#he was just pissed someone interrupt the little time he has with his bf at camp while on counselor duties

[hopefulrunaways]

Poor new camper walk in their counselors break time activities🙏

[toomuchracket]

AU to the AU where girlies last serious ex bf is also in hawaii and tags along. matty is all upset/jealous and the guys have to be like “how is she doing anything different than what you were/are doing with that other girl lols” and he comes to his senses (that it doesn’t feel good for your partner to be hanging around their ex)

oh this is funny. AU where, rather than solely stopping in the middle of the water, the boats then dock in another port so you can get some lunch - therefore, you all had less time to faff about in the water, and while the front flip debacle happened you and matty didn't get the chance to actually talk on the boat. he sidles up to walk beside you between the boat and the beachside bar you're all going to like "hi, sweetheart", but before he can say any more he's interrupted by a male voice calling your name; you look towards the sound, and your face just lights up, before you run over to this ridiculously good-looking man (in my own personal fantasy it's damiano from måneskin lmao but imagine whoever you'd like) who looks to be about your age and who sweeps you into a massive hug. and matty's like genuinely wtf is going on. who is that. why is his hand on my girlfriend's bare back. i don't like this one bit. meanwhile, the rest of the fun boat crew are simultaneously shook and delighted at this turn of events for you, a delight which only increases when you bring the guy over to everyone and say "we're all running into exes on this trip, apparently" and introduce him. in fairness to you, you do wrap your arms around matty's neck (he LATCHES onto you) and say to the guy "this is matty, my boyfriend, we've just moved in together" - however, you do let go pretty quickly to be like "come on, let's get a drink" to the guy and say "someone order me a burger or something, i'll meet you guys at the table in a bit" to your group before leading your ex to the bar.

as soon as you're out of earshot, matty turns to his friends (all smirking, all ready to rip the piss out of him) like "THAT'S HER EX?! what the fuck?! she never told me anything about HIM" and polly's like "what a handsome man he is"; matty's like "polly i love you but you're gay you don't know what you're talking about he's not THAT handsome", and gabi's like "no, matty, if we as lesbians think he's handsome, then he must be fucking gorgeous. but never mind that, have a little seat and a drink and don't worry about the fact he's previously been with and is currently talking to your girlfriend" lmao. but even when everyone's sat down, matty doesn't stop looking at you and your ex (he's in perfect view of the bar) the whole time you're up there, practically inhaling margaritas in an attempt to stop the pain of seeing you talk to the guy all animated and look at him so thoughtfully, especially considering you wouldn't look at him earlier. he nudges ross beside him to say "i really don't like this. he's got his hand on her knee what the fuck is he playing at. he knows she's unavailable!", and ross is like "do you even fucking hear yourself lmao you've been doing the same thing in front of her for three days. and you can't even cope with it for three fucking minutes! you're a bit of a hypocrite, mate" - matty's like "oh FUCK. that's why she's upset with me. christ, i am a fucking idiot. i can't believe she's been feeling like this and i haven't realised. FUCK!" and he starts to get a bit teary.

at that point, the food starts to come out, so he's like "i'll go and get her and say sorry"; he tentatively walks over to you, feeling like he's interrupting when the convo dies down as he nears, and says "sorry to bother you guys, but your food's out, sweetheart". you're like "oh, thanks matty. wait there while i say goodbye", which is kinda evil of you considering you hug your ex really tightly for quite a while and matty just has to stand and watch it - when you break the embrace, you say "it was lovely to see you, safe travels", and your ex is like "same to you". he's really sweet, though, he shakes matty's hand and says "i'm sorry we didn't get a chance to chat, but she told me a lot about you there. she really loves you. i'm so happy for you both" in genuine sincerity; matty's ego boosts a little bit as he thanks the guy and says it was nice to meet him before the two of you head back to the group. it's quiet for a moment before matty says "i'm surprised you didn't invite him to have lunch with us, you seemed happy to see him", and you're like "yeah it was nice to catch up after a few years. but i didn't want you to be uncomfortable having to see me with my ex right next to you for ages" - matty stops, takes your hands in his and says "sweetheart, i am so sorry i put you through that. it's not an excuse, but me and her were so casual that i don't even see her as an ex, really, so i didn't stop to think that you'd be upset. i never want to hurt you, sweetheart, and i'm sorry i've neglected you a bit. i do miss you a lot. and i love you even more. and i'm going to properly act like it from now on". you hug him tightly like "i've missed you, baby. i love you. don't want anyone else", and matty's like "neither do i, sweetheart" and then he pulls back like "can i be on your boat on the way back please i don't want to let go of you from now on" - you smile and say "of course. now come on, food's getting cold". and i think the two of you are extra lovey dovey from that point, eating lunch practically sitting in each other's laps and snuggling up on the boat on the way back <3

[realcuntsofsuburbia]

I PRESENT TO YOU MONÍCA😼‼️SHES MY GTA ONLINE CHARACTER I MADE AND SHE SO FUCKIN FINE SOOOO I DREW HER AND I MAY WRITE FANFICS WITH HER AND READER CAUSE SHES A LESBO (masc obviously) 😍 THINGS ABOUT HER (under cut) (SH mentioned and a little nsfw if you squint)

1. She’s about 23! She dropped out of high school in 10th grade and started hustling along side her cousins (they influenced on her badly)

2. She was raised by her single mother since her father didn’t want anything to do with Monica so she was raised by her mom and was babysat by her grandmother, Anne-Mae

3. Tried smoking a cigarette once when she was 5, never again. Tried edibles when she turned 16

4. Had a 2 year relationship but it all ended when the girl she was dating, JoJo, started hooking up with her cousin in their bed. FOR 3 MONTHS WITHOUT HER KNOWING.

5. Went to the psych ward for addiction and depression

6. She’s pretty muscular like but scrawny (kinda like in a trevor way???)

7. She’s very clingy to her significant other and that kinda causes the relationship to end early :(

8. Was brought up in the hood but her mom moved up by Paleto Bay since her grandmother passed :/

9. Became cool with LD (even tho he still try to take his shot despite her liking pussy)

10. Loves west coast classic radio and the radio rebel radio!

11. Her style is like a grunge/midwest/street-like

12. She’s VERY possessive.

13. Use pet names for her significant other (baby, babydoll, love, princess, sweetheart, etc.)

14. Has a black challenger that she would give her life for since it was a gift from her mom!

15. Smokes weed when she’s sad, mad, horny, frustrated, happy, tired and so on…

16. Goes to the gym every now and then, has good metabolism

17. Once shot someone with her cousin when a run went south

18. The type of girlfriend to grip your thigh while she cruise around.

19. LOVES going to street racing

20. The fastest roller i know, she gets down, SHE DON’T PLAY

21. Has mini breakdowns in the middle of the nights most time

22. She smells like a musky, vanilla, wood scent

23. Doesn’t care to shave and dgaf if her partner doesn’t cause she know how it is

24. Goes in the woods shooting to calm down when she’s pissed or something

25. Has a tabby cat named TaTa

26. Has a crush on Thomas Hewitt (TCM) and Lisa Rose (Girl, Interrupted)

27. Goes on late night drives for fun and to get food cause of munchies!

28. Hella good at Mortal Kombat

29. She selfs isolate when she’s overwhelmed/overstimulated

30. Has a love and hate relationship with kids. (so real)

31. Obsessed with older women and psychotic people

32. Used to SH when she was just 10

33. Can beat the living shit outta someone

34. Shes always either cutting or dying her hair but she sticks with pixie cut

35. Obsessed with tittys and thighs (just like me😍)

36. Has a best friend, Antoinette, she had a crush on but she didn’t feel the same way :( (still friends though)

37. LOVES GOSSIP (“Oh my gosh, that long motorboat feet bitch still delusional over him?? Pathetic, honestly)

38. Super sassy😨

39. Her full name is: Moníca Marie Wilson

40. Rarely feminine

41. MANSPREADS 25/8

42. Has ‘fuck me’ eyes

43. She’s about 5’10

44. Has a rbf

45. Gives princess treatment

46. Gets disrespectful real quick if she’s disrespected

47. OBSESSED WITH TATTOOS and PIERCING (she has a tongue piercing despite not being able to have piercings on gta 😞)

48. Surprisingly a good cook

49. she’s the FASTEST pussyeater i know, she gets down, she DONT play 😭

50. Loves throwing slick shots

51. Makes fun of LD when he throws a BF (Bitch Fit)

[amielxxxangel]

“Pinball lover”

Vance x Bruce

Bruce looses his biggest game of the season and feels as if it was due to him and his amazing bf vance is there to comfort him even if it meant not being able to play his precious pinball game.

Ok so I’m not someone who knows baseball so gimme some slack if the baseball game part isn’t…… like a baseball game.

If there was any day to not mess up for Bruce, that day would be today, the reason why is because today was the biggest baseball game he has his team and had gotten into their town finals for little league baseball and bruce was going up to bat, his team were a few points behind so if he gets this right they win.

So there he was bruce getting ready to bat all eyes were on him and it was now or never, and he can’t let his team down now he HAS to win this.

First throw, miss, alright that’s fine it’s just the first throw he has two more to make it right he can do this no pressure. Bruce thought

Second throw, miss, shit one more I can’t fuck this up I can’t let them down he need to get this right don’t fuck it up now just, breathe. He tried to focus and tried to ignore that faltering feeling he was starting to have.

Final throw, miss, Bruce couldn’t believe it he let the team down, he could hear the ‘awwww’ and disappointed grunts from his team. He felt like shit ‘it’s my fault I couldn’t do it’ he continued to think he felt so bad that after their team did their handshakes he immediately got changed and got on his bike and left.

Usually Bruce would’ve just gone home but today he wanted to see someone he needed to see that someone. Said someone was his boyfriend Vance Hopper and he knew where to find him.

He was cycling towards Grab n’ go and once he was near he saw the curly golden hair from his boyfriend through the window, and as always, focused on his game. He plopped his bike near the door outside and went inside.

Bruce knew that whenever Vance was playing to not interrupt his game and if Bruce did the most he’d get is a slightly pissed off pouty bitch Vance, if he was lucky. If not he’s just gonna ignore Bruce until Vance missed him. So instead of distracting him he went to the side of the pinball machine.

“He-“ Before bruce could even finish his greeting he was cut off by Vance “what happened?” Vance asked while still focused on him game. Vance knew his boyfriend like the back of his hand they’ve been dating for months now and he was always with him so he knew when Bruce was not at his best.

“Oh it’s.. nothing” Bruce weakly replied earning a eye roll from Vance “Well that’s a bullshit somethings wrong and you’re not telling me” Vance retorted back and for the first time letting himself lose to Bruce’s surprise.

“Your game?!” Bruce asked “yeah it fucking annoying but cmon there’s more important shit” Vance said as he grabbed bruce by the the hands went through the aisles and grabbing drinks and snacks, afterwards they paid and left bruce grabbing his bike and they went to his house.

Once they got to their destination vance immediately made him go the couch and started getting ready for them to watch a movie. Vance has been to the Hamada household enough times for him to know where the blankets and pillows were so it didn’t take that much time for Bruce to be surrounded by blankets and pillows and vance by his side cuddling as they watch some romcom movie.

“So you’re gonna tell me what happened or are you just gonna keep quiet” vance asked “it’s just I fucked up so badly today I cost my team our biggest game today and I feel like shit and-“ Bruce was cut off with vance kissing him “there is that gonna shut you up” Vance grumbled “yeah I guess it does” Bruce chuckles Vance my not be the best at comforting people but the fact that he still tries for Bruce makes it enough for him.

“Hey” Bruce says as he mindlessly watches the screen in front of him “hmm? What is it?” Vance asks still playing with Bruce’s hair “you know I love you so much” Bruce replies back “tch of course I do I’m the fucking luckiest guy to be loved by Bruce Yamada” Vance replies back earning a laugh from Bruce.

They laid there intertwined not really paying attention to the movie anymore just appreciating each other’s presence Bruce might have had a shit day but he’s so grateful he has Vance to make it better.

Well that took much longer than what I wanted I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy with school, burn out and just had such a writers block so I’m sorry if the end wasn’t the best I could come up with rn I might be taking a break once I finish my oc x shadow boys poly headcannons but I hope you guys liked this fic

Till next time💛💙🤍💙💛

[mythiccheroacademia]

Ok so I was wondering if you can do a headcanon for Tokoyami, Tenya, Bakugo and if anything a character of your choice and how they would react to Minetta being a perv and saying...weird fetishizing shit abt they Black S/O? I had this in mind for a while lmao 😓🤛🏾

A/N: The fetishizing shit towards black people has got to go. It’s not a compliment, it’s gross. It’s 2020 and I’m over it. I say we start eradicating people who thinks it’s cute :) I’m sure the boys would have the same idea <3

Warning: cussing, some uncomfortable/grody comments that teeter on sexual assault so please be careful!

Tokoyami Fumikage: 

so it’s just a regular degular day at school and you’re going about your way through the halls 

you weren’t even doing anything extraordinary, just getting some books out of your locker before class

then mineta pops up, leaning against the locker, and looking you up and down with a weird smirk on his face

“hey hot stuff” he says with a wink. “what’s got you looking so voluptious on a tuesday morning?”

you’re already aware of what type of bs mineta is on, but you didnt wanna be mean so you just tried to excuse yourself from the conversation, but he doesnt give you the chance to exit 

he keeps swining around these weird compliments

“i couldn’t help but notice you across the hallway, my chocolate king/queen”

atp, you’re feeling really uncomfortable and you want out, but you have no idea how to go about it without coming off rude 

so you kinda just stand there with a sick feeling in your stomach as mineta tries to put moves on you 

but that all stops when the hallways turns dark and everyone in the room feels the hair on their arms stand

floating over your head like a demon from the seven pits of hell is dark shadow who looks two seconds away from going ballistic

out from behind you, tokoyami stands there with a glare that says:

you better come correct or you finna come up missing

you don’t notice it, but mineta sure as hell does

you’re taken aback when the grape dude just about scurries off for his life but you instantly forget about it when you notice tokoyami behind you and dark shadow nuzzles against your head

he smiles and greets you as you tell him how happy you are to see him, totally forgetting about the mineta situation

y’all go about your regular day undisturbed 

meanwhile, everyone is fucking scared shitless bc they were two seconds away from witnessing a murder scene 

tokoyami don’t play when it comes to you 

Iida Tenya: 

everyone thinks iida is a goody-two-shoes guy who solves his problems through logic and reasoning

and i mean...he does

but this man can get down right scary when someone he loves is threatened

this nigga was out here contemplating murder at 15 bruh

anyways 

there was a moment in time you were going through a growth spurt and your uniform was a bit to short/tight on you 

it wasn’t anything inappropriate but you had to order a new set of uniforms and they wouldnt come in until next week 

you weren’t pressed over it until mineta had the bright idea to start whispering some weird shit to you during class

“hey sweet stuff. i bet you’d look even better in my clothes”

you shoot him a glare. “shut it, dirt bag” you mutter under your breath

“why the hate? i’m just tryna get a bite of you. bet you taste like a hershey’s bar” he flirts, wiggling his eyebrows

you just roll your eyes and focus on taking notes

mineta tries to say something one more time before the class freezes as iida snaps a pen in half 

aizawa looks at him w a raised brow “is everything okay iida?”

“tenya?” you question

he shakes his head and apologizes for interrupting class before retrieving a new writing utensil

class ends and most of your classmates file out leaving you, you bf, and mineta

mineta tries to say something slick one more time

“so if you ever wanna fulfil any sexual fantasies about being conquered then you can hit me u--”

just as you were about cuss the pervet out of the country, iida gets ups, stares down at mineta with a glare that could kill 

the engines on his calves start to warningly rumble and theirs a dark look on iida’s face you havent seen before 

“i suggest you leave in the next five seconds, otherwise i’ll have to put you through a crash course on how to have manners when addressing my s/o”

it’s a chilling threat and mineta is out of there before he even finishes his sentence 

once he’s gone, the mood sort of lightens up. iida’s still a little pissed, but he’s quelled once you give him a soft kiss on his cheek

Bakugo Katsuki: 

idk what the hell mineta was on 

but RIP him bc bakugo’s s/o is not the one to be messed with 

and he learned that the hard way 

you were doing some extra training to practice a difficult move 

you thought you were alone until mineta showed up on the side looking like a walmart brand pimp c (rip) 

without even a hello, lil dude comes in with some mess 

“wow, so you’re out here sweating but you still look delicious. black don’t crack, huh”

you pause 

...bitch wtf?

you instantly shut that shit down

“step away from me before i mop the floor with your ass, you purple ballsack” you warn

he deadass thinks youre trying to flirt back 

“woah, calm down. no need to get all fiesty lil mama~”

“mineta, i will step on you if you don’t go somwhere ong”

he thinks you’re playing hard to get, so he plays along. he leaves with his chest puffed out like he did something and heads back to the lockers

you let out a sigh and try to forget that little encounter

but little did you know that your bf was up in the stands, watching you train

he meant to leave a small bento for you, but he got caught up (aka he missed you and just wanted to stare at you for a min)

and now he’s glad he stayed bc he’s got a bone to pick 

mineta opens his gym locker before it’s slammed shut by a hard fist

bakugo looks like the literal devil as he takes mineta’s shirt in his fist and leans in with a threatening growl

“listen here you rotten little bastard. that little stunt you pulled out there, disrepectful. you ever speak to my--actually, if you ever even think about my y/n, i’ll blow you up so fucking bad they’ll be washing you off the walls for weeks. got it?”

he doesnt even let him answer before he drops him on the floor and walks off 

you happen to meet him as he’s walking out and throw your arms around him totally oblivous to the fact that he’s semi-steaming from what just occured

you give him a kiss for the food he made you and it makes him smirk just in the slightest

he’s always there to watch over you, even if you don’t see it

“can’t have you fucking up during training, so make sure you eat properly okay?”

[atsumiye]

BAE I WANNA HEAR THE STORY PLS

OMG ALICE I WAS LIVING MY BEST LIFE SO HERE IS MY STORY ABOUT MY FIRST TIME BEING DRUNK :D

BASICALLY my friends had convinced me to go to this basketball game bc tickets were cheap and I was like okay why not so we went and then they convinced me to try this beer specific to the place we live in and the problem is that i am in fact STUPID and hadn’t eaten anything at all that day and the place we live in has alcohol with a really high alcohol content in everything and i’m a lightweight so this was never meant to end well😁 anyway we buy the beer and start drinking only to find out we have a minute before the game starts so we decide to chug this huge cup and run inside. it made me a bit giggly which is normal for tipsy riya <33 so here comes halftime and my friends want to go smoke outside and then somehow bc i don’t actually remember how but somehow i end up with another beer that i yet again HAVE TO CHUG so by the time the game ends i’m out of it!! and the streets are so icy bc of the weather and so my friends are holding on to me and i’m just saying things that make no sense and i don’t remember much of what i said but i do remember my friends laughing bc i’m normally the composed mom friend. ANYWAY we decide to go to a bar and we are sitting at this table and this guy comes up to our table and is like “can i sit here in waiting for someone i won’t talk to you guys” and so we say yeah bc why not and i know that sounds irrelevant but he comes back later in the story so then one of my friends decides we should do tequila shots. AND LET ME PREFACE THIS BY SAYING IVE NEVER HAD TEQUILA BEFORE and i’ve lived a very boring life okay so i was like yeah:D with that exact face too. we took 2 shots each and my opinion in tequila: i literally couldn’t taste it. now a few minutes later and the guy at our table leaves and come back with a tray of some orange shots and says he bought it for us so of course we take some with him (also side note but pls do not take shots from strange men:((( ) and then he goes to BUY US MORE SHOTS BUT THESE ARE BLUE AND SO PRETTY AND THEY TASTED GOOD anyway at this point i’m 2 beers and like 10 shots in and i’ve never had this much alcohol in my life and i’m barely standing up straight!! but i was loving it heheh so they want to go out and smoke so I go with them and we are talking in english bc of me and this group of guys comes over and here’s where riya’s wattpad moment comes to fruition. so they are all excited to talk in english to us and OMFG this guy who is totally my type comes to talk to me and i’m actually ready to piss myself bc he’s so tall and has a cute little accent and smells like cigarette smoke and i’m ready to climb him like a tree. so they ask us to dance with them inside and we go and my little bf grabs my hand and pulls me away from my friends to dance with me and i’m like laughing and he keeps whispering in my ear and i’m actually ready to melt so he asks me to go outside on the balcony so he can smoke and we do BUT this is a moment where i sobered up a bit bc THIS MF TRIPS AND FALLS it was such a big ick😔 like he lost at least 6.8 hot points for falling like that. and we go outside and start talking we exchange snapchats and all that and he’s leaning over and i’m like omg this man is about to kiss me on a crowded balcony when HIS FRIEND INTERRUPTS AND SAYS SOMETHING and so we all start talking and that’s when i find out this information that CRUSHES my soul bc my little bf??? HES 20 YEARS OLD. HES YOUNGER THAN ME.

and I know it doesn’t sound that bad but i literally went on a 468363 minute rant like a month before about how I won’t breath in the same direction as a guy younger than me and so now i’m like “babe you’re 20??” and he’s like yeah how old are you? and i’m ready to cry when I tell him i’m 21... ANYWAY then i find out his friend is 22 so i’m like “😏 omg you’re 22?” and my younger bf is like “stop flirting with my friends you’re supposed to be flirting with me” and when i tell you i literally screeched i mean it that was so hot. so now my other friend comes out and we start talking to her and ALL OF A SUDDEN this man slides his hand under my jacket and sweater and starts rubbing up and down my back and also getting a little touchy but i liked it so it’s okay and i’m like leaning on him and then HE FUÇKING KISSED THE TOP OF MY HEAD A FEW TIMES??? actually was ready to drop to my knees🧎🏻‍♀️ he tried to get me and my friends to go to a club with his group but we said no and went back to my place and crashed. i messaged him on snap once i got home and we talked for a bit but he’s a bit weird when he’s not drunk😔 but to this day i still think about our little domestic moment bc it makes me wanna cry and i think i’ll add it into my writing from now on too bc god what was that man on

[procrastinatorimagines]

Could Have Been More

Fandom: Chicago Fire / Chicago PD / One Chicago

Series: Could Have Been More

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Final)

Character/s: Reader x Voight, Foster, Brett, Kidd, Severide, Casey

Warning/s: break up, minor swearing

Word Count: 1,309

Request:  Imagine request for some Hank Voight dating a paramedic and she keeps it a secret from the fire house (they know she as a bf) until Hank screams at her breaking up at the firehouse, lots of angst and comfort please And thank you 🙏🏼 xx

Summary: Reader interferes with one of Voight’s cases and he questions whether they’re relationship is going to work, but luckily 51 has her back

Sylvie’s sideways glancing in the ambo all day told you she knew something was up with you, you’d told her you were fine but she wasn’t convinced. You wanted nothing more than to talk to her, but how could you tell her about your boyfriend troubles without letting slip who you were dating? They’d managed to figure out that it was a cop some time ago, but they hadn’t even come close to figuring out that you’d been seeing Hank Voight, and you both prefered to keep it that way.

So you drove along in relative silence, mind wandering to Hank more often that you’d like. He was going to be pissed when he found out, you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret for long, you just hoped he’d understand.

Even if you told your partner what was going on, it wasn’t like your problem was a normal relationship hurdle, you’d snuck a look at a case file Hank had been pouring over at the dining table before bed, trying to figure out the link between a dead banger and a dead waitress from a cafe in Canaryville. You were only trying to help, this case had hit a brick wall and the Commander was threatening to pass it on to homicide to take care of, and it turned out you actually knew someone who worked at that cafe, so you’d put in a word to try and see if they knew more than they let on.

Well, as it turned out, your friend talked to their manager about your call, their manager the actual killer, as it turned out, who Intelligence had been gearing up to take down but was now in the wind. Thanks to you. Shit.

You knew how Hank was, how he never revealed everything he was doing, even to his own unit, let alone his girlfriend, and you knew it was only a matter of time before your friend at the cafe told PD about your conversation.

“Is that Sergeant Voight?” Sylvie asked, looking into her mirror as she reversed back into the station. You turned to see Hank leaning against the entrance to the firehouse, and you knew he was there to see you. “I wonder what he wants,” Sylvie mused, parking the ambo and jumping out. Voight approached as you both got out, eyes fixed on you. “Hey Sarge, everything alright?” She asked, his eye were still trained on you as he answered.

“Need to talk to your partner for a minute if that’s okay.” He said, his balanced tone revealing absolutely nothing. Sylvie looked between the two of you in confusion, but left when you nodded for her to go.

“It’s all good,” you reassured her. 

“Umm, okay, I need to get started on restocking anyway,” she said, and Voight gestured for you to follow him to a more seculded part of the floor.

“Anything you want to tell me?” He asked when you were alone.

“Hank, I was only trying to help-” You tried but he shook his head.

“It wasn’t your place,” he interrupted, “we keep our work and our personal lives separate, that’s one of the main reasons no one even knows about our relationship, and that was something we both agreed.”

“I know but-” he cut you off again, looking increasingly angrier.

“Now we have a murderer in the wind,” he snapped, “and this guy doesn’t just know we’re on to him, he knows your name Y/N!” You jumped as his voice suddenly got louder, noticing that all talk at the Squad table had ceased. Voight didn’t seem to notice, however, so angry he’d forgotten you weren’t alone.

“I’m sorry Hank, I’m messed up, I’m sorry.” You apologised.

“You’re sorry!? Y/N, how am I supposed to explain how you even knew about our operation, how am I supposed to keep you safe!” He yelled and you took a reflexive step back as you saw Kelly get up from his chair at the other side of the room. 

Voight sounded worried, and you knew his main problem wasn’t that you’d interfered, that he could probably have gotten over, but the worry in his voice told you what really got to him was the thought of something happening to you. 

There was a pause as you both looked at one another, you honestly didn’t know what to say, words couldn’t express how sorry you were for putting him in this position.

“I don’t think I can do my job and be with you,” he said at last, much softer his time, and you took a breath, feeling a tear fall down your cheek.

“I never meant for this to happen,” you told him, voice cracking as you finished.

“I know,” he said, “neither did I.” Now he was calmer he became acutely aware of all the eyes on the two of you, so with only one more glance at you he left without a word, leaving you standing there lost.

You took a look around the ap floor, all eyes were on you, Sylvie made a move from the ambo where she was restocking, opening her mouth to say something. But you swallowed hard, wiping your face and heading straight for the toilets, not needing to hear what anyone was about to say.

Sylvie obviously followed you, Stella and Emily in tow, all three standing by the door as you splashed for face with water, as unsure of what to say as you were.

“You know my money was on that cute patrol officer,” Emily said tentitively, breaking the silence. Sylvie glared at her and Stella shook her head but you laughed a little anyway, drying your face with a paper towel.

“That sounded rough,” Sylvie said.

“Yeah, you wanna talk about it?” Stella asked but you shook your head.

“Honestly not really,” you told them, “did everyone hear that?”

“Yeah, yeah they did, sorry.” Emily replied.

“But everyone’s concerned about you, they’re not judging,” Sylvie added.

“Great, just- just what I needed,” you crunched up your paper towel and threw it hard into the trash. “God I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not,” Sylvie approached you and put an arm around your shoulder, “we’ve all had our hearts broken.”

“Maybe not by Voight obviously,” Emily added and you all laughed, “but yeah girl we’ve all been there, and we’re here for you now.”

Stella put her arm over you from the other side, “look shift’s nearly over, we can hang out in the bunk room until then, or in Kelly’s office even, I’m sure he won’t mind, ride out shift and go get a drink.” You shrugged.

“I’m not really feeling Molly’s tonight,” you said.

“Fine, then we’re all coming over to yours, ice cream, brownies, booze, you name it, we can watch some cheesy Netflix and order take out,” Emily said instead.

“Trust us,” Sylvie gave you a light, friendly nudge and you grinned a little, “when have we ever steered you wrong?”

“Okay,” you said finally, grateful to have your friends here with you, and extra grateful they weren’t judging you. 

You untangled yourself from them and went to double check how you looked in the mirror. “You got this,” Emily squeezed your shoulder and opened the door, “just another hour left of shift.”

“Yeah, I can do this.” You straightened out your uniform and headed out with the girls just as Matt and Kelly were heading past. Kelly opened his mouth to make a remark but Stella stopped him with a pointed glare and he held his hands up in surrender, Matt just shrugged and didn’t say a word even though you could tell he wanted to. 

This was going to be a long hour, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Hank, but at least you had your girls to help you get through it.

[oopcio]

Can I have mian six reacting to have a gen z child?like they do alout of funny shit?

ho my god yes tis me

asra:

oh sweetie, he loves ur energy, but can hardly keep up with you to be completely honest

sometimes has to get u out of trouble when u get urself into it

but will protect u to the ends of the earth

if anyone tries to dampen your mood or make you feel bad, he will send them that death glare (you know the one i’m talking about) and will deal w it in private

even if he is not as big of a fuckin hilarious memer as you he certainly appreciates the fact that you are

loves that u make his worse days nore bearable, just by giving him a reason to smile at ur stupid antics

ur so cute awh 🥺

nadia:

if this takes place during the point when nadia faces headaches, she’ll actually be a bit annoyed first at the amount of energy you have

like, who has that much energy? that’s baffling!

but she gets to know you and you’re so FUNNY WTF

how could she ever hate you if you were this funny the whole time???

absolutely loved being around you but tries to prepare, if she can, beforehand, to make sure she won’t experience any headaches while she’s out w you so she can enjoy your company without interruption

everyone knows better than to mess w u over ur energy bc shes the countess duh

julian:

LOVES ur energy omg loves it loves it

cannot be as funny as u but GODS does he wish he could

he tries oh so desperately to make u laugh half as much as you make him laugh like,,, daily

if anyone has anything negative to say abt u he will shake a fistful of leeches in their stupid puny face

“you’re just mad because you don’t have a sense of humor”

starfish posing trying to protect u from any rude words

muriel:

oh boy...........

you’re quite the loud one, aren’t you......

asks you many times to maybe tone it down just a little????

if u do, awesome!! he appreciates it

if u can’t, he won’t say anything. he just kinda winces when u yell all loud n shit

but he can recall when he first met u and u were so quite and reserved like him

then he realizes this must be how you behave when ur comfortable w someone

and then he feels really special

and he starts to slowly enjoy ur energy and humor

u will NOT catch him laughing. u may see a little chuckle or smthn but he will never be the cackling type. i’m sorry

no one has balls steely enough to complain abt u bc muriel’s huge and scary

portia:

she literally has the same personality u cannot convince me otherwise

fight me if u wan

anyway yall get on like a house on fire

ur the types to keep adding more funny stuff onto the joke until yall are clutching ur sides and gasping for breath

gods forbid if yall have ANY piss in ur bladder bf u get started

everyone remarks that yall r meant to be since u are so alike

whether they mean it as a compliment or an insult doesn’t matter

u both accept it as a compliment

if anyone tries to say anything, u’ll rip them to SHREDS

i jus picture her w the big ass hoops and the glossy lips w the hand thing as she spits fire and burns ur haters to a crisp

if this was a modern au u cannot tell me she would not be a nicki minaj stan

lucio:

u have been dubbed the official

✨royal fool✨

u make him cackle so much he’s lit rally got to have u next to him at all time

“and that’s on... what’d you say? period?”

yep.

that’s on period.

he will literally pay u to insult the people he doesn’t like

or someone who insulted him like once when he was nine

and he makes a decree that anyome who insults his ✨royal fool✨ will get the CHAIR

jus kidding lol

he makes u roast them in town square in front of everyone

(a/n: the way this took me way too long... i’m so sorry PFHAHAHA also i jus kinda described me in here hope it applies to yall too oops)

- jiah 💖

[ridiasfangirlings]

Homra cleaning service. Saruhiko is the unloved son of a wealthy couple Fushimi. Left to live alone, he decides that cleaning the house himself is not for him. And he calls the Homra cs. Comes the rudest cleaner he has ever seen - Yata (and maybe someone else from homra with him, Idk). Well, gradually, day after day, they get to know each other better and fall in love. Along the way, Yata is trying to improve Saru's life. Perhaps, the cs advised reisi, because it belongs to his secret bf suoh.

I'm imagining Munakata as like Fushimi's butler who does his best to make sure Fushimi is cared for but knows that Fushimi really needs a friend to be close to. Like say Niki and Kisa are Fushimi's wealthy asshole parents who are never home, Niki's always off squandering the family fortune and Kisa is constantly busy at work and never goes home. Fushimi lives in this majestic townhouse all by himself with only the servants for company. The servants do their best to care for him (like imagine Munakata as the butler and Fushimi's private tutor, Awashima is in charge of security, Kamo is the family’s private chef, Akiyama and Benzai are Fushimi's personal bodyguards, etc) but Fushimi knows that if he ever lets himself get too close to them Niki will fire them and then he'll be all alone again. Fushimi spends all his days at home, never leaving the house and rarely ever even leaving his room. Though the staff do some cleaning the place is so large that it rarely ever gets completely clean and most of the rooms quickly become dusty and run down. Fushimi's own room is a mess, he leaves empty boxes of food everywhere and there are dirty clothes strewn about along with various broken toys and video games.

Munakata decides that they need to get the place into shape and so he hires the Homra cleaning service to come take care of the house. Yata is the new young eager member of the cleaning service and he's super excited to get this new assignment, like his job is to go to this big mansion three times a week and clean. For the first job he brings Kamamoto and a few alphabet boys with him though the hope is that once he gets the initial cleaning done Yata can keep the rest of the place in shape by himself. As soon as Homra gets to the house they're all amazed, like wow this place is huge no wonder we're getting paid so much for it. Yata's never been inside such a huge and fancy house and he's really excited, like this must be what it's like to be rich. The Homra guys are greeted at the door by Munakata, who tells them that the rest of the staff will be making themselves scarce for the day so that Homra can clean without being interrupted, however please be careful not to disturb the young master. Yata nods, a little overwhelmed by how regal this guy is, like if this is the butler the 'young master' must really be some kind of frilly prince-like person.

So Yata divides the Homra guys into sections and they all start cleaning. Yata's having some fun with it too, like imagine him soaping up this really long hallway and then sliding down it in his socks. Kamamoto's cleaning with him and is like Yata-san maybe you shouldn't do that what if that young master guy sees us, Yata's like nah that guy's probably too busy like powdering his face to bother with us commoners. Yata puts some more soap on the floor and is like watch me slide down the hall on these brushes, putting one under each foot and making a running start. He's sliding down the hall when a figure appears from out of one of the doorways, it's too late for Yata to stop and he plows right into the guy, sending them both crashing to the floor.

Yata sits up and groans, like he wasn't expecting interference. He hears this soft tongue click and Yata looks down to see Fushimi glaring at him. Yata stutters an apology, saying he thought all the staff were gone for the day. Fushimi adjusts his glasses and stares for a moment before giving this little scoff that somehow pisses Yata off. Fushimi's like I see, so you guys are the ones who are supposed to clean this place, they really hired some worthless thugs huh. Yata's like what the hell did you call us asshole and that's when Kamamoto nervously pokes his shoulder and says this kid is the 'young master' the butler mentioned. Yata's all wait what as Fushimi smirks and is like that's right, how are you going to make this up to me. Yata starts stuttering a little and Fushimi asks his name, Yata gives his family name and Fushimi's like 'your whole name.' Yata mumbles a 'Misaki' and Fushimi starts laughing again, like you really are the worst huh Misaki. Yata knows he shouldn't be yelling at the son of his employer but he can't help it, like you know we wouldn't have to clean this place if you could do it yourself. Fushimi decides that if Yata thinks he's so good at this then fine, he can clean Fushimi's room. Yata's like ha that's easy enough I'll show you, only to be brought into Fushimi's room and he's like what the hell this place is a pig sty how do you live like this. Fushimi gives him a cold smirk as he's like I'm going to get something to eat, I expect this place to be clean when I come back Misaki.

Kamamoto peers in and he's like no way we can clean all this, Yata however is now determined to clean the room and show that asshole how good he is. And anyway this place is such a mess, doesn't that guy's mom yell at him about it. Kamamoto says the notes they got on the house say that Fushimi's parents aren't ever home and Yata's like wait never then who takes care of him. Fushimi reappears as they're talking, looking irritated as he says he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. Yata's all weren't you leaving and Fushimi says he forgot something and tells them to leave. Yata's like but I didn't clean anything and Fushimi snaps at him to get out and leave him alone, pushing Yata out and slamming the door.

A few days later Fushimi's lying in bed playing his game system and eating chips when someone kicks open the door. Fushimi looks up and there's Yata with all these cleaning supplies, telling him he can just stay there but Yata's going to clean this room. Fushimi's super confused like what are you doing Misaki and Yata's like I said I'd clean it and I'm going to, you can't be healthy living in a room like this. Yata proceeds to clean the whole room while trading comments with Fushimi, at one point Yata sees the game Fushimi's playing and is maybe a little impressed by how high Fushimi's scores are. Once he's finished cleaning Yata leaves but he tells Fushimi not to get comfortable because Yata's going to be back in two days and this place better stay clean. Fushimi figures Yata will just get bored of this job eventually and leave for good but Yata keeps coming back day after day and he always comes to see Fushimi every time, to the point that Fushimi unexpectedly finds himself hoping for Yata to show up even as he tells himself that surely Yata's going to get sick of him any day now, surely he'll leave Fushimi behind. For his part Yata's decided that this Fushimi kid is way too gloomy but he seems kinda cool too and Yata finds himself wanting to know more about Fushimi, wanting to see him laugh and smile and be happy and Yata's going to do his best to make that happen.

[btswishes]

What is happening here?

Monsta x (Chang Kyun-I.M)

One Shot

A/N: This one was...random. :) Hope yall like it tho and sorry for any mistakes made

Word count:  3,456

Warnings:  angst-ish, fluff

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You and Chang Kyun were dating for 3 years now and everything was going great. Having fights was normal for couples and usually it wasn’t anything serious ,so you forgot about it. Sitting on Minhyuk’s bed, you were looking at him and Wonho. The boys were eating ramen and you were having your normal bestie talk, about your bf. A few weeks ago he was invited to do a collaboration with this female solo singer named Yuna.

 Everything was totally normal, but you noticed that he had started talking on the phone late at night and panic when you would look in the direction of his phone. You trusted your boyfriend , but it was starting to worry you. It was 11pm and Wonho as the drama loving bitch he is, wanted to gossip with you

“ He just, acts so strange. I tried to ask him a few times but he runs from the topic like a demon from incense.” you sighed, running your hand through your hair uneasy

“So you think he is cheating on you with that Yuna chick?” Wonho slurped the noodles in his mouth

“Wonho!” you threw a pillow at him, but the boy dodged it like it was nothing

“Ok, let’s forget the cheating part.”Minhyuk picked his pillow from the ground and rested his elbows on it, looking at you “What has he been doing?”

“Well, he doesn’t let me see his phone. He goes out saying he is with you guys all the time, even tho you told me he wasn’t with.” you lifted your hand, counting on each finger “ He has been too busy lately, ignoring me.”

“Has he gotten laid lately?” Wonho pointed his chopsticks at you

“Wonho!” Minhyuk caught the second pillow right in time

“Stop throwing my stuff!” the boy yelled out

“I am asking, because he looks like a pretty horny dude.....and you know.”

“Are you trying to hint that just because we haven’t done it in awhile Chang Kyun is getting it from somewhere else?!” you gasped at his idea  

“Well I am obviously not hinting it.” Wonho laughed out when his fellow friend hit him on the head

“What do you think Minhyuk, since you obviously have a brain unlike someone else!” you threw Wonho a pissed off look

“I don’t want to agree with him and I am not, but I think we should just....maybe follow them.” there was a moment of silence before Wonho’s bowl made a loud sound, hitting the table

“It’s decided then.Where is he right now anyways ?”

“Guys, I made dinner.”Kihyun’s head popped in the room, interrupting the talk. Almost like a mom he lovingly called you over. When it came to his cooking, everyone was fighting to the kitchen. It was a eat or be eaten situation since Wonho and Shownu always ended up devouring everything.

 You were having fun with the boys and forgot all about that thing that had been troubling you for weeks now. It was the 7 of you, when the front door opened up and you heard foot steps. Thinking of Chang Kyun, you got up and ran towards the house entrance.

“Bab-e...” your voice hitched in your throat when you saw him holding tightly onto a woman. You couldn’t move.

“I am so sorry for bringing him home so late.” Yuna laughed out cutely as she helped him sit on the couch “ We finished work early today and we went to a bar.” her eyes pierced you together with her words “ You don’t mind, right?”

“Yeah...” laughing uneasily, the room slowly filled up with people

“You guys should have seen us, he was holding onto me so tight I couldn’t walk.” her voice was sharp and painful

“Y/N...” Hyungwon placed his hand onto your shoulder, but you threw him back a smile

“It’s ok.”you whispered. You wanted to help Chang Kyun up from the couch but he was too drunk to react and still holding onto Yuna.

“Oh dear this is so embarrassing. If you don’t mind I will bring him to his room.” right in front of your eyes she picked him up. Her hair flicking a strong sweet perfume in your face.  It didn’t take long for them to pass you. The stinging pain in your heart was balling tears on your eyes. Your lips were trembling, head not being able to look up.

“Y/N?” Minhyuk walked up to you. You couldn’t take it anymore, being strong wasn’t worth all the damage, so you threw yourself in his arms. Crashing, you started crying loud. In a matter of seconds the boys gathered around you in a panic. They knew you as a strong and independent person so this was new. After what felt like an eternity you ended up falling asleep onto Wonho as he was running his hand through your hair. You were like a little sister to him and he absolutely hated seeing you like this.

 Not being able to bare all of this as well, Minhyuk was about to go up the stair when Shownu grabbed his arm.

“What are you going to do?” he asked sternly

“I will go give him a piece of my mind.” Minhyuk hissed back

“He is dead drunk right now. I don’t like this at all too, but you are wasting your breath like this!” the oldest was right

“Hyung, he his drunk and alone with-”

“Umm sorry, am I interrupting something ?” the soft female voice pulled everyone’s attention towards the stairs “I just wanted to say that Chang Kyun went to bed and all.” the boys noticed her messed up hair and clothes. Yuna didn’t get an answered, but when she was passing by Wonho grabbed her hand. His eyes were filled with anger.

“I don’t know what you are trying to do, but stop before it gets out of hand.” he growled at her, when her eyes fell onto your sleeping figure on him.

“I don’t think you understand this situation.” she pulled her hand out of the boy’s grasp aggressively “ You people are just a part of my game. I am not here for any of you boys so sit down and be good puppies.” she flashed them a smile “Ok?”

“You!”Minhyuk walked up to her

“What are you going to do? Hit me? Try it and you take your band’s future with the punch.” Yuna was right, he knew it, everyone knew it. So many things were happening while you were resting comfortably

“How far did you go with him?” Hyungwon asked

“That is none of your business.”with a swift move she fixed her dress and walked out of the house. After which a silence followed, before Shownu’s voice cut through it like a sharp knife.

“Chang Kyun made his choice, what matters now is to make sure Y/N is not hurt.”

“Hyung...” no one could believe how deep his voice reached, his eyes burning with a strong flame

“Wonho, Minhyuk take her to your room for tonight.” The boys picked you and stopped next to their elder “ She is such a sweet girl, gave so much for him.” he ran his hand through your hair “I would die before I let him hurt her by cheating.”

 The morning sun stinged at your puffy eyes. Stretching your body you found a little note next to you.

Come down ;)

 The handwriting was obviously Kihyun’s and it pulled a giggle out of your lips. Taking the paper in your hand, you jumped off the bed and waddled innocently down the stairs. It was quiet so you tip-toed into the kitchen.

“BOO!”Jooheon popped in front of you from under the table “AH!” before hitting his head onto the wood

“Oh God!”you ran up to him “Are you ok!?”

“Damn it! You had to go and hit your head!” Hyungwon cussed out, but none the less you were laughing and that was way better than last night. Shownu pulled the chair for you and flashed you a smile as you sat down. In front of you was a big pile of pancakes and all kinds of toppings around the table. Like little diamonds you eyes glistened with happiness.

“These are so good!”your palm cupped your cheek when the soft texture hit you

“I will go grab some more syrup from the stock we have. Wait.” Jooheon stood up stepped out of the room.He was in a good mood since you seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot. On his way back with the sweet in his hand he noticed the missing member.

“Morning.” the boy waved rubbing his neck. “I smell something nice.” as he was stepping closer to the kitchen, Jooheon grabbed him by the arm “Yo, wasup?”

“Go put yourself in a presentable form!” he hissed, pulling the half-awake boy close to his face “ I don’t want to see you in this house right now.” pushing him away Chang Kyun was shaken up from the whole situation

“The fuck is wrong with you?”he asked

“Hide those things. You fucking disgust me.” Jooheon grabbed Hyungwon’s mirror from the couch and threw it at Chang Kyun

 Grabbing it mid air ,the boy took a look and his eyes widened “Wow, Y/N went crazy last night.” a chuckle escaped his lips

“Don’t even speak of her name with that dirty mouth!” Jooheon was on the verge of throwing the syrup at his band member “Y/N never even stepped in your room last night. You were out drinking with Yuna.” with out another word the boy closed the door of the kitchen behind his back, his pissed off look changing into a bright smile when he saw you.

“I think I heard Chang Kyun, did he wake up?” your puppy dog eyes looked at the boys

“Um, he went to the studio.” Jooheon mumbled

“Oh, I guess he has a lot of work today too.” you were a bit bummed out, but Minhyuk started roasting the way Hyungwon was dressed and almost in seconds you bursted out laughing. Your bestie was either super sweet or a total savage and you loved both his sides sooo much.

 After breakfast you played some games and watched 2 movies.Without knowing it lunch had creeped on everyone. Sitting on the couch you couldn’t stop thinking about your boyfriend, that maybe you were wrong and that it could all be a misunderstanding. Looking at your phone, you had the sweet idea to bring him some lunch. While everyone was busy you slid out of the house and grabbed some chicken.

 With pure and loving intentions, you were skipping in the direction of Chang Kyun’s studio. It wasn’t super far probably a 10 min walk from the dorm. You were looking at stores, checking yourself out in the windows. It didn’t take long before you laid your eyes on the familiar door. Thinking that his headphones would muffle your knocking, you let yourself in. With a smile on your face you grabbed the handle and pushed down, almost effortlessly it opened and you pocked your head in.

“Baby, I brought you lunch.”

“Y/N!”you heard him almost yell out as the door opened wide and hit the wall on the other side. Together with his voice, he saw the bag slipping through your fingers and hitting the carpet almost immediately “Listen to me!”

 Your boyfriend, Chang Kyun was on top of Yuna, arms on each of her sides. The girl didn’t make a sound, she was just staring at you innocently, her hands obviously pushing him away. Was he...was he throwing himself at her? Was it really not her fault.... You didn’t stay long for an answer and dashed out of the place in a matter of seconds. The tears rushed down your face as you were sniffling and rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Your legs carried you through the public ,without anyone noticing the situation you were in. Kicking the door to the dorm open ,you tried to run passed the boys, but Shownu and Wonho stood like a soft wall in front of you. Each of them extended their arms and you crushed into them.

“Y/N!” you couldn’t breath at all when your name danced in your ear coming from a familiar voice “Please! I know how it looks like but listen to me!”Chang Kyun begged from behind you. The boys all noticed the red and violet spots on his neck, the messed up hair and unbuttoned shirt.

“I trusted you! And you went and did things with her!” your voice trembled as you pointed at the woman running right behind your almost ex at this point

“Y/N...” he tried to walk up to you, but Hyungwon placed his hand on the boy’s chest as Kihyun grabbed his shoulder

“Stop it Chang Kyun, it’s worse enough already.” Jooheon mumbled not even being able to look at the boy

“But it’s not what you think!”he yelled out

“Listen to him Y/N!” the atmosphere became thick when Yuna’s voice echoed “I didn’t try to do anything to him! He...he jumped on me!” she looked like she was trembling and the thing you saw back in the studio seemed to add up.

“Oh are you fucking with me.”Wonho spat out “We all know this was your fucked up idea from the start.We are always on Y/N’s side no matter what, so cut the crap!”

 Your head was hanging low and in a way even if no one said it, you felt like they were waiting for an answer. Chang Kyun had pleading eyes as he tried to shake his members off a few times aggressively.

“Babe! Y/N listen to me! I beg you!” he was shaking and yelling at your motionless state

“Shut it!” Shownu looked down at you “You don’t have to take this, let’s go.” even if all of this had happened so suddenly you finally figured something out. You aren’t some girl in need of help like a princess. You fight your own battles, because you were a fighter. You stand your ground and defend it. WIth out making a sound you started walking towards Chang Kyun.

“Let him go.”with a warm smile and eyes still red from crying ,you looked at your protectors.

“Y/N!”Chang Kyun grabbed your shoulders and started talking fast trying to explain to you his side. You could feel, for the first time...you snapped.With a swift move up,your arm hit his hands off you. Taking a deep breath, you clenched your fist and hit Chang Kyun right in the face, turning your body with the move creating more kinetic energy. The boy crashed to the floor, with his fingers rubbing over the spot you just hit, he was shocked.

“Listen here you little shit.” your eyes focused down on his body, as you shook your hand from the slight stinging pain. Your teeth were exposed like an angry animal, eyes wide “You’ve been acting spoiled the past few days and I have been calm and understanding about it, but I had enough!” you growled “ Either you learn how to act or we are going to have some problems.” crooking your head to the side you saw him moving way.

 Your piercing gaze landed on the girl.With a firm step you walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. In one swift motion you threw her at the wall and crashed your arm against the it, looking down at her.

“Look here sugar cakes. If you think you can come here and turn my house upside down ,you have another thing coming at you.” your face go close to hers and you flicked her short skirt “ Chang Kyun ain’t a fan of skirts he likes shorts more, so next time do some research on your prey. He can be an ass but he won’t force himself on woman.” your elbow hit the wall and you got closer, almost biting her. Your other hand grabbed her throat and the woman gasped in shock “ Wanna tell us what you were planning to do with my man or do you want to see how pissed yall made me the past few days?”

 Yuna stared at you. Her lips slowly parted as her hand grabbed the back of your head. Is she about to headbutt me! your mind wandered in the direction of counterattack when you realized how dangerous this woman actually is. Her lips crashed against yours, her other hand grabbed your hips and swung you, changing places. Her knee parted your legs. Pulling away you were breathing heavy.

“Oh baby girl, you got me all wrong.I don’t even want to breath the same air as him.”her eyes landed onto you, hungry “I came for you. “ Yuna’s hand pushed your chip up “ I didn’t know you were such a good dom, grabbing my throat like that.”

“Wait WHAT!?” Chang Kyun threw himself practically at the woman, pushing you behind his back, holding your hip with one hand “I knew something was up!” he said

“What is going on here!?” Wonho looked around the house

“This woman!” your boyfriend pointed at Yuna “Has been blackmailing me for the past 2 weeks. She got me drunk, placed all these hickeys on my neck AND tried to make it look like I forced myself onto her.”

“ Oh don’t worry, I would never put my lips on you. It was a small cup, took me a shit long time to do that.” she sighed pulling her coat up onto her shoulder “ She is wasted on you. Be a good loser and give that kitten to me.I can make her happy.” Yuna smirked and waved at you.

“I would never!”Chang Kyun hissed at the woman, his body trembling from all the adrenaline “Right Y/N?!” turning to you he saw your figure frozen, fingers onto your lips “Y/N...?”

“Awww.” the culprit let go a loud and amused laugh “ First french kiss in your life? So precious.No one can kiss you better than a girl sweetie.I know what to give you.Just leave that fucker already, I am more successful than him anyways.”

“Fuck that.” Chang Kyun grabbed your back and pushed you flush against himself. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue starting to fight with yours for dominance and winning fast. His fingers were hot running up your leg. This was a new sensation you couldn’t process yet.Once he pulled back, your vision was blurred and you had to hold onto your boyfriend’s shirt to keep yourself up. “She belongs to me,me me and only me. I am the only person that can make her feel like this and no one else. If you try to get her you have to get through me. I ain’t going easy on you, everything is fair play in love and war sweetie.”

 Yuna noticed the 6 other boys in defensive positions. Leaning down, they flinched and she let out a chuckle. Her heels clanked towards the front door as her hand slid over the handle.

“I will leave, but this doesn’t mean I give up. Y/N.” your head looked at her “When I come back from France I will hunt you down baby girl.” she winked at you closing the door behind herself.

“I can’t believe that woman!” Minhyuk hissed as he ran up to you “You good?” you nodded and dropped onto the couch still shocked

“So wait, you weren’t cheating on me?”

“Of course not! She kept telling me she would release to the public the fact we  were dating and I didn’t want to cause trouble for you, so I had to listen to her! I would have NEVER thought she wanted to...to-” Wonho jumped in with another stupid remark

“Fuck your girl?”

“Wonho!” and once more something flew at his head

“What!But she was hot...”

“She was.” the words slipped though your lips “One hell of a kisser too.”

“Y/N!”Chang Kyun whined

“I am not gonna go running to her! But next time tell me when something happens, we are together in this.”

“I know I know. I will from now on.” standing up ,the boys followed you to the kitchen and back, as you threw ice onto Chang Kyun

“Put that on your face.” you continued walking up the stair, when you looked back at him “You coming or what?”

“Yes babe! Right away!” he jumped up like a puppy and ran after you, leaving the boys with the impression that your roles reversed in a matter of seconds.

“So yall think she gonna be dom from now on?”

“Wonho shut it for once kid, I swear!” Shownu pushed the young idiot

[celawrites]

Day 23

My typing is interrupted by the banging of my car window. I spare a glance and see Pebble trying to get in. I unlock the car, and she slips in beside me. It’s silent for a bit before she speaks up.

“Can I do you a favor?”

“Depends”

“Am I allowed to crash the confession?”

“No. Z said he’d get footage of everything. Besides, why does it matter?”

“bECAUSE THE WHOLE SCHOOL’S GONNA OWE YOU TWO MONEY?”

“Sounds like a win for me”

“Ok but. She obviously isn’t the person he needs, and at this point, I’m pretty sure he’s no longer interested in her. Why can’t we crash it? He probably won’t even be able to reject her!”

I hum. “He’s not that weak. He knows, and has his boundaries. I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you, you’ll get premature wrinkles from all that forwning.”

“Rude. But really, do you not want to go? Wouldn’t it be better to go and crash it yourself?”

“As much as I enjoy having a little fun once in a while, I don’t exactly plan on being a homewrecker”

“What if he agrees? Then the whole school just calls off the bet? You two are destined for each other! We’ve all confirmed it years ago! Please”

“What’s wrong with taking your sweet time?”

“It’s hell, that’s what.”

“Language, we’re on school grounds”

“Are you not frustrated? You’ve been crushing on him for years! And now you’re just going to let her have him? You’re not that kind of person Crescent. Please” Pebble pulls her hair in exasperation.

“Of course I’m bothered. What can I do about it though? I’m not jeopardizing our friendship over a girl and hormones. If you expect me to do something, then I’ll let you know that I’m staying on the sidelines for this. Madison is an unnecessary interruption to my life and I couldn’t care less about how much she likes Sun” I seeth.

“Ok. Whether or not you want to believe it, she’s not even into Sun. This would essentially be giving away your love to someone who doesn’t deserve him. Do you want him to get hurt? Torn apart, and then abandoned? Madison doesn’t love him! She never will. Because her entire life here was to get all the boys wrapped around her finger so she could feel superior to us. I thought we’d catch a break since she was going to college or something.” Pebble mumbled.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t want it to happen. But there isn’t much I want to do about it. If Madison wants to piss me off then she can go ahead and do it. I mean she was suspended for a reason.” I sip the cold coffee I got at 3am. “If she wants to continue living in her own imagination then she can go ahead. I don’t care. Sun’s also his own person, what am I gonna do? Whisk him away?”

“You could. But you wouldn’t”

“yEp!” I grin. It hurts to see someone else live out your dream. But then again, I’m not invested enough to fight Madison over a classmate I won’t ever see again after this year.

“Let’s get going. The bell rings in 5” I sigh. The two of us get out of the car, and head to the hallways. My mind had been cloudy all day. The look everyone gives me, one of sympathy, one that begs me to do something about it, anything, there are a few smirks though. The little left of Madison’s “clique” or whatever she called them. A hand makes contact with my head and I visibly relax.

“Morning Cress” It’s Sun.

“Morning Mr. ‘next big bf material’”

“You salty 3 year old”

“Did you expect me to be in a good mood?” I grumble.

“Not really. Z said he’d get the rejection on camera. I’ll deliver my point across. I promise” His voice is soft, and in my ever-loving personality to ruin things, I deliver a snarky remark.

“Ew you’re speaking to me as if we’re already dating or something” I gag. “I trust you. I may be a clingy ass admirer of yours but I like you too much to force you into anything”

“Way to ruin the moment.” He rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of getting a girlfriend”

“Aww. Have fun watching her cause a scene. Make sure you don’t get too drunk”

“We’re not even allowed to drink yet?”

“Idk make sure Z doesn’t get to the drinks. I don’t want to be taking care of a drunk Z again.”

“Well then, more the reason to have you suffer” I puff my cheeks. “Where’s Madison? Shouldn’t she be clinging onto you or something?”

“Why? You want her to be around?”

“She’s planning the party right now!” someone screams. I think it might’ve been Opal.

The first bell rings, and everyone’s filing to get to class. My mind wanders insanely today, I hate it. My teachers seem to have known what was going to happen today, so most of them let me off the hook. Except for my English teacher. It’s my last period before homeroom so most of the thoughts have disappeared.

“Miss Crescent”

“Sorry Sir”

“Troubles can be turned into words, and words can be turned into stories. I trust you know that?”

I nod. He had a point, maybe an angst blurb would be a nice treat for my blog followers. My hands get to work and I type away. My teacher smiles and my mind is on a one-track focus. When the bell for homeroom rings, I don’t move. Sun has to drag me to our room while I still type away. Our homeroom teacher is understanding, she lets me type away while we go over anything new. My final sentence to the blurb is finished, and I barely catch my teacher’s words.

“The party later. It will be held at the park” The class looks at her in confusion. Wasn’t it supposed to be at Madison’s house?

“There was a change of plans on her part. She wants to watch you” She points at me. “Get your heart broken when our Valedictorian accepts her confession. Which isn’t happening but I mean it’d be nice to watch right?”

My mind goes blank. Was she that much of a sadist? Our class erupts into a violent argument. Saying things about how she just got back how could she do this. My thoughts go back to being a mess, and I’m crying all over again. They’re silent tears, the ones where you don’t whimper or feel anything, just pure tears, honest ones that you can’t control. I’m not sad, why am I crying? Does this mean more than I thought to me? Would I ever catch a break? Or was this about the angst prompt I just wrote? Am I getting too in character? Am I just reflecting on things in the past? Perhaps I’m we-

A rough hand wipes my tears. One that I recognize. It isn’t the pair of hands that I hang out with daily, it’s an old friend’s. One that feels like hours of sports and roughhousing.

“M-mint” I stutter.

“Shhh. I’m here. Go ahead and let it out” I duck my head lower and start to sniffle. I see Sam panting at the doorway, he must’ve fetched him for me. My class is in confusion, Mint and I never talk or hang out openly. So why is he here? I don’t question anything. My tears aren’t controllable, and only when I pass out from exhaustion do I stop crying.

The class calms down slightly after I drop from exhaustion. Mint doesn’t leave, and ends up helping me note down what needed to be worked on for our school. I’m told that Sun doesn’t leave until he gets dragged to the party by his brother. I was out for a good 3 hours.

It’s nearly 6 when I wake up.

“Sleep well?”

“Thank you. I still wonder why we don’t hang out in school more”

“You said it yourself that Opal would murder you”

“She likes you. I don’t like getting involved with unnecessary drama”

“Yet you ended up having beef with Astra and Madison”

“Both of them were the result of them, not me”

“You’re a strange one”

“You got yourself into this mess when you moved here”

“Wanna head over to my place for dinner? Mom misses you”

“I could never miss out on a chance to see my favorite mother figure”

“Might as well call her mom at this point”

Ping! Z has requested a voice call

“Is it happening?” I can barely contain my excitement.

“yeS YES YES IT ISSS” Z screeches. “But before that. Are you feeling better? I heard you broke down again”

“No worries! I’m good now.” I grin, Mint gives me side glance, one that doesn’t believe me.

“That’s probably a lie but you seem excited so here!”

Sure enough, on the other side is Madison and Sun. The group goes silent, and everyone watches the two in anticipation.

“Uh. I’m sure you know already but.” She twirls her hair in between her fingers. “I like you. Please go out with me!”

I hear everyone hold their breath in anticipation.

“I-I don’t see you in that light” I hear Sun whisper out. “B-but! You have one date. To prove to me that you’ll be the best girlfriend”

Everyone there gawks at the words. I hear Z let out a dumbass, and soon, Madison pulls Sun in for a hug. My throat tightens up and I feel my breathing grow ragged. Z is quick to end the call before he punches his brother and Mint offers to have me stay the night at his home.

“You don’t have to. But it really looks like you need some company”

I nod weakly, and he drives us to his place. The home is empty, and his brother is quick to rush me into a blanket fort. His family had always been mine. Maybe I was selfish to think that we shouldn’t hang out openly at school. Too much had been on my mind lately, I had forgotten to take time and relax.

The rest of the day is quiet at his home. His brother calmed down so that I could get some peace, and his mom promised to talk to me about it the next day. Maybe that was why I found myself ignoring the notifications on my phone when I was almost asleep.

Previous : Masterlist : Next

[heyyyyadora]

No one wants to be Kyle.

But someone, at least, has his back, a silent saviour.

A quick one-shot for these gay bois!

Proud to present everyone’s fave buff lizard/useless twink pairing!!!

So I have to explain my headcanon for Rogelio’s muteness - the She-Ra staff were the ones to confirm Rogelio’s name on twitter, mentioning that because he has no voice lines in Season One, he doesn’t appear in the voice credits. They also mentioned that they think someone says his name in Season Two, which will be the first time his name is confirmed in canon…

…which in my head suggested, “Oh, I guess he still doesn’t get credited for any voice lines then?” which lead to, “Wait, so Rogelio doesn’t speak at ALL for two whole seasons?” and so, boom. Mute Rogelio headcanon.

I really liked the idea of playing with this, as lizards obviously communicate in a variety of ways that differ from us - lots of cues in touch and body language, with a smattering of audio cues such as huffing or hissing.

Kyle, on the other hand, just wants someone who’ll listen to him… so who better than someone who won’t interrupt, who will just sit there calmly and let him get things off his chest; having a big buff lizard bf is a pretty sweet bonus tho.

Whole fic posted under cut!

“Ugh, seriously, Kyle?!”

He wasn’t cut out for this. He knew that. But having everyone yell at him for it didn’t. Help.

“Come on! That one wasn’t my fault!”

It was no good protesting. Adora and the others had already scattered, further laser fire blasting around them. He sighed, pulling himself up to sitting position and rubbing his now probably bruised chest. Great. If he took a hit then all of their grades suffered. Team marking meant that he dragged them all down.

Ughhh. He should be taking those extra drills, but the drill sergeants were terrifying enough to spend regular hours around and all he could imagine was Shadow Weaver’s glowing, judgemental eyes glaring at him the whole time.

Maybe he should just… keep lying here.

There was a shuffle to his side and Kyle immediately snapped upright, “I-I was just leaving, I- Oh,”

A clawed green hand had taken him by the wrist, pulling him up. Rogelio’s placid eyes looked him up and down, before dusting him off.

“Rogelio… ah, you shouldn’t hang around for me, you don’t wanna lose any more marks…”

Rogelio’s head shook slowly, a claw pointing to his chest and tapping on the display there. Kyle’s eyes were drawn down to the flashing red X that marked him. “Ah… you too? Too bad, huh?” Broad scaly shoulders shrugged up and down slowly, then the lizard man simply gestured over his shoulder. Time to go.

“Yeah, yeah… I guess,” Kyle grumbled, sighing. “It’s gonna be a long week to make up for that.”

A heavy arm thudded over his back, about as comforting as a thump from a guy probably three times your body mass could manage. “Ahah, hey, ow- geez, I’m banged up enough as it is!”

A yellow eye was tilted in his direction and Kyle managed to picture a rough brow being raised teasingly at him. “Hey, I’m trying, you know? I don’t got the biological advantage here. And Adora, Lonnie, all those guys, I dunno… I’m just not built for this stuff.” The eye blinked slowly. “Ahh, I know, I know… It’s just like, I don’t have the mental strength to work up the courage to train more – and then it’s like, it cycles around, ‘cause then I get beaten around for being weak and it all goes on in a circle… ahh, I don’t know, whatever.”

The blink he got that time was longer, slower. Rogelio had no idea what he was trying to say. But Kyle got another pat on the shoulder, which he took as some sort of encouragement.

“Yeah… just gotta deal with how it is for now.”

As they each packed away their training gear in their lockers, Kyle paused for a second to look over at the lizard boy from across the room. He didn’t know why Rogelio chose to hang out with him… or, uh, well, he didn’t know whether to call it hanging out, more that he just lingered in proximity from time to time. Truthfully he wasn’t ever sure what was on the other cadet’s mind, he only ever got a general feeling for it. It was obvious that Rogelio could understand them, but if he was ever trying to communicate back it was in some way they couldn’t consciously recognise. Though, they never got the impression that he went misunderstood, so there could be something there. He hardly seemed simple-minded, either.

Rogelio was kind of a loner, though, all the same. Maybe because of the communication barrier. Or maybe that was just the way he was. Reptiles were all pretty solitary, weren’t they? Not that he’d dare to ask, it sounded pretty… risky. Presumptive. And he didn’t want to ruin what they had going; whatever that was. It mostly boiled down to that whole, being in proximity thing.

Kyle had actually been the one to initiate contact, hard as it would be for anyone to believe! Well, he’d seen Rogelio in action in the early days of training – as impressive then as he was now, sleeker than you’d expect for his build, quick on his feet and well-balanced, too! Their teams had just been assigned and hey, you were supposed to be working with these guys for the next what, eight years of your life, so he’d figured might as well make friends and all! And Rogelio had just sat there for half an hour as Kyle had gone on and on in a nervous mess, managing a whole conversation by himself without ever getting a word back in response.

It was only then that someone had alerted him that Rogelio was, in fact, mute.

In retrospect he had been extremely polite about it, or at least hadn’t punched him in the gut or taped his mouth shut as were uncommon responses to trying to interact with Kyle. He just had a tendency to get nervous and start carrying himself on his own momentum…

Oh! There was a tap on his shoulder-

“Cadet Kyle. We need to talk.”

Oh, shoot.

A tongue-lashing from Shadow Weaver was more than enough to shake anyone to their core. As much as Kyle tried to get accustomed to these consequences of failure, he was never ready. She surely made that impossible. He didn’t cry, daren’t cry, because that would make it all the worse for him. Instead he’d sat there, bolt upright, giving the appropriate “Yes Shadow Weaver,” and “No Shadow Weaver,” on cue. A good little drone taking his punishment on the chin.

Then, when he was out of sight, he rushed for the bathroom and threw up.

He pressed his forehead against the rim and just moaned, letting the floodgates open. He whined, he sobbed. Five minutes. Five minutes he’d allow himself. Then he had to put that mask back on. No weakness in the horde.

There was another touch to his back and he bolted. Was it Shadow Weaver again?

“I wasn’t-”

Those calm yellow eyes pierced him again. He swallowed. “S-sorry, I…” A cough. He grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. As he did so, something cool and leathery nudged into his cheek. He turned slightly to see what it was – and found Rogelio nosing him in the face. He blinked once, twice. He wasn’t sure what to do. Was he… worried? Or was this sympathy?

“U-um, I… were you waiting for me?” A blink in response. Kyle looked back in surprise, before a little smile came to his face. “Uh… thanks.” He paused, looking over to where he’d just been squatting and vomiting. “I uh, I just needed to uh, recover. You know. God- I don’t- I wish, I just wish I could do better, you know? I don’t want to fail. I’m not like, like Catra, just treating it like some joke or something. I want to be someone. But I can’t! It’s just not me. It feels like that. I dunno. I just- ah, hey!”

For the first time, Rogelio had interrupted – by scooping him up and turning about, beginning a straight march down the corridor. Kyle locked up for a second, then cried out a protest. “H-hey! Hold up! Don’t- you can’t just- what if someone- this is so embarrassing! Rogelio! Put me-”

He heard footsteps coming their way and froze, shutting up, turning to hide his face in his hands. This was humiliating, what was Rogelio thinking, they could both be in trouble for fooling around like this-

“Hold up Cadet, whatcha got there?”

Rogelio stopped. Turned. Kyle’s breath caught in his throat. What was he thinking?

“Hm? Oh, hey, is that… hah, Cadet Kyle, is it? What’d he do, piss off Octavia or something?” Rogelio’s weight shifted, like he was shrugging a shoulder, then he made some sort of sigh-hissing noise, air huffing out of his nostrils.

“Heh. Figures she’d have had enough of his whiny little face. Serves the kid right, might learn something the more he gets knocked about. Alright, get him back to dorms before he comes to and has a cry about it.”

The footsteps carried on. Rogelio moved on. Kyle, now gripping on tightly to the front of the boy’s shirt, was stunned. Any other time he would have been harassed, jeered at, spat on, driven further into the dirt while he shuffled meekly through the rest of his day. Now Rogelio was carting him away from all of that, back to his dorm where he could gather up his strength, take some rest, get some respite from the bullying and beatings and foul treatment…

He pressed his face into his companion’s chest, letting out a slow breath. “T..thanks.”

Rogelio huffed again. He took that as a “Don’t mention it.”

[mainadjacent]

Sticking to the Script (p. 4)

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

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

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

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

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

PART 4

The next morning you have a biting headache. It doesn’t help that you have to be on set extra early because you’re doing special effects makeup. In this week’s episode, Violet falls off a horse and is bed-ridden with serious injuries and while no one is making you jump off of a horse, you are going to have to sit through at least an hour of fake blood, rigid collodion and harsh makeup lights.

“You look like shit and I’m not talking about the blood,” says Kevin McIntyre, the actor who plays Matthew, the middle Winthrope child, and your onscreen brother.

You laugh sourly and flash him an obscene gesture as he plops down in the chair next to yours.

“I went out drinking with Gwilym last night,” you admit.

“You know, since I’m contractually obligated to at least act like I care about you I’m going to go ahead and say I think it’s a bad idea for you to be getting romantically involved with the guy playing your love interest again seeing as it didn’t go too well last time and—”

“It’s not like that!” you interrupt so hastily that you startle Vicki, the makeup artist.

“I went with him and some of his friends. Trust me it, it was not romantic at all. It was actually kind of weird.”

“Weird how?”

You suddenly become keenly aware of the other presences around the set, all keen to hear what you have to say,  and you avoid divulging too much.

“I don’t know. Just weird.”

“Well, I think this just goes to prove that you probably steer clear of alcohol. And just men in general.”

“Great advice. Now be a good non-brother and go get me something greasy from craft, please? My head is throbbing.”

Kevin begrudgingly gets up from the chair he’s splayed across, “I’m only going because I want a donut.”

“Get me something caffeinated, too!”

Your phone gives a buzz and you dive across the vanity to get it, much to Vicki’s chagrin.

Hey! I forgot to tell you, Gwil home last night! Thanks for the help!

It’s from Joe. Last night, he had appeared just as Gwil had so oddly decided to leave.

“What’s wrong?” he had asked, clearly as confused as you were.

“I don’t know, one minute we were talking, the next he just decided to leave. I think he might have had a bit too much to drink. I don’t know.”

Joe gave you a look that could pass for almost pity.

“I’ll go after him,” he turned into the throng of people.

“Wait! You have to let me know if you get him home okay!”

“Right, fine. Here,” he handed you a sleek, black phone, “Give me your number and I’ll text you.”

You smile at Joe graciously as you hand back his phone.

“Oh, and can you let Lucy and Rami know what happened?” You nod. “It was nice meeting you! Get home safe!”

Hey Joe! Thanks for the help last night. Pretty sure I would’ve gotten in major trouble if I lost my costar. You’re a lifesaver! :)

_____

Vicki finally finishes with your face and you thank her profusely as you admire her work in the vanity mirror. She really had done an amazing job. There’s a gnarly gash running across your right temple, your eyelid a deep purple color and bruises doting your left cheekbone. Your lip has a deep, bloody split running down the middle of it.

“I thought Vicki was supposed to make you look worse, not better,” jokes Kevin as he presents you with a breakfast sandwich and a tall cup of iced coffee.

“Very funny,” you flip him off before lunging at your coffee.

“Hey, by the way, have you seen if Gwil’s here yet, I want to make sure he’s alright,” you say casually as you tear a piece off of your sandwich.

“Gwil’s not on the call list today. He’s probably not shooting your guys’ scene until tomorrow.”

By the way that he’s eying you up you can tell that Kevin is waiting to see how you respond to this information and this somehow makes you feel like you’re hiding something.

“Huh, I must have gotten my days confused,” you say innocently.

You can tell that Kevin’s not buying whatever it is you’re trying to sell.

“Listen, I know you said it wasn’t like that, but anyone with eyes can tell that you and Gwil have some sort of chemistry thing going on. Every time you two shoot scenes together it’s like you guys are holding back from ripping each other’s clothes off and there’s a running bet for when you two are going to get together. So, why don’t you just stop pretending that you’re not into him?”

This all hits you like a ton of bricks. “First of all, Kevin, have you ever considered that maybe we’re just really great actors that are really committed to our roles? Also, up until last week, Ben and I clearly had something going on so there’s that. And, didn’t you just tell me to avoid guys all together? Now you’re telling me to admit my so-called feelings for Gwil, what’s up with that?”

“Okay, listen,” Kevin says calmly, as he sips his own iced coffee, “I can’t speak for Gwil but I’ve been acting with you for over a year and I know, for a fact, you’re not that good of an actor, okay? There’s definitely something going on there. Secondly, who the hell is Ben? That X-Men pretty boy? No offense, but he hasn’t been around the set for ages and based on what you just said, he doesn’t seem super interested either. And also, I know I told you to avoid men altogether, but I just joined the betting pool and if you get together with Gwil by next Tuesday, I win $1,500,” this last part he says in a rush.  

You’re pretty sure if you lunge at your costar, you’ll ruin your makeup and at the risk of pissing off Vicki, you settle to just glare at him. Before you can even retort, though, he is called to set and leaves you there, seething.

Is there any truth to what Kevin said, you ask yourself. What he said about Ben was harsh, to say the least, but was he wrong? Last night proved that Ben wasn’t just ignoring you, he was straight up avoiding you. Kevin was right, you might as well just let that go. You have plenty of experience giving yourself to others for little in return, it gets old.

Gwil was a more complicated topic for you. The two of you were clearly friends, and you are fond of him. The complicated part of falling in love with someone on screen, you realize, is that some of that have a tendency to transfer into your off-screen relationship. Maybe it wasn’t that way for everybody, but you feel things deeply. That’s what makes you a good actor, but sometimes it can get in the way.  

Before you can delve further into your feelings (yuck), you’re called onto set.

_____

You spend the rest of the day on set. The episode is very Violet-centric on account of her accident. The show is really trying to push the fear that Violet may not survive, so there’s a lot of tears and tense moments. On the bright side, you spend the entire shoot in bed and without a corset and half the time you just have to lay there while the other characters talk.  

You are distracted though, and you can feel the rest of the cast’s frustration as they call for yet another take after you forget one of your few lines. You don’t even blame them for being mad at you. You’re also angry at yourself because every time the soundstage door opens, your eyes flash to it, half expecting Gwil to burst through it even though you know he’s not here today. You have no other choice than to throw yourself into your performance, though, because you’re pretty sure that if you don’t stop ruining takes they’ll reconsider not killing your character off.  

The day of filming drags on into the night and by the time you’re on your way home, it’s well past 11. You check your phone, half-hoping for a text from Gwil—the irony that only a week ago you were agonizing over a text from Ben and now you’re in the same position but with Gwil isn’t lost on you—but there’s no message from him.

The next day, you roll back onto set early again. The weight of two sleepless nights slogs you down but you are slightly comforted in the fact that Gwil will be here today and you finally get to talk to him about the other night.

Except you don’t. He’s not on the call list and your scene together has been pushed back yet another day. You try not to show how disappointed you are.

Apparently, though, you are more transparent than you think because, while checking Instagram during lunch you notice that Kevin tagged you in a picture on his story. It’s a candid of you sitting in the makeup chair that morning morosely looking at your phone, you obviously were unaware that the picture was being taken. Underneath your head, in large white print, it said, “Someone’s grumpy bc her bf is gone” along with a bunch of crying stickers surrounding you. You can already imagine the call you’re going to get from your publicist about “professionalism” and “relationships in the public eye” and “Didn’t you already try dating a costar? How did that go, again?”.

You want to scream and hide away in your trailer and maybe even call Gwil for some reason but instead you settle for giving Kevin a good smack upside the head.

If you were a bit peeved and distracted before, you were flat-out irritated now, which made the day drag on longer and longer (if that was even possible). You could say with certainty that all you wanted to do was go home and burrow into bed possibly forever, but you soldiered on. Eventually, the night closes out and you go home again. You must have been in a melancholy mood, though, because as you walk through the parking lot to your car, all you can think about was the night of your first scene with Gwil and how he had awkwardly walked you to your car.

You can’t seem to stop thinking about him ever since your night out.  At first, you would just think circles around what had happened that night, after all, it had been confusing, with him just getting up and leaving, giving no explanation. You would catch yourself playing over every last minute of that night, pinning it out like a displayed butterfly, trying to catch what huge, gaping detail you had missed that night.

However, you had recently caught your thoughts straying from that night with Gwil, to just Gwil. You would catch yourself at any given moment, any spare second, thinking about Gwil: what he was doing or whether or not he would like what the PAs brought in for lunch or if he would also find that part of the script funny. When you read something interesting or see something ridiculous you instinctually want to show him. In short, he does not cross your mind anymore, he lives in it.

You wish it would stop.

___________

The object of your distraction is on set the next day and you wanted nothing more than to finally confront him about his behavior, so you could finally be rid of your plaguing thoughts. You haven’t seen him yet, but the first thing you do when you get to set at 6 AM is check the call sheet and his name is right there underneath the day’s date.

Gwilym Lee.

You can feel your increasing jitteriness as your morning makeup transformation is underway.

“Can you stay still, sweetie?” Vicki asks after the umpteenth time you accidentally nudged her hand out of place with your twitching.

“Sorry, Vicki must have drunk too much coffee this morning. At least it’s our last day of this, right?”

“Right,” Vicki says piercingly, and you don’t know who’s more relieved that Violet’s injury scenes are done, you or her.

Eventually, you are steward onto set, looking as gory and beaten as the first day. You get there a bit early in hopes that Gwil would be there already. He has a very British habit of being early to things, but he hasn’t shown up yet and you can only stand around petulantly for so long before the director calls for you to be in your spot.

Finally, just about the director is about to call action, Gwil fumbles onto set, a costumer trailing behind him, seemingly making last minute adjustments. He mumbles apologies to the crew before getting into place. You try to meet his eye, but he purposefully avoids looking in your direction. You want to bounce up on Violet’s stiff bed and yell at him in front of everyone here.

Hey! I’m right here and you owe me an explanation! You owe me something! Anything!

He moves to the side of the soundstage; he’s not supposed to enter until mid-scene. Edmund finds out about Violet’s accident and travels all the way to her home to visit her. At this point, Violet is more or less unresponsive and Edmund, in a private moment of vulnerability, declares how much he cares for Violet. Violet, however, is unconscious and cannot hear him. The whole scene is frustrating, in your opinion and you can’t help but feel sorry for Edmund and for Violet, too. You think how unfair it is for her, to have someone declare their feelings for her and her not be cognizant enough to even realize it. It’s almost tragic.

For the most part, your role in these upcoming scenes is pretty simple: all you have to do is lay there, looking injured and close to death. The position gives you the freedom to allow your mind to wander. You pointedly avoid thinking about Gwil, though and instead focus on keeping your mind at peace. You think about what you want for lunch; about your plans for the weekend; about whether or not you’ve called your mom recently. You drown your mind in mundane thoughts to keep your nerves at bay. You’re finally coming face to face with Gwil and for some reason, the weight of this moment feels momentous.  So, you try to think of anything but. That only works for so long though, you realize as you hear them cue for Gwil to enter the scene.

He’s at your—Violet’s—bedside in three long strides and you can’t help but feel your heart jolt at the reality of him being so close to you after having only housed him in your mind for what seemed an eternity. You’re caught by surprise as his hand reaches gently for yours. He holds your small hand in his two broad ones delicately, desperately.

“Violet,” he says softly, like a prayer and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have him say your real name like that. Your heart shifts as you attempt to remind yourself that none of this is real and you and Gwil don’t actually have feelings for each other.

“I am so sorry,” he says with the same quiet fervor. You are struck by how exposed he sounds, and it strikes you, that maybe he’s talking to you, not Violet.

He splays his fingers over your and you’re infected with the memory of him guiding you through the city streets, fingers interlaced with your own.

“Please make it through, your family needs you, your company needs you… I need you.”  

In your experience, having to act unconscious while other actors act is difficult, but this was almost unbearable. Gwil was heartbreakingly convincing and you wanted to reach out, squeeze his hand, do something.

You hold back and instead you focus on maintaining an unchanged expression. Even when the director calls for a cut and then a retake you are tentative to open your eyes. You can feel Gwil lingering next to you before getting back on his mark to shoot again. Only a few moments ago, you wanted to open your eyes, to see him but now, faced with the realities of that, you cowered. So, you keep your eyes closed.

You film the scene three more times, and each one of those times, you wait until Gwil is a distance away before coming alive to take criticism and direction. Part of you feared that if you did look at each other or spoke, your resolve would break and you wouldn’t be able to focus on the scene.

Eventually, your director is happy enough with your performance to let you go.  When Vicki pulls you off the soundstage to remove your faux injuries, you are hit with the realization that you have no more scenes to film, which, considering your last two long night, makes you want to cry. You also realize that Gwil has also been released—you finally have a moment to talk to him. The only thing standing in your way is Vicki and her ridiculously long makeup removal process—all sorts of cleaning and scrubbing and steaming. Since it's your last day with the makeup, she makes the process even longer, spouting off all the harm rigid collodion could do to your skin. You try to hurry the process up as much as possible, you don’t want to miss Gwil. After what seems like forever, Vicki sets you free, but not before slathering your face in a heavy, green facemask.

“Make sure to rinse it off when you get home,” she directs harshly.

At this point, you are certain Gwil is gone, and it’s for the better you think, lest he saw you green-faced.

You walk to your care slowly, the weight of the day dragging behind you. Maybe you’ll talk to him tomorrow.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts, you don’t register the long spindly frame leaning against your car. It’s Gwil.

“What’s on your face?”

You blush, “Facemask, for all the gunk. What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you, although I was about ready to give up, to be honest.”

You laugh, “I don’t blame you, Vicki can be brutal.”

The two of you stand in front of your car silently, both pointedly looking away.

“So, I want—”

“Listen I was—”

You both say at the same time and you exchange awkward looks before you insist that he speak first.”

I wanted to apologize,” he begins, “for how I behaved that night at the bar. I don’t know what came over me. I must have drunk too much, I suppose.”

You look at him for a long moment. “That’s it?”

“Yes… I suppose so,” he obviously was not expecting this question, “Have I mentioned how sorry I was?”

“That’s all you have to say? No further explanation?” You realize that you have been waiting to have this conversation for days, and Gwil’s dry and vague apology falls short of how you imagined this conversation would go.

“Not at the moment. I am sorry though, I haven’t stopped thinking about how I acted. I’ve been ruminating over it actually these last few days, almost obsessing. But I don’t know what else to say.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” you remind him. You know that there’s more to that night than he lets on.

“I know,” he says, suddenly meek, and then, “If you don’t want to forgive me, I understand. Although, I will say that I was ready to offer some quality ice cream from the creamery down the street if all of this just went away.”

You laugh, unguarded after what feels like forever, “Ice cream you say?”

“Yes, the good stuff, too! But I don’t know if you’d want to go anywhere with… that.” He gestures to your green, goopy face.

You swat his hand playfully.

“No, I can’t, I have to rinse it off soon anyway.”

Then, you are struck by an idea, “Maybe we can take the ice cream to my place?”

The words are out of your mouth before you have time to think about them. Yikes. You just invited Gwil to your place, in the evening, with ice cream. There could be a lot of subtexts there, especially considering your weird, unresolved stance with one another. Before you can interject with some sort of excuse or negation though, he responds.

“I would love that.”

PART 5

TAGS: @xbarrjallenx @alexfayer @chlobo6 @softbenhardy

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ALSHSKSHSKKSSKSJJS M ‼️

i have WORDS. and a LOT OF THEM ‼️

1. pleaseeeee tell me you’re gonna write a part 2 for chan’s part. you can’t just leave it like that– that tore my heart to pieces omg. also it might have ignited my fight or flight response bcs oh my gODDDD some dudes and their girl best friends… they really don’t know boundaries istg.

2. changbin in the minho section– pls why is that man SUCH a younger brother?? i wouldn’t even warn him, i’d just take the underwear and smack him with it.

also. gosh!!! y/n was so chill about minho lying. i would have criedddd. but ngl, i was a little relieved that minho’s one was not as sad as chan’s. that just– ooooof that one really got to me.

AND OMG I JUST REMEMBERED THAT CLINGY LINE FROM CHAN’S??? 100% THATS SOMETHING THAT AREUM GIRL FED TO HIM ISTG– she probably said y/n was clingy when the boys said y/n was asking where chan went 💀 i hate her already. if you make chan’s one into a full fic, tag me bcs i would read it like… 20 times probably. i’m so invested in the anti-areum campaign.

3. NAH CAUSE LET ME FUCKING AT THIS GIRL WHAT– WHO INTERRUPTS SOMEONE’S PROPOSAL LIKE THIS?! SHE COULD HAVE ASKED SOMEONE ELSE?? OR DO IT HERSELF??? LIKE BITCH– i’m even more anti-areum than before.

okay but also? bestie your writing??? the description?? the pain??? OOOF. icb changbin just left like that 💀 i would say NO to the proposal at that point ✋🏻

4. okay. hyunjin’s areum seems fine. first areum i don’t hate. thank you for giving my heart a break i was about to go ballistic on a bitch that don’t even exist 🤡

5. M…. bestie…. i just said– i JUST thanked you for sparing my heart and you do this. yeah no, jisung is… ✋🏻😶 ELECTRIC CHAIR!!! who DOES THAT?!

M pls we need a part 2 with jisung GETTING HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM (and chan having a fluff ending pls don’t break my heart over my bias i will actually cry). BUT JISUNG!!! JISUNG NEEDS A LESSON 😤👊🏻

[new fear unlocked: your bf might suddenly leave your apartment one day to get with his gbf and all you can do is cry]

6. okay i was about to throw hands at felix but then mans half redeemed himself in the last second. still pissed at areum tho. tf is this girl up to? any girl who needs to disturb her friend when he’s celebrating with his s/o is no friend. like come on, you can give him one day. sounds like she’s low-key in love with felix.

okay istg i’m so annoyed with this fictional girl. i wanna THROW SOME PUNCHES 😾😾😾😾

7. dear kim seungmin… you have earned… 🥳 A SLAP IN THE FACE 🥳 CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉

[i am disgusted honestly. i have no words. which also just means you wrote this whole thing to be so believable ohmygodddd the emotions i’m feeling M‼️‼️‼️ WHY⁉️⁉️⁉️]

8. okay honestly? i would break up. icb y/n just gave him the silent treatment. but i would break up. like… why on earth would you stay friend with someone who’s mean to your partner?? and then LIE ABOUT BEING SICK?!

but since innie is… innie. i guess he can get another chance 🙄 but areum has to GO 👉🏻 🚪

gosh, M the amount of emotions i’ve felt while reading this… the one that stood out the most was my hatred for areum. that name is ruined for me forever now. i will never look at anyone named areum the same way 💀 but alshsksjsk i did really enjoy this. even if it made my blood boil

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distance // xu minghao

♥  College! & BF! Minghao

♥ fluff and angst (or at least an attempt to lmao)

♥ 1.3k words

♥ summary : they say that distance makes the heart grow stronger, but is that really true?

but ever since you had decided to isolate yourself in your room or the library to study for your upcoming exams

your mind had never had a second to even think about your poor boyfriend, Minghao

you were so stuck on acing your exams that all you ever thought about was your exams and occasionally some meals that you consistently forgot

yet you still hadn't noticed your behaviour

but Minghao did

As he cautiously watched you from afar in the library, a sharp pang hit his heart whenever he saw you dozing off with blodshot eyes struggling to look at your laptop screen

but he couldn't break the promise he made a week ago

"you promise to leave me for this week?" your eyes shined with determination as you stared straight through his soul

"As long as you take care of yourself. Otherwise, I have to whisk you away," he chuckled before intertwining his pinky with yours.

But here you were in the library at midnight, eyes still glued onto the screen since you had entered the place that afternoon

and he had enough

sure, there was a day left for your final paper but he wasn't risking it

especially when you were so dear to him

Before your eyes fully closed and dozed off for the umpteenth time that day, Minghao grabbed you from your waist and holstered you over his shoulder, as if you had weighed nothing

you were taken aback by his sudden actions, your eyes feeling refreshed from the panic skyrocketing in you

"I told you to take care of yourself but you're not even getting a wink of sleep. If it hurts you so much to see me sick, you could just imagine how I'm feeling in this moment," he mumbled in a cold and distant voice as he packed your things swiftly single-handedly.

literally

"there's people around Ming. Let me down!" you whispered harshly, pulling onto his jacket.

"and risk the chance of you running away? No thanks," he huffed, striding out of the library with his long legs.

You couldn't stop him once he had made his choice as you grumbled during the entire journey he had to walk you to his car

But once you had stepped foot

or he had thrown you into the passenger seat

you became silent as he started the engine

It was due to the fact that Minghao looked completely pissed and hurt from your actions that you were in no place to go against him

But you weren't going to let go of the point that you still had one more paper left before you could finally catch a break

"There's still one more left so just let me study for an hour more. Trust me that I will take-"

"No" Was all Minghao could mumble before he held onto the steering wheel tightly

"Do you know how difficult it was for me to let you suffer like that? I know that once your driven to do something, you won't stop and that was one of the things that I like about you. But this has gone too far. I can't let you go on if all you're going to do is push yourself with no limit as a guideline. Can't you see that I love you too much-,"

"Then don't. Don't love me if it brings you so much pain. I would rather study till I die then let me be a burden to others,"

You had screamed at him, something that rarely occured in your relationship despite the numerous petty arguments the both of you had.

tears began to brim in his eyes as he slowly parked his car right outside of your dorm

But you were too busy trying to calm the fiery fire inside of you to see how heartbroken you had made him

When all that was right in his relationship was loving you

it seemed that you had proven him wrong

Without another minute to spare, you grabbed your belongings and rushed out of the car

You wouldn't want him to see the regret that had formed into tears, trickling down your face as you sobbed relentlessy

It had been a week since the outburst between the you two

But neither one had the guts to step up

even if guilt was eating you up

Except your friends who were definitely opposed to your plan of ignoring him, expecting him to make the first move

"C'mon (Y/N). Someone has to be the bigger person here. And from what you had told me, it's best if you did," Mingyu sighed as he munched on the snacks you had neglected during this period

"Even though I hate everything about him, you don't. I've already counted the times you were staring at his contact number. It's no use trying to stare holes into it because your glare isn't that menacing,"

"Ugh, Mingyu shut up before I ruin your damn kitchen. It's not that easy to just call him-"

But your words were soon interrupted with the ringing of your phone

panic ensued as your eyes widened at the sigh of his name on your screen

"MINGYU WHY DID YOU CALL HIM"

"I DIDNT, YOUR PHONE WAS IN YOUR HAND THE WHOLE FRICKIN TIME,"

"About damn time too-" He muttered before earning himself a hit to the head

"uh,,, hello?"

a familiar and comforting voice echoed through your phone

his confused yet hopeful voice calmed your nerves as your heart was thumping right out of your chest.

"...hi," you squeaked as Mingyu nodded his head as a signal for you to carry on

With a deep breath, you apologized for your rash actions, not bothering to stop as your eyes were shut tightly in embarrassment

"Minghao, I'msosorryforbeingsuchabitchthatnightididntknowwhatiwassayingbecauseiwassleepdeprivedandimissyousomuch-"

"Whoah hold up, I can't understand a word your saying. Take another deep breath, I'm giving you a chance so don't ruin it,"

As you did what he had instructed (with a little reluctance from his petty last comment) you spoke slowly for him to hear every single word you had mentioned before

But you were met with silence as you waited on the other end of the line

was he still mad?

was your actions terrible to the point where it was unforgivable?

You don't even remember half of what you had screamed at him, your memory foggy now that you had received ample rest during your break

But a sigh was heard on the other end

and your heart began to tear itself to pieces

was this really the end?

"quick open up your door, I miss you too much,"

You looked towards Mingyu, surprise and elation coursing through your veins as you jumped up from your bed, pulling him along as you did so

"I take this as my cue to leave then- oh hey Minghao, please take better care of her because she was a pain in MY ass whenever she cried about you. Also don't call me ever again if you have relationship problems. bye, losers,"

Mingyu waved as he continued munching on the crackers

while Minghao looked at you with a raised brow

"cried about me every single time, huh? that's new,"

"I will seriously break his neck the next time I see that loser,"

"But first, let me hug you. Hugging you isn't the same as hugging Jun-"

"OK wow, you used Jun as a rebound? My best friend?"

"First things first, he's MY best friend. Secondly, you left me first,"

"You're lucky you're cute, or I would've break your legs with a kick to your shin,"

"Thanks for the compliment, babe. Now shut your trap and let me hug you"

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A/N: it feels like a decade since I last updated but here, my first bulletpoint scenario because I can't describe things to save my life for now (hELP) but I hope I post more often in the future :') Have a good day/afternoon/night!! <3

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“ THE BAD BOY ALWAYS GETS THE GIRL ! “

REQUEST: hey, love your blog! I have a request: so Ben has a crush on te reader (kinda like his crush on Bev) but reader is Patrick’s girlfriend, but he’s new so he doesn’t know. Ok so Patrick catches Ben “flirting” with her and he gets pissed and shows him she’s his? Reader finds it funny because Ben is tiny and adorable, the exact opposite from her bf. i’d really like that, thanks!!!

AUTHORS NOTE: i was listening to ‘la ocasíon’ while reading this and it reminded me of how hot owen is so there’s that + i love ben sm so this genuinely hurt to write yikes ??

“Alright, on the count of three, I’m gonna shove you into her, Benny boy.”

“Richie, I don’t think—”

“Three!”

Richie Tozier’s hands pressed against Ben’s overly stuffed backpack and handed him a hard shove in the direction of where Y/N was peacefully heading out of the school’s north entrance. The force was a hair too much on Richie’s part, on purpose, sending both awestricken Ben and his oblivious crush tumbling to the grass laying in front of the school. Ben’s usual dose of panic shot through his veins from the collision into the girl, immediately regretting telling Richie about his little crush, the shock from the impact leaving him laid across the ground even as Y/N had already rushed in getting up.

Pushing herself to her feet with ease, dusting the dirt that found its way to the short skirt she had worn specifically for Patrick’s plans after school, her narrowed eyes fell on the boy planted on the grass who looked up at her like she was a celebrity just striding through the school’s hallways for fun. The glower on her face had morphed into from the shove softened up when she read the obvious lovey-dovey signs that Ben had smeared across his adorable face at the sight of her, a look she wasn’t used to receiving anymore since she linked herself to the infamous Patrick Hockstetter.

“You okay there?” Her soothing, velvety, voice pulled him from his loving thoughts surrounding her; putting a pause on the numerous amounts of poetic verses he was already conjuring up in his brain at the sight of her lovely facial features under the warm April sun.

Outstretching a genuine helping hand down to the shoved boy, the corners of her baby pink lips twitching into a coy half-smile at the thought of finally emitting the same effect Patrick always had on her onto someone else. It gave her a sense of control, making someone be as love stricken like she was with her boyfriend, a feeling that wasn’t familiar with her. Her freshly painted red nails heavily contrasted Ben’s pale skin when she curled her fingers around his palm, pulling him up with ease and nodding down at him in acknowledgement.

“Uh, yeah. I’m so sorry about him, he has this stupid thing where he thinks pushing his friends is hilarious.” Ben hastily apologized, his shy tongue stumbling over his words and his clammy hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

The familiar flush of scarlet stretched across his cheeks when the girl didn’t bother breaking her intent gaze on him, feeling as if all the innocent thoughts he had since he first saw her were written all across his skin for her to publicly view. Instead of from disgust at his obvious liking towards her, which is what he had anticipated since he first took notice of her in the halls, Y/N accepted his crush on her with open arms — in desperate need of the ego boost and lacking the bone in her to torment the poor boy like her boyfriend would if given the opportunity.

“Trashmouth Tozier? Yeah, I don’t find that hard to believe.” She softly laughed he situation off, glancing back at where Richie and his friends were watching the spectacle and quickly turned their observing eyes away when they she looked their way. “I’m Y/F/N, by the way and you’re Ben Hanscom, right?” She inquired, cocking an eyebrow at him with friendly interest.

“Yeah, I just moved to Derry a few weeks ago.” Ben explained, even though, he was sure that it was a known fact around the school now.

“So, I’ve heard.” Y/N nodded, not bothering to mention that she had heard that little fact from the group conversation her boyfriend and the gang were having; talk of what to do to put Hanscom in his place being the topic circulated throughout the car. “How’s it going for you, so far?” She asked him, the attention she was throwing his way not something he was used to from people other than the Losers.

“Well, it’s—“

“Here, let’s sit.”

Y/N interrupted what she expect to be a long reply by leading him over to the concrete, now empty, steps of the school and taking a seat at the bottom step. Patting the empty spot beside her, eager to have a normal conversation with someone other than the gang, she looked up at him with expectant eyes that Ben just couldn’t find himself saying no to. Hesitantly seating himself on the step, leaving a safe distance between them, he beamed at the sight of her sweetly grinning at him as she urged him to continue what he was saying.

“So, tell me about your stay here so far.”

Some luck seemed to oddly be on the girl’s side as Patrick stood a few yards away with his back to her, unaware that the person he was waiting for was seated at the school’s entrance with another boy at her side — a sight he would’ve put a stop to immediately if he was present at the scene. Not all luck was on her side, though. The rest of the gang were leaning against the car with their gazes set on their friend’s girlfriend and their ears forced to listen to the explicit details Patrick was given them on his plans for tonight; Y/N, undressed and in his bed, being the focal point of his words.

“Oh, yeah?” Henry rudely interrupted Patrick’s obscene words and pushed himself of the car. He stared down the much taller kid and smirking at him in the way Patrick had seen him do many times when he was ready to tear down a kid’s self-esteem like his father always did to him at home. “How come she’s whoreing it up with the new kid then?” He smirked, nodding over at the school behind him and snickering at Patrick’s bewildered expression, a rare sight that he always treasured.

“The hell are you talking about, Bowers?”

Patrick lecherous leer fell into a frustrated frown at Henry’s words, eyebrows furrowing and narrowed, deadly, eyes landing on Henry’s amused face — daring him to repeat his last statement. When Henry met him with silence, the boyish smirk taunting him to reconsider his words, Patrick turned on the heel of his combat boot and looked back at where Y/N appeared to be having the time of her life. Scoffing under his breath when Y/N swatted Ben’s chest with her melodious laugh filling the minimal space between them, Patrick scowled at the sight of her attentively hanging onto every word the smaller boy was saying, an action that Patrick had only permitted her to use on him.

“I guess it’s time we introduce ourselves to that new kid like you said, huh?”

Patrick sauntered back over to the desolate school, the scowl on his face contouring back into his usual smile that screamed danger. His hands fell to his sides, balling themselves up into fists and the sweet idea of connecting them with Ben Hanscom’s face filling him with each step he took in their direction. The rest of them followed in suit, more so excited to have a fresh body to lay their hands on than to help Patrick, not having met their daily quota of kids to bully. The Losers’ gazes turned wary when they first caught sight of the lanky, looming, figure heading towards the school.

“Shit, Hockstetter’s headed their way.” Richie cursed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looking over at the other two for ideas on what to do; knowing the three of them wouldn’t be enough to stop the deadly blows the gang had planned for Ben. “I forgot she was seeing that freak!” He exclaimed, desperately wishing that Beverly and Bill would hurry up whatever they were doing inside the school still.

“Fuck, you think he’ll be okay?” Stan asked, his question hanging in the air when the other boys refused to acknowledge the bitter truth, never leaving his eyes from the lethal storm approaching Ben’s romantic scene.

“No.” Eddie boldly replied, speaking the truth that the other two boys were afraid to voice, knowing that they needed the missing pair to be an effective distraction for Ben.

“Well, what do we have here, guys?” The laughing pair glanced up at the source of the new shadow looming over them, blocking the friendly sunlight they previously had. “New kid trying to get in my girl’s pants? Without my permission?”

Ben felt the blood in his veins turn cold at the sight of the group of boys that had it out for him since day one, his many attempts to steer clear of their path thrown out the window as he was forced to meet their most dangerous one in the eyes. Sadly taking sight of Ben’s frightened body, his once gleeful eyes drenched in fear because of her boyfriend’s mere presence, Y/N hurriedly stood up from her seat and stood in between them to serve as a makeshift barrier.

“Patrick, cut it out.” She weakly tried, crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant manner and forcing herself to stare up at him.

“Cut what out?” Patrick asked, glancing around the faces of his friends to see that they were enjoying this as much as him before jutting a thumb in Ben’s direction. “Putting this tub of lard in his place? Someone’s gotta show him Derry’s ropes, baby”

“That’s not funny.” Rolling her eyes at the usage of a pet name, knowing it was all for show, she grimaced at the sound of the gang snickering from Patrick’s crude comment.

“Did I tell you to tell me if it was funny, Y/N? Like I didn’t tell you that you could be a little slut with other boys.”

“He was just being friendly.” If it had been another scenario, Y/N’s words would have wounded Ben’s fragile ego but in this situation, he would rather want Hockstetter to believe that he was just being a friend.

Y/N coming to another person’s defense irked Patrick even more, the cruel intentions in him growing on the ruthless scale as he looked from his girlfriend to the enemy in his mind.

“That true, faggot?” Patrick’s attention falling on him caused Ben to hastily stand up from his once comfy seat, his pupils darting from threatening face to threatening face before landing back on the worst one. “Were you just being a friendly little shit to my girl or were you thinking of what she would look like under this ittt bitty skirt? Want me to give me you a peek?”

A long arm hooked around her neck, her hands desperately moving to pry it off due to it’s tight hold against her throat threatening her breathing, he pulled her back into the front of his body. Ben helplessly watched from where Vic and Belch were now holding him down as Patrick wrapped his other arm around her squirming waist, fingers curling around the bottom of her skirt and inching it up to reveal more skin than Y/N had intended. The gross whistles coming from the boys at the sight was the pushing point for Y/N to heavily push her elbow against his skinny torso, sending him stumbling back and freeing her from his hold as her hands flattened her skirt back against her thighs.

“Fucking asshole.” Y/N viciously spat at her stupid boyfriend, charging at his grinning figure with an intensity he adored but stopped by Henry Bowers roughly pulling her back in place by her shirt, stopping her mid punch and earning a sneer from her as she tried to swat his hands off of her.

“Look at what you did, now she’s all pissy with me and won’t do me later.” Patrick dramatically exclaimed, letting out an exaggerated huff and crouching down to where they had Ben held down by the soles of their shoes. “Thanks for screwing up my plans.” He lightly slapped his hand against Ben’s cheek in a taunting manner before shooting a look at Henry, the raise of the eyebrows and tongue running over his bottom lip giving Henry the go to take out his knife and let go of his girlfriend.

Pushing the girl off of him, Henry darted over to where the new kid was being held down by the other half, knife glimmering from the once innocent sunlight in his hand. Hopelessly watching as Patrick sauntered back over to her, his large hand cupping her saddened face, enjoying the sight of her pretty eyes glazing over from the threat of tears spilling from frustration.

“I only do it because I don’t want them to think they have a chance with you, I need to teach them a lesson. Don’t think you’re being let off easy, though.”

Patrick’s threat of her own ‘punishment’ were hidden underneath the sweet tone he forced himself to have; though, not fooling her one bit since she knew him all too well. “Head home, I’ll meet you there in thirty.” Softly pushing her away from him in the direction of her path home, Patrick shot her one last boyish smirk before he headed back to where his group of buddies were.