#i can't remember off the top of my head if he's got his wallet under there too but quite possibly

[atomic-bobo]

Someone should do a ‘what’s in my bag’ meme for neil but it’s ‘what’s under neil’s pillow'

[aventurinemybeloved]

Summary: Aventurine wouldn't mind being your personal mannequin forever if it meant having you this close to him

Fem!reader who's a popular fashion designer all throughout the universe, currently just "friends" with aventurine here, more like sugar daddy tho- very self indulgent because I have my oc in mind while writing this lol

"Not that I'm questioning your process when it comes to your craft, but aren't you tired?"

"Hm nope, not at all are you?"

"I've handled far worse than just standing for a few hours, don't mind me friend, continue"

While that wasn't exactly a lie, it has been a couple of hours since Aventurine was made to be a makeshift mannequin for you, this was supposed to be a day to relax and take both your mind off work.

But it seems that inspiration has struck the minute you laid eyes on a particular fabric store that just got a new stock on a handful of interesting designs, without a second thought you rushed in, your companion had looked away for one second and the next he sees that you've already made yourself comfortable shuffling through the many options to choose from.

As he made his way back to your side, the faint sound of you mumbling under your breath could be heard clearer and clearer, while he didn't quite catch all of it, he was able to piece some things, one of which you wishing you had your mannequin back at the boutique right about now.

"Hey, why not use me for a bit?"

While Aventurine obviously isn't a mannequin, he can sure act like one if you need it, and that you did so you agreed without putting much thought into it, making a mental note to make him a little something as thanks.

And now here you two were, in the middle of the store as you try to pin fabric with your hands on Aventurine's body, he expected this to happen after all he's not the type to willingly volunteer for something without it benefiting him in some way, but he was not prepared for how close you'd be.

Practically an inch away from him, chest against his as you maneuver the fabric in your hands all over him trying to come up with a design in mind, his nose catching a whiff of your shampoo as the top of your head was practically in his face, he's mastered the art of keeping a poker face but a couple hours of this, no one can blame the man for cracking as time goes on.

Luckily for him it seems you've finally finished whatever it was you were doing, he can't even remember even though you were talking about it earlier, his mind growing muddled with serotonin.

He managed to snap out of it as you call over a worker to place an order for your chosen items, and of course pay for it, Aventurine beat you to it though handing his card while softly smiling.

"It's on me"

"What? Aventurine I can pay for it myself, there's really no need to-"

"I insist, it's a treat for how much I enjoyed being your little helper"

Just as you were about to contradict him, insisting even more that you should be the one paying since he already helped you, the worker has already swiped his card handing it back to him and walked off to prepare your order.

You could only facepalm, this wasn't the first time that he has thwarted your attempts at paying for your own things, he's done it so many times you've lost count, and while it's a fact that all of it combined wouldn't make a dent in his wallet, you still couldn't hell but feel guilty.

Not for long though as you could feel a hand gently patting your head, peaking up at him you could see a soft smile on his face.

"You know the deal~" he said in a singsong way

You playfully rolled your eyes

"Yeah yeah, Just let me know when you're free and we'll hang out again"

It was weird to you at first how that was the only thing he wanted after spending so much on you, but overtime you've sorta started to understand it, and want it as much as he does as well.

[selineram3421]

🚧Under construction🚧

Paparazzi🕸

Prologue

Romantic: Angel Dust X Reader

From: Paparazzi Headcanons

Warning! ⚠

⚠ implied/suggestive, paparazzi being creeps, reporters, social media stalking/harassment, Valentino being a bitch, outraged fans, blood, descriptive injuries, murder spree ⚠

~

"Hey!", you greet your boyfriend, sprinting over with a grin. "How was your day?"

"Same old shit. I stole some guy's wallet though!", he says and lifts it up, pulling you close with one of his lower arms and walking.

"Anything good in there?", you ask and walk with him.

"Kinda? I mean, there was a condom and two hundred bucks.", the spider demon shrugs and puts the wallet away.

Angel Dust.

One of Hell's most famous porn stars and your boyfriend.

You've been with him for a good while now. Meeting his friend Cherri Bomb and also participating in whatever the two got into sometimes. Dating was a blast, but you had to keep it on the down-low. With him being a star came paparazzi, and he didn't want you mixed up in that mess.

"What do you wanna do tonight? Wanna watch Hellflix and chill?", Angel asks you.

"That sounds good, let's do it.", you agree and take out your hellphone. "Want take-out? I'll order something."

"Hell yeah! Can we get burritos?", he says and leans over to look at your phone.

"Sure Fluff-ti.", you say and scroll to look for your favorite burrito place.

What you two didn't notice was the demon following you since Angel got out of the club.

.

Currently you both were "watching" a movie. Hours had passed since dinner and now it was just some time for the two of you, Fat Nuggets was asleep.

"Damn it Angel, you're too pretty for Hell.", you say in between kisses.

"Shouldn't I be doin' the sweet talkin'?", Angel asks, holding you closer.

Then there's an odd sound, making you pause.

"What was that?", you ask and look around.

"Probably the movie.", he says, pulling you for more.

There's another noise, like metal and you sit up, finding a light coming from the front door.

"What the hell? Why is the mail slot open?", you say and squint to figure out why.

A second later you jump up and cover yourself with a robe before rushing over to the door. Pulling it open, you Sparta kick a demon in a face and their back hits the wall across.

"Fuck off you creep!", you yell.

"Ack! You piece of shit! You broke my nose!", the demon cries out, holding their bleeding nose.

"I'll break more than that if you don't leave.", you threaten.

"No you would-", they start.

"One.", you start counting down. "Two.."

The demon scrambles getting up and runs down the alleyway.

"You ok hun?", Angel says from behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck and waist.

"I'm fine, but someone was looking through the mail slot.", you say and both of you head back inside, closing the door.

"I can't keep count how many times that's happened.", he says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.

You make sure its locked and hug the spider demon, burying your face in his fluffy chest.

"Sounds like a nightmare.", your voice is muffled.

"Let's go back to bed.", he says with a certain tone.

Movie had finished a while ago.

🕸

You know that invisible pressure you get when being watched? That feeling like someone is just around the corner or in the shadows?

Yeah, that's been going on for two weeks now.

Angel thought you meant the usual stares he got from others but then there were demons sitting in cars for hours across the apartment.

Feeling a hint of paranoia, you wrote down all the license plates of the cars that stayed a little too long or any that seemed to follow you when outside.

Eventually you start having a panic attack, working on autopilot when packing an emergency bag.

Angel finds you pacing.

"Hey, whoa! Calm down babe.", he stops you with a hug and rubs your back. "You're ok, you're ok.", he whispers.

"Three cars followed me today. They were recording.", you tell him, hands clutched onto his top. "I don't wanna go through that again. Not again-", you mutter, remembering being in a similar situation when you were alive.

"Shh, shh..", he holds you tighter. "Its ok."

He makes a call to Cherri to help out get rid of them.

But its too late as all hell breaks loose when an article with pictures of you and Angel comes out.

~

Listening to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

Taglist@

@ducky-died-inside @c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb

ML for Angel Dust🕸

[nolanhollogay]

The way you said “I love you.“ + With a hoarse voice, under the blankets + jjedgar!

college au AND a sick fic we're getting real self indulgent!

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Not to be dramatic or anything, but Edgar was pretty sure he was dying. And he'd almost died on many occasions so he'd like to think he was familiar with the feeling.

He'd woken up that morning with his entire body aching as if he'd been beaten up. His throat was sore and dry and his head was pounding. He didn't even bother to get up, just pulled the blanket over his head and asked The Lord to watch over him.

"Eds? Are you home?" JJ called from the living room.

He couldn't even work up the energy to respond.

JJ walked into their bedroom, footsteps incredibly loud in the silence. A moment later, he yanked the blanket off of Edgar's head, making him groan.

"Nice to see you too, darlin'," he teased, watching Edgar pathetically try to block the sun from his eyes.

Voice practically non-existent, he grumbled, "What're ya doin' home so early?"

JJ's eyebrows furrowed. "It's two in the afternoon." There was no way. Edgar had only been lying there for ten minutes, tops. "I get off at 1:30 on Saturdays, remember?" He reached out, pressing a grease covered hand to Edgar's forehead. "Oh shit, you're burning up."

"I think I'm dyin'."

"You can't let a cold take you out after you survived being stabbed and almost being beaten to death," JJ said, seriously. "Do we still have soup?"

Edgar shrugged. "Maybe. I think you ate the last can on Thursday but I ain't a hundred percent sure."

"I'm gonna check. Don't move." Edgar had absolutely zero plans on doing anything other than lying there and praying that his death was quick and painless. He replied with a shaky thumbs up.

Five minutes later, JJ reappeared in his coat, holding his keys and his wallet. "I'm going to the store. You're not allowed to die until I get back."

"No promises. Love you."

JJ walked over and kissed his overheated cheek. "Love you too. I'll be back as quick as I can."

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Edgar fell asleep almost instantly after he left.

When he awoke, who knows how long later, it was to JJ shaking his shoulder through their blanket.

"Wake up! I made soup!" he exclaimed as Edgar groaned.

"Leave me to die, Jay. Save yourself," he grumbled, swatting his hands away.

JJ laughed, before he was climbing under the covers. "Think you're being a little dramatic, Bunny." Brushing Edgar's hair from his eyes, he said, "C'mon. You've been sleeping all day, you should get up. And I literally made you soup from scratch. You have to appreciate my effort."

Edgar's heart went all warm and fuzzy the way it did when JJ was particularly charming. "Ya made me soup from scratch?"

He nodded, eyes shimmering with pride. "Mhmm. Called your mama for help and everything."

"I love you," Edgar said, before coughing directly into his face.

To his credit, all JJ did was laugh. Then he got to his feet, and scooped Edgar's sore body up, carrying him to their kitchen.

[crucifixes-and-chrysanthemums]

Dream journal, prior dreams to 10/11/23.

7/29/23

Dreamt I was at this big party at Nan and pap's but not their real house. Anyway a bunch of people I didn't know were there including some people for OpChan. The pary is fun and eventually most people go home so I'm still there cleaning up. I find Hendrix has bitten one of his claws off so I take him inside and get some paper towel cleaning off the blood and tell him to relax. Eventually as I'm walking around outside one guy I overhear is waiting for his wife to bring something. He's really upset so I give him a $2 bill from my wallet. He gives me a hug and says thanks, then I head a burning noise and he's beating up heroine on my shoulder to snort. For a second I'm shocked just that it's happening and he tells me it's cool and relax he just needs a bump. I pull back and get just enough space to wind up and punch him right in the face as hard as I can manage. Then Biff, who physically resembles a professional wrestler, flattens him. Fin.

8/3/23

Dreamt I was back in school. For some reason my sister was in the same class. It was laid out weird with students facing each other. Anyway the teacher was just walking around the room because class hadn't started yet. Someone said something about my sister's jacket, then another person pulled one of those one piece motorcycle suits out of the closet and I was thinking how much I'd like one. We all had big travel mugs (all without lids for some reason) full of pop - mine was Coca Cola.

8/5/23

I'm going through this big massive and I mean huge hospital that's also a theme park. I was there as a patient or something when I tan into Logan. He was also being discharged so we hung out. We eventually start walking around and we've gotta get past this big roller coaster. We think of just walking along the tracks but there's a section where they bend and we realize we couldn't get past that pet so we get down and go under. I realize that a bunch of people are losing their phones off the coaster and joke that you could make a decent living scrounging cell phones from here and re selling them. As I crawl around I find an Alton helmet and a Makarov too. Soon after logan walks away and I'm standing down the room as a black guy (looked like zeb c from work but wasn't him in the dream) comes around the corner. He asks me soemtning and pulls a gun and I return fire. We miss all our shots so I close knowing I've only got the one mag. I fire five shots point blank, all of which bounce off him (I knew this was a thing that could happen for some reason, like I was in a video game). I start running when he pulls an electric corded drill that's plugged into nothing but still works. I put on my Alton helmet and start running when I see an unloaded SKS. I grab it as I run and turn around and stick him with the bayonet but he's still coming. I get under a section of rollercoaster and use it like a wall as he keeps coming after me and I stab at him from under it. He produces an axe or machete and I dodge his swings as I keep stabbing. I'm yelling for Logan but he's long gone just walked away. Prior to this I was making some chicken sandwiches at home but home was sort of circular - like the rooms were all in a line around something. Like the outside of a spinning top toy. The fighting part was very tarkov like I guess?

8/20/23

awoke from a nightmare in the first time in I can't remember when. I was working at some fast food joint. I was helping in the dishwashing for some reason or something like that when some people arrived. One of them, a woman, kept making weird comments like she was gonna do something bad to me. Eventually she does that thing cops do where they put like one arm behind your back and keeps firmly telling me to "mix with the floor" while she's trying to push me down to make me part of the floor. Woke up with an actual "aah!" Prior in this dream I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while (he moved).

8/22/23

Last night I dreamt that I was talking with some people (I can't remember where - I think it was a classroom) and I said that most people shouldn't climb Mount Everest, and that because it's such an exceptional mountain, only the most exceptional of climbers can climb it, and that's why the only people who've climbed Mount Everest that anyone should bother talking about are people who did it without oxygen tanks.

8/28/23

I was in some sort of steppe town or something. It's sort of segued from another dream which is important to know. I was me but my family wasn't my irl family, and the family I was visiting were some sort of semi distant relation (I'll say cousij for the sake of brevity). Anyway, I'm told that my little cousin is being bullied really badly by these other kids, and the family are sort of known assholes. The village is really hill-y, almost like something out of mount and blade. So I'm walking up the steps to assholes' house and the family patriarch is this guy I know named Art. I tell him very nicely because art is a nice guy that his grandkids need to be nicer and he throws his hands up and says "oh great just kill me now, they're so damn dramatic just talk to them yourself" so I say okay. My cousins' bullies are all like ten years old but they're little fucking shithead half breeds. Im with my baby cousin telling her to fight this one kid giving her trouble. She won't because there's like four of them. So I'm somehow now upstairs in these people's house and I'm talking to them. I'm there by myself, my cousin is back out in the car. I pulled out my carry gun and dropped the mag, cleared the chamber and held one in my hand and said "This is a 115 grain hornady critical defense hollow point. That means when I shoot you for fucking with my cousin more, this little thing makes a fist sized hole in your mongrel nigger body (these people all looked vaguely Asian so I don't know why I called them niggers). I would really prefer if we could solve this all peacefully. We don't have to love each other but I don't want to have to kill you." So the little shit kids sorta grumble and leave and one of them who's sorta their leader I guess gets all shucking and jiving and pulls out a weird ass pistol magazine but no gun and then leaves. I immediately interpret this as a threat. I go downstairs, recalling I have an AUG in the car which is a lot hotter than a handgun. As I get Downstairs I run into my irl friend Dalton who's just like, coming into town or something (I think the bully family lived in the Inn or something idk). Thankfully Dalton is based and I tell him I may be in deep shit, "might have to kill a motherfucker today," and need him to watch and cover me while I get to my car. Just have him watch and be looking for trouble, not actually drawn and firing the whole time. He goes fuck yeah dude anything you need and I say thanks. So I take a deep breath and walk outside down the little hill and get into the back of the car (me and a couple family members were traveling together I guess). My AUG is right there in the back seat so I somehow roll the back window down, tell them to drive now, and watch out the back window with the rifle as we drive away. I vaguely recall how I got the AUG. in the dream before this, I was in some sort of big war. It was weird because I knew it was video game like, but it felt like it was still important. Like we respawned and everything but it was still real war idk. I had a basically bone stock AUG after trading a comfy-to-me decked out M4 for it (which is odd because I wouldn't do that). Then the game ended and I sorta got in my car and left and that's how I ended up visiting my cousins or whatever in the steppe town.

8/29/23

Dreamt I was spending some time with Katharina. She says we have to "have a hard conversation." Oh no. She then goes on to explain how every paycheck, we'll each put $50 of it into our savings accounts. Several minutes later I ask her "I don't mean to sound like an asshole but I'm not sure I understand how that counts as a difficult conversation; could you clarify for me?" And then I woke up.

9/4/23

Dreamt I was watching a pro wrestling pay per view with two friends both of whom are women. One who I could see a future with, Katharina, that would be very good and the other who's just hot, Adina. Katharina tells me she's gonna head out, aww but okay. Adina tells me we can get the PPV at her place and go back and watch it. Oh yippee. Start heading back to hers but to get there we have to go through this massively convoluted public transport thing. I'm talking like one of those weird ass paintings with upside down staircases. Also includes you know that brand lime? In my dream they own large spaces people need to get through so they create floors with sections that move in opposite directions and you pay to make them stop, but only for you somehow. I just ran over it and kept myself from falling. Some old lady told me I should've paid and I called her a cunt sucker (as in a cunt and a sucker). Got separated from Adina somehow but I figured we would just meet back up. All of a sudden Kat taps me on the shoulder and says hi, weird seein each other here still. Says she got turned around at one of the stations and finally got back on the right staircase or whatever it was. I'm telling you this public transport system was fucking nutty. I say let's walk together, we're going in the same direction for a while. She smiles and says sure, sounds nice. So we do and she says something about how it's so nice to see me again and I say likewise. We kiss out of nowhere as we walk and keep doing so. We make it to the next stairway (still going same direction) and walk by it and sit down at this little bench next to it and I sit down and she sorta stands in front of me but leans against me. We both start to cry and say we love each other. Kiss again. Then I woke up.

9/18/23

I was walking around some sort of big grocery store with James and Alex and someone else. The other person mr and James had shopping carts Alex was doing his own thing. I kept telling the other person to slow down. I finally gave her my cart since it had nothing in it and took hers which had stuff in it and moved my few things from her cart tto mine since I had a few things in her cart. I told her to slow down and I don't shop so fast. Then I can't remember what happened to the cart but I was running around this giant open air freezer action ice skating on my feet and saw Alex and said hey.

My sister had built a set out of foam cups and craft supplies. It was just her and the cats and me. We were playing dungeons and dragons but I didn't know. For some reason I smashed it once. She was very upset. The next day I was fighting with the cats about my behavior and I told them I would not be lectured to by a fucking cat. I sat down with my sister and smashed something again. This was because nobody had told me we were playing a game and I can't understate how much that fucked with me. She was even more upset this time and I couldn't find her to apologize. We were in some sort of temple and somehow playing that DND game was going to get us a scroll. One of the guys I was playin with said I didn't deserve to get the benefits of tnt a roll because of my behavior and I agreed. They were runes they taught us about elemental bending in them and I was sort of like the avatar I think. I didn't get the benefits of it and instead the camera zoomed out and I saw him give someone the tubes for death instead of earth.

9/30/23

I was walking through this sparse woods (low density of trees but still not a clearing or anything) to find my friends with an AK. I was just looking for them because we got separated but I wasn't anxious or anything. So I'm walking with the rifle slung with one hand on it just to keep it from banging into me as I walk and I get to a small ridge overlooking a valley. (The more I think about it, the more I think I actually know this place - it's a few mile hike behind my house.) So I get to the ridgeline and look down and my friends are just chilling in the valley sitting down maybe 70 yards away. Before I can call out this bear walking on two legs runs into the camp and starts trying to kill them. I lay prone and dump the rifle at the bear and kill it. Drop the mag and reload, scan for a second, and it's clear. Scoot down the ridge to my friends and despite the bear at one point having someone in its jaws swinging them around everyone is unharmed and super chill. Not denying it happened but like "yeah it's over so everything is cool now. "Oh and I found it weird how everyone was so chill, but I sorta figured "well yeah I suppose it is over with so no reason still being anxious about it"

10/3/23

First I'm out hiking with a friend. I'm standing a few steps up on the stairs to this fire tower almost with a ranger and my buddy Griff is walking a bit away. Suddenly this rabbis opossum looking thing comes up and starts trying to attack us. I look at the ranger and he's all sad but says I've gotta shoot it. I do and feel bad so I decide to bury it. Ranger says he doesn't have a shovel but there's a trowel somewhere so I walk his little campsite complete with garden and try to find it. Eventually I do right as Griff gets back.

Next thing I'm on some sort of military base with friends as a civilian. At one point there's this really nasty ruck sack, but like a framed one, that has a port in it that everyone is laughing at and smelling because it smells horrid. We're all hanging out in this almost loading dock type area having a good time with a woman loads up and smacks me across the face hard. I ask her what the fuck and she says we've all got to LEAVE! There's suddenly an alarm blaring and nobody has any idea what's going on. I turn back after a few steps to make sure I've got my CC but I don't find my keys. We're all separated in the exiting but brought back together outside the building. Nobody is told what's going on but a bunch of people exiting the building are wearing OD T shirts and multicam pants, some of whom it looks right on and others it doesn't, and issued weapons. Nobody I know is part of that group including some people I know either in the dream or in real life are good at that shit. So we're all sort of milling about trying to figure out what's going on when my friend Griff gets mad at being so bored and takes a stick and throws it. He's sort of a floor above me but it's this weird construction site type deal where there's a bunch of it as like, scaffolding. But the good metal scaffolding. So I look up and he's part of a chain of people. He asks if I know jiu jitsu, and I say only what I've seen on UFC so no I don't want to be a part of. Whatever is going on because I'll just hold people back being unable to hold my own. He goes nah don't worry it's not like that, we're just having some fun so I say fuck it sure why not. Next thing I know a bunch of us are standing on a big circle drawn on the ground. Were told that we each have to push one person out of the ring using whatever fighting style we want. Everyone is on their own and everyone starts at once and the round ends once half the players have been pushed out. First bell rings and I don't have a target at the beginning but nobody's going after me. I pick out one kid, middling thin Asian guy, and bull rush him, grab him by the waist in a bear hug, and basically just keep bull rushing him out of the ring. Easy peasy. Bell rings and that's the end of round one. Those of us who won return to the circle line for round two. The whole time there's this sense of... Dread. Like we're playing games in a death camp to pass the time, but not so certain. More of "what the fuck is going on we might as well find a game to play because nobody is going to tell us anything." I remember in the dream having this feeling of a bomb, and the date having something to do with 9/11 but not being 9/11 - maybe it was just "is this going to be another date like 9/11 that people just know". Anyway, right before the bell rang for round two, I woke up.

[bayisdying]

Chapter One

A/N: This turned out wayyy longer than expected. Sorry for the wait, but here we go. This is the steady climb of the roller coaster. Hope it was worth the wait, and that you love these two as much as I do!

"Meet me at the Hard Deck. I'll have a cold beer waiting for you. I love you nerd. -Lucky"

Fanboy read the neat handwriting over and over again. It brought a smile to his face, and reminded him of how Lucky would leave him notes during their first time at Top Gun. He kept every single one safely tucked away in their closet down the hall, except one, the very first one where she had written "I love you" accompanied by a lipstick mark. That one he kept in the front pocket of his flight suit right near his heart, and in his wallet right behind his license for when he wasn't in uniform.

"Hey man, hurry up, I want that beer Lucky is talking about!" Payback pats his buddy's back.

"You know damn well that beer isn't for you." Fanboy laughs.

Payback feigns being hurt "you're telling me that Lucky isn't the love of my life too?"

Fanboy shakes his head. "You weren't quick enough, remember?"

"That stings man, that really stings."

The duo made their way to the bar, parked, and noticed a familiar face getting out of her own car.

"Hey Phoenix!"

The dark haired aviator turned around and waved at the two.

"Hey guys! Good to see you two here!"

They exchange hugs, and then Payback opens the door and ushers them inside.

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The door opened again and instantly she hears Payback's infectious laugh. Her back stays turned however as she flags down Penny who hands her that cold beer she had promised her man. The older woman places it in front of her with a knowing smile.

She watches as Natasha "Phoenix" Trace leads her two friends to the back by the pool tables where Hangman and Coyote had been showing off to anyone who cared enough to watch. She witnesses the introductions being done, then she notices as her boyfriend started looking around the room. His eyes lit up when he saw her sitting there. He excuses himself from the small group and makes his way to the empty seat beside her.

"It's been awhile Garcia, I was starting to forget your face." She pushes the beer towards him.

"Oh please honey, you can't forget a face like mine."

Oh how she wished she could kiss him, but they had decided a long time ago to keep their relationship under wraps. Focus on their careers and not let anyone higher up use it against them. Payback was the only one who truly knew. There had been rumors swirling for years, following them from base to base, but they never acknowledged them.

Fanboy helps her down from the barstool and leads her back to where a large group of the best aviators were gathering.

"Look who I found at the bar!" He announces.

Phoenix runs up and hugs her hard.

"Oh thank God you're here Lucky. I was starting to get worried I'd be dealing with these idiots alone."

After Phoenix releases the girl, Payback picks her up and spins her around.

"I've missed you girlie."

"I've missed you more Rue!" She exclaims as he sets her feet back on solid ground.

She exchanges pleasantries with the rest of the group. She recognized most of them, had flown with a majority of them as well, she knew this mission had to be dangerous if this is who they called back. She felt her stomach start to tie itself into knots at the thought of someone not making it back. What if it was her? What if it was him? What if it was Payback?

Fanboy noticed her face change, knew she was thinking too loud for her own good. He offered her his cue, and she took it.

"Come on Lucky, show them where you got your name from girlie." Payback encourages as she bends over to line up the shot.

"Oh please as if she..." Hangman started.

He didn't get to finish his statement, as Lucky took the shot and sunk the eight ball as if it was nothing. The group cheered as Hangman looked perturbed.

"How in the hell did you do that?"

"Her call sign is literally Lucky, what did you expect? She's got like a super guardian angel or something." Phoenix said, laughing at how red Hangman was getting.

Fanboy knew what was happening before it happened, he watched as the color drained from Lucky's face, as she looked around for the nearest exit, and damn near sprinted to the back door. He knew Phoenix had meant it as a compliment, not many people knew the backstory of the callsign Lucky. He followed hot on her tail as she walked out to the back deck and held her as the sobs racked through her body.

"Hey its okay. I'm right here, I'm always right here."

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"Stage four lung cancer" the words bounced around in her head, never ending. That was her stepfather's diagnosis. The doctors were giving him six months at most.

It was right before Thanksgiving, but their home wasn't as warm as it usually was. There were no decorations, no talk of a big meal despite the turkey chilling in the freezer, the house was silent. It had never been so silent before. The house was usually alive with the sounds of classic rock or country playing from the radio in the kitchen, where her mom would be singing along as she baked cookies. The sounds of family game nights that ended in chaos, of movie night popcorn fights, and mostly the sound of laughter.

Everytime Baylie tried to speak, her words got caught in her throat. She didn't want to say the words out loud. The only father figure who gave a damn about her was dying. Soon.

William had come into her life when she was only four, her biological father ran before she could remember him. He never once saw the little girl as an obstacle or a burden. He started dating her mom knowing damn well what he was signing up for.

He formally adopted her when she was seven, gave her his last name. He was who taught her to ride a bike, how to roller skate, and how to throw a mean right hook if it was needed.

He was who introduced her to flying. Her mother had been away for work, and it was just the two of them for a week. He had driven the ten year old about six hours to watch the Blue Angels perform. He saw how happy it made her as the planes soared above their heads.

"You know, I bet you could fly a plane like that one day lucky girl."

Lucky girl, her nickname, only he had ever called her that. He said it started when she beat him at checkers too many times as a child, but really it was because when he looked at her he always realized how lucky he was to have this little girl who looked at him like he hung the stars.

The same stars she would sit and talk to as though they could hear her, just seven short years later, after he was dead.

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"Come back to me cariño."

Lucky opened her eyes and found herself on the back deck staring out at the ocean, with the weight of an arm around her. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs.

"Don't apologize." Fanboy started. "It's not your fault honey. It's okay."

She removes herself from his grasp, "you probably shouldn't have followed me out here. It's chilly." her voice had that hint of a bite in it that he knew she didn't mean.

He sighs, and heads back inside to inform the group that she was fine, while she took a few moments to breathe and collect her thoughts.

She stares up into the sky and whispers "I hope you're proud of me Dad."

She takes a step towards the door when she sees something shiny on the ground near her foot. She reaches down to pick it up. A penny, all shiny and heads up. A smile appears on her lips, as she looks back towards the sky again.

"I love you too Dad."

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Later that night, after explaining away her panic attack and a few more drinks, the group decided it was time to call it a night if they wanted to be presentable at training the next morning.

Payback offered to give her a ride home, but she waved him off. It wasn't a long walk and the weather was nice enough. Fanboy however did climb in to the passenger seat as to not raise suspicion. He had noticed the looks their fellow pilots had been throwing the pair once Lucky returned from outside.

He was already home and had her pajamas laid out by the time he heard the door open. Finally alone, they melt into each other.

"I missed you."

"I missed you more."

"I missed you most."

He helped her out of her clothes, and into the pajamas he had picked out. She dug into the back pocket of her discarded jeans, and took out a small coin.

"William left us a present back on the deck." She said softly as she laid the penny in his palm.

He smiled brightly at her as she pulled the tall bank out of the closet. It was damn near filled to the brim with pennies they had found on their adventures together. He dropped in the newest one.

"Let's go to bed cariño."

"How dare you try to sleep with me before marriage Garcia."

He rolls his eyes as they cuddle up under the covers. Her head resting on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her. He breathed in the scent of her, feeling so at home. He loved his girl, and he sure was lucky she loved him right back.

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[osamiiya]

Taking them bra shopping

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Ojiro Aran, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintaro

Warnings: Suggestive, gender neutral pronouns but reader has boobies, like one or two swears.

a/n Why did I write this? idk honestly. Watch my mental state degrade throughout this

Kita Shinsuke

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Very polite

You think you see him blushing a bit at the more risque lingerie but he isn't

"I think that the other colour complemented your skin tone better."

Dosent try anything funny in the changing rooms, he simply peeks his head through the curtains, makes sure no one else sees. He waits in the hallway :(

Gives his honest thoughts about the style and color

Won't outright ask you to buy any lingerie but he's not going to object.

Pays for it all bless his soul </3

"I think the other one was better. This looks too tight."

You hum and move to put the other one on and Kita makes a sound of approval that accompanies his small smile.

His hands politely hover over the bra to fix it's positioning, waiting for your green light to put his hands on you.

"This one looks the best."

"It's $45 I think." Kita just nods and slips away from the curtain when you mutter something about being done.

He's holding the bras you decide to get in one hand, wallet in the other, and as the items get scanned, he dosent even bat an eye.

At your thanks he just raises an eyebrow.

"You need them don't you?"

Ojiro Aran

Respectful but also down bad

He walks with his eyes cast downward bc his mother raised him to respect women. He can't help that his eyes wander sometimes and then widen at the linge racks.

Aran holds your stuff and lets you wander off, following and giving his opinion when asked for it.

He says everything will look good on you so he's kind of no help

Again waits in the hallway, but if you have multiple to try on he'll just wait in the fitting room with you and comment nice things on how you look that day

"This one or the first one?"

You do a turn for him and he just smiles.

"They're both nice."

Rolling your eyes you run to the mirror, not missing the way Aran's eyes wander on your body.

"I don't want to get both though."

Your hands run over the material, pushing and pulling at it slightly to see which one was more flattering.

"Just get both, I'll pay."

Your smile grows in the mirror as you ask if he's sure, and he is.

So you get both, and wander to the check out, picking up things and asking Aran's thoughts.

Aran however, didn't think that bras would be that expensive, it's a small piece of fabric,the same as a bikini top, why was the price so high?

He swallows his pride and hands his card over with shaky hands, it's nothing he couldn't afford, he was just shocked that two bras easily went over $100.

Miya Atsumu

Don't take him please

Brings you lingerie that he thinks will look nice on you.

Has his own basket of stuff he thinks will look nice on you.

Finds the whole ordeal extremely hot and enjoys watching you send an embarrassed glare when he asks to get sized

Waits in the fitting room with you the entire time, putting on the bras after you and giggling to himself.

Wants to touch. Do not let him touch.

Likes all boobies big and small, very much a boob man and will be caught drooling at you trying on lingerie and push up bras

"You should get this."

There's less that'll be covered than the others, but Atsumu's dead set on how "Fuckin' hot" you'd look in it.

A quick look to the price tag has Atsumu's eyes going wide as saucers, and you can almost see the mental debate he has going on, whether he wants to get the lingerie along with your other under things or get the nice knee pads he's been wanting.

Miya Atsumu sulks when he puts it back, sending it a solemn look as he whispers that it would be a shame to spend that much money for a one night event, knowing how he'd ruin it and rip it off at first opportunity.

Like Aran, he watches you try on different styles and colours and decides they're all nice, really nice.

The price tag however? Not so nice.

He goes on a Twitter rant while you're talking to the store owner.

Miya Osamu

You would think he was a good person to go with

But remember, he's still a Miya

Snorts when the lady has you put on a bra over your clothes to see the cup size

But somehow he's still hyping you up?

Swears in ~awe~ and wolf whistles when you ask for his opinion

He loves going undergarment shopping with you

Likes it when you allow him to pick out lingerie, hands smoothing over your skin and the lace with awe

Genuinely thinks you look prettiest in the bright fitting room lighting, clad in a pair of pants and no top

"Wow."

Osamu can't help that his eyes wander everywhere, and you're right in front of him and God, you're so pretty.

"Look ok?"

Osamu's nodding before he realizes what he's doing.

"Let's buy the whole store, doll."

Unfortunately he dosent have the budget of a professional athlete but he's still got some money that he's more than willing to spend if it makes you feel pretty.

"The whole store?" You cant help but laugh at the firm nod Osamu gives you through the mirror, and Osamu's eyes sparkle.

His eyes however, don't sparkle when the poor teenage girl rings up the items, and Osamu sweats as he hands over his card, promising himself it was for a good cause.

And it was, especially when you show him again at home.

Suna Rintaro

Asks why you can't just use his hands as a bra

Smack his smug grin

Dosent mind going shopping with you or holding your bags

Just goes on his phone until you ask him something

Thinks you're pretty whenever, and dosent get the point of getting a pretty bra when nobody (but him) will see it anyways

Gives good advice on what styles look better than others

Makes sure they're comfortable and that you tell the lady if it isnt

He couldn't care less, will walk around the mall afterwards holding the bag

"Just tell her your size is my hand."

"Rin, please shut up- Hi yes I was looking to get a bra."

Suna wandered around the area, not letting you out of his peripheral vision, texting Atsumu and feeling the different laces and silks.

He's almost scared out of his skin when a worker approaches and asks if he needs anything.

When he wanders back, you're getting sized and Suna's scanning your face for any inckling of uncomfort, and when none if detected his eyes go back to his phone, the Schweiden Adlers going into their second set after taking the first.

"Babe can you come see if this fits properly?"

Suna blinks for a moment, whipping his head around a couple times before spotting your face peeking out from the fitting room curtain.

He sends a sheepish look to the ladies in line and slips behind the curtain with you.

"I think it's good- here." His fingers are cold against your skin as he loosens the straps a little.

"Looks nice, I like the colour." Suna's face is soft and he rests his chin on your shoulder as you admire yourself.

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Bonus; The colour bra they would pick for you

Kita: Something practical, white or a skin tone

Aran: I feel like he would like something a bit lacy? If you were comfortable with it. That or a basic colour like black.

Atsumu: Red!

Osamu: "Dosent care" but also soft colors

Suna: Like an emerald green? He gives me emerald green vibes

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a/n; hey guysssss <3 toxic txt under the cut

╰┈➤ soobin --- it finally happened and you couldn't be happier. you were waiting for this moment since you first got the job. especially since you worked your ass off in that place day and night, picking up the slack that your coworkers left for you. you were excited that all of that work didn't go to waste and that your boss finally saw the value you held at the company. when you finally came home you just wanted to do a happy dance across the kitchen floor. a $25,000 raise and a promotion was enough to make you dance like no one was watching. except, someone was watching and it was your beloved husband soobin, who was currently cooking and smirking a little at how giddy you looked. "someone's excited?", he spoke, stirring the food in the pot. you turned to hang your coat on the coat rack trying to hold back how much you wanted to just run around the house. "I have good news baby". he fetches the seasonings across from him. "what is it?". you exhaled, "remember when I'd come home complaining about work and how lazy my coworkers are and how they never do anything?". soobin nods and hums. "mhm?". your heart started to pound. "well.. I don't have to do that anymore because i finally got a raise and a promotion! And I'm making more money than them now. I even get to manage several locations I'm so excited!". you were expecting a lot of reactions out of soobin, but one thing you weren't expecting was for him to go completely cold after that sentence. he didn't smile or jump around with you. he just stood there and continued cooking as if you didn't say anything at all. "soobin?". he hums in response. "did you hear me? I just said I got a promotion and a raise". he nods his head. "yeah I heard you". you throw your hands down at your sides, getting pissed. "so? you're not going to be happy for me?". he leans his hands on the counter giving you a deathly stare. "you don't ever think before you take things? like honestly. how are you going to manage several locations that are much too far from the house? that position is too much". he said annoyingly. you couldn't believe he was being like this. "it's a position that's going to get me closer to the position I really want to be in. why are you turning this into something negative?". he continues stirring, "because it is. it's a dumb decision".

╰┈➤ yeonjun --- as soon as you guys started this type of relationship you agreed it would be a strictly friends with benefits type of deal. no romance or anything of that sort. just sex. good enough sex to satisfy you both throughout your stressors of life. you couldn't get enough of yeonjun and he couldn't get enough of you. he knew exactly how to handle you. but as yeonjun came and went from tour to tour around the world, you had kids. two of them. and it was getting difficult by the day caring for them by yourself and taking in all the finanical responsibility especially if their father was a pop star. yes, yeonjun was their father and you had yet to tell him. in order to cover things up you told him you were screwing around with one of your exes, which yeonjun didn't really care about since he was only with you just for the sex anyways. well, that's mainly what scared you. he didn't care about you or your life, just sex with you. it was the weekend just before yeonjun was scheduled to go on another tour again, and after another session with him he had fallen asleep beside you. money was getting tight and you were on the verge of almost losing your home due to caring for the kids. you decided that it was time he knew, so that he could at least help you. you shook him gently until his eyes fluttering open. "yeonjun? we need to talk". he rubs his eyes and yawns. "about?". you bit the sides of your tongue nervously. "i haven't been honest with you". you admitted, leaving yeonjun to immediately give you a heart wrenching stare that gave you goosebumps. that was another thing about yeonjun. he had a temper equivalent to a lion's roar. "what are you talking about?". you breathed. "those kids? that I told you were from my ex...they're not. they're yours. I had them while you were touring and I hid most of my pregnancy from you and I'm sorry. I'm struggling to raise them alone and I really need a father figure to help me with this". he immediately exhales and facepalms himself in distress. "why are you just now telling me this shit?". "I was scared of what you were going to say". "you don't just drop that on someone. especially while I'm in the midst of another tour-- i can't do this right now". he grabs his shirt and wrestles it over his head. "where are you going?". "I'm leaving. I have to deal with this when I'm ready to deal with it". he lifts himself off the bed and you panic when he walk towards the door. "yeonjun I'm telling you I need help I can't do this alone". he doesn't even look at you before he shuts the door behind himself. "I have to go".

╰┈➤ beomgyu --- "well I think this house is perfect for you both and I can't wait to see you two moving in it". you nodded at your realtor, doing the last walk around in the home you and beomgyu dreamt of having. you wished he could've been here, the moment you guys were finally going to pay the closing costs and settle things just before moving in. but unfortunately he told you that he had to work almost all day today and he wouldn't have the time. you thought this was kind of a special moment but you didn't want to make such a fuss about it. you instead did things on your own, pooling out your wallet to pay the money that would make you and beomgyu home owners. but once you unzipped your wallet you realized that every wad of cash that you held within it was gone. your stomach churned at the sight, not believing this was happening to you at this moment. you gave a nervous chuckle at your realtor, doing another search through your purse trying to figure out if it dropped in there perhaps. you could've sworn it was in your wallet beforehand. looking through your purse hadn't helped, you could only find a couple of old crumpled dollar bills. what was once the most happiest moment of your life quickly became the most embarrassing. and to make matters worse you recalled that beomgyu had been spending more than usual lately, thousands at a time in fact and claiming that it was for work. nothing made you more angry than being embarrassed like that in front of your realtor and possibly loosing the home, most of this anger is the anger that you unleashed on beomgyu as soon as he walked in the door that night. "so what the fuck gyu? what the fuck was that today?". he kicked his shoes off at the door tiredly. "what are you talking about?". he asks even though he knew already. he expected this to happen."you know that house that we already started buying? yeah the closing fee had to be paid today and you knew that. where did all that money go?! why the fuck are you spending so much money?! that was the house that we always wanted". "I didn't spend the money. I don't know what your problem is, blaming me when you're the one being irresponsible". "you're a liar! that closing money was in my wallet for weeks. now all of a sudden when I'm about to spend it it's gone. you have bad spending habits and lately they've gotten worse. where's the fucking money gyu?". he said nothing, just continued walking passed you and getting ready for bed like you weren't even there. he knew what he spent the money on. strippers and explicit services from different women. but that was the last thing he was going to tell you. you swallowed hard and continued speaking. your cheeks burned with fury. "and to top it all off you knew I wanted that house to be ours so we can build a family and start our life in it. why do you do fucked up shit and just not care?". he finally shifted his attention towards you, looking more mellow than anything else. "you need to calm down. alright? I didn't spend it. and if anything, we can find a house somewhere else. it isn't that serious and you need to stop blaming me for everything".

╰┈➤ taehyun --- it always got like this when taehyun was drunk. and taehyun drank pretty often. he wasn't a stranger to liquor and that's what made you most afraid when he got a hold of any. especially on a night like this. your job was having a banquet in celebration of your boss and you were required to attend. you bought a beautiful gown for yourself and of course a lot of expensive makeup and jewelry. you wanted to look your absolute best since almost every executive you could name would be there. but unfortunately taehyun was home, drinking and watching you get ready. he winced at the burning sensation of the liquor slithering down his throat. "where do you think you're going?". you could see him through your long mirror, looking like a drunken mess. his eyes were hazed and he didn't really look like himself. not the sweetheart taehyun that you once knew, the one that used his funny and romantic personality to reel you in the beginning. "I'm going to a banquet taehyun. it's for my boss and I can't be late". he swallows and takes another look at you. "you think you're going anywhere looking like that? what? are you planning on leaving me?". you should've. you should've left him a long time ago as soon as he started to show signs and you knew it. "It's a banquet taehyun. I have to look my best. I can't be looking crazy in front of everyone". he did that fake laugh that you hated. "stop being a liar. you think you're leaving me, and I'm not letting that happen". you shake your head. "don't start this. not tonight. I told you I have somewhere to be and I'm telling the truth. If I were leaving you I would've been gone already". he gives another throaty laugh before taking another swig of his drink. he was nothing like you thought he was when you first met him. "please. you would've been gone already? do you really think there's people out there that want you?". you snapped your head back at him in shock. "what?". "I said do you really think there's people out there that want you? you're lucky that you even have me. you haven't left me not because you don't want to, but because you can't". you clenched your jaw tightly in a fit of rage. "what?". he smirked. he liked whenever he hit a nerve with you. "you heard me. you made me like this. drinking all the time and shit. you drive me crazy. you see how much you've ruined me? you're a toxic piece of shit and no one else is going to put up with you".

╰┈➤ kai --- you both talked about this already. way before your relationship had even started heuning assured that he was completely fine with it. you had a son from your previous boyfriend and kai offered to care for him even though he wasn't exactly his. your son wasn't the problem but it was your ex that drove kai up a wall. he hated the way that your ex was still in love with you. he hated the way he looked at you. he hated the way he talked to you, sweet, and almost as if he was trying his absolute best to win your heart back. what you didn't know about kai was that his jealousy streak was far beyond anything you could ever imagine. so much that he wouldn't even be able to stomach the thought of you with someone else. or you having friends even, taking away the time you could've been spending with him. his jealousy went to unbearable lengths, most of which you haven't seen because he hid this trait from you. it was your son's third birthday, you were throwing a party from him in the backyard of your home. it was the cutest thing kai had ever saw and he wanted to just jump in the bouncy houses along with the kids. but instead, your boyfriend put his childlike traits away and steadily watched you and the father of your child talking across the yard. he couldn't tell what the conversation was about but he saw the man smiling. it didn't take much for kai to make assumptions and as of now he assumed he was flirting with you yet again. he approached the both of you, sliding his arm around your waist and kissing you on your cheek right in front of him. he could see the anger simmering in the man's eyes but kai didn't care. he does that smile that he does for everyone. the smile that made him look like an innocent child "baby I think jae had an accident in the bouncy house", kai informed you. you hurried to the child's aid just like he wanted, leaving him and the man alone. kai reaches into his back pocket and discreetly flicks up his blade, pushing it against the man's clothed stomach. the man's eyes grew large at the sudden threat. kai smirked at his fear. his smile faded and his eyes grew incredibly dark. "flirt with my fiancé again and I promise this blade will go straight through you".

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"I've only been in New York City for 15 hours, Xuejiao. And it's huge! I don't know these streets you're telling me!" You shout, ignoring the side-eyes from the passerby city slickers that give New York it’s bad stereotype.

"You're going down 96th Street right? I told you to keep going down. It's a long a.ss street. You'll find the campus eventually- look for the dome!"

The connection breaks as Xuejiao finishes the call, "I gotta go now, I’m trying to get in my astrology professor’s pants after class!" The line goes silent and you huff, opening up GPS to lead you down the forsaken 96th Street. Distracted with directions, some guy crashes into you with his bike.

"What the hell!? Watch where you're going!" You yell picking up your fallen bag- which scattered all of my weeaboo s.hit.

"Maybe if you didn't stand in the middle of the street, you wouldn't have wrecked my bike! You're lucky you didn't get killed by a real car!" You looked up at the ignorant voice and found a young, orange-haired Asian boy. Maybe Chinese, like me?

"I wrecked your bike!? You're really unbelievable.." You placed everything back into the bag and took out your wallet. "Look, I don't have time for this. I'm sorry for damaging your tricycle, or whatever- here." You threw a fully punched Xing Fu Tang loyalty card at the kid’s dumbfounded face and walked off.

It's 9:57 AM, your o-chem class starts at 10 and you still can't find the campus. Why did my parents even make me leave Hong Kong? Because of the government, the pollution? Both countries are f.ucked. I choke there and I choke here.

Finally, I'm here.

You ran to the STEM building and up the stairs to land in a spacious lab room. You hurried to an empty seat near the top row. 9:59 AM.. Thank goodness.

In the midst of the lesson, the door opened to reveal the same clumsy jerk you had encountered a few minutes ago. He rushed to an empty seat, you going unnoticed by him.

Your first 50 minutes of college went by pretty quick. Nothing more than a syllabus review and a small question/answer session.

"I know it is the first day, but you are all in big kid school now, so I am assigning a semester project you will work on for all of this first term with a partner." Each array of your peers groaned at this announcement.

"You will use your knowledge from high school chemistry or an equivalent to complete it." The professor continued, "I will choose your partners and you are both expected to be responsible with it all semester."

"Remember your partner's name so that when I'm done, you can come down to get each other's contact information."

"Man Wol and Ji An.. Ha Jin and Hae Soo.."

The professor continued to call out names as you were caught up in texting Xuejiao about the kid who crashed into you earlier this morning being in your class, only half listening until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N and Yangyang.." Did I miss a racist joke or something? What the hell is a Yang Yang?

You kept texting Xuejiao, deciding to deal with it after class.

"I know it's a lot to take in on the first day, but on the bright side, you don't have to do the project," Some idiots celebrated, "but know that I will judge you harshly on it and I will be teaching at an Ivy League while you get kicked out of an Ivy League, never achieving your dreams." He fakes a sad face and the same idiots fuss.

"Now come meet your partners and have a good rest of your first day!" Your first professor dismissed the first class.

You put your phone in your pocket and stumbled to the bottom of the classroom, calling out for "Yangyang," the name feeling awkward as it rolled off your tongue.

"That's me." You spun around and were met with the trike guy from earlier.

"IT'S YOU!" You exclaimed in unison with him, the space between you two silencing for a second, before you spoke again.

"Oh my God I can't believe I got such a d!ck as a partner." You rolled your eyes with crossed arms.

"Hey! It takes two to d!ck!" Yangyang argues back. You stared at the fellow Asian boy in disgust and dismay.

"What the f.uck!?"

Both of you suddenly broke down laughing, your huddled classmates peeking at you with judgemental stares.

Yangyang calmed down and talked more comfortably with you, "Thanks for the boba by the way. I drank it deliciously.. before I dropped it because I crashed again."

"That's what you get for being a pr!ck to me." You scoffed.

"Oh baby that wasn't being a pr!ck. That was simply getting you warmed up to want me." He tapped your chin to bop your head back while giving a creepy stare.

...

"You're a f.ucking crazy person."

"Like it or not, Mulan, you're stuck with me for an entire semester." He stuck his tongue out at you.

"Mulan?" You questioned.

"Yeah. You're a Chinese b!tch, right?" You glared at him, but had to nod ‘yes’ anyway.

"Cool. I'm Taiwanese.. I need to get to the other side of campus so give me your number so we can work out the details on the project. You wanna meet up at the library tonight?" You agreed and gave him your number.

"Great. See you tonight, Mulan." He winked and jumped out of the room.

Shaking your head at the ironic situation, you walked to the next class with a little over 10 minutes to spare, so you stopped for coffee at the Starbucks on campus.

The shop was pretty small and there weren't a lot of people inside. As you were about to enter, another Asian boy held the door open. "Thank you." You smiled, bowing your head in gratitude.

"Anything for a girl with such a charming smile. Can I buy you a coffee?" He asked.

"No, that's ok!" You replied, not wanting to inconvenience this guy- and besides, he might just be trying to get in my pants.

"Please I insist! Get anything you want!" You decided to take his offer because in the end, it’s free coffee. He was also pretty charming himself, and seemingly harmless.

"Could I get an iced Americano, please?" You ordered. "I'll have the same." The boy told the barista.

You both stood to the side of the bar, talking while the identical drinks were being made. "Thank you for paying, you really didn't have to." "No no it's really fine. I wanted to.. I'm Dejun Xiao by the way, I think I'm in your chemistry class. What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N." "Oh are you Chinese!?" You nodded. "I'm Chinese as well. Are you from China?" "I'm from Hong Kong." "That's so cool! I'm from Guangdong." "Oh nice, nice.." The drinks were handed to you and you walked out together, strolling into the center of the campus.

"What class do you have next?" Dejun asked, sipping at his coffee. You took out a crumpled paper to examine the schedule printed on it. "I have biochem next." "Oh we have the same class!" Dejun announced. "That's crazy! Are you premed?" You asked him. "No, I'm studying forensic science. I want to be a homicide detective.”

Wow this guy is impressive. "Wow, that's awesome.. I want to be a heart surgeon.”

“That’s so cool!” "Thank you." You laughed at his energy. The two of you walked in the direction of your next shared class, conversing and giggling with each other along the way.

You reached your next classroom and found empty seats next to one another. “You can call me Xiaojun, by the way. I think it’s cooler than Dejun.”

“If you have to say your name is cool, then it’s not cool.” Another Asian man walked up to your row.

"Hey man! You're in here, too?" Xiaojun asked. "Yeah! It was a lucky draw." Xiaojun then motioned over to you, "This is Y/N. She's my new.. friend?" He smiled at you, looking for confirmation. Returning his smile, "Yes I am. Nice to meet you." The other male shook your hand and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Kun."

"She's from China, like us!" Kun was surprised. "Really? Why did you come to America?" "My parents made me." You shrugged. "Wow mine did, too." Kun chuckled and sat down in the row of you and Xiaojun.

I left China, but China came to me. Maybe this year is destined to be good..

To be continued…

𝘲𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

[ragingpancake]

Menace 2 Society

Set during any time period when Rodney and the gang are on Earth. Possible The Return era. John's away and Rodney finds out a life of crime really isn't for him even though he's really good at it. ~1600 words. Crack.

Author's Note: a repost from my old livejournal, written for @popkin16 allllllll the way back in 2011.

The alcohol stopped burning several shots ago. Now, it slides down as easily as a glass of water (hold the lemon) so he downs the cheap whiskey and motions for another. He thinks the bartender is smirking as he slides the glass across the counter, so Rodney salutes him sloppily with two fingers. "To," he hiccups and burps. Half the liquid sloshes out of the tiny glass as he raises it in thanks. "T'you. For keepin' the good stuff comin'," he says. Or at least that's what he tries to say but it's possible he's speaking Ancient. He swallows and drops the glass back to the smooth bar top and leans over, pressing his face against the cool wood. It feels good and he wants to close his eyes and just sleep. It's not like anyone would miss him anyway.

He sighs and rubs his cheek against it and then he sighs some more. This has turned out to be a spectacularly shitty day. "Ca'I get one more?" Rodney asks. He wiggles a single finger in the bartender's direction, but he will not be swayed. "Sorry buddy. I think you've had enough." It sounds familiar and Rodney remembers even though he came here to forget. "Says who?" He asks, drawing himself up to full height. It's most likely ineffective because he can feel himself swaying on his bar stool. He'll be lucky if he doesn't topple right over into the floor like Humpty Dumpty and that's enough to set him off in a fit of manly giggles. He mumbles the nursery rhyme under his breath--at least, he means to--as he stumbles to his feet and wrestles his wallet out of his back pocket. His fingers, normally so deft and skilled, feel fat and totally useless as he opens the flap and wrestles a wad of money out. It isn't easy but eventually he's successful. He tosses a couple tens down on the counter. "S'been real, m'man!" He calls to the bartender and sweeps his jacket gracefully off the back of the stool. Well, he thinks he sweeps it gracefully off the back of the stool except he's not graceful even under the best of circumstances and drunk out of his mind doesn't really count. He almost falls, but he compensates and manages to keep himself upright. He's the fucking man. "Smooth, McKay," he congratulates himself and saunters--stumbles--towards the exit. Rodney has one hand on the doorknob when the sound of raised voices catches his attention. He whirls around, but when he stops, the room keeps going and it takes a minute until it stops spinning until for him to see the cause of the argument. A guy who reminds him vaguely of Ronon save for the awesome hair, growling a woman who's smaller than Keller. Normally, he would back out quickly before the giant spots him because this is more John's forte than his, but fortified by several shots of cheap whiskey, Rodney puffs up his chest and opens his mouth before his brain catches up. "Hey!" The woman shrinks back, seemingly trying to disappear under the table as the guy turns, narrowing his eyes at Rodney. "The fuck is your problem?" The guy slurs. Rodney hasn't thought this far ahead but he tries for a defiant slouch and glares. "You're m'problem! Maybe you should jus'... jus' shut up and yell at someone your own size." Had John, Ronon, Teyla or even Zelenka been around, they would have reminded Rodney to take his own advice because how many times had he yelled at poor old Miko over the years? The guy laughs and rounds the table, but Rodney doesn't falter. If anything, he stands--tries to--a little straighter and rounds his broad shoulders. There's a very teeny tiny part of his brain, the part that's going to be pissed at him for potentially damaging valuable brain cells when he's not so drunk, that screams at him to run, but he just holds his ground. "You wanna say that to my face?" The guy asks, so close that Rodney can smell what he had for dinner. It's almost enough to make him throw up. "I said you should jus' shut up." The guy reaches out and shoves  Rodney. The extra force is enough to knock him off his balance and he tumbles backwards into the coat rack. He's vaguely aware of the bartender yelling over to them, but he's annoyed now in a way that has nothing to do with idiot lab technicians. It's a struggle to get to his feet but he manages and this time when the guy swings, Rodney has enough foresight to duck. He'll thank Ronon later for teaching him to dodge the obvious blows and he'll thank Teyla for teaching him how to strike. His fist connects with the guy's nose and Rodney can feel the satisfying crunch under his fingers. "I did it!" He says, mildly surprised at actually landing a hit. The excitement doesn't last long though because he's only served to piss the guy off even more and this time when he swings, he doesn't miss. Rodney takes a couple of punches, but they're nothing compared to the beating he would have received before Atlantis, before Ronon

and Teyla, before John. They've taught him to use his bulk, his broad shoulders and big hands, to his advantage and while he doesn't escape completely unscathed, he's pleased to see that the other guy is no better off. Of course, he has exactly three point five seconds to celebrate before his arms are shoved behind his back roughly and held in place by the cool metal of handcuffs. A bar fight and an arrest all in one night? John would be so proud. And it's with that thought that Rodney doubles over and empties the contents of his stomach on the floor. --- There's nothing remotely exciting about being arrested, Rodney thinks mournfully as he shifts in the cracked plastic chair. He doesn't even get to go to real jail. Instead, he's being held in the processing room at the local police department, staring dumbly at the back of the officer's head. He's slouched down in a computer chair, playing Solitaire. Rodney wonders what it means about local law enforcement when they can't even win at that. He wisely keeps this thought to himself. "Don' I get a phone call?" He asks. His head is starting to ache and while he's sure he's already thrown up everything he's eaten in the last year and a half, he still feels like he's going to be sick. He really just wants Carter or hell, even Daniel Jackson to come get him so he can go home and sleep for a month. Or at least until John comes back. "Nope," the officer drawls and that's the end of that. Well okay then. He slumps miserably in his seat, handcuffs clinking the metal rail he's attached to. He really just wants to go home. Not home home but Atlantis home where everything was good and John wasn't being stupid and gallivanting off to another planet in the Milky Way with his brand new team. Without Rodney. Apparently, alcohol was counterproductive because while it was supposed to make him forget, it's all he can think about. He's pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a quiet click and when the door opens up, Rodney can hardly believe his eyes. "Hey buddy," John greets, smiling lazily like Rodney isn't handcuffed for a reason that doesn't involve kinky sex. "What are you doin' here?" "Bailing you out," John says easily. "And really? A bar fight? What were you thinking?" "I was amazing," Rodney says, smiling despite himself. He goes to stand and then remembers he can't exactly go anywhere, so he flops down into the chair and sighs loudly. "John?" "Yeah buddy?" "Can we go home now?" John just grins. --- By the time they make it to Rodney's apartment, Rodney's ready to seriously pass out. He's exhausted and his face is hurting from where that Neanderthal's fist connected with it, but mostly, he's just so happy John is back that he wants nothing more than to get upstairs, get naked and sleep for a month. This time with John. It's a chore to get out of the car and up the stairs, but when John finally shoves the apartment door open, Rodney stumbles in gratefully. "You left me," he accuses halfheartedly as he pulls his shirt over his head with clumsy hands, throwing it onto the back of the couch. "Big jerk. S'your fault, y'know." "It's my fault you got arrested?" "Yes," Rodney sighs. John doesn't argue; he grabs the shirt from the couch and then steers Rodney into the bedroom and Rodney is positive that he's stifling a laugh when he face plants onto the bed. "Turned me into a hardened crim'nal. S'all your fault," he mutters, muffled by the mattress. "A hardened criminal, huh?" "You make me crazy." "I feel the same way about you," John says fondly. The bed dips under John's weight and a second later, Rodney finds himself cuddled up against John's side. He presses his face against John's neck and breathes in his scent. "Don't go 'way anymore, 'kay?" "I'm not going anywhere," John promises. "Especially after this. Who knew a few hours apart would send you spiraling downward into a life of crime?" Rodney just nods solemnly and snuffles quietly against John's neck. "'M such a menace to society," Rodney mutters. John laughs his horrible donkey-laugh and

Rodney feels fond lips against the top of his head. "You're a menace alright. Get some sleep, McKay. I have a feeling you're gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning." Rodney's already fast asleep.

[writersarchivex]

New Job- One Shot

a/n: basically y/n just got a new job, and before her first day she goes out to celebrate with some friends. she meets harry at the bar. things happen. b o o m.

warnings: angst, adult language, drinking, mentions of sex.

!theres no smut in this guys . give me a break this is my first time posting on tumblr!

words: 1.6k

After months of looking and years of hard work at college, Y/N finally got the call. She had gotten her dream job at a law firm, which might not sound like much but it very much so is. All her life this had been just what her dad wanted for her, to grow up and become a powerful lawyer and strong young woman.

So that’s what she did. She worked her ass off, never attending parties and never straying far from the lines. Pretty much everything she did was to please the memory of her beloved father.

Tonight though, was a change of pace for Y/N. A group of her friends invited her to the local bar, after finding out about her new found job.

“Come on Y/N. One drink. Live a little before you jump into that great job of yours.” Mia said into the phone.

Y/N sighed and looked around at her apartment. She didn’t really have any plans for the night, and there wasn’t any harm in having one drink with her friends. I mean, how often do you get to celebrate things like this right?

“Fine, Mia. Just one drink. No funny business though, I really can’t go in tomorrow with a hang over.” Y/N smiled.

One drink very quickly became two, and two became four. Y/N was very drunk. The room was a bit blurry, but she was certainly sober to know she’d had enough.

Mia and the group were having a blast, and of course she was as well. This type of thing was never Y/N’s scene. She was more of the ‘stay inside with a blanket and a book’ kind of girl.

She kind of hated nights like this. The smell and taste of alcohol overpowering her senses, drunk sweaty people dancing around, and a black dress that was all too short and uncomfortable.

After looking at her friends a while more, she had decided she was done. It’s way past time to call it a night.

She gave a smile to know one in particular, and turned to get her wallet.

She did not expect though, to be met with very pretty eyes and the most gorgeous hair she has probably seen on a man, or any human being for that matter.

“Can I buy you a drink, love?” The man asked, eyeing her carefully up and down.

His voice was dripping with attractiveness, and a beautiful english accent.

“Uhm, I really should be going. Thank you though,” She did her best to be polite.

Although the man looked like a literal gift from God, she really needed to get home.

She missed her pajamas. And her cat.

“Come on, just one. If you really wanna go after that, I’ll call you an uber.” He smiled.

Okay, by now Y/N was very sure she was dreaming. No man that sexy can possibly be that kind. Nope.

She looked at him carefully, like he did to her just moments ago. He was quite tall compared to her, and he was wearing a very nice suit, that fit him perfectly. A businessman maybe?

The man continued to patiently wait, until she gave her answer.

“Okay fine one drink, can I at least have your name?” She smiled at the curly headed man.

He clapped his hands together softly, and let out a chuckle.

“I’m Harry.”

——————————————————————————

Y/N felt the warmth of the sun on her as she slowly sat up in her bed. The memories of last night still a mystery in her mind.

All she knew is that, somehow she was not late for work.

And there was someone in her bed.

A man was laying next to her, facing the opposite direction. From what she could see, he was hot. He certainly had a very nice back.

“I’m Harry.”

Memories from the night prior flooded her mind. She began to slightly panic. She’s never experienced anything like this before, and she didn’t quite know what to do with the man in the bed next to her.

He was fast asleep, and right now she wishes she were dead. Out of all the stupid things she's ever done, this seems to take the cake. 

Trying her best not to wake the man, Y/N made her way quietly out of her room. I mean, she could just get ready for work? Let him wake up on his own?

With the few times that she had gotten drunk in the past, she's never really had a hang over. Call it good karma, or maybe just luck.

She examined her self in the mirror, noticing the hickeys that littered her pale chest.

"Jesus. Couldn't he have aimed a little lower there Harry." She grimaced, turning away from the mirror.

Although she felt a little stupid and embarrassed, she didn't really regret sleeping with the man in her bed.

He seemed mature, which is always nice in situations like this. Not to mention he was mind numbingly attractive.

—

Soon after her shower was finished and she had gotten ready for work, she stepped out of the bathroom trying her best to prepare to wake the man up.

It took every bone in her body not to just let him stay there until he deemed fit to leave, but she figured that wouldn't be the best of ideas. She walked down the small hallway and quickly noticed the smell of coffee surrounding the apartment.

Walking into the kitchen, the man was stood in just his boxers, patiently waiting for the coffee to brew.

Standing there she decided to indulge herself a bit. She never really gets the pleasure of housing someone like this in her apartment, so she figures it wouldn't hurt to admire a bit.

"The mugs are in the top cabinet." She was a bit surprised by how weak her voice was, considering how confident she was last night.

He turned quickly and gave her a quick smile. He seemed a bit wrecked, which was a given under the circumstances.

"Hangover?" She asked, slowly making her way to the medicine cabinet.

He nodded and sat with his cup of black coffee, placing his hands around his head.

"Yes. You seem perfectly fine though. Is it bad that i kind of wish you were hungover too?" He laughed a bit, but quickly grimaced at the sound of his own voice.

What he said made her giggle a bit, before she handed him a few ibuprofen.

He mumbled a quick thank you and finished his cup of coffee.

He stood, placing his hand on either side of the counter where Y/N sat.

Suddenly, she felt like she was in junior high all over again. Y/N felt her cheeks go hot and it felt like every sign of breath had vacated her lungs.

"Hangover or not. From what i can remember, last night was great." He said in a slight whisper.

He was close enough now, that Y/N could feel his breath on my neck. It sent shivers down her spine and she could've swarm she would die right on the spot.

He placed his lips on hers gently, and boy she could've sworn she felt sparks. Her whole face was on fire at this point. No man, or woman, has ever had quite this effect on her.

"I wish I could stay love, but I have to head in to work in about an hour." He said, tracing circles on the side of her arm.

She smiled and looked at the clock, she still had about thirty minutes before she had to get to the firm, and living pretty close surely helped her situation.

"It's okay you can go. It was nice- meeting you Harry."

He gave her one last kiss on the lips before returning to the room to get dressed.

—

Y/N was actually quite sad that he had left. She wishes he could've stayed longer, but she wasn't going to be that girl.

It was a one night stand, and nothing more.

She sighed and looked up at the polished building. Her cup of coffee had gone a bit cold, but she drank it nonetheless.

She checked her watch quickly, and decided it would be best just to go ahead in.

Y/N was very nervous. She worked hard and earned her position, but she was still a bit worried about how her arrival would be taken.

She was a nice girl, and she hoped that people would treat her the same.

She got a few looks as she walked in, but most everyone continued on with their business as if she was just another intern. That she was though.

"Y/N hey!" She stopped in her tracks as her close friend Liam flagged her down.

He stopped in front of her and began to give her the run down of the building.

"Here's everything you need, badge, ID card, and I wrote down the pin numbers to the break room doors. Oh and you have a quick meeting with the boss in about five minutes. He's running late, so you can just go wait in his office." Liam panted.

I was a bit overwhelmed with all the information he gave me, but I did my best not to show my nervousness.

"Okay. I'm going to head there now. Wish me luck okay?" She grinned at the man.

He gave her a quick hug, and then hurriedly made his way over to his office.

———

The bosses office was quite bare. She'd never seen or met this man. Y/N was hired by the head of the department she'd be working in. This man that she was meeting with was the head of the whole damn building.

Kind of intimidating, but it's nothing she can't handle.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door opened and closed quickly.

"I apologize for my lateness, Miss Y/L/N. I was stuck in morning traffic." A familiar voice rang out.

She grimaced and turned around slowly to face the man.

Her boss.

"Harry?"

[vanillann]

the red dress incident (edmund pevensie x f.reader)

it’s not in this request but they ask for #38!!! thank you for the request!! also kinda a modern au! also everyone is aged up but their is a bit of underage drinking.

warning: underaged drinking, creepy dude, the word hot used a lot, kinda ish slut shamming( DO YOU BEAUTIFUL), super long and i believe that’s all

“Lucy I don’t think this party is a good idea,” Susan stated from her spot on Lucy's bed.

Lucy stood in her closet, her finger tapping her chin. I laid across the floor of Lucy bedroom, a Rubik's cube in my hand.

“I kind of agree with Susan, we barely know the dude throwing it.”

Lucy shrugged and pulled a red dress from her closet, landing a top of my face.

“Here’s your dress (Y/N),” Lucy then pulled out a pale yellow dress, laying it on the bed with her all white tennis shoes.

“Thanks for that.”

I stood up, sitting beside Susan on the bed overlooking the outfit.

“Very Lucy.”

Susan nodded her head and looked over at me.

“Makes sense.”

“I can't help it. I don't like dark colors and leather jackets like you (Y/N).”

I shrugged and fell on my back, letting her soft blankets overtake me.

“Hey Lucy have you seen-”

I looked up to see Edmund standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Why is she here?”

I rolled my eyes and looked up at Lucy's ceiling.

“I live next door and your little sister is my best friend, now please stop asking dumb questions.”

Edmund sighed turning back to look at Lucy.

“Why are you friends with her again?”

“Why are you in my room again?”

Edmund kicked off the doorframe, walking into the room completely. He picked up my red dress from the floor.

“Who's this?”

I waved my hand, giving him a deadpan look. He simply rolled his eyes and threw it at me. He then got on all four, looking under Lucy's bed.

“I left my wallet in her last night, have you seen it?”

Lucy walked to her dresser, pulling a leather wallet from her top drawer. He looked over at the wallet, standing up to grab it. Once he got close to her, she moved the wallet behind her back.

“You get it back once you apologize to (Y/N).”

I sat up, the wicked smile crossed my face in seconds.

“Lucy, that would be like Jesus apologizing to the devil.”

“I’m the devil in this, right?”

Edmund looked over his shoulder at me, his death glare better than it used to be as a kid. He gave me the middle finger looking back at Lucy.

“Why should I apologize to the girl who is a bad influence on my baby sister?”

Susan looked up at him, her face shocked. A stern “Edmund” fell from her lips but that didn’t stop anything.

“Bad influence?” I stood up from the soft pink bed, the sneaker gliding across the floor to Edmund.

“Yeah a bad influence, I mean look at this dress.”

He pushed past my shoulder, picking up the silk material from the bed with one finger, like it was going to bite him.

“I happen to like that dress,” Lucy pointed a finger at her brother. Susan grabbed the dress from his finger, holding to her chest.

“You’re mad that you know your sister is living to the fullest and you're stuck at home cranky all the time.”

I took a single step closer to him.

“I don’t think sleeping around is living life to the fullest.”

Edmund did the same as I did seconds ago, the room beside us felt like miles.

“At least people want to sleep with me.”

I took another step closer to him, noticing the small hit of hazel in his eyes now.

“Only cause that dress.”

He took a step closer while pointing to the dress Susan still held. Our noses were almost touched with how close we were. The anger breaths made the air around us both feel hot and steamy.

“You just hate to admit that this dress would look hot on me.”

“Trust me, I don’t think much can look good on you.”

I looked up at this wicked smile, the confidence I had moments ago gone. The anger bubbled inside of me.

“I'll finish getting ready for the party at my place Lucy, see you at 10.”

I moved to look over at Susan, a sad smile across her face.

“I think you’re very beautiful (Y/N),” Susan whispered as I took the dress gently from her hands.

“I know Susan, but you’re the hot one around here.” I gave a dramatic wink and left the room, waving to Lucy as I left.

*

The red silk dress hung from my waist, the leather jacket around me keeping me warm. The black combat boots made me feel empowered, but Edmund's angry face had me grabbing another drink from the cooler.

“Don’t listen to my brother, he’s just angry like he always is.”

Lucy held a water to her lips, trying to stay somewhat sober.

“Is your boyfriend here yet?”

Lucy looked at me, shaking her head and looking down at her phone.

“He’s in the bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.”

I nodded my head, downing the rest of the drink in my hand.

“Three down, many more to go.”

*

Edmund sat in his room, watching the weird medieval drama play out across the TV.

The character came down the stairs in a bright red dress, Edmund looked away from the TV as he realized the color similarities from your dress.

The sight of your hurt face was on his brain since you walked out of Lucy's room earlier.

Suddenly his phone rang, he jumped so high in the sky he was surprised he didn’t fall off the bed.

The unknown number flashed across his phone, the confusion kicked in. He slowly answered, a quiet hello fell past his lips.

“I look so hot right now.”

Slurred speech took over the other line, (Y/N) voice could barely be heard over the loud music.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes King Edmund, King of Opinions,” she gave a small giggle before a loud ‘off’ echoed throughout the phone line.

Edmund jumped up, now completely sitting up.

The sound of shuffling and groans were all he heard before (Y/N) yelled “Another please”, Edmund immediately jumped from his bed and ran into Lucy's room.

The small piece of paper with the address of the party sat on her desk table, just like Peter made her promise to do.

“I’m coming right now, stop drinking please.”

Edmund quickly hung up and grabbed his keys. The panic flooded him as he drove the 10 minute to the crowded party.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, (Y/N) stood on the porch with a small man standing beside her.

He touched her shoulder, to which he pushed away.

“I’m not that drunk bud.”

He finger ghosted over her shoulder again when Edmund finally reached them.

“I don't think that means do it again,” (Y/N) head snapped up, looking him over once.

“Told you, I look hot.”

(Y/N) tried to push off the wall, but fell to the porch. The guy beside went to pick her up, but Edmund quickly pushed the boy off. His anger was worse than it ever was when he was fighting with her.

He bent down and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder.

“I got this.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he picked her up from the wooden floor.

“You wanted to see how hot I look, didn't you?”

Edmund looked at her cocky smile, her eyes completely closed.

“Why do you only ever describe yourself as hot?”

Edmund placed her in the passenger seat, closing the door and quickly running to the driver side.

“Maybe because I am.”

She shrugged and looked over at him, her eyes wide and happy.

“I always thought you were more than that.”

Edmund looked at the road ahead, knowing he could say anything since she wouldn't remember in the morning. The feelings from when he was a 15 year old boy came rushing back, the crush he had on his younger sister's best friend.

“We used to be friends, what happened?”

Edmund quickly looked back over at her, the memory of Peter dating Susan's best friend that ended horribly.

“Things got complicated.”

(Y/N) simply threw her head back, her eyes closing.

Edmund's house came into view, relief flooding his head. Without thinking Edmund passed the drunk girl driveway, pulling right into his.

Once parked,Edmund moved to grab her, the cute little smile spread across her face

“I like complicated things.”

Edmund sighed, quickly picking the girl up and walking into the house. He passed every room, heading up the stairs to his room. The same drama was still on from when he left.

He placed her on the bed, watching as she curled into his blanket.

He took his phone out his pocket, sending Lucy a quick text about you.

Suddenly a leg came in contact with the back of his own, his body went tumbling to the ground.

Soft giggles and sorry could be heard above him. He groaned, getting off his hardwood floor.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, sorry.”

Edmund stood up completely, dusting off fake dirt.

“It’s fine, just my floor.”

“I meant every time I said mean things.”

He looked over at her, her sad smile playing with his soccer themed blanket.

“I said meaner things.”

Edmund didn't wait for a replay, leaving to grab the makeup wipe Lucy uses from the bathroom.

When he came back, looked up at him and smiled. He couldn’t help the blush across his face.

“I think you fell in love with me tonight.”

Edmund shook his head as he walked closer to the girl. He dragged the makeup wipe across her soft face, dark browns and gold covered the once clean wipe.

“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me.”

She laughed, her arms grabbing onto his biceps. He smiled at her, the nice her brought all those weird funny feelings back.

Edmund always liked nice (Y/N), but she became very rare after her car accident. With her new found anger and Edmund crush that could never happen, the fights came easy.

Suddenly (Y/N) stood from the bed and marched into Lucy's room, yelling something about “soft pj’s”, to which Edmund let her be.

He waited outside in the hallway until the door opened, she looked so out of place in a bright baby boy pj set.

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder to Lucy's bed. She quickly moved from his arm and wrapped herself in the soft blankets.

Edmund turned to leave before (Y/N) grabbed his hand.

“You never told me if I looked hot.”

Edmund smiled, squeezing her hand once then letting go.

“I would use words more like stunning and gorgeous, but sure. You looked hot.”

Edmund left the room once he turned the lights off. As soon as the door closed Edmund phone dings. He fished it out his pocket to see a message from Lucy.

Lucy: Sorry about that, please remove her makeup or she will be grumpy in the morning

Edmund smirked, walking to his medieval drama playing on the TV.

[adamfoolcry]

How the Tables Turned (One-Shot)

pairings: Reader x Hendery, Lucas(mentioned)

rating: PG-13  

warnings: none just cringe inducing fluff

genre: comedy, fluff

synopsis: You are a student assistant at the library and Hendery seems to love staying in the library past open hours.

word count: 1,734

a/n: Mentioning @nctcreations in case the tags don’t work. I love Hendery he exudes so much positivity and is very thoughtful.

Everyone who is acquainted with you knows that you are good-natured and possess a calm temperament. Right now though, the way you are glaring at the back of Wong Kunhang's head makes you resemble a bull seeing red complete with steam blowing out of your nostrils. The ticking of the old clock as it counts every second passing by infuriates you as if it's its sole purpose. It is already past five in the afternoon to other high school students it isn't much of a nuisance but to you, it is life or death. You need to be out of the school premises past five and should be on the way to the cafe you work in the evenings. Being a minute late at your part-time job means that you will receive a lengthy sermon from the cafe's owner as if they will not deduct it from your salary. But here you are still at the library waiting for Wong Kunhang to go on his merry way so that you can return the book he is pretending to be reading back to its respective shelf. Honestly, you would have let this pass but it's as if he is doing this on purpose for the past seven days. Adding salt to the wound, for every single day he takes a different book bringing it to his desk leafing through the pages eyes unfocused. Making you conclude that he is not doing any reading at all but just drops by the library to spite you. Each time before he leaves he will try to approach the desk where you are situated at and as if changing his mind in a millisecond he always makes a hasty retreat, exiting rather abruptly. You have reached your threshold and decided that you are going to confront him, for whatever his game is this got to stop. You walked towards the desk where he is, standing from behind his seat. You cleared your throat to get his attention. He craned his head back to look at you.

"Ummm, hi"

He immediately stood up from his seat in a frantic manner and rise to his height to stand opposite you. The seat's leg scratched the concrete producing a screeching sound.

"Hi, my name's Kunhang you can also call me Hendery if you like." He scratched the nape of his neck sheepishly smiling.

"I know who you are it is past five and the library closes at 5:00 PM sharp and I need to be at work -"

"I can totally take you there!" Kunhang exclaimed cutting you off. His words echoing in the empty library. You were not expecting that, the heat started blossoming on the tops of your cheeks.

"Uhhhmm, I was going to say that if you can, you know tidy up before five that would be great." You replied awkwardly.

"Ohh uhmm sure sure." You can see that he was embarrassed. He picked up the book from the desk. "I am sorry, I am gonna put this book back." You watched him as he put the book on its respective shelf and exited the library leaving you bewildered. Well, at least you got that over with.

After that incident, you no longer have to deal with him as he does not visit the library anymore. But he now occupies the other half of your brain you see him from your peripheral vision wherever you go. It seems that you are hyperaware of his presence and you can't take your eyes off him. How could you not notice before that he sits a few seats away from you at classes? By the things are going you can probably write a one-page essay about him.

He likes cats, not fond obsessed is the right word. His pencil case is imprinted with cat designs. He keeps a picture of his cats in his wallet, you know because you peeked over his shoulder at the cafeteria while he is paying for his food. He always remembers to feed the school's resident stray cat every morning. You saw him one morning bending down at the bushes near the outskirts of your school petting and feeding the stray cat.

He always hides a manga behind his textbook during classes snickering quietly so that he wouldn't be caught. Strangely enough, for someone who is not trying to do his best academically, he excels in maths and sciences and actively participates in those classes.

He likes to exchange crumpled notes with Yukhei. Maybe containing a joke or two because one time the teacher caught them they were kicked out of the class and got detention for the rest of the afternoon.

You can't deny that you are fascinated with him the same Wong Kunhang that you used to curse in your mind. You might even develop a tiny crush on him. This is why you found yourself boring holes at the back of his skull with the intensity of your gaze. Looking for minuscule details to add to your Hendery's cute and quirky habits list. Yukhei caught you in action sending you a wink and a teasing smile like he knows what's going on in your mind. He leaned down and whispered it to Kunhang.

Oh god no ...

Which made Kunhang spare you his attention looking at you with his biggest signature goofy smile. You abruptly hide your face behind your textbook and pretended that you are not gaping pathetically at his back so intently. You avoided looking at his direction for the rest of the day but you can feel Kunhang's eyes following your every move making you flustered and rendering you to something akin to tomato for the rest of the day.  

You do not feel good scratch that this is the worst menstrual cramp that you have experienced in your life. Top that with the fact that your PE teacher has instructed your class to do ten laps in the field under the sweltering heat. Your peers are already ahead of you and you have long given up trying to match their pace. You stopped jogging and clutched your stomach the spasms intensifying making you double over in pain.

"Hey _______, you okay?" Kunhang kneeled at your crouched figure.

"Yeah, I am fine." As soon as you said that your abdominal muscles contracted so hard and a whimper escaped your lips.

"Let's go to the clinic you don't look so good." Kunhang reached for your forearm and slung it on his shoulders providing support to your frail figure helping you stand up. Although feeling like you might pass out any minute you can't help but observe Kunhang now that your bodies are now in close contact. His perfect side profile, tall straight nose, big doe eyes, plump pink lips, his floppy hair that frames his face, and his light perfume which smells like the sea breeze. As Kunhang led you to the clinic he started telling you about the time he collapsed due to over-exertion at one of the PE classes blaming the teacher's strenuous routine and launching on his tirade about what a pain in the ass the teacher is. You giggled finding his attempt to comfort you adorable.

"I am on my period Kunhang. The cramps are a bit on the painful side today."

"Oh ..." Hendery said embarrassed.

After dropping you off at the clinic Hendery got back to the PE class to inform the teacher about your mishap and that the nurse advised you to take the rest of the day off. You decided to rest up at the clinic and head home after the classes are over. Exiting the clinic you advanced your way to the classroom to collect your belongings when you froze on the spot upon seeing Kunhang leaning at the opposite wall to the clinic. He was carrying your bag on his shoulder. Noticing your presence he greeted you with his smile.

"I thought it'll be a hassle for you."

You can't help but smile back at him, taking your bag from him as the two of you walk towards the school gate Kunhang started bribing you to buy him ramen as payment for his good deeds.

He has this habit of looking at you but he isn't trying to hide it, in fact you think he is waiting for you to catch him because every single time you caught him redhanded he'll flash his goofy smile at you. The first few times you caught him your initial reaction was to start blushing but after the novelty of being embarrassed wears off you just shook your head smiling your eyes crinkling in mirth.

He'll always approach you and start acting cute doing silly little poses sometimes Yukhei drags him off before he starts embarrassing himself other times Yukhei will join in and start imitating Kunhang's comical poses resulting in overjoyous laughter erupting from your classmates.

He leaves you food and other trinkets on your desk. Lately after coming back from the cafeteria the ever-presence of food at your desk baffles you sometimes it contains other miscellaneous items like hair clips and ties. It was not after that your cramps manifested again that you finally knew who the culprit was for in your desk is a hot water bag. You quickly looked in the direction where you knew Kunhang was sitting, his head thrown back laughing at Yukhei's joke. As if sensing your stare he turned his face in your direction and grinned charmingly doing another of his silly poses.

It's fifteen minutes to five o clock and you need to make sure that every book is on their designated shelf and there is nothing out of its place scrutinizing the library with a sweep of your eyes you deemed that everything is in order. You grabbed your bag under the desk when the sound of the door hinges creaking got your attention. You quickly look to whoever dares to come in at the library fifteen minutes to its closing time. Surprise it was none other than Wong Kunhang. You walk up to him to stand at his opposite side, clearing your throat to get him to address you.

"Is the offer of a ride to my workplace still up?"

"Only if we go to the movies afterward."

"It's a date then."

There it is Kunhang's goofy smile. Perhaps you are too, smitten with him.

a/n: Read more of my works for NCT here:masterlist.

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1.2.12 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 5:40 AM

Warren County, Illinois

As Brad Doyle backed his Mustang out of his driveway, Gabriel Couture passed the sign reading:

WELCOME TO HADDONFIELD

in his semi-truck. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. The last few miles are always the hardest, he thought to himself, time seems to slow down. He squinted through the rain.

Another sign appeared. This one was a billboard, featuring a young looking blonde girl with breasts too large to be real, wearing a black bikini. Above her, in large red letters was printed:

RABBIT-IN-RED LOUNGE.

To the right of the model in shiny purple letters read:

MISTY DAWN.

And under that in plain white letters:

AVN WINNER FOR HOT NEW STARLET OF THE YEAR.

Gabriel cracked his neck and shook his head smiling. He had known Misty Dawn in High School—only then her name had been Ellen Rawls and her breasts were definitely not that large. I think I would have noticed those when we were dancing against one another at Homecoming.

He even remembered the song they danced to: KC and Jojo's 'All My Life'.

Another billboard came into view. This one had a picture of fire on the left and a picture of bright and shining golden gates on the right. At the top it read:

IF YOU DIE TONIGHT? WHAT WILL IT BE? HEAVEN OR HELL?!

Gabriel rolled his eyes. That's Haddonfield for you, he thought, religious billboard right after the one for the titty bar.

He checked the clock at the bottom right of his Qualcomm screen. ‪5:42‬.

💀

1.2.13 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 5:42 AM

Haddonfield, Illinois

‪5:42 was precisely what the clock on Raj Gudipati's wall read as Jack Tate handed him his credit card to pay for the service to his car as well as the two Frappachinos for him and his wife, the Mountain-Dew for Damon, and the three bags of Doritos.‬

“Damon!” He called out as Raj took the card and swiped it. Ophelia Tate appeared behind him and put her chin on his shoulder.

“There you are,” Jack said, “Where have you been?” Raj handed him back his card.

“I was Facebooking,” she said quietly.

“Jeez Ophelia, this whole time?” He asked, putting his card back in his wallet. Raj's receipt machine came to life.

“I had a lot to catch up on. Lot's of people wishing me luck and stuff.” She said yawning.

Jack chuckled and scrawled his signature on the receipt with the ballpoint pen that was attached to the counter. “Damon!” Jack called again.

🎃

Damon took a swipe on a giant pineapple on the screen and then groaned. He turned away from Fruit Ninja and looked at Spitz, “I gotta go little dude...sorry.”

“It was nice to meet you,” Spitz said.

“Yeah, man, I'm sure we'll see you around,” Richie said, waving.

“Yeah,” Damon nodded, “It was cool to meet you guys too. Even you Lonnie.”

Lonnie had migrated, with his porn of course, from the ambiguity of the back corridor to the arcade room. He had cut back on at least 80% of his doucheness during their rousing bouts of Fruit Ninja, Mortal Kombat, and Terminator Genisys.

“Fuck you phlegm-wad.” Lonnie said, looking up from the boobs momentarily.

“Yeah...whatever,” Damon smiled. “See ya.”

🎃

“Damon!” Jack called again.

“I'm here, I'm here.” Damon groaned, stepping out of the arcade section and into the main store. The back door that led out to the shop area opened and Diego stepped through. “I'm all done Raj!” He called, “I'm gonna go ahead and head out.”

“Did Quinn clean up the shop?!” Raj called out.

“I told him to as soon as he's done,” Diego said, pausing at the door and looking out at the pouring rain.

“Done with what?” Raj asked.

“This.” Diego replied and pointed out of the window as headlights splashed across the raindrop studded glass.

“There's Quinn with your ride,” Diego said.

“Wonderful,” Jack said.

Quinn pulled the Tate Family Wagon up to the front door of the Superfuel Deluxe, and left the keys in the ignition, hopping out, and running through the pouring rain and ducking into the store with a wail.

“Oh geez, it's raining hard!” He laughed. It sounded a great deal like Lee Chumway's goofy laugh.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Diego reached into a pocket in his coveralls and dug out a pink receipt and handed it to Jack.

“Hospitals and Car Shops are the only places in the world that still use printers like this,” Jack said, pointing to the perforated edge of the sheet of paper.

Diego chucked, “I know right?”

Quinn sneezed. “Excuse me,” he shivered, “Those drops are fat and cold!”

Jack extended his hand. “I can't thank you guys enough for your quick work tonight.” He said, shaking Diego's hand first and then Quinn's. He had to wipe the water off on his shirt when he let go of Quinn.

“No problem Doc,” Quinn laughed.

Diego nodded, “We'll be seeing you I'm sure,” he said, “you can't hide in a small town like this.” And then he looked at Ophelia Tate, who was again buried in her smartphone. “Good luck with your new job at the hospital Miss.” He said.

Ophelia wasn't listening, and Jack had to elbow her. “Whaa?” she said, looking up. Damon smirked behind her.

“I said good luck with your new job at the hospital,” Diego repeated.

Ophelia smiled, “Oh..thank you so much.” Then she shot a glance at her husband, “Geez, word travels fast here.”

“You don't know the half Miss,” Quinn chuckled.

Raj called from behind them, “Quinn! Is the shop all cleaned up?”

Quinn saluted and then turned and walked away.

Diego gave a little wave, “You guys take care.”

Jack took a deep breath, “Okay, guys..let's get on over to the truck stop down the road and get a nice hot shower before he go check out the hospital!”

They ran out into the rain, Jack laughing wildly, Ophelia screaming, and Damon saying nothing, embarrassed to be with the two idiots he called his parents. As they jumped into the car, and Jack threw the shifter into drive, the headlights of a shiny new white truck splashed over the parking lot.

The truck was owned by Bernard “Booger” Tyson. Booger had only six payments left on the thing before he had paid it off. Unfortunatley Tyson would never drive the truck again..his head was still stuck in a grease fryer. Instead the two men who had put a monkey wrench in the Tyson family finances were at the helm. Lloyd Chumway in the driver's seat with his kid brother Lee riding shotgun.

Ophelia gave the truck a glance as they passed them and turned out onto the highway. “Look,” she said to her husband, “You move to the country like this, you need to get you a truck like that Jack.”

Back inside, Diego put his hands on the counter and looked at Raj who looked back at him.

“I'm taking off Raj,” he said simply.

“Is the shop clean?” Raj asked, turning back toward his satellite box.

“Nothing Quinn can't handle.”

Raj looked back at him, “Are you sure?”

Diego smiled, “I cleaned up most of it.”

Raj pointed outside, “Are you sure you want to walk in this?”

Diego shrugged, “I don't have a choice, I'm not going to stay here, I'm tired and ready for my bed.”

Raj shrugged back, “I'd take you home, but Yuvakrishna drove me and he's gonna pick me up when he gets off after Jake comes in.”

“Did he get that truck he wanted?” Diego asked.

Raj nodded and turned back toward the TV. “Yes, he got it yesterday.”

“Sweet,” Diego said, “He showed me a picture, it looked pretty sick.”

Raj waved with his hand, “He spent way too much money for that thing.”

Diego rolled his eyes, “See you later Raj,” he said, turning toward the door.

“Good bye Diego,” he said, “stay safe.”

Then he heard snickering toward the back of the store and caught sight of the top of Spitz's head. “Hey!” he called toward the back, “Are you going to buy something tonight?!” The door chimed as Diego stepped out.

He nodded toward the two men who exited the truck and were walking toward the store. They both had their hands in their pockets. Diego put his head down and stepped out into the pouring rain. He got a few yards down the road, well out of the light of the gas station, when he really began to wish he had waited there instead of venturing out in this monsoon. He was already completely soaked, and water was filling up inside of his shoes, but he knew that if he turned back now, he would just be miserable and wet and still that much further from home, so he kept walking.

If only I had a hood or an umbrella or something, he thought. The rain was literally pounding him in the face and water was running off his sopped head and into his eyes. All of a sudden he remembered the mask in his pocket. The thought of walking down the side of the road in the Halloween mask made him chuckle to himself. I'm gonna scare the shit out of anyone who drives by, he thought. But after a few more steps of blinding rain, he thought, Screw it, and pulled the mask out of his pocket and stuck it on his head. It brought little relief, but a little bit of relief is better than no relief at all.

NEXT>>

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Not Just His Friend (J.W)

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 3,151

Notes: So I went MIA again, but I just didn’t have any desire to write for the past while. But tonight I just went at it. I was debating the whole time writing this if it should be happy or sad ending, but I felt like it just started writing itself.

When I woke up in his bed again, I knew this had to be the last time. I can't keep doing this to myself. Slowly, I slid out of his bed, got dressed, and left. I didn't bother leaving a note, knowing he really didn't care if I was there or not when he woke up. When I got back to my place, my roommate looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "Again?" She said. I sighed and collapsed on the couch beside her.

"It's so hard to say no to him. I love him, B." She started playing with my hair, telling me she knows, but he doesn't love me. "I know he doesn't. But maybe one day..."

"No maybe one day, Y/N. He doesn't love you, and he takes advantage of the love you have for him. You're done now." I nodded, smiling softly up at her. But deep down I knew if he called me again, I'd be there in a heartbeat. I just keep breaking my own heart, but I mean it's mine to do what I want with it, right?

That night, my roommate left for some party she tried to convince me to go to, but romcoms were calling my name that night. She kissed the top of my head like a loving mother, causing me to laugh and push her out the door. "Go have fun for both of us!"

"Oh girl you know I will." She stuck her tongue out at me, and I slammed the door in her face. So there I sat all alone, Dear John playing as I curled up under a blanket, ice cream in hand. When my phone rang, I quickly paused the movie, and looked at the caller ID. It was him. I told myself I couldn't pick up. Not this time. He's drunk and lonely, and he just wants to hook up and go on his merry way. I'm done breaking my own heart. But before I could unpause the movie, my doorbell rang. And there he stood.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, wrapping my arms around my body as the frigid air hit me.

"You didn't pick up." He whispered. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. "I need a friend." He stepped inside.

"I'll call David then." As I turned to grab my phone, he grabs my wrist, causing me to turn to face him. "Jeff." I was putting my foot down. But man it was so hard saying no while looking him in the eyes.

"I don't want David." I just stared at him. I knew what he meant. He wanted me, because he knew I would give in to his charms, just like I always do.

"Well who should I call then? Zane? Heath? Matt?" I continued to name people, and he just fell on my couch, throwing his hands on his face.

"No one! I just want to be here with you, okay." He sat up and looked up at me. "You weren't there when I woke up. And I missed you today." My heart began pounding. Words I've been waiting to hear from him I was finally hearing. But I knew he was just drunk, and was working his charms like he always does. "Can't you tell I love you, Y/N." He whispered, reaching out to caress my face.

"You're drunk, Jeff." I whispered. I wanted so badly for him to mean it, but I knew that he didn't. My phone interrupted whatever he was about to say next. Before I could reach it, Jeff answered.

"Hi sorry, Y/N can't come to the phone right now, I'm confessing my love to her." And then he hung up. I just stood there, shocked. I didn't know what to do at this point. How could I deny my love for him when it's so obvious. So instead, I smiled and I kissed him. We ended up in my room, having sex once again. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. Maybe he meant it. Maybe this is the one day I've been waiting for. So I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

He was gone when I woke up. A note left on the pillow he slept on said Sorry about last night. I was really drunk. It won't happen again. See you at David's later! I went and goddamn broke my heart again. I left my room to get some breakfast, to see my roommate sitting on the couch, her arms crossed as she watched tv. "Tell me why the fuck Jeff answered your phone last night?" She didn't even look at me. She kept her head turned towards the tv.

"He came over drunk. I tried to call someone to come get him but he kept telling me he loved me." She stood from the couch, throwing her hands in the air.

"Don't tell me you believed him!"

"Well not at first. But when he answered the phone ..."

"For fuck sakes Y/N! Let me guess, he only told you he loved you after you tried to get rid of him. He told you he loved you because you weren't throwing yourself at him. And he knew how to get what he wanted."

"I know! Last time, I swear. You coming with me to David's?" She shook her head.

"I'm going out with the girls again." I nodded.

After eating and getting ready, I hopped in my car and drove my way to David's, wondering what I'm going to say to Jeff this time. I sat outside in my car for a few minutes, panicking myself into a frenzy. Maybe I should just turn around and see everyone another time. But when Carly knocked on my window, I knew it was too late. "Let's go!" She said, a smile on her face. I returned the smile, and followed her inside. Why am I doing this?

The party was in full swing, as it usually was at David's. I laughed at the antics that were already happening. "Oh look who showed up." Jeff said, throwing his arm around my shoulders. I smiled up at him, removing his arm. "What? Can't I show my friend some loving?" He joked, winking at me. I could tell the beer in his hand wasn't his first, nor his fourth.

"Of course it's fine." I said, smiling. "It's just warm in here." I lied. I would die for him to just have his arm around me, walk around with me as if we were together.

"Hey we should grab lunch tomorrow. We haven't had an us day in a while." He said, and before I could really think it through, I agreed. Jeff's been my best friend for years. We used to hang out all the time, get on each other's nerves. And then one day, we got drunk and hooked up. It was then, waking up to his face, that I realized the feelings I've always had for him. Soon after that, he realized that he could have me basically whenever he wanted. Since then, we haven't actually hung out as friends.

"I can't wait." I said. He winked at me before walking away. As long as I don't go home with him, or end up near him when he's drunk, I should be fine. I decided to distract myself, socializing with everyone, enjoying myself.

"What's up with you and Jeff?" David asked, as we sat outside, getting out of the noise for a minute. "You guys together yet?" He joked, playfully elbowing me. I rolled my eyes and pushed him.

"As if, David." He put his hands up in surrender.

"I'm just saying, the way you look at him..." I cut him off before he could finish.

"I don't have feelings for him, I'm just his friend."

"I get it." I laughed, remembering everyone asking when him and Natalie were gonna get together. "Hey! I'm handsome too! Natalie fans just don't understand." I laughed again, patting his chest.

"Yes David, you're very handsome." He smiled down at me. It's honestly been a while since I've been able to laugh so much. I kept breaking my own heart over and over again, I forgot how to feel loved.

"Hey, what's up out here?" Jeff asked, stumbling over to us. "Why are you alone with my girl?" I looked down at my feet. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say? It's like he pushes me away just to pull me back in when I get too far. "Y/N, can you take me home. I'm drunk." I nodded, telling David I'll be right back. He nodded. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing special, Jeff."

"Really? Looked like it was with how close you two were." I got him in my car, trying my best not to start screaming at him.

"Why does that matter?" I asked as I slid in the drivers seat.

"Because you're mine." He said so nonchalantly. I didn't say anything. There wasn't any use in arguing with him when he was drunk. He kept pestering me, asking me to stay the night, telling me he loves me. But I'm not going to fall for it again. "Aren't you coming?" He asked as he got out of my car. I shook my head.

"I'm going back to David's."

"What the fuck does that guy have that I don't?! Is it money you want! I'll give you all I have." He took out his wallet and began throwing cash at me. That's when I took my seat belt off and got out. I stood in front of him, ready to bear my entire heart to the man who's only broken it over and over.

"I want money! I wanted you, Jeff. I wanted all of you, every part of you, the good and the bad. I wanted more than just sleeping with you whenever you're drunk. I wanted you to love me." He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes.

"I love you." I shook my head, throwing his arms off of me.

"I'm done, Jeff. I'm not going to sleep with you tonight. Or ever again." I went to get back in my car, but he grabbed my wrist. Why must he always do this? There's no way he's this desperate for sex. I mean, girls throw themselves at him every single day.

"Then don't sleep with me. Just sleep beside me. Let me fucking love you." I shook my head, and got back into the car, ready to drive off, but I looked back at him. He stood there, staring into my car, tears in his eyes. I got back out.

"How drunk are you?" He shrugged.

"Probably pretty drunk." I nodded. "Let's just go, Y/N. You and me, just sleeping."

But it wasn't just sleeping. And I woke up naked in his bed again, his arm wrapped around me. How could I let myself fall for it again? I sighed, and got up, got dressed and left. Should I just accept this as my life? When I got into my car, I screamed and hit the steering wheel over and over. He's so good at what he does. He knows exactly what to say to me, every single time.

I drove back to my house, ready to hear more shit about how stupid I am from my roommate. But she said nothing. She just looked at me, sadness in her eyes. "I get it now." She finally whispered.

"Get what?" I asked, sitting beside her.

"The girls and I were driving back home last night, and we saw you and Jeff. He's very convincing, even I believed he loved you."

"He doesn't." I whispered. She nodded, taking my hand in hers. "He knows exactly what to say to get me to sleep with him though." She nodded again. "I can't be alone with him anymore. I'll just fall for it again."

A few days passed, and I hadn't heard from Jeff. But instead of moping around and waiting for him to be drunk enough to love me again, I distracted myself. I went on trips and adventures with David. It finally felt like I was living my life the way I wanted to.

Weeks after the last party, David threw another one, inviting everyone over for a night of insane antics. I was joking around with David and Zane when I felt arms wrap around me and pick me up. "Well hello beautiful." I smiled and gave him a hug.

"How've you been?"

"Good good. I'm gonna get a drink, you want one?" I shook my head, and went back to my conversation. David looked at me with raised eyebrows, silently asking me about what just happened, but I just rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." I laughed, playfully hitting him.

"Hey! I didn't say anything."

"Your look said everything!" "Oh so you like looking at me huh?" He reached out for me, but I ran from him. "Come on! Look up close. See if I'm even more handsome." I quickly turned around.

"Naw I'm good thanks!" And dodged him right before he could grab me. We were running around and laughing, and everyone was just watching us, wondering what was going on. A few of the guys filmed it obviously, getting a side of David not a lot of people see. But it's my favourite. Soon he caught up to me and wrapped his arms around me, picked me up and spun me around.

"Look at me! You know you want to!" He set me down, and I turned around to look at him.

"Wow." I whispered, leaning closer to him. "You're uglier up close." I joked, before trying to run away again. But his reflexes were really fast, and he immediately picked me up and began walking towards the pool. "No David! I was kidding! You're super handsome! The most handsome!"

"Too late." And he threw me in the pool. When I emerged, I was laughing and ran to give him a hug. "Ugh you're all wet."

"You love me!" I laughed, hugging him even tighter. When I let go and looked passed him, I could see Jeff just sipping his drink, watching closely. He was the only one not laughing at the events that just happened. "What's up?" I quietly asked when I walked up to him.

"You two are cute." I looked back to David, who was pulling some more of his antics, and giggled.

"We aren't together, Jeff." He took another sip.

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me. It's not like we're a couple or anything." I don't know why those words stung more than they should have. I know we aren't a couple, nor will we ever be. But I still love him.

"Yeah I know. I'm gonna head out, I'll see you around."

"We never grabbed lunch. We should do that." I nodded, telling him to text me tomorrow and we'll meet up at our regular place. "Do you want to come over tonight? We could just leave together for lunch tomorrow."

"I really should go home."

"Okay, let's go." He set his cup down and began following me. I shook my head, telling him he should stay, party some more. "I'm done. Kinda tired." So I let him follow me, and I drove towards his place. "I thought you were going home."

"I am. I'm dropping you off. You said you were tired." He threw his head back and sighed.

"Can I just sleep at yours tonight?" I shook my head. I really had to stand my ground this time. No matter what he says, I wasn't going to fall for it. "Come on, Y/N! We can watch stupid movies and make fun of them like old times."

"It's different now, Jeff. You know that." "Why? Because we've hooked up a few times? So what. You're still my best friend." I parked outside of his apartment building.

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow." He didn't leave. "Goodnight, Jeff." He still didn't leave. "Get out, Jeff." He shook his head.

"What's wrong? Things are so different and it can't just be because we've hooked up."

"I told you last time. I wanted more. But you don't. So no, I'm not sleeping at your place, and no you're not coming over. We can't hook up anymore. I'm done. So I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, and we'll go back to how we used to be."

"What do you mean you want more, Y/N! Tell me what you want."

"I want to wake up next to you, and not feel the need to leave right away. I want to go on cute little dates with you, and cuddle while watching movies. I want to fall asleep next to you, just because we were so tired we couldn't stay up anymore, not because we slept together. For fuck sakes, Jeff, I told you last time. I just want you to love me."

"And I told you I loved you! And then you left in the morning. You won't let me love you."

"Because the love you have for me and the love I have for you are very different." He shook his head.

"No it's not. Y/N, I love you. You're my best friend, and you make me feel like I'm on top of the world. You always take my breath away because you're so damn beautiful. And yeah maybe when we first started hooking up, I didn't love you. But goddamn, don't you know it's impossible to know you so intimately and not love you?"

"You're drunk." I whispered, not making eye contact with him.

"Not this time." I looked up at him, and he was already looking at me. "So for fuck sakes can you just let me love you?" I got out of the car, and began walking to his apartment. I turned to see him slowly getting out of the car.

"Well, aren't you coming? Dumb movies await us." He smiled, and wrapped his arm around me.

When I woke up in his bed the next morning, he was already awake, playing with my hair. I smiled at him, knowing that this time I don't have to leave. We both got up, and got dressed, and went out for lunch, like we said we would. He held my hand as I drove. He held my hand as we walked to the restaurant. He held my hand across the table. It's like he didn't want to let go, just in case I ran away again. But I'm staying this time. And next time. And the next. Because I'm not just his friend anymore.

[katsukisbeatingheart]

another round

you try to pick a fight and propose all in the same night.

word count: 1803

ao3!

Neon swirled in and out of focus. It reminded you of something important and unpleasant, and you were certain you’d spent the night trying to forget.

Since you couldn’t quite remember, you figured you’d won—and with that, you mentally jotted down a glowing tally mark on a scoreboard you wore on your sleeve.

Somewhere in the back, Pearl Jam played in a broken record on the juke box, and the gradual thump of the bass nearly knocked you to your feet. Inebriated as you were, you held on to that feeble consciousness and clutched at the bar stool in front of you.

You found shaky bearings, and steadied yourself with slicked palms on the laminated countertop, finding patterns and familiar faces in the hardwood. Squinting crudely at the shadows, you scrutinized each shape with all of the enmity you could muster to no avail.

You knew you were looking for something, and you knew it made you mad, but the buzz in your brain derailed your train of thought. With a frustrated huff, your scrunched nose reddened with a fury, and the clock ticked away the night.

...

The door swung open and closed and the figure that strode in with an impassive gait, drew a collection of eyes. Hands tucked into pockets of jeans sloping way too low along the waist, Katsuki slinked to the bar top, dropping into the seat furthest from people.

Which was only one chair away from a statuesque silhouette, silently enamoured with something he figured was embedded into the counter. He watched silently out of the corner of his eye wondering what this idiot could be doing—before his attention turned to the tender on the other side offering him a drink. Katsuki placed an order and waited for it to slide his way.

A few deathly still moments later and Bakugo was suddenly clutching a glass in one hand, as he rubbed the exhaustion away from his eyes with the other.

The bartender moved in on you sitting completely still, looking a little concerned.

“You alright?”

“Dumb faces in your counter. Needs fixing.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be lookin’ at yourself in it then,” Bakugo smirked to himself.

You lolled your head to face him.

“Try me, bitch,” you slurred, with as much of an incisive bite a drunken tongue could have.

His red eyes tuned into you, raising an eyebrow in slight surprise. He admired your spunk—not without noticing the headache crawling up the sides of his head.

"You really think you should be picking a fight like that?"

"Hey! You started it," you mumbled childishly. "'Sides, I could take you."

Bakugo was growing more amused now.

"That so? What makes you so sure?" He challenged.

"Met things way scarier than you."

Bakugo didn't want to think about the ominous implications of that. He furrowed his glare into the glass he twirled in his hands.

He didn't say anything.

Silence ate the space and it only took a few minutes to break.

The creaking of the doorstep caught Bakugo's attention, and he listened as three pairs of feet shuffled into the bar. They moved to make a beeline for a table on the other side of the room, and when they got close enough, Bakugo peered over his shoulder.

He took his glass in his hand and downed the rest of it, drumming his fingers along the counter with some finality before standing to go meet his friends.

...

“Hey. That person over there—at the bar—’s been sittin' super still for quite a while.”

“Do you think they’re okay?" More of a flat concerned statement than a lilted inquiry.

“Wait— Hey they’re kinda cute, don'tcha think?”

“Dare you to go talk to ‘em, Bakugo.”

The man grunted. "Tried that."

His friends went fish face—eyes popping wide and jaws dropping to the table. Bakugo had to keep from snorting; they looked like his goldfish back home.

Denki raised his glass to his lips, peering between the topsy turvy figure at the bar, and the surly one right across from him, staring in a blend of shock, confusion, and envy.

"Strike out, didja?"

"Hah? You think I'd take a shot at someone like that?" Bakugo barked, sensing a challenge to his dignity. Sero and Kirishima whooped, taking the word 'shot' as their cue to—well—take a shot. 

Bakugo was too busy grumbling about how ridiculous his friends were, to notice the shock of blonde hair next to him bristle. 

"Hey man, looks like they've got some company." Denki pointed with his glass, gesturing to the silhouette closing in behind you.

"And it looks like they want to be alone, though," Kirishima conjected. 

Bakugo exhaled through his nose, staring straight ahead at the dartboard hanging on the wall. "Then we'll leave them alone."

Hanta eyed you warily. "I don't think that's such a good idea, man."

Bakugo looked. He wasn't good with people, but it didn't take a genius to recognize the clear way you hid and curled into yourself defensively once the stranger had your attention. He felt his pulse quicken, and the cold that ran along his skin told him enough.

He groaned loudly, slamming his glass on the wooden tabletop, and shoved back in his chair. 

He stalked over with ease, trying to avoid making a scene by rushing in.

His eyes caught the way your hands pressed themselves into the figure's shoulder—like you were trying to put distance between you two.

"S-seriousl-ly, go aw—"

Only it worked too well, and suddenly you slid off the back end of your seat, tipping backward to meet the floor.

Bakugo had taken long enough strides to get to you in time, and you—not without any modicum of drunken grace—smacked into his chest. His arms locked around your midsection while you tried to find the ground with your feet.

You inevitably gave up and tipped your chin back to look at who had saved you.

Your eyes widened in hazy recognition, and you bubbled over in his hold.

"We're getting married."

"What?"

"This!" You loudly proclaimed, "is my financé."

Bakugo blinked at you wildly, looking and feeling like a deer in headlights. He hadn't exactly come up with a plan on the way over, but he was certain that hadn't crossed his mind.

"Sure. We broke up only three and a half months ago—you seriously expect me to believe some ding-dong would ask to marry you, all in that time?"

Nevertheless, he could play along.

"I'm sure as hell not marrying this dumbass," Bakugo stated.

The woozy hurt swam in your eyes, and you could feel the humiliating sneer burning into the back of your head.

"—but I'd be a fucking idiot to deny that we weren't together." His menacing glare held your ex square in the face, and Bakugo unconsciously shifted so you were pressed a little deeper into his chest.

They didn't know what to say, eyes flicking between the both of you as if what he'd said were the most scandalous thing in the world. The ex grew sheepish, obviously growing increasingly more threatened under the gaze of Bakugo Katsuki. 

Not any less egotistical, though.

"What? And we can't have a little chat, then? Just like two old friends?"

"I've seen enough of what's happening here to know that's not how it's gonna be."

He didn't even wait for a response, and instead dipped to slide his arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back, as he held you to his chest once again. Bakugo strode toward the door, shoving it open with a pointed nod to the figure left balking at the bar.

...

You awoke to the soft shifting of your sheets, a handful clumped desperately in the tightness of your grip. Something vaguely sweet and not you lingered on the extra pillow next to you, the same side your fingers curled around.

You rolled up slightly in your place. The pounding headache that panged around your skull reminded you why you couldn't remember much of anything from last night.

Except... 

You gasped, pulling the sheets tightly to your—still very clothed—figure. That didn't make you feel any less bare, though. Especially after who you'd run into. 

A shuffle at your door ignited the already creeping fear of what could have possibly transpired last night. Without moving from your place in bed, you leaned out to look through your bedroom doorway.

The person in your living room was not the person you expected to see. 

The fear was suddenly placed with confusion, which only heightened when the man hurriedly shoving on his shoes froze as he spotted you too.

"Who are you?" 

The handsome stranger paused for a moment longer, as if he were trying to comprehend that you were actually speaking to him.

"I'm your boyfriend." 

How blunt.

You relaxed into a crooked smile, not at all adverse to such an idea.

"Oh, yeah? And how was it that we met?" 

"You tried to pick a fight with me." 

This actually surprised you, and you couldn't hold back the laugh bubbling up your throat.

"Can I ask for my boyfriend's name?"

The man sniffed, nonchalantly stopping in his rush out the door. "My name's Bakugo. Katsuki."

"Katsuki," you mused. "That's a lovely name. I assume you know mine, right?"

He shifted, reaching for the wallet he fished out of your back pocket to get to your spare key. Katsuki grabbed it and flipped it to you across the room. "Had to get you home somehow."

You chewed your lip to bite back a bashful smile. Your words were just barely above a whisper, but Katsuki heard them loud and clear. 

"Thank you for taking care of me."

He huffed the embarrassment away, not willing to show that he'd been staring longer than he'd meant to.

"Don't mention it."

There was a silence as Katsuki slowly began gathering his things again, aiming to smoothly escape out the door. You stopped him in his tracks though, the playful lilt in your voice bending him with your every syllable.

"You know—if you're my boyfriend and all—surely you could stick around a few more minutes?" you teased.

"Are you inviting me to bed," he grunted lowly, facing your unfaltering grin, despite the blush that exploded across your cheeks. 

"I meant to cuddle or something; no offense, but I'm not ready for that, yet."

Katsuki thought for a moment, staring with a slight pout while he weighed his options. 

With a very obvious 'fuck it' shrug, he kicked off his shoes and swept quickly into your room. He climbed atop your covers, grabbing you to his chest—for the fourth (and probably not the last) time in his life.

"I hope I make it a habit of picking fights with you, from here on."