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dinsfire24 · 6 days ago

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Neither of Us Will be Missed

a little something i wrote in a haze at midnight. i've had this idea in my head for a while and it has finally possessed me and forced me to put it on paper. dont mind any pacing errors or spelling errors or grammar errors, the words simply flowed from my fingers and i did not read them again after they left my brain

WARNINGS: blood/violence/injury, probably not canon compliant since i didnt look anything up, madeleine and gunnar's relationship is abusive but it doesn't show much yet

"Come on, boys, we can settle thi-"

Brass knuckles collided with Stan's jaw before he could finish his sentence. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his ass. Stars danced in his vision, a fuzzy halo appearing around the harsh fluorescent lights of the warehouse.

Reggie stepped into his field of view and crouched down to look him in the eye. With a sneer, he told Stan, "Only way we're settling is if you cough up our cash."

Tony popped out from behind Reggie, grinning like the maniac he was. "And you ain't got any cash, Sam," he taunted in that awful sing-song voice.

Stan's mind raced as he searched for a way out of this. He put on his best salesman's smile, despite the coppery taste welling up in his mouth. "Just give me a week, tops," he told them, injecting calmness and bravado into his voice. "I'll get it all to you- plus a little extra for your troubles!"

Wrong thing to say. Reggie's face twisted in disgust, while Tony didn't bother hiding his sadistic glee. The latter's hand darted out and grabbed Stan's wrist, dragging him roughly to his feet; he tried to pull away, but the crazy bastard had an iron grip.

Reggie's gaze, which had been fixed on Stan, shifted to burning a hole in the back of Tony's head. The big boss's eyes narrowed. "Not yet, Tony."

The warning in his voice was enough to make Stan shudder. He'd heard the same tone many times, usually right before a beating. Tony acted unruffled, but the flicker of fear in his eyes was a dead giveaway; he wasn't any safer from Reggie than the other sops in this dead-end town.

Still, the wiry man shot Reggie a shit-eating grin. "Don't be like that, Reg. I was just gonna rough him up a little. Y'know, knock some sense into him!"

Reggie squared his shoulders and opened his mouth. Fortunately for everyone, the distant sound of a whistle cut him off.

Tony jerked away from Stan like he'd been burned. A few of the goons surrounding them simply booked it, and the rest didn't seem much better, brandishing their weapons and whispering amongst themselves. Even Reggie himself stiffened at the sound.

Stan slowly crept away, trying to bring himself closer to the back door. No one even looked at him; they were all staring at the entrance to the warehouse. What the hell was going on?

His answer came in the form of a door flying through the air. A dozen people poured through the new opening, led by a tall, muscular woman dressed in black combat gear. She bolted towards Reggie and Tony, who finally started moving—away from the lady in black.

A gunfight quickly broke out around them, sending the warehouse into chaos. Stan hauled himself into a storage crate so he could watch things play out.

Seeing Tony run wasn't too surprising. The man was a rat who ditched at the first sign of trouble, and he was probably thanking his lucky stars that he wouldn't get thrashed tonight. Reggie, though...

Reggie was a mountain of a man with a thousand dirty tricks up his sleeves, not too different from Stan himself. Unlike Stan, though, he never backed down from a fight. He had his goons do the dirty work for him most of the time, but when it came down to it, he was always able to finish the job. And yet here he was, backing away as this mystery woman sprinted towards him.

She gained on Reggie quick, too, even after he broke into a run. She didn't slow down for a moment. Not when she tackled him to the ground, not when she brought her fist down like lightning to his face, not when he thrashed desperately in an attempt to throw her off, and not even when he finally stopped moving. She just leapt to her feet and darted off to find her next target.

Chaos surrounded him. People on both sides dropped like flies—although the Graverobbers seemed to be losing many more than the newcomers were. It would be the perfect time for Stan to leave. No one would notice he was gone until after it was all over.

And yet all he could do was stare at this frenzied whirlwind of a woman. She moved like she was trying to tear the world apart, one thundering step at a time. And she never stopped, either. He wondered what would happen once she'd knocked out or killed everyone in the room. Would she turn on her allies and tear them apart too? Or would she simply cease to exist without someone to fight?

It seemed that soon, Stan would find out. After Reggie had gone down, most of the Graverobbers had gotten the hell out of dodge. The rest became easy pickings for Mystery Woman and her friends.

He sighed as he hunkered down in the crate. He should have left when he had the chance; now he was likely to get shot if he tried to escape. All he could do was wait it out and pray nobody had noticed him.

Unfortunately, it seemed like his luck had run out. Mystery Woman went straight for him after she finished off her final target. He tensed, preparing to dive out of the way when she tackled him, until—

Another whistle rang out. Mystery Woman stopped in her tracks, head snapping towards the source: a thin man in a perfectly pressed suit, walking through the broken doorway. "Down, Madeleine," he said with a strange half-smile.

Mystery Woman—Madeleine—shot Stan a puzzled, irritated look. "But he's..."

The man shook his head. "He's one of us."

That left Stan as confused as Madeleine had been a moment ago, but it seemed to assuage her concerns. She blinked, the tension draining from her shoulders. After peering around the warehouse for a moment, she said cautiously, "We're done here."

"Not quite," the man replied coolly. "You and I have business with this poor, lost soul."

He nodded to Stan, who would have protested that if Madeleine hadn't been there. Considering the fact that he'd just watched her rip through half of a gang without stopping, though...

He swallowed his feelings and put his salesman's smile back on. "The name's Sam Parker. It's, uh, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Madeleine just stared at him, but the man in the suit smiled and held out his hand. "Gunnar Cooke, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

As Stan went for the handshake, Gunnar leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You know, you don't seem to have anywhere else to go. Mind coming with us and answering a few questions?"

He stiffened. A few questions? Yeah, right. This guy had bad news written all over him. Then again, if he walked away here, Gunnar would probably just send Madeleine after him...

So, even though he could think of many reasons why he shouldn't, Stan just smiled. "Eh, why not?"

#my writing #gravity falls #stan pines #stanley pines #mullet stan #oc x canon #i mean not yet but. it will be if i write any more #idk what else to tag this #quinn originals #i definitely should tag it with that

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newtonsheffield · 2 years ago

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Hello molly!!! i missed little cute katie. My heart aches, please dont do that to my heart. Can we see her please?? of any fic you want

Should we check in with Lavender haze baby Kate?

Mary couldn't stop staring at the little girl, sat on the sofa in her tiny flat, her legs hanging over the side, the tiny sneakers lighting up as they hit it. She'd felt the panic in her chest from the moment Tharman had called her, his voice wobbling,

"Hey, babe, I have... kind of a huge favour to ask you."

Mary had bit the inside of her cheek already nervous, "Um okay, shoot?"

"I've... got this meeting I've been called into and normally I'd have my parents watch Katie but they're out of town and so are my sisters and I wondered if maybe...?"

"Oh Um- No, yeah, definitely, I can... I can watch Katie." She swallowed thickly, "I can... watch your daughter." A four year old.

She knew he had Kate, of course, she did, and watching them together had been one of the reasons why, when he'd smiled at her, her heart had fluttered in her chest and her cheeks had burned while he'd written down his phone number and the tiny girl had waved up at her with the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. She'd even spent time with Kate before, but never without Tharman, never had she been responsible for a tiny life. And the idea scared her more than a little.

"Don't worry." He'd whispered in her ear as he'd stood at the door. "She's a really calm kid, she's got no known allergies, and she's four: Basically impossible to ruin at this point, I've done it already."

She'd let out a shaky smile, "We'll be great, super great."

Kate had smiled, taking Mary's hand as she'd led her inside "You can take a seat on the Sofa Katie, we can watch some cartoons."

"Okay!" The tiny girl had said, jumping along instead of walking, her curly hair bouncing "Do you have The Little Mermaid? that's my favourite one, or um- Beauty and The Beast?"

"I have both of those." Mary smiled, relaxing a little.

And there they still were.

She was beautiful, Kate was. Adorable and sweet and so ready to love everything and everyone around her. Mary had always known she wanted children in a vague sort of way where she saw a mother with their child and thought That seems nice.But recently, as she spent more and more time with Katie and Tharman she'd been thinking about it more.

It felt nice, when Kate walked between them with her one of her hands in each of theirs. And it was nice when Kate patted her on the head while Mary tied her shoes for her and whispered Pretty. It felt almost as though they were a family, even though they didn't live together yet, and the feeling settling in Mary's chest could only be described as one thing: Maternal.

"This is my favourite part." Kate whispered as the rainbow went up over the wedding boat and MAry couldn't help but smile.

"You like the ending?"

Kate nodded, grinning, her hand landing on Mary's arm, "They're in love. I like that."

Mary smiled, tucking the little girl's hair behind her ear, "That is nice."

"Are you in love with my daddy?"

Mary's eyes widened in surprise, her stomach dropping, "Oh, Um-"

Yes. The answer came to her immediately, had been for weeks now, but she hadn't been brave enough to say it.

"He said you're his special friend and sometimes special friends fall in love and get married."

Mary cleared her throat, her teeth biting her lip, "I um... I do love your daddy, yes."

Kate's eyes lit up, "So you're going to get married?"

"He hasn't asked me to." Mary flushed.

"Want me to ask him to ask you?"

Mary cleared her throat, "That's... okay." She clapped her hands, searching desperately for a new topic of conversation, "Why don't you and I go and get some lunch? That'd be pretty neat right?"

Kate nodded, jumping off the sofa, "Okay!"

And Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really like your boots." Kate's feet were swinging as they sat on a bench, the little girl happily eating the ice cream she'd conned out of Mary.

Mary starred down at the Doc Martens she'd had for years, the bright pink laces a little frayed. "Do you?"

"Yeah!" Kate nodded, " they look like they'd be great at jumping in puddles."

"They're pretty great at that."

"These shoes always get wet." Kate sighed, and Mary had no idea what made her say it.

"Well, I didn't get you a present for your birthday yet, and I know it's coming up, what do you say we go try on some boots?"

Kate's eyes widened and she let out an excited gasp, "Really?! We'd look the same then!"

"Would you like it if we looked the same?"

Kate nodded, scrambling over to sit on Mary's lap, "I'd love that."

"Well, lets buy some boots then."

Mary could already feel it, the love growing for Kate as they stood side by side in the store, Kate jumping up and down excitedly as she tried on the tiny pair of boots, her delight written all over her face as Mary said-

"You wanna wear them home?"

"Yes!"

"Your daughter's beautiful." The sales assistant said as she swiped Mary's credit card, smiling down at Kate who couldn't stop staring at her and mary in the mirror, her eyes moving over them as though she was trying to remember every second.

"She is beautiful." Mary hadn't even thought to correct her, taking Kate's hand, I'm super lucky."

She did feel a little less lucky when Tharman found them, Kate still insisting on wearing her new boots inside as they coloured in together and Kate called out

"Papa! Mary took me to lunch, and got me ice cream and these new boots for my birthday! Oh! And she loves you and she's waiting on you asking her to marry you!"

In fact, Mary could have died.

#lavender haze au #kate sharma #kate sheffield #mary sharma #sharma family feels #molly’s asks and answers

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pompadourpink · 2 years ago

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Bonjour! I just saw the ask of the lost 17 year old and I cant help but feel like Im in a similar position. I'm 28 years old and I feel like I shouldve figured out what I want to do in life. I feel like I wasted my 20s on simply going with the flow and "ill figure it out later" mentality. I've also recently been fired from a job I should love but after three months I found so boring. I stayed there for a year just to get some exeprience. Now that Im unemployed again I get rejected over and over again and feel so useless. Even for jobs Im excited about the passion fizzles, and I dont even know what I want to do. Or what I'm even good at anymore.

Hello dear,

Dr Write too much, PhD, is back in the office, woohoo!

One, you're not supposed to have an epiphany one night and find out what your calling is. You don't have one. You're not a machine. You're a brain in a meat suit and you came without instructions, which means you don't have a function. Capitalism put us in this position. Existing is enough, and work is a human invention - food and shelter originally didn't have a price tag. We tend to think of the Ancient Greeks as the most advanced, wisest civilisation there's ever been. Do you think they wondered about what their manager is going to say if they dodged their phone call at 9pm on Friday or lost sleep over getting ghosted on Tinder? No, they had a lot of wine, a lot of bread, a lot of sex, and walked around in beautiful gardens with their companions. And they didn't feel bad about it. Why would they?

Two, you can reinvent yourself as many times as you want. Storytime!

When I went to Rome for my birthday back in 2018, I bumped into a Colosseo guide named Tahar who was around my boomer father's age and so happy to make a friend he started telling me about his life over breakfast, how he had studied physics, loved the stars, never had a family so he travelled a lot, had been in Rome for about a month, and gotten the job by hanging out around the Colosseo and having little talks with other guides in French, English, Arabic and broken Italian until their boss decided to hire him just because he was friendly. He even confessed that at night, he would go and have a drink in fancy bars to try and find tourists to sell tours to at a higher price so he could pocket the difference.

At the time, I was nearly 26, ten days away from leaving a terrible minimum-wage job, had lived in the same area of the country my whole life and the same city for 8 years, had a recently broken heart and was still recovering from a severe case of mononucleosis that is still to this day the worst pain I've ever felt.

I didn't stay in touch with Tahar because he got flirty and started insinuating that it wasn't too late for him to settle down and have a kid or two while holding my hands and that was not going to happen. However, I still think about him once in a while, when I catch myself being paralysed by fear of the unknown.

My guy had nothing, no house, furniture, wife, kids, local friends, parents, savings, was paid to ramble about history and make jokes in the sunshine, lived paycheck to paycheck; and he was happy, tanned, eating fruit and drinking wine with a huge smile on his face nella bella Roma, kilometres away from thinking of himself as a failure. He was doing exactly what he wanted, and where, and when, and with whom, and while he clearly wasn't a role model, he is the one person I have ever met who lived life on his own terms and is 100% going to die without regrets.

Three, take a step back. I talked about it recently but it is vital that we calm down and stop chasing numbers and short-lived adrenaline. Go spend a day outside, at the beach, in the countryside, the mountains - it doesn't matter, just away from home, and lay down, relax, and listen to what the world has to say to you. We all love to think that happiness is our number one priority, but it is rarely the case - I hinted about it in the 17-year-old post: if you think of your perfect day and compare it to your current circumstances, those two lists would be very different. We keep talking to people who make us miserable, eating stuff that gives us tumtum aches, wearing shoes that hurt our feet, and wonder why we are upset and can't sleep well.

And I'm guilty of that too. I have always had that mental image of the seaside, a walk on the beach, the sun, a dog, lavender ice cream, a man and a couple of kids running around, and then home, a movie, a blanket, the fire. I don't have any of that. I live in a very grey city, alone with my geriatric cat, working all day long, not knowing where to go, changing my mind constantly, thinking maybe I should just stay here and keep saving money for a house, drowning in my routines like a little hamster on a wheel. I love my life, but I'm not satisfied yet, because like you, my 20s were spent differently, and now I'm trying to catch up a little.

The truth is that I'll never be where my former classmates who took a different path are, but they will also never be where I am. They have more regrets than me. They look at my life, my freedom, my absence of morning alarm, my joy, my projects, my head full of dreams, and they envy me. I am *that girl* who spent an hour this morning looking up how to move to Barcelona as an entrepreneur within the Schengen space. You are her too, people just won't tell you.

So what do you do now? You find a part-time job you're not going to hate and won't have to take home at night so you can pay bills, you look for your joy until you find it, you explore your interests, figure out your goals, maybe see if you have a (current or potential future) skill you could use to start a side-business, alone or with another person, whether it's baking or tailoring, that you could do routinely without hating yourself after a while, and spend your free time doing exactly what you want. If it fails, the end of the road is very far away and you can always try again.

It won't be a waste of time. That's not how time works.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

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keefwho · 1 year ago

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September 28 - 2023 Thursday

10:40pm

I didn't journal last night because I was up late chatting with Daisy.

This morning I had a hard time decided breakfast but I picked my last sausage pattie in a hamburger bun with a side of rice. My diet has been pretty non-varied lately so I'm trying to remember to eat something as different as possible every meal aside from my usual chicken dinner but even that might get changed up.

Stream didn't go so well. I just couldn't figure out what to work on. I'm sort of idea burnt out right now. In the past I would have been tired of the process but I feel like I can draw forever. Its just coming up with interesting ideas I actually want to do and not just the same poses and scenarios over and over. I ended stream very early, only about 30 minutes in. I also had to use the bathroom pretty bad. I felt bad about ending but also I knew that I honestly needed a break. I still do I think. I've been so focused on creating ideas that I haven't been taking in any information. I'm reverbing in my own brain. I need some fresh content to go off of.

After stream I honestly can't remember what I did. I somehow managed to kill a couple hours by doing actually nothing. Maybe watching a Twitch stream, maybe working a little bit on my room scan, and trying to find something to clean. Eventually I decided to fellate myself but I probably shouldn't have, I ended up not being very into it and because of that it took about 40 minutes.

Lunch was a few chicken fries, fish stick, and a macaroni cup. I had been looking forward to working on something while watching a stream on the side. Instead I had joined Eggs server and she showed up along with a couple of her friends. It was a nice call for the most part. Some of it was her friends nonstop narrating their OSU gameplay which rotted my brain but that stopped. For a bit it was just me and her and we share mutual feelings about being glad we bumped into each other for similar reasons. She was sort of isolating after a friend group break up and I also have very few social connections. I had been working on a halloween pic of Adora for Daisy in this call. Egg and her friend were watching and complimented me a lot which was nice, they really like my coloring brush. When I was done with the pic I left.

I felt terrible for Daisy today because of her finding out her insurance doesn't cover mental visits and also she had a bad day at work. Thats part of the reason I did the halloween pic. I didn't mean to get the whole thing done today but I thought it would make her feel at least a little better. I don't think I play myself up enough because that pic only took 2 hours. I think a lot of artist wish they could draw something so complete in that time. At this point its normal for me so it doesn't feel like anything special but I should take pride in being able to crank something out like this when it's needed.

After a little stream watching Daisy and I played Zelda together for just a little bit before her mom got home. When she hopped off my friend Will messaged and reminded me that we had planned to hang out in VRchat tonight so we did that for a bit. It was cool catching up with him even though I forgot about the plans and didn't quite feel up to socializing with someone I hadn't talked to in a decade. It was worth it though. We got him an avatar and showed him my cabin before getting crashed at a Black Cat.

Daisy and I chatted before bed as usual while I'm been Twitch gambling. I'm running another room scan alignment tonight and hoping it goes better with new settings. I dont want to settle for a lame result.

Its nearly time I try to figure out a new plan to self therapy. I've just stopped for a bit to regroup because everything kinda stopped working. I got too focused on certain things and at the same time not focused enough on others. I wasn't very coordinated in general, so much so I can't even describe exactly what the problem was. Just that I was so scattered. Whatever I try next will be more structured and focused.

I've naturally been better about feeling secure in my relationships. It might only be temporary but I've been aware of how miserable and harmful it is to not trust in my close bonds. Especially when I'm given so much reassurance. Sure I have legitimate reasons I end up feeling like this but it's still so goofy. Sometimes I just say fuck past experiences and so called trauma. I want to be happy and at least sometimes I can be.

#journal #diary

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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six. “friends die together”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

kenma slowly opened his eyes. the dim rays of the sun were slowly peeking through his bedroom window as he stretched and rolled around his bed, wrapping himself up in a blanket burrito as he felt his eyes slowly fluttering close once again.

it had been atleast a week since he's actually gotten sleep, and now he's just trying to relish in the feeling of rest before he completely disregards it again.

all of a sudden, his phone rang.

"what the.." he mumbled with a groan

it was currently five in the morning, and he knew kuroo was smart enough not to call him. especially since kenma would usually just be gaming or would just straight up ignore him.

"hello?" he muttered to the phone, not bothering to check the ID

"good morning!" y/n's chirpy la-di-da voice resonated from the phone

immediately, kenma groaned and rolled his eyes. he had to fight the urge of hanging up the phone then and there.

"what do you want? and why are you calling me so early in the morning?" kenma asked

"now, now! don't be so stingy kenma-kun!" she laughed "i just wanted to check up on ya, that's all" she said, followed by soft humming of a melody

kenma blinked as he groggily listened to her words. "oh. okay.."

"thanks for that, i guess.." he said

"aww! your voice is all deep and gravelly in the morning! very hot." she chirped

kenma sighed. he could practically sense the stupid flirty smile appearing on her face. "and you sound oh so happy. as always." kenma chirped back sarcastically

a small smile grazed his lips as she started laughing on the other line.

"oh, kenma! you're so funny!" she chuckled "when have i ever been happy?"

"wait what-"

"anyways, kenma-kun.." she trailed off, her cheerful tone now dropped as an eerily serious and guarded one replaced it.

"y-yes?" kenma gulped

"im afraid im in a tight spot as we speak. its quite critical. please come to the location i will send you." she spoke in a monotonous tone

"huh? wait!" kenma exclaimed. he sat up on his bed, subconsciously reaching for his nekoma jacket which was messily laid out on the foot of his bed. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his hands were shaking, as well as his voice.

"its a crisis! only you can help!" she said

"okay. i-i'll be there.."

humming under her breath, y/n patiently waited for kenma to arrive. she didn't have so much faith at first, but once she heard the soft thumping of feet on the ground, she grinned.

"w-what happened?" kenma asked through ragged breaths as he skidded to a halt infront of her "a-and what are you wearing?" kenma asked

he took notice of her rather formal attire, laying underneath the sand colored coat she had. his brows then shot up as he calmed his ragged breathing.

"is this because of your weird detective work thing? did you get trapped?" kenma asked worriedly. when she didn't answer, he simply panicked even more. "why did you call me?! you should've called those other detective people!" kenma exclaimed

"i got in myself" she admitted with a small innocent smile

"what?" kenma deadpanned, now starting to regret running atleast eight blocks just to help her

"well, you see.. i heard there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum. so i decided to give it a shot" she said with the same innocent smile. she then chuckled sheepishly as she started sinking deeper into the oil drum.

"but now that i've wedged myself in this deep, i can't get out on my own" she said

kenma simply stared her down, looking unamused, tired and annoyed. "i see." he says

"i think i might die" she pouted as she sank deeper into the drum.

kenma grunted and sat on the ground, sitting a few feet from the drum she was stuck in. he was kind of impressed on how her whole body hadn't snapped in two yet.

"well, isn't that what you wanted?" kenma said with a huff of annoyance

"i like suicide" she said with a scoff, sounding somewhat offended "but i don't like suffering and pain! why would i?"

"i see" kenma said with a sigh. he sat up from the ground and narrowed his eyes, trying to look for a way to free her from the oil drum

"also, i learned this only after i stuffed myself in here, but it wasn't even a suicide method!" she laughed

"but, it was actually a torture method from the-"

before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off as kenma pushed the oil drum over, sending her and the drum rolling off. he let out a huge breath of air as he cradled his aching hands.

"ni-nice job, kenma-kun" she squeaked out as she wiggled free of the drum. "but now.. we have only an hour left before school starts" she said as she patted down her clothes and combed her fingers through her hair

"and i heard from nekomata-san that he has some news that you boys would surely love" she said as she stretched her aching muscles

"are we really gonna move past the fact that you wedged yourself in an oil drum!?" kenma exclaimed in aggravation

". . ." she looked at him with a dumb smile before sending him a wink and a thumbs up.

"yep! we sure are!"

"i hate you so much" kenma muttered

she smirked teasingly and loomed over his shoulder "hehehe~ well if you hate me so much, then why go through all the trouble to help me?" she cooed

kenma scoffed and flicked her away. "because we're.." he trailed off "nevermind.." a small blush covered his cheeks faintly, but it was enough to get her attention.

she chuckled lowly and poked his cheeks. she narrowed her eyes and tauntingly stared him down. "oya? what's this, kenma-kun? do you like me or something?~" she teased

kenma flinched and covered his cheeks with his hands "no! no i don't!" he quickly denied "i just thought that.." he muttered quietly

"since we're friends and all.. i thought it'd be right to help you.." kenma admitted bashfully

stunned from his words, she couldn't really do anything but stare at him blankly with widened eyes. "we're friends?" she asked

kenma spluttered at her response, suddenly feeling anxious and embarrassed, thinking that he overstepped their 'relationship'

"um- i mean.. i just thought that since we've been hanging out but.." kenma said nervously. he fiddled with his hands as he looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

"sorry, i guess i overstepped. sorry for misreading things" he apologised

finally realising what she's done, she gasped in horror as she looked at his heartbroken expression "oh my gosh." she muttered "im so sorry!"

she frantically patted his back, and stroked his hair "i-i meant like- i didnt know you considered me as a friend!" she exclaimed "i kind of thought you just see me as a suicidal leech or something!" she shrieked

"im sorry kenma! kill me now!" she exclaimed dramatically

kenma finally looked up to see her tearing some of her bandages off, only for her to tie it tightly around her neck.

"im sorry!" she cried as she squeezed tightly, trying to strangle herself to death

"wait! don't do that!" kenma said in panic. his hands pried the bandages off and hastily threw them away.

"you don't have to kill yourself over me" kenma sighed

she sniffled and crushed him in her arms "kenma! you are most certainly my most treasured friend!" she cried

"i would die for you and with you!"

"let's not go too far" kenma said with a small smile

"shall we start with the double suicide now?" she asks, fully ignoring his interjection

"no <3"

"fukurodani?" she muttered, looking quite confused and clueless

"yes. it seems a three-day practice match has been scheduled" nekomata said with a smile "their coach suggested the idea and who was i to decline, am i right?" nekomata chuckled

"this will be a good opportunity for the team to train and explore new ways of playing for future tournaments." nekomata then looked at y/n and sent her a close eyed smile. "and a chance for you to test your managing skills, y/n-san" he said

she nodded in agreement.

"well then, now that that's settled.. you’re free to go! rest up and eat well! you'll be playing nonstop starting tomorrow" nekomata said as he ushered them out of the gym

"thanks, coach!" the team yelled

as the team arrives by the gate, they started to disperse. fukunaga, inouka, teshiro, and shibayama ended up declining the offer of an afterschool hangout. they claimed they needed the rest for upcoming games, so they left them be.

"bye guys! bye y/n-senpai! see you tomorrow!!" inouka yelled from across the street. the energetic first year was waving both his arms around while shibayama drags him along. fukunaga sends them a quick nod and a small wave before they completely disappear from sight.

"hm, so what do you guys wanna do?" kai asks with a smile

"let's eat!" lev suggested with a grin

"sure. where should we go? i don't really have a particular craving right now" kai said as he looked at his friends expectantly

"we should eat at the diner near that convenience store" yaku says "it's cheap and they serve great food"

simply humming to herself, y/n takes a quick look at the boys who seemed to be lost in their own conversations. her (e/c) colored eyes then landed on kenma, who seemed to busy with his game.

kuroo was holding on his bag, making sure the pudding-head wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic. she smiled at the boy, taking in his overwhelmingly beautiful features.

yamamoto was beside her, ranting about his friends from karasuno and their 'goddess of a manager'

"we’re here!" lev unnecessarily announced as he skipped into the said diner. "what should we eat?" he asks

"fish-" ; "meat-"

yaku and kuroo freeze and look at each other. their eyes silently roam one another as they look at the other with judgment.

"hah? are we really doing this again, yakkun?" kuroo scowled. the taller bedheaded male leaned down to get all up in yaku's face, while the latter simply did the same

"dont call me that stupid nickname, bedhead!" yaku scowled as well "and fish? pssh, what are you a grandpa?" yaku said with a snicker

"could you stop making comments proving you lack docosahexaenoic acid?" kuroo sneered in aggravation

"you're ought to eat more fish to fix that.. maybe even your height problem!" kuroo taunted

yaku scowled and gripped the taller boy's collar "your stupid face is begging to be hit!"

"no! kuroo-san, don't let him hit you!" lev yelled "he's feral!"

"oi! shut up!" taketora hissed as he covered lev's mouth with his hand

yaku turned to face lev, evidently irked and angered by his comment. "hah?! come here, you tall lampost! -"

"wah! yaku-san i didnt even do anything!" lev exclaimed with teary eyes as the shorter boy continued to kick him

kai and taketora then took initiative to calm their friends down. partially because they didn't want anyone injured. but mostly because they were fighting infront of the diner, and it was starting to get embarrassing.

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed in a sing song tone

kenma sighed and quickly glanced at her, before averting his attention back to his game "what?" he said

she smiled and laced their arms together. she then pointed to a bridge not so far away from where they were standing. "you see that bridge?" she asked "and the pretty river under it?"

"oh god. i see where this is going." kenma groaned. he turned off his game and followed her finger, eyeing the bridge she was talking about.

"wouldn't it be so nice if we just jump off-"

"how about we don't do that?" kenma cut her off with a sigh

"but you're my friend right?" she whined childishly "don't friends die together?!"

"how about we don't die at all. doesn't that sound better?" kenma tried to convince her with a sheepish smile

her smile fell as she narrowed his eyes, seemingly disgusted and offended by his statement.

"what? no, not at all."

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livelovelaug-h · 4 years ago

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Stressed

New girl fanfic ofc, Schmidt x reader

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A/n: I know I have a lot of stories to get to especially That 70s Show but I finally had an idea for a new girl fanfic. Take it easy on me this is my first new girl fanfic haaha!!!

"you're stress eating aren't you?"

It was 9 p.m. and you were in the loft eating a burger when Schmidt walked in.

"No I'm not."

"You're eating that sandwich like your life depends on it, now tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed. "Ugh it's a lot of things schmidt."

"Are you not having any sex y/n is that it? because we can fix that." You gave him a look.

"No its not that. I mean kinda but...- no, I'm tired of not having long relationships and I'm almost 28 I should be pretty settled in."

"That's not true, none of us are settled down and we're older than you by a little."

"Yeah I guess your right. I just dont feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be in my life."

"I know you wanted to do more acting stuff by now but I would say I'm very proud of you for how far you've come. I mean you did a commerical for crying out loud! Not to mention you got over your fears. Stop being so hard on yourself woman, you'll get more jobs, I mean look at you."

You bit your lip & smiled. "Thank you so much schmidt, that means a lot to me."

" no problem, that's what I'm here for cuz I'm cool. I'm the cool one. The one with the best advice. That's why they call me mr. Advice guy. Advice here, Get your advice here"

"Alright no one calls you that, and I wouldn't go that far." You laughed. "But I think miller might be a little cooler than you.."

"Oh please."

Grabbing your hot sauce you tried to pour it down schmidt's mouth. "I know Miller would definitely drink this." he grabbed your wrist midway.

"Of course I wouldn't I'm not an animal."

2 secs, 3 seconds, 4

schmidt didnt let you go, both of you holding each others stare. It was the connection you've been wanting for awhile.

He spoke up: " are you thinking what I'm thinking? Solve one of your stressed out problems."

Grinning widely you shook your head. "Let's do it." Tugging on his arm you walked him towards his room.

He closed the door and grabbed your face kissing you. You were in heaven you couldnt believe schmidt was kissing you. That was one reason why you were stressed out. You liked him but didnt have enough courage to tell him, plus he didnt seem like he wanted a relationship since he was with a new girl ;) almost every week.

You guys walked back towards the bed, you laying down and him following suit. he leaned on top of you, stopped, and pulled back and spoke up walking towards the door;

"We can't do this."

You were kinda embarrassed. He probably didnt like you like you, I mean its schmidt he's hot and you dont your his type.

"Oh?" Is all you could say. Almost like a deer in headlights.

" I'm sorry I can usually do this with anyone."

Punch number 2 to the gut.

" oh okay nooo, I understand you cant do it when you know you cant get it up." You said shyly getting up.

"What no no, I can get it up. Trust me I can get it up. It's just I cant do it with you because- because I like you y/n. I've actually liked you for a while. I don't just want to jump into bed with you, like I normally would."

You were in shock. You raised your eyebrows.

" you were dating that guy and then you seemed upset so I didn't want to interfere or be the rebound, which I mean I wouldn't have minded but instead I just tried to distract myself with other women." At this point you were smiling so hard your face could fall off.

"Wow I wasnt expecting that, but I've liked you for a while too. I can't believe that our Schmidt is ready to try relationship."

" well hey, I didn't say all that." He joked. "I'm kidding I would like to try with you. How does dinner tomorrow around 7 sound?"

"It sounds great. I cant wait. I'll see you then."

"See you then." He closed the gap in between you guys and kissed you passionately. You could feel yourself heating up and getting red but you liked this feeling. You could get used to this.

"Good night schmidt.''

"Good night y/n."

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The end

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qweeby · 4 years ago

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Nine Lives To Short Part 4: Not Yours To Lose

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Paring: Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Angst

Taglist @foxypuppy @bakuhoetoedoroki

Plot: You only have 9 days to tell him how you feel but maybe 9 days just isn't enough

-The time as come for your date-

"You ready, Cat?" Shinsou asks opening the taxi door "Yeah I'm ready Shinsou" you say with smile.

" JUST GET IN CAR YOU IDIOTS!" Katsuki yells while he kicks Hitoshi in the back "Ok Ok calm down Bakugou!".

All of you get in taxi, you in the middle, Shinsou on the left and Bakugo on the right. "Again why is Bakugo coming on our date?"

Kaminari closes the taxi door " Because I'm broke, Izuku has training to do and plus...."

Bakugo takes it wallet and waves a credit card in your face " I have Icy Hot's credit card!".

Izuku looks surprised " Hey I-isnt that Endeavor's?...."

Without saying a word Bakugo just rolls up the window sticking his tongue out at the both of them. "KACCHAN DON'T WASTE EVERYTHING ON ENDEAVOR'S CREDIT CARD!"

" LIKE LOSING 50 CENT IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT TO THE NUMBER 1 HERO SHUT UP DEKU! AND YOU DARE TELL ICY HOT".

Bakugo kicks the drivers set "THIS IS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT PULLING OFF EARLIER! DRIVE DUMBASS!"

The taxi takes drives off, you slap Bakugou in the back of the head " What's wrong with you don't talk to the driver like that! HE'S LITERALLY THE ONE DRIVING US TO OUR DESTINATION"

"Tch, be glad I got this extra moving this damn thing".

Hitoshi sigh while you and Bakugo argue back and forth " Hey Y/N"

You and Bakugo are pulling on each other's face pinching one other but then stop to look at Shinsou "Yeah?"

"OI DON'T IGNORE ME!"

"That eyepatch that Denki gave you is it bothering you?"

"OH YEAH THE EYEPATCH" while the boys were visiting you Kaminari gave you an Eyepatch for your "messed up eye" as a get well soon gift that he asked Momo to make.

"It's fine Hitoshi you don't have to keep checking in on me"

"Well that's not true I should always be checking in on you I basically have to since you like to keep secrets"

The taxi stops at a red light....behind a line of traffic.

"Secrets? What about my secrets am I not aloud to have them Shinsou?"

Hitoshi crosses his arms "Well when you keep secrets about the pain you're feeling that's definitely not something to keep to yourself but here you are". You look at Shinsou but he doesn't look at you he actually turns away from you facing the window.

"Hitoshi...."

" OI WHY DID WE STOP MOVING?"

The taxi driver looks back at Bakugo and points to the now green, " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU POINTING AT THE LIGHT IS GREEN KEEP IT MOVING!".

" Hitoshi what's up with you why are you acting like this?"

Hitoshi face palm's "I've been like this for the pass week! I've noticed you've been acting weird first it's asking for your quirk to be Erasure by Aizawa then you don't eat lunch! THEN you asked that stupid hypothetical".

" YOU'RE STILL ON THE QUESTION"

"YES YOU THINK I JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT THE NEXT DAY HELL THE ONLY WAY I KNEW YOU WERE HURTING WAS BECAUSE I HAD USED MY QUIRK ON YOUR DAD.

You look away from Shinsou crossing your arms as well shouting at him "YOU USED YOUR QUIRK ON MY DAD WHAT HECK SHINSOU WHAT'S !WRONG WITH YOU. Do you think this is easy for me? having to deal with that fact that I'm running out of time and I only have 9 days left to live! You think I can just blurt that out!".

Hitoshi finally looks at you but the look in his eyes....the look of despair is all you see.

"What...."

"Shinsou i-...I can explain...."

"YOU'RE DYING IN 9 DAYS! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!"

"Hitoshi...this isn't the time or place to talk about this!" You lean back hitting you head on the window but then you realize, " Wait I'm sitting in the middle how did I hit the window, why didn't I hit Baku...BAKUGO!

You and Hitoshi stick your heads out of the window to see Bakugo jumping on top of each car and truck hoping car to car making his way back to the taxi from the front of the line of traffic yelling " OI YOU SHITTY DRIVER!"

" BAKUGO GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THIS TAXI".

Bakugo being Bakugo ignore you and stomps on the hood of the taxi " SHITTY FUCKING DIVER ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

"Y-yes?.."

" YOUR QUIRK TELL ME WHAT IT IS NOW! RIGHT NOW"

" W-when I tap my foot I-i can make people see different colors... it's not special why d -do you ask....".

Explosions pop in Katsuki's hand like someone lit thousands of firecrackers all at once " IT'S YOU YOU'RE THE REASON WHY EVERYONE IS STUCK HERE DAMMIT THAT LIGHT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE FUCK BLUE! IT'S SUPPOSE TO BE GREEN LIKE DEKU!".

The taxi driver claps his hands turning off his quirk making the traffic light turn back to green.

" W-what do I do now-".

Bakugo steps on the windshield cracking it.

" When I get in that back seat you better STEP.ON.THE.FUCKING.PETALLLL!!! YOU GOT IT!" The taxi driver nods with tears in his eyes waiting for Katsuki to get back in taxi.

Bakugou walks to back of the taxi getting in as he grinds his teeth slamming the door, " AND QUIT YOUR JOB WHEN YOU DROP US OFF YOU SUCK AT DOING SUCH A BASICALLY HUMAN REQUIREMENT I FUCKING QUIRKLESS WANNABE CAN DO THIS 50 TIMES FUCKING FASTER AND BETTER!".

The driver rides off while you and Hitoshi are left dumb founded " Bakugo....what the actual fuck". Bakugo ignores the both of them "Shut up! Don't say a word to me it's not me who you should be talking to right now."

Hitoshi puts his hood over his head " That's what I meant back keeping secret...what the hell am I suppose to do with that information"

" I don't know! Do what you will with it!"

" THAT'S WHAT YOU SAY! DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH IT?!"

You go quite as you hear that spine chilling voice once again.

He says...." You are such a fool"

" AND THERE YOU GO NOT SAYING ANYTHING!"

"HITOSHI SHUT THE HELL UP WHY ARE YOU SO WORKED UP ABOUT EVERYONE IS GONNA DIE! You are never gonna know when you will die! We could die in a car crashes right now and say fuck my 9 days left! THAT'S HOW THE WORLD IS!".

Hitoshi grabs you by your shoulder and hood falls off but in the process of it falling you and Bakugo see his his tearful face.

" It's not suppose to happen to you Y/n NOT THIS EARLY W-WE STILL HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO-"

You punch the back the head of the driver's seat yelling " WAKE UP HITOSHI I'M NOT YOURS TO LOSE!"

"How could you say that.... your gonna lose him Y/N"

" I need to get out of this car right now..."

Hitoshi says as he unlocks his side of the taxi the door.

" Hey! Where are you going! Hitoshi!"

" Don't say what you think he's just blowing off steam...but you'll explode....it always come to that point"

The clouds above start to settle making there dark night sky into grey gloomy night.

" Where are you going back to her!?!"

He stops walking "Of course he does".

" Who told you..."

You start to laugh as rain lightly pours down, " Ha HA WOW! Looks whose keeping secrets now!"

" Tch it's technically not a secret if you knew for a while"

"Hitoshi don't get smart with me just get back in the car please".

"No I'm not getting in".

In the blink of a eye the rain turns from a light shower to heavy, the sound of every droplet hitting the ground can be heard.

Bakugo closes his eyes as he knows what's about to happen "Fucking dumbass's"

" Hitoshi get in the car!"

"IM NOT GETTING IN THE CAR"

"FINE GO BACK TO HATSUME!"

Hitoshi clenches his fist "MEI HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU DIEING SO DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS IT'S NOT HER FAULT"

" Y/N...you are such a fool" the cat says as he lays ontop of the car rooftop.

" IF ANYTHING IT'S YOUR FALUT! YOU'RE THE REASON IM GONNA DIE!"

Hitoshi just turns away and continues to walk away "YEAH GO AHEAD WALK AND DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT IF I DIE IT WILL BE ON YOU HITO-"

Bakugo covers your mouth and pulls you back into the car "You really don't know when to shut up, Oi driver...the petal STEP ON IT!"

They drive off as Shinsou walks away in the rain.

"Bakugo let me go!" " No dumbass just stop fighting! He's gone ok....he's gone".

You holds bakugou's arm " h-he's gone...." you snatch off the eye patch throwing it out of the window while the purple sits on your lap.

"You made him leave, why even act surprised it was only a matter of time"

"....Bakugou where are we even going?"

" Where the hell else we're going on a date"

You glare at Bakugou "reallllllllly??? But why?"

Bakugou turns his head away blush while he pets your head running his finger through your hair "If you do have only a limited time....I wanna treat nice so we don't end on bad terms and plus I don't need a fucking spirit haunting me".

You smile right after that you place your hand on Bakugou's face " Bakugo that's so sweet of you" " Tch shut up dimwit"

-A few minutes go by-

You and Bakugou lay in the taxi though Bakugou is awake while you sleep, he's been calling Hitoshi but it just goes straight to voicemail.

" Stupid Cat lover I can't believe he left me with her like that when I see that idiot I'll give I'm a piece of my mind"

"Umm sir this is your stop?"

"YEAH JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS SHIT"

Bakugo kicks open the door stepping out the car with you on his back. He walks towards the restaurant but then stops as the taxi driver honks the horn " I-I dont get a tip?...."

"A tip?....YOU WANT A TIP I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKING TIP HOW ABOUT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF AND YOUR SHITTY QUIRK AND YOUR SHITTY TAXI SERVICE! NEVER EVER GET BEHIND THE WHEEL AFTER TONIGHT!".

The taxi driver speeds off leaving dust in bakugou's face "I'm gonna find him later and kill him"

" Thanks for making my eardrums bleed"

"Thanks for waking up just in time for dinner".

You get off of Bakugou's back stretching and yawning "Hey before we go in I want you to know something", "Hm? Yeah?".

"No matter what happens to you if you die or not...always know that every second is a gift".

He turns to you holding out his hand "So come on chances like this happens once in a lifetime don't waste this second".

You take Bakugou's hand " I wouldn't dream of missing this gift.

For the rest of the night you and Bakugo have a fantastic time, you start to see a side of him that no one else's sees. Bakugou can be caring sweet and kind regardless of those facts he's still Bakugou so you know when the bill came he was outraged and made a scene.

-Meanwhile with Hitoshi as he was making his way home-

Hitoshi looks across the street and stares at you house and thinks about he used his quirk on your dad it reminds him of all the words people used to say about him and his quirk

"You a Hero HaHa! You're kidding right Hitoshi!"

"A hero who brainwash people come on get real that'll never work"

" Your qurik isn't really fit for a hero"

".....it's was you that made me believe I could be someone more"

Shisou think's back to the day you stop up for him when he was being picked on by the other kids.

"HEY! DONT MAKE FUN OF SHINSOU! I think his quirk is super cool! He'll be a really cool hero that saves the night! The Awesome Hero MindFreak!"

"Mind Freak....I like it..."

"See Shinsou likes it!"

" Of course Y/n thinks Shinsou's cool you think anyone with a power is cool"

"I bet you she wants to be a hero too! With no quirk? Now that funny!"

"Don't listen to them Shinsou I know that one day people will see how great you are like I do You'll be a great hero !"

Hitoshi frowns while muttering " A great hero....that's funny because how could a great hero make such a rookie mistake".

"I'm no great hero....I wouldn't even call myself a villain. If the reason for your pain is me....if I'm the reason for your death then I'm nothing but a monster".

He drys his eyes before walking inside "Nothing but a monster."

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Even though tonight ended with a somewhat happy ending for one of our heroes the clock is still ticking

"And we are finally on track with on plans of stopping".

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #y/n #mha x y/n #shinsou hitoshi #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #denki kaminari #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #kacchan #katsukibakugou

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nish-with-no-niche · 5 years ago

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When No One's Around...

Chartered accountant!Jaebeom x Software engineer!Reader

Summary :

Ever wonder how much alcohol tolerance can Jaebeom have for you? Read till the end to find out ;)

Warning :

1) This chapter.....is a long ass ride.

2) I know some people prefer using their name, but I only realised it later that instead of (Y/N) I accidentally gave reader-nim a name, i.e, Yeseul. So kindly bear with me as it's my first time writing a 2nd person perspective and just imagine your own name in its place. Thankyou and.....enjoy!

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You finally had finished your board meeting and were heading out of the office building with your co-workers to retire to your humble abode.

"It's 7:37 pm ladies and gentlemen, and we are finally free for the night.", said Sarah, one of your close colleagues.

"Aaaand we're leaving 2 hours later than the designated office hours. This is over time!", exclaimed Kyunghwan, your senior, and sales manager. It was totally unusual but justified for everyone to feel this way. After such a heated discussion about the proposals everyone was exhausted and acted dramatically. Even though they were your seniors, almost everybody still treated each other without the honorifics outside of work; albeit they could seem eccentric given the time and place. You yourself had experienced it first hand and maybe tonight had just a little bit more in store for you.

" Everyone, I totally understand how you must feel.....", stated Mr. Yoon-ho, the team director. "We, are not getting paid enough. Let's go to a restaurant and give ourselves a well deserved treat. The person who is wearing blue today will be the ones to pay up!", came his suggestion.

Hearing his sudden offer, each person constituting the 8 people group cheered and hooted but started checking their dress colours as the realization hit in. 'Oh thank god, I'm wearing anything but blue today' , everyone thought simultaneously.

However everyone's eyes landed on you as you were the only one wearing a turquoise blue ruffle shirt with beige coloured cigarette pants. And everybody knew exactly where that suggestion in the director's mind had come up.

' Oh lord, it's Yeseul again.'

Firstly, Yoon-ho was a huge-ass spend-thrift. Even if he knows he wont eat or use something, he would still spend money on it. Especially when it's someone else's money.

And secondly, he despised you. You and your intelligence. And the fact that you were humble made it even worse for him.

Atleast one can hate on arrogant people for their arrogance. As for humble people, we can't even hate them for anything, much less like. Tch.

Sarah, concerned for you asked if you were okay with that. Not that you really had a choice in the first place.

But you had stopped listening-in to their conversation, midway. Because your eyes were solely fixated on this unexpected visitor, standing right across the road, leaning against his car and looking right at you.

Im Jaebeom, your soon-to-be fiancè, in all his glory was right in front of you and you had no idea what he was doing there.

"Sarah, I'll see you later."

Coming to your senses after 3.57 seconds, you waved back at him and quickly crossed the road to reach him.

" Yeseul, hey" started Jaebeom.

"Uh, hi! I didn't know you were here. How have you been?", unsure, you asked him.

"I've been good. I got off work early today so I decided to pick you up like a responsible boyfriend", smirked Jaebeom.

He had his hands in his pant pockets the whole time, was wearing a suit with his hair gelled up and looked like the epitome of a perfectly successful banker.

"How long had you been waiting?", you questioned. "Not too long, about 20 minutes? .... Yeah. Don't worry though, I was busy on my phone." He lied. He knew you'd feel even worse about the truth because in reality he had been waiting for you since two hours thirty-seven minutes and sixteen seconds.

But even then you insisted, " Now this makes me look really bad. You didn't have to come all the way here. Why didn't you call me?"

"I wanted to be here", he replied cheekily and pat your head. "And it was a good surprise, wasn't it?"

(Sighing) "what if I already went home or I was staying in late?"

"Well then lets just say I got lucky" he smiled.

You were about to say something further, but he cut you in, " By the way, your...... colleagues, they seem... expectant?" Looking back at them you see them all wide-eyed and smiley-faces as if they just didn't come out of an exhausting office day. Realizing their expressions , you turned and asked Jaebeom, " oh, um, Jaebeom-shi, you're not too tired, right? Have you eaten something?"

"No, not really, why?"

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" HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! WHAT A NIGHT MAN, WHOO!!" roared a drunk Mr. Yoon. "Wow, Yeseul, you have such a nice boyfriend, he's a keeper, hahahaha. Everyone! say, 'THANKYOU IM JAEBEOM-SSI!'.

Bashfully, everyone complied, giving you sorry smiles and yet enjoying the food and drinks in front of them as if it was their first time eating.

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Since the time the talks of you about to being engaged rounded up in the halls of your office, everybody had been eager and curious to meet this Mr. Perfect who they had only seen in photos. Everyday not only the women but also your male coworkers would come over at your desk asking you to set up a get together with him.

They all wanted to know who this mysterious person was, taking a liking for someone as stoic as you. They never imagined you being in a relationship with anyone- always holding the title of 'Fashion Femme Fatale'.

So now here you were- with Jaebeom- and a gang of 8 people who were doing nothing but wasting Jaebeom's hard earned money.

Yes, he offered to pay up in your stead.

Ah! So chic!

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You were getting really uncomfortable because you felt bad for Jaebeom who was nothing but sweet to everyone all this time. You were barely starting off in a relationship and now he had to witness all of ....... this.

You wanted to just take your bag and run away with him.

"Hmm, Yeseul , how long has it been since you guys started dating?" Asked Yoon-ho.

Huh?

" uh, it's been about...... 2 months?" you replied looking at Jaebeom for confirmation. After getting his nod of approval you continued, "why do you ask though, sunbae-nim?"

"Ah! I didn't get to congratulate you. First of all....... let me pour you a drink!"

"What, out of nowhere?"you retaliated.

"Ahem! I'm your superior."he countered. "You didn't even touch anything yet, Drink~ bottoms up~~".

In the midst of his coercions, you contemplated- 'Why... do I get intimidated by Yoon-ho ssi? .... Soju's too strong ...... Jaebeom won't be able to drive if he drinks it.... house is far tooo. *sighs* it's over for me if I get drunk and act like an idiot in front of them.... hhnnngg. But if I refuse, the mood will get cold.... last time I was fine for the first few drinks, right?-"

"Give it to me."interceded Jaebeom.

"Huh?"

Turning towards the crowd, he stated, "Yeseul's bad with alcohol. I'll drink for her."

"Ooo~ hahahaha~~"

"playing the knight for your girlfriend ? ~~ "

"so cool!! Whoa~"

Sighing you looked at him, starting to get a little worried. But suddenly everyone chimed in- "still! We're not satisfied with one drink!"

"Let's get Yeseul-ah drunk~!"

"Me too!"

"You cant resist our drink! We're your superiors!"

"Aah~ now, let's not push her too hard. Take it slow. Slow~" said Yoon-ho, giving you his ever so sweet smile.

'It is you I hate the most!' You thought.

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"Aah~ Jaebeom-ssi drank them all"

"~Food is great here!"

"Heard this is the hidden place for gourmets."

After a while things seemed to settle down, your thoughts again wandered towards Jaebeom-

'He keeps on tapping his fingers and feet.... all the while maintaining his smile. I wonder if he's getting bothered by them..... ' -

"Hey~ she cant take her eyes off her BOYFRIEND!" chirped Yujin( colleague, same age as you). Following suit everyone got started off- "He's good looking right?" " you didn't even glance at the others ~" "what ? No, when did I.. " you tried to defend yourself. Sarah who was sitting next to you all this time whispered, "don't take them too seriously 'seul- ah, they're only teasing you, and you know everyone is as good as drunk."

Suddenly Kyunghwan, who was sitting opposite to you, waiting for the right opportunity slipped in~ " You can take mild Brandy right?"

"Ah yes, I can"

"NO." Jaebeom interceded. Again.

He took the glass from his hand and drank it.

"Aish intercepting it all, gosh!"he exclaimed.

But leaving no stone unturned, he kept pressing, "hey! You guys are a couple, atleast show us a kiss!" And everyone started hooted demanding such a public display of affection.

Hearing this, your ears flared up, " oof, what's with you all? Dont you think it's too much? ..... please stop it already. I dont really want to do it. ........Why do we have to do it in front of you?"

Now this... was just too much. Right when you were about to give them a piece of your mind-

"Okay."Jaebeom announced.

" ...... "

" ....... "

What.

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The truth is that both of you had never really kissed before, the closest form of affection you were able to showcase for now was simply a hug, that too only when you were alone. You had no idea what went through his mind when he agreed to everyone's plea. Was he finally drunk? You had never seen him drunk before, all though a few of his friends that you had met told you he had a strong temperance. Maybe this was okay for him?.... Did he probably hear it wrong? Not being able to make head or tail of the situation you questioned him, "Jaebeom-"

"You....... and you." Cutting you off, said person pointed at Kyunghwan and then at Yujin.

"If you two do it, we'll do it too. In fact, it doesn't matter if any other two do it either." explained Jaebeom with a smile.

And then you realised what he was actually doing.

"Don't want to, right?..... I stink of alcohol and 'seul said she doesn't want it. Moreover, it won't look good, if a lady's colleagues at work would act like this, much less her seniors."

"Uh. . . . " a flustered Yujin tried to speak.

" Well I wasn't going to force her to do that" resigned Kyunghwan with a pout.

"Yeah let's just forget about it, okay guys? ", Sarah spoke.

"Wow~ get married already Yeseul, reqally" Said Yoon-ho.

"Such a perfect couple. Tch" mumbled Yujin.

However, when everyone went back to their own, Kyunghwan caught Jaebeom giving him a side glance with a poker face who then turned to look at you. Even though such a gesture unnerved him, the alcohol immediately brushed off that feeling.

You on the other hand were getting more and more worried about Jaebeom, you lost count of how many glasses he must've had on your account, and tried one more time to check up on him- " are you alright? You've been really drinking a lot." But he only gave you a smile in return.

(Sighing) 'He drank way too mu-' *plop*

His head suddenly on your shoulder now, he spoke, " I want to rest."

Looking at you Sarah whispered," He must be tired, you should go home now, don't worry, I'll take care of it here."

"Okay. Jaebeom-ssi ....... Jaebeom? Let's go home now, ok?" You asked.

"Seul."

"Yes?"

"My head aches."

"What? Headache?"

"Its too noisy here..... my head aches.....". Alarmed by this sight you wondered ' 'why's he like this ? Since the start he seemed a bit off. Is his head hurting from being drunk? This was such a bad idea."

You see him gently lift his head up and stare at his hands. Or the table. Or the plate? You see jaebeom blink.

"..."

And he blinked again.

'Ohmygod,he's definitely drunk.'

" uhh, hey- let's go get some fresh air, okay?" You asked holding him by the shoulders. You never witnessed something like this before. But he just stared at you.

'Answer me already.' You thought. Helping him stand up you took your bag, "okay, Sarah, we'll be leaving now, I'll catch you tomorrow, take care!"

"Yeah, you too, goodnight~" returned Sarah.

Once outside you tried to remember where the car was, since the restaurant didn't have a parking lot. You walked a few meters and then stopped. Due to him leaning on you, your back and neck hurt a little, so you decided to sit on the nearby bench. 'Ah, I'm out of strength.'

You both just sat next to each other like that for a while and then you asked him where the car was kept.

But he just smiled at you.

Heaving a sigh, you stood up and started searching around. "Just sit here, and dont move Jaebeom- ssi, I'll be right back." He saw your retreating figure as you left.

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After about 10 min you find the car at the backside of the building and return to where Jaebeon was.

"I found the car, give me the keys and I'll drop you off home" you said.

"Yeseul."

"Yes?"

He smiled. Again.

"Seems like you won't get up for a while." So you sat down. Did he even listen to a word you said? And no sooner than you did, he reached his hand out to touch your face, whereas you instinctively moved back. He paused for a moment, mid air, and then touched your cheek. "You look tired", he said thoughtfully.

Well he wasn't completely wrong.

He let his head drop on your shoulder, and again with the same sweet, mellow voice recited you name," Ye.seul.ah."

"Yes, yes I hear you." You laughed.

"I should've just left with you after work was over rather than come here. Everyone just wanted to meet you so bad. I'm sorry."

" . . . "

"Plus I didn't want you to pay for those guys." You confessed.

"Pay?", queried Jaebeom. "seeing how they sat and behaved with you , it's obvious that they were trying to leech off." He finally spoke.

" Yeseul, I want you to be very cautious and smart about who you associate yourself with in that work place and any where else. I won't always be around you, so you must be wary of people like Kyunghwan. Got it?" And then he lifted his head up to stare straight ahead.

So that's what was bothering him.

Trying to lift the strange tense atmosphere you spoke in childish wonder, "how dare they think of you as a pushover! In fact, why did you even drink whatever came my way, I could've handled-"

"What would you have done?" Cut in Jabeom.

You fell silent.

"Those two men and that woman, those three were your seniors. And anyone could notice how they exploited their position. I understood you couldn't do much from where you stand", he reprimanded you.

After a pause he continued, now in a smaller voice- "I dont think I can drive, how will you get back home?"

" Well thanx to a certain someone, I'm completely sober. So I'll drive your car to your house and drop you off. Then I'll take a cab to mine."

" 'seul?"

"Hmm?"

"You like me right?"

"Huh", you sat up straight, taken off guard by his question.

"You're sincere to me right? Whatever I do, I have always been sincere towards you."

Suddenly flustered by this uncharacteristic side of him you just tried to avoid his question, staring straight ahead.

"Just give me the car keys, let's go home now..." you said in a daze.

'Its definitely the alcohol in his brain.'

"Yeseul!"

"Ah, yes-"

chu!~~

"Wha..."

Chu!~~~

Jaebeom kissed you.

And the realization hit in.

Huh.

Huh???!!

" #$%@&**?! Jaebeom-!!! "

" ? "

"What are you ?! Why did you?!-"

"Hm? What? No one's around."

And he kissed you again. This time properly. Making you feel nothing like ever before.

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Sadly, he ended up passing-out right after and you drove him back to his house, aided the house-helper lay him on bed, took a cab, went back to your home, changed into your night clothes, slipped in your bed and you laughed. You laughed until sleep graced you with her presence.

Except she never came.You were awake the whole night, rewinding and playing the scene again and again with the thought that would nag any other girl in your shoes- 'How do I see him after tonight! '.

Adjshklllajsldgddhddfffff !!!!!!

Eeeek!

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sebs-anxiety-and-insanity · 4 years ago

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Drake & Cal

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Drake smiled looking over himself in the mirror. Baby blue shirt and black pants, his glasses had a small tint of black around the edges, complimenting his silver eyes. His green hair pushed to the side. He rocked on his feet a moment before picking up his bag, quickly heading down stairs. "Now, Dray, sit down and eat. And do take out the jewelry before your father gets here." Drake rolls his eyes grabbing a piece of toast. "Can't mom, I'll be late, and today I start my job so.... bye!" And with that Drake raced out the door. He sat at the bench and waited for the bus that would take him to his destination. He sighs pulling out his phone to scroll through tumblr.

A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Drake eagerly rushes in, scanning the seats before picking one beside his best friend. Their name was Bea, they had been best friends since they were kids, And knew everything about each other, so of course, they were the best choice. Bea still had their black hair, and dashing personality. "You ready?" Drake asked, Bea just now noticing his presence. "Whoa- Jesus- Don't do that!" Drake chuckles sliding his bag underneath his seat. "'Glowsticks- need I say more'?" Drake gestures to Bea's shirt. Bea looks up from their phone again. "Need I say more?" They slid their phone into their pocket. "So, what job do you think we'll get?" Drake smiles slightly bringing his right leg up to his chest. "I don't know, probably some fast food joint, it's what most teenagers get." They nod their head turning so that their back is against the window. "Yeah, probably.... but what if we get an exciting job? It's not unheard of!!" Drake rolls his eyes. "Your idea of exciting is the possibility of dying, but not dying. And while that's all good and all, I'd never hear the end of getting stuck with that kinda job." Bea punches his arm lightly. "It's not getting 'stuck' it's getting picked! You know the job picks you!!" Drake sighs. "You always did believe in that didn't you?" Bea leans forward, pointing in his general direction. "So did you," they leaned back laying their legs over Drake's. "And still do if I recall correctly." Drake drops his arms over Bea's legs, scoffing. "Yeah, don't remind me." A loud ding was heard throughout the bus, followed by the driver. "Its your driver, here, I advise you to get ready to exit the bus, uh, we are nearing our destination." Drake swatted at Bea's legs reaching down for his bag after they moved to get their own bag. "Well, I'm excited." Drake stands up setting his leg on the seat. "Yeah, well, I'm not." Bea rolls their eyes. "Alright grumpy pants, calm down." Drake scoffs as the bus comes to a halt. The doors slowly opened. "Alrighty, ladies, gents, and all you lovely people, we have reached our destination, please exit the bus, and watch your step!" Drake pushes off the chair and exits the bus, slowing his pace so Bea can catch up. In front of him was 'The Workplace Chooser', they couldn't choose a better name? It was huge. The glass windows reached the ceiling in the center of the building, the sides went on for a while, before they stopped and buses filled the next spots, getting ready to take the people to their new job. Bea nudged his shoulder, pulling their hair into a loose ponytail. "C'mon, slow poke." Drake picked up his pace, watching the fountains as they displayed the show of water. Bea ran up and held open the door, bowing when Drake got close enough. Drake walked into the building, taking in his surroundings. When you walk in there is a grand staircase, at either sides of the stairs there are purple plants. Many people were rushing by looking for their bus. Bea rolled their eyes dragging Drake up the stairs.

Drake groaned, not that anyone could hear his frustration, as the room was full to the brim with other teenagers. But he still let Bea drag him around. The room was divided into three sections, no apparent categories, and they all faced a big stage. Bea dragged him to the back row in the middle section. They both sat down watching the other teens closely. Soon enough the lights dimmed and the noise settled. A man in a suit walked up to the podium in the center of the stage. "Hello, future workers of good!!!! I know you are so excited for your jobs, correct?" Assorted cheers erupted through the crowds, and Drake slid further back into his chair. The man smiled, looking down seemingly at a peice of paper. "Alright, so this year we are going in groups of four, and we will start with the important jobs first." Drakes phone buzzed, sighing he sat up pulling out his phone. There was a new text. 'Has your brother been called yet?' Drake typed a quick 'no' before going back to listening to the speaker. "-t, and next is the helpers!!! We have just four of those in this year. Are you ready to see who these brave men, women, and people are?" More cheers erupted through the room, Bea being the loudest. Drake flinched, elbowing Bea lightly. "Alrighty! First up is, Seth Banks, Catlin Bea, Tiffany Grace," Bea nudged Drake grinning wickedly. "And Drake Brins! A round of applause for these great teens who have been chosen! Please find the bus outside your exit!"

Drake was shocked. So shocked he didn't notice being pulled out of the room. He snapped out of it shortly after being slapped a few times. A blonde girl was standing before him smiling sweetly, wearing a grey sweater, with shorts. "Hey there! You alright?" Drake looked around spotting Bea walking towards the group with their bags. Drake nodded and started to get up. The girl helped him to his feet. "I'm Tiffany, she/her pronouns!" Drake smiled. "Uh, Drake, he/him pronouns." Bea handed Drake his stuff before turning to the other person in the group, wearing a long sleeve shirt with jeans. Their hair was blood red. Bea looked at me before stepping closer to the individual. "That's Seth, he/him pronouns." Bea nodded, and Seth turned to us. "I'm fine, let's just go." It looked like Seth wiped his face before picking up his bags. "Okay, let's go!" Tiffany picked up her bag and walked with us. "So.... we are gonna be roommates?" Bea nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I know all about this job! Except you know the confidential things." Tiffany nodded, holding open the glass doors for us. I nodded, "Yeah, they were really hoping for this job." Bea nodded. "Ever since I knew it existed!!" We entered the bus and chose seats in the back. I pushed my bag under the seat as Seth sat down next to me, Bea and Tiffany a few rows up, on the other side of the bus. "Hey, Seth, how are you?" Seth chuckled a bit. "Like I said I'm fine, were you even listening?" I shrugged. "Yeah, but just making sure." Seth turned to me, scanning over my face before he gets closer to me. "You okay?" He asks laying his head on my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess." He scoffed dropping his bag on the floor. "Yeah, and I'm the queen of England!" "I just wasn't expecting this job, now, I've told you my problem, how about you?" He tensed as the bus started pulling out, and heading to their new work place. "Only if you want to of course," he nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He pulls out a pair of headphones and starts some music. "You wanna hear?" "Hm? Oh- yeah, sure." He hands out a ear bud, which I take and put in my ear, looking out the window as music played. "You have great taste in music." Seth nods crossing his arms. I lean on the window, watching the scenery. This is gonna be a long ride isn't it?

"Alrighty!! We have arrived at our destination!!! Congratulations, helpers!" Rolling my eyes I hand Seth back his earbud reaching for my bag. We all filed out of the bus as other buses did the same, the grand building standing in front of us, mainly secluded by miles and miles of trees, and what seemed to be a beautiful mansion, a bit older for most peoples taste, but I loved it. The fountain in front of it was overgrown, and the fences looked like they had been placed way after the house was built. We walked up to the doors and waited. A different group stood beside me, there was a boy, angry looking, like he didnt wanna be here. I snapped my head back to the doors so he wouldnt know I was staring. All of the sudden he punched my shoulder lightly. "I'm Markus, what about you?" Clearing my throat I nervously turn towards Markus. "Uh Drake, I really hope no problems arise, it is our first day." The boy rolled his eyes, dropping his arm around my shoulders. "yeah, yeah, hey listen, we should stick together, I got your back you got mine. You look like the type to deal some damage when needed." I pushed him off me. "No, I dont know if I can trust you. And even so, you dont look like the type to keep to yourself for even a second." He scoffed. "Yeah, okay buddy. I bet." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I am the fifth precinct's leaders son. I'm no smart guy, but those clothes look like their fifth precinct. So watch yourself buddy." I scoff turning back to the doors as someone in a powdered suit walks out with a clipboard. "Hello helpers! Your ranks are posted in your quarters; Be wise my dear helpers, you have been chosen. Do not let us, or your precinct down. This is a great day for all of you." The lady looked at the clipboard for a moment before looking up. "Welcome to MCOU."

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leelee10898 · 6 years ago

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Fast cars & Freedom: ShadowBoxer (4/?)

Summary: Ellie gets blast from the past. Logan amd Ellie have thsor dinner, but will it go well?

Pairing: Logan-x-Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

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Ellie paid the driver and got out, her eyes taking in the familiar sights. It had been a long time but she would always remember this street. She turned around slowly noticing her destination, a sign that read TC Automotive where Kaneko Auto Body used to be. New owners she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

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Ellie sat in the in the booth of the diner somewhere in Eastern California, the events of the past few weeks playing over and over in her head. She had ditched her prom dress grabbing a change of clothes at Riyas. Colt stopping and buying something quickly. “Were gonna get through this Ellie, don't worry.” He placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead, she rest her head on his shoulder. “How can you know that colt? These people are unhinged, we could be dead tomorrow. I want to live Colt. I'm not ready to die” she sniffled.

Colt knew this was eating her up, he needed to find some kind of a distraction, anything to make her happy, to take away all the fear and pain. He needed her to be happy, it was as if he survived on it. He looked around the small diner, a guy sitting at the counter, his shirt reading viva las Vegas. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” she lifted her head “What? With everything going on you're seriously asking me if i've been to Vegas?”

She walked into the shop, not seeing anybody around, nobody manning the desk, nobody anywhere. “Hello?” she yelled as she walked around. She looked at the desk some papers strewn about, some car parts. The place reminded her of Kaneko's garage, the new owners obviously rebuilt it a bit more modern but appreciated the older feel of a garage. Her eyes landed on a postcard from Vegas. Her mind taking her back to a night that she would remember the rest of her life.

“Ah yeah, I am. So have you?” he smirked, he loved seeing her get railed up, it was cute the way she scrunched her nose up. “NO!”

“ok, it's settled. Were going.” he jumped up reaching for her hand. She grabbed it as they climbed on his bike. “Where are we going colt?” She asked as she put on her helmet. “Vegas.” he smirked as he shut his helmet kicking his bike to life.

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“sorry miss. How can i help you.” she turned towards the voice. “Oh just picking up my car.”

A huge smile formed on her face. “Toby?”

“Oh my god. Ellie belly is that you? You're all grown up.” he ran lifting her up into a spinning hug. “oh my god hold on x is gonna get a kick out of this.” he ran towards the hall “Hey X. X, come here. You're never gonna believe whos here.” ximena came out a huge smile plastered on her face. “oh my god sweetheart, how the hell are ya?” she pulled her into a crushing hug. “Eck. X. Crushing. Me.” she grunted as ximena let her down. “I'm not sorry, it's been too long honey.”

They stood there talking about Ellie moving back. Toby and ximena travelling together, coming back this way once they heard someone opened a shop in the same place, and ended up working there again. Toby went to look for her keys and couldnt find them. “Hold on, I bet the boss has them.” “Hey boss, can you bring the keys to that Honda?” she heard someone shuffling around in a room off the back before emerging. Toby and ximena said they would catch up with her later.

“ C- Colt!” Ellies heart dropped in her stomach as she came face to face with him. After 6 years the sight of him still lit a fire in her. “Here are your keys miss. You should be good to go. Also, you should probably get a new car seat those may not be safe after an accident.” He kept his face fixed on the paper in front of him. Ellie felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and acted like he didn't know her. “Th. Thank you.” her voice trembled, immediately irritating her. Why should she be upset, he's the one who left without saying goodbye.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and storming off to the lot to get her dad's car. How dare him, after 6 years he still had the power to make her swoon to pissed in a matter of seconds. She marched out to the lot getting in her dad's car. She let out a long irritated scream, all of her frustrations boiling over. She turned the key, the car roaring to life. Something in her snapped as she peeled wheels out of the lot. She caught a glance at colt propped against an open bay door.

She couldn't understand how someone she hadn't seen in 6 years could piss her off so bad. She took the long way home, hoping to calm down before getting there. She arrived home, Luca barreling towards the door. “mommmmmy.” All of Ellie's frustrations and fears instantly melting away upon seeing that sweet smiling face. “Hi baby. Oooh I missed my sweet girl. Did you have fun with grampy today?” she lifted her up, wrapping her in a hug.

“Yup. We went to the park. Grampy made a friend. Her name is sally.” ellie eyed her dad. “He did?”

“uh huh, they are going to have dinner on Saturday night.”

“Ooooh kay. That's enough of that little miss loose lips. How about you go watch some tv while grampy helps mommy with dinner.”

Luca jumped up and down with excitement before running into the living room.

“How was your day?” He asked Changing the topic. “Nope. Na ah. Were starting with you. You taking my daughter to pick up chicks?” she eyed her father.

“what? No. I would never, ellie.” she chuckled “Dad im just playing with you. I think it's great you have a date.” she hugged him. She knew he hadn't really dated much since her mom died, and the fact he felt comfortable going on a date now made her so happy.

“Speaking of dated. I have one tomorrow night.” her father looked at her confused. “With who?”

“Logan.”

She spent the entire work day thinking about her dinner with Logan. Was it a date? Was it business? Whatever it was she felt the butterflies in her stomach, no matter what happened she knew one thing for certain she was telling him tonight.

She raced home getting ready in a hurry, Riya picked Luca up since her father had card night with some of his old police buddies. She wore a white and champagne colored v neck midi dress. She tacked her hair up in a braided updo, she looked in the mirror her nerves getting the best of her when she heard a knock at the door.

Logan stood on the other side, Ellie stood there a minute admiring the man before her. He had sure grown up, still with that toned body but he was bigger than before. He wore a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. “You look beautiful Ellie.” He finally broke the silence. “Ah. Beautiful you too look.” he cocked his brow amused by how flustered he made her. “I mean, you look nice too Logan.”

“These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of wild flowers as She let him inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful. Let me go get a vase.” she came back quickly and they headed out for dinner.

They sat at the table sharing stories of the past, and laughing. She missed how easy it was with Logan. They were headed somewhere she had thought and then she found out he used her to get information about her father's investigation. She had already had feelings for Colt, but she would be lying if she said that didn't play a factor in them becoming even stronger.

A silence settled over the table and Ellie took her chance to try and back out of becoming his accountant. “Logan. We need to talk about me being your accountant. I dont think its a good idea.”

“Ellie, we have been over this time and time again. I trust you, besides it's a done deal.” Logan casually sipped his beer.

“You might not feel that way after you hear what I have to tell you.” He arched his brow.

“ok El, what is going on?”

She shook her head “not here, can we go?” He grabbed the check, paid and the valet brought his car around.

They drove to a parking lot, Ellies nerves a wreck. “Ok, whats up Ellie. You know whatever it is, you can just tell me.”

She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Logan I am a mom. I. I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at her confession. “So you have a kid. I don't see what's so bad about that Ellie.” he chuckled.

“That's not the bad part.” she started to fidget in her seat. “Her. Her name is Luca. shes. She's 5.” Logan sat there Quiet. She could see him doing the calculations in his head. “Logan?” she spoke softly, she couldn't take all the silence.

“Five? You were in college then. Did you meet someone there?” She shook her head no. He swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry. “What. What are you saying, is. Is she mine?”

The tears started to spill, silently. “Im, not sure if she's yours or Colts.” She hung her head ashamed. “I'm so. So sorry Logan. “ she said through sobs. After 6 years of being alone, raising her daughter alone she finally was one step closer to finding Lucas dad.

“Hey. Hey. Don't cry Ellie.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“How can you be so calm? I just told you there is a possibility you have a child.”

“I know. I'm not going to lie Ellie, I am kind of freaking out. But what good is it going to do if I flip out?” he took a deep breath “You did it on your own?”

Ellie told him about finding out in school and trying to get in touch with both him and colt, both numbers disconnected. She had her dad look for them, but turned nothing up. Eventually she just resolved herself to raising Luca alone. Logan apologised, he left town for a little while, he came back once the brotherhood was dismantled completely. It was then he enrolled in night school and took a job with a racing company. They drove back to her house in silence. Logan leaned over giving her a hug. “It's gonna be ok El, we will figure it out. Can I.” He cut himself off, hesitant to finish.

“Can you what Logan?”

“Do you think I could meet her?” Ellie stared at him shocked “Ah. Well. I think that is ok. But, and don't take this the wrong way but. I don't want to tell her you may be her dad. Not until we know for sure.” Logan nodded “I'll follow your lead. It's gonna be ok Ellie, no matter what, i'm here for you.” he wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss in her cheek.

She got out of the car, waving as he drove off. She turned to head to her house when she caught sight of someone standing across the street. “Really Ellie, him? Of all people why him?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you but, it was a business dinner.” She snapped. “what do you want colt?”

“What do I want? It's been 6 years and you show up in town like nothings wrong.” He followed her up the walkway.

“Oh, so you do know me? Because yesterday you couldn't even look at me.” She seethed, turning to face him.

“Oh I know you alright.” he snorted. “ how could I ever forget you Mrs. Kneko?”

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Unexpected Arrival -4

Pairing: Eventual Bucky x Reader, Possible Steve x Reader

Summary: As if working with the Avengers wasn’t exciting enough…. an unexpected visitor is about to change your life forever.

A/N: This part kinda took a little angsty turn! After the next chapter, there may be a little time jump.... i havent decided yet. Thank you to everyone who is reading/sharing, it means alot!

I was cleared by Bruce, as long as i promised to take it easy for a couple of days! Bucky walked with me back to the residential floor, Evie safely tucked into his right arm as i leant on his left for a bit of support.

"Hey Buck, lets just stop in the common room for a bit. I need to eat and not be stuck in a bed for a while"

"You sure? Bruce said to rest...."

"I'll be resting just fine on the sofa, while you make me a sandwich"

"Okay, deal" he chuckled shaking his head as we walked into the common room. I walked over to the sofa and gently lowered myself down, Bucky standing close by waiting for me to get comfortable.

"I'm not sure how much rest you'll get when the team realise you and Evie are in here" he said leaning forward to place Evie in my arms once he saw i was settled "what do you want on your sandwich doll?"

"I really dont mind, id eat anything im that hungry" i scoffed as i snuggled into the sofa with Evie laying on my chest.

"Well i'll be damned!!" Came the booming voice of Sam Wilson.

"Shhhhh she's sleeping bird brain!" Bucky snapped as he playfully shoved Sams shoulder.

"Sorry! I didnt know!" He mumbled as he walked over and sat across from me "i heard what happened but i thought they were all just messing with me!!"

"Nope its true, surprise huh?"

"Id say!! She's beautiful Y/N" Sam flashed a huge grin as he looked down at Evie.

"Thank you Sam" i smiled proudly and looked over to see Bucky keeping a close eye on us while he made my sandwich.

"What are you? The baby bodyguard?" Sam laughed teasing Bucky, Sam had obviously noticed that Bucky was keeping a close eye on us.

"Try the baby daddy!" Bucky replied with a dead straight face and murder in his eyes.

"What??!!" Sam practically squealed at Bucky's reply.

"Oh my god Buck.... did you really just say that?" I laughed at him, his eyes met mine and his facade broke as he burst out laughing "im sorry! I heard Tony say it yesterday" Bucky shrugged as he walked over with the plate holding my sandwich.

"Please don't ever say that again"

"Wait.... are you serious? Or are you fucking with me?? i honestly cant tell!"

Sam said shaking his head and looking super confused.

"Language! Don't swear around my daughter!" Bucky slapped Sam on the back of the head as he passed.

"Switch please" i smiled up at Bucky before taking the plate, once his hands were free he carefully picked up Evie and had her held against his chest in no time.

"Wow..... you’re like... good at the dad thing Buck" Sam said sounding surprised.

"I had younger sisters growing up, it was a long time ago but I'm pretty sure its still the same" he chuckled.

"Wait, how long have you two...."

"You can take this one Buck I'm eating" i said with a shit eating grin.

"Thanks Y/N" he rolled his eyes, looked at Sam and shrugged "it was one time, we're not together.... but we're in this together. Right doll?" He looked at me and smiled.

"Yep, what he said" i replied trying to keep my tone steady, it hurt a little hearing how casual he made it sound. It took me back to when he had acted like nothing had happened between us after we finally slept together all those months ago.

"I cant believe y'all have a baby!"

"Neither can we!" I said around a mouthful of my sandwich "imagine my surprise when Bruce told me i didn't have stomach flu and that i was in fact in labour!"

"Thats crazy sweetheart"

"Sure was, scariest thing I've ever been through Sammy....And the pain.... nothing compares to that!"

"But it was worth it, look what you got out of it" Sam was hovering around Evie clearly wanting to hold her but Bucky wasn't parting with her just yet.

"She was worth every bit of the pain".

Later that afternoon I was walking back to the common room after taking a shower and getting into clean clothes, i stopped by the door when i heard Sam and Bucky talking in hushed voices.

"Oh come on man! These girls are hot! You cant pass that up!" Sam was saying to Bucky.

"I don't know Sam, i don't really think me going out on a date is a good idea right now"

"Why the hell not?? Just because you got a kid now? Im sure Evie wont mind"

"Y/N's been through a lot man, i just feel like i need to be here for her and Evie"

"Buck come onnnn! they will both probably be asleep by 7pm! the date is at 8, you dont need to stay that long..."

I couldn't believe what i was hearing! I pushed the door open making sure it was loud enough that they heard me. Both men turned to face me, Sam with a huge fake smile and Bucky just looked plain guilty.

"Sorry did i interrupt something?" I asked casually as i flipped on the kettle to make some tea.

"No doll of course not"

"I was just telling Bucky about a date i arranged for him.... a double date actually. I needed a wingman"

"Oh...."

"And I was just telling Sam that i didn't think it was a good idea. I thought it'd be best if i stayed here incase you and Evie needed me"

"If you wanna go Buck don't let us stop you" i snapped turning to face them "i'll be fine with Evie on my own"

"See! I told you she'd be cool!"

I was suddenly feeling so angry and on the verge of tears all at once! I just needed to get away from them, I walked over to Bucky and reached down taking Evie.

"She needs feeding" i said simply "go on your date Bucky" i mumbled as i turned around and headed for my room.

I was sat on my bed nursing Evie with tears running down my face when i heard the knock on my door. I chose to ignore it hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and leave me alone.

"Y/N.... doll i know you’re in there i can hear you" Steve called from outside making me sigh and wipe my tears away.

"Im just feeding Evie, i'll be out in a minute"

"Can i come in?.... i can tell you’re upset sweetheart"

"Im fine Steve..." i called back but burst into tears again. The next thing i know the door clicked open and Steve came in, he pushed the door closed behind him and locked it before rushing to my side. He sat next to me on my bed pulling me into him carefully while trying not to disrupt Evie's feeding.

"You wanna tell me whats wrong?" He asked quietly as he stroked my arm trying to calm me down.

"Im just a huge hormonal mess right now Steve" i mumbled not wanting to admit what had set me off "its been a lot to adjust to i guess and i think its all just catching up to me"

"You sure thats all? You know you can talk to me Y/N.... about anything"

"I know" i nodded "I'm not even sure why i got so upset.... not really"

"So something did upset you"

"It was stupid..... don't worry about it" i told him as i sat up seeing that Evie was done feeding, i held her blanket over my chest so i didn't expose myself to Steve.

"Could you take her for a second while i sort this out?"

"Sure" he nodded happily taking Evie.

I straightened out my shirt and settled back against the bed watching Steve burp Evie. His huge hand was rested against her chest supporting her chin and jaw, his free hand gently rubbing her back.

"How do you even know how to wind a baby Steve?" I asked curiously, he looked like a pro!

"I may have done some research" he blushed a little "i wanted to know what kinda stuff needed to be done so i could help out if you needed me to"

I was suddenly crying again!!

"Oh god.... what?? Why are you crying?"

He asked starting to panic.

"That was really thoughtful of you Steve! I cant believe you went to that effort for us... for Evie"

"Of course i did, gotta be there for my favourite girls" he said smiling just as Evie let out a little burp making us both laugh, it was the cutest little sound!

"So why are you in here crying? Talk to me" Steve said a few minutes later.

"Steve...."

"Wouldn't have anything to do with whatever the hell Sam and Bucky were bickering over would it?"

"Probably" I nodded as i picked at a thread on the blanket avoiding looking at Steve "Sam arranged a date for Bucky. I heard them talking.... Bucky said he didn't think he should go considering I've just given birth to his daughter. He feels like he needs to be here incase we need him" i shrugged "i want him to want to be here for her, i don't want him to feel like he has to.... like she's a burden to his dating life" i admitted to Steve then started to laugh at how stupid i sounded "i sound fucking crazy i know!"

"No you don't"

"I told him to go, told him that he should go on his date.... not to let us stop him, that i would be fine on my own"

"But you don't want him to go on that date do you" It wasn't a question, it was Steve stating a fact.

"No..."

"Y/N, why don't you just tell him that?"

"Because i'll sound like a crazy woman!! he doesn't owe me anything Steve, he’s not my boyfriend.... we didn't plan this" i rambled on not even sure if i was making any sense at all "yes, we have a daughter together now but that doesn't mean he has to put his life on hold. If he wants to date who am i to stop him?"

"And what about your feelings for Bucky?"

"W..what?" I asked wide eyed, caught off guard by Steve's comment.

"Im not blind doll, i see the way you are with him... the way you look at him. You love him" Steve stated smiling "and that was before you had Evie!"

"I.... i dont... shit. So what if i do huh?? Steve, it doesnt change the fact that he doesnt feel the same way!"

"How do you know that? Have you asked him??"

"Of course i haven't asked him!! But he made it clear enough back in Alaska" i shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"if you had finally slept with the woman you loved.... would you act like nothing happened the next day?? Act like everything was normal, ignore her even. Go on dates with other women...."

"I wouldn't no"

"Exactly! There's no point in me telling Bucky how i feel because i know he will never feel the same".

"Y/N...."

"Its fine, honestly. I'll be okay, its just the hormones.... I'm over reacting" i shrugged "please don't say anything to him Steve.... i know he’s your best friend but this stays between us".

"I wont, i promise" he smiled sadly as he held my hand bringing it up to place a kiss on the back of it.

"Thank you Steve".

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Joe & Ronnie

Joe: [St Patrick's Day 2016] Joe: Ron Joe: Come back, I ain't going 'til tomorrow Ronnie: fuck you Ronnie: go now what the fuck does it matter Joe: It matters to me Joe: every fucking second away does and I don't care if you know it Ronnie: then dont Joe: I missed Christmas, they don't care that I bullshitted I had the flu Joe: had to do everything to stop them flying over to get me, and it was my sister's 16th so they're all on one about how long it's been Ronnie: and I dont care if they believe your bullshit or not Ronnie: I care that youre a useless cunt Ronnie: I care that youre being a fucking pussy Joe: I know you do Joe: I'm sorry or I didn't ask you to, the end result is the same 'cos I can't fucking not go, s'been months, any longer they will do something about it and fuck that Ronnie: get out of my fucking face mckenna Ronnie: youre not worth shit to me like this Joe: I don't want to and you didn't want me to five seconds 'fore you slammed the door in my face so Ronnie: give a shit what you want Ronnie: grow a pair while youre there or dont bother coming back like Joe: that's what you want, yeah? Ronnie: like you care Ronnie: go ask your ma what she wants Ronnie: or your sister Ronnie: shes legal to fuck now what do you need me for Joe: I want to make you happy, not them Ronnie: I told you what to fucking do Joe: I reckon I've got a better idea Ronnie: are you gonna say it Joe: come with me Ronnie: thats not funny Joe: I'm not trying to be Ronnie: it better be a fucking joke Joe: why not? Ronnie: fuck you Ronnie: you know every reason why not Joe: so it wouldn't make you even a bit happy to fuck her family up Joe: say you don't care but you do enough to hate her Ronnie: shut up Ronnie: I hate you Joe: go on then, do it and I won't be able to go back Joe: then you can chuck me if you hate me so much and I'll have nothing but another bad habit Ronnie: I aint the kind of sister to fight your battles for you Joe: now who's being pussy Joe: I'm ready to do it Joe: tell them everything Joe: show 'em Joe: what's the issue Ronnie: still you Ronnie: thats the issue Ronnie: you think you want it til I start it Joe: Name one thing you've started that I ain't wanted Ronnie: there aint a name for this Ronnie: you dont get it Ronnie: and youre not ready for it Joe: fuck that Joe: I don't love them I love you Joe: don't get involved then, I'm trying to give you something here Joe: but if I stop going, then they'll come, and it'll just happen here Ronnie: youre trying to give yourself something Ronnie: but I aint no performing monkey and you cant put me back in my box when you start shitting yourself Ronnie: there wont be one Ronnie: there wont be fuck all left Joe: Good Joe: what about me says that I want anything Joe: there's always heroin Ronnie: you want me to get arrested then yeah Ronnie: get rid of me like that Joe: I won't let that happen Joe: I'd take the blame before it did Ronnie: youre not listening Ronnie: you wont have any control Ronnie: you dont Ronnie: not over me Joe: I don't need any Joe: I don't want to control you Joe: I want you to do exactly what you want Joe: to me, to them, to the fucking world, that's what I always want Joe: you don't have to come, I thought you wanted to, wanted this Ronnie: stop flirting with me you sick fuck Ronnie: I cant think Joe: it's gone beyond flirting Joe: you've got 'til tomorrow to think Joe: come back Joe: please Ronnie: stop telling me what to fucking do Ronnie: or not do Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: I'm just saying if you don't come then I'll do it on my own Joe: that's just how it is Joe: I don't wanna do it no more, go back, not be here, with you Joe: pretend, more than I have to Ronnie: like fuck are you doing it without me Ronnie: the look on her face thats mine not yours Ronnie: a life for a life Joe: then it's settled Joe: come back though, I know Charlie and Bronson have got fuck all decent in to calm you down Ronnie: theyve got fuck all of anything now like Ronnie: having it in me already is the only reason youre getting words off me instead of a boot in your face Joe: gutted Joe: just for them, before you accuse me of flirting with you again Ronnie: yeah didnt reckon youd follow through on that Joe: if you'd come home I could give you everything you want Joe: close enough that it don't matter no more Ronnie: if I make it that easy neither of us will want it Ronnie: stop fucking crying Joe: what did they have then, make me cry some more with a trip report Ronnie: nursery school shit Ronnie: talk to me about this show and tell you wanna put on Joe: so my dad owns this pub, yeah Joe: st paddy's obviously best day and night of the year for business Joe: it'll be packed Ronnie: no shit Joe: do more damage if there's a crowd to hear and see Ronnie: then what Joe: depends Joe: loads of ways you could do it Joe: it's pretty obvious on both counts what we're trying to say together Joe: leave the rest up to you Ronnie: I know what I'm gonna do Ronnie: I don't trust you to pussy out first chance you get Ronnie: not* Joe: tell me Ronnie: I dont do foreplay Ronnie: fuck alls changed that much since I walked out Joe: alright Joe: could accuse you of being a tease about it but I can wait Ronnie: all those pint glasses on offer are the tease when you know how I feel about glass Ronnie: better lover than you Joe: won't take it personal Joe: made you look this good and I get to look so Ronnie: it only matters that you do take it baby Joe: whatever you give me Joe: and obviously, all this Joe: [drug haul!] Joe: i need to be comatose with you Ronnie: you shouldve started with the offer of that threesome Ronnie: Id be back ages ago Joe: if I made it that easy.. Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: alright, come get yours Joe: hurry up Joe: she's staring at me Ronnie: Im not your bitch Ronnie: Ill be there when im done ✂🪒 Joe: you wanna give them something to remember you by? Ronnie: theyll remember Joe: you gonna bleed for me too though Ronnie: im only doing my hair Ronnie: fuck all else is as fun without an audience Ronnie: dont get excited Joe: awh, you do care Ronnie: do you want me to cut your tongue out so you dont sound as rem as you look tomorrow Ronnie: care about that Joe: ✋🤚 long as you leave all ten relatively unscathed Ronnie: gotta leave myself something Ronnie: youre a shit enough ride already Ronnie: do I sound 🍀 now Joe: exactly like my exes Joe: well about it Ronnie: dont go round saying you were a virgin Ronnie: *nt Ronnie: more embarrassing Joe: oh, reckoned part of your big show was saying you deflowered me Joe: they're gonna be horrified enough though Ronnie: theyd believe it if you wanna go that far with the show Joe: don't reckon that's your plan Joe: but an interesting one Joe: I'll 🤔 on it Ronnie: your ma dont turn me on but neither do you so Id give it a shot Ronnie: reckon youll be horny enough for all of us Joe: the shit will have worn off by then, don't remind me Ronnie: how longs the flight? Joe: hour and a half, bit under Ronnie: 💔 Joe: I know Joe: long enough that all the mile-high cliches are gonna flood right back in Joe: more of a flight risk, should let me have my drugs instead Ronnie: no batteries no sharp objects no point Joe: you're hard to please, my dear Joe: and well selective Joe: the air hostesses, less so if they're even gonna consider it Ronnie: 💘 Joe: you want me to tell 'em you're coming or element of surprise Joe: what's your poison Ronnie: long as it eats away at her I dont give a shit Ronnie: tell em Ronnie: how excited I am Joe: 👍 Joe: on it Ronnie: lay it on well thick Ronnie: make sure theyve all got the taste in their mouths Joe: I know how to breed hope Joe: look at my shining education and musical genius Ronnie: almost hot til you ruined it Joe: one day I'll get you Ronnie: chuck your empty promises at that lot Joe: not the point no more Joe: don't just need my ✋🤚 for you Joe: string for my supper 'til I choke, that's the plan 🎻💉 Joe: can put my diploma on their wall if they want but give a fuck Ronnie: use it for roll ups Ronnie: like a hotel bible Joe: you're really gonna be that hot and not be here Joe: sounds like you Ronnie: it only gets hot when you start thinking about what poison youre gonna lace the 🚬 with Joe: you ever smoked wet? Ronnie: you wanna pop my 🍒 Joe: yeah Joe: only fair Ronnie: who plays fair Joe: hallucinations, disorientation, impaired coordination, paranoia, sexual disinhibition, and visual disturbances Joe: don't play 'cos it's fair, play 'cos it's fun Ronnie: alright you got me Joe: say again Joe: I can get that over there Joe: can smoke some 'fore the show Ronnie: sexual disinhibition Ronnie: thas the show you want Ronnie: I called it Joe: sue me Joe: or worse, obviously 🔪😍 Ronnie: 💉 Ronnie: Ill play and Im leaving Ronnie: dont start todays show without me Joe: you don't have enough hair to be taking this long Ronnie: I was using a broken mirror Joe: Charlie'll be fuming Ronnie: so was I when I broke it Joe: got all the shards out? Ronnie: not my first time Ronnie: youre getting 🍒 greedy now Joe: could've distracted me from the bag with a video or something Joe: you're being selfish, alternative title Ronnie: [sends him something only theyd be into, lord knows] Ronnie: take what youre given and lick it up Ronnie: im not a fucking charity Joe: 👅 Ronnie: ill bring you a shard to put on it the fun can really start Joe: 💘 Ronnie: you can fuck off calling me selfish like Joe: I'll take it back when I feel it Ronnie: yeah Ronnie: you will Joe: you still hate me, like Ronnie: only fair baby Joe: of course Joe: what kind of sick fuck Ronnie: theyll be lining up to tell you tomorrow Joe: might be worth sticking around for Joe: shame, they would make it fun when I'm trying to leave Ronnie: the lads mustve got that memo Ronnie: nothing more fun than a street fight Ronnie: gimme a sec to knock em out Joe: playing nice better or worse than playing fair Ronnie: you tell me soft lad Ronnie: youve had it up to the back teeth Joe: definitely worse Joe: fair was never a big concern with them but less soul-destroying Ronnie: ill rip mine all out before I use em to smile nice Ronnie: playing the way anyone else wants aint a big concern Joe: 🦷🦷 more useful than 👅 Ronnie: dont cry I wont I know what you like Joe: what did I do to deserve you eh Ronnie: you dont Joe: very true Ronnie: but your fucked family deserve me and ill let you watch Joe: suits me Ronnie: yeah you get everything you want Ronnie: this aint any different Joe: got a load of shit I don't want too, that makes up for it Ronnie: not gonna watch you cry fuck joining in Joe: just be here then Ronnie: im coming Joe: shouldn't have gone in the first place Ronnie: thats your fucking fault Joe: yeah Joe: but don't leave me Ronnie: if I wanted you gone Id kill you Joe: you're so considerate Joe: any time Ronnie: you aint getting out of tomorrow Ronnie: ill strap your rotting corpse into a plane seat before I go on my fucking own Joe: I want to be there Joe: and I wouldn't make you go alone either way Ronnie: mckenna Joe: what Ronnie: dont fuck it up Joe: that's your role Joe: is there anything you actually want me to do or just watch Ronnie: stay out of my way Joe: done Ronnie: 💘

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riyuu-bsd · 6 years ago

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Good Enough [Yandere!Edgar Allen Poe x Reader]

"(Y/n)-Chan!" the male smiled, approaching his close friend,

"Edgar!" the lady grinned, running up to him and hugging him tightly. He wheezed slightly, before returning the notion. His face was tinted slightly pink, a feature the (h/c)ette causing his flustered state didn't fail to point out.

"You're so cute when you blush!" she grinned bluntly, only deepening the inflamation of his face,

"(Y-Y/n)-Chan.. I-I-"

He was cut off when she changed her focus to the raccoon perched on his shoulder.

"Karl!" she beamed, picking up the small, somewhat fluffy creature and petting him softly. The jittery owner stood awkwardly, a nervous smile plastered onto his features.

"Have you been taking care of him properly?" she smiled, "Ah, who am I kidding? Of course you have, you're awesome with this little guy!"

"I-I uh.." he stammered, face still flushed and burning in embarrassment. The girl gave a supportive smile, placing his pet back on his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid to take a compliment, Edgar," she cooed, "Hey, here's another; You're my best friend, ever, and nothing can change that because you're too precious and amazing to ever be replaced!" He felt his face seer in heat, heart sinking at the term "friend" for a reason he couldn't describe.

"Y-y-you're way better than I am, (Y-y/n)-Chan.." he whispered nervously, twiddling his fingers as the girl chuckled, turning around,

"So, Edgar," she hummed, "Where we heading?"

"O-oh, t-to my place.." he answered. The girl felt a slight heat rise in her face, shaking off any thoughts of her closest friend being sleazy because of his sheer innocene.

"Okay, let's go!" she chimed, holding his far colder hand in hers and rushing ahead.

"(Y/n)-Chan! We're getting a cab-!"

Stepping into the somewhat overly large doors, she grinned and gripped onto the side of her best friend.

"Woah! This place is awesome!" she beamed, "No wonder, an awesome guy like you deserves a place like this,"

"(Y-Y-Y/n)-Chan-" he stammered, "I-it's no big deal.."

"You're so cool that even a place like this isn't a big deal," she grinned, a slight smirk tugging at her lips for a moment.

"Wh-" his face was bright red, a feature that only increased when he felt her lips press against his cheek.

"Great job, Edgar," she beamed, hugging him tightly around the waist. The tall, reclusive author couldn't process what was happening properly.

His best friend had kissed him, and was now hugging him as if her life depended on it.

She was showing him affection. Butterflies ran rampant in his stomach, his arms wrapping weakly around her as he whispered a small "thanks".

"I told you you're cute when you blush," she giggled, unlatching her arms from around his waist and grabbing his hand,

"So, can you show me around?"

They had held hands before, but both times today it felt so.. Intimate.. So different. Maybe it was the distance that had been between them for a while, or maybe their friendship was just growing more awkward, but everything she did set his heart ablaze with passion for her.

"Sure.." he managed, shuffling up the stairs to show her to her room.

"Edgar!" she gasped, looking at her room, "You set it all up and devorated it with things I like,"

"O-of course.." he whispered, "You're m-my best friend after all, I wanted to make sure y-you'd be comfortable," he stammered, feeling her hand pull away from his as she flopped onto (f/c) sheets he had picked out for her. He looked over at her, noticing that she was patting the space next to her,

"Come lie down with me, Edgar," she smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.

"(Y-Y/n)-Chan-!" he protested, "Th-that's a bit c-close don't you think?"

She stayed silent for a moment, the same warm smile tugging at her lips.

"Aww, Edgar, don't worry, I know you aren't like that," she giggled, sitting up so he'd feel more comfortable, "I just wanna catch up and talk,"

"O-okay.."

At some point, he must have dozed off, his eyes fluttering open in slight light.

"Oh, Edgar!" (Y/n) grinned, looking down at him.

Wait, looking down?

He reassessed the situation, quickly realising that he was laying down on her lap.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he apologised, "It was an accident, I promise, I never would've done that on purpose..!" he continued frantically, sitting up straight with a heavy blush on his face.

"It's okay, Edgar," she chuckled, leaning on his shoulder. His blush deepened, body going stiff from the intimacy.

"(Y-Y/n).." he whispered, inaudible to her even as she was so close to him. She simply made herself comfortable, eventually settling to lie down in his lap instead.

"C-can I introduce you to someone tomorrow?"

"Sure, Edgar, who is it?" she smiled, lifting her head from the admittedly comfortable position and looking at him.

"Ranpo," he answered, confident the two would get along. She gave him a bright grin and a nod,

"Sure!" she beamed, "But you better start sleeping more," she warned,

"What do you mea-"

"Edgar, I've known you for sixteen years, I know you dont sleep much and when that happens, you'll pass out," she fussed, "Please just sleep properly.."

"O-okay."

He finally returned to his own room, changing into some nightwear and lying down, running his hand through Karl's fur to try and quell his nerves. He was so close to her, so many times. But why did it matter? Back in America, they were usually close. But it felt different, and it was more intimate to him now. Hugging her, holding her hand, falling asleep on her. It all felt so extreme, although it really wasn't much. He couldn't help but feel elated.

"Karl.. What is this feeling..?" he muttered, looking to the raccoon as if he was supposed to answer. The creature cocked his head to the side, looking back at the author.

"What was I expecting.." he let out a dry chuckle, tucking himself in properly, "It's not like you'd answer.."

"Goodnight Edgar! Sweet dreams!" his friend called from the other room, startling him somewhat,

"G-goodnight, (Y/n)-Chan..! Sweet dreams!" he called back,

"I'd have to dream of you!" she chuckled jokingly, causing the shy male to begin burrying his face in the fluffy pillows to try and stop himself from blushing.

Why did she make him feel that way?

His eyes fluttered open, the feint smell of a freshly cooked breakfast wafting into his room. He groaned tiredly, getting up and going downstairs to see what was up.

"(Y/n)..?" he mumbled groggily, wiping his eye to try and wake himself up properly,

"Aww, Edgar!" she beamed, hugging his side, "Morning~"

"M-m-morning," he stammered, feeling suddenly awake from their intimacy.

"You want pancakes?" she smiled, stepping over towards the table, where she had already made him a breakfast.

It was the one she would always make back home in America, pancakes with syrup and a cup of coffee to help wake him up. He nodded slightly, shuffling over to the table and starting to eat.

"So when are we meeting that friend of yours?" she grinned, sitting down next to him and sipping at a mug of (f/d).

"L-later today?" he suggested,

"Sure thing, Edgar!" she beamed, "I'll go get ready in a sec,"

It was only then that the idea (Y/n) and Ranpo could get along too well.

What if they left him behind?

What if she liked Ranpo more than him?

What if they started to hate him because they had each other?

The idea hurt him somewhat deeply,

"S-surely they wouldn't.."

"Wouldn't what?" she piped up, noticing the small tears in the corners of his eyes,

"I-it's nothing," he stammered, fidgeting nervously.

"Edgar," she began, "I can tell something's bothering you; you're bad at keeping a poker face,"

"I-"

"I think I know what it is, too," she said with a small chuckle, "I'd never leave you, Edgar, don't think I'd ever forget you because of someone else,"

"H-how did you guess that..?" he stuttered,

"I've known you for ages, Edgar, I just know this stuff," she giggled, patting him on the back, "I'll go get ready, you finish up eating,"

"(Y-Y/n).. I really appreciate it but.. Aren't you acting really motherly..?"

"Well duh," she sighed, "Half the reason I came here is to make sure you're keeping yourself healthy, Edgar,"

He nearly choked on what he was eating for a moment, he lady giving him a smile and going back up to the room she was staying in.

She really did care about him.

"So, what's this Ranpo guy like?" she piped up, clinging to his arm so she wouldn't get lost. Her close friend looked at her, taking in how much effort she put into looking nice. She wore a black pencil skirt, a white blouse with small frills and lace details, as well as a pair of semi-thin tights and some black high heels. All complete with his overcoat after she complained about being too cold.

"Edgar?" she repeated,

"O-oh, sorry," he mumbled, "Well.. He's pretty laid back.. A bit childish.."

The lady giggled,

"Thanks for letting me use your coat by the way, Edgar."

"N-no problem," he hummed, blushing slightly, "I can't have you b-being cold."

"Poe-Kun! Did you finish that puzzle?" the childish detective grinned loudly from his desk, "Who's she?"

"A-ah-"

"Edgar, don't yell across an office, you'll only make yourself nervous if they look at you," (Y/n) reminded him softly, still latched onto his arm. She guided him towards the detective's booth, "Now it's easier to talk," she smiled.

"R-Ranpo-Kun..! No, I haven't finished it yet, it should be done later this week," he mumbled, face red from embarrassment, "Th-this is (Y/n), she's my friend from over in America.." he explained,

"I've heard great things about you, Ranpo!" the (h/c)ette beamed, extending her hand for him to shake.

The great detective found a smirk tugging at his lips, "Really? Just how great am I then?" he chuckled, shaking her hand.

Even though it was conpletely platonic and he knew it, Poe couldn't help but feel hurt by their contact. It was brief, but it was similar to the way he had held (Y/n)'s hand. Surely that intimacy was something she saved solely for him, right? His two more outgoing friends continued to talk, him only adding small chuckles or bits of laughter to their stories and jokes. He couldn't help but feel.. Isolated. He reached up to stroke Karl, before realising his beloved pet had hopped onto Ranpo's shoulder instead of his own. His laughter or chuckles stopped.

"Edgar?" (Y/n) whispered, "Edgar are you okay?"

"I-"

"Please say you're okay.." she whispered, leaning into his chest and wrapping her arms atound him, "I'll help if I can."

His face burned. Having her hold him so intimiately in an area so different to his own home.

"I-it's nothing.."

"..Are you two dating?.." The ravenette detective questioned, somewhat clueless,

"N-No..!" Edgar denied, face burning bright red,

"Noooo," (Y/n) cooed casually, "I just love how much of a softie he is," she chuckled, staying close to the tall male.

Other than that, Poe felt generally unacknowledged during the exchange, even though he was the one introducing them.

"Ranpo's a really cool guy!" his close friend piped up, "And he does all that without having an ability? It's awesome!"

Something about that statement made him almost jealous.

He didn't have an ability like that, and he was still competition to Ranpo. He didn't brag about it.

"Yeah, he's awesome," Edgar chuckled, feeling a small chill run down his spine at the cold, even through his many layers without the overcoat.

"Are you too cold, Edgar?" she fussed, picking up on it almost instantly,

"N-No, besides, if I take it, th-then you'll be cold!" he stammered in protest, "I'll be okay.."

"If you say so," she cooed, slipping her warmer hand into his, "But at least keep your hands warm, they're always so cold,"

"I-I-"

She intertwined their fingers, smiling at him,

"Now you're warmer and I can't get lost," she grinned, the male looking away with a blush.

Said male got them a quick ride home, sitting in the back of the cab with (Y/n) rather than the front with the driver like most people would.

He just really wanted to stay close to her.

"Edgarrrrr," the girl chimed, "Can we go visit Ranpo again tomorrow?"

"I-I'm sure he was lots of work to do," Poe lied, wanting to spend more time with her,

"Can we at least try?" she asked, giving puppy dog eyes as she clinged to his side lightly.

"Sure.."

"Yay!"

He was too soft to her, too soft that he felt he might lose her.

The same thing went on for a few days, (Y/n) and Ranpo getting along great and leaving Poe to sit awkwardly on his own.

He sighed, looking over at the two.

He felt jealousy and anger bubbling, giving him some excuse for confidence as he stood up, determined to confront Ranpo for taking his best friend.

"Ranpo-Kun!" he started, trying his best to sound angry and not scared. The ravenette's head whipped around, eyes open properly as he looked at his angry rival,

"Eh?"

"I- I-"

He hadn't thought of what to say at this point, stammering furiously as he tried to look serious.

The (h/c)ette giggled.

"Aww, Edgar!~ You're so cute when you're mad!~" she chimed, pulling the tall recluse into a hug, "Especially when you try so hard to be so serious, it's absolutley adorable!~"

His anger seemed to dissipate under her touch, her hold calming and comforting,

"I.." he went on, looking down at the floor.

She lead him out of the agency, giving Ranpo a brief goodbye.

"So, what do you wanna do, Edgar?" she smiled, slipping her hand into his again, lacing their fingers together,

"M-maybe th-" he cut himself off, hugging her abruptly and burrying his face into her shoulder, "I'm sorry I ruined your day with Ranpo.."

"Edgar, it's okay," she cooed, "I wanna spend time with you now, let's go! You lead the way, I'll go wherever with you!~"

He shivered slightly, looking away and stepping back nervously as he fidgeted with his sleeves.

"Th-the cafe or the library?" he suggested meekly, the girl smiling widely,

"Sounds great," she beamed, already starting to walk.

Even when they were so close, when they were alone together, he felt sick with anxiety. Surely one day couldn't mean she doesn't prefer him to Ranpo? If she really liked him, she wouldn't insist on seeing Ranpo so much. She would spend more time with him. Everythigg she did—every breath she took, every word she spoke—it would be dedicated to him. Just the ssme way he treated her. During the past few days, he'd felt almost hopeless. His best friend was slipping through his grasp over and over and over again.

He wasn't sure if, at this point, she was his best friend. He saw her as more than that. A goddess, perhaps?

He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was in no way willing to give her up. Especially not to Ranpo.

He was ripped from his thoughts, (Y/n) tugging him into an alleyway quickly.

"Edgar, is something bothering you?" she whispered, shrugging off his overcoat and placing it on his shoulders, "You seem tense.."

"I-I'm fine, (Y/n)," he smiled fakely, trying to lie to her.

She knew him too well, wrapping her arms around him loosely and leaning into him,

"You can always talk to me if something is bothering you, Edgar, I'm here for you whenever," she whispered, burrying her face into his shoulder, "You don't need to hide things from me." He shivered slightly, face red with embarassment.

"I.. I guess there is something.." he breathed, "Or.. Someone.."

"Who is it, Edgar?" his friend cooed,

"Wh-whenever I'm around them, I feel like I'm in bliss.. They make me so happy I can't help it.. I wanna be with them m-more.. I wanna be able to know how I feel about them.." he breathed shakily, "What's it called, (Y/n)? I've forgotten the word.."

"Love," she said, voice holding less emotion, "It's called love, Edgar, you're in love,"

"L-love.." he whispered, wrapping his own arms around her, "I like that word.."

The day continued, with a lot less physical contact, though. She didn't reach out to hold his hand, she didn't pull him into hugs, she didn't cling to his arm or insist on sitting as close as she could to him.

What if.. (Y/n) was in love with someone? What if the one (Y/n) was in love with was.. Ranpo?

It would make so much sense.

She was always wanting to be around him, she always smiled with him, she always laughed, always seemed.. Like she was in love. That thought terrified him. His dear (Y/n), in love with someone that wasn't him. He was happy for her, sure, but he couldn't stand the idea.

"Edgar," she started, "Do you mind telling me who it is you love?"

"I.. All I can tell you is that.. I r-really care about them.." he said quietly, staring down at the table, "I can't stand the thought of them loving someone else.."

"That's adorable, Edgar," she said with a small smile, "You sound like you're jealous." She had less emotion to her. Whilst she would normally squeal these compliments to him, she simply stated it, a dull look in (e/c) eyes as she looked at him.

"I-I'm not..!" he protested.

She really did love Ranpo, didn't she? She was bored of him, and wanted to see the person she actually liked, right?

"It's okay to admit it," she said plainly, "Anyway, I'm tired, can we go back home?"

"Sure.."

It was quieter at home, no real conversation. Poe had excused himself earlier, going up to his room with a solemn expression.

"Oh, Karl.." he sighed, flopping down onto his bed, "What should I do? He ran his hand through the raccoon's fur.

"Am I really in love? I forgot what it was.. And now I'm falling more than I ever have before," he whispered shakily, "How do you show someone you love them, Karl?" He was almost gripping at his pet's fur, the strong hold causing the creature to bite down on his wrist, blood beginning to drop from the wound.

"Th-that's it.." he gasped, "That must be it!~" he chimed, jumping up.

"You show love by showing pain.." he smirked widely, unnatural for someone with expressions as delicate as his own.

"But I can't hurt (Y/n).." he whispered, "I can hurt someone else though.."

It dawned on him.

"I can hurt Ranpo, then she'll have me to love instead of him."

"Edgarrr~" (Y/n) chimed, hugging him from the side and looking up at him, "Can we go see Edo-Chan again?"

He stiffened at the nickname for a brief second. Edo-Chan.

Why didn't he have a nickname like that? Was Ranpo really so much better than him? Was he so inferior to such a brat that even his best friend left him?

The previous night's idea was still fresh in his head, the tall male choking on his words briefly.

"S-sure.." His face was beet red, that much was noticeable. What went unknown to (Y/n) were the salty tears pooling in his eyes,

"Give me an hour for a nap, first, I-I'm tired.." The lady nodded at his groggy request, detaching herself from his waist.

"Okay, Edgar!"

There was none of the concern for his safety, no nagging about how he needed to sleep and take care of himself.

It made him feel worse as he hurried up the stairs, tears threatening to fall. He sat down on his bed, brushing his long, dark hair away from his face.

"(Y/n).." he whispered, voice shaking, "Why do you have to make me feel this way..?" He looked around for a moment, throat tight from anxiety.

Then an idea dawned on him, an idea he could use almost flawlessly.

"Perfect," he whispered, bangs falling over his eyes once more, "It's perfect.."

He sat in near silence for an hour, "waking up" and going to check on (Y/n).

"(Y/n)?" he called, hoping she hadn't left without him,

"Edgar!" she grinned, running towards him.

"Ah, (Y-Y/n)!" he smiled, "Let's go see R-ranpo.." The lady gave him a bright smile, leaning onto his side.

The day went by as normal, Poe feeling left behind and isolated as the (Y/n) and Ranpo talked to each other for little less than two hours.

"Don't worry.. Soon enough.." he whispered to himself, "Soon enough she can have me to love.."

They left the agency, the (h/c)ette slipping her hand into Poe's once more. It was almost a routine; they'd hold hands and she would be clingy as soon as they left, any other time on their visits she was with Ranpo.

Poe smiled slightly, getting up from the (f/c) chair in the corner of the room.

"Am I good enough for you, (Y/n)?" he cooed softly, stepping towards the door, "Of course not; but I really don't want to lose you.. So I'll make myself the best you can ever get.."

He looked back at her sleeping form, knife in hand.

"I will be good enough, (Y/n), I promise I will.. I will be good enough for you.."

He looked up at the street lights, hands stuffed in his pockets. It was probably around 2AM, something he knew wouldn't have stopped his rival from staying up playing video games. His eyes rolled back to the door as he knocked gently before entering.

"Ranpo-Kun?" he called up, a heavy book in hand.

"Poe-Kun? You finished the book?" the ravenette grinned, walking downstairs in an animal onesie. What else was he to expect?

"Y-yeah, it's all done," he said with a small smile, "Sorry for bothering you so late.." His rival simply shrugged, opening the book as he began to skim the pages, expecting to feel the familiar tingle of Poe's ability at any moment.

Instead, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, quickly followed by the feeling of blood trickling down.

Had Poe really just done that?

The detective was about to cry out in pain, and only then did the author's ability begin to work.

"You're out of the way now.. I can finally br good enough..!" the writer said, an almost derranged smile on his face, "She can love me now!"

Days passed, each one feeling like several months. (Y/n) was always clinging to him, seeming gloomy and on the verge of tears.

"Edgar.. Do you know anything about what happened?" she whispered shakily, arms wrapped around him and face burried comfortably in his shoulder.

"I went to drop off the novel and.. He wasn't there.." the author breathed nervously.

"I.. I miss him.. Please stay safe, Edgar, I can't lose you too!" she cried, beginning to sob again, "I already lost a good friend.. I can't lose you.. I won't.."

"Calm down, (Y/n)," he choked, guilt starting to sink in, "He wouldn't want you to cry.."

"I know," she sniffled, whiping her eyes and pulling away to look at him.

"I'm just scared that I might lose you too, Edgar.. I love you too much to think about it.." she whispered, face red with tears.

That's what made him feel the worst. She had loved him. He killed Ranpo for no reason.

He pulled her closer, beginning to sob himself as he cradled her closely.

"I-I.. I love you too, (Y/n).."

In her eyes, he had always been good enough.

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G O T 7 pt.4

"Hey kiddos!" Guerin called out in English as she entered the dorm for HEET. She had messaged them earlier that she would be stopping by. Having wrapped up breakfast with JB she had enough time to catch the boys and Eneoji before they left for work for the day.

"Noona!" Seungbin jumped up from the couch and ran to into entryway to greet her, the large white Samoyed hot on his heels. Guerin hugged the maknae in greeting then kneeled down to give her dog attention. The other five members of HEET made their way out to greet her as well. They all settled in the living room, Eneoji sprawled across both her and the typically nonexpressive Tobio next to her.

She listened as they caught her up on how everyone had been faring and some plans they had begun working on, including a possible World Tour now that they had gotten their first wins. It hadn't been long since their last promotions ended but they had all been working hard on preparing for the next comeback. Guerin asked them if she should take Eneoji home but Seungbin and Tobio asked to let her stay longer.

"Just let me know if your days get too long and you can't get away to take her out or you cant bring her to work. She needs the attention." Guerin cautioned.

"That time might be coming soon." Byoungjin said reasonably, but once he caught the pathetic expression from Seungbin he added, "But we have another couple days at least."

"I've been running with her everyday still! Sometimes people recognize us!" The American Gabriel said excitedly, "She's been giving out pawtagraphs." The pun had been a joke between him and Guerin but had become recognized fandom canon when he had let it slip in a vlive.

"Did Jackson ever make an appointment with you?" Minhwan asked suddenly, remembering his Sunbae reaching out to him.

"Yes he did, and his puppy is super adorable, we should absolutely schedule a playdate with MinNao and Eneoji." Guerin gushed.

"I haven't seen him in a while. It would be nice to see him again." Byoungjin said, happy at the prospect of meeting up with his fellow trainee.

"I met a few other people you guys know too. Mark Tuan and JB." Guerin said, though she opted to leave out that she had just gotten breakfast with the latter to avoid too many questions, "JB even came to see Mihi fly."

"I've head of JB. Doesn't he produce under the name Defsoul?" Tobio asked curiously.

"Yes, he helped me learn music composition and arrangement." Byoungjin answered, "How is he?" He turned to Guerin and she faltered.

"Ahh... we... he is nice but we kinda had a disagreement recently." She said honestly.

"What happened? Noona are you okay?" Seungbin sat up protectively.

"Yes I'm fine. He apologized." Guerin said, touched by the fifteen-year-old's reaction as she pinched his cheek, causing him to pout slightly.

"I'm not that surprised. JB was always a little hot headed." Minhwan frowned.

Guerin was shocked, "Hot headed? I would never have described him that way. I thought he was fairly laid back, even cute sometimes."

"Cute?" Minhwan coughed out a laugh, "Im Jaebeom? He hated aegyo!"

"No I dont mean aegyo." Guerin couldn't help but laugh at the idea of JB attempting full blown aegyo, "But he has... cute mannerisms? Like he puffs out his cheeks when he is thinking, or scrunches up his face when he teases, or plays up certain emotions when he gets excited." She tried to explain.

Byoungjin was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. You just described him very well." Byoungjin shrugged, clearly not telling the full truth.

"Yeah he had some of that too but he used to get mad and blow up a lot." Minhwan explained, "If he thought someone was being disrespectful, wasting time, not trying hard enough..." Minhwan flinched, "It wasn't fun being on the receiving end of that."

"I never would have guessed." Guerin said.

"Did you get yelled at a lot, Hyung?" Gabriel asked leader Minhwan, a slight cheeky quality to the inquiry.

"No, you rude punk." Minhwan answered back with even more sass, "But JB would have destroyed you. If you aren't careful I'll call him in to teach you a lesson." He threatened playfully, giving the younger man a couple pokes to the ribs, causing Gabriel to giggle and flinch away.

"JB had a rough childhood. His birth father wasn't a good person and he suffered for it. He talked about trying to change it. He was aware and he didn't want to be the kind of man that hurt his mom." Byoungjin said seriously. Minhwan and Gabriel looked chagrined. Everyone was quiet, unsure of what to say. Guerin processed the new information carefully, adding a bit more understanding to JB's personality.

"He must be working hard. It's not easy to overcome that kind of trauma." Tobio unexpectedly said. He wasn't as talkative as the others but when he did he had a habit of poignancy. The others nodded thoughtfully.

"What did you two fight about?" Seungbin asked suddenly.

"Oh... it's so embarrassing." Guerin hid her face in Eneoji's fur.

"Noonaaaaa, tell us!" Seungbin plied, pushing her gently and using full aegyo to get her to answer. She tried to avoid looking at him but he was too powerful.

"Okay fine." She pushed Seungbin away as he grinned in triumph and Gabriel cackled.

"He... asked me to sing a song he wrote." She said quietly.

"He asked you to sing?" Gabriel was floored.

"Noona we told you that you have a nice singing voice." Minhwan boasted. They had all spent time around her so they had heard her many times.

"Yeah but I'm not a professional. It's just for fun." She felt like she had to keep repeating it.

"Maybe he likes you." Gabriel said, then adding in English, "-likes you- likes you. Y'know?"

"Gabriel!" She said astonished, "Minhwan I can't reach, would you shove him for me."

"I don't know, he might have a point." Minhwan shrugged, trying not to laugh.

"Well he better not." Seungbin said making a face, "Noona you deserve someone nice."

"Don't speak ill of people you haven't met." Tobio scolded the youngest gently. Seungbin apologized and ducked his head. Guerin smiled fondly at the well intentioned boy before she caught another thoughtful expression on Byoungjin, who quickly blanked his face as soon as their eyes met. She didn't have a chance to question him before Minhwan changed the subject to talk about Mark and Jackson too and she forgot to bring it up again until after she had left.

"Charlie-ssi, have you eaten yet?" Jinyoung asked, coming up beside his favorite producer as she pored over a thick stack of notes.

"No, not yet..." she answered, distracted.

"That's silly, it's our meal break. Come eat with me." He said, taking a step back and gesturing toward the food truck that had been sent by his costars friends.

She glanced up, feeling regretful at having to say no to such a handsome man asking her to join him for a meal, "I can't, I want to finish this first. Besides, I'm on a diet, I wasn't going to eat anyway."

Jinyoung looked offended, "A diet?" He repeated blankly.

"Yeah, I've put on some weight and being around all these beautiful actors..." she trailed off realizing she might be oversharing.

Jinyoung shook his head disapprovingly, "Ridiculous. You're beautiful the way you are." He turned to walk away, muttering, "A diet."

She was frozen for a moment. Did Park Jinyoung just call her beautiful? She shook her head. It was probably just lip service. Still, it was disappointing not being able to eat with him. But she had eaten and drunk so much last night, she was feeling positively bloated. Shaking her head once more she turned back to her notes.

A few minutes later a plate of chicken with vegetable sides and half a cupcake was placed on the table in front of her. Looking up she saw Jinyoung settling in the chair next to her, holding a similar looking plate with the other half of the cupcake. She watched him in surprise as he nonchalantly settled in, picking up his chopsticks before meeting her gaze.

"Skipping meals is unhealthy. You should take care of your body and feed it well." His genuine smile made her heart race and she blinked to get her bearings. His smile turned slightly more mischievous as he reached over to break off a piece of cupcake with his chopsticks and raise it to her lips, "but a little treat every now and then is good too."

It took her a moment but she responded by opening her mouth and taking the bite, blushing and quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen. Jinyoungs smile took over his whole face, eyes crinkling as he turned happily back to his own meal. Charlie smiled too, then set aside her notes to dig in as well, talking with him as a few more crew members joined them at the table creating happy chatter during their break.

Guerin had met up with Jackson and MinNao for another training session, this one focusing on loose leash walking. Jackson and his puppy were both eager to learn and absorbed information, putting it into practice readily. The two humans chatted about training theory as they walked but it devolved into general chatter and joking around.

"Oh, why don't we get a coffee? MinNao can practice being calm and greeting people." Guerin suggested suddenly as they passed a shop with outdoor seating.

Jackson beamed, "That sounds great!"

"Go ahead and get seated. I'll order inside." Guerin pointed to a table on the patio.

"Wait, take my card." Jackson started to reach for his wallet.

"Nope! It's on me!" Guerin grinned and skipped away from him through the doors, ignoring his protests. He was left to make his way to the patio with his rotund red puppy. It wasn't long before Guerin reappeared with two iced Americanos, placing one in front of a pouty Jackson as she settled across from him.

"Oh MinNao, yes, I missed you too." Guerin cooed at the puppy who had begun wiggling as soon as she was back in sight, pointedly ignoring the sulking man. Jackson squinted his eyes petulantly, reaching over to his drink for a sip, not looking away. Once Guerin sat back she couldnt help but giggle at Jackson's exaggerated mood.

"Oh come on," she protested with a laugh, "Can't I buy a friend a coffee?" She returned his pout playing up the cuteness as much as possible.

Jackson let out his trademark high pitched squeal "Cuuuuute!" He exclaimed, leaning back and crossing his arms over himself defensively, dimples showing from his grin. Guerin couldn't help but laughing at his adorable reaction. The two continued their banter, intermittently reinforcing and playing with MinNao until during a lull Jackson changed the subject.

"Did you ever end up talking to JB again?"

Guerin took a moment, piecing together how she wanted to phrase the experience, "Yeah... he actually apologized. He seemed really genuinely upset with himself."

"What happened?" Jackson leaned forward curiously.

"It happened the same night we went out." She paused, "It sounds weird but he ended up at my apartment, drunk. He was really upset and apologizing a lot. I didn't feel comfortable sending him away that drunk so I let him pass out on the couch."

Jackson had no poker face. He sat back, looking disgruntled, "He spent the night?"

Guerin immediately tried to clarify, "Yeah but he was just passed out on the couch. It wasn't like... that." She floundered, "The next morning he didn't even remember but he bought us breakfast and apologized properly." Jackson still had an odd expression on his face so she tried to move on, unsure of how to phrase the scenario any better, "He actually asked me to try recording again."

"What did you say?" Jackson asked.

"I told him I'd try it." She felt strangely guilty admitting it so she avoided Jacksons gaze by focusing on taking a sip on her drink. Jackson floundered for a moment. He didn't want Guerin to set herself up for hurt again but JB was a close friend.

"If he apologized then he'll be better this time." He said, nodding resolutely, "You can trust him."

Guerin was relieved with Jacksons understanding. Him vouching for JB's character set her more at ease, "Thanks Jackson. It feels good to hear you say that." She smiled softly at him.

He beamed back at her before changing his expression to overdone disapproval to match his scolding tone, "But you don't have to let just anyone stay at your house overnight. You should be more careful!"

She laughed in shock, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in English, "Nothing happened! It was nothing!" She said defensively.

"Still. It looks bad. Next time send him home." He said petulantly.

"Whatever." She said in English again, tsking at his attitude dismissively. They argued playfully for a bit before the conversation flowed naturally in another direction.

JB and Jackson met for dinner later that evening. They caught up with light chatter about their current projects and Jacksons upcoming schedules in China. Their discussion was light and friendly, with a lot of laughter from the both of them.

"Guerin agreed to try recording for my new song." JB brought up amidst their discussion of projects.

"Hyung." Jackson said suddenly. JB looked up at Jackson while reaching for a bite of food, "You need to be nice to her this time." Jackson added seriously. JB hesitated, remembering seeing Jackson hugging Guerin after his blow up.

"Ah..." he didn't know what to say so he shoved some food in his mouth as he thought. Jackson waited. "I was wrong that time. I was a jerk. I won't do it again." He said resolutely.

"And you shouldn't spend the night at her house either." Jackson added seriously. JB looked at his friend with wide eyes, shocked.

"I saw Guerin today. She said you came over to apologize." Jackson said, "I know you meant well... but... I told you before I like her. So I don't like you staying there overnight."

JB finished chewing and swallowed, "Ah... about that..." Jackson looked at him inquisitively, "I didn't say anything before. I thought I could give it up. But I like Guerin too." He looked ashamed, "I tried to distance myself and I got upset and I took it out on her. So I decided I need to be honest with both of you. I'm sorry I wasn't honest from the beginning."

Jackson couldn't hide his surprise. A variety of emotions passed across his face rendered uncharacteristically speechless. JB waited patiently for him to recover. After a few moments Jackson looked resolute, "We can't help how we feel. Neither of us own Guerin or have a right. Regardless, you're my precious friend and nothing is going to change that."

"Waaahhhh." JB said, impressed. He offered his hand to his friend which Jackson took and they shook fondly, "That was cool." They grinned at each other.

"I'm still going to confess." Jackson said, widening his eyes and locking eyes with JB who chuckled at his friends comical expression.

"Yeah. I think I will too." JB responded.

"Don't spend the night at her house again though." Jackson pouted at JB.

"I can't promise that." JB said breaking the seriousness, turning his gaze to food and reaching for another bite.

"Hyunggg." Jackson caught onto the shift in the mood as he whined, "Don't be like this."

"Like what?" JB played innocent, chewing and opening his arms questioningly.

"Hyuuuunnngggg...." Jackson whined more, pouting with his full body, causing JB to laugh loudly and offer the barely younger man a bite of food to satiate his sulk.

"Thanks for helping me pick out some new makeup." Charlie smiled at Mark. The two of them were meandering toward the famous makeup district in Seoul.

"It's no problem! I don't have a shoot today and I like spending time with you." He responded with a smile, but had to look away at the last part shyly. Charlie blushed, unsure of how he intended the message but she was flattered regardless.

"I usually do really simple makeup but with our wrap party soon I wanted something a bit more flashy. I figured, you're a model, you might know what you're doing." She shrugged.

Mark laughed, "Well I usually have makeup done to me but lucky you I can do some as well."

The pair entered a shop and meandered through, with Mark making suggestions and offering feedback on Charlie's questions.

"I don't know if that color would look good on me..." she said dubiously eyeing sparkly purple eyeshadow.

"Sure it will. Pair it with this lighter shade, it'll complement your hair well and go with your pink contacts." He pushed. When she continued looking doubtful he pouted at her, "You said you wanted a bolder look, don't you trust me? You should at least try it."

"Okay... I'll try it." Charlie gave in to his cute expression.

Mark beamed, causing her heart to race. He really had an unnecessarily beautiful face. An unnecessarily beautiful everything. She blinked to clear her thoughts as he grabbed the sample eyeshadows. She reached to out to take them from him but he pulled away.

"I'll do it, so you can see what I mean." Mark said. Charlie hesitated then dropped her hand.

"Okay..." She couldn't think of a reason to not let him and just hoped she could cope with proximity.

"Close your eyes." He instructed as he opened the first shade. She obeyed and tried not to flinch as he applied the colors and blended them together. It felt like forever. He was so close his breath would wash across her face and neck. His touches were gentle but precise. Her mind wanted to wander but she locked that down as best she could. "Okay." He said finally.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to still see him so close to her. He studied his handiwork then nodded, looking into her eyes with a proud close lipped smile, "It looks great on you."

She felt herself blushing again and turned away quickly with the pretense of finding a mirror. Locating one quickly she looked in and gasped, "Oh, wow that does look really cool."

"Thanks." Mark stepped up behind her, still looking proud.

"Alright I'll get these then." She nodded but avoided his gaze.

"Let's find a lip color to go with it. Maybe something more neutral..." Mark said thoughtfully before turning and wandering toward the lip section. Charlie took a couple breaths before following after him.

"Boy Howdy do I got news." Guerin said, slipping into the chair across the table from her friend. The two of them often defaulted to English when speaking with each other. Charlie looked up, from her coffee. She and Mark had gone their separate ways not too long ago. She had, of course, removed the makeup before leaving the shop.

"Same." Charlie sighed in response, leaning her head on her hand as she frowned at her friend.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Guerin leaned forward expectantly, curious about the news.

"I might be imagining things..." Charlie started, then fidgeted as she tried to piece together what to say, "Probably just wishful thinking..." she trailed off again.

"Spit it out!" Guerin urged, tapping the table to snap her friend back to attention.

Charlie groaned and covered her face, "I'm just thinking ugh! So... I think I have feelings."

"Oooohhhhhh?!" Guerin sat up with a grin and wiggled excitedly, "Who is the lucky person?"

"That's the problem. Well. One of them..." she started to trail off again before she caught Guerin's gaze again and forced herself to spit out, "I think I like two people. I think I like Jinyoung and Mark..." Guerin grinned and let out an appreciative sound but Charlie continued, "And I think... they might like me? But I'm not sure. And like... what could two such handsome men see in someone like me? I must be imagining it."

Guerin scoffed, "Yeah, what could two men see in a smart, fun, sweet, beautiful, strong woman like yourself. Absolutely ridiculous." The sarcasm couldn't have been laid on thicker.

Charlie forced one corner of her mouth up into what was supposed to be a smile but was more like a disbelieving grimace, "Thanks..."

"Don't you give me that face. Give yourself some credit. You don't have to believe everything I said, even if it IS the truth. But you have a lot of excellent qualities. What's not to like?" Guerin argued.

"Come on, maybe for an average person. But these guys are surrounded by incredibly beautiful people all the time. I am so plain in comparison. I barely wear makeup and my standard is hoodies and jeans." Charlie looked increasingly despondent as she spoke.

Guerin frowned, "You might not be a movie star but give these guys some credit. Hopefully anyone you like would be decent enough to not measure a person's worth by how glamorous they can be." Charlie still didn't look convinced, "Listen I can't make you believe me. I haven't met Jinyoung but I did meet Mark. I might have been having a bad night but even I could tell, ya boi was into ya."

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at her friends earnest and goofy way of speaking. "If you say so." She suddenly looked up, determined, "Speaking of! Any news on that front?"

"Oh, yeah. Geez." Guerin launched into the explanation of JB coming over drunk that same night. At first she told the same edited version she had told Jackson but after finishing she hesitated.

"Well it's good that he apologized." Charlie narrowed her eyes at her friends expression, "Guerin you have no poker face. What are you hiding?"

Guerin laughed nervously, "I uh... well... while he was drunk... it kinda sounded like he was confessing feelings too."

It was Charlie's turn to coo at the juicy gossip. Guerin waved her hand dismissively, "Don't get excited. When he woke up he didn't say it again. He didn't even remember."

"Mmhmm." Charlie said, sipping her coffee like Hyungwon. Guerin rolled her eyes, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "Sounds like you've got a love triangle."

"What? With who?" Guerin gasped.

"JB and Jackson." Charlie said in a sing song voice.

"Oh stop. JB was drunk and Jackson is friendly with everyone." Guerin shook her head.

"Mmhmm." She made another point of sipping her coffee with emphasis. "You make a big production of how every man should be in love with me and you can't even notice a puppy begging for attention and a drunk confession. Come on."

Guerin could understand her perspective but still found it unbelievable. She didn't voice her thoughts again.

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