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garbinge · 1 year ago

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When Summer Ends (4)

Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC Nicky Maybank From these August Prompts: “Necessary Theft"

Summary: Nicky Maybank, JJ’s older sister, just graduated. Her summer break was supposed to be normal. Work, party, chill. But then she somehow Topper came into the mix. Fun little summer romance fic with the twist of a pogue navigating a relationship with a kook.

A/N: A little update for my favs.

TW: All my fics are 18+. Cursing, angsty.

Chapter Index

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!)

Nicky woke up to the sound of water splashing, her eyes opened wide from the noise when she realized she was in the hammock at the chateau. Her memories of the night prior filled her head. She was out with Topper, like she had been for the past few nights. The two of them mainly spent their time more south than the cut, away from prying curious eyes of Kildare. Occupying parks, beaches, sometimes they even just stayed parked in Topper’s car and talking, laughing…making out for hours. That didn’t stop her from her usual shenanigans with the Pogues, while she was around a lot less, she tried to keep up her appearances to avoid anyone saying anything. And if they did, she’d say she worked late, was spending time with friends from her grade that even though each Pogue knew, they wouldn’t ever run into them let alone ask if it was true.

As she came to it she saw John B on the dock tying the HMS Pogue to the boards, likely what the splashing was that woke her up. The fire pit was ashing out, just small embers pulsing as the low breeze killed any hopes of it picking back up. The empty beer bottles and silence outside of the docking boat let Nicky know she was the last one here, it wasn’t that it was unlike her to sleep at The Chateau but lately she was very aware and preservative of her time. Her hands searched for her phone in the hammock and found it. 2%. It was enough for her to check the time and her messages.

9:54AM

Topper 7:14AM:

You still wanna go take the boat out today?

She quickly responded back with the little battery she had.

Nicky 9:55AM:

Yea, sorry I was asleep. Wanna go in the late afternoon? Sunset ride?

After hitting send, she crawled out of the hammock and placed her phone in the back of her jean short pocket. John B was making his way up the dock to the yard.

“Sorry to wake you!” He chuckled.

Nicky stood in the yard, hand on her hip and other hand shielding her eyes from the sun. “I’m sure you owed me a wake up call!”

John B laughed at that. “That’s true, you normally are the early bird Maybank.”

“Speaking of Maybanks, JJ went home?” She looked around at John B approached.

“Uh,” John B paused to think of what to say. “Yea, I think, he left here kind of early.”

“Freaky Friday.” Nicky smiled oblivious to John B being on edge. “Alright, I’ll catch ya later.” She threw up the peace sign and turned to grab one of the many bikes JJ and John B shared between themselves.

Nicky tossed the bike against the house before dredging her way inside. Her phone pinging before she entered the porch door.

Topper 10:09AM:

Sounds good, pick you up normal spot at 4?

But before she could respond, the noise of banging from inside the house alerted her and she placed her phone back in her pocket, she tried to open the porch screen quietly but it was old and creaky so it was impossible. Whoever was inside didn’t mind or hear the creaks so Nicky proceeded with caution. It could have been some of low life townies breaking in and stealing whatever was around, but more likely it could have been her father back from whatever bender. She hoped it was the shithead townies, she could scare them easily but her father, that was a whole other beast.

The living room was quiet when she entered but immediately a figure walking by in the kitchen alerted her. Her eyes jumped to the person. JJ. Relief exhaled out of her mouth and the tension left her body immediately as she rested against the back door.

“Jesus Christ, JJ. You scared the fuck out of me.” Another sigh left her mouth as she stepped closer to the kitchen. Her relief was short lived when she saw tons of metal pieces and parts littered on their kitchen island and counters. “JJ, what the fuck is this?”

“It’s our rent, our bills, our past dues, and oh yea,” he lifted up a copper part and smiled at his sister, “free, fun, spending.”

“JJ what the fuck is all of this?” Nicky wasn’t nearly as happy as her little brother was. Their entire table space was covered, as she got a closer look she realized they were boat parts, some older and rusted and some brand new.

“Boat and drone parts from the salvage yard.” JJ was so nonchalant in how he answered.

“JJ.” Nicky stared at everything.

“Nicky.” JJ mocked her with a laugh.

“Tell me you didn’t steal all of this.” Her hand raised to her forehead as she processed everything.

“What does it matter, I can sell this shit off on the mainland and it’ll never come back to us.” JJ acted as if he had everything solved.

“There’s fuckin trackers in the drone parts, JJ!” Nicky lifted the one part of the drone that was still on.

JJ was quick to grab it from her and smash it on the table along with the other one he had as well. “Problem solved.”

Nicky closed her eyes as she tried to think of what to do. “This is fucking theft, JJ.”

“I’d like to consider it necessary theft.” He tilted his head from side to side as he leveled with his sister.

“That’s not a real fuckin’ thing, JJ.” She kept saying his name, like that was going to ground him or something. “And even if it was, necessary theft would be stealing food or clothes, something of necessity!” Her voice raised.

“I’m pretty sure money is a necessity, and these parts = money, Nicky.” JJ was getting aggravated.

“And what happens if Dad comes home, huh? Sees this shit and fucks off with it? Then what? Then we’re left with the crime and nothing to show for it.” Nicky began arguing with him.

“Dad’s not fucking coming home. You know that!” JJ met her tone. “C’mon, Nick, we need this.”

“No, I’m taking care of us. Rent is paid through till the fall, there's food here isn’t there? Our bills are next to nothing because we’re never really here.” Nicky argued the anger boiling in her gut. She did everything to avoid this.

“Exactly, you’re never here!” JJ yelled now, his voice being fully raised. “I had to step up!”

“For what reason?! Everything was taken care of! You don’t realize this is just digging you into a hole you’re never going to get out of, everything I do is so you can avoid this shit but you always end up back in it, what the fuck is wrong with you, JJ?!”

The last sentence cut. He was just trying to help. Nicky knew that, but she was frustrated.

“I guess I’m just a chip off the ol’ Maybank block.” JJ was hurt, Nicky could hear it in his voice. He was starting to walk away when Nicky blocked him.

“Fuck, JJ. No I’m sorry.” She grabbed his arms. He looked down at her uncomfortably. “I just, I don’t want this for you, I don’t want this for us.” She pointed at the parts. “I try so hard for us to live comfortably and legally.” She laughed hoping JJ would ease down.

He did let out a chuckle. “I appreciate you wanting to help, I always do. But this will do more harm than good. We gotta bring it back, or dump it somewhere that it can’t be tracked back to us. It’s too risky to bring it to the mainland and sell it.” Nicky explained in a more calmer voice.

JJ just nodded, his disheveled hair falling into his face as he did. Nicky nodded back and brought him in for a hug. “I love you, little brother.”

“Love you too.” He mumbled as he embraced the girl back.

“You want my help dealing with this?” She pointed to the mess on the table as they ended their hug.

“Nah, I’ll call John B. We got it over, we can get it back.” His hand raked through his hair.

Nicky smirked thinking back to John B coming back to the chateau this morning and feeling like an idiot for missing the obvious display of anxiety he had from hiding all of this from her.

“I got plans in a bit but you wanna hang out tomorrow? Just me and you? I heard I’m never around anymore.” Nicky’s eyebrows raised as she stared at her brother who let his head fall down in a laugh.

“Yea sounds good, we can catch the morning break if you’re down?”

“Sounds like a plan, I’m gonna go shower, I smell like the bonfire from last night.”

JJ nodded again and turned to take care of the hundreds of parts scattered everywhere while Nicky turned to lock herself in the bathroom. That was a lot to digest, there was a lot done and said. While she thought she was doing a good job at hiding things, she was MIA a lot and exhausted from hiding things. But she still felt this was better than the alternative, for now at least. She turned the shower on and as she let the water warm up she brought her phone out.

Nicky 10:25AM

“Usual spot in an hour?”

Topper replied within seconds.

Topper 10:25AM

“Eager to see me? I’ll be there.”

#OBX #outer banks #outer banks netflix #OBX fanfic #OBX fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #JJ Maybank #JJ Maybank Sister #Maybank Sister #OC Nicky Maybank #OC Nicky #topper thornton #john b routledge #Topper Thornton x OFC #Maybank!Sister #my writing #garbinge

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josephseedismyfather · 1 year ago

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OCs as other characters

I was tagged by @cassietrn and @inafieldofdaisies for this quiz, thank you so much friends! 🥰 I was pretty excited to do this one!

Harley Jane ❤️

Allison Reynolds (Breakfast Club): 95% Rue Bennett (Euphoria): 93% Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad): 87% Jimmy McGill (Better Call Saul): 87% April Ludgate (Parks and Recreation): 87% Charlie Kelly (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia): 87% Janis Ian (Mean Girls): 85% Jack Maine (A Star Is Born): 84% Ian Gallagher (Shameless): 82% Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham): 82%

Evangeline Rose 💛

Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds): 96% Peggy Carter (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 93% Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU): 92% Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul): 91% Maid Marian (Robin Hood): 89% Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith): 88% Legolas (Lord of the Rings): 87% Belle (Beauty and the Beast): 86% Phil Coulson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.): 85% Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird): 84%

The Dep 💙

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things): 97% Gaston (Beauty and the Beast): 95% Boromir (Lord of the Rings): 92% Tyler Durden (Fight Club): 89% Sterling Archer (Archer): 89% Mercutio (Romeo and Juliet): 88% Han Solo (Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope): 88% Wolverine (X-Men): 85% Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones (Once Upon a Time): 84% John Bender (The Breakfast Club): 83% Tagging with no pressure and apologies for doubles: @wrathfulrook, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @trench-rot, @ladyoriza, @redreart, @hotmessteaparty, @g0dspeeed, @v0idbuggy, @insanityofvaas, @simplegenius042, @malefiquinn, @strangefable, @noodlecupcakes, @neverthesameneveranother, @chazz-anova, @aristomal, @villageofshadow, @ocdemon-747, and whoever else wants to play. Tag me! 😘

#quiz #tagged 🖤#oc: harley jane #oc: evangeline rose #untitled john wip #far cry 5 oc #character info

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adelaidedrubman · 2 years ago

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OCS CHARACTER ASSIGNMENT

tagged by @corvosattano to take this character quiz for some flop bitches and pick out five i recognized from the top twenty to devastate them. sending tags along to @florbelles @unholymilf @henbased @belorage @sukoshimikan @shellibisshe @blissfulalchemist @roofgeese @jackiesarch @confidentandgood @shallow-gravy @ishwaris @trench-rot @derelictheretic @voidika @g0dspeeed @socially-awkward-skeleton @jacobsneed @direwombat @fourlittleseedlings @a-far-cry-from-my-main @stacispratt @indorilnerevarine and anyone who would like to play!

john bender (the breakfast club)

the joker (the dark night)

haymitch abernathy (the hunger games)

faye valentine (cowboy bebop)

villanelle (killing eve)

professor oak (pokémon)

dr. bedelia du maurier (hannibal)

sailor mercury (sailor moon)

gus fring (breaking bad)

dana scully (the x-files)

#other dishonorable mentions for jessie.#dr. house. rick sanchez.#and one honorable mention: kara starbuck thrace #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: jenna swann #anyways. villanelle was actually inspo! the rest. well.

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slash-aaa · 9 months ago

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⭐ ( gimme all of u i’m greedy ty x )

send a ⭐ for muses i would be interested in throwing at yours / potential muse combinations.

madison montgomery & john bender - just because of the attitudes and how potentially toxic they would be.

alex russo & michael moscovitz - i just think they would absolutely vibe. they're both so chill. he can play some music and she can do whatever she wants.

aurora renaud & jack skellington - i'm imagining aurora wandering into the feywilds and ending up stumbling upon jack, who is also lost in there lmao.

verna & omen lancaster - omen is a witch and a wanderer who helps creatures and monsters where needed. it's giving kind of opposites vibes, but they'd have a mutual respect i think.

addison montgomery & mateo rivera - mateo is my ga oc who starts as an intern at the hospital and obviously moves up from there. he's an ex con, so everyone either is scared of him or whispers about him. maybe he can work with addison and she can see he's not bad.

stu macher & any of your scream muses - i have verses where he survived, so we can work with a bunch of stuff.

carlisle cullen & joyce byers - doctor moves to the small down several years ago to help out. he's probably seen the boys come through his clinic a lot and he's grown fond of joyce. he wants to help where he can.

taissa turner & natalie scatorccio - with tai paying for nat's rehab, i would just love to see their dynamic more. also when they're teens.

tatiana vasiliev & genevieve belmont - both vampires. gen is on the run and is hiding out in a poppy house / vampire lounge, so maybe tatiana can frequent there or go there for information or something.

sydney kaiser & cain fahey - can be rival assassins, or she can meet him after he goes rogue. or she can even be the one sent after him when he goes rogue.

ra mi young & rick grimes or joel miller - love me some apocalypse things, so i'm down for either ra mi young being the doctor in rick's group, or her tagging along with joel / ellie or even meeting her where tommy is.

ares asare & john wick - i didn't see any information for ares, but i'm sure there's a ton of potential.

johanna avery & dana polk or daniel le domas - take your pick of my final girl or my final boy. they can bond or hate each other. and perhaps get into another horror Together.

#waested #i missed you <3

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nightwingshero · 2 years ago

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Ship Songs

I was tagged by @simonxriley @aceghosts @baldurrs @marivenah to list 5-10 songs for a ship, thank you lovelies!! I’m definitely going to cheat because I love tag games with music regarding ocs. I go ham on playlists. Thank you so much for the tag!!!

Tagging: @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @playstationmademe @socially-awkward-skeleton @shegetsburned @sstewyhosseini @voidika @direwombat @fadedjacket @vampireninjabunnies-blog @glowwormsmith @inafieldofdaisies and whoever else!!! I really went for their throats and I might have teared up a bit at Anna’s last song tbh. Below the cut because I did...a few ships. (Also this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, so if you’ve already been tagged--ignore me).

Wren Blake x John Seed (x: two scales balanced)

I’ll Follow You - Shinedown

Just like the tower we never built And the shadow of all the guilt When the other hand was pointed at you Yet the first step is the one you believe in And the second one might be profound

Silvertongue - Young the Giant

Trying to think of a way to get started Stutter, my full train of thought just departed Taste of Mezcal on my breath Let me get this off your chest Open my mind, but the gems falling out Make you lose control

Unholy Confessions - Avenged Sevenfold

"I'll try, " she said as he walked away "Try not to lose you" Two vibrant hearts could change Nothing tears the being more than deception, unmasked fear "I'll be here waiting tested and secure" Nothing hurts my world Just affects the ones around me When sin's deep in my blood You'll be the one to fall

Hold Me Down - Halsey

Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walking me across a fragile line I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

Empty Gold - Halsey

I, I must confess How hard I tried to breathe Through the trees of loneliness You, you must confess How hard you need to see Through the heart beating out my chest Feel like we've been falling down Like these autumn leaves But baby don't let winter come Don't let our hearts freeze If the morning light don't steal our soul We will walk away from empty gold Dark as midnight sun Smoke as black as charcoal Fills into our fragile lungs 'Cause when our demons come Dancing in the shadows To a game that can't be won

Wren Blake x Eric Northman (x: eternally yours)

Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey

In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel looking to get fucked hard Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer Life imitates art You got that medicine I need Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please I don't really wanna know what's good for me God's dead, I said, "Baby, that's alright with me"

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Either way he wanted her and this was bad He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

There's a place in the dark where the animals go You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo I've really been on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me A kiss before she goes Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me Your kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be In love with all of these vampires So you can leave like the sane, abandon me

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames Hanging upside down For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

Siren - Kailee Morgue

There's a bright side To every wrong thing If you're looking at me through the right eyes Darkness in my name Don't you wanna come and play on the cool side Don't be so shy There's a pleasure in hidin' from the sun No, I was never one for pretty weather I'd rather be a creep, baby, follow me into the water I'll take you to the darker This could be perfection A venom drippin' in your mouth Singin' like a siren Love me while your wrists are bound You've been seeing me in your dreams but I'll be there when your reality drowns

Whitney Seed x Joseph Seed (x: far from eden)

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.

Oh life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up That's me in the corner That's me in the spot-light Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough

Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes Says it feels like heaven to him Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you own me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you own me, gimme them coinsAnd I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth

From Eden - Hozier

Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Hard Feelings - Lorde

I light all the candles Cut flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you These days, we kiss and we keep busy The waves come after midnight I call from underwater Why even try to get right? When you've outgrown a lover The whole world knows but you It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon Hard feelings These are what they call hard feelings of love When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold, oh oh Alone with the hard feelings of love God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home, oh oh Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave But I still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me I'll start letting go of little things 'til I'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah

Talk - Hozier

I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love (hey ya) I'd be the sweet feeling of release Mankind now dreams of (hey ya) That's found in the last witness Before the wave hits Marveling at God (hey ya) Before he feels alone One final time And marries the sea Imagine being loved by me I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

Grace Harding x Charles Smith (x: meet me in the woods)

Better Love - Hozier

And I've never loved a darker blue Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully When our truth is burned from history By those who figured justice in fond memory, witness me Like fire weeping from a cedar tree Know that my love would burn with me We'll live eternally

In the Cold, Cold Night - The White Stripes

I can't stand it any longer I need the fuel to make my fire bright So don't fight it any longer Come to me again in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night And I know that you feel it too When my skin turns into glue You will know that it's warm inside And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night

Wait By The River - Lord Huron

And the stars fill the river As it flows into the sky And the mind leaves the body And floats higher and higher If we can't be together I will leave this world behind If I can't touch your body Can I touch the sky? I will wait by the river I will wait by the river I will wait by the river I will wait by the river

Silence - Marshmello, Khalid

I'm in need of a savior (savior), but I'm not asking for favors My whole life, I've felt like a burden I think too much, and I hate it I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence I found peace in your violence Can't show me, there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long I found peace in your violence Can't show me, there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long

Would That I - Hozier

So in awe there I stood as you Licked off the grain Though I've handled the wood I still worship the flame Long as amber of ember glows All the wood that I'd loved is long ago And it's not tonight (Oh, oh) When I'm set alight (Oh, oh) And I blink inside (Oh, oh) Oh, your blinding light (Oh, oh) Oh, that's not tonight (Oh, oh) When you hold me tight (Oh, oh) All the fire bright (Oh, oh) Oh, let it blaze alright (Oh, oh) Hope you're good to me Hope you're good to me (Oh, oh) Hope that you're good to me Baby (Oh, oh) Oh, oh, you're good to me You're good to me (Oh, oh) Hope that you're good to me, baby (Oh, oh)

Anna Dubois x Arthur Morgan (x: wait by the river)

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold

Heaven When I held you again How could We ever just be friends? I would rather die than let you go Juliet to your Romeo How I heard you say "I would never fall in love again until I found her" I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her I found you

Outlaws - Au/Ra

Oh, now that we got blood on our hands No, we'll never hide the contraband No, let me not surrender, if we go down its together I'm gonna make a stand 'Cause we are outlaws, wave your guns facing that forty-fives We are outlaws, know we're there taking our heart to life We got gold in our pockets and this love that we got Its beating in our chests like the wild wild west

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you'd play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in Father, tell me if you can All that grace, all that body All that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

It Will Come Back - Hozier

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh, please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born You'll hear me howling outside your door

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again?

Thela x Geralt (x: wolves without teeth)

It’s Been Awhile - Staind

And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fucked things up again, again Why must I feel this way? Just make this go away Just one more peaceful day And it's been awhile Since I could look at myself straight And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry And it's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candles light your face And it's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste

Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men

And I run from wolves, ooh Breathing heavily At my feet And I run from wolves, ooh Tearing into me Without teeth I can see through you We are the same It's perfectly strange You run in my veins How can I keep you Inside my lungs I breathe what is yours You breathe what is mine

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

In every window, I pass Your reflection in the glass Makes me wonder if my mind is going Shadows shifting in the rain Slowly driving me insane By the stars above, I know we were in love I have only 'til the night is over I feel the weather change I hear the river say your name I watch the birds fly by I see an emerald in the sky

Moonsea - PHILDEL

There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black? (I called it, I called it, I called it) All the violence that I swore you could have back There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that I called it, I called it I called it the moonsea It is a cruel dream From up so high I can hardly decide If you're waving hello or waving goodbye Here in the moonsea It is a cruel dream Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart All that we share is the view of these stars

Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls they play, yeah Yeah love I hope you know How much my heart depends, yeah But I guess that's love I can't pretend I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh But I guess that's love I can't pretend I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh

#x: two scales balanced #x: eternally yours #x: far from eden #x: meet me in the woods #x: wait by the river #x: wolves without teeth #my ships #tag games

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tokyosgroeningverseblog · 3 months ago

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☆ ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬 ☆

Hello, fellow dorks !! This is my blog specifically for content relating to Matt Groening’s series (The Simpsons, Futurama and Disenchantment), which I call the Groeningverse !

☆☆☆ 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬 ☆☆☆

☆ Call me Tokyo or Angel !! (Tokyo is slightly preferred)

☆ She/her, cisgender female

☆ Birthday is September 27th, I am a Libra. I am also a minor

☆ Bisexual and omnicurious, preference for men

☆ OC x canon shipper !

☆ Has scoliosis and is being tested for autism

☆ Currently dating someone <3

☆☆☆ 𝔅𝔜𝔉, 𝔇𝔑ℑ, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 ☆☆☆

BYF

☆ I am pretty open about my opinions, especially when it comes to disliking something. I understand if you disagree, but I prefer not to argue over things as silly as me not liking a character you like or something of the like.

☆ Despite being a minor, I do make inappropriate jokes and even draw suggestive things sometimes. I understand that's not everyone's cup of tea.

☆ Some of the media I consume is made by controversial people. Please know that I don't support their actions whatsoever.

☆ I sometimes say things like "kms", but I'm not serious about it unless stated otherwise.

☆ I need tonetags sometimes, and it's hard for me to get jokes every now and then.

☆ I sometimes use Gen Alpha slang as a joke, like “skibidi”, “sigma”, etc.

☆ I am a massive simp for characters, lol

DNI

☆ Proshippers. I won’t go out of my way to harass a proshipper or darkshipper, because that’s wrong, but I don’t want them interacting with me because shipping problematic things makes me uncomfortable.

☆ Basic criteria (discrimination, problematic phillias, etc.)

☆ AI “art” and NFT users

☆ If you’re under 13. You shouldn’t even be on Tumblr, man.

☆ If you ship real people together

☆ If you are against OC x canon or self shipping (I’m not a self shipper, but I support it as long as it isn’t problematic)

Thin Ice

☆ Fetish artists (I’ve met some that are actually very respectful, so it’s not an immediate DNI)

☆ People with specific fandoms in their DNI (I don’t think it makes sense imo ?? Blocking out an entire fandom just because you don’t like a piece of media or the creator of it just,,, rubs me the wrong way ? Idk, I’m a huge art vs. artist believer)

☆ People with “boring people” in their DNI (that is very unspecific. How am I supposed to not interact if I don’t know whether or not you’d see me as a boring person ???)

PLEASE INTERACT !!

☆ People who like Zapp Brannigan (he’s so hated, so I really enjoy seeing people who also really like him :D)

☆ Fellow OC x canon shippers and selfshippers !! (Y’all are so cool !!!)

☆ People who share the same fictional crushes or ship OCs/self inserts with the same characters (some people don’t like when others share the same f/o’s or fictional crushes, but I love it. It’s so cool to have someone who can agree with me 100% when I gush over a character they also like)

☆☆☆ 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔯𝔬𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 ☆☆☆

I am most active w/ Futurama rn, and least active with Disenchantment as I have not gotten to watch it yet.

Favorite characters

☆ The Simpsons: Moe Szyslak, Cecil Terwilliger, Sideshow Bob, Lionel Hutz, Reverend Lovejoy and Mr. Burns

☆ Futurama: Phillip J. Fry, Zapp Brannigan, Kif Kroker, Bender Rodriguez, Turanga Leela and Dr. John Zoidberg

☆ Disenchantment: Due to having not watched it yet, I don’t quite have a favorites list. But from the clips I’ve seen, probably Princess Bean and Luci so far ?? I’m not sure

OC x canon ships !!

The first name is the character, the second one is the OC

☆ Moe Szyslak x Rhonda Branston (status: dating or married, depending on the drawing)

☆ Cecil Terwilliger x Lawrence Terwilliger (status: married)

☆ Lionel Hutz x Loretta Kingston (status: dating)

☆ Phillip J. Fry x Stella Brannigan (status: this one’s a bit complicated. I would go with dating, but I’m not sure yet)

Planning on making a StrawPage dedicated entirely to listing my OCs for the Groeningverse, so you guys can get to know them better :)

Btw, here’s my StrawPage ! So you can find my other accounts that aren’t primarily for Groening’s shows and other coolio stuff like my Discord server

http://tokyosmaddhouse.straw.page/

#blog intro #blog info #i wanted to make a better intro compared to the post about me coming back from the dead lol #artists on deviantart #artists on tumblr #Will update this especially whenever I finally get to watch Disenchantment #Just waiting on my parents to unrestrict my Netflix account since they said they would

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justmoondustwoman · 4 years ago

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sincerely yours — bonus #1

Summary: Eisley Tusie was no stranger to Saturday detentions, but there was just something about that one Saturday that changed her.

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: none

Monday March 26, 1984

EISLEY WALKED DOWN THE HALLWAY BESIDE JOHN ON THEIR WAY OUT OF THE BUILDING. The young woman was tucked comfortably underneath his arm. While a barely visible smile was on John's face, Eisley smiled widely. They'd been nearly inseparable all day, much to the disbelief of quite a few people. Around them, people gave them curious glances, and one girl that was considered popular whispered behind her hands to her friends, eyeing the couple as they passed. Neither of them cared, though.

"Hey, Bri," Eisley called when the boy came into sight.

Brian looked up from his conversation with his friends, looking a little confused until he spotted his new friends. He grinned and waved enthusiastically, and Eisley's already wide smile got a little bigger. Brian's friends looked between their friend and the girl and even John, wide-eyed and bewildered. John, having witnessed the entire exchange, chuckled.

Claire came into sight, next. She was surrounded by her friends that spoke loudly about things that Eisley didn't much care for. The darker skinned girl's wide smile reduced to one that was a bit smaller, but still very much there. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to the red haired girl when they met eyes. Claire watched them for a moment before subtly nodding back and returning to the conversation with her friends.

Refusing to let Claire ruin her good mood, Eisley allowed her smile to get wide again as she and John passed the girl and her friends by. She knew deep down that Claire wouldn't really change, no matter how loud Eisley told her that her friends shouldn't control her. It was disappointing, yes, but not unexpected.

Andrew was the one that initiated the interaction next. "Hey!" he shouted over the chatter of the hallway when he spotted them, ignoring the fact that his jock buddies looked scandalized. When the couple spotted the blond boy, he began waving at them. Eisley waved back while John threw up a hand as a greeting. Andrew smiled and turned back to his friends, explaining that Eisley was his friend. Denny Duchamp didn't look at all pleased with that revelation.

Allison was outside waiting for her parents to pick her up. She was typically always one of the first people out of the building because she never really had any friends to talk to that kept her from leaving immediately. However, she was pleasantly surprised when Eisley and John passed her on the sidewalk, both giving the girl a smile — Eisley's bigger than John's, of course — and a quick "hello" as they walked on.

John walked Eisley most of the way home. He stopped a few blocks away, where he'd have to separate from her so that he could head to his own home. He didn't really want to leave her, he didn't want to go home, so he wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of it. He didn't really know what it smelled like, he just knew that he liked it. Eisley's face was pressed against his chest and her arms were tightly secured around his torso. He smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne, and it made her smile against his coat.

When they broke apart a couple minutes later, Eisley gripped onto the collar of his coat and pulled him down so that she could plant a kiss on his lips. It was slow and nice, and he looked just a little dazed when they pulled apart.

"See you tomorrow," she said softly, then turned and began to make her way home.

John stared after her, smiling to himself as he turned to walk himself home. "Yeah," he said to himself. "See you tomorrow."

#allison reynolds #andrew clark #brian johnson #claire standish #john bender #the breakfast club #john bender x oc #john bender fanfiction #judd nelson

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melinoe-writes · 5 years ago

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sincerely yours — chapter one

Summary: Eisley Tusie was no stranger to Saturday detentions, but there was just something about that one Saturday that changed her.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: mature themes, foul language

Saturday March 24, 1984

THERE WERE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE LIBRARY WHEN EISLEY WALKED IN. She cringed. She recognized them all, knew their names, she knew exactly who they were, stereotype-wise, anyways. There typically weren't so many people there in Saturday detention. Usually she and one or two other people that didn't know each other at all sat quietly and did absolutely nothing for nine hours and then left. Now, there were six people, and it seemed to her already that this Saturday wasn't going to be like every other Saturday she had been there.

Spotting an empty seat in the very back opposite some girl — Allison, she believed — that had turned herself away from the rest of the people in the room, Eisley shuffled past the rest of the students and quickly took the seat. She passed a boy she had seen in the hallways and detentions a few times before — John Bender, she thought to herself — and he threw her a smirk. The corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile in response as she passed him by. Shaking her coat off, she placed it on the back of her chair and proceeded to put her chin in her hand.

Not a moment later, Richard Vernon entered. "Well, well," he said slowly, looking vaguely pleased, "Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time."

Before he could say anything else, Claire, the red haired girl sitting in the front, raised her hand, "Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but, um, I don't think I belong here." Eisley snorted quietly.

Ignoring the girl, Vernon checked his watch, "It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here; to ponder the error of your ways." In front of Eisley, Bender spit and loogie into the air and caught it back in his mouth. Shuddering in disgust, she looked down at her nails. "You may not talk," Vernon continued, pointing at the red haired girl, "You will not move from these seats." The nerdy looking blond boy that she knew to be Brian had been trying to discreetly move to the chair next to him suddenly froze, then shifted back to his original seat awkwardly. "And you," Vernon said, approaching John and pulling away the chair he had placed his feet in, "You will not sleep." With both of Bender's feet back on the ground, Vernon moved to the back of the rows of tables and slid Allison a sheet of lined paper. "Alright, people. We're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay, of no less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are."

Eisley groaned quietly and let her head fall to her table in despair. She heard him slide her a piece of paper.

"Is this a test?" Bender asked suddenly, voice even and faintly hostile.

Ignoring the teen, Vernon said, "When I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mister Bender?"

Not looking at Vernon, Bender answered, "Crystal."

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself, Miss Tusie," Vernon said suddenly, making Eisley bring her head up to send him a sarcastic smile. Bender chuckled at her. "Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return."

Unable to resist the urge to make a dig at the assistant principal, Eisley grinned, "Oh, you know it's a yes from me, sir. What can I say, you're irresistible."

"Perfect," he said, although his tone was very much not pleased and he sounded a bit uncomfortable. "You can come back next Saturday."

Raising a two fingered salute, she replied, "Terrific."

Brian raised his hand and stood up, "You know, I can answer that right now, sir. That'd be a no for me, 'cause-"

"Sit down, Johnson," Vernon snapped tiredly.

The boy dropped back down, "Thank you, sir."

"My office is right across the hall," Vernon said, "Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"

"Yeah," John said as Vernon was about to walk away, "I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" Eisley covered her mouth to conceal her giggle, and John shot her a small smirk.

Vernon, on the other hand, was not laughing. "I'll give you the answer to that question, Mister Bender, next Saturday when you join Miss Tusie. Don't mess with the bull, young man; you'll get the horns." Eisley could almost feel the eyerolls of the rest of her fellow detention detainees as Vernon turned to leave.

"That man," John said once he had left, "is a brownie hound."

For a solid five seconds, Eisley thought that the excitement had ended and silence had finally descended. Then, just as she began to sink into her chair and make herself comfortable, a snapping noice disrupted the quiet. Turning to her left, she could see that Allison, still turned away from her, had lifted her right hand presumably to her mouth.

Immediately, Eisley figured that the girl was biting her fingernails, and she was made certain when Bender spoke and broke the silence by saying, "You keep eating your hand, you won't be hungry for lunch." In retaliation, she spit her thumbnail at him, but completely missed. "I've seen you before, you know," he told her, then turned to Eisley, "And you, too."

"Very observant," Eisley chuckled, then sunk into her seat to try and get comfortable with the following silence she was sure was going to follow the exchange between herself and John. She closed her eyes for all of ten seconds before the silence was once again broken.

"Who do I think I am?" A sudden voice asked quietly, but loud enough so that it disturbed Eisley. "Who are you, who are you?" Eisley opened one eye and spotted Brian looking up and talking to himself, his pen in his mouth. "I'm a walrus." Glancing over at John, the boy realized that he was being watched and removed the pen from his mouth and gave him an uncomfortable smile.

Next, Eisley observed both John and the boy removing their jackets at the same time, making them both pause for a second. Brian stopped, but Bender continued to take off his jacket and put it on the table beside him. After staring at him for a few seconds longer, John turned in his seat and crumpled up his sheet of paper, only to throw it over Claire's head. When nobody acknowledged him, he began singing the bass line to "Sunshine of your Love," even adding a little bit of air guitar.

"I can't believe this is really happening to me," the red haired girl told the blond jock, Andrew, that sat next to her.

"Oh, shit!" John suddenly exclaimed, turning in his seat to look at everyone, "What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?"

Turning to look away from him, Claire murmured, "Oh, please." The jock next to her shook his head irritably. Eisley huffed a small laugh.

"If you gotta go, you gotta go," Bender said, and it was followed by the sound of a zipper.

Andrew whirled around to face Bender, "Hey, you're not urinating in here, man."

"Don't talk, don't talk. It makes it crawl back up."

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor," he threatened.

John froze and leaned forward towards him a little, "You're pretty sexy when you get angry." He finished with a little growl, and gave up on trying to piss on the floor. It was quiet for only a few short seconds before Bender whirled to look at Brian, "Hey, homeboy. Why don't you close that door. We'll get the prom queen and hot stuff behind me impregnated."

"No thanks, pal," Eisley said, but the attention was pulled from her when the red haired girl turned to face Bender, looking furious.

"Hey," Andrew said, annoyed.

"What?" John replied shortly.

"If I lose my temper, you're totaled, man!"

Sarcastically, John bit back, "Totally?"

"Totally."

"Why don't you just shut up?" Claire sneered at John. "Nobody here is interested." John pouted mockingly.

"Really," Andrew agreed, turning back around in his seat, "buttface." Eisley snorted.

"Well, hey, Sporto," John said, "What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?"

"Uh, excuse me, fellas? I think we should just write our papers," Brian chimed in, trying to defuse the tension, although he was ignored.

Andrew turned around, yet again, to tell John, "Look, just because you live in here, doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!"

"It's a free country," John replied.

"He's just doing it to get a rise out of you," Claire told Andrew. "Just ignore him."

"Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried," John said, smiling.

Eisley sighed, "Yeah, we know."

#allison reynolds #andrew clark #brian johnson #claire standish #john bender #the breakfast club #john bender x oc #john bender fanfiction #judd nelson

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thisismandee · 5 years ago

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The Rebel and The Criminal

Hello everyone! I am so sorry for not posting in a long time. Life has just been very crazy and I do have to admit that I have had very bad writers block. I hopefully will be able to work through it and be able to give you guys the content you deserve. Much Love!

Chapter 14) The Bomb of a Lifetime

I woke up because of the light that was flooding into my room from my window. I was suddenly aware of the presence that was in my bed. I turned around and I saw Bender still sleeping. I have to admit he looked so peaceful in this moment. He looked gentle and calm. I brought my hand to his face and moved a strand of his long hair. I wished that the world didn’t have to be so cruel to this kid. He didn’t deserve all of it. Granted, he brought some of it on himself, but sometimes it wasn’t warranted.

I leaned up and gave him a kiss on his cheek trying to not wake him up. I got out from under the covers and moved my way out of my room. I didn’t want to wake him up because I don’t think he ever got this good of a sleep, so why should I ruin it. I walked downstairs and moved to the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl and poured myself some cereal. It was Sunday and I had no obligations for the day. I was honestly debating on weather or not just doing nothing all day. My mom wasn’t going to be back until this afternoon, and it was only eight, so I had time before she got back. I wondered where John was going to go today. Was he going to go back home? Was he just going to walk around the town? I sort of wanted him to hang out with me, but I didn’t want to seem too clingy seeing that we just met yesterday.

It then hit me. We only met yesterday! That’s crazy to me, I feel like I had known him for what felt like my whole life. I told him things about my life that no one knows about. I normally put up some type of wall when I first met people, but with him, it felt like there was no wall. I could tell him anything and it would just be between him and me. He was different. My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs. I turn around and see John. He was rubbing his eyes, he still looked tired.

“Good Morning.” I say from where I am standing in my kitchen. “Did you want anything for breakfast?”

“Mornin’” He says. I can’t help but acknowledge his sleeping voice. It was raspy and it was kinda hot. I focused back on him. “Whatcha got?”

“Cereal.” I saw as I grab him a bowl from the cabinet and begin to pour him a bowl.

“Thanks.” He reaches for the spoon I pulled out for him and I watch as he devours the food. Does he not eat?

“Slow down, you’re going to get sick, damn!” He looks over at me and I see him let up. “So, what are your plans for the day? Are you going back to your parents place or are you just going to wander around all day?”

“I don’t know yet. I know I should at least make an appearance at my parents' place, but I don’t think I am going to stay there long. What about you? What are you going to do on this wonderful Sunday?” He continues to drink the milk that is left in the bowl.

“I don’t know yet, my mom comes home today, this afternoon, but I can’t stand to be around her sometimes. She can be suffocating.” I grab his empty bowl and mine too, and bring it to the sink to clean them up. “I might just chill at home in the morning, but I was thinking about going for a walk around town later.”

“Yeah?” He asked me in a questioning tone.

“Yeah, I mean if you wanted to join me on my little outing, I was thinking about going out about six-ish. That’s if you wanted to go.” I said nervously. I wanted him to hang out with me, but I didn’t want to pressure him. I watch as he grabs his clothes from last night and his jacket. Was he already leaving.

“Maybe I will. I’ll call yea at five okay? I should get going before my old man starts pounding back some cold ones. He won’t be so mad if he is sober.” He walks over to me and gives me a kiss. “I promise I will call you.” He flashes his arm to me. “I made sure to not wash it off last night.” I blush, he better keep his promise. “Bye sweets.”

“Bye.” I say as he walks out the front door. I walk back upstairs and get ready for when my mom comes home.

A few hours had passed and I was just chilling on the couch in the living room. The time was now 11:50 and my mom would be home any minute. I wondered how her trip went. She could really get under my skin but I also wanted to make sure that the trip went well, seeing that she was going back home to the place where my dad had cheated on her. This whole process had been really hard on her. Getting the divorce and moving away from family, it had been a lot. I then heard her car driving up to the house.

She then walked through the door. She walked into the living room and put down her bags. “Hello. I’m home.”

“Hey, mom. How was the trip?”

“It was good, we can talk more about it later. How about you? How was detention?”

Oh shit, I forgot that I had gotten another detention next weekend. She is not going to be happy about it but there was no way of avoiding it. “Um, okay, but speaking of detention....”

“Mandy Marano! Please tell me you are not about to give me bad news!”

“Well, I can’t. I might have gotten another Saturday detention...”

“Mandy Marano! What did you do? Why? What happened?” I could tell that she was flustered and also disappointed. But I had to give her the answers she was looking for.

“Well I just laughed at a joke and the Vice Principle gave me another one. It isn’t that big of a deal. Don’t worry, I won’t get another one. He was just being a dick.”

“Mandy! Language! And it better not happen again. The next time this happens, you will be grounded until you are thirty years old.” She was oddly being okay about this. Normally she would be blowing her casket and grounding me for a month. What was going on.

I walked over to the kitchen and went to grab some water. She followed me. “So, how was the trip? What happened?”

She walked over towards me and leaned on the cabinets. “It was good. I got to see your grandmother and she wishes you the best. Oh, I also got you a present.”

Okay something wasn’t right. What’s going on here. “Thank you, but what really happened? I can tell you are being way to calm about this trip. Spit it out. What do you have to say.”

She signed. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to get away with this charade for long. She had to just tell me. “Okay, well don’t freak out when I say this. But I was talking to your dad, and we went out for dinner last night.”

“Mom, no don’t do this! No! No! NO!”

“Mandy let me talk.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “I was talking to him and I think him and me are going to talk through some things out. I think you should talk to him as well.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you are going to get back with that asshole!? Mom, he cheated on you with one of your closest friends! Don’t! I am not talking to him.” I was disgusted at the thought of this. I know my mom was stuipid but I didn’t think she was this stupid.

“Mandy, I never said I was getting back with him. But he is your dad. We should at least be civial about this and give him a chance to talk to you.”

“I am not talking to him.” I was not going to give in on this situation. The thought of him made me want to vomit.

“Well, you are going to have to talk to him because he is going to be coming to Illinois next weekend. So you are going to have to get over this whole thing Mandy!”

“What the fuck mom!” I was so pissed. She wasn’t giving me a choice on what I wanted to do. “Where is he going to stay? Here? Because I am not going to be anywhere near here next weekend. I am not talking to that cheating dick!”

“Mandy!!! Language! Watch it! You are on thin ice. And you are going to talk to your dad whether you like it or not. He is going to be staying at a local hotel don’t worry. But you have to talk to him!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

I couldn’t be a part of this conversation anymore. I had to leave. I started to walk up the stairs to my room.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you crazy lady!” I said stomping up the stairs. That’s what she was, crazy. Does she not realize that I am the one that caught him in the act. I was not going to see that man if I didn’t have to. I needed to get away, I needed to be away.

“Mandy!”

I walked into my room and closed the door. I knew my mom wasn’t going to follow because I knew she wouldn’t want to add fuel to the fire. She was so passive and she let others walk over her. The worst part is I knew my dad knew that as well. She says that they were just talking but I know that he was going to say things to suck her back in. I was not going to be around to watch that happen. I wasn’t my moms biggest fan but I didn’t want to see her get hurt again. I also just didn’t want to see that asshole that ruined my family. I put on some music and laid in my bed to drown out the rest of the world around me.

#the rebel and the criminal #therebelandthecriminal #john bender #john bender x reader #john bender x oc #fanfiction #thebreakfastclub #breakfastclub

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lukas-musings · 5 years ago

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OC Liz x John Bender || @pure-patissiere

#tw: food #tw: pda #ask to tag //#[Not a Musing]#[Aesthetic]#[My Edits]#character aesthetics #oc aesthetic #ship aesthetic #john bender #john bender x oc #pure patissiere

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rwprincess · 4 years ago

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Show Night (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader Chap 6)

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Oh wow, would you look at that! It’s finally show night. D: I picked Grease because it’s one that I know really well. The only other two on-par with that are probably Phantom of the Opera (which didn’t exist at the time) and Fiddler on the Roof. Maybe Wicked or Rent, but those also didn’t exist then and would not be done at a high school. And Grease has a lot more sex appeal than Fiddler on the Roof, sorry. The song Freddy My Love is referenced in this fic, so here it’s linked for your listening pleasure.

Word count: 7K

CW: The fluff. Jesus Christ the fluff; mild sexuality; swearing/language; some parental issues/warm and fuzzies

Synopsis: It’s show night, baby! How is Brian going to react to your performance? What’s going to happen when Mike shows up?

Previous chapter: Man, You Are SO Screwed

A/N: The after-party for every show is always some diner. Usually a Denny’s. Originally I was thinking The Waffle House (a la Love, Simon), but The Google tells me that they don’t actually exist in Illinois. Who knew? Also, I felt like this one could be in third person the whole time to capture all the perspectives instead of writing two back-to-back chapters? We’ll see how that goes. Idk.

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Friday morning, Y/N bounded over to Brian at his locker. She didn’t bother with a greeting, but rather dove right in to conversation. “Thank you for your note, it really meant a lot to me. I think it also brought me luck.” She grinned.

Brian smiled over at her, “Oh? I take it that the show went well last night, then?” Y/N nodded vigorously.

“A few minor hiccups, but that’s okay. I don’t think the audience could tell. Nothing glaringly obvious, you know? Just that we knew something should or shouldn’t have happened.” She was practically bouncing on her toes now from the excitement.

“So, why is it that Friday night is the best to come?” He wanted to let her play the expert. He enjoyed having the confidence to talk about math, and knew she felt the same way in this. Talking about the performing arts was her ‘math,’ and he also found it adorable and heartwarming whenever she would get passionate about a subject. Plus, he always liked to learn.

“Well, Thursday night I think everyone’s nerves get to them. You’re finally at that point where it’s the real deal and there’s an audience reacting. And it always seems like there’s some kind of kink or malfunction. But you learn from that for Friday night and really tighten it up. And then Saturday, I don’t know… there’s two shows and by that point you’re sort of worn out. The high of the first two performances has worn off. Friday, you’re like, excited, but not necessarily jittery.” Brian got caught up in the way she talked with her hands, that it was almost like a piece of storytelling for her at that point. He grinned warmly at her and she caught the reflective light of his braces that she loved so much. She felt like she could describe his smile as literally dazzling.

“So, what you’re saying is ‘prepare to be amazed?’” He waggled his eyebrows and she laughed.

“Oh yeah.” She said with a straight-face, even though she was clearly joking, “This is some circus-level, no! Broadway-level shit happening here at Shermer High!” Now they were both cracking up. When the warning bell rang, she reminded him, “See you tonight! Right after the show, I’ll find you in the lobby, okay?” as she started to disappear among the throng of students going to class.

“You got it!” He called out after her.

“So...I didn’t want to interrupt, but, you look like you’re on cloud nine.” Brian heard Matt say from behind him. He started walking towards their first period class. “I’m guessing everything went well and smoothed over, then?”

“You know, we didn’t even talk about it.” Brian smiled, “But yeah, I think it’s going to be alright.” Matt patted him on the shoulder.

“Good, because you know I need those details to sustain me.”

*~~~~*

Brian had had to beg his parents for the opportunity to go to the play that night. He felt like he had to lay out a debate presentation or a dissertation for them in order to leave. He reasoned that it wasn’t a school night, that he was going with friends, and that he knew some of the cast. He remained vague as to who he knew as well as which friends would be attending. Mostly off-handed mutterings about “people from class.” His parents insisted that he home by 11pm and that he find his own way home, preferably with a parent of one of the “friends” that were going, as they didn’t want to be expected to wait up for him. As his mother dropped him off at the school at 6:30, she made him repeat all of the agreed-upon circumstances.

“You will be home by…”

“Eleven.”

“Good. You have the front door key?” Brian held it up so she could see that he did before he put it back in the front pocket of his black dress pants. “Good. No drinking, no drugs. Wear a seatbelt.”

“Yes, mom. Can I go now?” She looked at him for a moment, as if sizing him up, but then her expression softened.

“Hold on just a moment.” She reached into the back seat of the car and pulled out a bouquet of flowers and handed them to him. Brain looked at her in puzzlement. “It’s a tradition,” she explained, “I figured you could divvy them up for your ‘friends’ in the cast.” She paused and looked at him for a moment. “Or, just one special friend in the cast?”

Brian immediately turned beet red. He had no idea how she knew, but it seemed like she did. “Mom,” he groaned, acting as if she were being ridiculous and wasn’t completely on the mark.

“Brian, it occurred to me that you had a friend that you were helping with math and then a friend, who happened to be a girl called the house.” ‘Not to mention hiding the call behind a door,’ he thought, realizing his mom would of course put two and two together. “And then you desperately wanted to see this show, even though you have never once shown any interest in watching Grease. Just because this ‘friend’ is in it. Well, I started to suspect that they were all the same friend.”

While he was hugely embarrassed, this was one of the nicest conversations he had had with his mother in a long time, so he decided to be honest with her. “Yeah, it is.” He said, nodding.

“Well, you’ll have to bring her around some time so we can meet her.”

“Mom, it’s nothing serious. She really is just my friend.”

“You know I still like to know who your friends are.” She said, her look becoming a bit more stern again. Brian bit his lip and nodded. “Is she nice?”

“Very.” Brian said, “That’s why we’re friends. Now, mom, thank you for the ride, but I’m going to be late.”

“Fine, go.” She motioned for him to get out of the car, but Brian waited just a moment longer and then threw his arms around her.

“Thank you for the flowers, too.”

“You’re welcome. Now go. You said you didn’t want to be late.” She teased and Brian almost felt like he was a little kid again, where there was only love and nurturing from his parents, when he hadn’t disappointed them yet and his mistakes were met with understanding.

As he approached the main doors of the high school, he felt like he might be overdressed. He had envisioned the trope of dressing up some for “a night of theatre” or whatever, but looking at Shermer High reminded him that he was just seeing an amateur production put together by his classmates. While he didn’t doubt that some were really talented, it wasn’t exactly like he was in the city, at some big-time Chicago playhouse. He licked his lips and adjusted his black tie over his white button-down long sleeve shirt and prepared to go in. After purchasing his ticket at the booth, he rounded the corner and found that several of the Club were already there. Claire explained that she had borrowed the car and driven herself, Andrew, and Allison there and that they had arrived about ten minutes ago. Claire’s outfit made him feel a little less like he was overdressed, though. She had on a very nice pink dress with frills and was wearing dangling diamond earrings. As per usual, her makeup was done in chic perfection. Andrew was, of course, wearing his letterman jacket and jeans (a step up from sweat pants, though), and Allison looked like she had dressed somewhere in between. She had on dark slacks and a nice navy blue sweater. Her makeup was less heavy than usual, but her hair still hung in her face in places and obscured it.

“It’s really nice to see you guys.” Brian said, smiling warmly at them. Being all together again as one unit made him feel almost nostalgic for that Saturday detention. “Where’s Bender, though?”

“He had work, but he said he’d be getting off early.” Claire replied, “He should be here by now.” Brian checked his watch. They still had about 5 more minutes before the doors even opened where they could look for seats, but John was still cutting it close.

“You brought flowers for Y/N?” Andrew asked and Brian looked up from his wrist.

“Uh, yeah. I guess. It's a tradition.” He muttered, suddenly feeling silly. He saw Andrew and Claire exchange a look and sly smiles, but Allison looked directly at him and nodded with a close-lipped smile. She seemed proud that her ‘figure it out and do something’ speech had gotten to him. As a group, they chatted to try to catch up, fill in the gaps between the times they had seen each other. Andrew had done well at his last two wrestling meets, placing second in one of them; Allison mentioned that Bender and his friends were pushing her to enter a piece into the art show at the local rec center; Claire had received an ‘A’ on her midterm for Literature. Luckily Bender started to come into view just as the ushers were opening and propping the doors. However, Brian had not expected Mike to be with him. Clearly he had not just given Bender a ride, as he would have likely just dropped him off. Instead, he was here, past the ticket office. Mike and Allison said hello, as they already knew each other, but Bender made introductions for the rest of the group.

“Here we got Sporto, Princess, and Dweeb.” He said, pointing to each member of the Breakfast Club that he had given a nickname to. “Jockstrap, Cherry...other Cherry, this is good-for-nothin’ Mike.”

“Aw, I don’t get a cute nickname?” Mike put his hand on his chest and feigned hurt. Brian took in his tall frame, broad shoulders, dark curly hair. He was also dressed nicer than Brian had ever seen him. He had imagined that his whole wardrobe was black from how he normally dressed, but he was wearing khakis and a white tee-shirt that actually fit well, not overly baggy like most of his shirts. Bender had also stepped it up a little. He wasn’t wearing his typical gloves and flannel, anyway. He was wearing a red shirt under his black leather jacket with dark blue jeans that didn’t have any holes in them. Brian still wasn’t sure how close Bender and Y/N were, but it seemed like John was the one who had really put this all together, he dressed up, and he took off work early...so he figured it must be a lot more than he had originally guessed.

“Well,” Bender clapped Brian and Allison on their shoulders, “Who’s ready for some mediocre midwestern theatre, eh?” He breezed by them and led the group into the auditorium, handing his ticket to the usher. Whoever the usher was, they clearly knew Bender and did not expect him to be there. They eyed him almost suspiciously as they took his ticket and tore it in half. ‘I suppose his reputation does precede him.’ Brian thought. Bender spotted a row that would seat all of them, a few rows behind the middle. He started scooting in quickly, wanting to claim their spots. He made Mike pass him and sit on his left so that he could sit in between him and Claire, who looked a little nervous. This was probably their first public outing together, and being a school event, who knew who might show up or see them together? Allison sat next to her, then motioned Brian to come next as if she were putting a buffer between herself and Andy. Andrew had the last seat, along the aisle.

Bender unsurprisingly put his feet up against the seat in front of him before Claire whacked his legs and told him to cut it out. Brian put the flowers in his lap and could feel eyes on him. He expected Allison to be staring at him, but she wasn’t. Instead, he looked down the row and could see that Mike was observing him. His eyes flickered to the bouquet. ‘That’s right,’ Brian thought as he glared back, ‘I have the edge here. You’re nothing.’ He thought about Y/N laughing at Mike’s joke in the hallway on Monday, but shrugged it off, trying to bolster himself, ‘I’ve made her laugh dozens of times.’ He said internally, as if he were winning his imaginary argument with himself. Allison began talking to him about the show.

“Y/N told me there wasn’t really any violence.” She said, sounding like she was bummed, “Just cheesy teenage romance and happy endings and shit.” Brian thought about that for a moment. He did know that Grease was supposed to be a teen romp set back in the 50s or 60s, but he hadn’t really considered the romance part. Even if it was just acting, would he have to see Y/N kiss someone else? He had no idea what her part was like, just that she got a song. Was she also nervous because she had to kiss someone on stage for everyone to see? ‘Are the kisses even real if they’re on stage?’ He felt like a director probably couldn’t make two kids actually kiss if they didn’t want to, right? ‘How dedicated to her craft is she?’ the taunting, tormenting part of his brain jabbed at him. The lights flickered in the auditorium, letting the audience know that the show would soon start.

“Hey, Bender!” Andy called down the row and John’s head snapped to him, annoyed at the interruption between him, Mike, and Claire. “What if you’ve gotta take a piss?” Andrew called back to detention where Bender threatened to pee on the floor.

Bender smirked back and said, “Hey, if you gotta go, you gotta go.” He and Andrew laughed about it, but Brian could distinctly hear Claire groan, “Oh, God” in disgust. The lights started to dim, though, and in the complete blackness, there was scattered applause. None of their group really seemed to know what the protocol was, besides Claire, who had surely seen professional shows, so they followed her lead when the lights started to come up on the stage, and clapped along with her.

It started with Sandy and Danny pantomiming beach activities, talking about having to return to school and be separated forever, since they had only met on vacation. Brian smiled, amused, thinking about how Y/N had told him that Danny was constantly blowing his lines in rehearsal. He felt like he had inside information, like he was in on the joke. The set soon changed to a façade of a high school with some band risers to indicate bleachers on one side and a picnic-type table on the other side. Of course, Sandy had just moved to the school that Danny was at, in a cheesy “it must be fate!” set up. Sandy was immediately welcomed by a girl in a red wig and asked to join her group of friends, the Pink Ladies. Brian guessed he’d seen some movies set around the same time where there were motorcycle gangs and the like, sort of like James Dean’s Rebel Without a Cause, so he figured it must be like that. Girls in pink silk jackets then walked on the stage, one of them saying “Senior year! We are going to rule the school!” and, lo-and-behold, there was Y/N amongst them. She had her hair curled and her character had ridiculous, oversized rhinestone encrusted glasses on, which she pulled down to look over as Sandy was brought over to be introduced. Honestly, her character seemed a lot like Claire. A pencil skirt and a low-cut fashionable top. She had that rich-and-popular, ‘do not talk to me’ vibe and it almost made him laugh. It was soon the first musical number, Sandy and Danny singing completely different recollections about their summer together, but Brian guessed that there always were two sides to every story; always a completely different perspective.

Tell me more, Tell me more

Like does he have a car?

Brian joined the others in the audience laughing at Y/N’s superficial line. He wasn’t aware that the 50s had Valley Girls, but it was clear that the Pink Ladies, and her character Marty were the equivalent. The group followed Claire’s lead again in clapping when the song was finished. ‘Okay, so, clap after songs.’ Brian felt like he was getting the hang of theatre etiquette.

When the plot turned that they were going to have a sleepover, Brian sat up. He knew that this was when Y/N’s song would come. He could feel his palms getting sweaty and could feel Allison and Andrew looking at him, but he focused in on the stage. He was impressed that their theatre department was able to put together a bedroom set on wheels, including a bed. His focus didn’t remain on that very long, though. He gulped looking at Y/N in a light blue baby-doll night dress and fuzzy slippers. He wasn’t really sure what to expect costume-wise, but definitely not this, except maybe in his own fantasies. He could feel his heart racing while the rest of the audience seemed to fade away. Her character soon pulled out a gaudy robe and claimed that it was from her penpal-Marine-boyfriend who sends her all sorts of gifts. It still amused him how her character was completely different from herself, but she was channeling the materialistic and superficial mindset really well. One of the other girls asked “What do you say in a letter to a guy, anyway?” and instrumental music started up. ‘This is it,’ he thought, leaning forward.

Freddy my love, I miss you more than words can say

Freddy my love, Please keep in touch while you’re away

Hearing from you can make the day so much better

Getting a souvenir, or maybe a letter.

It was beautiful and he could see why they chose her to have her own song. He also wished that his name were Freddy or at least rhymed with it, right now. He still felt like she was singing directly to him, and even though the song was clearly about getting a guy to spend money on gifts for her, he really didn’t mind. He centered his attention more on lyrics like “Your absence makes me feel so blue” that made his heart ache and the way she kicked her feet or pinwheeled her legs to the choreography. He was utterly spellbound by the time she stood up and made her way downstage in her song.

Freddy, you see, you’ll hold me in your arms some day

And I will be wearing your lacy lingerie

She ran her hands over her thighs, to some hoots from the audience. Brian could feel his cheeks getting hot, and he wasn’t sure if it was from her action or the reaction. She sat back on the bed as the song ended with,

Freddy my love, Freddy my love, Ooo-ooh Freddy.

And Brian didn’t hesitate to begin his applause. He didn’t even care about looking too eager next to his friends. He felt overwhelmingly proud and knew how much Y/N had simultaneously been looking forward to and dreading this song. It was worth making a fool of himself to support her.

The first act ended with a song called “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” according to the program that Brian picked up during intermission. He felt that it was an appropriate cap-off to how he was feeling after seeing Y/N perform tonight. The Club had left their seats to stretch, the girls used the restroom, etc. Brian was studying the playbill to see what else was left, when Andrew clapped him on the shoulder. “Enjoying the show, Brian?” It wasn’t really a question, nor is it what Andrew actually meant. Brian could tell by the way he was smirking and raising his eyebrows.

“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad. That song about mooning people was weird, though.” Brian acted like he didn’t know what Andy was hinting at, and answered seriously. Andrew just nodded and played along.

“Riiiight. Well, I liked Greased Lightning, but uh...that slumber party scene, yeah?” Brian nervously fiddled with the playbill and avoided Andrew’s eyes, thinking about how to phrase his response.

“Yeah, I know Y/N was looking forward to that one, uh, to her song I mean. So, that’s cool.” Andrew was still looking at him with that goofy expression, trying to get him to confess to something but Brian shook him off. “Uh, I think I’m gonna go back in. It’ll probably start again soon.”

The second act started with the prom, or dance or whatever. He knew this was another key point that Y/N had been eager about, and that they had worked long and hard on as a cast. The opening number for Act II came from Sandy, and he agreed with Y/N, she was really good. A great choice for the character and for big solo numbers like this, and the end of Act I. She conveyed a lot of emotion through those two songs. Allison looked particularly enraptured in the performance.

The actual “Dance” scene was huge! They had all of the main cast, of course, but all the extras or smaller parts that had come and gone were there, filling up the stage. Brian also had to give props to the costume crew, each character looked unique, but in the time period. Y/N looked absolutely stunning in a dark green, short and tight dress with her hair done in a beehive fashion with flowers in it. He felt his heart burn within his chest again. He also didn’t think he had ever seen her in high heels, but for this part, she had to wear them, not that he minded the look. She seemed oddly steady and comfortable in them, though, but he figured that hours of rehearsal and dancing in them probably built that confidence. Those hours had paid off though, the Hand-Jive dance contest went really well. He couldn’t see a single person flub the choreography or look like they didn’t know what they were doing. Allison even squeaked a little “Wow” and he nodded in agreement. When Andrew noticed him nodding, he joined, clearly impressed by the physicality of it all, as an athlete. That number probably brought the biggest applause of the night, which must have been a relief to the cast who were now all but panting on the stage, trying to catch their breath.

The show ended, of course, happily. Everyone who was supposed to be together got together, even though that meant Sandy turned into a “greaser chick” for Danny and to fit in with the other girls, even though they’d all be going to college immediately after the events of this play, which seemed kind of silly. But the ending came on a high, energetic note with catchy songs, and really, for a high school musical, it wasn’t that bad at all. The audience applauded as the last song ended and the curtains closed. The applause continued as they opened back up and some of the ensemble came out for their bows, then the supporting cast. Of course, when the Pink Ladies trotted out, their group rose to their feet to cheer on Y/N. “Yeah!” Bender yelled, and Brian whistled loudly, since he had that talent instead of a loud voice. That made her beam with pride. Or maybe she didn’t actually hear them, but he was hoping she did. They remained on their feet for Sandy and Danny, and a lot of the crowd joined for that, as well. They started to scoot their way out of the aisle and join the mass of people who were headed into the lobby.

As a group, they hung back nearer to the wall beside the auditorium doors. Claire stood close to Bender, oddly empowered to be seen with him in public now and Mike and Andrew were chatting about something. Brian kept scanning the crowd with his pale blue stare, especially when there were some cheers from the audience as the cast made their way out. Bender had joined the hunt now too, looking for Y/N.

“There she is,” Allison nodded over the crowd. They started to move forward to get her attention.

“Nope, me first.” Bender pushed through the group, towards Y/N. He stunned them all by picking her up in a hug, “Good job, Pipsqueak!” She laughed heartily as he set her down, clearly as surprised as the rest of them.

“Thank you!”

“Jesus,” Bender said, touching her hair as the others caught up and surrounded her, “how much hairspray did they put in your hair?” He pantomimed his hand bouncing back off of it as he touched her.

“Oh, precisely all of it.” She joked, and turned to the rest of the group, “Thank you all for coming! Like, so much! I hope you liked it?”

“It was great!” Claire said and Andrew nodded.

Y/N looked at Allison, “I liked it. Surprisingly. Could have used more violence though. Instead of chickening out of that rumble.”

Bender laughed at that, “Right?”

Mike scooted forward while those two bantered off one another about how a rumble should have gone down. He gave Y/N an awkward side hug. “You were really great. It was a good time.”

“Thank you! And thank you for coming,” she smiled. Brian had hung back in the crowd. He was once again feeling ridiculous for being dressed up and for holding this bouquet of flowers that weren’t his idea. Especially after that exchange between her and Mike. He realized he was subconsciously hiding behind Andrew and Claire, letting them block his body from her view. But then, he noticed her looking between them, purposefully, and lighting up when she spotted him. Somehow, he wasn’t expecting that reaction, and it delivered a pow right into his chest. She made her way around Andrew and approached Brian.

“H-hey. You were fantastic,” he said, holding the bouquet out a bit in front of him.

“Are those for me?” She asked, incredulously, eyes flickering from him to the pink and red flowers. Brian nodded.

“Thank you, Brian!” She said, taking a step towards him. She took the bouquet from his hands and threw her arms around his neck. He had never hugged her before, and here she was initiating it. He almost didn’t respond, but then he wrapped his arms around her waist. He could feel his whole body humming from the feel of her in his arms and he did not want to let go. “Thank you so much for coming, it means a lot to me.” She whispered in his ear, giving him goosebumps. She pulled away and looked at him for a moment, ignoring the group’s reaction behind them. He felt almost pinned under her stare, but she just smiled and said “You look really nice tonight.”

“Thanks, you too.” He breathed, not even thinking about the reaction pouring from his lips.

She laughed, “Well, that’s the costume and makeup department’s job, but...thank you.” She was still in costume from her final number, but Brian would have said that regardless of what she was wearing. She looked at him for another moment, and then suddenly seemed to remember that the rest of their friends were standing behind her, so she turned to them.

“Uh, I need to go change, but I am starving. Do you guys want to go to Gino’s East?”

“What? They won’t let you take the costume out for a spin?” Andrew joked

“No, no, see, she’s going to go put on that little negligee and join us, right?” Bender teased and wiggled his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully.

“So, what do you guys say?” She asked again, since no one had actually answered her. The group murmured agreement. “Okay, give me like ten minutes? Then I can drive like half of us…” She looked around realizing that they might not make it.

“Don’t worry, I can drive the other half,” Claire stepped up.

“Great, thank you. Oh wow, stunning dress by the way.” Y/N told her and Claire smiled at the compliment. Y/N rushed away to get dressed as quickly as possible, leaving Brian to get teasing smiles and comments from the group, as well as an irritated glare from Mike.

“Looks like those flowers were a good play, eh Casanova?” Andy elbowed him

“Oh my gosh! What did I miss? Are you two dating?!” Claire asked

“Aww, jeez…” Was all Brian could muster, rubbing his face. “Can we please talk about something else?”

*~~~~*

Andrew rigidly insisted on riding with Claire, and she decided to take Bender along in her car. It seemed like she had become completely unfazed about being seen with him tonight. Meanwhile, Y/N had agreed to take Brian, Allison...and Mike. Mike explained that his parents had just dropped off himself and Bender. Brian had assumed he had driven them both, and silently gritted his teeth at the prospect of Mike coming with them. It was supposed to be a Breakfast Club outing, after all. To say that their combined presence in Y/N’s car was awkward was an understatement. Allison sat in the backseat with Mike since she already knew him pretty well, and Brian rode shotgun next to Y/N, but the tension in the car was palpable and Allison kept looking around shifty-eyed. When they arrived at Gino’s, they all tried their best to cram into a corner booth. It was a little snug, given that there were seven of them, but they made it work.

“Well, for instance, last night Doody just stood there waiting for the band to cue up to play the song. It’s not like he actually knows how to play the guitar.” Y/N was filling them in on the little mistakes that happened for the show, as well as some of the backstage drama. “So he was just standing there, swaying back and forth and nodding. That was kind of awkward.” She chuckled a little bit.

“Yeah? Did you also pass out from the fumes from your hairspray last night? Sincerely, it is killing me right now.” Bender said, sitting on her right. She elbowed him playfully.

“I get it! I’ll shower as soon as I get home and get rid of all this crap, but you picked where you sat.” She teased. The waitress came by and set down two large pizzas, one with just cheese and one loaded with meat. Another waiter assisted her in bringing the many plates that they needed. Bender didn’t hesitate to dig in. He was already serving himself a plate while Claire handed a plate to Andrew next to her, then the rest of the stack across the table to Mike to distribute.

“So, who played Sandy? She was a babe.” Bender asked, chewing a mouthful of sauce and bread. Claire thwacked his thigh with the back of her hand.

“I am sitting right. here.” She reminded him.

“Yeah, I know. Did you not think she was a babe, babe?” He laughed, solo, at his own joke and Claire just rolled her eyes.

“Uh, Veronica MacNamara.” Y/N responded, “She’s actually really nice. She was good, huh?”

“Oh, I’ll say.” Andrew joined in, waggling his eyebrows. Allison gave a muted huff from the other side of the table. She had made it a point again to sit far away from Andrew. She was nestled in between Mike and Brian.

“Ugh, that’s not what I meant.” Y/N said back to Andrew, noting Allison’s reaction.

“What? I just meant that she’s a very talented actress,” he said, voice oozing with lustful sarcasm.

“Boys are so gross.” Claire said to Y/N, and she laughed

“Those two, anyway. Sorry you’re caught in the crossfire.” Claire happened to be sitting directly in between the two of them. She gave a smirk in agreement.

“What do you think, Brian?” Andrew said, putting an uncomfortable spotlight on him that he all but shrank away from. He knew what he was up to. ‘What a shit.’ He thought. Beside him, Y/N’s cheeks heated up, fearful to hear his answer.

Brian thought twice about it and shrugged, “She was pretty good. I really liked her song at the end of the first Act.” There. Honest and to-the-point.

“Oh come on,” Andrew started, “You know what I mean. Do you agree with me and Bender? She’s hot, right?” Claire was shooting Andrew daggers, unsure of why he made this his battle, but he just laughed at teasing Brian, figuring he and Bender could bond over it later. ‘Goddammit.’ Brian thought.

“She’s not really my type, no.” He immediately looked down at his plate then, avoiding what he was sure were smirking faces and exchanged knowing glances.

“What about you, Mike?” Andrew continued. ‘Okay, maybe at this point he’s just trying to make Allison jealous. He won’t let it go.’

“Yeah, she was fine, but there were a lot of pretty women on that stage tonight.” Mike responded, looking over to Y/N with a smile. Claire all but pushed Andrew out of the booth.

“Stop it. Just shut up.” She hissed at him.

“Oh come on, it’s just a friendly chat. Right, Bender?” Andrew looked hopefully at John to back him up. To his disappointment, though, John looked away like he didn’t need the association and took a long gulp from his drink.

“Well, what if Allison and I start talking about what a dreamboat that Danny or Kenickie were, huh? Would you like that?” The smile fell off Andrew’s face, but he tried to cover it up with a sniff.

“Wouldn’t bother me none.” He stated, flatly. “I’d just find it boring since I’m not interested, you know?” Allison took this as permission and her signature catlike grin appeared on her face. She leaned forward towards Claire.

“I really like the greaser style, you know. Why did they ever do away with that?”

“Oh God, I know. Those tight white t-shirts?” Claire remarked

“The leather jackets. Back when guys were cool and tough. I mean, how ridiculous did Danny look in that letterman’s jacket?” She turned her gaze to Andrew and he gritted his teeth. The rest of the group felt uncomfortable to be caught between their passive-aggressive spat. When Claire didn’t respond to keep up with the ribbing, they all fell silent, focusing more on their pizza than conversation for a bit.

“Hey, Y/N,” Brian said, trying to be the peacemaker as always, “did you know that Allison is looking into putting one of her pieces into an art show? Uh, and Claire got an A on her Literature midterm...And Andrew got second in one of his wrestling meets?” He remembered she hadn’t been there for their pre-show conversation, and wanted to catch her up to speed; he also wanted to show each member of the group that they were good at something and that they should all be supporting each other instead of fighting.

“What? No! That’s incredible, you guys! Allison, what piece are you going to enter?” She asked, and a lot of the tension dropped. Allison started to talk to her; Bender and Claire broke off into their own conversation, and Andrew just silently continued chewing.

*~~~~*

When the time came to leave, Claire was kind enough to pick up the whole tab at Gino’s. “My treat,” she insisted, “You did such an amazing job tonight, Y/N, really.” When they said their goodbyes in the parking lot, Claire actually gave her a hug. ‘It’s kind of nice that this brought us closer together. Maybe she’s not so bad after all.’ Y/N thought. Claire took both Allison and Andrew home and no one envied her for the unpleasant ride that was surely ahead. Y/N agreed to take Bender to Mike’s house, and to take Brian to his own home. She was excited to see where he lived, finally, since she had never been. Since he needed to give directions and Mike and John were being taken to one location together, Bender decided to let Brian ride up front.

“Just this one time,” He narrowed his eyes at Brian. “Don’t forget that shotgun is mine, Johnson.” Brian nodded with a gulp and Bender joined Mike in the back seat. The ride was mostly quiet, other than the times Bender would break out the air guitar to something on the radio. Y/N pulled up to Brian’s house and bit her lip. ‘This is going to be fun with an audience. Especially given this audience.’ She looked to the back seat at John and knew she wouldn’t be productive if he were back there watching her every move, particularly with Mike by his side. She unfastened her seatbelt.

“Here, I’ll walk with you to your door.” She said, then looked back again in the backseat at Bender, almost in a motherly way. “Don’t touch my stuff or steal my car.” She mock-threatened, pointing at him.

“Oh, it’s not me you gotta worry about. But Mike here, he’ll hot wire it right outta here.” John joked. She got out of the car to join Brian and was surprised when Bender got out, too.

“What? I told you, I get shotgun. I’m just moving up, I swear.” He nodded at Brian, “See you later, dweeb. Glad you could make it.” He was talking to Brian, but looked to Y/N as he said it. He swung open the door and sank into the front seat before turning back to talk to Mike.

“He’s so weird.” Brian said, and Y/N smiled in agreement and started to walk with him up the driveway to his house.

“Thank you again for coming tonight.” She said as they reached his door, “And for the flowers. That was really sweet of you.”

“Anytime. It was actually a lot of fun.” He took a pause, looking at her as the springtime night breeze ruffled her hair a bit. “I don’t know if I already told you this, but you were fantastic, really. You crushed it.”

She laughed, “Thanks, you might have mentioned it, though.”

“I loved your song.” He said earnestly, dreamily recalling it. They looked at each other for a moment too long, saying nothing and letting the silence envelop them.

“Hey, if it’s not too late tomorrow, can I call you when I get home? Or on Sunday, if that would be better?”

“Of course. You can call me literally any time you want.”

“Even if Mary picks up?” She teased.

“Y’know, I still think it would be worth it.”

“Good.” She responded and then made a move forward to hug him. This time, he was more prepared and opened his arms for her. She snaked her arms around his waist to hold him tight and he wrapped his arms around her, positive that she could hear his heart pounding in his chest as she pressed her ear up against it. She pulled back, and looked back toward her car, blushing. “Uh, I better get those two dorks home.” She started to walk backwards and stumbled a bit, “Uh, thank you again, for everything. I’ll talk to you soon?” Brian simply nodded and smiled, and so did she in return. She quickly turned and walked back down from his house. He fit the key into the lock of his front door, still grinning as he pushed his way in.

*~~~~*

The three remaining teens exited the car after Y/N parked in front of Mike’s house. They stood outside enjoying the crisp spring air for a moment, as Y/N thanked them again for coming. “And thank you, John, for kind of organizing the whole thing. I know you were the big push towards getting everyone there. I really appreciate it.”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” He waved her off. “Well, Mikey, shall we? I know Y/N/N here wants to go wash all of that god-awful hairspray out.” He caught her look and said, “I know! I know! But it really is awful. I can’t believe you have to be like that all day tomorrow.” He made a gagging noise.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec, Bender. You can actually go on ahead.” Mike said. Bender raised his eyebrows and looked between the two of them and gave Y/N a sort of ‘I told you so’ look before he made his way to Mike’s house.

Mike turned to Y/N, “I’m really glad you let me come to the show and crash your hangout with your friends. It was really...enjoyable.” Y/N let out a breath of relief that this was all he said.

“Yeah, of course! Thank you for coming and supporting me.” She smiled softly.

“Hey, I was thinking, now that you’re not going to be busy doing the show...would you like to go to a movie or dinner sometime? Like, a date?” ‘Oh no.’ She thought. She figured he would have taken the hint or put two and two together seeing her interact with Brian tonight, but he still asked anyway.

“I...Mike, I think you’re really nice-- you’re great! It’s just that...there’s someone else and I really don’t want to lead you on like that.” Mike looked a little hurt, but took it surprisingly well, nodding.

“Yeah, cool. That’s okay.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but debated with it before taking the plunge, “It was that guy tonight, right? The blonde hair? Uh, Brian?”

“Yes.” Y/N admitted quietly. She wasn’t too keen on telling her Breakfast Club friends about her feelings and she had built up trust with them. She hardly knew Mike, but felt like she owed him that little bit of honesty, somehow.

Mike nodded again, “I just hope he knows how lucky he is. Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” He gestured at his house jokingly. “Goodnight, Y/N. And good luck tomorrow.” Man, he really was nice. Y/N had heard horror stories from her friends before about turning guys down but Mike took this really well, really kindly. It made it more difficult to hurt his feelings then. ‘At least I nipped it in the bud early,’ she thought. Perhaps that was part of the reason he wasn’t too broken up about it. She gave him a non-committal nod and wished him a good night too, before getting back into her car.

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