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birthdaylobotomy · 6 years ago

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I Took It And I Ran

WIP Currently still very much in progress. However, I wanted to share this!

CONTENT WARNING: Alcohol, drug use, violence, sexist/sexual language. In later parts there will be suicidal ideation, self harm, prostitution, sexual abuse, homophobia and racist language among other thing.

I do not share many of the ideologies my main character does. Remember- you are seeing this through the eyes of an angry kid in the early 90s. He says many things that are, in general, very bitter.

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With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

CHAPTER ONE (Part One)

The first time I met Luke, I was at that house party Monica was throwing for her ugly friend Brittney. I don’t remember all of the details, mostly because I was completely and irreversibly hammered. I just know Britt was sad about something, probably her baby daddy not paying his support- he never did- and Monica, who knew everybody up and down the block, decided to throw a party. What can I say? Monica was great at making people forget their woes, until the next day and pounding hangover, of course. Monica, pretty Monica.

I remember the scene at least, the setup. Assad was ranting off to me about some dumb shit I didn’t care about, but I had to pretend to care because as long as he thought we were friends, I would get my weed cheap. Was I manipulative? Oh, for sure, but I didn’t care back then. I didn’t care about anyone.

“This bitch was all over me, I swear,” he sighed, doing the thing he always did, which was tug at my shoulder twice and clap his hands together when he caught my glare. “But, but, I knew I had a girlfriend. She knew too!”

I had already checked myself out mentally from what he was saying. It was always the same shit anyways. He would be dealing to a girl, and she would have no money, “No nothin’ but her body, and damn was her body rich!” And Assad, poor Assad, would be faced with the trial of either going ahead and having the fuck of his life, or staying loyal to his baby. His baby that he sure had the habit of cheating on.

“Yeah, yeah, this bitch- oh!” He cringed his face tight and smacked his hands together twice. “Her ass was so fucking fat, I almost had a- a seizure, just lookin’! My baby can’t find out, she won’t. I won’t let her.”

I nodded twice. I hated men who cheat, I still do. They are scumbags who deserve to be found out. Assad was no exception.

The party was packed. Monica’s parties usually were. Over 100 shady people, all squeezed into one tiny apartment. People who I had never seen, who’s scent I hadn’t even smelled yet. Everyone knew Monica though. If they hadn’t fucked her or her sister, then their boyfriend had. Despite this, everyone loved her.

The room stunk, and that was coming from a smelly punk who lived in early 90’s Detroit. Even my roomates, a former prostitute and her shithead boyfriend, smelled like a flower shop compared to the mess of people I was in. Assad didn’t seem to notice- he must’ve been high off his ass. His skin gleamed with sweat, and his afro seemed to be weighed down with gunks of stale perspiration. He wiped his face a few times and licked his lips constantly.

“Fuck, man,” Assad groaned, giving one last tug at my shoulder before swinging his head in the other direction. “I gotta go. Monica’s parties always end with someone either gettin’ cursed or killed or pregnant. I gotta go.”

I made no attempt to keep him at that party. Instead, I nodded in support of the concept. “Listen, man, if you need to leave, leave. I definitely wouldn’t blame ya,” I said, gesturing of the swarm of drunk criminals that buzzed everywhere I could see.

He bobbed his head three times, each time slower than the former. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take care, white boy.” I sighed at his awkward goodbye- was it well meaning or an attempt at insult? I would never know or care. I nearly shoved him away, which I disguised with a rough pat on the back, and Assad quickly vanished into the crowd of rats.

Since I was alone, I decided now would probably be my only chance at a cigarette until some other phony friend would find it to be the right time to attack me with their personal crisis.

So, with nothing but a cheap pack a cigarettes and a half empty bottle of warm beer, I escape from the soup of musty kids and into the lukewarm night.

It was such a blessed night. And chilly, too. The raggedy holes in beat-up jeans soaked in the cold and made the skin on my knees prickle up underneath. I kept swinging around the bottle, my arm rubber, as I chucked it out into the street. Even my swaying, drunk eyes could see the glass explode like fireworks.

“Fuck.”

I didn’t even realize just how freezing it was until the vapor rose out of my mouth, like smoke from a dragon. I rubbed my hands against my naked arms and cursed the invention of wife-beaters.

I was mad. I had been for a long time, for a lot of different reasons. The most recent fuel to my fire was the fact that I had fallen bitterly in love with Monica. The queen of whores, sitting on a throne of the men she had fucked and left in the dirt. Pretty Monica, with her cherry red lips and big brown hair, her perky tits and squeaky voice.

I dug a cigarette out of my pocket. I didn’t know a single guy that wouldn’t get a hard on when Monica would wiggle her way into a room, spill a few tacky flirts and wiggle right back out. Something about her left guys, even ones who were damn well smart enough to know she was nothing more than polite slut, drooling after her and her tight little-

I couldn’t find my fucking lighter. My dead old jeans were ripped right through as I forced my hand through my pocket. It came out on the other side, the hole shredded and unfixable. I completely stopped for a long minute. My favorite pair of pants, torn but not in a way I could frame as being some punk bullshit.

“Oh, fuck off!” I grabbed whatever my hands could snatch- a nearly empty pack of smokes- and I flung it as hard as I could muster into the sidewalk. A few wandering crackheads were the only ones to notice as I stamped my heart out against the pack. Up and down I threw myself, until the pack was nothing but a flat stomped out pile of tobacco crumbs and mashed paper.

I stared at the ground. A pile of mediocre cigs, wasted.

Why was I so angry back then? I knew it was just more than Monica. I knew it, but it would have taken a gun or war to make me admit what it really was.

This block was a rough one. Buggy eyed homeless people, all high on dope and some other shit would always come swaying around corners, like feral dogs waiting to bite. Just walking to Monica’s apartment, only seven o’ clock, made me paranoid. The city was going through a great death those days. The auto industry had fled, racial tensions were so strung that you could cut them with a knife. I think everyone was angry, waiting to burst.

I stood there like some kind of scarecrow. I had no cigarettes and no beer. No knife either. As the sound of police sirens acted as a distant lullabye, I was reminded of that. I had left my blade at the apartment. I always did when I came to Monica’s place. The why was really dumb, but I just told anyone who would ask that if Gloria, my roommate, ever got into shit with her scumbag boyfriend, that my blade would save her life. Now that I think of it, she never used that blade, not once in her short life.

That’s when I saw- no, heard first- a man who I would come to know as Luke Evans.

It started with the pounding of his feet- an anthem against the black tar. I heard his sneakers slapping against the earth before I saw him. And when I saw him, I saw all of him.

His feet were a blur, he was running faster than anyone I had ever seen before- you know, if he had for whatever reason changed his life and poured his being into being some trackstar, he would have left Bolt in the dust.

His face- his face was filled with some primordial fear, something out of a nature documentary. His eyes distant but near, wide wide open but closed tight shut, peering. He bounced up and down as his feet touched and released the ground, and he sported an oversized jacket- like a little kid trying out his dad’s old coat. He sprinted with his arms, pumping almost as quickly as his legs did. When I made him out I stopped breathing. I wasn’t afraid of him. I don’t why I wasn’t, but for some reason, I immediately felt the urge to guard him from whatever beast he was escaping.

He ran straight, right through the center of the street. I was to his left- probably just a blur, a small mark on a large map of shadowy, red-brick row homes. But to me, Luke was something like an asteroid. A comet.

Ten more seconds. In a wild racing screech, blared honking and two blinding lights- the beast was revealed.

A truck, torn inside and out with big blocky bullet-holes, shredded to the point it could barely even be called a vehicle. What monsters in human bodies could have destroyed something so thoroughly? I began to sweat as it all came closer. Monsters that lived in each and every apartment as far as I could see.

This is when I, a twenty one year old child, brimming with rage and lust and depression, saw a decision, that I seemed destined from the day I was born to make. I saw the option more clearly that I had seen anything else up to that point. I could save this stranger, who had done something, something big and bad enough to cause that chase, and that anger. Or I could save myself. I could allow myself to continue this existence of standing to the side and nodding to get what I want. A life of putting in no effort, no care, no risk of change. A life that would keep me safe but miserable.

Of course, in that moment, it wasn’t laid out like that- I didn’t think of it that way. However, even young and dumb me knew I needed to do something.

So, in one of my few moments of selfless risk, I made the choice to save him.

It was swift- the flash of my arm thrusting out, the smudge of the darkness and Luke becoming one thing, and, of course, the look. The look we traded as this happened, as he had finally passed me on the street and I, a formerly minor distraction on the sideline, became a central figure. In that moment, I made myself almost as important as the car, with its headlights licking Luke’s heels.

As he looked at me, I swear to this day his baby blue eyes held no fear. He was confused, as anyone would be in that moment- but he wasn’t scared, at least not of me. I don’t know why.

I wonder what I looked like to him. He would never tell me. Maybe a hero. I like to think that at the very least. I fantasize and tell myself I had a manly shine and glimmer, my eyes determined and my mouth a fine line of focus. I wish I had asked him.

But in that moment, I wasn’t thinking of me. I wasn’t really thinking about Luke either, truthfully. In reality, I was thinking about the car.

The car, which screeched as it came closer, closer, a giant hulking monster that would kill me in an instant if I refused to move any longer. I sprang, my legs weak and bouncy but strong. Strong enough to leap across the small plot of grass in front of the building, my arm a leash and Luke barely connected. I spotted the bush- the bush that all of Monica’s drunk boyfriends would piss in, littered with cigarette butts and and wrappers and whatever other shit people would be too lazy to actually dispose of.

In that moment, that nasty fucking bush was a paradise- something sent from God himself to rescue me and this beautiful blonde criminal attached to my arm. I threw myself fully into it, the thin twigs popping and crackling as they snapped around us. Everything was so fast, so urgent, that the moment we sat the world came to jolting halt.

Silence.

We were as silent as two panting, terrified children could be. I could only hear the sounds of our bodies and the city then- the constant warning of police and their wail, the close hum of the party in the building right against the shrubbery, and the car. The car, wheezing and sputtering like an old man. Its engine coughed and spat below the hood. I could hear shouting- what did they say? They sounded angry, and dangerous. I put my hand instinctively over my mouth, and I tried to slow my breathing one trembling huff at a time. My eyes couldn’t help but stray to the person inches away from me.

The light of the car moved slow, slow. It winked at us, walked across our bodies, the shadows of the leaves that crossed us looking like spots of black against our persons. The glint was too powerful and in a moment of impulse, I turned my face. I saw Luke, not move, not even blink. The light gave him a holy glow, a halo. He did not look at me. He looked only at the truck.

It seemed to last a million years. When finally the shouting stopped, I heard something like a mumble, and then the tires screamed against the street, and the truck sped off and away.

Neither Luke nor I moved for a full thirty seconds. Nothing. The car was gone- it was truly gone. I had been the first to hint at our safety; I looked at him and couldn't help but smile, big, goofy and relieved. Out of the corner of his eye he assessed me cautiously, before finally turning to face me fully for the first time. When he did, the corner of his mouth was a boyish grin.

Even in the hidden darkness, his eyes twinkled like Christmas lights. I could make out his dimples that shined through his babyish cheeks. There was something so alien about that youth, and those eyes. I couldn’t help but feel myself fall in an exhausted but hearty laugh. And he started laughing too, and I remember so cleanly both us giggling and sobbing with this brilliant feeling of ease.

When we eventually were became too sore to keep dying over nothing, we fell quiet again. I noticed Luke move his head side to side, as if he were searching for something. I could only see the darkness of his silhouette. I looked at only him.

“This bush smells like urine,” he said. That brought me back to a level of reality. It did smell like piss- and drugs. And whatever nasty shit people has dumped into it.

“Fuck, let’s get out then.”

“Okay.” Both of us moved at once- Luke, not drunk like me, popped up out of the bush with a flurry of broken and dry leaves. He yanked me up without me having to ask. We both stood there, very close, the brier scratching at our waists. It took my slightly intoxicated sway to get us moving again.

When we were back in the clear, Luke looked over up and down the streets as he yanked up his pants and held his huge jacket closed. He didn’t explain anything, but instead looked to me and nodded with gratefulness. “Thanks, man. Really.” I told him no worries, and picked a few thorns out of my knees. “What’s your name?”

My head jerked up. This was the crossing of a great bridge. I hid my happiness by raking my hand through my mess of hair. “Ryder. You?”

With one hand clutching his jacket, he stuck out a small, twig-sliced hand. “Lucas Evans. My friends prefer Luke, though.”

Did I plan it? Did I do it on purpose? I like to think I didn’t, and that I either was too stupid to realize it- which is much more likely- or that it was fate somehow. The idea of me doing it consciously makes me cringe.

“Alrighty, Luke...We should probably go inside.” Without hesitation, I took and shook his offered hand.

And in that moment, I didn’t just cross the bridge, but I flew across it, not even thinking to look back. Just by changing a few minor letters and shedding an S this person, who I barely knew but had still saved, went from being a complete stranger who owed me to a friend.

I saw him look to the ground in- in what? In pleasure, embarrassment, childish joy? But when he looked back up his dimples dotted his cheeks grandly.

“You’re right. I don’t-” He peaked over his shoulder again, scratching the back of his head, “I don’t think it would be all that smart of me to go back into those streets.”

“No kiddin’,” I said, leading the way back to Monica’s cluttered party. “If you just stay here for a bit you’ll be fine.”

When I opened the door I was hit with pounding, pungent reminder of why I left in the first place. Girls caked with makeup and sweat, greasy punk boys shedding their shirts to try impress someone, anyone. I let out a heave of a sigh and turned to Luke with a flip-flopped expression. “Just so you know, be weary of everyone here. They aren’t good people.”

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 6 years ago

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Partners (4) | Tommy Akhtar x Reader

Words: 2392

Warning: Not much… please let me know if there are

A/N: Reader and Tommy finally acting into the case and reader finally meets Shelly. More talk about Bond.

You and Tommy had a new arrangement, different than what you had originally planned, but given your current situation, it was for the best. The clouds were letting up that day, so the sky didn’t look as dreary as the day before. Tommy didn’t talk about what happened at the cemetery besides what Shelly had told them about the banker and you didn’t push it. In the four days you’ve known each other, you were slowly getting in tune to each other’s thoughts and personalities. Tommy was more considerate with you and cigarettes by smoking while he’s outside the car and facing away when you’re outside together. So far, you fortunately hadn’t run into your dreaded uncle and you seemed to be more stable than the past two or three days.

After your discussion at the cemetery parking lot, you decided to quit the diner. The manager was sad to see you go, as well as some of the regulars that you helped serve, but it had to be done. Tommy told you about his dad’s health conditions and agreed to help remind him about taking his medication and lay off the booze. Meanwhile, you continue your search for the art collector and the connections with Davenport, trying to find their motive behind all those cases.

No one had contacted you yet, which somewhat surprised you. Your family wasn’t the type to just talk and check in with each other unless they need something. They were aware about what you’ve been investigating, although they don’t know about your investigation partner. You thought they would have at least checked in the progress of the investigation. It should be a relief that you were allowed breathing space and you try to shrug off the feeling that they were slightly behind the predicted schedule.

You were currently seated in the car, parked across of your targeted bank. From the logo that Davenport carries around, this should be the one that he worked at. You made note of the people walking in and out, checking for anyone that looked remotely like the mysterious art collector or any of the art collectors that Davenport was associated with. So far, you got nothing.

“One six-inch onion chicken sub,” Tommy announced, suddenly appearing near your car window.

You rolled down the window and grabbed the sandwich and drink from him, so he could climb into the passenger’s seat with more ease. You sipped on the soda as you scanned the streets out of growing habit. Tommy watched as you forced yourself to relax, rolling the window back up and taking a bite of your sandwich.

“So,” he said, swallowing down a bite, “have you come up with a Bond girl name, yet?”

You coughed to hide a laugh, having initially thought he was going to bring up something serious like the case. “Well, Lotus is definitely going to be in there somewhere,” you said.

“The color and the word lotus? Golden Lotus? Crimson Lotus? What’s your favorite color anyways?”

“(Y/f/c),” you answered.

“Tommy Bond and (Y/f/c) Lotus,” he said dramatically, spreading his hands as if reading off a wide movie sign.

“That sounds lame.”

“It’ll catch on,” he insisted, biting into his own sandwich. He let out a loud moan, making a point to face you and chew slowly. You suppressed another laugh, turning away to take another sip of your soda. “Listen. You need to lighten up. I’m the detective here, alright? I need to be the scruffy, cynical, and brooding one in this dynamic, okay?”

“I don’t want to let my guard down,” you said.

Tommy nodded. “Fair enough. Maybe you can be Bond. I can be… your Bond boy,” he joked, pausing mid-bite as the suspected banker strolled up to the building. “At least we know we’ve got the right place.”

“Anything from the network?” you asked.

Since quitting the diner, you had to find other ways to keep in contact with your network. Before, it wouldn’t have been so bad, and you could have simply walk up to a beggar and pay them off for information. Now, you were paranoid. If your uncle could somehow find out your address, who knows what method he had used to track you down. So, instead, Tommy volunteered to check up on your network and you made sure they knew that he was an ally, adding your uncle on their watchlist.

“The London Museum is getting all hyped up for their new exhibit. It’s just flyers everywhere. Two of the art collectors that Davenport is associated with had visited the museum recently. I didn’t want our trackers to get too close, so they followed them and found the general area where they live,” Tommy said, pulling out a zoomed up printed London map from the glove compartment. There was a red circle around two areas in the East and the South-West, marking where the art collectors reside.

Your eyes briefly left the bank’s entrance to look at the map, leaning in closer. “Those are high-end suburban areas in London. It’s a good thing they didn’t get any closer,” you noted.

Tommy hummed in agreement. “We just need to find a way to get closer.”

“Follow them ourselves? Break into their house or sneak our way into a private party?”

He nodded. “We might have to. Which one are you more confident in, breaking into their house or sneaking into a party?” he asked with a straight face. “I, personally, would rather break in than attend a snobby party, but there’s free drinks, too.”

“Don’t want to wear a tux, Mr. Bond?” you played along.

“Do you want to see me in a tux, Miss Lotus?”

“I rather you in a tux than me in a dress. But, I also rather us in shady garb sneaking around suburban houses than either of us fancily dressed mingling with high-noses.” You thought for a moment, taking the time to finish up your sandwich. After swallowing, you said, “Do we have to break into their house, though? Can’t we just hack them or figure out how to steal Davenport’s bank statements for any money transference linked to the art collectors within our timeline?”

“You know how to do that stuff?”

You shrugged. “How hard can it be?” Tommy raised an eyebrow, as if saying “Are you serious?” You snorted, pushing his arm. “I’m kidding. I was the secretary in the family business, remember? I had to do a lot computer and paperwork, so I’ve hacked before. Besides, we could also sneak into his hotel room, rifle through his stuff, then pop back out.”

“That sounds easiest. Why didn’t you say so in the first place? We’ve wasted so much time because of you,” Tommy accused, crumpling his sandwich rap.

You threw your own rubbish at him and poised your hand above the car key. “Should we start heading out?” you asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You started the car and followed Tommy’s instructions towards the hotel that the banker had been staying at. Businessmen usually reserve a room at a nearby hotel when conducting shady meetings, often reserving the same room every time. Humans were creatures of habit after all. The hotel itself was away from the industrial and business area of the city, making it less likely for them to run into familiar faces. Luckily, Shelly worked at that hotel and had kept track of Davenport for the past few days, under the request of Tommy. He still hadn’t spoke to you about her much, and it really wasn’t your business. Although, you’ve shared a fair amount of your history, the fact that Tommy and his father offered their apartment to you was a fair enough trade in your opinion.

Tommy shifted around his seat as you drove, digging through his pockets. “What are you doing?” you asked him.

“Looking for my cigs,” he muttered, “Must’ve used them up already.”

“Want gum?” You held up the pack towards him without taking your eyes off the road.

“Thanks.”

He took the pack and pulled out a stick of gum, tossing the pack back after shoving the gum in his mouth. He leaned closer to the dashboard, peering through the windshield and pointed the next direction. You signaled left and turned. As the hotel came into view, Tommy leaned back in his seat with a sigh.

“Want to follow me inside?” he suddenly asked without looking at you.

“Thought you’d want me in the car so we could book it once you’ve got the information we needed?” you said.

Tommy shrugged. “We just saw him arrived at work. He won’t be back for a while. According to my friend, he doesn’t come around the hotel until nine or ten in the evening to meet his clients. Could use more eyes. Given the number of clients he meets, especially the nature of those meetings, he may keep some documents in the hotel’s safe. We can search around for more clues that involves your family or at least where he keeps his other documents or where he lives.

You didn’t push him and decided to follow along. If you couldn’t tell by the architecture or the size of the building, the interior of the hotel screamed expensive. This was the type of place where the rich come to stay either for a business trip, a get-away, or an affair. You felt out of place in your casual attire as you stepped into the chandelier lit lobby. Dusty rose drapes hung from the windows and parts of the ceiling, the walls were creme and the floors were marble, and the lights seemed to dim the further you walked in. Tommy led you to the side where the front desk was.

“Tommy,” a woman’s voice called out, causing the both of you to turn.

The same blonde woman from the cemetery walked up to Tommy with a big grin, wearing an elegant off the shoulder crème dress. She was gorgeous with her wavy shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, and bright contagious smile. Tommy greeted her, giving her a quick hug that you felt would have been longer if you weren’t here. He turned to you and held out a hand.

“Shelly, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), Shelly,” he introduced you.

“Hi,” you said, sticking a hand out to her.

“It’s nice to meet you. Tommy’s mentioned you before the other day,” Shelly said, taking your hand in a firm shake.

You released her hand and stuffed your hands in your coat. “Has he? I’m sure there wasn’t much to mention about me.”

“Well, he said you’re his new partner for the case he’s working on,” she said, glancing between you two. “Tommy usually works alone, so it was kind of surprising that he’s actually having someone help him for once.

“Really? Was he always this stubborn?”

Of course, they knew each other in school. You thought back to Tommy’s conversation with his dad the other day and how he mentioned that she was his friend’s girl. You tried to put the pieces together, although you’ve continued to remind yourself it shouldn’t be any of your business, but you couldn’t help it. It was a habit of yours to figure out someone with the clues you’re given. His friend must’ve been the one that passed away, hence meeting up at the cemetery and there was something going on between Tommy and Shelly.

“Yes! Ever since I can remember he- “

“Okay, if you ladies are done gossiping about me,” Tommy interrupted, stepping in between you and Shelly. “We need to continue on with some business.”

“I haven’t even reached the good part,” Shelly teased. Tommy gave her a warning look, which responded with a playful roll of her eyes. “Okay, come on. I have his room number and the housekeeping keys.”

“Stay close, alright,” Tommy whispered to you, his arm brushing yours as you set off to follow Shelly.

“Well, where else am I going to go?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at his orders.

“There’s a few nosy people at this hotel. In case we get caught, at least we’d be together and think of a cover story,” he said.

“We came to bang,” you quipped with a firm nod of your head, as if he had agreed to use that cover story.

Tommy aggressively wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “That seems to be the running theme when it comes to lying about our relationship, hasn’t it? Didn’t realize you were that eager,” he said, referring to the time you messed with the other waitress back at the diner.

You pushed his arm off. “Have you been here before?” you wondered.

He stiffened, his eyes shifting away from you, briefly hovering over Shelly who continued to walk ahead of the two of you and not paying attention to your conversation. “And what makes you think that?”

You shrugged. “Nothing,” you said.

It wasn’t just the fact that he knew exactly how to find the hotel, his body language seemed that he was familiar with the stifling atmosphere of the fancy place. With his personality and line of work, he wouldn’t have chosen a hotel like this to stay in. He had headed straight for the front desk, he didn’t look around for it. He, at least, was familiar with the type of people that would visit the hotel and their behavior. Maybe it was just an assumption on his part with being familiar with high- and middle-class people in general. In the end, it was all speculation in your head.

Shelly lead the two of you towards the elevator and up to the upper floors before heading down the corridors to Davenport’s room. She handed Tommy the key, a silent exchange between them as they looked at each other. You busied yourself with memorizing the interior designs and the number of doors down the hallways. You jolted when Shelly laid a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry. It really was nice meeting you. Keep Tommy out of trouble, yeah?” she said with a small smile.

“I can’t promise that. You know him better than I do.” You were breaking into a banker’s private hotel room and about to rifle through and possibly steal confidential information. If anything, you were aiding him in trouble and Shelly was enabling it.

A/N: I actually liked Shelly in the movie and thought they were cute together, but this is a Tommy Akhtar x reader story and I liked the idea that reader and Shelly would quickly get along.

#Tommy Akhtar x reader #tommy akhtar imagine #City of Tiny Lights #Riz Ahmed #slow burn #partners

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just-jordie-things · 7 years ago

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Gangster’s Paradise - Richie Tozier [chapter two]

word count: 3688 warnings: swearing, smoking, marijuana, drug dealing, angst

“I knew he’d be late!” Eddie groaned as he sat in the grass. Bill huffed in an annoyed agreement, looking around their spot at the Barrens, hoping Richie would show up out of nowhere.

“I-I told h-him f-four” Bill stated. “I t-told him t-twice the p-plan”

“Good thing it wasn’t some important meeting” Stan grumbled.

“Well- well what if it was?” Eddie asked exasperatedly. “What if- what if you died? And we needed to tell Richie but his lazy ass couldn’t bother to get here in time?”

“I’m not dead Eddie” Stanley deadpanned.

“You know what I mean. Something awful. What if It came back? Huh?”

“D-don’t say that” Bill snapped slightly, and Eddie apologized almost instantly. Ashamed that he’d gotten so ahead of himself.

It had been years since that demon had been mentioned aloud.

“Sorry Bill”

Silence fell between the three as they kept to their own thoughts for a while, thinking about that summer years ago. It wasn’t often that they were reminded of it, and if any of them were being honest, it hit them hard.

“W-we saw y/n/n t-today” The old nickname for y/n rolled off Bill’s tongue with ease but as soon as he said it he corrected himself in a flushed manner. “y/n… w-we saw y/n” He restated.

“Yeah… she’s in my third period Econ” Eddie said quietly, recalling awkward moments where their eyes had met and looked away just as quickly.

“N-no, we s-saw her a-and Patrick Ho-Hocks-st-st-tetter” Bill clarified. It sounded weird… like it had only been a dream that morning. A hallucination. His eyes playing tricks on him

Both Eddie and Stan’s jaws dropped open.

“Really?”

“No fucking way”

“Y-yeah. A-all pressed ag-gainst the l-lockers” Bill replied. Recalling just how real it had been

“Oh shit” Stand muttered. “I can’t believe it… they can’t be… they aren’t…?”

“T-together? I d-don’t know sh-she was smiling an aw-awful l-lot” Eddie sighed.

“What’d Richie do? He didn’t swing at him did he?” Eddie could picture it now, Richie prying Hockstetter away, landing a few punches before getting knocked to his ass.

“N-no he j-just m-muttered” Bill replied, remembering the way Richie stiffened as he walked away from the scene.

“Surprised he didn’t beat his ass. I mean, even though it’s Patrick…” “What about Patrick?” Eddie jumped out of shock, halting his sentence and turning to see Richie walking up to them. A cigarette dangling between his fingers.

“Really Richie!? You bailed on us to smoke?” Eddie groaned as he glared down the cancer stick his friend was holding.

“Fuck off” Tozier responded, walking over to his friends and sitting with his back to a tree trunk. “What’re you talking about?”

“Noth-” Stan started, but didn’t get to finish.

“y/n and Patrick all squashed up against each other and making out” Eddie sneered, pissed off that he was smoking while knowing the consequences.

“Eddie!” Bill scolded, but Richie didn’t say anything, just glared at the hypochondriac.

“Yeah, you know he still loves her” Stan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck off Stan I’ll shove you right off that fucking cliff, and I hope you die an awful death” Richie snapped defensively, but Stan just rolled his eyes. Richie’s violent tendencies only really appeared when y/n was a part of the discussion.

“He’s just jealous of Patrick-”

“I said fuck off!” Richie yelled now, dropping his cigarette and stumping it out with his boot. “Jesus fucks, I come here to hang out with my actual fucking friends and you just end up shitting on me”

“R-Richie he didn’t m-mean it” Bil said, shooting a look between Stan and Eddie.

“It’s not my fault” Stan said. “He’s just not going to admit he’s not over it because-”

“Yeah I fucking get it, I’m in love with her and I’m not changing anytime soon. Thanks Stan, really fucking thanks” The trashmouth barked before he could stop himself.

“What? Why are you so pissy about this?” Stan asked, standing up as Richie began wandering back from wherever he came.

“I’m going back home, fuck you” He called, still walking.

“Oh yeah, just go avoid it like you do everything!” Stan hollered, but sat back down with Eddie and Bill to calm himself. Richie just raised his middle finger, still walking away.

Fuck them, he didn’t have to deal with this. He already had to go through it once.

y/n was sat front seat of Belch’s car, her feet up on the dash as she lit her cigarette.

“You’re really gonna fucking smoke in my car?” Belch groaned. She just cocked an eyebrow towards him as she capped the lighter, blowing a puff of smoke towards him.

Smoking was never something she’d intended on doing, it just kind of happened, and she grew fond of it.

“Where are we drivin’ to anyway?” Victor asked from the back, sitting between Patrick and Henry.

“We’re going to meet up with Jason” y/n responded dryly. “Because someone fucked up-”

“Will you fucking let it go already? I get it! I fucked up! It fucking happens princess!”

“Stop the car” The girl uttered, and Belch slammed on the brakes upon the command.

The space was dead silent, until she whirled around, a shimmering glint of her switch knife pointed towards Hockstetter.

“Listen you fucking pyromaniac” She said angrily. “You have done nothing but test me today and I swear to fucking God I will cut off that fucking mane of yours strand by strand and make you eat it so you better shut that fucking motormouth of yours before you fuck up something worse than this job” Patrick swallowed thickly, and the other boys were deliberately looking away from her.

y/n cleared her throat calmly, closing up her knife and sliding it into her pocket again. “Jason’s just up the road” She told Belch with a sweet smile.

It scared him because it was genuine.

They drove a little further, Henry and Victor conversing in the back about something y/n didn’t really care to listen to. Patrick flicking his lighter open and closed repeatedly, and Belch not daring to look over at y/n next to him. She looked down at her feet, where a ziploc bag sat full of the contraband she was selling.

Drug dealing was never her intention either, but when she had joined up with the Bowers gang and proved herself to be in charge, she found it to be a quick and easy buck.

“Well would ya look at that?” Henry’s sickening voice rang from the back, and he nodded out the window towards the Kissing Bridge. “Haven’t seen Buck Beaver in a while, Belch pull over”

y/n perked up at the nickname, feeling both the urge to duck beneath the window and look out it at the same time. Sure enough, Richie Tozier was wandering down the path, right along the bridge.

“Not surprised frog face is at the bridge all alone” Criss snickered.

“Come on, Belch pull the fuck over-”

“We have a job to do” y/n spoke assertively. “Jason is just up the street and if you want our fifty bucks then we keep on moving”

She spoke with power but sunk low in her seat as they passed the bridge, out of sight if Richie were to look through the window.

Bowers rolled down the window, leaning out of it and spitting towards the trashmouth.

“Cocksucker!” Henry called, and Richie whipped around as the car kept driving, flipping off the older boy.

“Fuck yourself you mullet wearing asshole!” He hollered back, not even caring if Henry were to leap out of the car and chase him down.

Puberty had treated Richie pretty fairly, giving him a good 6 feet of height. And while he may be lanky, he’d learned how to pack a punch, and had the detention streak to prove it too.

But surprisingly, Bowers just got back in the car and it kept on moving. Richie scoffed, staying by the bridge for a smoke.

y/n sat back up in her seat, looking into the rearview mirror to see the boy sitting on the rail of the bridge, lighting a cigarette at his lips. She looked to the cig in her fingers, and let out a small sigh. Inaudible to the others in the car.

Jason, looking the part of a stoner kid, was leaning up against a tree not too much further away from the Kissing Bridge. In fact, if y/n turned and squinted, she could still see Richie sitting there. A blur of a dark green hoodie and jeans.

She handed him his bag, and just as quickly snatched the dollar bills from his hands, counting them up while the others did god knows what back at the car. When she counted all fifty, she smiled and tucked the cash into her pocket, right with her knife.

“Alright Jason” She spoke sweetly as he breathed in the toxic scent of his weed. “If you ever fucking come to the school’s campus demanding your share again-”

“You’ll what sweetheart, tell my mother?”

y/n chuckled, a sound that was near close to a giggle. A quiet “oh fuck” came from behind her, and she turned to see Vic and Henry running back towards the bridge. Maybe out of fear, maybe because they knew Richie was still down there smoking his cigarette. She winked towards Patrick who’d stayed behind, and who was already uneasy from earlier, then turned back towards Jason.

In seconds the girl shoved her hands against the stoner’s chest and pushed him into the tree behind him. He was so off guard, his plastic bag fell from his hands and he gasped, not knowing how to react. Hell, this was a girl, what could he do?

“Don’t ever fucking test me like that, I’ve already got these shitheads to deal with” She said in a mutter. “And don’t think I’d cut you off, customer or not, I’ve got rules, and you broke one today”

“Y-yes y/n” He stammered, nodding his head rapidly.

“If I get caught running around with these fucking criminals, I’m dead. It’s suspicious, you know what I mean?” She asked like they were having a casual conversation. Like her hand wasn’t dangerously close to wrapping around his throat.

“Mh-mhm” Jason nodded his head shakily again, and for a moment as he’d stammered she was reminded of a boy she used to look up to like a leader. But it was a very brief moment.

“So you won’t fuck this up again, yes?” She checked, and again, he nodded.

“EAT SHIT BOWERS!”

y/n whirled around, seeing far off towards the Kissing Bridge that Henry had decided to pick a fight with Richie.

“Fuck” The girl muttered, almost slapping herself in the forehead. She looked back at Jason with a glare. “Get the fuck out of my sight!” She hollered, annoyed that he was still standing there frozen in fear. He was lucky that Henry’s idiocy pulled y/n’s priorities elsewhere.

But Jason’s feet moved awkwardly and quickly as he picked up his dropped bag of MaryJane and scampered off to God knows where.

y/n turned back towards the fighting, luckily too far out of sight for Richie to see her, but not so luckily being able to see Henry swing for his stomach, landing a harsh blow. y/n hissed in a wince, hearing Richie’s pained oof, and wishing she was able to go break it up.

But that would mean a confrontation she wasn’t ready for.

y/n you have to go, it’s Richie, you’d be a bigger bitch for letting this happen, she thought. But on the other hand… y/n, you motherfucker, don’t you dare move, you’ve gotten this far without having to owe anyone any explanations. Bowers didn’t know you knew Richie, Richie didn’t know you knew Bowers.

“Suck a dick frogface. Suck that little asmatics di-”

“Bowers!” y/n screamed his name with evident anger, and her feet was carrying her over towards them in a sprint that shocked her. That this is what she decided to do.

Richie, who had been trying to land a blow to Henry’s face (preferably the nose or eye or lip) stuttered in his movements, and ended up getting socked across the jaw by Henry.

“Hey!” y/n yelled again, reaching Henry and shoving him back away from Richie, making sure not to look at the curly haired boy. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck off y/n you got to do what you wanted, now I get to do what I wanted” Henry moved to shove her aside, and Richie almost made the move to jump in front of her, like he was going to protect her, but she was faster than him. Grabbing Henry by the wrist and shoving him hard back against the car. “Come on boss, it’s just Bucky Beaver” Henry winced, but y/n just scoffed at his begging.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone who’s given a shit. You and the pyro both want a beating today?” Her eyes momentarily flicked towards Patrick, who promptly got into the car without a word.

Richie, still standing behind her, was panting. Slightly out of pain and trying to regain his breath, but mostly because of the shock he was reeling in. y/n was… she was with the Bowers Gang? That just made no sense to him.

“Get in the fucking car” She muttered let go of Henry, who instantly moved towards Richie again, but she pushed both of her hands against his chest, nearly toppling over on his ass. “I said get in the fucking car!” She yelled now, and Henry scrambled to get in.

He had a thing about getting yelled at assertively, forced upon him by his father’s abuse. y/n gave Belch a look, silently telling him to start it up. He did instantly. Vic had rushed to get in the vehicle when y/n had first run over to them, not wanting to be added to her list of beatings for the day.

“You comin’ boss?” Belch asked with a slight quiver to his voice. y/n was only called boss when she was pissed, and they were trying not to piss her off any further.

“Get the fuck back to town I’ll get myself home” She ordered.

“You don’t need a ride boss-?”

“Didn’t I just say to go fucking home?” She snapped. Richie jumped slightly behind her, out of shock. This side of y/n was something completely foreign to him. “Get outta here, I don’t want anyone fucking seeing me with you”

Dust and dirt flew in the air as Belch shoved down on the gas and sped back towards town. y/n groaned out of annoyance, watching them drive off before turning to Richie. In all the craziness she hadn’t noticed that his glasses had been knocked down to the ground. The girl frowned, bending over to pick them up, wiping the muck off the lenses with her shirt before placing them back on his face. Richie stood there with his lips parted, his eyebrows knit together ot of confusion and… anger?

Yeah, that was anger. y/n was always good at reading his emotions, though he hid them best he could.

“I have to get to town” She said promptly, and turned to follow the direction Belch’s car had taken off. But before she could take more than two steps her wrist was seized. And if she hadn’t known it was Richie, he’d be dead.

“That’s it!?” He yelled, out of anger, desperation, everything he’d wallowed in for the past… four years? “You show up, out of fucking nowhere, all ‘in’ with Bowers and you’re just going to fucking leave!?”

y/n blinked, her eyes round and unsure of what to do. She pulled her wrist out of Richie’s hand and stepped slightly back from him.

“It’s best if I just go Rich, you don’t want to talk to me” Richie squinted at her, astounded by her choice of words.

“You drop yourself out of my life like it’s nothing for years and now you’re some drug dealing, kid torturing-“

“Stop it Richie!” She snapped. “It’s not like that!”

“Yeah? Seems exactly fucking like that” He replied and she felt hot tears prick her eyes. She couldn’t recall the last time she cried.

“Fuck, Richie” The girl fumbled and pulled a pack of smokes from her pocket, the one opposite of her cash and knife. It was quiet between them, this new territory they’d created. She lit the cig with her lighter and sniffed to stop from possibly crying as she smoked. “I had it all under control and then you waltz in out of nowhere and mess shit up”

“I messed shit up? You mean realizing you’re fucking-” Richie stepped forward and lowered his voice drastically. “You’re fucking dealing y/n, you do know that’s a felony right?”

“Like you give a shit-”

“I think it’s pretty fucking clear I give a shit” Richie said in a mutter so low it sent shivers down her spine.

“Well don’t then. I don’t” She replied with a bite in her words. There was rage in his eyes, but beneath that she could see the hopelessness.

“y/n… what the fuck happened to you?” He sighed, losing all the angry quality in his voice. y/n stared down at the ground, unable to look at him and tell him the truth.

“Nothing happened to me I just moved on with life”

“Yeah, right on with Patrick Hockstetter” Richie retorted, his arm waving wildly towards the town. She glared up at him at the connotation his words held. Richie had no right to be angry about who she spent her time with, much less be jealous of it.

“I’m going home” She muttered, and was stalking off down the road before he could protest or grab her again.

“What the fuck! You’re just going to run away from it?” He hollered, making her turn around to flip him off before she kept on walking.

Richie froze for a moment, remembering the way he’d left his friends at The Barrens, just like her. The boy sighed, and jogged after her.

“Go away Richie”

“I just so happen to live in Derry so I’ll be walking this way” He said smugly, but she ignored him. “Besides, you owe me like… a million fucking answers y/n/n”

Her head snapped up towards him upon hearing her old nickname. “I don’t owe you shit” She growled out the same way she held her power over the Bowers Gang.

“Yes honey, you owe me all the fucking shit” Richie snapped back. y/n was momentarily at a loss. Every time she’d ever snapped that way, the one’s she was usually threatening winced, or stepped away. Richie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to give a shit what she said. “You stepped in back there for a reason”

“Fuck off Richie” She muttered, already beginning to pull out another cigarette.

“You smoke now too?” Richie asked out of pure shock, but she continued to ignore him as she lit it and placed it between her fingers. His mind flashed back to a time when she’d leave him every time he’d pull out a cigarette. “Who the hell are you-”

“Well what the fuck did you expect!?” She screamed, whipping around to stand in front of him. “It’s been four years Rich! I’m not going to just be the same girl! Why can’t you just leave it alone?”

“Damn it y/n because I fucking care about you and you’re just trying to get yourself killed!” She was silent for a moment, puffing on her smoke and continuing to walk.

“I wouldn’t mind dying anyways” She grumbled, and Richie rolled his eyes, but something tugged on his heart strings. That familiar pain he’d dealt with before when he’d watch you struggle with something.

“Well you picked the right crowd to get you there quicker” He muttered bitterly. But she laughed.

“Yeah no kidding” She replied. Richie let out a long breath through his nose, not knowing what to tell her. What to say to her to make her drop them and come back to him. “Look I’m not gonna lie to you Rich… I didn’t want Henry beating the shit out of you. But seriously you can’t… you just have to go home and not-”

“Not talk to you again?” He finished, and she looked at him apologetically.

“Look it’s just easier that way it has to stay that way. The others… the boys they don’t know that I was ever with you guys. And they can’t, not if I want to stay in the position I’m in”

“As what, their ringleader?”

“Pretty much yeah” She said with a slight amount of attitude and anger in her voice. Though the idea of cutting him off so soon hurt. It was quiet for a bit, y/n smoking her cigarette and Richie not having anything left to say to her. He was at a loss, what else could he do if he wanted to?

“Well have a nice life y/n” He told her. “Enjoy your pot dealing and being in charge of some fucking psychopaths. Try not to miss your real friends too much, but you seem to be doing just fucking fine on your own” He snarled his words, and she physically winced as he went storming off ahead of her, no longer wanting to even bother. He was done wasting his time on y/n y/l/n. The last four years was him trying to get over his own feelings, but now he was sure they’d vanished completely, along with y/n’s true self.

She’d stopped in the road, watching him leave with half a cigarette between her fingers. Tears welled in her eyes and threatened to fall, though somehow she’d forced them not to. Hell, she missed that boy like crazy.

welp there it is! don’t worry, it’s not gonna be sad angst forever. . . taglist: @timsflannels @depressed-trashcann @beepbeeprichtozier

xoxo ~ jordie

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Unexpected Guest (Part 8)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)…

Word Count: 3942

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift…Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and translated by her because she’s perfect. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

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Once you got home, you found you were alone. You took your piece of cake that Ida had bagged up for you and put it in the fridge. You started the task of getting your hair manageable for bed, taking your makeup off and getting out of your dress to get into comfortable pajamas. Your phone indicated you still didn’t have any missed communication from Jeremy.

You sighed angrily and put your phone on the nightstand.

The door opened and at first, you were going to opt for just going to bed, but something within you ignited. You jumped up from bed and met Jeremy in the living room.

“Where have you been?” you asked, irritation in your voice.

“Whatssit to you?” he slurred.

Oh, so he went out and got drunk on your birthday? Nice…

“For starters, it’s my birthday and you missed the entire party,” you informed.

Jeremy glanced around the room, eyes barely open. “Doesn’t look like it was much of a party,” he scoffed as he walked over to the fridge to grab a beer. You ran over and took it from him before he could take a drink.

“Hey!” he protested.

“You mind telling me why the fuck you’re out drinking on my birthday?”

“I forgot. Big deal. I went out with the guys. We had one hell of a time. You should’ve been there.”

“No, you should’ve been there, Jeremy. At my party! What...What kind of asshole does that?”

“What the hell did you just say to me?” he demanded, dominance filling his stance as he towered over you.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” you repeated, pointing at him as your voice raised. “I can forgive just about everything you do. But forgetting my birthday? That’s a new level of ass.”

“God damn. So you got older, big fucking deal. I’m sure your friend Bill kept you company,” he said, taking the beer back from you.

“Bill has nothing to do with this!”

“Oh he doesn’t? We didn’t have problems until he came around!”

“Because he’s a good fucking person and your a dick! I reminded you about my birthday twice this week and you still forgot. And what about the fact that I called you several times and texted you all night and I didn’t hear a peep back?”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, “Veronica had my phone. Sort of a game we were playing.”

“Who the fuck is Veronica?” you asked, confused as hell.

“She was this hot waitress at the bar. Man...she had nice cans,” he said approvingly, nodding his head to one side before taking a drink.

“So let me get this straight,” you began, putting your hands to your forehead, “on my birthday, you went to a bar, possibly cheated, and got shitfaced, instead of coming to my party?”

“Why should I even show up when I have to compete with Mr. Wonderful?” he wondered, still stumbling around, slurring, and his eyes half closed.

Frowning and shaking your head, you asked, “Who? Bill? Are you serious right now?”

Anger raged through you as you yanked the beer bottle from his lips and went to the sink to start pouring it out.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” you mumbled.

“I paid for that, you bitch,” he snapped.

“Oh, I’m a bitch? You paid for this? Did you really? Because I pay for every fucking thing else in this house! Maybe you should see if Veronica wants to support your lazy ass!”

“At least she isn’t fucking her guy friend and lying to her fiance about it!”

The next thing you knew was that your hand met Jeremy’s face, a loud slap echoing in the house, your hand stinging from the force of the hit.

“I fucking told you I’m not sleeping with him!”

“How stupid do you think I am, Y/N?” he demanded, his eyes darkening as his cheek reddened.

“I think you’re pretty fucking stupid since you can’t do anything right! You can’t get promoted, you can’t write music, you can’t make love right, you can’t clean, you can’t stay faithful, and you can’t remember my fucking birthday!”

“I don’t fucking need this. All you do is nag, you know? You’re always on my ass about doing this or that. I like to relax once in awhile.”

“I nag you all the time because you don’t do anything!” you shouted, exasperated by all of this. About this being the umpteenth time this argument has arose.

“Why is it all on me, huh?” he demanded, throwing his arm out in a vague gesture.

“All on you? Have you been blacked out for the last three years? I cook every meal, I clean every day, I do laundry all the time. I’m lucky if you make a run to the grocery store on your way home.”

“Because I’m busy supporting you! I’m always at work or with the guys!” he retorted as if he had been busting his ass for you.

“Oh, right, the guys. The guys who never help clean up the mess they make here, or offer to pay when you buy pizza using my money. The same guys who haven’t helped you make a decent song in over a year!”

“Hey! I don’t shit all over your work!”

You nodded. “You’re right, Jeremy, you don’t. You know why? Because you would have to stop staring at the fucking TV long enough to notice what I’m doing. You also know that my income supports ninety-five percent of your shit lifestyle.”

“God damn. Is this major bitch fest coming from me missing one lousy birthday? Get over yourself. I doubt you really even wanted me there.”

For a moment, you didn't know how to respond. You wanted to say, “Of course I wanted you there.” But it would be a lie.

In that moment, you were so livid you couldn’t see straight. You weren't in a good frame of mind, but you did know you didn’t want Jeremy anywhere near you.

In a much more calm voice, you said, “You’re right. I didn’t want you there. In fact, I don’t want you anywhere near me anymore. You can get your shit and get out it.”

“What?”

“I know you usually don’t listen when I talk, Jeremy, but let me make this clearer. Get. Out,” you said, stopping at each word while pointing at the front door.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me. Because I flirted with some bitch at a bar and missed your party?”

You pointed to the bedroom. “Get your shit, and just...get out. I can’t do this any more. We’re done.”

“No, you’re not leaving me. You don’t get to dump me, not after everything I’ve given you.”

“You haven’t given me shit, I worked for all of this,” you retorted.

He shook his head. “You know what? Fine. Fuck it. I’m out. I don’t need this shit. You’re a controlling bitch.” He turned and walked into the bedroom, meanwhile you turned at the sink and put your hands on the edge of it and leaned over…

What a fucking night. Happy Birthday to you…

You sighed heavily, not sure if you should be crying, sleeping, eating, drinking...You just weren’t sure about anything anymore. Right now, throwing Jeremy out felt right, it felt good...But in the morning, would you regret it? Throwing him out, saying you’re ending your engagement, that’s a huge step. That’s not just a bad argument you can come back from. If you wanted this, you needed to be damned sure before he was out that door for good.

In this moment, knowing that he did what he did on your birthday, it felt perfectly fine. Just looking back on everything that had transpired between you and Jeremy...you knew this was the right move, even if Bill hated you now, you’d rather be alone than stay in this heavily negative relationship. You didn’t think you could take one more day of begging him to clean or pay a shred of attention to you or to engage in your engagement. Your psyche would just fucking crack if you had to deal with it anymore.

Where did it all go wrong though? How did you go from the cute ice cream dates and picnics in the park and happy, carefree days of moving in together to not being able to stand each other? How do you just go from dying to touch each other, excited to see him when you get home to hating the idea of him being there?

Worst of all...how did you not notice it happening until Bill came around and reminded you of how you should feel around your boyfriend?

After five minutes, Jeremy came storming out of the bedroom, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. A small part of you wanted to tell him to stop, to wait and you two to talk about it in the morning. Part of you wanted to just say his name, to make him look at you. Yet, the bigger part of you, the wiser part of you knew you needed to let this go...to let him go.

So you stood with your hands on the counter, full well knowing you needed to remain quiet and just let him leave without so much as a glance your way. He wrenched open the front door and slammed it behind him.

As soon as it shut, you walked to your bedroom, ready to just sleep this horrible day away…But of course when your head hit the pillow, sleep didn’t come so easily, how could it? You were now single, lying in the bed you’d shared with your fiance for years now. His scent, his touch, his presence was still there from where the pillow still had the indent of his form, his stuff on his nightstand, the sports pictures and posters on the wall. Never to see his family again, never to go to his childhood home and meet his sweet mom or joke with his dad or brother. This was the family you were going to join, go to holidays with, and now you’d never see them again. Even if you were irate and pissed and hurt right now, and even at your core you knew this was the best option...it still hurt to end two lives.

Soon, his toiletries wouldn’t be in the same space on the bathroom sink, his socks wouldn’t be in the top dresser drawer, his music gear wouldn’t take up half of your office, his favorite snacks would be thrown out...All the little things that made up your life together would disappear, all evidence of your lives together slowly disintegrating as time went on. With or without the aggravation that came with Jeremy, you still cared about him and he had been your partner for a long time now and you couldn’t just turn those feelings off…

Then again, you couldn’t just turn off those feelings with Bill either. The fears and feelings you were having now could very well happen to you and Bill...but somehow...you felt like this wouldn’t happen with Bill. Of course, the gift giving and overtly extra nice and sweet would probably slowly slip away, as with most couples, the honeymoon phase couldn’t last forever and you knew that. But that wasn’t what you were thinking of, your mind was wandering to instead of deteriorating with time as you and Jeremy had, you felt you and Bill would grow stronger. You would learn each other’s strengths and weaknesses, learn to love each other’s flaws, learn how to make each other better people.

Because you didn’t love Bill because of his money or his fame or what he could or would buy you. You loved that he jumped to go with you to a wedding. You loved that he didn’t mind sitting and listening to you vent for hours on end. You loved that he went to any and all lengths to just put a smile on your face. To walk you out to your car. To offer advice on your work if he could. The fact that he could make a bad day disappear by just being there for you after work. The fact that he could make a crowded room feel private just by giving you that intense, captivating stare. The fact that he could make you feel like a queen just by making you laugh and staring at you as if you’d given him the world.

Jeremy, looking back on it, did the bare minimum. Sure, he tried your recipes, but he was basically eating dinner, he didn’t have to go out of his way for that. He never did anything special for your birthdays or Valentine’s Day or Christmas. His gifts were never thought out, never sentimental, never once did he try to go above and beyond. But it wasn’t just holidays or gifts, it was all the time. No surprise bouquet of flowers. No offering to make dinner or pick up pizza. No special back rubs or foot rubs after a long day. No offering to clean the house just to be kind. No offering to run you a bath...To some people, that’s probably okay. Some people may be okay with not putting a lot of effort into their relationships that way, but when you bent over backwards to just see that he was happy and he couldn’t even lift a finger.

But here was Bill, willing to put in just as much blood, sweat, and tears into this and he didn’t even have you. He was so happy and ready to just give you his all, just in hopes of even being worthy of your time.

The thoughts of the two men swirled and swirled in your head. On one hand, yes, you knew leaving Jeremy was right. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to end the shared life between you two. Then, on the other hand, you knew you were in love with Bill. Didn’t mean you were ready to rush back into a relationship and do this whole circus sideshow again. Did you want to make it work? Of course. But the idea of plunging right back into the mess you were in was terrifying. You loved Bill now, but in five years would you be in the same situation?

Eventually, sleep took over and you fell into a restless sleep.

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The next morning, Ida came over with coffee and pastries to help cheer you up. She had no idea that you had kicked Jeremy out.

“I’m so sorry about your party,” she apologized.

You waved her off. “It wasn’t your fault. You threw a great party and I am so appreciative, really. My birthday itself was fantastic. Just...the rest of the night went to shit,” you said, looking miserable with dark circles and fucked up hair.

“Did something else happen I don’t know about?” she inquired softly.

You nodded, cupping the cup of coffee and your eyes drifting down to it. “Yeah...I...I threw Jeremy out.”

Ida’s eyes went wide for a moment before nodding slowly. “Holy...wow...Why? What happened? Because he didn’t show up or…?”

Nodding your head side to side, you answered, “Yeah, partially that. But he came home, drunk, told me he was flirting with a waitress, and that he didn’t care that he forgot my birthday. That was the last straw. We yelled at each other over who did more around the house and shit and...it...I couldn’t take it anymore so I kicked him out.”

“That fucking sleezy piece of shit,” she cursed, shaking her head angrily. “Flirting with another girl on your birthday then having the audacity to say you didn’t do more around the house? Hell no…”

Silence fell between you two as she continued to ponder the news, shaking her head and muttering.

“So...when is he coming back? I mean...is it over over or did you just have him leave?”

Heaving out a sigh, you responded, “No, it’s really over. I told him we were done and he needed to grab a bag and get out. He didn’t put up much of a fight…”

“Oh honey,” she said, reaching over to rub your back.

You shrugged. “I actually feel okay. It hurt last night, and I’m still not used to the idea of being single…” Your eyes fell to your ring finger, still clad with the ring Jeremy had picked out for you, not sure when you would take it off. “I’m not head over heels happy that he’s going to be out of my life, but I know...you know, in the long run it’ll all be okay.”

“Yeah,” she agreed gently. “It really will.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Oh, so...maybe a sore subject right now but...Bill?”

“What about him?” you wondered simply.

“Do you still have feelings for him? Are you going to tell him? Are you going to address the fact that he kissed you with him?”

A small laugh bubbled out of your lips. “Uh, Ida, I don’t know, man. I’m just...I’m trying to take it one day at a time right now. I don’t think I can throw Jeremy out and pull Bill in, ya know?”

Pulling her cup from her lips, she commented, “No, I know, but I still think you should talk to him at some point...I mean...he deserves to know your feelings, where you stand, that you’re single…”

“I don’t know…I’m not sure I can or that I should. I don’t think it’s a good idea to just leave Jeremy and jump back into...all this.”

“No one’s asking you to, but if Bill is the guy I think he is, he’ll be willing to wait and help you through this. After everything that’s happened between you two, I think he deserves to know that one day, you’re willing to try. I’m sure he won’t expect anything right now, but he should know that it’s on the table.”

You nodded. She was right and you hadn’t thought of that. Your immediate reaction was to just push everyone away, including him, but she had a point. Bill would probably wait, he wouldn’t pressure you. He would be there for you, support you, as a friend or whatever you needed probably. You just didn’t want to supply him with false hope and in a few months or maybe a year, you still weren’t ready to start a new relationship and he’d wasted his time waiting for you.

“Do you really think so?”

“I know so. Besides, what will it hurt? If you find out he’s not willing to wait or be cool about it, then he’s a dick and it’s good that you got rid of him,” she said with a bright, cheery disposition that reached her twinkling blue eyes.

You laughed at her response.

“I suppose you’re right. If he isn’t willing to work this out, then he’s not the guy I fell in love with,” you agreed, bobbing your head.

“That’s true. So what are you gonna do about Jeremy? You gonna talk to him?”

“Ugh. I really don’t want to, but I suppose it needs to be done at some point since he needs to come back and get the rest of his stuff…”

“If you want me to be here for that instead, I can talk to him,” she offered.

“No, I really need to be here. It would be better for closure and if he has any questions…Besides, I don’t need to run from this.”

“Fair point. So what’s the game plan?”

“Not sure. I’m going to maybe text him later tonight after he’s cooled down and so have I. See when he wants to come get his stuff, and take it from there.”

“So you’re not going to go out and get drinks and talk or anything?”

You shrugged. “Why should I? I’ve told him over and over again for years now what I want from him, if he doesn’t get that then nothing I say now will change that or get through to him. If he asks me, I’ll probably tell him why I don’t want to be with him any more.”

“That’s good. And Bill? How long are you going to wait on him?”

Another shrug rolled through your shoulders. “I don’t know. What do you think?” you wondered. At this point you were willing to take any shred of advice anyone was willing to offer.

She thought a moment, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. A few minutes went by before she answered, making you grow concerned.

“I think, you should tell Bill when it feels right, but do it soon. I would take care of Jeremy first though. Take today and tomorrow and take the day off. I’ll watch the kitchen. You take today to destress, take a hot bath, lay in bed, eat ice cream, whatever…”

“But--” you started but Ida gave you a warning look.

“I will cover it. Trust me. The kitchen will be just fine for a few days while you do all this.”

“Fine,” you conceded with a pout like a child.

“Then, once you’re done with taking time for yourself to decompress, hit Jeremy up and ask him when he wants to come get his crap. Make it soon, so that you don’t have to see all of his shit in here, making this harder on you.”

You nodded slowly, taking in her advice.

“Okay...And Bill?”

“When you have a day for the Jeremy shit figured out, you need to go to Bill and tell him you want to talk. That should be done in person, all of the feelings and the kiss and all of that...stuff, should be out in the air. Again, talk to him as soon as possible while the feelings are still fresh. You don’t want either one of you to dwell on it too long or him think you’re not interested and he moves on.”

“Right,” you agreed, nodding. “I don’t even know what to say,” you admitted, shaking your head, your eyes dropping back to the counter again.

“Say whatever you feel.”

“No shit, Sherlock. But I don’t know how to put that into words.”

“Start off with leaving Jeremy...Then go to the kiss on your birthday….then try to talk to him about the future, what he thinks, if he has any expectations.”

“But what if I can't promise him what he wants? I’m not sure I can jump from a ruined relationship to a new one. It all still feels to raw. Regardless if Jeremy was a dick or not, at one time we did love each other, we did want to be married...And now...that’s over. I’m not sure I can do this again…”

She nodded. “That’s fair. But you should just talk to Bill and feel around on how he feels. If you lay it out for him, how you feel, what you think, he might want to wait for you.”

Nodding slowly, you agreed.

“If you need anything else, call me. I’ll go open up the kitchen. But you stay here and relax, okay?”

Another nod from you. You didn’t have enough energy to talk anymore about this. She rubbed your back supportively before pulling you into a tight hug, holding you there for a few moments before releasing you and letting out a breath. She left and you were left all alone with your thoughts again….a dangerous combination.

#unexpected guest #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fic

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Daddy’s girls (or four times Jyn and Leia changed the story and one time they didn’t) by pingou @pingou7

The first time Jyn Erso — daughter of the Imperial scientist Galen Erso, yep, that one — sees Princess Leia Organa — daughter of Senator and Viceroy Bail Organa of Alderaan, yep, that one — she thinks nothing of her, in particular. But while her father had always called her Stardust, Jyn doesn’t take long to gather the Princess is a Supernova.

Jyn & Leia friendship. RebelCaptain - HanxLeia. Alternate Timeline.

Note: Almost a year ago I wrote this “girlie one-shot” about Jyn and Leia meeting as an entrance in the Rogue One fandom. I was intrigued with the idea of their rebellious teens. I give you a slightly revised version and the moodboard to go with it! Enjoy. (P.S: The matching tattoos with Kyber Crystal and the Rebel Logo sport the initials D.G. in Aurebesh… because I’m a perfectionist like that).

Read it on AO3 (or under the cut)

She’s a bit younger than she, a bit smaller (and that’s quite a feast, considering Jyn inherited her “petite stature” from her mother) she has a lot of luscious chocolate brown hair and eyes, fine clothes and she doesn’t talk much either, surrounded by Imperials as they are.

But while her father had always called her Stardust, Jyn doesn’t take long to gather the Princess is a Supernova.

Two hours into the festivities, Jyn (who is regularly put under the ‘useful’ tutelage of her surrogate uncle Saw Gerrera, when her father can arrange it) catches the girl sneaking out.

“You have to be constantly on alert, Jyn, your father’s name and position can only do so much,” says the leader of the Partisans in her mind. So, she follows the girl discreetly. She’s getting bored anyway, and as usual, that bastard Krennic is creeping her out. A bit of fresh air will do nicely.

She doesn’t expect to see a Princess of a peaceful planet cursing in four languages (as far as she can tell, anyway) and grumbling about forgetting her lighter. A cig is hanging hazardously between her lips, and the frown on her youthful face makes her look older. Suddenly the royal persona she witnessed earlier seems a lot more interesting to the not quite Imperial/not quite rebel girl.

“You’re smoking?” Jyn asks with amusement.

“I’m trying to, apparently I forgot my lighter. Do you have a problem with that Miss Erso?”

If someone caught her smoking, Jyn would be sheepish or at least uncomfortable. Not Leia, she’s glaring, defiant, casual and plain scary for such a tiny package. Saw did say the tiniest fighters are usually the most dangerous. The older girl shrugs in response and goes to pick a lighter hidden in her combat boots — her dress is long enough to hide them, and her dad laughed out loud when she showed him she had no intention to change for classier shoes. Leia just raises a perfectly arched eyebrow, seeing black boots under her red-silk imperial garb, but she favors her with a smirk.

“None, your highness,” she finally answers, handing her the thing with a smile of her own.

“Drop the title, my friends call me Leia.”

A few hours later, getting home in the impersonal penthouse her father occupies on Coruscant, Jyn is amazed to see she made a female friend so easily. She’s not used to open up to strangers, and she had always been surrounded by men. But something in the princess of Alderaan just clicked with her, and the kyber crystal around her neck seemed to pulse, the more they spent time together. Trust in the Force, had been her mother’s last words, and while Lyra Erso didn’t have time to transmit her faith to her daughter, she feels like their encounter had somehow been the will of the Force, indeed.

—————————————————————————————II

The second time Jyn meets Leia in the flesh, one standard galactic year has passed. They kept in touch with a surprising regularity, through letters, Holocomms and the occasional video conference, but the daughter of Galen Erso is still rendered speechless when the Alderaanian shows up at her door, on a random Saturday night.

Her father is on Eadu for the supervision of a secret project — she couldn’t accompany him, and her Uncle Saw had just started settling on Jedha. Usually, she hates being left behind, but as she takes in Leia’s unusually disheveled appearance and too bright eyes under smeared black khôl, suddenly she’s glad for being alone.

Before Jyn can find anything to say, Leia has thrown herself at her, not caring if her embrace is awkward and probably stiffer than it should be.

“Jyn, I got a brother,” she says into her neck, like some let out a curse word.

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it Leia? You’re sixteen, but I’m sure you’ll be a great sister.”

You are to me, she wants to add, apart from dad and uncle Saw, you’re the only family I have left. But she’s saved from uttering such mushiness when Leia elaborates:

“I have a twin brother, Erso, a biological sixteen year old boy with whom I share DNA.”

Said Erso blinks stupidly at her friend, and stares as the recently elected senator literally vibrates in fury. Force.

She digs out Corellian whiskey shots from her father’s cabinet, and lets the Princess vent as they indulge. Unlike Jyn, she’s a lightweight, the fine, soft and fragrant liquors which are found on her planet didn’t prepare her for the rush of alcohol the amber liquid brings, whereas Jyn participates in drinking games with some of the imperial academy, once in a while.

Leia knows he exists somewhere, she heard her father speak about him with the Senator (and secret Rebel leader) Mon Mothma, but she doesn’t who he is, where he lives and what he looks like. She has a brother, she has always known a part of her was missing, but she’s just so angry nobody ever told her about it, not even her father, and she’s a complete daddy’s girl!

Somehow, the expression strikes Jyn, and she starts to laugh: “Well, I’m one too!” she declares a bit too brightly. Leia is clearly a talkative drunk but Jyn is a happy one.

When the girls regain consciousness the following afternoon, feeling like they’ve been stamped by a few banthas, Jyn is horrified to see a small fresh tattoo on her left calf: a star, a kyber crystal and the letters D.G. But Leia only giggles when she exhibits a similar one, with a star, the symbol of the rebellion and the same D.G. Leia sometimes has to conceal it with makeup, and Jyn is always sporting socks into her practical shoes, but their secret is safe, and it’s nice to have a shared reminder of identity, friendship and happiness in a world that is getting more fickle and dangerous.

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III

The third time Jyn encounters Leia without strangers in the vicinity, teenage shenanigans are far from their minds. Jyn turned twenty-one, the Princess is nineteen, and both are thrown head first into the Rebellion.

It’s been three years since the older girl got separated from her father, seeking permanently refuge with the Partisans on Jedha. She has been trained into a terrorist, a killer, a fighter, a rebel without a cause, and she knows her idealist of a father wouldn’t like it, if he knew. But it’s been a long time coming according to Saw and she just had to find a way to survive, while making the Empire pay for tearing so many people apart from their families, from their freedom. Galen and Leia are much more subtle, molding in the Empire society while alimenting the Rebellion. It’s smart, it’s effective, but Jyn didn’t think she could do this, too.

Until her best friend sent her Cassian Andor, a Rebel intelligence officer, K2SO his reprogrammed imperial Droid and her father a deserter pilot named Bodhi Rook. And after Jedha City and its Temple of Whills got destroyed, their improbable association counted two more members: A sightless Force believer named Chirrut Îmwe and a mercenary called Baze Malbus.

By the time Jyn reached the Rebel HQ on Yavin IV, she knew she had to follow Leia’s lead if she wanted her father’s plan to succeed. Of course, the Rebel leaders were more than wary of what she said, until she caught Bail Organa’s eyes, who vouched for her and her “allegations” and had Draven into a corner. She would get Galen’s plans of the Death Star, and pass them to Leia so that the Rebellion could bring a fatal blow to the Empire.

Cassian and her group of misfits — named Rogue One — were too late to save Galen on Eadu. They got the necessary backup on Scarif, and managed to come out alive, despite massive injuries, but Leia got captured by Vader.

When the two scarred women see each other again, they’re fatherless.

Jyn is still recovering in the medbay, next to Cassian, when Leia Organa comes to sit by her bed. Her jaw is set, and she’s frowning, and intimidating and so far from the carefree princess she’d somehow grown to love as a sister. It brings tears to Jyn’s bright green eyes, but Leia’s are getting darker, almost black.

“Jyn Erso, you’re not allowed to die, ever. Do you have a problem with that?”

“None, your highness,” she finally answers, swallowing her despair and soreness with a smile.

“Drop the title, my family calls me Leia.”

The urge to sob is back, through the princess’ tone is as demanding as ever, and when she exhibits the tattoo on her calf, Jyn ignores her nausea to hug the last survivor of the Alderaanian royals, almost like she did with Cassian, when waiting for death to come on the Scarif beach. Almost, but not quite. Leia Organa is her sister in all but name, but Cassian Andor is… Cassian.

————————————————————————————— IV

The fourth time Sergeant Jyn Erso hangs out with “The” Princess Leia, the whole Rebellion speaks about it for days.

She has the reputation of being unmanageable: Imperial born, Partisan grown and Rogue within the Rebellion. Everyone knows the small Rogue One unit is a special case, that they depend solely on each other, since they refused to be decorated for their dedication to the cause. As former spy Cassian Andor was practically Draven’s man through and through, nobody understands why Senator Organa sought out Jyn — and her team, by extension.

When they had to relocate on Hoth, and sleeping quarters were attributed, the Alderaanian leader chose to refuse her private room near the commandment to share with Erso, in the corridor which holds the members of Rogue One. The fact that Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, as well as the Wookie Chewbacca were also housed in that era of Echo Base didn’t rise as many rumors, which is strange to Jyn, but much more relevant, if she musts say so.

She’s seen how Leia is with Han, and while she has nothing against same sex relationships (Chirrut and Baze are proof of that), she laughed out loud when Cassian refused to meet her eyes and asked if she was with the Princess in that way. Apparently Kaytoo had been regrouping data and he and Bodhi (influenced by the rumor mill) came to the conclusion she and the Princess were “likely to be amorously entangled”.

“She’s family,” is always their response — to Leaders, to Rebels, to Rogue One and to Solo, Skywalker and Chewie. No more, no less.

Until Draven decides to reclaim Cassian for a solo mission, now that he is healed — his back is still fragile, even after several Bacta tank immersions — but the despicable man is intent on separating “his best intelligence officer” from his team, from her. She tries to plead with Cassian as much as she can — they still hadn’t addressed the thing that exists between them — but his loyalty is foremost to the Rebellion. He smiles gently at her, takes her hand and lets his thumb graze her pulse point, but she knows he’ll do as Draven bids him to.

“Eres mi hogar, no tengas miedo, siempre volveré hacia tí mi estrella.”

“I don’t speak Festian,” she mumbles at his door.

“I know,” he replies with twinkling eyes while she gets back to her quarters.

When she gets there, it’s Jyn who rants and Leia who listens, somewhat patiently:

“I can’t forbid him to go because you’re worried about him. Draven is right, he is a good agent, and this solo mission could bring valuable information to the Rebellion. But, tell me, do you like Captain Andor, Jyn?”

Leia didn’t even brush the subject before now, but she is used to get straight answers and suddenly Jyn feels trapped. She thinks of all the times he came back for her, when he didn’t have to. She thinks of “Welcome home”, of their embrace on Scarif, of his lips on her temple when the first Death Star was destroyed, of her hand steadying his trembling back around the Base, of his jacket she took and has yet to give back.

“I don’t know, Leia. Do you like Han?”

“Why do you ask me that? He’s insufferable, and has no sense of justice and even if Luke finds him great, I think he has the ego of…”

Jyn turns Leia out as she lays on her cot, and her hand comes against her calf, where the tattoo is safely hidden by socks and heating pants. She thinks of her dad, of her mother, of Saw, of Jedha and Scarif casualties and she hopes she will never have Cassian to add to that list. When Leia retells a witty comment from Solo in which he affirmed Leia liked him because he’s a scoundrel, Jyn interjects:

“He’s right on that one, though, you liked me because I wasn’t as proper as I pretended to be. You like people like Solo and me, I find kinship in his “selfish approach”, for one, and it doesn’t mean he’s not a good man.“

"I was far wilder than you were, Erso, and you know that!”

“We were daddy’s girls, but I chose to obey when you defied yours.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Jyn regrets letting her guard down. Leia’s impassive senatorial mask is back in full, and the chill in the air has nothing to do with Hoth glacial temperatures this time. She’s already berating herself in her head, hearing her father exhaling “my stardust” with his dying breath, when Leia’s steely tone pierces the silence:

“I’d do anything for my family. Maybe I can’t prevent your Captain to leave the Base, but I can assign you to Solo while he’s gone, since the two of you seem so alike”.

“Thank you Leia,” she whispers, “at least we have you in common, and that’s something. Tell me,” she asks in the dark, “do you speak Festian?”

“I’m not fluent, but I can manage, why?”

“What does Eres… mi hogar… and mi estrella means?”

“It means I should take the room away from Rogue One, or that I’ll have this one to myself soon.”

“I’m serious, Leia!”“So is Captain Andor Jyn, I can assure you. If you don’t get what he said already, I —”

“Please, tell me.”

It may be the last words she’d hear from Cassian and she can’t bear not to have the slightest clue of what he meant. Jyn never copes well when people are leaving. She’s on the verge of sleep when she hears: You’re my home, my star. She’s not sure if it’s Leia, or Cassian, or Galen speaking — in her nightmare, she loses all three on Scarif.

By morning, everyone is gathered in the hangar and Jyn tries to follow the rush which precedes missions. She naturally gravitates around Rogue One, and tries to ignore Cassian while Bodhi and Luke Skywalker chat about piloting. It’s only when Han and Chewbacca join in that Leia makes her way to them:

“Han, Sergeant Erso will accompany you and Chewie on your reconnaissance mission.”

“Oh, and what about you, your Worship? You’re not up to join me for a bit of fun, anymore?”

“Corellian things make her a bit reckless, in my experience, Solo. Don’t worry, I should keep my head cold.”

Luke seems confused, Han turns even more smug, but under Leia’s glare Kaytoo declares she has a good chance to die in atrocious circumstances. Then Baze snorts, and Chirrut smiles, and Bodhi fidgets, but Cassian grows even moodier, stiffly saluting Leia before walking away. He doesn’t look at Jyn once.

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The next time Jyn sees Leia for more than debriefing between two missions after the Battle of Hoth, she seems almost broken, cradling Luke to her chest aboard the Falcon. Skywalker is missing a kriffing hand, Han Solo is nowhere to be seen (someone named Lando Calrissian emerges from the cockpit), and the Princess refuses to say anything. Leia Organa has nothing to say, and in the seven years or so since Jyn can call her a friend, that’s a first.

She instantly reaches for her, but her eyes are fixed on Cassian. Mon Mothma takes charge, and the Base (which is in the Endor system for now) is getting back to normal, but Jyn can’t leave Leia’s side, when she’s glued to Skywalker in the medbay. When Kaytoo, of all people, is “sent to retrieve her for the night”, Leia is still clutching her hand. Once Jyn assures she’ll come back later, the Princess says ‘I know’ in an odd voice, and the rebel doesn’t know quite to say.

As foreseen, Jyn and Cassian had started living together — Han had been a bit too flirtatious with her after they got back from Takodana, Cassian downright punched him and while furious with the whole situation Leia rattled them out loudly: “Cassian and Jyn are in love dumbass! Why don’t you try your pick up lines on someone desperate?”

“Like yourself, you mean?” The smuggler had replied, otherwise unfazed by the whole commotion. But he did send Jyn a wink when neither Cassian nor Leia were looking. Even if her best friend is still in denial, she considers Han family.

Which is why, once Cassian is here to gather her into his arms, Jyn lets the tears Leia refused to shed fall. For Han, for Luke, for Leia and for the kyber crystals, around her neck and on her skin which both seem so heavy tonight. He rocks her softly, murmuring in Festian against her hair, and Jyn wants to slip under his skin, safely curving around his beating heart, when the Corellian is frozen in carbonite. A while later, he grants her wish as much as she can expect, for if she doesn’t slip under his skin, Cassian settles under hers, proving to each other that they are alive and whole.

When Luke and Leia decide to go rescuing Han on Tatooine, Jyn wants to accompany them. But then Bodhi comes back injured from the Operation Yellow Moon and as much as she likes Han and the rest of Leia’s companions, the Rogue One crew is her family. The Jedhan pilot is her only living link to her father, besides, as Baze and Chirrut said, they have to stick together no matter what.

So she embraces Leia when they depart for Skywalker’s home planet, and the Alderaanian advises her to “remain close to her boys while they’ll be Hutt-kicking”. As usual, Bodhi is too impressed by Senator Organa to say anything, but while Chirrut smiles in the direction of her best friend, Baze grumbles about age difference — of course, Kaytoo is also bothered to be referred to in such derogatory manner, he’s not a boy, he’s a Droid and if he should belong to someone, it’s Captain Andor, certainly not Jyn Erso… But Cassian only salute politely the expedition and it’s only when they’re somewhat alone that he says he doesn’t mind being one of Jyn Erso’s boys as long as he’s the only one she stays close to. She rolls her eyes at him (he’s far mushier that he’d been when they met four years ago on Jedha) but lets him kiss her.

If she stares at her tattoo, praying to the Force for Leia’s success with her mother’s crystal in her hand, nobody says anything about it.

After that, things accelerate almost too fast for Rogue One to process, but since Scarif, each one them felt as if the Rebellion didn’t really need them. The point is, they find themselves surrounded by Ewoks, celebrating the fall of the Empire, the second Death Star is destroyed, Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader are dead, and both Jyn and Leia have to learn how to respect their fathers 'legacy, in a freed galaxy.

Finally, when the third day of festivities is coming to an end, the two women sneak out for a while. It’s been quite sometime since Princess Leia had quit smoking, but Jyn Erso still has a lighter on her, and they pass it to Luke, since he “needed to light a fire for personal reasons” (must be a Jedi thing). As they watch him walk away, his sister brings out a flask of Corellian whiskey — which she certainly got from Han — and both daddy’s girls toast it to the starlight sky:

For Galen, for Bail.

#star wars #moodboard #fanfiction #jyn erso #princess leia #rebelcaptain #hanleia #au timeline #rogue one #pingou writes #bringing this back #aesthetic

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littlemisskookie · 7 years ago

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The Runaways: 01

The Runaways: 01 02 03 04 05 06 Ship: Nerd!Namjoon | BadGirl!Reader Description: From the moment you saved Namjoon, you had him hooked. But the question is- are you worth all of the trouble you bring? Warnings: Triggering, Sexual Assault, Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Rapeplay, Future Rapeplay, Slight Violence, Drugs Word Count: 8,189 A/N: Trust me it’s going to be intense- especially in future chapters. And definitely extremely triggering.

Officer Kim Seokjin tapped his pen against his chin repeatedly, feeling the little click as the tip of the pen popped out to disappear once again, being simply background noise as his eyes scanned over the file of a missing college student. Well, that, accompanied by the sounds of quiet sobbing from the woman sitting across from him.

"So," Jin started, sighing. "Your son went missing two days ago, and you found out about this around 8 PM?"

"Yes," the woman wept, rubbing her eyes furiously, wiping some of the dribbling snot with her sleeve. "He's an adult, and I waited the 24 hours suggested- but officer, he always comes home around 6. I don't know what happened- this has never happened! He left his phone, his passport, credit card- everything. I don't know what could happen. He didn't even take the car- I think something terrible happened, officer. Please, please tell me what you found out!"

"I understand you're worried," Jin nodded grimly, glancing up to the middle-aged woman, who looked as though she were already twice her age by now, dark circles and bags under her eyes, and a certain shaken look to her features. "We'll do everything we can, ma'am."

"Please!" she begged. "Just tell me where my son is."

"We're working on it ma'am," Jin confirmed, his lips pressed in a thin line. "But we need you to answer some questions first."

Her body shook and trembled as more tears scattered down her cheeks, and she wiped them furiously, giving her cheeks a bit more of a red hue. "Yes. What questions should I answer?"

"Tell me about your son," Jin said, his eyes returning to the file, the picture of a younger, smiling boy grinning up at him. "Was he a good student? Did he do drugs? What kind of people did he associate with?"

"Namjoon was always a very good student," the woman replied, her eyes glazing over at the memory of her son- who could be anywhere at the moment. "He studied hard, had a very high IQ, never got in trouble. He never touched a single drug, and he didn't have many friends, even though he's a theater kid. The other kids never seemed to like him- intimidated was what I told him. Oh dear, what if they're the ones who took him? My dear boy, taken-"

"Ma'am," Jin interrupted. "Finish the questions."

The woman's lips pursed, but nevertheless, she continued. "He did have one friend. Taehyung, from drama. The boy is one we've known for a while, good kid. Follows Namjoon around like a puppy, really, but he's sweet. A decent student, and Namjoon often tutored him. The only friend he had though."

"Taehyung?" Jin clarified, scribbling the characters down into the file. "Could you tell me the surname and address, please?"

"Kim Taehyung," the woman sniffed, following the young boy's address.

Jin jotted it down, nodding his head. "When was the last time you saw your son?"

"Two days ago at our house. He said he was leaving to Taehyung's to tutor him, but Taehyung said he never showed up."

Jin nodded, eyes scanning over the notes he was taken. Looks like they had a lead.

"I really don't know what happened to him," Taehyung shook his head, arms crossed over his knees as he stared down at the rug. He was seated on the couch opposite of Officer Seokjin, his eyes downcast, though worry was tinged in his tone. "This isn't Namjoon-hyung, I know that. He's never missed a class in his life. Or a rehearsal or practice or- anything, really."

"Why don't you start out by telling me how you came to find out he was missing," Jin suggested, crossing his legs, his slender fingers tapping against the edge of the clipboard he propped up in his lap.

"I knew it the moment that he didn't show up to class," Taehyung stated. "Attendance is mandatory for this one class- the only one we share for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Usually, he sits next to me, but he didn't. I thought he was simply still mad at me for an incident that happened about a week prior, so I tried not to think about it too much. The professor then called role, and everyone was there except for this one girl... and Namjoon."

Jin pursed his lips as he hastily jotted down notes. "You mentioned something about an incident that happened before. Could you please go into detail?"

Taehyung bit his lip, a worrisome expression showing through the creases in his face. "You may think less of me, Officer."

"That's alright," Jin stated, fixing his position. "It's not something illegal, is it?"

"No!" Taehyung spoke, his eyes wide. "No, of course not, I could never. But it is... admittedly cowardly."

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Jin asked.

Taehyung took in a deep breath, taking the next step to solving the mystery of Kim Namjoon's disappearance.

"I'm positive I'm going to flunk it," Taehyung groaned. "I can't do this, I really can't."

"Don't say that," Namjoon huffed. "Look, we went over the basics last night. I taught you all of the material you needed to know, it's really simple. As long as you remember those key elements you should be fine."

"I'm not a genius like you! You seem to know how to juggle theater and these classes without a sweat- but I'm not you!" Taehyung grumbled. "I don't even know why I signed up for this class, hyung."

"It's mandatory, that's why," Namjoon rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Now, if you don't pick up the pace and stop dragging your feet, then we'll be late for our test."

"Good!" Taehyung declared. "That'll be great, can we do that instead?"

"You can't run away from all of your problems, Tae," Namjoon mentions. "Those are the people who are really pathetic you know. The ones who can't confront and get it over with."

"That's your opinion," Taehyung grumbles. The two quicken the pace, backpacks bouncing against their back as they hurried along the halls, only for Namjoon's protruded shoulder to bump into a passerby.

It wasn't even a second that passed by before the stranger whipped around, yanking Namjoon by the back of his book bag to collide into the man's chest, where he proceeded to shove him to the floor. Namjoon scrambled from his stomach to his back, trying to crab walk backward, and noticed how his ankle felt a sharp pain from how he originally landed. The stranger was menacing, walking closer as Namjoon scrambled back, and Taehyung went off in a blur, only letting out a squeak as he dashed away.

"Think you're going to get away with such rude manners, asshole?" the man sneered, reaching down to tug on Namjoon's collar, making their noses inches apart. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson."

"It was an accident, I-"

"Maybe you can learn a lesson on brushing your teeth, they're the color of butter," a voice declared. Namjoon and the man froze, each peering over to the small figure that stood directly behind him. Your eyes were staring daggers at the man, a cigarette dangling from your lips, your stance and puffed out chest alluding confidence. "I can smell it from here, shithead. Ever heard of toothpaste?"

The man glared back, letting his fingers go limp as Namjoon fell back to the ground. The boy could only blink as the man stood up, walking towards you, towering over you in fact. "Why do you care about this twerp?"

"Why do you?" you countered, plucking the cigarette from between your painted lips to blow smoke in his face. He coughed, waving it away from his face, and you smirked in response. "Hope you get second-hand cancer, dick."

"I ought you punch you right in the throat, missy," he growled. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't."

"Because if you did, I'll stick this cigarette in your arm," you smiled. "and trust me when I say it isn't pleasant."

Namjoon's jaw was agape at how in control you seemed, and though the man was about three times your size, you still seemed defiant and confident. He studied everything from your ruby lips to your leather jacket, black combat shoes and tight jeans that really shouldn't be permitted in school- at least that's what the teachers would say. He was sure he'd see or notice someone like you- but why were you here if you weren't a student?

"You're wasting your time on this punk, why bother? It's too much work, and we've all got classes to get to," you said, dangling the cigarette between your fingers as you leaned on one leg. "Isn't that right, Nams?"

Nams? That was him, wasn't it? But how did you know his name? "Y-Yes," he stammered, his eyes downcast as he finally began lifting himself up- though rather slowly, in case the man would punch him back down.

You nodded up at the man, eyes piercing and locked. "I suggest you carry along. Surely you've got something better to do."

The bully paused for a bit, as though he were thinking over everything for a moment. Finally, he turned around, sparing Namjoon a glance. "You're lucky she's here to stick up for you, otherwise you'd be a pulp by now."

You grinned at that, wiggling your eyebrows at Namjoon in a sign of victory. The man grumbled to himself, shoving his fists into his pockets as he began to stalk off- that is until he spun around and gave Namjoon a firm punch at the side of the head. Shaking his fist and blowing on his knuckles, the man finally started to walk away, not even sparing a glance to the boy as he fell to the ground.

You walked closer to Namjoon, who was muttering curses to himself as he winced, holding the side of his head, which gave an odd throbbing feel already as jolts of pain scattered across his skull.

"Get up," you said, placing the cig back in your mouth. "You're lucky, you know. He spared mercy. Had he truly been angry, he would've aimed at your eye."

"Oh gee, thanks," Namjoon spat. "I just got hit in the head, and that's what you're saying?"

You shrugged, a small smirk tugging at your crimson lips. You offered a hand to him, which he gladly accepted. "Quit being a baby, it's nothing. You're not even bleeding- he really went soft on you. He must be getting a manicure or something tonight, and didn't want to get his pretty hands ruined."

"Ha," Namjoon weakly offered, fixing his bag on his back.

You quirked a single brow, "Wow, you really don't have manners. Aren't you going to thank me?"

Namjoon gave you a blank stare before processing it all. "Oh, right, sorry. I'm out of it because- yeah. Thank you very much, really, I appreciate it. I would've been a goner, he had me off guard from the very beginning."

"Yeah, he's a big drama queen, you should see him when he's drunk at parties. All he does is cry," you laugh. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Namjoon," he offered, nodding to you. "But you already knew that apparently... Er- do you mind if I ask how?"

You shrug, "You're one of the nerds who's always at the top of the list, and you're in most of my classes anyways. Plus I've seen you in that one play I was forced to see where you play some drunk- that was hilarious."

"You go to classes?" Namjoon blurted. He regretted it immediately, not wanting to come off as rude or ungrateful, but it was an honest question. Why couldn't he just ask why she was forced to go to the play? Well, that really wasn't the question that was prodding at the back of his mind, honestly, so that's why.

You let out a laugh, snorting at his question. "Yes, I do, in fact. I just don't attend classes per se, but I am in them."

"How are you still at this school then?" he asked, bewildered.

"My Dad's the dean, so I was forced to attend," you shrug.

"Oh," he nods, slowly comprehending everything. "What do you do then, since you don't go to classes?"

"Travel I suppose," you mention. "New place almost every other week, really. It's fun, trust me. Used to give my folks a heart attack- but now they're used to it. There's really nothing here for me, so it's nice going to random places and such."

"So you just... go whenever you feel like it?"

You raised a brow. "We're adults, aren't we? Who's to stop me?"

Namjoon thought over it carefully for a moment, but considering the fact that in this small town he still lived with his mother and such, he really didn't have the freedom to travel great distances whenever or wherever he wanted. "No one I guess."

"Exactly," you point out.

"Can I ask why you helped me?" Namjoon asked.

"I don't like when people prey on the weak, it's simple," you shrugged. Personally, Namjoon felt slightly offended by the fact you referred to him as 'weak' but chose instead to ignore it. "Besides, you're kinda cute."

Namjoon's eyes widened at that, his cheeks reddening. "O-Oh, thanks, then..."

You smirked, "No problem, Nams."

Namjoon smiled at that, scratching the nape of his neck nervously. He had been called attractive before, but never by people like you. Then, a realization struck him. "Oh fuck! I'm late for class!"

"You're already late, what's the point?" you say, cocking your head to the side, unsurprised. "Why not just skip while you're at it?"

"No, I don't miss these things, I've gotta go-"

"Why not just come with me?" you suggest. "I mean, I like talking to you so far, you're interesting. So let's be blunt and let me take you out for a bit. Nowhere far, though."

Namjoon couldn't believe his ears. He had gone on dates with girls before, and he had asked, but he only now realized no girl ever asked him before. Was this a date? It was so quick, you were so fast paced, what? And skipping class?

"I'm sorry, maybe next time, I promise," Namjoon said, his tone sounding slightly guilty. "I've got some meeting to go to for drama tonight anyways... so..."

Your face fell slightly, but you didn't seem surprised, instead shrugging as you had already done about ten times since you met him. "That's fine. I'll see you next time- then we'll see what we can do together."

"Maybe, I mean I'd definitely like to," Namjoon admits.

"Say, do you go to parties?" you inquire. "Nah, you don't. Well, there's a party at this fraternity this Friday. I'll be there, so why don't you just come find me and we can hang out some time?"

Personally, Namjoon thought it'd be a lot easier to just give you his number to start texting... but something seemed deliberate in what you were planning. He found himself nodding instead, as though a string were making his head bob up and down in agreement, and he wasn't in control. "I'd like that."

"Great!" you beamed, smoke billowing from your mouth. You pop the cigarette out once more, dropping it to the ground and smooshing it beneath your shoe, twisting your toe into it as the ashes ground into the tile.

"Are you allowed to do that?" Namjoon asked.

"Does it look like I give a shit?" you laughed. "Now, go ahead. You're already late to class."

"So, you have no idea about the interaction after you left?" Jin questioned, quirking a brow at the young boy.

Taehyung shook his head, "No. Well, when I ran a girl stopped me and asked why I was running, and I said that someone was about to hit my friend Namjoon. She simply scuttled away after I said that piece."

The officer found this piece rather enticing, and a digging feeling in the back of his head encouraged him to prod at the subject some more. "This girl, can you tell me about her?"

Taehyung's brows jumped in surprise, clearly shocked that Jin would jump off topic. "Well, she was the other girl who was absent, as I mentioned before. She always skips classes, sir, and it's common that she's out of town. She runs away a lot, but it's no big deal, she always returns."

"Tell me more," the officer leaned forward. This could go someplace, Jin just knew it.

"Her name's Y/N. From what I know she smokes, rides a motorcycle, and goes to parties. She's considered no good." Taehyung gulped, "In short, she's trash."

Jin quirked a brow. "Trash? What, is she poor?"

"No, she just chooses to sleep around and do drugs and such. It was her own choice- and she's not poor from what I know," Taehyung shrugs.

"Did your friend know her before this encounter?"

"No," Taehyung shook his head. "I only knew of her, but I never actually talked to her."

"Have you had any interactions with her since? When's the last time you saw this girl?" The officer narrowed his eyes, prodding. "When was the last time your friend saw her, might I ask?"

"Sir, I don't understand. What does she have to do with Namjoon-hyung? Shouldn't we focus on him?" Tae frowned.

Jin's brows scrunched together. "Don't question me, kid. I know what I'm doing, and this could mean the difference between life and death for your friend. Lord knows when a smart boy sees something he wants, he's bound to try and get it. The thing is, the smart ones never really get what they want in the end- they just learn from it."

"What?" Taehyung blurted out, bug eyed.

"I see why your friend was the smart one," Jin sighed. "Now, tell me, when's the last time your friend saw her? And you too."

"Well, hyung told me about the last time and updated me- it was probably a day or two after the hallway incident," Taehyung murmured, racking his brain. "It's... rather sickening, really."

Jin scrawled down some notes, the ink flowing from the tip of his pen, and he felt as though they had a lead.

"Can't we just stay at your place and watch video games or something?" Taehyung groaned. "Tech night really wore me out man, all that building and everything- and the play isn't for another three months! We're on set this year and you already know how much drilling tires me out."

"You get tired from holding the damn thing up- you'd be equally as 'tired' from holding up a game controller," Namjoon pointed out, rolling his eyes as his hand wrapped around the knob of the door. One twist of his wrist and he'd unlock the world theater kids and nerds alike usually didn't have time for- or at least, were perceived to be too busy for. Though, truthfully, Namjoon was always very busy.

Taehyung pouted. "You never go to parties. I never go to parties! What's the deal?"

Namjoon's mouth went dry, his lips parted as he tried to think of an answer. "I just... want to do something new."

Taehyung snorted, "Since when were you the spontaneous type?"

"Since now, dickhead. Now, get in already- you're in college, act like it," Namjoon grumbled at the younger boy, finally opening the door to see a boy with a horse mask sliding down the rails of a staircase, shooting off the end to land at their feet.

"Oh, great, something new! Be like everyone else in college, great idea!" Taehyung snorted. "I'm heading to the kitchen to steal someone's food, and call me when we can leave. You're my ride, remember?"

"Yeah yeah," Namjoon said, waving his hand dismissively, his eyes roaming among the mix of either casual tropes or utter chaos. He was already familiar with this sort of thing- unbeknownst to Taehyung, he had visited one or two parties, he wasn't a virgin, and he did drink. Well, the parties were too crowded and noisy for his taste, and he lost his virginity to a high school girlfriend, and the only drink he ever had was when his mom let him taste her wine on occasion. But it was ahead of Tae, that was for sure.

His eyes scanned girl after girl, not bothering to roam across their popped out breasts or the skirts shorter than his own boxers. He was looking for you. Oddly enough, since that one conversation with you, he could think of nothing else. You were always on his mind, and nothing else consumed him other than thoughts of you. Those few days between the last encounter ate him up, and he was anxiously waiting to be in your presence once again. It was as though simply being around you sated him, like a drug. And now he needed to be near you to calm his cravings for the time being. He'd be satisfied by simply standing next to you for five minutes.

You weren't anywhere here, and he found himself rudely shoving past people. He didn't know them- they weren't in his classes or drama club from what he could tell. They weren't really anything. They were just in the way to you, it seemed. They were blocking the view, and he couldn't find you.

Well, he couldn't find you until he finally wandered into one of the living rooms. Smoke was everywhere, and it reeked of weed and alcohol. Namjoon coughed hoarsely, waving the smoke away from his nose. He never smoked weed, and he didn't have plans to do so. It was so thick, it seemed as though someone slipped a grayish filter over the room. Why'd you invite him to this party if you weren't going to tell him where you were? What if you weren't here at all? What if it was some sort of sick joke- to get a drama nerd's hopes up. He couldn't focus on his pessimistic thoughts, though. The weed helped with that.Gross.

Over the R&B music, he strained to hear. He heard mutters, about a dozen different conversations, and he was about to leave the room to continue his search when he heard a rather distinct snicker. He turned, walking closer to a couch.

There were three guys. One was wearing a beanie, and another was wearing a baseball cap. The third wasn't wearing any artifact on his head at all. They were all surrounding a figure on a couch, their hushed whispers and giggles very contradictory to the rest of the scene, though perhaps that's what kept any eyes from being drawn to them in the first place.

"I can't believe you actually did it," the hat-boy says in a hushed whisper. The boy without a beanie smirked, his fingers grazing over the arm of the woman on the couch- at least Namjoon thought it was a woman, it was hard to tell in the dark.

"I told you it'd work, she didn't even notice," he snickered. Namjoon stepped a bit closer, out of view from the boys as he sidestepped towards a girl with a lot of piercings, busy lighting a blunt. "Took a swig right as I was chatting her up."

Namjoon squinted his eyes. It was a woman dressed in a tight tank top and leggings, half passed out on the couch. Her hair was a mess- as was her makeup. Namjoon had a sinking feeling he knew who it was, but he couldn't be sure unless he got closer. He stepped more towards the side, trying to get a clearer view of the girl's face.

"So what now?" the third boy asked.

Beanie boy grinned, "I think we all know exactly what." Namjoon watched as his hand slithered further up the girl's arm, fingers hooking into the straps of both her bra and tank top, tugging both so far down until a single breast was revealed. He didn't hesitate, his hand landing on the flesh to give it a soft rough squeeze, rolling the nipple in his palm as he molded the flesh in his hand.

Hat-boy's eyes widened. "Dude, you're doing it right here? In front of everyone?"

Beanie-boy scoffed. "No one's paying attention, relax. And if we do have some fun we'll just take her upstairs- no one will notice."

The third boy swatted hat-boy, "Are you really going to miss the chance to feel up Y/N?"

Beanie-boy grinned maliciously. "We'll be doing a lot more than that, I assure you."

Namjoon's face paled, watching as hat-boy's fingers hesitantly went to your soft mound, replacing the other boy's hand as he tweaked the soft bud, playing and toying with it. You groaned in your half-awake state, shifting on the couch. The third boy took your wrists, pinning them above your head and near his crotch, trying to subtly rub your fingers against his growing erection. Beanie-boy was already dipping his hand down your leggings, his hand shifting and moving beneath the fabric.

He couldn't help but think about how your skin felt beneath the soft pads of their fingertips. Probably soft and plush, molding between the guy's fingers as the flesh rolled in his palm, perky buds hardening and pressing into his hand. Namjoon shook the thoughts from his head, disgusted with the fact he was thinking so perversely at such a wrong time. He was disgusted with himself.

Namjoon felt sick, his stomach churning and mind spinning. He felt so queasy, witnessing you getting assaulted, your half-lidded eyes peering as much as you could at your assaulters. Your wrists wriggled in the third boy's grasp, who now had them clasped with one hand, moving your fingers against the fabric of his jeans as he held his phone in front of your face. You winced, the bright light causing you to squint your eyes and let out a low groan as he took a picture of your wrecked self.

No one was watching. No one was paying attention. They were all too high to notice- to care! Namjoon had a lump in his throat. He wanted to do something. He needed to do something. But what could he do? He was just a nerd- and these were three guys who were fixing to drag you out of that door any second now and perform how ever many obscene and grotesque acts they could think of.

But you saved him. And he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he couldn't save you in your time of need. He just needed to think like a character. He was simply playing a role of someone far braver and far stronger than he could be. In this moment he shouldn't be Kim Namjoon- he should be anyone but.

But this wasn't a stage. There was no blinding light aimed at him, no other person glaring at him to make his cue. This was a disgusting frat part where a girl was being assaulted. But if he could simply close his eyes, imagine the scene where he morphed into someone he knew he could never be, then perhaps he could pull off this character as well.

And this character certainly wasn't going to stand around.

He took a deep breath, curling his fist into a ball, and stepped out from behind the piercing-girl to stomp towards the guys, not even thinking before he rammed his fist as fast as he could into the guy wearing a beanie. Pain jolted across his fist, and he wanted to let out a hiss of pain. Instead, he simply kept his poker face, whining internally about how much he wanted to gnaw on his knuckles and hop up and down, screaming. He barely had time to comprehend exactly what happened until he glanced up at the boy, still slightly staggering back, cursing loudly as he held onto his jaw. Yikes.

"What the fuck, you prick!" the third boy yelled, lunging back. Namjoon didn't have time- it was three against one. There was no way he'd be able to defeat all of them. So instead he quickly scooped you up, running as quickly as he could as he pushed people aside, making half of them sputter and cough on the smoke they were inhaling.

Namjoon's heart was still racing by the time he buckled you into the passenger side of the car, your breast still hanging out, and your head lolled to the side. It took forever to get you here, since you were staggering and tripping over everything, a complete stumbling mess as Namjoon clutched tightly onto your waist. You were blinking slowly, though still very drugged out. You were staring at him now, narrowing your eyes as though trying to make out the details.

Namjoon's heart was hammering in his chest, his breathing deep and quick as he slammed his fists against the steering wheel, the knuckles on his right hand marked with blood. He hissed through his teeth. Fuck. He actually did it. A little theater nerd fucking punched a rapist.

Taehyung.

Ah shit, he forgot about the kid.

Fishing his phone from his pocket, he quickly scrolled through Recents and called Taehyung, where it rang twice before Tae answered. "Hello?" the deep voice murmured. "Ready to go so soon? Finally."

Namjoon's hand slid over his face in exasperation. "Hey Tae, look... something came up. I don't think I can drive you home today."

"What the fuck?!"

"Let me explain!" Namjoon exclaimed before Taehyung could curse more. "Y/N was being assaulted, I have to take her home or something. It's an emergency."

"Y/N? As in Y/N Y/N?" Taehyung gasped. "The motorcycle chick? The hell, why would she be getting assaulted? I'd think she'd be too smart or tough to let that happen."

"She was drugged," Nams explained. He glanced over at you, your eyes fluttering slightly to stare up at him, though your gaze was hazy and unfocused. "Look, I've gotta go, she seems to be waking up. Can you find another way home?"

Taehyung let out a deep sigh. "Alright, alright, I'll find a way. This is shitty, but you owe me one. I'm not going to act like a dick towards some girl who almost got raped."

"Thanks, kid," Namjoon smiled, letting out a breath of relief. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"You better." With that, Taehyung hung up. Namjoon slid the phone back into his pocket, glancing over at you.

"Y/N?" he questioned, waving a hand across your face. "Hey, you there?"

"Nams?" you grumbled. "Holy shit, I'm probably still drunk."

"Probably," Namjoon chuckled nervously. "How do you feel?"

"Drunk," you murmur. Your words were slurred together, slow and incoherent, and Namjoon strained to catch your words. "And drowsy."

"Figured," Namjoon nodded. "Look, I'm gonna take you home, so just give me your address and I'll drive you there. I'll explain everything in the morning, ok?"

You gave him a blank stare, which slowly morphed into a smile. "We're going home together, eh?" you snicker. "I move faster than I thought drunk."

"What do you mean-" Namjoon's sentence was cut off when you leaned in, grabbing the collar of his shirt to slam his lips against yours. Your chapped lips were moving against yours, and he could taste the smooth gloss. Cherry. It was faint though because you definitely tasted like beer, and no offense to you or anything, but it definitely tasted like ass. He made a mental note never to try beer, since all he ever had was white wine. Still, his mind seemed to blur at how your lips moved against his. His eyes were shut, and he found himself leaning in closer to your sloppy kiss, letting your tongue slip in his cavern as he melted into the sensual act.

You pulled back, a mischevious and drunken grin spread across your face. "Taking advantage of a drunk girl, huh?" you snickered. "Didn't peg you as the type."

Namjoon's eyes went wide, "What? No! I swear that wasn't my intention-"

"Shh," you murmur, knocking your knuckles against his bicep. "Relax, I want you anyway."

This didn't make sense to him. You were just drugged, but you're functioning way better than he expected you to. You just seemed drunk- not drugged. And you seemed to accuse him of trying to take advantage of your state- and you wanted him anyway? He knew girls were confusing, but not this confusing.

You plastered the smug smirk on your face as you looked at his baffled expression. "Did you like kissing me, Nams?"

"I-I," he gulped, "We should get you home."

He turns to grab his keys, but you stop him, your hand limp over his wrist. "No, answer the question first."

"Yes, I liked it," Namjoon huffs. "Now c'mon, tell me the address and let's get you home."

You smiled victoriously, slumping back in your seat, letting your hand slip off of his. Your eyes glaze over the car's interior. "You've got a nice car," you murmur. "Better than my bike, that's for sure."

"Oh shit, you used that to drive here didn't you?" Namjoon slapped his palm against his forehead. "We can go get it, if you want. I don't know how we'll transport it, but-"

"Relax, I got a ride from Kyle," you chuckled. You pointed to the top of your head, "He's got a maroon beanie and striped shirt- he may be wondering where I am-"

"That's the guy who just tried to rape you!" Namjoon hissed. "I punched him in the face!"

"You did?" you look at him in disbelief. "Good for you then."

"Are you not going to address the fact he and two others were trying to drug and take advantage of you."

"Thanks for ruining the fun, I didn't know there were two others," you mumble.

Namjoon guffaws. "What? You want to get raped?"

"I wasn't drugged, I was just drunk. And a little high, maybe. Besides, I've been waiting for something like that to happen since Freshmen year. Kyle wasn't discrete when he slipped in the drugs, but I played along. I'm wasted."

"You're insane," Namjoon shakes his head, not believing a word.

"Maybe," you slur, laughing as you poke a tree-shaped air freshener that was hanging from the tiny mirror, watching it swing and spin. "I'm weird. I'm not normal. I've accepted it. You like me anyway though, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I see it even now, Nams. You've got that puppy doll look like you want to protect me, like I'm a fragile little doll," you snicker. "You want me, I know you do. You want me too."

Namjoon's cheeks blushed furiously red. "You're not in the right mind, Y/N. You're spitting out gibberish."

"Am I?" You turn to him, your glazed expression blank as your hand goes to his crotch, rubbing slowly in circles. "Then how come you're getting a boner? If it was because of someone else, you'd be with them right now. We both know it."

Namjoon shuddered, moving your hand. "You're drunk."

"You didn't care when you kissed me."

"You kissed me."

"You didn't pull away though," you pointed out. "Nams, why are you denying it. I like you too already, why do we have to pretend to be oblivious?"

"I hardly know you, and this is going way too fast for me to comprehend," Namjoon stammers. "I have to think. You and I barely know each other- we haven't known each other for long. We're already polar opposites."

"Just answer this simply," you huffed. "Are you attracted to me? Have you been unable to get me out of your mind recently?"

Namjoon was hesitant, thinking it over. "Yes."

"Then there you go," you shrug. "Feelings are feelings- time doesn't give a shit. That's why they form in seconds and fade in years. We don't live long so let's not waste our time when we could simply spend it enjoying ourselves and each other."

"You... that's unexpectantly wise," Namjoon murmured.

"Ugh, I'm turning into a philosophical drunk," you rolled your eyes. "Alright, I live in one of the dorms- you know that girl Stacie? Yeah, where she is- can't remember the number right now, I'm about to fall asleep. You know the place?"

"Yeah, I know," Namjoon nodded.

"Yeah. I'm in the same building. I'll direct you from there," you yawned. "I need to sleep."

"Yeah," Namjoon nodded. "Get some rest, it's been a long night." He scooped up his keys jamming them quickly to start the engine.

"You've got a nice car," you mumble again, drifting off. "Maybe one day we'll drive off in it... into the sunset... like Grease."

Namjoon couldn't ask you to elaborate on that, because within a second, you were out like a light.

"So you have no clue what happened afterward?" the officer glanced up to the college student.

"No sir," Tae shook his head. "I found my ride home when I called someone else in drama. But I have no clue what happened after he dropped her off at her place."

Jin felt as though the clues had somewhat been tied together as to what happened to Nams or where he was. He slipped his pen into the clipboard and rose from his chair, stretching out his arm to shake hands with the younger. "Well, that's all the information I need from you right now. Thank you very much for assisting the police force. Hopefully, everything will be back to normal soon."

"No problem, officer," Taehyung muttered. He let out a sigh of relief, as though he had been holding his breath in ever since Jin stepped into the door. "I hope you find him soon."

"So do I," Officer Seokjin nodded, making his way out of the apartment. He couldn't help but wonder, even if he had some sort of clue as to what could've, what exactly happened after Namjoon dropped you off.

Namjoon fell asleep leaning against the night stand, his jaw agape as he snored on. It wasn't until he felt a nudge on his shoulder that he woke up, looking up to you. Light poured into the window, feeling warm enough to the touch that Namjoon knew it had to be late morning or the middle of the day. Staring up at you, he noticed the glass of water in your hand and a rather tired look in your eye. Bags hung beneath your eyes, and your hair was a frizzy mess at this point. You looked like more of a mess than Namjoon remembered, but he was ok with that.

"So," you say, "my knight in shining armor. Saved me from getting violated, huh?"

"Surprised you even remember. You were so drunk, stumbling and slurring your words. And I'm pretty sure you were drugged," Namjoon recalled, craning his neck forward to scratch the back of his head. His back ached, and he arched it as he sat up. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, I've had worse hangovers. I wasn't blackout drunk," you said. "You didn't have to save me, though. But I'll thank you anyway. I was so tired and beat, a combination of high and drunk, I couldn't move much at the point Kyle started trying to get me to the couch. But even if you didn't show up, I would've been fine. I'm slightly disappointed you stepped in anyway."

Namjoon had a bewildered expression on his face. "What do you mean by that? And let you get violated? Or worse, raped?"

You smirked slightly, "Well, Nams, considering the fact you saved me last night, I suppose I have to trust you, even with my darkest fantasies and secrets. Think you can handle them? Because you can't say a word."

"I was just repaying the favor," Namjoon admits. "Well, and doing the right thing."

"So noble," you roll your eyes, but your smile grows. "Namjoon, do you know what kinks are?"

"I wasn't born yesterday."

"Ooh, getting sassy. Like how you were with Kyle," you winked. "Didn't think you had it in ya, drama nerd. But you don't fail to survive me. Well, truth is, Nams, I have one in particular."

"What, like BDSM?" Namjoon's brows scrunched together. What did this have to do with anything? He was baffled.

"Worse," you admit, grinning from ear to ear. "Maybe it's because I'm hungover- I tend to act regrettable when I'm hungover. But I think I'll enjoy telling you this. I've never told anyone before. But I have some sort of rape fantasy."

Namjoon's face paled slightly as he slowly comprehended what you were saying. "Oh..." he coughed, bringing his fist to his face.

You snickered. "Wow, you look like I just told you I killed a puppy."

"So... so you like getting raped and stuff?" Namjoon asked nervously, a bit uncomfortable.

"What? No, no, not at all. I've... I've never been raped, in all honesty, nor do I plan to be. I've been violated before, sure, but I always stopped it before it got anywhere," you admitted. "But I've always been curious and rather intrigued- who am I kidding, turned on by the idea I suppose. But I'm not actively looking for someone to just- ok, you know what rape play is?"

"No," Namjoon shook his head. Jeez, he barely comprehended what BDSM was.

You sigh. "Basically, the two parties involved have an established safe word and signal, but you have consensual nonconsent. So no matter how many times one party says 'no' or 'stop', you know they don't actually mean it. But if they give the signal or safe word, you know you should actually stop. Rapeplay more or less uses that to where the person acts out violating the other and having sex with them, but everything is actually under control."

Namjoon blinked. "And you do this often?"

"Only a few times," you admitted. Your cheeks didn't taint pink, and you didn't seem ashamed. Instead, you gulped down more water, ( Namjoon assumed you already had some medicine for the headache) and stared him in the eye. "And it was the best sex I've had in my life."

"Oh, that's nice to know," Namjoon coughed. "I... thanks for the info?"

You laughed. "Nams, calm down. It's uncomfortable to talk about, sure, but I wanted you to understand what my thoughts were on last night."

"So you wanted to get raped by them?" Namjoon asked you.

"No. If I'm going to do rapeplay, I'd do it with someone I trust, not with sleazebags. But I guess part of me was secretly craving for the sensation I get when it does happen," you shrug. "Namjoon, I'm guessing you've never tried it. Wait, are you a virgin?"

"I'm not," Namjoon said immediately.

"Don't get defensive," you snickered. "Just wondering. Well, would you be able to get into kinks like that if your partner wanted it?"

"I mean... I don't know, I've only had sex with one person, and it wasn't all that kinky," Namjoon shrugged. "But I guess if they needed it to feel fulfilled or satisfied I'd do it. As long as everyone's safe."

You hum, tapping your finger against the glass. "Good to know. Good to know."

Namjoon looks down, "So are you alright now and everything? I'm... surprised you're telling me all this."

"Look, you saved my life. Or my non-existent virginity," you winked. "I trust you with anything now. Otherwise, I'd probably be passed out behind some dumpster with various trash shoved up places they shouldn't be. Sure, Kyle didn't actually drug me since I made sure not to drink whatever pill he popped in- but I was so majorly drunk he really didn't need to. In that state, I would either be agreeing to anything or helpless- and end up with perhaps seven different STD's." You laugh at that last part.

Namjoon smiled meekly too. God, what was it about you? You seemed so easy going about this, so nonchalant after something that would be traumatizing. Yet here you were joking about it, with a hangover no less. Somehow it made Namjoon's thoughts only more enveloped with ideas of you.

"I'm surprised you're so chill about it I guess," Namjoon said. "But I never really knew much about you other than you smoked and run away often."

"Yeah, another heist after the next until they finally give me the liberty to leave this dump," you chuckle. "I'm leaving soon, actually."

Namjoon cocks his head to the side. "You are?"

"Yeah," you nod. "A friend of mine is letting me borrow his car instead of just letting me leave on my motorcycle, so that'll be sweet. Nothing like a good ol' road trip, am I right? Course, I'll need some cash or something for the ride- to get more cash, of course."

"Where are you heading?" Namjoon murmured.

"City several miles south of here," you grin. "It's big, far from here, and I've got connections. It's perfect for now honestly, and I've got some business to attend to. Besides, it's fun."

"When do you think you'll be back?" Namjoon asked.

"Dunno. Maybe a week after? Or a month? However long I feel like it I suppose," you shrug. "You know, you're more than welcome to tag along."

His eyes widened, and he stared up at you in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"

"Not at all," you shook your head. "I said you've got my trust. Besides, I could use the company for the trip. Haven't you always wanted to go on an adventure or something?"

"I... I don't know," Namjoon sheepishly admitted. He'd miss a lot of tech nights or rehearsals. And his mom would be pissed. Not that he wanted you to know he was worried about either of those facts. "I'll think about it."

You smiled. "Great. I leave in three days at 9 PM- have to get an early start you know. Meet me in front of my dorm building if you're in. If you aren't there, I'll get it. No hard feelings. It's up to you."

Namjoon's smile was wavering, and his heart thundered quietly in his chest with excitement. "I... thanks. We'll see."

Eventually, the chatter reached a minimum, and Namjoon had to head home. His mother was probably waiting for him, but as he headed out of the door, with your hand on the knob, you stopped him.

"Nams, one more thing before you leave," you mention. He looks back, wondering what you could have to say, but as it turns out, speaking wasn't on your mind. Instead, you brought him into a kiss, your hand on his cheek as you pulled him in, and your eyes shut. The kiss was sweet and innocent, no violent tongue jabbing or sloppy movements. It was careful and soft, and you didn't taste like weed or an ashtray or booze. But it was over before he knew it, and he was face to face with your grinning self. "Just wanted to say you were a good kisser," you winked. And with that, you shut the door.

Namjoon had a wad of dollar bills shoved into the pocket of his jacket, along with a backpack filled with snacks and spare clothes. He was going off the grid. He couldn't believe he was actually doing it. He could not believe. But after what happened with you from the very beginning, he couldn't stop from thinking of your pretty face or your daring charms. You were everything he wanted to be, the character actors yearned to play. And perhaps through time with you, Namjoon could be one as well.

He wasn't interesting, he felt as though he wasn't. He felt as though he were boring simply playing minor characters and working backstage. Living with his mother as a grown adult and had only one actual friend. He focused on grades and theater and practically nothing else nowadays. Hell, he was deserving of an adventure. He was deserving of being interesting.

So he snuck out of his house with a few supplies last minute and a wad full of cash, telling his mother he was studying with Taehyung. Instead of books, his backpack was crammed with food and clothes, and he was running as fast as he could to you. You lived close by since his mother's house was close to the school. And though Namjoon was relatively in shape, he still had the wind knocked out of him as he got to you.

When he saw you, it was already 8:56 PM, and you were slamming down the trunk of the car, a rather beat up one with worn blue paint and a characteristic that showed how perfect it was for you. You were wearing a denim jacket and torn jeans, a black crop top exposing your stomach. You glanced over to Namjoon, who was breathing heavily as he looked to you, his bag clutched tightly in one fist, and a look of both determination and devotion in his eyes.

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GORILLAZ: Prison Break. Feat. Tomago Nazumi, Dakota Roy, Vito Rodriguez.

Interviewer: So, Nazumi, can you tell us how you three met? And what started this friendship between you all? Nazumi: I don’t know, can I? Ha! Kidding. Um, I actually met these two in prison, the main reason why I was in prison was because I had been caught vandalizing property, a Louisville Slugger right into the headlights and windshield of some rich twat’s car. Don’t regret it at all... The guy deserved it for thinking he’s better than those who are lesser than him. But, I was taken to prison, for like, a few days before being bailed out by Papa Murdoc, and... While I was there, Dakota was in the cell on the left and Vito on the right. Vito: It wasn’t like a regular prison where the guys are separated from the girls, they just threw us in there, y’know? Nazumi: Yeah, and Dakota asks, leaning his big head out of his cell-- Dakota: Piss off, Naz. Nazumi: Anyway, he asks me; what are you in for? And I lean my head out and say; a good time. Vito: And I think it was right then and there that me and Kota knew that we were gonna be homies. We hung around when we were let out to do our thing in the cafe, even though we chatted a lot through our cells. Dakota: Thing is, me and Vito were in that prison until our gang bailed us out, which we knew would take a while, and, thank god for this, Naz has a rich ass bassist to bail her out. But we saw her more and more after that, and they put her in the same damn cell every time, which was always somethin’ me and Vito were lookin’ forward to when we heard that she was comin’ back from one of the guards. She was a blast to have around, y’know?

Interviewer: How did you all get out, then? Nazumi: I hatched an evil scheme, now, this is when I asked myself; what would pops do? Which is something I usually avoid asking myself, because... You know. He’s Murdoc Niccals. You don’t usually want to be like that type of person, but... I did. I had to, I mean... My pops is a genius, after all. So, I thought of what my pops would have done in this situation, then I thought something I never thought about in my life; break my boys out of prison. Vito: And Dios mío, was her plan sheer genius. Dakota: We can’t share details about the escape in fear that it might help worse criminals escape, and our plan worked overnight, holmes! Think about how many dangerous criminals could escape and cause more damage! We’re just teens lookin’ for fun, man. Nazumi: The day Murdoc came to bail me out, their ways out were ready and all they had to do was wait until I was out, and once I got in the car with Muds; I told him to wait a second, and the look on his face when Dakota and Vito entered the car with us; priceless. I have no idea whether it was a look of shock, pride, or anger. But I knew that he was telling me that I’m going to go far.

Interviewer: Dakota, do you mind telling us what you were doing in jail? Dakota: I was in for sellin’ marijuana and packin’ a hand gun on me, Vito was supposed to split and tell the gang, but he purposely gave himself up just because he didn’t want me in here alone, I owe you for that, holmes. Vito: Lord knows his parents wouldn’t give a damn if they found out he was in prison, not his father at least. Dakota: My mami is ill, my papi doesn’t give two shits about her. My mami, she is the best person in the world, she can make mean Mexican food, lemme tell you. Vito: I should know, I basically lived at his house for a while, the food she made was just... Amazin’. Dakota: I love my mami, more than anythin’ in my life. That’s the truth.

Interviewer: What happened after you three got out of prison? What did the future have for this amazing trio? Nazumi: After we all got out, Dakota and Vito started coming over a lot, they still do, we hang out in my room all day, smoke cigs, sing songs, laze around. We don’t do much, but on good nights; we go to clubs and get hammered as all hell. I usually have to look after these two because they become complete idiots when they’re drunk, so I stay as sober as I can so I can just walk these two home or back to my place with the band. Muds hates it when I bring them back half alive and loud as hell, but Russel loves it, I think it’s because he knows that I care a lot for these guys. Vito: He’s a big dude, man. Like King Kong or The Thing from The Fantastic Four! Dakota: I think he thought I was eyein’ Naz in the wrong way, and then he just gave me this death glare... I’ve never been more scared in my goddamn life, he’s scary, holmes. Nazumi: Russ’ got a big heart, he isn’t anything more than a big pushover. He likes having them around, says that it lets me experience other human interaction besides him and the rest of the band. I don’t have much friends, so I’m glad I stumbled upon these two in prison.

Interviewer: What are your relationship statuses? Nazumi: Well, I’m pretty close with Dakota, if anything. Vito and I are pretty tight, but Dakota and I talk more, honestly. Vito: Sometimes I wonder if it’s just talkin’ that goes on with you guys. Nazumi: Vito, please. Vito: What?! I’ve seen you two all close and shit! Closer than close in fact! Nazumi: Vito, baby, I’ll punch you in the throat. Dakota: So you’re denyin’ what happened between us? Nazumi: No, I’m not. Dakota: Yes you are. Nazumi: No I’m not. Dakota: Yes you are. Nazumi: No I’m not. Dakota: Yes you are. Nazumi: No I’m not. Dakota: ...Yes you are. Nazumi: SHUT UP.

Interviewer: Do Dakota and Vito help the band out with finding new music to make? Dakota: I provided a few verses for them, y’know, my own rhymes and all. Russ likes my talent I have for rhyming, I ain’t half as good as Naz, but I ain’t deep with my lyrics, mainly just me talkin’ shit and all that. I wanna become a rapper, and they say they start off young, so I’m tryin’ to start as soon as I can, hopefully help my mami get better. Vito: I’ve recorded a couple of takes on his rap, and I have to say, we even got 2-D and Noodle noddin’ their heads! Nazumi: I swear, they take after me.

Nazumi: Alright, we gotta wrap this up, thank you for this interview. I never usually like interviews, but this one just felt right. Interview: I hope to do more interviews with you three in the future! Dakota: Yeah, see you next prison break. Nazumi: Like hell you two are going back there.

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aniallstory-blog · 7 years ago

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Chapter Eighteen

After the emotional part of the day was done, it was time to celebrate. We all went back to my house, buzzing from the success of the day and started the party while we got ready. Around nine pm, we were picked up by yet another limousine and headed out on the town to meet up with my other bridesmaids. Charlotte and Gemma assured me that it would be a good night, but would't tell me where we were going so when we pulled up outside Rumpus Room, one of the busiest rooftop bars in London, I was shocked.

“Are we actually gonna try to get in there?” I asked as we stepped out on to the sidewalk. “It's guestlist only, there's no way we'll get in at this time.”

“We will if we're on the guestlist,” Gemma smiled at me, linking her arm through mine.

“Are we?” I asked her, my voice full of skepticism. “How'd we manage that?”

I suddenly felt an arm around my shoulder and someone standing on the side of me opposite to Gemma.

“Bein' related to Harry Styles does, on occasion, have some perks.”

I smiled at the familiar voice and looked up to see Harry looking down at me.

“Wow, I really am being spoiled today!”

“'Course ya are,” Harry grinned. “Only get one bachelorette party!”

Harry slid his arm off of my shoulder and led the group towards the door.

My other bridesmaids were apparently already inside and ready to start the party as they greeted us with a tray full of shots. Charlotte, Gemma and I reached for them eagerly, but Harry quickly disappeared to buy something a tad less strong for himself, his mother and Maura. We settled into a nice booth in the corner of the room with a great view of the city and I looked around at my little posse, my heart filling with love.

“Can I just take a moment to thank you all for being here?” I asked, interrupting the various conversations my friends and family had fallen into. “I know weddings are a hassle and I know this one has been particularly rushed, but I appreciate each and every one of you for supporting Niall and I. I hope I haven't been too much of a picky bridezilla, especially while I was picking out my dress today.”

“Oh my god!” My bridesmaid, Abby squealed. “Did you find one?!”

I couldn't even hide the massive grin that burst onto my face.

“I did!” I told them as I pulled out my phone to find the picture Gemma had sent me. “It's this one right here.”

I held out the phone so the three bridesmaids who weren't there and Harry could see what I looked like. The girls all cooed and showered me with praise while Harry looked a tad teary.

“Ya look amazin', AJ,” He said quietly. “Niall's gonna lose it when he sees you.”

“That's what I said,” Maura smiled as she sipped her gin and tonic.

“Do you think he'll cry?” Sarah asked, handing me back my phone.

“I don't think so,” I said scrunching up my nose. “I think he'll think I look beautiful and he'll be happy, but I don't think seeing me in a pretty dress will be enough to make him cry. Maybe once he realizes he'll have to spend the rest of his life with me the tears will start.”

Everyone chuckled at my self-deprecating joke and Anne swatted my arm as she shook her head.

“He's a lucky man for getting to spend his life with you,” She insisted. “And your dress was enough to make us all cry today so I wouldn't underestimate the power of a beautiful bride!”

Maura nodded in agreement.

“If I know my son like I think I do, there'll be a few tears on the day,” She warned me. “He's a typical Irish lad who doesn't like to get too emotional unnecessarily, but he's been known to shed a tear over much less than something like this. He won't be able to help himself when he sees you.”

I blushed and took a gulp of my drink, never one to take a compliment well. Luckily Gemma swooped in before I had to comment.

“I think we'll all be sobbing through the whole ceremony,” She smiled. “We're an emotional bunch. Hopefully Lou has some very waterproof makeup for us all!”

“Lou's doin' yer makeup?”

I nodded in response to Harry's question.

“Yeah, I asked her the other day,” I informed him. “I asked Lux if she wanted to be the flowergirl too, she was over the moon.”

“I bet she was,” He smiled fondly. “I know you're trying to keep the wedding small, but I was wonderin' if m'allowed t'bring a plus one?”

Suddenly all the eyes at the table landed on Harry and he shifted nervously under our collective gaze.

“Of course you are,” I said, my voice laced with suspicion. “As long as it's not a Kardashian or any of their relatives. We're going to have enough trouble keeping the paparazzi away as it is.”

“S'not, I swear,” Harry chuckled, shaking his head.

He offered no more information as we all stared him down.

“So who is she?” Gemma blurted out after a tense moment of silence. “I didn't know you were seeing anyone.”

Anne nodded in agreement, looking quite shocked that she hadn't been informed. I was surprised too as usually Harry told his mum everything which usually meant I knew far earlier than I was supposed to as she told my dad and he told me. Word travelled fast in our family, secrets like this were hard to come by.

“Her name's Isabel,” Harry said quietly, a proud little smile on his face. “She's french and we're not really 'seeing each other' yet, we're just talkin', but m'going to see her tomorrow after the premiere to talk about things.”

“Awe, I'm happy for you, Haz,” I smiled. “Of course she can come to the wedding!”

“Might not get that far, but figured I'd ask jus' in case.”

“Show me a picture,” Gemma demanded, still looking shocked that this was the first he'd mentioned her. “How'd you meet her?”

“On the set of Dunkirk,” He explained as he fished his phone out to pull up a picture. He scrolled through for a minute before his eyes lit up and he passed the phone to Gemma. I peeked over her shoulder and my jaw dropped.

“Harry, she's gorgeous!”

“N'smart too!” He beamed proudly. “She's a historian, was helpin' out with makin' sure the film was accurate, s'how we met.”

“Well she's the prettiest historian I've ever seen,” Gemma smiled. “Does she model too?”

“Nope, has no interest in that stuff,” Harry informed us. “Doesn't even think she's that beautiful, no matter how many times I tell her.”

We passed the phone around so Anne, Maura and all my friends could see and everyone's reaction was the same as mine.

“Well I hope it works out for you, Harry,” Charlotte said as she passed his phone back. “She seems lovely from what you've said.”

“She is,” Harry agreed. “And I can trust that none of this information leaves this table, yeah? S'still new and m'worried about the fans. They always tear my girls apart and I don't want that for her, 'specially not when we're not even together yet.”

“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes as I finished my drink off. “These girls are experts at keeping top secret One Direction love life details to themselves. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Just makin' sure!” Harry protested, holding his hands up in defense. “Now, let's get this party started, shall we? Looks like there's a few people who need another drink.”

Almost two hours later, it was safe to say that I was drunk. Apparently being the guest of honour meant that I had to constantly have a drink in my hand and was scolded if it didn't disappear fast enough. And that was how I found myself on the dance floor, dancing badly and shouting along the words to some cheesy pop song. Just as my current jam ended, I felt myself being pulled away from my bridesmaids. Looking to see who was holding my hand, I saw Harry's familiar face.

“M'gonna take these lovely ladies home now, yeah?” He told me once we were away from the noise of the DJ and next to Maura and Anne. “They're tired and I've got an early flight.”

I pouted dramatically and shook my head.

“Nooo,” I whined, holding onto Harry as I felt myself sway slightly. “You can't go yet, the party's jus' gettin' started.”

Harry chuckled as the older women smiled at me in amusement.

“Have to, love,” He insisted. “But Gemma's goin' to take good care of ya, gave her money for your cab home and everything.”

I sighed dramatically, but nodded my head.

“Alriiiiiight,” I said, dragging out the word as I reluctantly let go of Harry to give the other's a hug. “Thanks for comin' and thanks for the help today. Get home safe.”

“Do ya want me t'get you some water before I leave?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrow at me in concern causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

“Water? M'good with gin for now thanks,” I informed him before an idea struck me. “Ooh, but could I bum a cig off of you?”

“A cig? You don't smoke, AJ and neither do I so I don't have any.”

“And if he did, he wouldn't give them to you,” Anne informed me, giving me the look she used to give me when I was younger and misbehaved which I promptly ignored.

“Well if you don't have one, can ya bum on off someone else for me?” I asked. “I like a cigarette when m'drinking sometimes, you know that. Jus' don't tell my dad or Niall, alright?”

Harry shook his head, a smile on his face.

“M'not gonna bum one for ya either, love,” He told me, patting my shoulder in what felt like a rather patronizing way. “Now, go find Gemma and enjoy the rest of your night, yeah?”

I sighed dramatically once again, but nodded and pulled him into a hug before I pranced off back to my friends.

Once I had the idea in my head that I wanted a cigarette, I couldn't kill the craving. Luckily Charlotte was also in the mood once I mentioned it so the two of us snuck outside to see if we could scrounge one up to share. It didn't take us long to find a very generous drunk girl who 'absolutely, completely, adored my outfit' and was willing to donate to our cause.

As Charlotte lit it up and took a long drag, we enjoyed the quiet, cool air and I pulled out my phone. I had a message from Harry letting me know everyone got home safely and to enjoy my night and a few messages from Niall that were full of typos showing his level of inebriation was probably close to mine (unless of course my blurry vision was inhibiting my reading abilities). I took the cigarette from Charlotte as I opened Instagram with the intention of posting one of the many selfies we'd taken that night. However, before I could switch to the posting part of the app, a picture of Niall popped up on my screen. Well more specifically Niall's back.

“Oh no,” I groaned, handing the cigarette back to Charlotte. “Niall's not even been in Ibiza for a day and he's already sunburnt!”

“Really? Let me see,” Charlotte laughed, taking my phone to look at the picture. After a moment she rolled her eyes and handed it back to me. “That's nothing, he's barely pink!”

“Yeah, but if he's pink now, just think how bad it'll be in the morning!”

She rolled her eyes again, but as she got distracted by some cute guy that just walked out into the smoking area, I closed the app and pulled up Niall's number in my phone. Unfortunately for me, Charlotte's attention snapped back to me as soon as she heard the ringing.

“What are you doing?” She demanded to know, her tone stern. “Who are you calling?”

“M'calling Niall,” I admitted. “Gotta tell him to put some lotion on before he goes to bed tonight and to make sure he wears extra sunscreen tomorrow if he's already burnt.”

“What, are you his mother or something?” She asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Give me your damn phone.”

Before I could even oblige with her request, my phone was snatched out my hand, the call disconnected as it was shoved into her purse.

“Charlotte, what was that for?”

My words came out a lot whinier than they were meant and she simply shook her head as she passed my the last little bit of the cigarette.

“This is supposed to be your last wild night out as an unmarried lady,” She reminded me. “I know your wedding's still ages away, but you are strictly forbidden from talking to your groom during your bachelorette party!”

I pouted slightly as I stomped out the cigarette butt.

“Fine, I promise I won't call him,” I relented. “Can I have my phone back now?”

“Nope!” Charlotte grinned, linking her arm with mine. “You can have it back at the end of the night when I know you won't be making any naughty phone calls! Now, let's go get ourselves another drink!”

It was almost three hours later when I stumbled into the house, waving goodbye to my friends in the cab as it drove off to take them home. I was absolutely plastered. The drinks had not stopped all night and considering I was already decently intoxicated when Harry, Anne and Maura had left the bar and now I was done for.

“Jus' get ya self some water 'n go t'sleep,” I drunkenly mumbled to myself as I locked the door.

That was when I realized all the lights were on and the smell of delicious greasy food wafted into my nostrils. Furrowing my brow in confusion, I staggered into the kitchen and found Maura plating up the most amazing burger I'd ever seen.

“Ah, perfect timin'!” She smiled. “I thought ya'd be home soon.”

“You made that for me?” I asked as she nodded her head. I felt my eyes well up with tears as I slipped into the mushy, emotional kind of drunk I always got when I started getting tired. “You stayed up to make me drunk food?”

“I did,” Maura confirmed. “Wanted ta make sure ya got home alright anyway and I thought ya'd need it from the state you were in when I left!”

“M'in a worser state now!” I informed her (just in case she couldn't tell) as I pulled myself onto a stool by the island and she pushed the plate towards me. “This s'so nice of you, Maura. You're the best.”

“It's no trouble,” She smiled, shaking her head as I bit into the burger and let out a moan of absolute bliss. “Let me get ya some water too, you need that more than anything.”

I mumbled my thanks through my full mouth before continuing to devour my food. Maura took a seat across from me, a cup of tea in her hand and we sat in silence until I finished shovelling food into my face. Once I was done, I chugged down the glass of water.

“You're the best mother-in-law ever,” I told her, causing a laugh to burst from her lips. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Maura nodded. “I'd like to think by now you know I'm always here for you, can ask me anything you'd like.”

“Are you glad Niall chose me?” I asked, picking at my nails nervous for the answer. “Like are you and Bobby glad that he’s marrying me?”

“Well I can't speak for Bobby, but from what I've heard and seen and the few conversations we've had I think he'd agree when I say that of course we are,” She told me, looking slightly taken aback by the question. “You make Niall very happy and we support anything that brings him joy.”

I nodded in thought for a moment before I realized I wasn't satisfied with her answer.

“But do you like me? Are you happy that it's me making Niall happy?” I tried to explain myself. “M’not making sense, but you can like things that aren't good for you, yeah? Like how Niall likes beer a little more thans good for him sometimes and apparently I like smoking if tonight is anything to go by.”

I wrinkled my nose in disgust at myself as I caught a whiff of stale cigarette smell from my hair earning another laugh from Maura.

“Oh, honey! We absolutely like you! Love you, even,” Maura assured me. “You're smart, beautiful, independent, funny. I could go on and on if you'd like. We've always loved you and I think you're wonderful for Niall. You keep each other grounded and you're not afraid to tell him when he's bein' an idiot. Like this whole delaying the weddin' business. You didn't let him get away with that nonsense for a minute and that's what he needs. Too many girls would let someone like him walk all over them, but you stand up to him. Helps keep his head on straight!”

My cheeks felt like they were going to split from how wide I was smiling by the time she was done singing my praises.

“Means a lot, Maura,” I told her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I love your son a whole lot. More than I ever thought I'd love anyone. You did a good job raisin' him, he's practically perfect in every way and I dunno what I'd do without him. Makes me happy to know that you're all as excited for me join your family as I am and I hope that when me and Niall have any babies we do half as good a job raising them as you did with Niall.”

Maura smiled proudly at my rambled compliment.

“Thanks, honey, I'm sure you'll do even better than we did,” She assured me. “Now let's get you to bed, the later you stay up the worse you're going to feel in the mornin'.”

I nodded, hopped down from my stool and followed Maura down the hall to the stairs, leaving the dishes to be dealt with in the morning.

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Chapter Three

Authors Note: Thank you for all the support after the last chapter :) It’s great to know people are liking the story so far especially since I’m really enjoying writing it! I’ve been writing and brainstorming a ton over the last few days so there should be more chapters soon. Let me know what you think :)

Everly spent her entire shift that night distracted by her puzzling dilemma. She wrote out answers to Harry's messages several times, but always found herself deleting them. Eventually she decided that it had been too long, answering him a week late would just make her look silly and she had missed her chance.

The next day, in her usual fashion, she slept until she had just enough time to get ready for work. Knowing it was going to be a big night since it was a Friday and there was a football game on, she put a little more effort into her look. She picked out a short faux leather skirt that cinched around her waist and paired it with a black, low cut crop top. It showed off a little more cleavage than would usually be appropriate, but in her industry if she wanted tips, she had to show a little skin. After finishing off her look with her standard fishnets and converse, she put on a touch of makeup, straightened her hair and headed out the door.

She was starting a little later since one of the other staff were responsible for opening on weekends and by the time she got there the place was already packed. She managed to squeeze through the crowd and as soon as she made it behind the bar she was put to work. All thoughts of Harry were finally pushed from her mind as she threw herself into things. She was in her element, firing out beers left and right and charming the tips from almost every single customer. Not that it took much charm to get tips from men considering what she was wearing, but she preferred to think it was her talent. Which she definitely had. It helped that the team they had worked flawlessly well together, but her boss always joked that she'd be perfectly capable of handling even the busiest of nights by herself and the other staff were just to keep her ego at bay.

Five hours flew by in no time and it was around ten o'clock, just as she was returning from a bathroom break, that the night got interesting.

“Next!” She shouted, signalling she was free to help another customer as she wiped up a beer spill on the bar top.

“You didn't answer my messages.”

The deep voice caused Everly's hand to freeze. Her eyes shot up and met with the ginger prince standing in front of her. He was wearing a baseball cap pulled low on his head to cover his face and had the collar of his jacket popped up, but Everly instantly recognised him. She stared momentarily, shocked to the point where her brain seemed to have stopped working completely and he simply watched her with a soft smirk on his face until she finally remembered how to speak.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry about that,” She finally replied, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink colour.

“So you did get them?” Harry teased. “I was starting to think you gave me a fake number.”

“No, it was my real number, I promise,” Everly assured him with a small smile. “Can I get you a drink?”

Harry glanced down the bar at the large number of other customers waiting to order.

“I was actually hoping we could have a chat,” He admitted. “I didn't expect it to be this busy after how empty it was the other day.”

“Weekends are a whole different story,” Everly laughed. “Especially when there's a football game on. I should be able to sneak away though, as long as we're quick.”

Harry nodded and Everly gestured for him to come behind the bar before turning to one of the young men working with her. She told him she was going to run for a quick 'cig break' before leading Harry through a narrow hallway filled with empty kegs and out to the back alley where they were allowed to smoke.

Harry quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handing one to Everly before taking one for himself and pulling out his lighter. They smoked in silence for a few minutes before Everly worked up the nerve to talk.

“So, what did you want to chat about?” She asked quietly.

Harry shifted awkwardly, having lost some of the confidence he had in the bar now it was just the two of them.

“I just, uh, thought we really hit it off last week so I won't lie, I was a little surprised when you didn't answer me,” He explained. “But I realize I may have pushed you too far with that kiss and I would like to apologize for that.”

“You don't need to apologize. I haven't been kissed like that in ages, it was nice,” Everly blurted out before she could stop herself causing her cheeks to go red once again. “And I shouldn't have ignored you. I just had a lot of thinking to do.”

“And where did that thinking lead you?” Harry asked as he stomped out his finished cigarette.

“Round and round in circles,” Everly admitted earning a chuckle from Harry, but when he didn't speak she continued. “I have a lot of baggage, more than you probably realize, and I don't want to push that on to anyone else.”

“I have baggage too,” Harry shrugged. “I thought maybe it would be nice for us both to have someone to talk to about it.”

“I don't want to talk about it,” Everly said firmly. “I want to push it from my mind and move on.”

“Alright, that's fine too,” Harry nodded, knowing full well her strategy would break down eventually. “We can distract each other from our problems then if you'd prefer.”

Everly bit her lip, mulling over his words as a shiver ran threw her. Harry instantly moved into action, shrugging off his coat and moving to drape it over her shoulders.

“But now you'll be cold,” She protested, somewhat halfheartedly.

“I'm still wearing far more than you,” Harry chuckled. “I'll be okay for a few minutes.”

Everly reluctantly nodded, enjoying the warmth around her. It smelt distinctly like him and she took in a deep breath, memories of the last time he was close to her filling her mind.

“What exactly are you looking for?” She asked, pulling the coat around herself as if she was trying to hide from the awkward conversation.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don't think I'd be very good at a casual or uh, friends with benefits type of relationship at this point,” Everly elaborated. “It'll take me a while to trust you and I don't know how long it'll take for me to feel comfortable having...”

“Sex?” Harry suggested, a slight smirk on his face as her cheeks burned. She nodded. “That's really alright. I'm not looking to rush into anything. I won't even kiss you again if you want to keep things friendly.”

“Well I didn't say that. I thought I already told you how much I enjoyed that kiss?”

Everly forced up some confidence and flashed him a cheeky grin causing Harry to laugh with a smug smile of his own on his face.

“Then we can kiss as much as you like,” He offered. “But seriously, we can take things as slow as you need. I'm past the point of wanting to mess around with silly flings anyway.”

“Really? The party prince is looking to settle down?”

It was meant as a joke, but Harry's face twisted in to a slight scowl and she instantly felt bad.

“I don't want to be the party prince that everyone thinks I am,” He admitted. “I want people to start taking me seriously. I do want to settle down, I want to get married and have kids. I'm ready to grow up.”

“Whoa, slow down, your highness! Just because I don't want casual doesn't mean I'm ready to marry you,” She teased, putting the smile back on Harry's face. “But I understand. I'd like to be taken more seriously too.”

“So can I see you again?” Harry asked, nervous for her answer.

“Yes,” Everly nodded. “If you're willing to start this thing with the intention of it being something more than a fling then I would love to see you again.”

“Excellent,” Harry practically cheered, unable to hide the grin on his face. “Maybe we could go out for tea this weekend if you're free?”

“We're closed on Sunday and Monday,” She informed him with a smile. His enthusiasm was contagious. “But could we maybe keep things a bit more private for a while? Away from the press, I mean. Just for now.”

“Of course. You're welcome to come over to mine on Sunday for dinner if you're comfortable with that?”

Harry watched her reaction, hoping he wasn't being too forward again and was relieved when she nodded.

“That sounds lovely,” She agreed..

“Wonderful, text me your address and I'll send a car for you, but for now I should probably let you get back to work,” He said as he moved towards her to take back his coat. He was standing right in front of her as he slid it from her shoulders and she stared up at him, unable to stop herself from glancing at his lips. Noticing the movement he took a risk. “Would it be alright if I kissed you again? Just to seal whatever deal we just made out here.”

Everly giggled at the cheeky glint in his eye and nodded. Not hesitating for a moment, Harry leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't the same wild, passionate kiss they had shared the week before, but it still made Everly's head spin. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved against hers and she felt a warmth spread through her body, suddenly not feeling the cold despite no longer having Harry's jacket. After a few moments she reluctantly pulled away, knowing she really did need to get back to work.

“I'll see you on Sunday?” She asked quietly as Harry stepped away from her with a smile on his face.

“Looking forward to it.”

Everly gave a slight wave and opened the door. Once Harry was sure she was safely inside, he headed off down the alley to find his protection officers who were waiting by the car.

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 8 years ago

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Forbidden Fruit - Chapter Three

A/N: First attempt at Sons of Anarchy fanfiction. It's been awhile since i watched the show, so i'm sorry if my characters aren't in character. This is part 3 of maybe 7. I have it plotted, but not really sure how many chapters it will take to get through it. Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to my beta @thorne93. You rock.

Characters: Reader, Jax, Opie, Chibs.

Pairing: Eventual Reader x Jax

Warnings: Language, angst,

Wordcount: 1900

PART ONE PART TWO

It had been a few weeks since that whole Casey ordeal. Luckily he had been long gone when the guys had gone to find him. Life was a little easier in all ways now, the fear you had carried with you through your relationship with Casey was gone and even if you hated relying on others, you had found safety in knowing your best friend was there for you. Ope had even offered you to stay at his place until you could find a place of your own, something you had reluctantly accepted.

And then there was Jax. The more time you spent around him, the more your old feelings resurfaced, not that they had ever gone away entirely. There was something with him lately too that made you think that he might share some of those feelings, like lingering looks and unnecessary touches, or maybe it was all wishful thinking on your part. Not that it really mattered anyway.

“Come here, give me a hug.” Ope laughed as he walked over to you, shirtless and sweaty from cleaning out a shed in his backyard with Jax.

“No, get away from me,” you giggled, trying to dodge the giant coming for you. “I mean it Ope, if you want to keep those arms I suggest you keep them away from me,” you threatened teasingly.

Jax watched from the sidelines as his best friend wrapped you up in his arms, both of you laughing as he did. He was happy to see that you were getting back to your old self, but he couldn't help but notice the flirting going on between you and Ope. The jealousy he now felt was completely new to him, it was one thing when he knew you were with someone else, but his best friend, that was something completely different.

“You done playing around so that we can get this shit done?” he all but growled, making the two of you stop.

“Yeah,” Ope said as he put you back on the ground, furrowing his brows. “Do you mind getting us some beer?” he asked you, and you set off towards the kitchen. “What's your problem, man?”

“I don't have a problem, just save your flirting til we are done with this. I don't want to be stuck here all day,” Jax bit back.

You could have spent the entire day in that backyard, watching the two of them work, all sweaty, their shirtless bodies glistening in the afternoon sun, but you had promised Ope to go pick up his kids. He let you stay in his house for free so the least you could do was help him out with day to day chores.

“I'm gonna head out, see you guys later,” you informed as you sat the two beers down on the table. Jax barely looked at you before you left, leaving you to wonder if you had done something to upset him.

“So, you and (Y/N) huh?” Jax asked as he and Ope sat down after they had finished clearing out the shed.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, man. I caught that little play session of yours earlier. Are you really trying to tell me there's nothing going on between you two?” he questioned, taking a long pull on his beer.

“Nothing at all, man. I wouldn't dare, Chibs would chop my dick off,” Ope joked.

It was true, and Jax knew it, there was no way Chibs would ever allow his daughter to be with a member.

Ope was the only one that you had ever told about your very inappropriate crush on Jax Teller, and he had kept that secret for years, and now he was wondering if the feelings might not be so one sided. “Or he's gonna chop your dick off,” he mused.

“What?” Jax responded out of reflex. “You got the wrong idea, man.”

“She likes you too you know, has for years,” he said casually before taking a long pull on his beer.

“Whatever.”

That night there was a barbeque at the Teller Morrow lot and everyone was there. All from kids and old ladies to prospects and retirees. It was all great fun until you spotted Jax feeling up a crow eater in the corner. You were just about to find Ope and offer to take the kids home when your dad came over.

“Do you have a minute?” he asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the empty parking lot.

“Sure.” You hadn't really talked to him about this thing with Casey, but you figured you couldn't avoid it forever. Besides, it would probably take your mind of Jax for a couple of minutes.

Chibs grabbed a couple of beers and led you away from the crowd towards an empty table. Once you sat down next to him he handed you a beer, watching you intently as you opened it, wondering what to say to you. It was always a challenge being a single father, but he always did his best to help you out and to support you, he really did believe that you had a great relationship and that's why he couldn't figure out why you didn't come to him when you were in trouble.

“What's on your mind, dad?” you asked, feeling his eyes on you.

“How are you doing after… you know?” he questioned, lighting up a smoke and offering you one, which you accepted.

“I'm okay. Just trying to find my way back to normal,” you admitted.

“Why didn't you come to me?”

You turned around to meet his eyes, he really looked as hurt as he sounded.

“I was scared,” you admitted, shrugging.

“Scared of what?”

“What do you want me to say?” You stood from your seat, pacing back and forth in front of him. “I was scared of Casey, of what he would do if I tried to get away from him. I was scared of you and what you and the club would do to him if you found out. And I was scared senseless of the fact that I had turned into someone who just stood there and took a beating. That's not me, not even a little bit.” You all but yelled, the frustration getting the better of you. Why was it so fucking important for him to know? Didn't he realize you just wanted to be done with this already?

“I'm gonna kill him,” he stated matter of factly.

“I don't want you to kill him, I don't want him dead. I don't even want him hurt. I want to be done with this and move on. He's gone. It's over.” A tear made it's way down your cheek as you looked your dad in the eyes. You hated being so vulnerable in front of him, he had raised you tougher than this, but you had kept things pent up for so long you were bound to break at some point.

Chibs got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around you. He was so angry at the asshole that made you feel like this, but at the same time your well being had always come first for him, so if you wanted him to leave it alone, that's what he would do. Probably. “Shh.. I'll leave it, okay? Just promise to come to me if you’re ever in trouble again.”

“Only if you promise to hear me out before you start plotting revenge,” you teased, giving him a small smile. “I promise.”

The two of you joined the rest of the gang, your eyes traveling the lot to see if you spotted Jax.

“I'm calling it a night, you want me to take the kids home?” you asked your best friend, when you couldn't find Jax anywhere.

“Yeah, that would be great.” He threw a lazy arm around your shoulder, looking down at you with a worried expression. “Is everything alright? I saw you talking to Chibs.”

“He just wanted to make sure I was okay,” you informed, giving Ope a reassuring smile.

“And are you?” Ope questioned with concern in his voice.

“I'm getting there.”

Ope pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head, it was a gesture he always made to let you know he was there if you needed anything. You raised up on your toes and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before saying goodnight, first to Ope and then to a few of the other members.

The kids were all tucked in and asleep within an hour, so you grabbed yourself a beer from the fridge and settled in the backyard, trying to push the image of Jax and that girl out of your mind. God, it was getting unbearable. There was a small part of you that wanted to talk to your dad, try to make him understand, but then again, you had no idea if Jax would even be interested in you and it was just stupid upsetting your dad for nothing. You rested your head against the back of the chair and looked up on the starry night, taking a long drag of your cig, willing your mind somewhere else.

“You left early,” Jax stated in a soft voice, but still startling you. He wasn't wearing his kutte, standing there in an all white shirt, sticking his hands in his jeans pockets. He looked vulnerable in a way you hadn't seen before.

“I wanted to get the kids to bed,” you explained, standing from your chair. “Why are you here, Jax?”

He stepped closer to you, reaching out for your hand, not letting his eyes meet yours yet. Your heartbeat picked up as soon as he touched you, your mind running on overdrive trying to figure out what was happening. He hadn't even looked your way since this morning, not even acknowledging you at the party, and now he was here, out of nowhere. His other hand landed on your hip, pulling your body into his and for a second your eyes met, his crystal blue eyes flitting between your own before they landed on your mouth, his tongue running over his bottom lip. And then his lips were on yours, soft and sweet at first, but deepening as you leaned into him. In your wildest imagination you couldn't have pictured this sensation, it was better than every other kiss you had had, combined, and for a moment you let yourself melt into him. Letting everything that was Jax surround you. The faint smell of gasoline and leather, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes, the feel of his strong arms around you, a calloused thumb running gently over your cheek. It felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest and like your knees was giving out on you. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew this wasn't right so you gathered all your strength and pushed yourself away from him.

“I can't do this with you,” you whispered, your mouth only millimeters from his.

“Why?”

“Because I refuse to be another notch in your belt,” you confessed.

“You won't be.” He placed another kiss to your lips, but this time you pushed him away. “(Y/N), come on,” he pleaded.

“I think you should go, Jax.” You gave him one last look before turning away from him.

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Friends And Failing

A small crush turns into something more before everything falls apart and Y/N feels her world come crashing down around her.

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Less than a week had passed by since your time spent with Calum and you continued to talk to him, you still shared late night conversations about the most random things until he had some ‘good news.’ You sat on your desk chair sideways, right leg bent as it kneeled on the arm rest, admittedly not the most comfortable positions but better than nothing ‘I’ve got good news’ Calum beamed through the message as you smiled, hoping it was actually good news, ‘go on’ you gently nudged as curiosity got to you. ‘There’s this girl that goes to the pub all the time, I think her names Rena but her mate Ashton told me she liked me so and I’ve liked her since I first saw her so I’m gonna try it with her’ your heart fell into you stomach as you skimmed through the message before anger set in but you couldn’t let him see that, ‘that’s great’ sarcasm much? It took a few seconds but he replied ‘is that sarcastic?’ well no shit Sherlock! ‘Nope, I’m happy for you’ you lied. It didn’t take long for it to fully sink in, Calum used you and threw you away like it was no big deal, to say you were upset would be an understatement. Grabbing the half full bottle of Vodka and Pepsi that sat on the edge of your desk, you ran downstairs to grab any glass you could find, ignoring the reply Calum sent you before hauling your arse back up and back on your desk. As if anyone couldn’t have guessed already, you were in need a drink and that’s what you got, pouring a little too much vodka your face burning, vision becoming a blur as your heart ached. Part of you was angry, the other part sad. The conversation continued, as did your drinking before you got to the point of just sitting there hot tears running down your sweet, soft cheeks before you did the one thing that would ruin your entire life.

‘You know Cal, I’ve always had a crush on you and when you came over you basically led me on and now you’re getting with her and it’s fucked the fuck up’ regret hit you the second you hit send, fear ran threw you as it was read and the three small dots popped up, how could you be so stupid as to tell him something like that? Quickly downing the rest of your drink you poured another, only half paying attention to the cup as you saw his reply ‘what?’ he asked, as if confused by the thought of you liking him when everyone in a ten mile radius knew you liked the prick. This got your blood boiling, as if he was that dumb, ‘I liked you from the first time I met you and when you came over it got worse’ you could have left it at that but come on? It’s you after all, emotions are not your strongest points and you choose to hide behind a wall, pretending you have a heart of ice, ‘I thought for some god forbid dumb ass reason because you slept with me you might have liked me but clearly not’ a small part of you told you to go offline and sleep this off, maybe apologise in the morning but a larger part of you told you to keep going and that’s exactly what you did. You continued to flip your shit on him as all he could say was ‘sorry’ you scoff at the response, telling him ‘sorry isn’t going to make any of this better’ before releasing yet another rampage of messages at him, watching in frustration as he continued to say sorry and that he didn’t know. How could anyone be so oblivious? It wasn’t long before you calmed down, exhausted from a long night of rage typing so you told him to just forget it and slammed the lid of your laptop down, leaving it on your desk as you crawled back into bed.

Silence filled the days after that, you didn’t message Calum and he didn’t message you. This just proved to you how much he cared. Of course you were hurt by this but at the same time you were glad because you couldn’t face the utter embarrassment of crying and confessing your love to a guy whilst drunk. Soon enough Wednesday rolled around and all your friends asked you to go out for student night, you weren’t the kind of person to turn down cheap booze and you needed a night out, so you went, letting the small fact that Calum goes out that night along with Rena. You knew they were getting pretty close and would be at the same place as were your friends dragged you too but again you brushed it off and went anyway, only to walk in and watch Rena bolt it to her sister before dragging her outside the second she saw you, so you did something similar with your friend Hayley. Tugging on her arm lightly you mumbled in her ear ‘bathroom, now’ she understood perfectly, taking your hand and making a swift walk to the bathrooms, checking they were empty before you slammed your back against one of the walls with a sigh, “you saw that too right? How fast Rena ran to her sister and then outside the second we came in?” you asked, wanting confirmation, she nodded in agreement “yeah, but don’t let it get to you, we’re gonna have a good time okay?” you smiled “can you hear that?” your voice was low, Hayley scrunched up her face in confusing, trying to hear “SHOTS!” you yelled, followed by a laugh before walking back out the bathroom and back into the pub, making sure she followed. It wasn’t long before you were on your ninth shot and feeling good. Ignoring how every time you stepped outside Calum and Ruby went inside, if they wanted to play that game fine, you hoped they froze outside since they wanted to be petty.

Everything was going well, you were happy and drunk until you turned around and got to see Rena and Calum making out right in front of you because I mean out of the entire pub why wouldn’t they do it right there when they know damn well how you felt? Although it bothered you and Hayley knew it did you just turned back around telling her you were going for a cig, she nodded as you stepped outside where you found Kyle, a mutual friend of you all. He was a nice guy that you felt like you could talk to about anything and that’s exactly what you did. You started to rant at him about Calum and Rena as he sat back, nodding in understanding, giving you advice when it was needed. When everything seemed to calm down and you were back to having fun Hayley swung the door open, scanning outside till her eyes found yours before she scrambled over to you, a face of full of guilt “Y/N come to bathroom I need to tell you something about Calum” she looked between you and Kyle, gripping a little tighter on her phone, “tell me now, it’s only Kyle, he knows everything” you spoke, glancing between them both as she insisted you go to the bathroom. After declining a few times she gave up, “I just saw this and thought I should tell you instead of you finding out alone” Hayley rambled before turning the phone around, showing Calum and Rena were in a relationship online, making it official. Your heart dropped as you saw it and you did the only thing you could think to do in the very moment, you cried, only a little bit but still. Hayley pulled you close, rubbing your hair as Kyle rubbed your back both rambling things about to try cheer you up but none of it worked. Instead you stood to your feet and rushed to the bathroom with Hayley not far behind, as soon as you got in there you calmed yourself down, deciding the best thing you could do was to get really fucking drunk, and that’s exactly what you did. To the point where you almost threw up in the street. You couldn’t remember much after that, just trying to throw up in different clubs toilets and being followed by Calum and Rena to every club you went to, forcing you to watch them kiss right in front of you, every time you moved away they seemed to follow, being sure to stick by you the whole time. It was like they were taunting you and you wanted to hurt them as bad as they hurt you.

This part won’t be in the next chapter it’s just a bit of extra detail but after this night “Rena” acted innocent and befriended my friends, telling them she wanted to be friends with me and as you will see in the next chapter, she’s not as sweet as she makes herself out to be. Right now it’s a case of she’s innocent and I’m the big bad wolf. I also got a taxi with “Calum” and he nearly kicked me out for laughing quietly at her yelling bye bae to him outside McDonalds.. I still find it cringy to this day.

I know this chapter was kinda short but tbh I don’t remember much other than my face being in three different toilet seats in three different clubs because everywhere my friends went they seemed to be there and every single time I turned around there they were kissing. But I hope you enjoyed! And thank you for reading my smol beans! x

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swirlngthghts · 5 years ago

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Tokyo 2/18-2/24

Tokyo was a new experience. Clothing, fashion, culture, it was all very intense and I felt as if I stood out and was different everywhere I went. On the first day I met Sharon and Aaron, they were both nice, Sharon’s a very cute and outgoing girl who helps people a lot, Aaron works pt at GB in Taipei, and was really interested in me going to their restaurant. Howard took me to many cool fashion places and I met his really inspiring idol, Gizmo.

On the third day I decided I really wanted to go out by myself so I walked around Shibuya. I was looking for a cafe where I could smoke everywhere, but I couldn’t search up the results I wanted, so I sat down at a cafe called cafe Luigi, which was next to Supreme in Harajuku. It was a cafe Tayou recommended to me. I actually didn’t want to go because I know he came with his ex gf.

But it’s about the cafe, not about the people. So I walked in and everything was really nice, I liked how people can smoke in there. The cafe brewer had long hair and glasses on. I had been very very polite in Japan since everyone is polite asf. So I sat down at 6pm next to a really high-end fashionable person. I really wanted to sit at the high seats tho, because people chat there and it would be nice to sit by something new. Some foreign looking people came in and they gave every customer in the cafe some Shrimp candy, which was really nice of them.

I met Yuhei on Saturday. We decided to meet on a day Howard was hanging out with Gizmo. I went to Senso-Ji Temple, so we met at 秋葉原. He has a really big mole on his right cheek, just next to his nose, and he has quite a wide jaw, which was really refined. His eyes were small. The first day he didn’t wear a mask, and kept calling me a model😂 We started chatting and introducing ourselves. He cut to the chase and told me not to judge him. He told me about his gf and about how they’re relationship is really shallow, (it’s only been 1 and a half month). She was somewhere else in Tokyo for traveling, apparently to find some guy friends. Yuhei cared so much he wanted to find someone new to try to feel better again, and maybe temporarily forget his gf.

We talked a lot and found many similarities between us. He likes to gym, studies business, doesn’t smoke, is 178, he’s a Leo, he plays soccer. His gf is the same age as me, and he’s the same age as my ex bf. He’s still in his last year of Uni, because he was in Sweden for exchange twice. Now he’s interning at a Singaporean Shipping company, also working part-time at a mallin Shinjuku.

At one point I asked him if I looked like a Japanese, and he said no, no. The face structure is different, not like a Japanese. and after a while I asked him if I looked Filipino, he said yes. I was so pissed off LOL. We walked around 秋葉原 and headed to Tokyo station. At Tokyo station there was nothing much, just a lot of buildings, and he also took me to a really cool underground mall. After that we visited the Empire Palace. Then he took me to Tokyo tower. After Tokyo Tower, we had Matsuya for dinner. Then we went to Roppongi, the party district. He asked if I was willing to go to Shinjuku with him, because he wanted to show me around.

We took the train back to Shinjuku. We walked around and he showed me the really tiny street which had a lot of bbq restaurants and cherry blossoms, and he also took me to a district to where all the drugs, sex, gambling occurred. He said” we should go to a love hotel” and I said NO. But he was like, nonono, not go in, but walk in.

We visited Korean town, and decided to walk back to Takadanobaba, we held hands for a while because it got cold, we smoked three cigs the whole trip. He’s not a smoker, so I felt bad and felt like I was harming him, but he wanted to smoke himself, to relax, he said. He wanted to hold hands, for warmth, he said.

We had a great day and I met him today as well. In my mind I wanted to hold his hand once I saw him, but it didn’t happen cuz I was too shy to.

We met at harajuku, and went to Meiji Temple. There was a really nice grass field for sunshine, so we laid on the grass for a while. He had this sad look in his eyes, and he didn’t laugh too much. Tbh I really wanted to fuck him, or at least make out with him. But I was scared of the virus, and mostly scared he’ll refuse cuz, well, he has a gf. We talked about some relationship stuff. I remember when I told him about my coach, he was like, oh maybe he’s wild in bed, because he does sports. In my mind I was like “oh you’re wild in bed too then?” But I didn’t say it out loud. Haha

We walked pass Yoyogi park, and saw a man running on the tracks. “He must be M, I think” I asked what M was. And he said S and M, do you know? I was like oh ok, he asked me which one I was, and I said M, he guessed M as well, and I asked him what he was, he said S. Fuck he turned me on so much. But it’s ok, it’s too late now.

We held hands as we walked to Shibuya, which was really nice, and had a coffee, he order hot cappuccino and I ordered an iced latte, we also got an ice cream to share. After that he had to attend his friend’s farewell party, and I had to go back to shinjuku to meet up with Howard, so we hugged, and said goodbye.

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1-69 ur doing it too broberry

GOOD THIS PLEASES ME I LOV DOING THESE ASK MEMES

1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

yeah – i’ve never smoked a cigarette before. an e-cig, yes, but an actual cigarette? miss me with that shit.

2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?

taken!

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

i would lose my mcfucking marbles and send like 500 heart emojis

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

…yes? yes. yes i have.

5: Are you interested in anyone right now?

yep – my goirlie i’m love her

6: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

winter brEAK GOD ALL MY CLASSES ARE ALMOST OVER

7: Do you want to be single?

r u kidding if i was alone for even 3 seconds i’d self-destruct. not to mention i’m rlly. rlly lucky and i ain’t leavin’ that relationship like Ever

8: Did you go out or stay in last night?

both – i left the house to go to my friend’s apartment to chill.

9: How late did you stay up last night?

midnight for once bc i had finals this morning gghbhbbgfgbgfdg

10: Can you recall the last time you realized you liked someone a lot?

i can

11: Last three things you had to drink?

water, sweet tea, and milk, in chrono. order.

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

yep. i regret it.

13: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

also yep. i also deeply regret that.

14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

yeah

15 - 20:

answered here.

21: Do you miss anyone?

sometimes. and i hate it.

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

i have – in my defense, i was at comicon.

23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

yep

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

i like to think so??? ? ?

25: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

i – actually i don’t think i have. yeah no i’m not a mad crier lmao

26: Who did you last see in person?

my buddy bri; she don’t got a tungle tho rip

27: Are you listening to music right now?

ye – i’m listening to CHOKE from i don’t know how but they found me.

28: What is something you currently want right now?

i really want cuddles tbh. that and a new tablet. i rlly need a new tablet

29: What is the last thing you said out loud?

“c’mere merc! c’mere! ohhhhhh das’a good boy, das my good boy – who’s a good boy? is it you? is it you?! dAS MY GOOD BOY–” bc ma brought my dog home from the dog park and i wanted him to love me

30: How is your heart lately?

so about that weather

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

only when it’s cold out and my ears are freezing – that or if it’s rlly late out and i just. generally don’t want ppl to see my face

32: Are you wearing socks?

yeah – they comfy af

33: What do people call you?

vincent, vinny, altoid, mint, boi, my boi, amongst some names too sappy to mention

34: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

fuck yeah my dude

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

there’s a guy at work who might try and start shit bc i called him out for harassing these few girls (+ myself), so uh. there’s that ig

36: Who did you last share a bed with?

i honest to god don’t remember.

37: Did you do something bad today?

i stared at the captain morgan’s spiced rum v intently and debated drinking it, but i don’t suppose that counts, does it

38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

over half a year ago, if i remember right

39: Do you get stressed out easily?

depends on the thing, tbh

40: Will you sing today?

bitch i’m singing rn fuck u talkin abt

41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

abso-fucking-lutely. it’s…never a good thing in my case.

42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?

lilly and you bronut. only 2 ppl i rlly spill to nowadays.

43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?

nope, and i hope i never have to.

44: What are you listening to right now?

well now i’m listening to broken bones by crx but that’s p much it.

45: What is wrong with you right now?

you sure you really wanna know? you’ll be here a while.

46: What is on your wrists right now?

nothing. i used to wear a couple of bracelets, but the only piece of jewelry i manage to wear regularly is my necklace.

47: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

my workplace actually! it’s a super comfy sweater, has cute little flower motifs by the shoulders. i can’t wear it without everyone calling me she tho, so i rarely wear it outside the house.

48: What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?

hot chocolate, hands down. don’t drink hot apple cider too often.

49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

nope.

50: Are you a good artist?

i like to think i’m p good at art.

51: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

answered here.

52: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

mm … no, not really? nothing was much different except it was summer. and summer can suck my chode.

53: Ever been on a golf cart?

i have, but i was hella young.

54: Do you have trust issues?

i don’t just have it, i own it like a large, hostile pet dog. it’s been around so long, i’ve signed the goddamn adoption papers on this bitch. might as well. it ain’t leavin’ anytime soon.

55: Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?

yep – my girlfriend, you, fox, and…i believe shaun too? i don’t remember

56: Do you own something from Hot Topic?

god yes

57: Do you use chap stick?

nope. i prolly should tho, my lips have been chapped lately.

58: Have you ever slapped someone in the face?

yep.

59: Do you have a little sister?

nope – got two half-brothers old enough to be my dad.

60 - 65:

answered here.

66: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

yep. it was quite a while ago tho. like last january a while.

67: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

no. i want to, tho – i miss lilly.

68: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

someone else. i can’t sleep alone – just ask anyone who’s had to deal with me late at night just before i gotta pass out.

69: Will next Friday be a good one?

yep! i’ll have a new phone, and i’ll be on winter break, so ofc ofc.

#Anonymous

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csjmadhouse · 7 years ago

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“Blue Dynamite” is the debut album from American Metal-Pop band COCAINE + ABEL. Comprised of breakout solo artist Cody St. John and the remnants of Candice Cornell’s self titled bandmates CANDICE, these four men have delivered an album focused on drugs and their effects on human interaction. With all the sounds that made Cody a rising star fused with the band’s signature sound of yesteryear, this one-off will leave people wanting more and is sure to become a classic in its own right. 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Should'a known he was no good When he had me sign my name in blood Noah would've let him drown If he'd been there for the flood Now he's holding my head Beneath the water Outside this pool These flames grow higher I couldn't be hotter At lease the fire's delivered me From the darkness Am I even a fucking human Or am I just a slave How'd I become the devil's bitch Am I even fucking breathing Or was that my last breath I just gave How'd I become the devil's bitch How'd I become the devil's bitch? C.O.W.B.O.Y. Won't ride in on no white horse Like to let destruction run its course Know you were holding out for a knight Yet you fell for the dragon Now that you've hopped on There's no gettin' off this wagon You want this You want that Can't offer what boys offer you I'm a man Stuck in his head Can't offer what boys offer you They promise this They'll buy you that Can't offer what boys offer you What I can give you is the truth No matter how dark or fucked up it is Can't offer what boys offer you Won't be weighed down by some shining armor I'll bare it all no matter who gets hurt People will call me a monster Ask me how could I harm her How could I hurt him Never pretended to be a saint If you wanted a halo You should've found a man in church Shouldn't have called for me From the gargoyles perch You want this You want that Can't offer what boys offer you I'm a man Stuck in his head Can't offer what boys offer you They promise this They'll buy you that Can't offer what boys offer you What I can give you is the truth No matter how dark or fucked up it is Can't offer what boys offer you RED, WHITE & FUCK YOU Don't care if you fell down from heaven Or you rose up from hell We're all stuck on this rock Living under a deadly spell Fires are blazing Where we once shook hands Now each side's ready For their victory dance Love has been devoured By a soulless hate Understanding is trapped Behind heaven's gate Can we recover Before we crumble Or are we doomed To continue to stumble Let's put down hate While teaching to love Regardless if you believe in nothing Or in the big man above Since birth we've been told to love her America, the brave and rich America, the beautiful and powerful What about America, the corrupt bitch She's turning us on each other So we weaken the collective While she grows stronger She's the parasite, we're the infected We will dine on these ashes While she eats caviar in her castle Each one of us tossed aside Not one of us worth the hassle America isn't our provider America isn't our protector We're supposed to defend each other In times when she's imprisoning defectors Fuck you, America Only offered your lighted torch So you could extinguish it when we needed it Shooting our neighbors from our porch In the dark we can't tell friend or foe apart Trust me, she's not our last hope One-on-one is the best place to begin Together, on three, drop the tug-o-war rope GUILLOTINE Let's burn this fucker to the ground Turn all these laws to ashes and dust Kick them up when I lift my legs Make a street show out of lust Rebels rising from the dirt Made of their own brothers and sisters Trigger happy hands Covered in blisters From so much fighting White knuckles ready To fire at will Gotta save the final bullet For the king of the hill Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine Whatcha gonna do When he comes When he comes for you He wants your head On his platinum platter Grinning ear to ear As your blood splatters Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine You wanna just smile Pretend everything's alright Guess that's what happens When you bring a poster to a knife fight Get mad, get angry It looks so good on a screen But out here on these roads You've gotta be mean Your words won't hurt out here Guess you should've bought a gun Before they took them from the shelves And turned the barrels on us Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine Whatcha gonna do When he comes When he comes for you He wants your head On his platinum platter Grinning ear to ear As your blood splatters Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine See, there's two types of people In a kingdom like this Those with the crown And those who want it Then there's the outliers Bless their little rebel hearts That only want the crown When the king's head is still on it Bloodied and severed So that no one will ever Want that gold on their head Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine Whatcha gonna do When he comes When he comes for you He wants your head On his platinum platter Grinning ear to ear As your blood splatters Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine MAKE YOU MISS ME Say you miss my attention Or was it my affection Think you missed my erection Tell me what's your intention Why you showin up here This damn late Looking at me With eyes of hate All I did was settle down Not my fault you weren't around Didn't want me when you had me And now you miss me Ignored my lips day and night Now you wanna kiss me Drove me further into madness You did this to me Ohhhhh you think it hurts now Boy wait till I make you miss me Booo-ooy just wait till I make you miss me Say you missed my face Or was it the lace That I tied 'round your wrists Gave me that look of bliss Well now I've moved on I've fallen in love Won't be your tiger Or gentle dove Only he can feel me now Hope you're here Hope you hear When he screams out loud For the man above Didn't want me when you had me And now you miss me Ignored my lips day and night Now you wanna kiss me Drove me further into madness You did this to me Ohhhhh you think it hurts now Boy wait till I make you miss me Booo-ooy just wait till I make you miss me Shared my name Thought that was good enough To keep me bound to you Let me teach you something new I don't like to beat the horse dead So stop looking at me like that So I don't have to tell you again That I'm walking away my friend It's done, I'm done, we're done Boy it's time you moved on Didn't want me when you had me And now you miss me Ignored my lips day and night Now you wanna kiss me Drove me further into madness You did this to me Ohhhhh you think it hurts now Boy wait till I make you miss me Booo-ooy just wait till I make you miss me DOMINO Shattered windshield and leaking fuel Broken jaw and a pool of drool Empty bottles in his backseat He may have hit me from the side But the first domino Knocked me forward Into a decline Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Threw a pebble into this pond And I lost my cool After the shockwaves Met my spine Caught me in a lie Sayin everything is fine Got bottles of my own Filled with little blue pills I'm the second domino And I'm fallin' for you Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Bruises on your neck Look just like my hand And the hole in the wall Looks just like your head We're all just links In this chain reaction Hopelessly waiting on one to break But this cycle's relentless And there's nothing we can do Soon you'll be the third domino Pretty boy, you're gonna fall too Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! BANG BANG Dreams are for children Aspirations are for teens Work is for adults Don't come to the battlefield If you wanna keep your hands clean There's so much dirt out here I've only just begun to dig Smoke billows from my mouth From one too many cigs You shot your cannon at me Love the way your hole looks in the ground You shot and you missed Now that ball's coming back around   It was a cannonball Now it's a boomerang I flipped my safety off Listen to that bang bang I'm the man behind the smoking gun I'm the man who'll say he won Bang bang   Won't tell you to watch your back Cuz I love a fair fight Don't like to throw punches from behind Like a speeding train you'll see me coming Not a damn thing you can do to stop me These tracks run right beneath your feet Chugga-chugga-choo-choo Can't get off the tracks When the trains coming for you   It was a cannonball Now it's a boomerang I flipped my safety off Listen to that bang bang I'm the man behind the smoking gun I'm the man who'll say he won Bang bang Yeah, I'm a little bit psycho Bet you like it when I bite though Ba-a-a-ang Ba-a-a-ang Bang Bang Bang Ba-a-a-ang Ba-a-a-ang Bang Bang Baaaaaaang  It was a cannonball Now it's a boomerang I flipped my safety off Listen to that bang bang I'm the man behind the smoking gun I'm the man who'll say he won Bang bang     ROCK GOD You painted me these perfect skies Then you brought the overcast With all your clouds of little white lies Think it's funny how you formed the Conditions for the perfect storm With a brush in your red hand Then screamed when the lightning struck Right where you like to stand I'm a tsunami I'll drown you, baby I'm a tornado I'll suck you up, baby I'm the thunder I'll fuck you up, baby I'm the lightning You're the lightning rod That's what happens When you fuck with a rock god You painted me these greener pastures Then used up all your yellow To create a sun so deadly Dried up all the pretty land Killed every flower I could've felt You were my one chance to Break down these walls Now I'll make your cold heart melt I'm a tsunami I'll drown you, baby I'm a tornado I'll suck you up, baby I'm the thunder I'll fuck you up, baby I'm the lightning You're the lightning rod That's what happens When you fuck with a rock god I'm the storm, storm, storm And I'm hanging over you I'm the rain, rain, rain And I'm pouring down on you I'm the hur-ri-ca-ane And I'm spiraling right towards you I'm the rock rock rock god And I'll never share the light with you I'm a tsunami I'll drown you, baby I'm a tornado I'll suck you up, baby I'm the thunder I'll fuck you up, baby I'm the lightning You're the lightning rod That's what happens When you fuck with a rock god ‪BLUE DYNAMITE‬ ‪Confessions of a rockaholic‬ Doin' lines in the back of his Buick Can't find his wallet, that's because I threw it Don't blame me, percs made me do it Might be a cowboy But taught myself how to pharm Been busted twice Forgiven for my southern boy charm Now it's back to the backseat Back to the basement Did someone turn up the heat My face is on fire Told y'all I lost my voice Looks like I'm a liar How many more pills until I'm high? How many more pills until I die? How many more pills until I'm high? How many pills 'till I touch the sky? Another night, another fight Explosion of blue dynamite Got the same stream playing on a loop Pencil tips for pupils eying it up Like I'm seeing it for the first time Making a mark of my favorite parts That I won't even remember Three seconds from now Three seconds from never Will this deliriousness ever end My body is broken My mind is fucked My soul has left me Now I'm wide open Crying out to a god That I don't believe in To rescue me from this hell He does what I knew he'd do He left me here to die God, your love is a lie How many more pills until I'm high? How many more pills until I die? How many more pills until I'm high? How many pills 'till I touch the sky? Another night, another fight Explosion of blue dynamite Oh, the devil won't let me pray No, the devil won't let me pray Devil won't let me pray But lord knows I need a prayer today Oh, the devil won't let me pray No, the devil won't let me pray Devil won't let me pray Cuz he wants to take my soul away How many more pills until I'm high? How many more pills until I die? How many more pills until I'm high? How many pills 'till I touch the sky? Another night, another fight Explosion of blue dynamite APOCALYPTIC IMMINENT DEATH SONG He was strong He was hard World did him wrong So he lost his way Had to keep warm Too scared of suffocating With rubber wrapped around his head Found heat in darker places Warmth housed a plague Won't be long now Till he's dead One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Forces of death knocking at your door One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Letters make you feel like a dirty whore Too ashamed to be with someone Too scared to be alone Stabbed himself With a double edged sword Stared at the ground As his toxic blood poured Save him Lord He never knew your love Your people told him He never could Now he's dying Because he didn't take precautions That he should One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Forces of death knocking at your door One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Letters make you feel like a dirty whore Red ropes held his hands To a bed with a man Whose name he didn't know All for the sake of Scoring blow Now they'll wear Red ribbons to Remember him by Tell me Why Lord, why? One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Forces of death knocking at your door One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Letters make you feel like a dirty whore KING OF THE DAMNED God or gods or goddesses Whichever one of you saved me Thank you for keeping me afloat When I was drowning with a red hand Wrapped around my throat Submerged myself for months on end Thought I'd forgotten how to swim Turns out I was still too scared to drown So instead of sinking to the bottom I took the devil down I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. Big Bang or Eclipse or Full Moon Whatever event put air in my lungs Thank you for reviving me When my veins were flooded With poison from a vile He gave it to me once, That wicked red man Told me it'd clear my head Well it flushed my bad thoughts Right into my blood Knew he'd come back for a sip Forgetting poison would be in it Every time it'd drip I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. I set Satan on fire! I killed the angel of death. I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. ©️CRC Entertainment / YM Records / CSJ Madhouse

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