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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋♡𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬: No Escape

There's got to be a way to pull your head out of that noose you made for yourself. Too bad Jungkook seems to be everywhere now that the week has started- and he's determined to snatch a bite of your heart.

Tags/Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Fuckgirl?Reader, Angst, Misunderstandings, Friends/Enemies to lovers, Very suggestive, adult, hurt and comfort, angst, Flirt!Jungkook, he's out for blood

Length: bite-sized (>3k)

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"So what? You told him you had sex before and actually didn't." Yoongi shrugs, looking at you from the other side of the table in the coffee shop. "Just tell him you lied."

"Yeah well I.. didn't just lie about that." You mumble, before you squeeze out what the real problem is. "I might've.. told him a lot of like wild stories and made up a whole persona that's not me at all." You rush out.

"Now why would you do that?" Yoongi asks with a little disappointment, and you whine, face in your hands as your legs kick around underneath the table.

"I don't know- I wanted him to like me!" You complain. "I wanted to talk to him but we have nothing in common and so I made up stuff to get his attention."

"Doesn't that guy have hobbies?" Yoongi wonders, brow raising. "His life can't just consist of sex. There's got to be something else."

"Well, he works at a gym as a boxing coach.. and he likes music festivals?" You say, before Yoongi silently watches you with judgement in his eyes. "Yoongi please, help me!" You complain, and he shrugs.

"I can't." He denies. "You gotta tell him. If he's half as nice as you say he is he'll be totally cool with it."

"No, he's gonna thing I'm lame and prudish." You huff down to your empty plate, cake already devoured.

"What do you have to lose anyways? Thought you were leaving for Busan." He argues softly. "So what if he doesn't like you? You're not staying anyways." He says, and you look at the crumbs, before a teardrop falls onto them. "Oh come on now, he's just a guy." Yoongi sighs, reaching out to wipe your cheeks without causing damage to your makeup.

"He's not." You mumble stubbornly. "He's cool, and nice, and handsome, and I like him-" you complain, pouting towards your friend. "-he's not just a guy." You say quietly.

"..You're a lost cause." Yoongi sighs, watching you.

Unable to really help.

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"You know, I'm still trying to figure out why you need to leave." Jungkook says, as he toes off his shoes at your entrance, before he walks inside after you towards your small, open kitchenette.

"Maybe cause I want to?" You huff back, not looking at him as he puts the plastic bag down, taking some icecream out of it to put into your freezer. He knows your apartment well at this point- he's even stayed over once or twice, said he likes your place and the 'vibes' it gives. It's a tiny place, barely enough to accommodate a single person-

but he says it feels like a home.

"Why is nothing packed then?" He asks, and you groan, rolling your eyes as you pour yourself a cup of hot tea to maybe help your growing headache.

"Cause I'm lazy and haven't started yet." You excuse, and he chuckles.

"Or because you just don't want to start." He responds, leaning back against your small table. "Come on now, I'm worried about you."

"Why?" You ask, genuinely confused. "Just cause you're gonna have someplace else to crash after drinking all night with Mingyu?" You accuse with playful intentions- but his face stays rather stern, serious as he shakes it no.

"Jimin said he saw you yesterday with someone at a cafe." He says, and you have to turn around again to not give away any of your expression. "He said you were crying-"

"Yeah well maybe someone dumped me?" You joke, trying to avoid the topic.

"Really? Thought I was the only guy you liked." He asks back, and you freeze for a good moment, blood suddenly cooling down to an icy temperature as the clock keeps ticking for a good moment. "Alright, come on lets watch our series instead. I'm sorry if I was too pushy." He apologizes, turning on your oven to heat it up for the frozen pizza he bought. "Did you remember what episode we were at last time?" He asks as he unwraps the pizza, and you shrug.

"Don't know." You answer, attention caught by the messages currently being received on his phone.

[Mary]: 'Thanks! Yeah I'm still sore from last…'

[Jimin]: 'Have fun, don't break her bed my fr…'

[Unknown]: 'Why Not? Hana said you fucke…'

"Snooping around?" Jungkook teases lowly into your ear as he reaches over your shoulder to grab his phone out of your sight. "I was wondering if we wanted to go to the beach together, tomorrow." He hums as he replies to the texts you assume, and you just shrug.

"Nah, go get your dick wet, I gotta pack anyways just like you said." You deny, washing your hands before you dry them on a small towel nearby.

"Who said I had something else to do?" He wonders, clearly confused, phone placed in the pocket of his sweats. "I offered because I don't have something to do tomorrow. Neither for the rest of the week." He says.

"Yeah well, sucks to be you then. I've got stuff to do." You say, trying to walk out, when he grabs after your shirt, keeping you close. It's not like you can't escape- just a gentle tug and he'd let you go, for sure.

"Why're you so angry with me?" He asks, and you sigh.

"I have a headache and I don't feel well, and you're kind of annoying me right now." You complain, feeling horrible to lie to him like that. But maybe you could make him dislike you- maybe that'll make things easier when you leave.

Maybe if he hates you it'll get a bit lighter.

"You're being unnecessarily difficult right now, you know?" He sighs, crossing his arms after letting you go. "I mean, it's obvious what we could have, isn't it? You like me, I like you- I'm honestly not sure what the problem is." He asks.

"I'm leaving-" You try and justify.

"You didn't let me close when you weren't leaving either." He chuckles. "You can just come out and tell me you're not interested in me past friendship. That's fine. But don't lead me on."

"I'm not leading you on?" You scoff. "Go and catch some post-nut-clarity or something, you're talking bullshit right now." You say.

"Am I?" He questions, walking after you out the kitchen into the living room, where he sits next to you on the couch. "Tell me you're not interested in me." He says, turning towards you. "Friendzone me."

"Why?" You ask, and the serious look on his face scares you.

"Because I can't move on from you if you don't." He confesses easily. It's always been easy. He's not like you- he's upfront and honest, he doesn't mask anything or hold back his words.

The silence between you both speaks volumes for a good moment or two.

"I'm not sure what's making you so hesitant to just.. take me." He tells you, before he smiles- and you're now even more intimidated by the challenging fire behind his eyes. "But I'll figure it out." He says.

"I'll make you stay."

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You're trying to lift the bag of groceries when a familiarly inked up arm takes them from you, and a chuckle is head. "Are you stealing my groceries right now?" You accuse him, standing back to full height to look at him with crossed arms.

"I was attempting to be a gentleman, actually." He jokes, as he walks next to you for a moment before he nods towards the parking lot in front of the store. "I'll drive you. Come on." He offers- or more so decides- and you hate that you instantly jump onto that opportunity.

His car is nice. It's cozy, with a hint of luxury due to the LED's inside and the rather sporty interior of it. He'd told you once that he got it second hand from a friend, and you know it's a pretty fast car too- but he never drives recklessly, or at least he doesn't when you're in the passenger seat.

It's uniquely him. It has the potential to be something over the top and awfully dangerous- but it isn't. It just.. looks like it.

"Have you found a new apartment yet?" Jungkook asks as he exits the parking lot after putting your stuff in the trunk, hands easily moving the steering wheel as he drives you home.

You stay quiet. You don't want to talk about it at all.

"Jimin can help. He said a friend of has recently moved- that apartment is still up for grabs I think." He offers, stopping at a red light. "I can ask him if you could have it."

"Are you giving up?" You ask, and he looks over at you, shrugging innocently.

"No." He says. "But I also don't want you to be homeless. I'd like to at least make sure you're alright." He tells you.

"You're acting like my boyfriend." You joke, and he laughs, before he licks his bottom lip, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"I could do more than just act the part, you know?" He says, laughing when you fall silent. "Listen, I'm not stopping until you talk to me, princess. I told you-" He starts his sentence, letting some people cross the road in front of him with a wave from his hand, before he continues driving. "-just friendzone me, and I'll let you go."

You know that- but you can't.

It's like your body physically denies even just the thought of saying that to him- and it's frustrating. You do want him, but you also can't have him. And most likely, he's not even interested in you, but the made-up persona you created that likes everything he does and adapts to every mood he might feel in any given moment.

The moment he parks in front of your apartment building, he reaches out to hold your shoulder, car radio faintly playing some pop song, engine silent. "Hey, if you're in trouble here, I can help you." He offers, awfully serious. "We all fucked up sometimes, running away from it won't help."

"I'm fine, thank you." You deny, getting out the car to open the trunk and take your stuff out- before he closes the trunk after you got your bags out, looking down at you after.

"I mean it, you know?" He tells you, and you roll your eyes back, groaning. "Don't think I'll let you go even if you move." He laughs, and suddenly, you freeze up.

You didn't take that into account. And from the sudden reaction, the smirk on his lips, he's realizing something too- something you did not want him to know.

"So you really are running away from me." He says, and you scoff.

"Why would I be running away from you?" You try and bite back, but he just shrugs, pouts his lips almost innocently.

"I guess that's what I'm trying to find out!" He exclaims, clearly desperate to push you just a little further to finally find out why you're trying to escape him. "What did I do-"

"Nothing-" You start, but he groans, turns to the side for a second as the frustration boils up in his veins.

"Well it's gotta be something if you're moving across the fucking country!" he whines, opening his palms towards you in a pleading gesture. "Talk to me." he asks, but you don't.

"...Thanks for bringing me home." You rush out instead, before you practically run towards your apartment building, leaving him behind with even more questions than answers.

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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago

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RANBOO ; youre too pretty to cry

summary ; getting comfort from a stranger in walmart

warnings ; language, guardian being an ass, slightly crying in a public setting, set around senior year ranboo

genre ; kinda angst kinda fluff

word count ; 652

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The comments your guardian made about college and your grades were starting to get to your head. You couldn't even go shopping with them without being harassed by "You need to get your grades up" and "You need to get college plans in order"

You didn't want to start a fight in public, so you stay silent, ignoring their words.

"Go back to the freezers and get me some pierogis please, I forgot to get them while we were back there"

You nod, turning around to walk back to the freezer aisles in search of a blue bag of the potato and cheese filled dumplings. The usual facade of niceness your guardian put on after basically yelling at you was usual and tiring. You didn't even understand why you had to be here with them. You just wanted to lie down and cry.

You're able to locate the familiar, large bag after a solid 3 minutes, the store having relocated some items since your last visit. You didn't know which size your guardian wanted, and you were already stressed and overstimulated. You feel your eyes well with tears as you do your best to logically think and hold them back, but you fail.

Silent droplets of tears fall from your eyes, which you quickly wipe away. You stand in front of the freezers, feeling more lost than you ever have, somehow.

Your hands tremble as you shove them in your pockets, pulling your phone out to text your guardian, informing them you were running to the bathroom quickly and would find them back at the bakery section. You shove your hands and phone back in your pockets, walking back to the bathroom at the back of the store, your head hung low.

You quickly speed-walk to the back, face flushed as you hold back your tears. You feel weak, but you feel overstimulated, some sort of justification for your actions. You almost run into someone as you turn down the video game aisle, stopping dead in your tracks to let them pass as you mumble a sorry.

The person looks down at you, they stand a solid six feet tall, wear a plain black shirt covered by a jacket, colored medium grey with red sleeves and a red and white striped collar, paired with some black cargo pants and sneakers. They have short, brown hair, which looks halfway fried from thermal tools. They also wear a black cloth mask, hiding half of their face. They were probably about your age, just very tall.

"Are you okay?" They ask, pointing out your watery eyes and nervous stature like you were about to explode.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good" You nod, looking away, "Sorry for getting in your way"

Wow, that's awkward.

"It's fine. Uh, are you sure?" He asks, "You look like you need a hug." He looks at you with a calm look, eyebrows slouched as he looks with a little bit of worry before he realizes how it sounds. "I swear I'm not a creep, just an empath or something"

You lightly chuckle, "Can't believe I'm about to accept a hug from a stranger in the Walmart video game aisle."

He opens his arms up, inviting you into the warmth. "My name's Ranboo"

You slightly smile, wrapping your arms around their torso. "Y/n. Thanks, Ranboo"

You barely cry, but your stress is relieved, at least.

"You're too pretty to cry, okay? You're strong and awesome, and I don't even know you" They speak, rubbing your back a bit.

You smile, "Thanks"

After some small talk, you thank the boy, and share information to maybe stay in touch, which you'd definitely use to apologize profusely for this whole situation when you properly recovered from the embarrassment. You walk back to the freezer aisles after waving goodbye, leaving him to walk towards the arts and crafts aisles.

Maybe some strangers aren't so scary.

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #ranboo oneshot #ranboo imagine #they/them reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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s0ulsniper · 1 year ago

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hi !! I love your work and I was wondering if you could maybe do a albert x !gn reader? with prompts 40 and 3 :) it’s okay if not I 100% understand I just thought i’d ask !! have a good day/afternoon/night and take care ! <3

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Hi anon !! :)

thank you for being so nice every time I see this it basically makes me cry.

sorry this took so long !!

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Prompts:

40.) "How many times have I told you already? Sit still !"

3.) "I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to."

Summary: after a long day of aimlessly messing around your town, you and albert both decide to go home after being kicked out of a Walmart.

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The door screeches shut while you kick the snow off your shoes.

Albert cannot stop laughing, of course. Even though you were tired, you couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"hopefully no one caught that- actually I hope they did. that would be something funny to post about." You admit putting your shoes and coat by the door.

"what? you falling off the top of the freezers because you thought it was a good idea to hit a kickflip on top of it?" albert questions hanging his coat over yours chuckling.

"well... yes." you answer. "i'm gonna shower, and then were gonna make a pillow fort and watch the marvel timeline."

you pivot on your foot to cleanse yourself from the dirt. your side ached, feeling sore of something. you suspected it was from the fall. the freezers weren't very high but it definitely took something out of you falling face first into the cold, hard floor.

you walk into albert's room and open a drawer, one specifically dedicated for when you stay the night. which was almost every night, so it's turned into you and albert just sharing clothes.

you pull some comfy shorts and baggy shirt from your drawer. you quizzed at why one of albert's shirts was in your drawer but why even think? it's a pretty nice band tee.

after you clean yourself up, you drag yourself downstairs, your blanket slumped over your shoulder.

"alberttt-" you call.

you hear him answer from in the living room, some sort of weird noise as response.

you walk into the dimly lit room to see the tv set up to the first movie to watch.

most of the pillow fort was already set up, which consisted of a couple pillows on the floor. looking more of a pillow ruin than the fort itself.

you sigh but decide to leave it, too tired to try to rebuild.

"what happened here?"

"well I built the fort... but I had the urge to jump on it." he pauses. "and I did."

you laugh at his antics but step your way to the couch.

you both lay on the couch, the marvel movies playing while you drown yourselves in the feeling of being tangled in each other.

"my head is killing me.." you mumble against albert's chest, which heavies in rhythm with your breaths.

albert sounds to say something but pauses, hesitating.

"I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to." he proposes.

you quirk your head up, heart getting excited at the thought of the event.

"please." you laugh.

he guides you to situp, pointing you to the spot off but against the couch, between his legs.

you feel his fingers on your hair and your body relaxes, eyes threatening to shut while he messages your head.

you couldn't help but keep fidgeting and moving around, trying to stay awake to savor the moment was important.

yut nevertheless, you feel your head droop.

"sit still, n/n-" he urges, carefully braiding your hair.

you apologize with half-lidded eyes. the battle of the century.

"how many times have I told you already? sit still !" albert complains.

"I'm sorry al, I'm just tired."

you feel him loosen, guilt enveloping from your incoherent response.

"I'm almost done, n/n.."

he finishes in no time, reaching for your hair tie to complete the style.

You thank him, the loose braid and head message helped enough for you to dooze off.

he helps you up, guiding you to lay against him on the couch, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

you incoherently keep thanking him as you fall into your sleep, and his heart leaps at it.

he just found you so adorable whenever you were like this.

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TAGS 🏷️:

#flamingo x reader #albert aretz #albert aretz x reader #albert x reader #flamingo

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leviathans-watching · 1 year ago

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comfort (food)

day 6: midnight snacks, crying

includes: beel & asmo

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: bad friend's suck :( .... for @ombrotherlylove2023

Stomach rumbling, Beel slides out of bed, careful not to disturb his twin. A midnight snack sounds perfect, especially since he’s pretty sure he saw some waffles in the freezer that he can combine with some of the leftover fried chicken from dinner. Levi thought he hid his leftovers well, but not well enough to keep them from him.

Drooling at the prospect, Beel walks down the stairs, freezing when he sees someone already in the kitchen. Who else would be up at this hour, and sitting in the dark, no less?

“I’m turning on the lights,” Beel warns, and does, revealing Asmo. Huh. Usually, he’d be asleep by now, something about body rhythm and skin health and all the stuff Beel doesn’t really get.

“That’s bright,” Asmo mutters, shading his eyes from the sudden influx of light, but not before Beel sees how they’re red-rimmed and bloodshot. He moves to the fridge, wondering if he should say something. Asmo never cries.

Silence falls between them as Beel pulls out the waffles and finds Levi’s leftovers, but he can only take so many sniffles before he’s obligated to ask, “Is everything okay?”

“What?” Asmo asks. “Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Well,” he takes a deep breath, “actually, no they’re not. But it’s stupid. So.”

“You can still tell me,” Beel encourages quietly, putting four waffles in the toaster. His back is to Asmo, a small privacy in their kitchen. “I don’t care if it’s stupid.”

“It’s like, really stupid,” Asmo warns, and Beel shrugs. He’s not going to force Asmo to tell him.

“Okay.”

“Well, basically, a friend of mine is being really weird and I don’t know why. I feel like she’s been excluding me and stuff, but I also wondered if it was in my head, since we’re usually so close. But then another friend of mine asked me about it, confirming it’s actually happening, which is nice because now I know I’m not crazy, but also sucks since that means she is deliberately putting distance between us,” he says in one breath. “And then I had this gut feeling, and I just checked Devilgram, and she unfollowed me! Me!”

Beel’s not all that into social media but even he knows that’s a big deal.

“So anyway, now I’ve been following her one-sidedly for who knows how long, looking like an idiot, and I don’t even know what I did wrong! And she’s being so rude and won’t talk to me, and it sucks because I really liked her. When people you think are cool don’t feel the same it really sucks.”

Beel pulls the chicken out of the microwave, turning towards Asmo. “I’m sorry that’s happening,” he says seriously. “It sounds like she’s being a real jerk.”

Asmo lets out a watery laugh. “She is.”

“She’s not worth your time. Anyone who’d blow off you doesn’t know what they’re doing,” Beel continues, words coming out a little awkwardly but heart-felt, something Asmo seems to realize. “Even if she does try to be your friend again, don’t let her. She sounds slimy and fake.”

“Wow, you’re not holding back,” Asmo observes, and Bele shrugs again.

“Well. She made you cry. Anyone who makes you cry is demon scum.”

“Awww,” Asmo says, dabbing at his eyes delicately with his sleeve, “you care about me!”

“Of course I do,” Beel says quietly, pouring syrup all over his creation. Asmo watches, raptly.

“Enough to share that with me?”

Bele looks down, at his chicken and waffles, then back up at Asmo, who blinks pleadingly. His stomach grumbles again, but his heart lets out a stronger pang. “Fine,” he agrees reluctantly, circling the island and pulling out the stool next to Asmo’s. “Just this once, though.”

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mioyeo · 2 years ago

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Watch your back : chapter 3

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, mean Seonghwa, poor behavior, heavy outburst, a lot of crying , being stood up, yelling , arguing , Seonghwa manhandling the Reader , Reader yelling and destroying things , comfort hours with San , slut shaming , Rin putting on Reader’s clothes again etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea , @layzfeelit , @loverlele , @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz ,

This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

Word count : 2,4k

She made herself a bowl of ice cream and sat down in the kitchen with her mini iPad

Everyone else was in the living room binge watching series , she also wanted to join them but there was no " place " on their large couch

Please move your covering the screen

You'll have to go sit somewhere else there is no place to sit for you at the moment, and nobody wants to move from their comfortable position

It was always San and Seonghwa making these excuses as the others just watched and said nothing against it

" We are going to the amusement park get ready quickly before we leave "

Jongho said looking at her as she ate ice cream

" I'll be finished in a minute "

He left the kitchen with her after she put her unfinished ice cream back in the freezer

" Hwa ! Have you seen my red floral dress? "

She went inside his room seeing him change into some ripped jeans

" No , is it not in your room ? "

" I've searched there and in the other rooms but it wasn't there , besides most of my dresses are here in your room along with my purses "

He went into his closet and pulled out a baby blue dress that stopped right on her knees

" Put this on , I like when you wear it "

He pressed a light kiss on her cheek and went out to the living room where the rest was

She changed quickly and grabbed her blue purse to match along with her flower earrings

" We can go now I'm finish- "

The girl looked in disbelief seeing where her dress actually was at , she was wearing it

" Why are you wearing my stuff ? "

Y/n sighed and looked at the boys

" Y/n it's just a dress I get it you don't want her to be wearing your stuff but just be nice this once please it doesn't cost much to share "

Hongjoong held her chin up

She gritted her teeth and quietly walked out with her mood completely dropped

And so was the whole ride to the amusement park , quiet as the others sang along to some songs Jongho played from his playlist

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The girl sat down on her phone it's been a while that she's been sitting there after searching for them around the huge park

It was obvious they ditched her to go on rides with the other one , so she grew tired of searching for them and just settled down on watching people play the shooting games to win prices for their partners or friends

" Let me guess ditched again ? "

Someone sat down in front of her smiling

" Yeah , now I'm here watching people "

She smiled back recognizing who it was

It's raining come on I'll drive you home

" Yeah I just saw you eyeing the guy who won a teddy for his girlfriend "

He smiled softly handing her one of the cotton candy sticks he was holding

" Thank you , but why are you alone here ? "

" Oh no I'm actually with my friends here"

" Ah I see , but where are they ? "

She looked around for any signs of his friends

" They are in the horror house "

" Why didn't you go ? are you perhaps scared "

" First of all I won't lie so I'm going to admit that I don't like these stuff and I'm kind of scared , that's why I can't watch scary movies "

" That's ok my boyfriend's can't either but prefer to play brave "

She giggled eating the candy

" Did you go on any rides here ? "

" No , I actually didn't get the chance since i was searching around like a lunatic for them "

" Well give me the honor to go on rides with you then , I didn't get to ride many of them "

He smiled at her standing up and extending his hands but she just smiled blushing

" Do you really want to hold my hand ? "

" Why not ? Come on let's have some fun "

Y/n took his hand smilingly, she never held hands with the boys outside after Rin came

Can't you walk on your own ?

I don't want my hands to get sweaty

Stop being so clingy, your not a child for me to hold your hands all the time

" What to you think about Fly ? "

" You mean the ones we ride upside down ? "

He nodded dragging her towards the waiting line where people stood excitedly

" I'm really scared , I actually just ride the ones for kids to be honest "

She looked at him scared hearing all types of screams from people having fun and the ones regretting their life decisions

" Don't be scared we can hold our hands during the ride if that's ok with you "

He moved forward as they were the next ones

" I'm definitely going to scream like that girl that just came out looking done with life "

He laughed looking at the girl who's hair where messy and the other one who laughed at her

" Please put all your belongings into the locker and lock it with the given wristbands "

He grabbed her purse and her belongings putting it together inside with his locking it

She smiled at how he switched into gentleman mode

" Please move down to row 2 with your girlfriend and secure your belts "

The worker instructed for them to go forward

" So girlfriend are you ready ? "

She chuckled as he sat down with her securing her belt and later on his own

" If you hold my hand I'll be more than ready "

Both looked at each other smiling holding their hands together as they relaxed on their seats

As soon it started they screamed , Y/n closed her eyes but remembered he was holding her hands so she opened them again

" This is so fun ! "

His giggles were heard and soon after hers

" Yoohooooo ! "

She laughed looking at him stick out his tongue letting it dance with the strong wind

Let's just say both had fun for the whole day

——x——

She was laying down on the couch with her phone as she texted her new friend thanking him for the giant teddy bear and bringing her home again after dinner

The girl giggled at how he sent her funny pictures of himself and his friends , she was also added to their chat

" He's so funny I can't "

She kept on laughing but than stopped when she received a privat message

She smiled to herself snuggling further into the bear not noticing the door opening with giggling and loud jokes being told by Jongho

The girl didn't pay mind to them as she kept on texting the guy who kept on talking about how he wanted to take her to the cinema and respectfully asking if her boyfriends would be ok with it

" Yeah it was so fun we should do this more often , I honestly enjoyed tonight "

They came to a stop at the living room

" Where have you been Y/n ? "

The girl was to busy texting that she didn't knowledge someone approaching her

" When I talk to you answer me "

Seonghwa hissed , he didn't like to be ignored at all specially when he was talking to the person and they didn't knowledge his presence

" Why are you so rough , hello to you too "

She rolled her eyes turning off her phone and stood up to go to the kitchen but was grabbed back and yanked harshly towards his chest

" Seonghwa ! Stop being so aggressive "

" But I was talking to you so answer me "

" I got tired , and you ditched me there on the food court so I had enough and went home "

" You could've called any of us to inform "

" Well check your phones for messages and missed calls then , I'm pretty sure you turned it off so nobody disturbs your little date "

She tried loosening her arm but he just wouldn't give up instead he held tighter

" Do not get smart with me Y/n "

" Seonghwa please let go of me , firstly I'm tired and secondly your hurting my arm "

She gave him a bored look since he was acting very childish towards her at the moment

" Baby let her go I'm tired let's go sleep "

Rin said whining , he went closer and smelled mens cologne out of his girlfriends body

" So your going around sleeping with other guys now huh ? As if we eight are not enough "

" Please Seonghwa don't start , I’m not sleeping with anyone else stop being ignorant ”

Mingi picked up the huge bear unamused

" So you have guys buying you gifts now ? "

" Please , he won it and gave it to me since I like bears and wanted to keep it "

She tried grabbing the bear back but Yeosang held her back into his embrace

" Are we not enough for you ? "

Yunho growled at her as he stomped on the bear getting it dirty with his shoes

" Why are you doing this ? it's just a simple gift given to me by a friend ! "

" So that's why you left earlier ? "

Seonghwa went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, he was angry for some reason after seeing the mini pictures of his girl and some guy in the photobooth as she sat on his lap smiling brightly on the back of her phone

" Let's see if your Prince Charming will come and buy you another ugly giant bear "

He stabbed the bear open completely ruining it spilling the cotton everywhere as Y/n stood there with tears threatening to fall at any second , she grew to love the bear already and seeing her boyfriend destroy it over jealousy made her angry

" Seonghwa you know your problem is ? Your insecure about someone else making a move on me because your a shit of a boyfriend ! "

She yanked herself out of Yeosang's grip

" And you guys wouldn't be so mad about me meeting him if Yunho didn't ditch me in the rain when I waited for him at the hospital to come back which he never did ! "

Tears pored out off her eyes as she looked them in the eyes yelling at every single one of them

" Call me a shit of a boyfriend again "

He grabbed her harshly

" I'll do it because you are ! "

The next thing heard was a hard object come in contact with the wall , it was her phone being smashed by a angry Seonghwa that breathed hard as the words she said sunk in

" If it weren't for you being such a boring girlfriend I'd love you more ! "

The girl collected her phone before storming upstairs towards her room and coming back with a big frame with a picture inside , it was the gift he gave her where she and Seonghwa smiled softly while kissing for their third anniversary and smashed it on the ground with rage ripping the picture apart as the pieces feel to his feet

" I hate you so much , you ain't the same Seonghwa I once knew ! "

The girl took her promise ring off throwing it onto his face as she wiped her tears

" Have fun with your entertaining girlfriend from now on since she's more interesting and everything you crave for "

" Baby you can't- "

" No Mingi , let her leave since she thinks she's going to be better off without me "

Seonghwa looked her dead in the eyes

" I never depended on you Seonghwa , I have nothing more to say other than asking for your girlfriend to return my dress "

" Y/n he didn't mean what he said baby come on he is just jealous you know him "

Wooyoung tried calming both down but was shoved aside

" I'm not jealous of a hoe that isn't already satisfied by her boyfriends "

" O-Oh so I am a hoe now ? "

" Yes I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me they slept with you "

" Your the worst person I have ever met I despise you Seonghwa ! "

She ran upstairs into her room slamming it shut and sliding down her door with tears

Seonghwa also stormed towards his room shutting the door as angry tears streamed down , he couldn't believe she told him that she hated him

" Do you guys think we went overboard ? "

Jongho asked feeling guilty for the scene that just occurred in front of them as he picked up the broken frame cleaning the glass

" This is all my fault "

Yunho sat down on the couch groaning as he brushed his hair back

" I think we all made them come to this point "

Hongjoong said as he put the cotton back into the bear so he could sew it back in later

" Let's just go to sleep "

_____

Everyone had went into their own rooms nobody shared with anyone today , it just didn't feel right

The silence was getting bigger and bigger as everyone was asleep except two people who sat on their beds and waited for each other to open the door and make up

Seonghwa was already at his door building up the courage to open it

Y/n wiped her tears as she sat there in the darkness rethinking if it was really necessary fighting with someone she loved dearly

Seonghwa had enough and went towards her room , he couldn't bear the tension between them

As he was about to reach her door someone else had already went in , he bawled his fists with tears falling onto his shirt he messed up big this time

" S-Seonghwa ? "

She sniffed thinking he just had come in

" No love it's San "

He sighed and brushed his hair back before climbing onto bed with her

" What are you doing here ? "

He scooted closer and hugged her

" I'm so sorry for today , about Seonghwa- "

" It's ok , if that's how he feels I'll respect it "

She actually wanted to bawl her eyes out on Seonghwa's chest and tell him how much she loved the other elder

" Are you sure you mean what your saying? "

" Yes San I can't change anything about it he hurt me first "

He kissed her forehead softly as she relaxed in his arms , he wanted to make her feel better despite having been a jerk to her the past days

" Sanie make me forget about him please "

" Is that what you really want ? Do you-"

" I don't want to keep on thinking about him "

He embraced and kissed her softly as she buried her fingers into his shirt sobbing

She poured out her pain as he stood outside listening to everything with tears

" I'll make you forget the pain tonight "

San promised her as he continued to kiss her forehead softly rubbing her back

Seonghwa finally went back into his room and laid down , he was heartbroken but knew it was also his fault the one he loved was deeply hurt and upset with him and he couldn't reverse it

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waltwhitmansbeard · 2 years ago

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🫂 (comforting hugs) with Percy and Keyleth? always need more of these two’s friendship in my life.

Send me emoji(s) and I'll write a drabble gonna set this one in my vamp machina au.

Percy drops the groceries onto the kitchen counter with a sigh. A third-floor walk-up is a bitch when he's got a week's worth of food for two in his hands. He starts to unpack the first canvas tote, calling, "Keyleth, can you help me with these?"

There's some shuffling from behind Keyleth's closed bedroom door, and then it opens, and she's smiling a too-bright smile that doesn't reach her eyes, which are red and swollen. "Hey! Didn't hear you come up." She quickly comes around into the kitchen to begin putting the refrigerated stuff away.

Percy frowns. "Are...you okay?"

She keeps her head buried in the fridge. "Yeah! How was the grocery store? Did you get the kefir or were they out again?"

"Keyleth."

She's moved up to the freezer now, stowing away a few bags of frozen vegetables. "It's fine if they were out, I just like the probiotics, you know—"

"Keyleth, why were you crying?"

She scoffs. "I wasn't crying."

He puts a hand on her shoulder, and her whole body freezes. "I didn't think we had to hide this kind of stuff from each other."

Which was apparently the wrong thing to say, because she wheels on him, the façade dropped entirely. "Really? You think we don't hide things from each other?"

Percy's stomach sinks, and he can feel the heat starting to rise in his neck. He drops his hand. "So that's what this is about."

The tears come so fast, seemingly always waiting just below the surface. "That's what I thought." She turns back toward the fridge. "You don't want to talk about it, and so we won't." She sniffs and begins shuffling the food around to make room for the new groceries.

Not since his sisters were murdered has someone managed to make him feel like such shit in so few words. What is he supposed to say? Yes, Keyleth, please tell me all about the status of your relationship with the undead monster you refuse to let me kill. He is, of course, deeply curious as to what had her crying alone in her room, but he'd be lying if he said a big part of why wasn't that he was looking for an excuse to finally sink a stake into Vax's heart.

"Did he..." The words taste like ash on his tongue. "Did you get in a fight?"

Keyleth brushes past him, rolling her eyes, to pick up another bag off the counter. "No." She returns to the fridge. "We didn't fight."

This conversation is going to be like pulling teeth, apparently. "Then why..."

She slams the fridge door shut. "Because I miss him! Because it's bright fucking daylight and I want to go walk around the park with my boyfriend and I can't! And I can't say anything about it because he already feels like shit over something he can't control or change, and I could go without him but then I'd see all the other happy couples enjoying the sunshine and I'd feel terrible, and crying doesn't solve anything but I don't know what else to do because I love him and this whole situation just sucks and I can't talk to my best friend about it because he's a dick!"

The tears are flowing fast by the end, and she claps a hand over her mouth to keep a sob in. Percy doesn't even think about it, just steps forward to wrap her up in a hug, both arms squeezing her in tight as she falls apart into his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispers, running a hand up and down her shaking back. "I'm sorry that you miss him and I'm sorry that the situation sucks and I'm sorry that I'm a dick."

He holds her as she cries, lets the ice cream start to melt and the butter start to soften and the rift between them start to close. He's not ready to make nice with her vampire boyfriend, as important as he is to her, but even he can admit that he can make some strides to stop making an already difficult circumstance even harder for her. He does not approve, cannot approve, will not approve, but she is her own person, wiser and kinder than he will ever hope to be, and if this...vampire is what makes her happy, then he can at least hold his tongue and let her be happy.

After some time, he murmurs, "If...you would like, I can clear out of the apartment tonight. Give you two some space."

She sniffles, straightening up and wiping at her eyes. "I think we're going to go out, actually. Vax thinks I spend too much time cooped up inside." She rolls her eyes with a smile, and Percy's stomach sours at the thought of this undead thing knowing his best friend as well as he does. "But...I just don't want to have to hide from you, Percy. There's so much hiding already. So much fear. It sucks when it comes from one of my favorite people in the world."

He presses a kiss to her forehead. "You're right. I'm sorry. I...cannot promise overnight change. But I can try to be better."

She smiles hopefully. "Thank you, Percy. I really don't ever want to not have you in my life. You're my family."

"You're my family, too." He tips his head toward the groceries. "But we're gonna starve if we let all this food rot on our counters."

They resume stowing their groceries, and though the river between them remains frozen, the thawing ice gives Percy hope for a spring yet to come.

#ask #Anonymous #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #critical role au #cr au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #tlovm au #my fic #vamp machina au

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attackradish · 8 months ago

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Hello my mental health is the worst it’s been all year. If not longer

I could verify this by going through my vent tag but I am not going to because that takes time. This trait of mine is part of the problem but I’m not in a place to fix that right now.

ANYWAYS why am I like this. I have some inklings as to why.

Work is now opening an hour sooner. Meaning I have to wake up earlier and I have been losing sleep as a result. This is not good for the Mental Health

Current drama with a coworker that I am not going to go into that because it’s complicated and rather stupid.

Today was supposed to be my Tax Day where I did my Taxes but I was hit by dread this morning so I didn’t get around to it until like 5PM and then realized I don’t have one of my W2 forms and I can’t go looking around for that because my dad will tell me how stupid I am and how I never care about anything and am doing this on purpose. And I actually can’t care about anything I feel, but it’s not like I’m not trying it’s just that I have no soul.

I cannot give my friends the attention they deserve. I am burnt out I have no energy left for being a friend and yet there are people who miss me. And I can’t be there often enough for them not to miss me. I am neglecting them and I am a terrible person but I need to be alone.

I really do feel that I have reached my full potential. There is simply not enough caring or gumption or whatever it is I’m missing in this body of mine to achieve anything further. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move out or date or even get a job I like better than DQ. I’m done being closeted in my parents house and I’m ready to quit early.

I can’t quit early. Firstoff I have friends who care about me, and I can’t imagine what it’d do to them. I’ve got a baby niece in the house too who smiles when she sees me so I gotta live for her too. And that’s not mentioning how difficult and impractical non-painful methods of dying are. Seriously. Best option I have is locking myself in the walk in freezer with a CO2 canister, but I learned from a cool book I read that high concentrations of CO2 will make you feel like you’re suffocating, and the best gas for that purpose is Nitrogen. Which costs money and is very conspicuous.

I also don’t want to die. I just want the suffering to be over, and death really seems to be the only way out aside from Miracles like universal housing passing within the next year or two, or I attain Godhood and can just do as I please. I think about dying and it makes me want to cry. Being on the verge of tears for long periods of time really does something for my perception of my mental health, being that I haven’t been like this since the family dog died. Maybe crying would do me good.

I should probably get a therapist but I don’t have time or energy for my friends, scheduling these things takes time and effort and I don’t want to have to talk to my parents about it. I should probably get antidepressants. Also my laundry basket from yesterday isn’t even all the way filled up and it’s 9:58. And I have work tomorrow but no uniforms. God I just need to rest.

BUT HERE’S THE THING ABOUT REST. I’VE ALREADY HAD A WEEK OFF OF WORK BECAUSE OF THE FEVER. MY JOB IS UNDERSTAFFED AND I CANT MAKE THEM SUFFER THROUGH THAT AGAIN AT SUCH SHORT NOTICE.

Anyways I have been putting no effort into finding a place since like last year, or finding a therapist. Or really anything. I’m not sure if I can even do that. I have reached my limit. I’m simply not much substance. I’m nice to have around and talk to but quite frankly I don’t have it in me to actually survive on my own. I don’t have it in me to die either. So who knows what is going to happen. I’m going to rot forever. Dying a slow death with nothing but fantasy to dull the edges.

I have a friend who’s offered to let me crash at their place, but I can’t take them up on that offer because I’ll just be the same lifeless rock that I am. Forever. And I can’t do that to them. If I can’t break free on my own then I’m afraid I never will. My chrysalis will just stay gathering dust. Sapping resources. I need to grow wings but I don’t know if I can.

So here I remain. Closeted at my parent’s house. Probably forever. The brain does not engage. I’ve been dead for years but the body still breathes. This is all I am and it is not enough. I’m gonna pretend I live in Star Wars now until I forget the useless thing that I am. I have work tomorrow.

#vent.tw #Suicide mention #Literally I cannot kill myself. I lack the executive function and the conviction #If I had enough motivation to get sleeping pills or nitrogen or whatever I’d have enough to get an apartment and be free from this mess #God. I’m going to die of old age #Anyways I was considering going to a friend over this but I have not invested enough in those friendships to just dump this on one of them #Out of the blue

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calypso-finale · 1 year ago

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Hundred Twenty Six.

I feel like my parents are coming home, walking by the cleaners. I am not saying that I am dirty, but you never know, it might not be to the standard of Rylee, with me using her home I have to be a good person and make sure it’s all clean for her arrival, even got her bedroom cleaned and Aziel room, I don’t exactly go in those rooms so I thought you never know it might be dusty, I’ve restocked the fridge and freezer. It looks good, I mean they are just doing the living room right now, but they have done a good job “oh now you wake up” Damson literally slept in and mind you the cleaners want to do the room we are in “I am so sorry, ladies I am sorry. I apologise; I was tired” side eyeing him “that partying” I pointed, he grabbed my hand laughing “it was a small get together ok, you didn’t want to come, how is that my fault” he pulled me into a hug “well I had to fix Rylee coffee table and things, just had to fix it. You broke that too!!” I spat “ssshhh” he shushed me “don’t shush me, who told you to stand on it” I swatted him away “you literally was crying about a spider on the lights, what the hell” I mean he is right but still, he broke it “look at you all scared that big sister is coming home” he’s so annoying “because she will be mad with me, not you” I said to him because he’s here too busy just teasing me “awww big sister is coming home and you’re scared” annoying ass “you can make me some lunch please, thanks” walking off “wow” he can make me lunch since he wants to be a clown currently, he is saying I am being like this because my sister is coming but she will be pissed, this isn’t my house. We are currently looking for one and it was nice of her to let us stay, well me but he was added on. I cannot let her think I’m taking liberties but I wonder if Imani being here will upset Rylee, but I can’t leave her out of it, wait till Rylee finds out that Juke is here in America, I am worried about all this and I’m just stressed out because I want my family all there, just a mess. Rylee and Oakley have been in a bubble and honestly they don’t know we have been seeing all the drama here, the drama we keep away from them because my mom wants them to marry quick and the arguments will push them back so this is a mess.

“My little petal” Damson and that damn voice “why do you do that” I laughed “well what’s wrong? You seem so sad” I scoffed “North and Kim are going to be at the event, so I haven’t told her” Damson laughed “I spoke to my guy, he said he isn’t coming” I pulled a face “oh he is coming, he’s lying to you” I laughed “he said he isn’t, he goes he’s busy and that he doesn’t have the time and he apologises. That Rylee is pressuring him, but he can’t” I shook my head “I bet you a blowjob that he does because he is, Rylee said he is coming. That boy is whipped Damson, and he is lying to you but then also they don’t know the drama that has been happening here too” he let out an oh “how come? So he don’t know Juke is here?” Shaking my head “he don’t, they don’t know any of this and I can’t just say Kim Kardashian can’t come, like I don’t know. They are walking into mess, what should I do?” Damson sat back in the chair “then you tell them when they come, I really am invested in the drama, so I am being with you forever” I laughed out “oh god, stop it. I am sick of my dad coming to see you, this is why we are moving away from them” Damson is laughing too much “I said to him when are you going back to Vegas, and he said not any time soon. I like seeing the friends” Damson shook his head laughing “your dad is character; I like the guy a lot. You know how much gaming we did? Oh he a good guy” I pulled a face “when I marry, I mean if I do then I will for him” he is such a trip “every guy loves my dad, like he is not that cool. He is the most annoying human on planet so you think I should just tell them? I am telling you now he is coming, you don’t believe me” Damson thinks I am lying when I know he is “we will see but he gently let me down, my guy wouldn’t do that but yeah just say it. Like I mean she knows that you know Saint is one of the people as an extra in the show, she might have forgotten” she probably has “her and North are like thr toxic best friends that know too much of each other, but apparently she is a new person and is different but then also she was talking shit about Rylee so yeah” I groaned out, so much drama and my mom made me not say a thing “family” my dad is here, of course he is.

I laughed seeing my dad “cleaners?” he pointed “yeah, well big sister is coming home today, and I have to make sure it’s perfect for her, after all she is letting me stay here. How come you’re here? Aziel hasn’t arrived yet” my dad sat down “erm, I know I am tracking them but just come to see Damson, discussing suits, what colour theme. Family, we wear same” I shook my head “see what I mean, this is what I am saying. Family, don’t be mad because you’re a spare part” he is a trip “also mom wants to try and keep Imani away, I am going to tell her she can’t come” raising an eyebrow “but I told her she can come without the tag along? I said Oakley is coming so?” my dad shook his head “she said she doesn’t want her to be there, she is a troublemaker and in a mode of fucking up, so I am going to see her, this was really a flying visit. And I can’t wait to see my grandson and that Momo is unwell, she is not feeling too good” letting out an oh “that isn’t good, is mom ok?” he shrugged “she is just keeping herself entertained, this drama with her kids, I said to her look we can’t make them marry but then I found out, Momo wants to see it. She keep saying it’s her turn to you know” my dad laughed “no, I mean it’s not funny but yeah, just a mess. Oakley when speaking to him hasn’t said he would take up our offer, he just was like ok when asked again” I pulled a face “but Rylee said that he is accepting it?” I rolled my eyes “why is life such a mess, anyways did you get Juke out of the motel with Imani?” Damson snorted laughing “I laughed so hard when I heard that, Ti just randomly said Imani is in a motel, I have never been to this before but why. You are so bougie” he shook his head “you tease me too much, asshole” putting a finger up at him “uh yeah she in an apartment. I can’t continue to beat him, we have to let it happen, because we have the funds under control she can only afford the basics in regards to our lifestyle so we know, she ain’t getting shit until she can act right, but then I am like are we playing into her shit? We need Juke to fuck up, he nearly cried seeing me at night with my boys, like tears” I chuckled “just got to let it be dad, I am sorry” he shrugged “but I am going to speak to her, Robyn is head on with Rylee, can’t upset her but she is coming to shit. I told her this. That woman” my mom at times makes the wrong decisions.

I didn’t know my mom and the gang were coming, I am so confused I thought it would be peace, Damson has gone anyways to a meeting and my sister will be here soon “you keep walking around confused” my mom asked me, but I am “I didn’t expect you all here that is all” my mom laughed “why wouldn’t I want to see my daughter and grandchild” I shrugged “I don’t know, maybe I just wanted peace oh she is here “what is even this!?” Rylee spat but she is smiling “Rylee, you came” my mom gushed, I guess I win that bet because Oakley is here, he is giving me something. Smirking to myself “Hello” my baby sister said to Aziel, but he hid and went to Oakley “I don’t think he likes you my girl, welcome because to the better side” Oakley pulled a face “yeah, I mean it’s good to be here” he is liar “shocked you came” he laughed “erm, I think I agreed to it in the moment” I snorted laughing “you men! Y’all are so funny” shaking my head “I see my home is looking so sparkly” hugging Rylee “aww you know me, clean freak” I lied “oh really!?” she spat which made me laugh “I am happy you’re home, forget anything else” I said “I know, it’s nice to be home. This is home but you know” I sighed out “love” moving back from the hug “yeah, that” she rolled her eyes “but it’s nice to be in some sun and people that are like me, Emi! Hello” she ran to Rylee “LeeLee” poking my lips out “you both besties?” I said, “they both talk on facetime a lot because of Aziel runs away and leaves my daughter alone” Aziel isn’t happy “you not coming to TT?” walking over to him “no TT” he pointed “no TT? But TT got a new car and she wants her nephew in front?” he looked at his dad “really?” nodding my head “I do baby, give me a hug and I can show you” he made his way over to me “he is easy like his dad” Oakley laughed “man, you funny” he pointed.

I know Rylee has jet lag and everyone is here just being loud while Aziel is being a brat, he is not happy to be here at all and is just clinging onto Rylee “you should have left him with Grace” I regret it now “stop it, I thought like why have Grace, we have Amelia here and then she can get time off. She did offer and I said to her stay home, you’re ok. Mom will be happy to take care of him. Aziel, tell me what is wrong? You’re grown, so why are you being a baby? Your uncles want to play with you” he shook his head, he is not in the mood “I want home” letting out an oh “that is rude, this is home” I reached over but he moved his arm “reminds me to not have kids” I laughed “I know, that plus the jet lag, I am tired. Mom when are you going?” my mom looks offended “I came here for you” Rylee just laughed “I know but I am tired, I mean I don’t mind. Just thinking on what to do with him, Oakley can you not take him” he shook his head “me and him need to do something, relax” my dad said walking off “oh great, like what!?” I spat, my dad smiled so either he’s told him about his brother or is going to tell him “not even a moment” I sighed out, shaking my head “what is it?” Rylee asked, “oh my god, did Junior tell you” I laughed out “tell me what?” she is so confused “oh stop it!” he spat “so I picked him up from school, because Amelia had some issues, so I was like I haven’t got much on, the housing meeting and stuff, I cleared it all up I am up to date, team are fine. So I said to her sure I will go, so I parked up waiting for him to come out. He is taking so long, so I got out of the car, as I got around the car, Junior walking out slowly with some boy and the boys all started saying oh your sisters are so pretty, they bad” Junior hates me as I laughed out “they right, you got some baddies in the family” Rylee agreed “both old actually” I gasped “wow!” he is so miserable “remember the originals!” I spat, me and Rylee just laughed.

I got side tracked there “you know where they have gone, so” I laughed “where is your dad gone?” my mom asked, “how about you ask him, he’s taken Oakley to see Juke” I smiled “oh he didn’t” her face dropped “I mean are we shocked” Rylee is so confused “now hold on, what do you mean!?” she spat “so, dad called me about two weeks ago this happened. He called about do I know Imani is in a motel, I was like no, what is that anyways, so dad went there with some of the friend of his, found out that Imani been hiding Juke there, he was about to cry seeing dad right. How mom and dad found out, they peeped some outgoing, Imani doesn’t have much money because they blocked it, and then they called the place and they said yeah they are here, I didn’t even know. So now they are both in an apartment. I think dad is hoping Oakley will beat his ass” Rylee sighed out “I really do hate Imani, fuck my life. Oakley isn’t going to do anything but be mad and then come back here mad about it. She really just wants to be me” I shrugged “we need Juke to break her heart, that is what needs to happen” my mom is nodding her head “I can get Sky involved, I know he loves her a lot. Imani is money that she don’t have, I can’t believe he is in America, fuck my life” my sister is stressed out already, I think I will let her see North there “where is Damson?” she asked, she just noticed now “he has some things, he will be back. Maybe tonight, you don’t mind he is here?” I asked “oh I don’t, it’s fine. I just wish he would get out of this clingy thing he got going on” I can tell it’s annoying her.

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Have I found you, flightless bird? (1/?)

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Tangerine x Fem!Reader

Summary: A compulsive psychopath takes an interest in you and will do anything to have you all to himself.

Chapter Warnings: Stalking, bullying, obsessive behavior, criminal activity, murder, violence, bad parents (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Yeah so I thought I wasn’t going to be able to finish this until Wednesday, but I was surprisingly able to write. This is the very first time I am writing a fan fictions, so I’m begging on my knees for you to be nice and respectful. This first chapter is really going to be backstory and setting the scene. And please keep in mind Tangerine’s accent, it makes the reading fun. It’s also unedited. Happy reading! :)

There were no words to describe the ache and tiredness in your body as you slowly walked towards the train station. Your day at work was awful to say the least, with the amount of extremely rude customers and your masochist co-workers, you had broken down in the freezer of the fancy restaurant three times. Each silent cry had made you increasingly tired, both mind and body, so you wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and let it all out.

Unfortunately, that would not happen for a while, as you lived a long distance away from your workplace. The reminder of this had almost made the tears in your eyes fall in frustration, but by some miracle, you took a deep breath and kept them at bay.

You breathed a sigh of happiness as you spotted the Bullet Train and almost started crying again, but out of relief instead of tiredness. You were excited when the train was first built, it was marketed as the fastest train in the world, which meant you would get to your small apartment in about an hour instead of two. The train was also incredibly nicer than the one before it; the seats were more comfortable with the hard plastic traded in for fabric, there was a nice woman who served snacks and drinks every thirty minutes, it was cleaner, and just overall better.

One perk about your job was that all workers received a Bullet Train card with unlimited rides, which you were thankful for. The regular cost of going back and forth between your work and home everyday was far too expensive. There was also a discount for the snacks and drinks the woman brings around, which you would often take advantage of to keep yourself awake for the ride home.

You quickened your steps as you got closer to the train, wanting to sit down, eat a fish-shaped biscuit, and get out of the harsh, cold wind. Which reminded you of another thing; you needed to get another jacket, the one who had on was doing absolutely nothing to shield you from the weather.

Although there were many negatives for you living on your own in Japan, the one positive was that you were away from your family, as harsh as that may sound. Your mother and father weren’t particularly happy to hear that you were studying abroad in Japan, then again, they were never happy nor satisfied with anything you did. No matter how hard you tried at anything, they never showed any interest or care, they were always too caught up in each other.

They fought. A lot. And that messed you up badly. From the shouting and door slamming, to one of them being gone for days at a time because they couldn’t stand the other. It all took place at night, which made you nervous to fall asleep. You were awakened countless times in the middle of the night to your mother and father shouting at one another, it had made you anxious to fall asleep and frightened of loud noises. Then the morning would come, where they would act like nothing had happened and like they did not just traumatize their child. And it would start all over again the next week.

The worst part was that you didn’t know how not normal all that was. After complaining to your mother that you don’t like them fighting and going away, she would respond with, “Couples fight, it’s normal.”

No comfort or solace to your distress and anxiety. And you went on with your day, shaken up from the events but it was ingrained into your head that there was nothing to be upset about because couples screaming and throwing things and leaving is normal.

As you stepped onto the train, the warm air and clean smell made you feel better emotionally. Only an hour of waiting, and you would be in your apartment and mattress on the floor. You sat down and got comfortable, not noticing the blue eyes staring at the back of your head from the door.

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Two Months Prior

You sat motionless in your seat, getting lost in the blur of the world through the window. It was an easy way to turn off your brain for a small while and just stare at the many lights and people, it was nice. But you were pulled back to reality when you heard another voice with a thick accent.

“Fuckin’ hell, stupid asshole. I can’t get a fuckin’ break with this prick, I swear.”

Your eyes widened at the man’s language as you heard his heavy footsteps come closer, only for him to stop abruptly when he noticed you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I–” The man paused when he got a good look at you, and you didn’t notice it, but he was transfixed by you. And the feeling was mutual. You had never seen such a gorgeous and handsome man as the one standing in front of your seat. His frame was huge, covered by a pretty blue suit and eyes, his hair was medium length and slicked back. But what really got your attention, surprisingly, was his thick mustache. You were never really attracted to mustaches, much less the 90’s pornstache, but it was the cherry on top of all his good looks. While you were mesmerized by him, he had gotten a hold of his words and continued.

“I didn’t see there was a lady in here, my apologies for my language, love.” He said softly and walked away quickly, leaving you in a small daze. The combination of his looks and change from a harsh to a gentle tone gave you butterflies, the thought of someone changing their whole demeanor to make you comfortable was nice.

And love. He had called you love. Love. Love. Love

Although the interaction lasted not even fifteen seconds, you were replaying it all in your head and analyzing every small detail, not wanting to forget the small amount of time that someone extremely attractive gave you the tiniest amount of attention, respectfully.

You had forgotten about him throughout the next few days as you had more important things to think about. The same could not be said for him.

He had the tendency to be compulsive and take stuff, taking what he wanted as soon as he saw it without asking and no apologies. He liked the thrill of stealing, it gave him a sense of accomplishment for outsmarting the owner or the system, it was an addicting feeling for his ego.

And other times, most times, it was for no reason and his body worked faster than his brain, going immediately for the item without thinking. Soon enough his brain turns on and he asks himself why he did it, which is then followed by a short scolding from his brother. Through it all, he never really regrets taking what he wants, it was just another thing for him to mess with and kill time, and maybe be of use.

But this was said for small, unimportant items; snacks, toys, pens. But never was he interested in taking a person. In fact, he was really never interested in people anyway, the only exception was his brother. And now, apparently you ever since that first interaction.

It was very late in the night when that happened. Someone had taken the suitcase filled with money from him and his brother, and their stress would only increase when their employer would check up on them and make sure they had the money. So he was on the lookout for the one who had taken it.

His focus should’ve solely been on the job, and murdering the thief with his bare hands, but his mind would wander to the pretty girl he saw earlier. He had seen many different people in his life, but something inside, the compulsive part, wanted you. And like the previous times he’d taken something, there really was no reason why he wanted you, he just did.

As he walked away, his mind and body were screaming to go back, toss you over his shoulder and continue on. But he was on a very serious mission, and he didn’t want anything to happen to you. He eventually got the suitcase back, shooting the man who had taken it. Before going back to the carriage he was sitting in, he would have to pass you again. He quickly went to the small bathroom, wiped the blood off his face, fixed his hair, and smoothed out his suit.

To say he was disappointed when you didn’t notice him the second time around would be an understatement. He was livid. How could your attention be through the window and not him? Especially when he went out of his way to look decent for you? That would need to change, he thought to himself as he slammed the briefcase on the table and sat down. The carriage he was in was next to yours, so he had the perfect view of the back of your head if he looked through the glass window of the door. As he was thinking of different ways to snatch you without anybody noticing, his brother came into view, sitting across from him.

“Oh, good. You’ve got the case. I was getting worried there for a second. You really are a right Thomas, Tangerine. Hardworking and cheeky and all that, you know, you should try to watch it sometime. You barely sat through the fir–”

“Lemon, could you shut the fuck up right now? I can hardly hear myself think with that shit your talking about-”

“How could I forget your kindness and compassion? Jesus, I don’t remember Thomas being a massive dickhead-”

“And I don’t remember giving a fuck about Thomas the Tank Engine. Now, shut your mouth before I shoot m’own head off, fuckin’ twat.” Tangerine rolled his eyes and stared at you again like you would vanish into thin air if he took his eyes off you.

Lemon smiled mischievously, he loved to push Tangerine’s buttons. It was a good way to pass time and amuse himself, and he knew Tangerine didn’t mean any of the harsh words he said. Not about killing himself at least. While thinking of his next choice of words to piss him off more, he noticed that look in his brother’s eyes. The one where he was ready to pounce, attack, then kill.

He got nervous, wondering if Tangerine hadn’t finished the job and failed to kill whoever took the briefcase. Lemon followed his eyes and they landed on you in the next carriage.

“That the one who took the briefcase?” Lemon asked, ready to put a bullet in your head, he was already standing up. “What, no-”

“Don’t worry, you sit tight and I’ll get the fucker.” Lemon whipped out his gun and almost made it to the door when he was suddenly tugged back down so roughly that he almost fell to the ground. “What the fuck are you doin’? Sit back down, you wanker. She didn’t take the case.” Tangerine hissed and released his deathly grip on Lemon’s jacket with a shove.

“I said sit back down, asshole. God, do you ever think before pulling out a gun and shooting the first person you see?”

“I don’t know, do you ever stop and think before you take something and shove it up your ass? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were ready to kidnap that woman.” One thing Lemon was exceptional at was reading people like they were an open book, a skill taught to him by Thomas the Tank Engine. Which meant he could easily see that that was what Tangerine was currently planning on.

“C’mon, mate. You can’t be seri– you better be pulling my dick.” Lemon whispered, taken aback by his brother’s actions. He knew very well of Tangerine’s compulsive stealing, and he knew he was good at it. It came in handy when they needed to steal something important for their missions. And despite slapping Tangerine’s wrist when he would commit petty theft or larceny, it was slightly entertaining. And the times he did kidnap someone, they would plan it together and execute it together, but only if they were relevant to their missions. And you were not relevant to them at all.

“No, I know, I know.” Tangerine sat back down with surrending hands in the air, knowing what he was thinking was fucked up. That didn’t mean Lemon wasn’t going to put salt in the wound and rub it in.

“That is a real fuckin’ person right there, not one of your stupid bubbly waters or Momomon stuffed animals.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Tangerine defeatdly said and put his head in his hands, disappointed in his own thoughts and wants. Lemon sighed, he knew Tangerine didn’t want to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it. So he decided to save time and do what he always did, help his brother.

“Why do you want this girl?” Lemon knew he wouldn’t receive a proper and detailed answer. Therefore, the shrug he got was no surprise. But he wouldn’t let Tangerine go through with the kidnapping without properly processing his thoughts.

“I don’t know, mate. You should’ve seen her. She looked so wretched and miserable and sad, I just want the poor little thing. It was like staring at a bunny that was run over and shot at.”

“Well, this could just be a bad day for her. Maybe she isn’t so sad all the time.”

“But what if she is?”

“Then she’ll get through it like all the adults in the world.”

“What if it’s too much for her?”

“What if what’s too much for her?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know!”

“And that’s the issue, Tangerine. You don’t know fuck about her and you want to save her or some shit. See if you really want her and you’re not going to toss her aside when the thrill is over, then you can be a fuckin’ hero or whatever.” Tangerine nodded his head as he watched you buy a fish shaped biscuit and a strawberry soda.

Lemon made some good points. Tangerine would need to know if what he was feeling wasn’t temporary, so he waited a week to see if his feelings had changed for you. And they hadn’t, they had only gotten stronger.

He woke up alone thinking of you wrapped up safely in his arms, to feeding you a healthy breakfast when he ate by himself, to jumping in his arms when he came back home from work, to fucking you when he was back in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. And all these thoughts only increased when he saw the state of your life.

After Tangerine realized he wanted to keep you, he shamelessly watched your every move for the next two months. He followed you to your apartment and to the exact number you were staying at. Because of your long hours at work and staying awake on the train, you were too sleepy to use all your senses to their full capacity. Tangerine shook his head at how you didn’t notice him following you, anyone could just come up to you and shove you into their room. Silly girl, he thought, you won’t have to feel this way anymore when I get my hands on you.

Next, after Tangerine found out your living place, he actually broke his way in after you had left for work, this time with Lemon. Your apartment was easy to get into, all he had to do was jiggle the knob a few times and roughly kick it open.

“What a fuckin’ shit hole, mate, she really lives here?” Lemon scrunched his nose at the stained brown walls and dirty carpet. He was also surprised at how small your place was and how little furniture you had. “Good god, her fuckin’ couch is missing a two of its feet and a cushion. This is no way to live, tsk, tsk.”

“Lemon, you’ve amputated limbs and killed people, and this has you shocked? I’d appreciate it if you’d shut the fuck up and help me out, yeah?” Tangerine said, making his way to your room.

“What exactly am I helping you out with?” He asked, turning around to the tiny kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Anything about her really, I just want to get to know her.” Tangerine shouted while studying your bedroom, trying to get a feel for your personality and what you like. A butterfly comforter with matching pillows but the mattress was on the floor, I’ll buy a similar bed set and you’ll sleep in my arms in an actual bed. Lots of books piled in the corner, I’ll get you the biggest bookshelf I can and I’ll start reading as well. Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury. The Awakening, Kate Chopin. A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf. Tangerine focused on memorizing each novel and its authors.

Next to your books were your CD’s. Tangerine did the same thing, taking the time to memorize your favorite artists and their albums. Next, he opened your closet, not much was there except five plain t-shirts and two pairs of jeans. And that was it. There wasn’t much else to do in your room as there were literally only a few items. And it took everything in him to stop himself from taking anything.

“And you think breaking into her house and snooping around is the way to do that?” Lemon snorted, snapping Tangerine out of thoughts. “Shit, man, does she eat? There’s nothing in here but water, butter, and tangerines-... tangerines. It must be fate.” His brother ignored him, heading to the bathroom where he found a toothbrush, toothpaste, cleanser, deoderant, shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash.

“Oh, I know why now. Her job doesn’t pay shit.” At this, Tangerine walked back to the living room to find Lemon holding what he assumed to be your paycheck.

“Lemme set that,” And he snatched the paper from his hand, “Y/N L/N. She works at Kaiseki Ryori. That’s like two hours away from here, what is she doing there?” Tangerine asked himself. That’s why you looked so tired. After a whole day of work you had to wait another two hours before getting home, wait no, one hour because of the Bullet Train.

After snooping around some more, Lemon reminded Tangerine that they had some business to attend to, some people to assassinate. On the way there, Tangerine was thinking of his next move, and he decided that going to your workplace would be good.

But he would have to wait another week as him and Lemon were piled with work to do. But that didn’t stop Tangerine from making sure you got home safely. Only a few nights allowed him to get on the Bullet Train and sit a few seats behind you, where he noticed you really enjoyed eating fish shaped biscuits and some sort of fruity soda, the flavor always changed.

Alternatively, if he didn’t have enough time to ride with you, he would break into your apartment in the middle of the night, to again, make sure you got back safely. But he could hardly do either because he had his own work to do and he couldn't afford to check in on you every night. So he installed a tiny camera in your living room, which was difficult to hide because you had barely anything in your apartment. He was about to put the second camera in your bedroom, but decided against it, he didn’t want to be too invasive.

A month had passed and he was glad he installed the cameras, it really was much easier to see if you were in your apartment through his phone. He smiled at your sleepy state going to the kitchen and eating a tangerine, thinking you were the most adorable person he had ever seen.

He was sitting outside across from your complex. He had finally had a day off and planned on watching you some more, this time at your workplace, Kaiseki Ryori. While waiting, he watched you get ready through the phone.

Although Tangerine found your tiredness cute, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you having to get up extremely early for work. And also the fact that you don’t eat much for breakfast because you couldn't afford anything else besides fruit and water.

This will change soon when you have me, darling. I’ll have a nice, big breakfast ready for you when you wake up every morning.

He had also made up his mind about you working in your soon to be relationship, you simply were not going to. You weren’t going to do anything but be his and only his. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious about your job.

He watched as you walked through your apartment door. Tangerine turned his phone off and waited for you to exit the complex. Just then, his phone had alerted him that he had gotten a message from Lemon.

🍋: how’s it going? Did you get your ticket

🍊: pretty good, just waiting for her to come out of her building. Then I’m following her to Kaiseki Ryori. And yes I got my ticket

🍋: how romantic, just don't let her see you

��: no fucking shit, I’d be stupid to let that happen

He rolled his eyes and put his phone away when he heard the doors open, his heart stuttering at the sight of you as well as hurting when he saw that you were obviously freezing cold in your thin jacket. Tangerine didn’t want to get too close in fear of being seen by you, so he waited until you turned a corner to start trailing behind.

Various bakeries and cafes were open, one of them he saw you going into for the first time, staring wide eyed at the fresh pastries. You were in there for only a few minutes, chatting with the male barista behind the counter. Whom, Tangerine will admit, was quite attractive and way too close to you and smiling way too much. He watched as you laughed at something the man said, Tangerine’s anger was increasing as the seconds went by. Shouldn’t your fucking drink be ready by now? How can you even afford that shit anyway with your pay?

Just as he was about to enter the cafe and shoot the barista between his eyes, Tangerine’s phone range. Fucking Lemon again.

“What the fuck do need that’s so fuckin’ important?” Tangerine hissed into the phone and placed his gun back into his pocket as he continued to stare at the two of you having a lovely time talking about whatever. He started to calm down as he saw the barista finally give you your food and drink. You walked out of the cafe with a small smile as the hot drink warmed up your hands.

“Calm down, mate. I was calling to tell you about her boss, it’s not good.” At this, Tangerine‘s full attention was on his brother. But as soon as you were a good distance away, he walked into the cafe. “Hold on.”

“Good morning, what can I get for you?” The barista, Axel, his nametag wrote, said with a smile. Stupid fuckin’ name.

“I’ll just have whatever the last person had.” Tangerine said, rolling his eyes, his anger and annoyance rising again for having to talk to Axel.

“Okay, that’s a chocolate croissant and a small caramel macchiato, is that goo-”

“Yes, that’s fuckin’ fine,” He couldn’t stand hearing him talk, he wished Lemon hadn’t called so he could’ve shot Axel and his stupid face. He spoke to Lemon “Alright, what did you find?”

“Who are you talking to? Do you need me to come down there?”

“No, Lemon, I’m fine. I won’t fuckin’ ask again, what did you find on her boss?” Tangerine was full-on irritated. And swearing in every sentence he said showed that. He just wanted to get to you as quickly as possible, but what's-his-face and Lemon were in the way of that. Even though they really weren’t doing anything. When Tangerine was mad, he took it out on everything.

“Shit, alright. I found that this man, Akihito, has a criminal record. Robbery, grand theft auto, harrassment, fucking manslaughter, and the list goes on, mate.”

“Jesus fucking christ, alright. I’ll deal with the asshole later. Can you hurry the fuck up, please? I’ve got shit to do.” He yelled at the worker, who scrambled to pour milk in his caramel macchiato.

“It’s ironic since the guy’s name means brightness and compassion, I’ll tell you Tangerine, he’s no Thom-”

“Lemon, if you mention that shit show again, I swear the next time I see you, I’ll shove my gun up your ass and shoot. And I’ll do it with a fuckin’ smile on my face.” Then he hung up with an annoyed groan.

“H-here you go, sir.”

“Where the fuck is my croissant, I swear to god-” Tangerine wanted to smash this guy’s head onto the counter as he watched the man hurriedly grab his pastry and place it in a bag. Can he do anything right, what do you see in him? It better be nothing, love.

“Thank you for takin’ your sweet fuckin’ time, mate, I really appreciate it, ya cunt.” Tangerine snatched the bag and drink, surely crushing his croissant, and quickly made his way out the door before he heard a quiet mutter. “Asshole.”

Tangerine froze with his hand on the door and snapped inside, he was filled with so much rage that he could feel his face flush and heart beat. He slowly took his hand off the bar of the door and turned around, seeking just a small bit of joy out of the pure terror on Axel’s face.

“I beg your pardon… what did you call me? Because if I heard your correct, you called me an asshole. And that’s a lot of nerve for someone who works minimum fuckin’ wage, how about you do your fuckin’ job right and I won’t shoot you, hm?” Tangerine pulled out his gun and held it to Axel’s forehead.

At this point, Tangerine’s words were shot to kill. He didn’t care if Axel or another customer would call the cops. His patience had quickly worn thin and he wanted to make Axel pay for it.

Axel nodded his head with tears in eyes and violently shook from fear. Tangerine hummed, satisfied, but still held the gun up.

“What’s that right there?” Tangerine motioned his head to the glass cabinet. “T-that’s daifuku, sir.”

Tangerine shook his head, urging him to continue while he cocked his gun, “Yeah, and what the fuck is it, c’mon I already told you I don’t have all day.”

Axel’s tears flowed down his face and his breathing stuttered as he tried to keep himself composed, “it’s m-mochi stuffed with anko and d-different fillings including, strawberries, jam, or coffee-flavored filling.”

“Gimme the coffee-flavored one,” Tangerine said and kept his eyes on Axel the entire time, he wanted to pressure him more in case he messed up again. Then he’ll have more reason to keep on torturing him. When he got his treat, he put his gun back into his jacket pocket, but not before taking the stack of napkins on the counter.

“I’m not paying for it, asshole,” And he walked out and looked at his surroundings, making sure no one saw the whole exchange, “miracle no one saw that.” And he finally made his way to the Bullet Train.

When he got there, he noticed you sitting through one of the windows, eating your croissant and sipping your drink, still with tired eyes. And once again, Tangerine was swooning. His bad mood slipped away with every step he took.

Tangerine did what he always did when he got on the train with you, stay far away enough to keep an eye on you. And that was it. For the whole hour the train traveled, all he did was watch you. And while he felt happy to see you, you dreaded going to work.

For the whole time you worked there, the ride to Kaiseki Ryori filled your stomach with an anxious burn that stayed there until you clocked out. Then you would sit back on the train, exhausted but thankful that the day was over. But then reminded that you would have to go in the next day, and then the next, and then the next. And the anxiousness as well as the depression would return.

You often wondered when your life would change for the better. When would you finally save enough money to buy a new, bigger, cleaner place? When would you find a new job that didn’t make you cry everyday in the bathroom? When would you meet a group of people that could be your friends?

You just wanted to feel content when you woke up. But you awake thinking God, I have to do this all again?

You thrived on praise, on people telling you that you were doing a great job. It gave you a small push of confidence that led to you feeling good about yourself and made you willingly work harder. But with no friends or decent people around you to give you support, it was impossible to feel positive and optimistic.

Along with this, you were incredibly lonely in the love department. Not only did you want someone to love and appreciate you, you wanted to give love to someone else so desperately. Someone who would do anything and everything just to see you. This would also give you another reason to be happy. Since you came to Japan, there has been an empty hole in your chest waiting to be fulfilled with the love you felt for someone.

This combination of low self-esteem and loneliness, as well as the lack of money, made it difficult for you to go out and enjoy yourself. There were a few times when you mustered up the courage to get out of the safety and familiarity of your apartment and go to one or two shops, but that was only two or three times a month. You would go straight back to your small apartment after seeing a group of friends that were your age eating and laughing together, happy together. The same thing was said when you saw a happy couple walking down the street, holding hands and staring at another with so much love that you felt a mixture of jealousy and nausea.

If these didn’t make you feel bad about yourself, then going to your favorite shops and seeing that you couldn’t afford anything made you go back. You would get overwhelmed seeing a beautiful dress or a cute t-shirt, and knowing you didn’t have enough money for it. Or a book you’ve been wanting to read or the newest phone or a better stereo for your cd’s or a flat screen tv.

There were even times when you didn’t even make it to the next street because you felt as if everyone knew how pitiful your life was and they were laughing at your misery. Those days were especially bad. You would go back to your apartment, crawl into bed and cry for hours. Crying because you felt pathetic for not even being able to walk down the street, crying because you had no one to wrap their arms around you, crying because there was no one in your life to tell you that it will eventually get better and that you were a strong person to get out of bed everyday and face a mean world.

Tangerine knew of your many crying sessions, it shattered his heart into a million pieces everytime he heard your choked sobs and stuttered breathing. It somehow hurt even more not being able to see you, as you were in your room, he couldn’t even see the state of your agony and pretend he was there. Lemon would have to hold him down and stop him from running to your complex, breaking in, and giving you the love you craved.

You sighed heavily when you realized the train had slowed down at your stop. The mental preparation on the way there was never enough, you could already feel the headache on its way and the exhaustion deep in your bones.

The walk to Kaiseki Ryori was hard. You knew what was to come in about ten minutes, that’s why you took your time walking. But you always felt guilty for this. Although you weren’t treated nicely at work, something inside your head reprimanded you if you decided to give yourself a break. It was your brain telling you that you didn’t deserve to be selfish for even a few minutes, maybe it was the pressure you and others put upon yourself in highschool to always work to your fullest extent. And that no one got anywhere in life if they decided to take a minute for themselves.

You arrived at the restaurant and you saw two of the cooks walking together. They saw you and you immediately wanted the ground to swallow you.

“Hey, Y/N. Really cold out today, huh? I really like your jacket by the way.” One of them said with a smile on their face while the other one snickered. You gave them a tight lipped smile. You weren’t stupid, you knew they were actually making fun of you. And it sucked knowing you couldn’t call them out on it because they were being passive aggressive. If you dared talk back, they would make themselves a victim and say they were only giving you a compliment and that you should be thankful, and you would look like the asshole.

Then they would run to the boss and say you were being rude to them, and you would get called into his office for a little chat about your future working at Kaiseki Ryori. This chat included Akihito telling you that you need to be nicer to your co-workers or you would be fired. He also told you the first time that you needed to be a better waitress, and he sent you on your way back with no advice on how to become better.

“I’ll get the door for you, Y/N, there you go.” The other cook smiled and held it open for you and you knew what they were about to do. “No, thanks. I’ve got it.”

“Y/N, you’ve had this talk before, don’t be ungrateful and I won’t tell Akihito.” God, they were like fourth graders that never grew up, you thought. How could they be so immature and nasty at their age, they were older than you and acted this way.

You sighed in defeat and walked through the door. Even though they have done this countless times, your heart always stopped when one of them stepped on the back of your shoe roughly and made you fall on your hands and knees on the dirty floor of the kitchen. This time, your boss had walked by. You were hopeful he saw the whole situation and would finally believe your claims that your co-workers bullied and messed with you on the daily. But the two cooks squeezed the tops of your arms in tight grip that made you wince, and pulled you back up on your feet.

“Y/N, oh my, god! You need to be careful or you're really going to hurt yourself one of these days.” One of them said with a faux pout and a worried voice that was too realistic. You huffed with tears in your eyes from the pain of landing on the hard ground and because of the humiliation. Your knees still hadn’t healed from the last time they did this a few days ago, and because they do this so often, your knees were always a shade of dark blue and purple.

Tangerine was fuming at his spot across the street. He had watched the whole thing unfold and wanted to go up to the two cooks and kill them. Drag a blade across their neck and watch as they bled to death and choked on their own blood. Maybe kidnap them and set them on fire, have them die slowly and painfully. Then he thought of a better idea, one that required a certain venomous snake. He decided he had seen enough and left to begin executing his plan. But it had killed him to walk away from you.

“You two are very kind to help her, now get to cleaning. The one who closed last night didn’t properly clean the place and I need you three to do it.” Akihito didn’t even bother to ask if you were alright, focusing his attention and gratitude to the two on either side of you. Sometimes you thought that he was in on the harassment, turning a blind eye at first, maybe giving the bare minimum of care, then laughing in private.

“But we need to prepare the food, Akihito! And you know how long that takes!” The one on your left whined in a way that hurt your ears. He nodded his head before he said, “Yes, I understand. Go on then.”

The two released their bruising grip and walked away, leaving you alone with the boss. He looked at you in irritation, “Well get to work miss L/N! I’m not paying you to be absolutely useless.” And he walked away. Although he left, you nodded your head.

The next thirty minutes were spent with you, once again, trying to keep your hot tears from falling. Which made it even more difficult to wipe down the counters and sweep the floor because the tears blurred your vision. And you didn’t want to wipe them away because it would give it away that you were crying, even though a few people already knew. And some of them did feel bad for you, but they didn’t want to risk being another victim alongside you.

You sighed heavily before putting on your apron with shaky arms. Kaiseki Ryori had opened barely ten minutes ago and tables were already filled with customers. You felt an extra long day hurdling at you and there was nothing you could do but get through it with as little damage as possible.

Surprisingly, it was not as bad as other days, it was pretty normal. Your co-workers, especially the cooks, liked to mess with you for entertainment; giving you the wrong meals and purposely messing up the food because they knew the customer always blamed the waitress and not the cooks. In the end, the customers always cursed you out for not doing your job correctly.

As soon as your very long shift was over, you bolted through the kitchen, shoved the door open, and started your journey back to the bullet train. Before you left, you had wanted to steal a small bag of ice to put on your bruised knees, but the first time you tried that, you were stopped by one of the cooks because according to them, “We can’t waste any food.”

While you got comfortable on the train, Tangerine was in the middle of buying some Boomslang venom from The Hornet. Who was as annoying and difficult to negotiate with as others say. But he eventually got the venom and quickly made his way back to Kaiseki Ryori, where he saw the two cooks leaving. Perfect.

The next few days at work were great. The two cooks who participated the most in making your life miserable had not shown up, which made your days significantly easier to get through. But you couldn’t help but feel a little strange. As horrible as they were, they took their work seriously and would rather die than miss a day of work at Kaiseki Ryori.

Your relief was soon taken away and replaced with terror when Akihito informed the staff why they had been missing. According to him, they were just found dead in their homes. You felt sick as he gave the gruesome details; blood had come out of their eyes, nose, and mouth. And their throats were swollen and closed up. Your mind had begged him to stop talking when he kept going, “Yeah, I guess one of them fell down and completely broke their neck and cracked their skull. It’s horrible.”

What happened next made you scared to even come out of your apartment. Akihito was murdered the same way as the cooks.

Your emotions were everywhere. How were you supposed to feel? You were ecstatic to never work with them ever again, but that was only because they were dead. You felt guilty and disgusting for even being just a little bit joyful to never see them again.

Kaiseki Ryori got a new boss immediately and he gave everyone a day off. Which was not enough. How could anyone go back after they had just found out their co-workers died grotesquely? But they did, and it scared you how normal they seemed. You were still shaken up and had questions and concerns.

Who did this to them? Why? Am I a target? I need to be more careful when going back home. And I really need to get a new lock for my door. But I don’t have the money for that.

Also, when you say things went back to normal, that also meant they still continued tormenting you as well. You thought the murder of the two cooks would for some reason stop them.

Through all of this, you just felt confused and lost. What made it worse was that you had no idea what to do and had no way to communicate your jumbled thoughts. On top of that, your parents kept trying to call you, but you would let the phone ring until they got the hint that you were “busy”, and they would stop calling. It was always hard to get through their calls, but at the moment, you were in no state of mind to deal with them. But with each call you chose to ignore, the more anxious you got because you knew their anger increased each time they couldn’t get a hold of you. It had finally got to the point where you couldn’t let it go on anymore, so you picked up your phone and dialed your father’s number with shaky hands.

“God, please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, please.” You hoped and prayed they were actually busy, unlike you.

“Wow, she finally has some goddamn time to talk to her parents.” Your father said with an annoyed tone. You wanted to throw yourself out of your window.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve just been a little busy with stuff. Sorry, dad.”

“Busy with what? Last time we talked, you were a waitress not someone of importance to the world.”

“I know, but I’ve just had stuff to do-”

“Stuff more important than your parents?”

“No, I-”

“Is that Y/N? Give me the phone” You heard your mother yell and you cringed. Not ready for her unwanted subtle views and judgements of your life. The conversation went smoothly at first, but you tensely waited for some sort of remark from her.

“You know, I really don’t like the choices you’ve made, you’ve seriously messed everything up.” Your mother said bluntly. This surprised you, she usually only made a small comment that you could easily bounce off from. But she never downright told you how she felt, you only had a strong feeling.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, please.”

“Well, I surely want to talk about it, right now.”

“Mom, please, I don’t feel comfortable-”

“No, this is where you zip it and listen, Y/N. Your father and I raised you to be outstanding and extraordinary. You had the perfect grades and the ambition and the attitude. What happened to my daughter?” You had no clue what to say. What would someone reply with if their mother just told them they were no good anymore?

“I don’t know, I just got a little tired I guess.” You uttered, feeling the formation of the ball in your throat and the stinging in your eyes. You took a deep breath as quietly as possible, you didn’t want your mother to hear you crying.

“No, you got lazy and incompetent. And it was such a shame and an embarrassment to witness all your capability go down the drain. I had to- we had to watch as other parents celebrated their own children head off to college and get amazing opportunities. And what were you doing? Packing your stuff and running off without a second thought. You wasted all your potential to be a waitress? In Japan?”

“Mom, please-” Your voice wavered, the ball in your throat becoming bigger as well as the tightness in your chest. You felt yourself about to shatter with no one but you to pick up the pieces after.

“No, no, you don’t get to be upset and cry. I’m the one that should be upset! My only child left me for god knows what. Tell me.”

“What?” You whispered. You hoped you had heard wrong. This was a conversation you were not ready to have, ever.

“I said tell me. What was so wrong with your life or what you lacked in your life that you had to move away from your father and I?”

It was silent for such a long time, or maybe that’s how long it felt and it had only been a few seconds. Memories you repressed deep into your mind had floated to the surface and swallowed you whole, adding more fuel to the anxious burn in your stomach.

“I don’t know, you and dad just fought a lot and it scared me. Dad would always leave, too. I-I just became anxious around the house, a-and the pressure I felt on me made it worse. I couldn’t handle it anymore, I just had to leave, mom. I’m so sorry.” You sniffled. It hurt to talk when you wanted to let it out and cry.

“Honestly, Y/N, this is just ridiculous. I have had more than enough. Come back home right now, I mean it.” The tone in her voice was the same one she used when she wanted something done immediately. But you would rather work with the two cooks again than go back.

“Mom.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to.” You said quietly.

It was silent for a minute, then you heard some muffled noises, as well as your dad calling out for your mom. You assumed she had dropped the phone and walked away.

“Well, you’ve really hurt your mother and I, Y/N. I hope this little trip was worth the pain you have caused us.”

“Dad, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” And he hung up.

You sat frozen on the couch and tried to keep yourself together. But you didn’t go very long and you let out a pained wail that devastated Tangerine through the camera. He had seen enough of your life and was officially done waiting, he needed to get you out of there now.

Once he had you, he would be the one who treated you like you deserved to be treated. He would hold you in his arms as you cried and with the most gentle touch, wipe away your tears. He would whisper that everything is going to be okay, comfort you with so much love that you felt safe.

He would take care of you, make you never have to worry about a single thing ever again. He also wanted to be the one who made you smile. He had only seen it a few times and your lit up face was ingrained into his brain. He wanted to read your books to you and listen to your music with you. Things Tangerine never thought he would do, he wanted to do with you. He would be that person who did anything for you, and all you had to do in return is love him. And if you didn’t, he’ll show you that he’s the one for you and vice versa.

You unknowingly owned all of Tangerine’s heart. And he wanted to own yours.

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A/N: First chapter done! The next one we’ll actually see them interacting which I’m so excited to write. Comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated, they are what fuel me to keep doing this. I’ll also shave your eyebrows off if you don’t comment/reblog :)

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine imagine #tangerine fanfiction #bullet train #bullet train imagine

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summion7 · 2 years ago

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Professor port: all right dear students today we have something special for you! Each member of every team will be assigned to different regions of the world to assist with local authorities and Huntsman to get more experience!

yang:for how long?!

Professor port: two weeks. Now check your scrolls for your locations as you will be leaving in the morning!

Jaune: man this is going to be bad I can just tell.

Nora: you’ll be fine just that noggin and you be peachy!

Ruby:who says peachy these days?

Weiss/ Pyrrha: I do.

Blake: my mom does.

Ren: well I believe we should eat and pack before it gets to late.

Jnry:yes mom.

Timeskip 4 days later with Jaune .

Jaune:man this kattelox island is a trip! Few grim but they have these rever thing and apparently there is crazy ruins here and there what’s next?

As if invited by the statement a large explosion was heard going off. With that Jaune saw little Lego robots apparently robbing a ice cream shop! Wait scratch that one handed Money to a scared clerk.

Jaune: what’s going on here?!

Clerk: your just in time these little cuties blew up my freezer door because they didn’t want to wait for a lock smith!

Jaune raising a brow: really? Can you tell me why??

Servant bot:miss Tron is not feeling good and has been crying for a long time. We just wanted to see her smile again.

Both the clerk and Jaune were surprised by the reason and the clerk relaxed a bit.

Clerk:why did you feel the need to help this “miss Tron” dearie?

Servant bot#2: she is the closest person we can call mama!

Clerk turns to Jaune:I have insurance and they paid for the food can you not arrest them please?

Jaune smiling: if you like yes.

Turns to servant bots.

Jaune: would it be ok if I accompanied you back to miss Tron? Just to see if I can help in anyway?

Bots:YES PLEASE!

With that the group set off after Jaune reported the incident on his radio.

Timeskip to Jaune arriving to bonne manor.

Jaune:wow this place is huge!

Servant bot: this way please.

The group moves through the home with their tubs of ice cream making it to a door.

Servant bot #3:excuse us miss Tron we have a surprise for you!

???:Go away! I’m just ugly and useless!

This surprises the group especially Jaune. This woman sounded around his age and to be honest kinda made him think about how he felt first leading his team.

Servant bot #2: please don’t say that miss Tron! We love you and think your the best!

Servant bots 1/3: yeah!

Tron:* sniff* your just saying that.

Jaune:I think they mean it. On the way here they wouldn’t stop talking about all your gadgets and robots and stuff!

Tron:really? Aww babies than-… wait who is that talking.

Servant bot:that’s mister Jaune he helped us carry the ice cream here!

The door was cracked open to show Tron bonne in her messy and sleep deprived state.

Tron: Dummies why did you bring a stranger here !

Servant bots: Because he asked us nicely to see if he could help us make you smile again!

Tron turns to the blonde.

Jaune: it’s true miss. If you like we can share stories and I could make some sweets or something if you like?

Tron:… ok I will give a a chance… for my servant bots.

Bots:Miss Tron! *Proceeds to hug the bonne.*

Tron:cool it ! We have a guest.

Jaune:heh it’s alright I grew up with seven sisters pda is no big deal.

Tron: S-SEVEN?!

Jaune: that reaction never gets old hehe.

The end of the two weeks later

Nora: alright i can wait to share stories with you all once my fearless leader gets back!

Weiss:Where is he away? He should have landed by now.

???:A-Hoy guys whats up? Besides me!

Looking up the beacon students she a large airship moving to dock at the atlas airship port since the other places wouldn’t fit the ship.

Ruby:holy tennis balls!

yang:really rubes?

The group sees the entry hatch open up to show the servant bots rolling out a red carpet. One of them trip near the end Making a noise between *squeak and clank*.

Jaune: you ok #16?

#16: I’m ok.

Walking on the carpet Jaune picked up the bot and placed it on his shoulders.

#16: yay!

Jaune:*chuckles* hey guys I’m back! And I brought back some friends!

Blake: and I thought mime flash mob would be the unexpected thing I saw this week.

Ruby:wait what?

Pyrrha: so who are these cuties Jaune?

Jaune:these are the servant bots. They are so innocent and I’m pretty sure they are almost indestructible. They work for tron.

Ren:tron?

???: THAT WOULD BE ME!

Walking the carpet was Tron Bonne the air pirate turned store manger/clerk before turning back to pirate. No longer was she the little teen who would be stoped by a dense boy in blue armor. Now in her place stood a beautiful woman of 5’6 with g cubs That surpassed both yang and miss Goodwitch and pleasantly plump legs. She also had hair the same haircut that extended to the middle of her back. In the words of slick goku “DAMN SHES THICC!”

Tron:I’m Tron bonne pleased to meet the friends of dweeb.

After introductions.

yang:so kinda wondering why did you all follow Jaune out here.

Servant bot#1: because mama didn’t want to be so far from dad!

….

Rwbynpr:DAD?!

Tron with a massive blush: s-sh-SHUT UP DUMMIES!

Jaune:wait you came to be close and bout open a second store?

Tron:Yes! Wait I mean No! I mean!

Jaune: your so cute! Never change Tron bon!

Rwbynpr: TRON BON.

Tron:Dweeb why! This is so embarrassing.

Jaune: hey I’m really happy that you came to be with me. How about I make up a picnic basket and we go on a wonderful date on a cliff that overlooks the forever fall forest?

Tron:… I’d like that very much.

Jaune kisses her forehead: sounds like a plan.

Turning to his friends.

Jaune: I promise to tell you all about my adventure but I got to drop this off and make a basket up!

Jaune proceeds to grab another servant bot and sprints off to the dorm,

Pyrrha falling to her knees with tears flowing freely: I I was to slow to confess! *sob,sob*.

Nora: I’m sorry Pyrrha I should have been a better wing girl for you.

Tron: so you like Jaune too?

Pyrrha:y-yes I won’t get in the way of your and his happiness. Just promise you won’t break his heart.

Tron:how about I promise to share?

Rwbynpr:share?!

Tron:listen I know exactly how you feel and I wouldn’t want to make any of his friends to feel the same way I did after megadweeb chose his blonde friend. Besides I’m a pirate I do what I want and I want what will make me and him happy. Can you make him happy?

Pyrrha: yes!

Tron:good. Hurt him and I’ll kick your but! Now come on we have a date to get to!

Pyrrha: r-Right!

yang:huh who could have seen the day that Jaune would have two girlfriends?

Nora: I did! I mean have you seen the arc booty! Of course a amazoness and a pirate would want it.

Ren:… true.

#jaune arc #rwby #nora valkyrie #yang xiao long #ruby rose #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #rwby arkos #megaman legends #tron bonne #slick goku

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jessethemonarch · 2 years ago

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Long Day at Work | Brian Wilcox x GN!Reader

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Author’s note: So this is my first fic in several years. I know it’s probably extremely cringe,, so I’m sorry ahead of time lmao. I’ll probably post this on ao3 once I actually can make an account. Please give me feedback if you do read it, only if you’re nice ab it though. Constructive criticism is absolutely welcome just no “wow this sucks lmao,” please. Lol. Thank you. Might make a part 2 with smut if this is well received? If even one person wants it, I’m on it.

Summary: This is a Brian from Fast Food Nation fic (because there’s not enough of them so I’m doing the work myself lmao) where he and reader are aged up and work at a restaurant together. You have an abnormal terrible day. A customer sexually harasses you and it’s your final straw before you break during your shift. Brian notices this and tries to comfort you. You end up hanging out after work together, smoke some Mary Jane and truly realize your feelings for each other.

Contains: sexual harassment from customer, only gendered term is ‘waiter’ but I meant it to be gn!, general customer harassment, kinda angsty? idk, minor emetophobia warning (brief mention, no actual 🤢), crying in the walk-in freezer, smoking cigarettes and wēēd lol, definitely some self insert.

Word count: 3,362

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“Ugh.” You sigh while knocking your head against the steering wheel of your car. Dreading to go inside your work at a somewhat fancy restaurant that you’ve been at since it opened about a year ago, you wonder if the tips are worth the day-in-day-out suffering. The hype hasn’t died down since its opening. You live in the middle of nowhere, these people have nothing better to do.

Unfortunately, you need the money and it’s two minutes before your closing shift starts when you finally drag your feet into the flames that swallow you whole every shift in this hell hole. “I’m here..! Did you guys miss your favorite waiter?” You announce sarcastically to all of the kitchen staff as you go to clock in.

Some give you back an enthusiastic “of course!” Or an equally sarcastic “wooo…”

Brian goes “yeah. Right…” whilst scoffing and leaning against the counter basking in the maybe 30 seconds he has until the next ticket comes in for him to cook begrudgingly. Over the years, he’s actually become a pretty decent chef, even if it’s only out of necessity. At very least, it’s multiple steps up from spitting in burgers at Mickey’s.

You get on with your shift as usual… but today is Sunday. Ugh. You always have your worst customers on Sundays. Today is no different.

“Hello sir! My name is y/n and I’ll be your server today!” You smile charmingly as you do to every customer as you hide your utter despair on the inside.

“Oh yes you will, honey…” the man eyes you up and down and gives you that terribly pervy look, smirk and all. It makes you so unbelievably uncomfortable.

“Hah…” you force an awkward chuckle out and try to shift gears. “So can I get anything started for you? Any drinks or appetizers?”

“I’d love a tall glass of water like yourself.” He winks. “And some jalapeño poppers… I like it real spicy.” He continues to flirt and you think you might vomit straight onto him.. ‘god knows he’s probably into that’ you think to yourself and want to shrivel up and die.

“Okay, water and some jalapeño poppers coming up.” You try desperately to ignore all of his advances when you turn and walk away as soon as possible to get that rung in. If he was the only bad customer of the day, maybe this would be easier to deal with, but after many others berating you for no good reason, this is so frustrating and overwhelming today. You had enough going on in your personal life and now all this? Your head is racing with anger and anxiety. You bit your tongue as you went back to the kitchen to bring you back into the moment.

Usually when you go back in there, Brian makes small talk and occasionally ‘jokingly’ flirts with you. This time he notices you’re much more uncomfortable than usual as you stare off, thinking about being anywhere but here. He doesn’t know how to approach you in this state and has never been great at dealing with big emotions in other people. He decides to leave you alone for now, but takes note of your distress and thinks that maybe he’ll text you later.

As you serve the man, he gets more aggressive with his flirting because he doesn’t like that you’re completely ignoring it. When you bring out his steak dinner, he places a hand on your back and slides it down to your ass with absolutely no shame. You instinctively smack his hand away and he immediately yells at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a paying customer and you’ve been so bad at your easy fucking job. Can’t you just service me!? There goes your tip you little bitch!” He spits.

You are so seethingly angry and upset. You can feel tears welling in your eyes. You were harassed AND barated… and he’s probably going to complain to a manager and only say you hit him as if he’s not a worthless piece of shit. “I’m sorry.” You force out as to not to escalate the situation further. You basically run back to the kitchen and then into the walk-in freezer. Immediately you start sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. It’s very muffled by the freezer, but some in the kitchen can still hear your wailing. You don’t even care. You’re so done. You’re at your wits end. You don’t even know how long you’re in there, but you’re now down to a choked sniffle.. though tears were still rolling down your cheeks.

Brian stands outside the freezer door for a couple minutes before swallowing his pride and knocking on it. “Um.. can I come in? I need to um.. get some patties.” He did need some, but he really just wanted to check on you… you were in there for longer than usual.

You try to rid your face of tears and wipe up some of the snot because you didn’t exactly want him to see you like that. You were only somewhat successful. “Uh.. yeah.. sure come on in.” You respond meagerly.

He slowly opens the door. “Woah. Your eyes are like almost swollen shut. You good?” He immediately regrets the words as they come from his mouth. ‘Yeah real smooth, dumbass.’ He thinks.

“Thanks.” You roll your eyes. “I feel just about as good as I look, thank you.”

“Yeah, sorry, that was shitty wording on my part. Can I sit with you?” He gestures to a crate of food that’s unopened and rock solid.. it’s obvious it’s been sat on multiple times.

“Are you really sure you want to be around me when I’m like.. this?” You gesture to your face and sniffle. “But sure, go ahead.”

“Yes, I am sure.” He sighs. “Do you wanna talk about.. it? What’s going on? …Sunday customers?”

You sigh and nod. You tell him all about the customers you’ve had today and briefly mentioning that you have a lot of other stuff going on and finish it off with talking about the customer who sexually harassed you. “I can’t believe he put his fucking hands on me. I feel so gross and dirty.” You begin to softly sob again while explaining the events.

You have never seen Brian look so appalled. Jaw hanging open and all. “Oh my fucking god. You want me to beat his ass? Offer him free cheesecake and spit in the raspberry sauce? What’s the table number.. I’ll fucking do it.”

“Don’t get yourself fired, stupid.” You gently chuckle. His offer did actually make you feel better though. “…then I’d miss you.”

“Or we could both leave this stupid fucking place. What good does it do either of us anyway?” He brushes over that you said you’d miss him cause it makes him feel kinda weird.. in a good way, but he doesn’t know how to deal with that.

“The money. The money is good, Brian. We both have bills to pay.” You roll your eyes, monotone.

“I guess that’s true, you downer.” He sticks his tongue out at you, jokingly.

You sigh again at the reality that you really need to get back to your tables… and that you are quite literally freezing in there. At least it was around 8pm and dinner rush had passed. “Time to go back.” You speak in a low, soft voice.

Brian offers to help you up, which you accept. “Y/n. Just know you don’t have to do anything. If you wanted to quit right now, you could. You don’t need to keep serving these assholes.” You end up standing rather close after he helps you up and he stares into your eyes, saying the most serious thing he’s ever said to you. It sends shivers down your spine… or maybe that’s the freezer. But all the sudden you realize that your cheeks do feel hot. You find yourselves just standing there. Do you… want to kiss him? ‘Heh.. couldn’t be? It’s Brian..’ you tell yourself.

After what feels like forever, it hits midnight and you’ve finally wrapped up your closing duties. You take a major sigh of relief. At least you have the next couple days off.

You walk out of the restaurant and find Brian leaning his body back against his car as he lights a cigarette. “I thought you left a while ago.” You call out to him as you're walking to your car that’s parked kitty-corner to his, stopping to talk to him.

“Nah, I like to chill in the parking lot and smoke while no one else is here. Kinda peaceful or something.” He was totally lying. He was waiting for you to get out so he could chat with you again and make sure you’re doing alright… you could never get him to admit it though.

“Yeah I guess that’s true.” You shrug. You believe him enough because that does sound like something he’d do. He was seemingly always out and about.

“You wanna hang for a bit? I know it’s late, but I’m cool if you are…” he shoots. Completely hiding any nerves he has about asking you to hang out for the first time outside of work. “We could even just talk in my car if you want.” He shrugs.

“Why not? Sounds nice after a shitty day.” You smile softly at the man.

“Uh yeah, cool.” He honestly didn’t expect for you to take him up on the offer. He stomps out the butt of his cig and unlocks the passenger side door and motions for you to get in, which you do so. “Do you wanna drive around or just sit in here?” Driving around is a common pastime in small towns like this… when you have nothing else to do and the gas is cheaper than other places, that’s just what you do for fun.

“I’m down to drive around.” You nod. You’ve honestly not hung around with friends in a while since you’ve been so busy with work, college, and your personal life. This was just the change you needed right now. You start flipping through his CD case as he begins to drive with no destination in mind. “System of a Down? Hell yeah!” You make sure there’s no other CDs in the player before inserting this one.

Brian looked at you kinda funny. “I never pinned you as the type to listen to my music.” It’s obvious you surprised him, in a good way.

“Well then you didn’t have me pinned at all I guess.” You giggle. “I like a lot of the stuff in here, my guy!” You nudge and smile at him as he drives.

“Hey! Keep your hands to yourself.” He jokes.

“Yeah.. I’m sure you hate me touching you.” You joke back before realizing how flirty that came out… but you don’t mind… definitely not as much as you usually would.

“Yeah, yeah.” He scoffs.

You’re honestly really surprised when he doesn’t deny it. You think about earlier, in the freezer. Once again, your cheeks warm and you swallow hard. You look out the window of his car, hoping he won’t notice anything. But now you’re thinking of his emerald green eyes looking directly into yours and you can’t get it out of your head and your embarrassment only grows. He obviously just thinks of you as a friend… right?

“Hello? Y/n?” You’re called back to reality to a familiar voice looking at you intently. You hadn’t even realized that the car had stopped.

“Yes- hello… heh. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.” You rubbed the back of your neck as you look around at where you’ve stopped. It’s a nearby park that is long past close, since all parks close at sun fall.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He laughs. “Thinking about everything that happened?” His voice dropped into a much more serious tone… gosh today is the first time he’s ever talked seriously with you and now again? Weird.

“Uh- yeah. That’s exactly it..” you shook your head quickly as you lied through your teeth. You weren’t going to say ‘no I was daydreaming of you and I.’

He silently nods. “If you need to talk more about it, I’m all ears.”

“No. It’s okay…. Um why did you stop here though?” You quickly subvert the attention away from you.

“I like to come here and hang out after park close because no kids are here….. and smoke weed.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if you’re into that, and if you’re not, that’s cool too.” He pulls out a joint from his bag.

“Ahah.. do you carry that with you everywhere?” You snicker.

“Well yeah… you never know when a good time to smoke will arise.” He nods, looking somewhat proud of himself. “So? You in?”

“Ya know.. fuck it. Why not?” It’s not something you do regularly, but you’ve had a particular hard day.. week.. month… maybe even year? Hard to keep track at this point.

“Sick. I know the perfect spot.” He smiles. He’s never really been this kind to you.. or anyone that you’ve seen for that matter. You find yourself smiling back at him in silence for what feels like at least a minute… but in reality was maybe 10 seconds.

He gets up and out of the car and you follow. He leads you both to these large boulders in the corner of the park. They’re about 5-6 feet tall and 8 feet wide. One has a much flatter top than the others. He helps you up the rocks. It’s obvious he’s done this plenty of times. You guys end up laying down on the flattest rock, looking up at the stars. He puts the joint between his lips and uses one hand to light it and the other to cup the end to protect it from the gentle breeze. You wouldn’t be able to tell with his broody-self, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while. You, on the other hand, are feeling the same but can’t hide it nearly as well.

After a couple hits of the freshly lit spliff, he passes it to you. You deeply inhale the smoke and try to stifle your coughs.

“It’s okay to cough...” He laughs. “I know you don’t got lungs of steel like mine from smoking daily since I was a teenager.”

As much as he was slightly making fun of you, he genuinely did make you feel more comfortable about coughing your lungs out when you take too big of a hit (which is most of them, because you’re not completely sure how to do this yet). You hand it back and really let yourself enjoy just being relaxed. Not something you get to feel very often. “Hey um… thank you.”

“For the weed? It’s fine. I got plent-“

You cut him off “no, idiot. For comforting me earlier and hanging out with me now. I really needed this.” You turn your head to look at him.

“Oh- yeah…. Anytime. I don’t want to ever leave a friend in need hangin-“ he can’t maintain eye contact with you as hard as he tries. It feels too embarrassing. He takes a couple more long drags, hoping this heat in his chest would die down quickly. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

‘A friend…’ before today you’d be surprised that he even called you that but right now… it kinda stings. You can no longer deny your feelings at this point… but the influence of the few hits you did take are starting to take over and your thoughts are overtaken by euphoria and relaxation. “Wow.. this is nice…” each of your words are drawn out.

Brian laughs “y/n, you lightweight! You’re high off that!?”

“Shut upppp.” You groan, but laugh along nonetheless and close your eyes.

All the sudden you wake up and Brian has laid his jacket over you. “What? I don’t remember falling asleep? How long was I out?” You question quickly with furrowed brows.

“I dunno. Maybe 30 minutes or so.” He shrugs. He’s now sitting up, looking down at you where you lay.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You question intently.

“You obviously needed some rest.” He looks down at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Um….. thanks..” God. There’s that feeling again. The embarrassment. You want him to kiss you right now. More than anything in this moment. You can feel that want grow with the butterflies in your stomach. He must feel this energy because he breaks eye contact and sits up straighter, looking in front of him.

“Yeah. No prob.” He clears his throat. You can tell he’s deep in thought about something. And that something, unknowingly to you, is you. He absolutely feels the same way. He just doesn’t know how to approach it.

You sit up next to him, realizing his jacket is still in your lap. “Oh- here.” You place the jacket over his shoulders, getting much closer to do so.

He turns his face to you as you do this, not realizing how close your face was. Your lips were maybe an inch or two away from each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face. Each of your hearts began racing. As you both sat there, eyes staring into one another’s. You just went for it. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was because you were still minorly under the influence… but you leaned in and kissed him.

He was shocked to say the least, so it took him a second but he then returned the kiss. It was soft and slow as you both were still figuring out if this was real life. After a few seconds of this, you pulled away suddenly. “I’m so sorry- I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-..”

He stops you “no- no. It’s totally okay. I um.. wanted to do that but didn’t have the balls.. so I’m actually really glad you did…” he brings back that cute little smile only you get to see, unlike the broody, couldn’t-care-less personality that you and everyone else had always seen.

“Really?” You responded sounding seriously dumbfounded… which you were. You thought there was no way in hell he felt the same and that you had just ruined your possible friendship.

“Yes, really. What? Do you want me to repeat myself, y/n?” He dipped back into his usual, smug persona.

You roll your eyes. “We were having a moment, ya know?” You flick him on the forehead.

“Hey! Dickwad!” He flicks you back.

You laugh for a while and then settle back down. “Just shut up and kiss me?” You come back closer once more. Without another word, he pulls you into a much more passionate kiss than before, now that he’s more comfortable.

You each respectively kiss the other back harder until you end up straddling his thighs. He pulls away to look at how you’ve repositioned, looking like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He looks up at you with concern. “I don’t want you to regret anything…”

“I could ask you the same.” You place his hands on your hips, and smiling at him softly as you pant a little from the heat of the kiss alone, letting him know that’s okay. “I really like you, Brian.” You try to ease up any worries that he obviously has.

“I….. really like you too, y/n.” He basically whispers, but that’s as loud as he can get himself to respond.

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Thank you so much for reading! Tell me if you want a part 2!

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