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lonelypond · 3 years ago

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BETWEEN US

NicoMaki, Love Live, 3.6K, 1/1

Summary: Nishikino Maki and Yazawa Nico have many challenges ahead, but they get through them together.

Between Us

Is this what love is? Not a fire that bites painfully but two people laying so close to feel every breath, hands nearly touching, eyes on the brilliant stars opening themselves up suddenly, sure enough to share truths they speak into the night, this solitary space, this private moment between them.

Nishikino Maki spoke first, always the more impatient, curious about Yazawa Nico’s state of mind. “What do you want to do, Nico-chan?”

“Nico wants to show everyone that little and cute can be strong, sexy smart, talented, funny, hard working, successful….I’m tired of how the world treats cute girls like Nico. Nico is a star.” Nico flung her arms out, to encompass the sky. “They should be in awe.”

I am, Maki said to herself, and then thought, why not say it out loud. This was all new, why not be bolder.

“I am.”

Nico squeezed Maki’s hand, a reward for honesty. “What do you want to do, Maki-chan?”

No one said Maki’s name like Nico. It had been Maki’s anchor through the continuing craziness of Muse, Eli’s taskmaster torture, qualifying, Honoka’s collapse, then starting over, right as they discovered these new feelings, a gift from all they’d been through.

“I want to use the Nishikino fortune for new things, good things, to stop propping up out dated ways and awful people. I want to find new ways to help…” Maki was a person of specifics and she had a list. “Girls, gays, empaths, people fighting bigotry, neurodivergents, water protectors,” Maki thought of Rin and giggled, “furries, us, our friends, the world.”

“Maki-chan will do great things.”

“Once I’m 30.”

Nico Yazawa considered. This was so new and 14 years from now, when Maki was a doctor and her trust vested, seemed as distant as the nearest star Nico could see. But Nico knew naming goals was the first step to achieving them, even if it seemed a wild fantasy.

“Nico will be there.” Not flashy, just quiet determination.

Nico heard Maki gulp. She was probably tearing up and couldn’t speak. Nico didn’t really expect her too. Sharing was such a new trust. But Maki’s hand carefully kept precise palm to palm contact with Nico’s. That said everything.

“Marry Nico.”

Maki sighed. “No one can know.”

“Okay.”

YAZAWA NICO FINISHES FIRST INTERNATIONAL TOUR WITH SPRING SPLASH IN HONOLULU

NISHIKINO MAKI BEGINS RONIN YEAR SOLO WORLD TOUR SURFING IN MAUI

Sunrise. Quiet beach. Her own choices. Is this what contentment felt like, Maki wondered. Finally, moments of quiet to listen for the important things. Leaning against her duffle and board, dressed in a striped rash guard, bright lavender board shorts, and a faded denim “You Are On Native Land” cap, Maki stretched, watching the horizon as a lone speck appeared in the distance, jogging toward her, not actually growing much as the distance closed, Maki thought with a private grin. Nico, running in an oversized hoodie and bikini bottom, gasped dramatically, reaching a hand for the water bottle Maki held out as a lure.

“Still running 5Ks every morning?”

“10K when I don’t have a concert or rehearsal. Nico is a boss.”

“Umi would be proud.”

Nico dropped and did ten fast pushups in the sand next to Maki, “Not if Nico told her it was only to make girls swoon.”

“Girls?” Maki arched an eyebrow, hand sweeping through her hair.

“Girl.”

“Fiancee.”

Nico laughed, rolling toward Maki, pulling her down into a playful, sandy kiss. “Ready to upgrade to trophy wife?”

“Yes.”

But there was no hurry that morning. Both had put their other lives on multiple 15 plus hour flights and fallen briefly off the grid to sit side by side on this hidden beach, the tide surging, a rare treasured morning to share.

“Went to the symphony last night. Monica Mancini sang, Henry Mancini’s daughter,” Nico hummed the Pink Panther theme, “Nice voice, more your thing than Nico’s though. She sang a lot of Johnny Mercer. And some new stuff. Nico was taking notes.”

“You’re great on stage Nico-chan, but I guess you can always learn from other performers.”

“Nico is learning songwriting.”

Maki pushed against Nico, “Going to try to get me to put Nico Nico Ni to music again.”

Nico’s mood turned serious, “I miss watching you play.”

“I miss playing.”

“When Nico gets her penthouse, there will be a baby grand.” Nico let her hand settle on Maki’s, “Working with a portable keyboard now. And Umi’s giving me advice, so many books...I’m so busy reading, there’s no time to party.”

“Good.”

“Hey, do you have any plans tomorrow night?”

Nico stared at Maki for a moment, but there was only earnestness in the amethyst staring back, “Not since you got here.”

“I’ve been talking with some of the elders, volunteering on Maui, learning about healing plants, and aloha ‘āina.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s really cool. I’m going to get Papa to invite some of the teachers and doctors I’ve met to give seminars for us. Aloha ‘āina means so many things, but it’s mostly being determined to take care of each other by taking care of the land. It’s very land based and tradition based, here in Hawai’i,” Maki picked up a handful of sand, “but it’s caring and not soft...exactly...when you meet Kai, he’ll explain it better. We’ve been invited for dinner, his uncle plays the ohe hano ihu.”

“What’s that?”

“ A nose flute, not for big concerts, more personal...Kai says his uncle has so many stories about it being used in courting rituals.”

“Is Maki-chan taking notes?”

“Maybe.” Ah, Maki’s sexy, best musician in the world grin. Nico missed that one a lot on the road. A killer cute band was no replacement for the brilliant, lovely pianist who’d so boldly wrapped Nico’s heart in music.

They were in the teasing phase now. “Do you have to keep courting a cute girl after marriage?”

Maki shoved into Nico again, “Well, duh…”

Joint laughter, rolling out to meet the tide.

“We’re getting married.” Maki said quietly.

“Just need to take our passports to pick up the license and go to the shrine. We filled out everything else online.” Nico glanced at her bare legs, “And Nico brought a kimono. Although Maki-chan looks sporty cute just like she is.”

Maki had a far off look, not paying much attention to Nico. Happy to wait ‘til Maki drifted back to the beach, Nico was going to enjoy memorizing her favorite scenery, Maki’s beautifully expressive face, now relaxed and open, thoughts waves and clouds in constant motion. Nico knew the solitude here allowed Maki to relax, there was no family pressure, their phones were off, nothing on either of their schedules for at least the rest of the week. A rare moment to sit with each other, sharing this beauty.

NISHIKINO REAL ESTATE GROUP BUYS LARGE LUXURY TOWER NEAR NISHIKINO MEDICAL CENTER

SUPERSTAR REFUSES TO GIVE UP PENTHOUSE APARTMENT TO NISHIKINO HEIR

Fast food. School girls lingering from Otonokizaka. Two people shoved into the booth furthest from the door and windows, sitting on the same bench, hip to hip, back to the rest of the room.

“So many memories in this place.” Nico unwrapped her burger.

“So many french fries.” Maki dipped a sample french fry in her chocolate milkshake.

“Another meal Nico paid for. You got rich not paying for food.”

“Hey! You were too proud to let me pay.”

“Nico is still too proud.” Nico tapped her fingers on the table. This late afternoon, for this clandestine meeting, they’d allowed themselves the indulgence of wearing their braided gold and platinum wedding band, Maki added the simple diamond Nico had bought her for their engagement.

“Is this going to work? Us actually living this close together without rumors starting?” Maki had been worrying. So many comments in the press and on social media.

“Everyone already has us at war. Nico’s a selfish poser, Maki’s a spoiled brat. Enemies to lovers.”

“Not funny, Nico-chan.”

“Nico will throw a huge party before I leave on my next tour. My new landlord will threaten very publically to throw me out of the building. Everything will flare up, but Maki-chan will continue to do boring future doctor things and by the time Nico gets back, all anyone will be talking about is Nico’s new album.”

“They’re not boring future doctor things.”

“No, they’re smart, saving the world future doctor things and Nico is so proud.” A quick kiss on Maki’s palm.

“Meanwhile…”

“Meanwhile, Umi and Eli install a secret hatch above the decorative staircase centerpiece of your expensively designed main room.”

“I’m going to miss you, Nico-chan.” Sadness.

Time to change the mood. Nico dipped a french fry in her strawberry shake and fed it to Maki. “How’s studying going?”

Maki leaned, chin in hand, frowny. “I could be more motivated.”

“So B?”

“A minus.”

“Nerd.”

“ ‘s dull." Maki said, chewing slowly. "But have to stay on track with the family benchmarks.”

“Yeah.” Nico decided to talk about happier things, “ooohh, did I tell you Eli’s setting up a foundation for Nico as her graduation project. We’ve already donated tickets to queer youth groups in every city on the tour and Nozomi’s setting up mentor programs.”

“Expect a large anonymous donation.”

“Expect a large not so anonymous thank you.”

“I’m just proud that you’re doing things to actually help people. I want to do more.”

“You’re studying to be a doctor, Maki-chan. That’s hard. Nico’s got it easy. All Nico has to do is” Nico went into her signature gesture, “Nico Nico Ni and everything gets brighter.” Nico suddenly remembered she shouldn’t have let her catch phrase out full voice during what was supposed to be a secret meeting, but this was a low traffic period so no one seemed to notice.

“I couldn’t get that out of my head, the first time I saw you do it. It was annoying.”

“But you loved Nico.” Nico snuggled closer, enjoying a chance to feel Maki next to her.

“But I loved Nico, all of Nico, the bold, brash, terrible liar, the kind, caring sister, the determined ally and friend, the hard working and talented performer.”

“Nico wasn’t a liar, Nico was an optimist.”

“Private chef,” Maki cough giggled.

Nico grabbed the french fries as Maki reached for another one, “Confiscated for cheekiness.”

“Give me those.” Maki grabbed, Nico dodged, french fries flew loose and they giggled their way through the next few minutes until Nico leaned forward to whisper in Maki’s ear.

“So are your parents still in New York City?”

Gulping, suddenly completely flustered, Maki nodded.

Nico bounced up, offering a gallant hand, “Nico will walk you home.”

“Fancy.”

“Only the best for Mrs. Yazawa.”

“That would be Mrs. Nishikino.”

“We’ll wrestle. Nico will win.”

“Optimist.”

Nico’s hand on Maki’s waist was a gentle guide into the autumn night, two hats pulled down, two collars pulled up, Nico in a mask to protect her voice. “Wait and see.”

Maki leaned into Nico. This night, unlike too many others recently, felt just right.

HEAD OF THE NISHIKINO MEDICAL GROUP COLLAPSES, HOSPITALIZED

NICO NI NEW YEAR’S CHARITY CONCERT SELLS OUT IN MINUTES

Nico had never been so sick. She’d lost count of the medicines she was taking to sleep at night, and then the additional ones added to get her through tonight’s concert. Then she could rest. Go to her Mama’s house and get babied for a bit. Maki had been so sad at Christmas, with too many family obligations to fly to Los Angeles. Nico had gotten through their Christmas Eve quick chat and then collapsed, barely moving until yesterday’s rehearsal, which wiped her out.

Pounding on her hotel room door. What the hell? Phone pinged, the Maki-tone.

“Open your door, Nico--chan.” Maki sounded angry. Was she pounding? Nico felt even fuzzier, slumping to the door, opening it to fall against a tall, angry Maki, beanie over her hair, sunglasses, and a mask.

“Nico-chan?” Now Maki’s voice sounded tearful.

“Hi, Mrs. Yazawa.” Nico croaked out, hoping to make Maki at least giggle.

Strong arms swept her up, Maki striding across the room, putting Nico gently down on the bed, Maki immediately examining every bottle by Nico’s bedside, “What kind of quack put you on all this?”

“Don’t know.”

“Don’t know? You don’t know.”

“Trainer found ‘em…recommended.”

“You should be in a hospital.” Maki’s voice broke.

“Concert, charity, millions. Nico Nico Ni.” Nico had no idea if what she was saying made sense.

“Cancel. Refund. I’ll make a bigger donation.”

“Nico is a trooper.”

“Nico is a zombie. What the hell kind of irresponsible moron gave you all this?” Maki crashed all the bottles to the floor. “Did they inject you with anything?”

“It’s LA, Maki-chan, the beautiful people never stop.” Nico coughed. It hurt like 50 Umi arrows to the chest, “Nico is a beautiful people.”

“Nico-chan…” Maki was kneeling next to the bed, desperation and weariness lining her face. She’d never travelled well, Nico realized.

Nico managed to flip so she was on her side, managing to smile at Maki, “Hey pretty girl.”

“I am going to sue that quack into despair and destitution.”

Nico blinked, suddenly aware that Maki should be in Tokyo. “Why are you here, Maki-chan?.”

“Hanayo heard a rumor…”

“Did anyone see you?”

“I don’t care.” Maki’s head dropped to the bed, “Papa collapsed...and you’re like this and hiding it from me…and letting some greedy idiot try to kill you...if anything happens to you, Nico-chan…” And the tears, Nico could feel them as she reached for Maki, hot, heavy, rolling off pale cheeks.

“Nico will be fine.”

Maki shook her head.

“Look at me, Maki-chan.”

Maki raised her head. Her eyes were bright. She was always so bright, so caring, her native prickliness a fortification against all the emotions Maki didn’t know how to process.

“I will be fine.”

Maki surged up, her arms drawing in Nico, whose heart was really not rested enough for tackled into bed by the redhead of her dreams. “Maki-chan, you’re going to hug Nico to death.”

“Don’t say that.” Maki’s arm twitched for a minute like she was going to shove Nico away, but then Nico found herself pressed as closely as she’d ever been against a clothed Maki, which would have been amazing if she could breathe. So Nico let a cough out and Maki loosened her hold.

“Let Nico sleep.”

“Okay. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Nico had closed her eyes, muttering, “...love you.”

“I love you too, Nico-chan.”

A-RISE STEPS IN AT LAST MINUTE FOR NICO NI

NISHIKINO MAKI CHECKING OUT STANFORD RESEARCH FACILITIES, POSSIBLE PARTNERSHIP

Nico is officially spoiled. Another morning waking up to Maki curled up by her side...She’d shipped everyone else back to Japan, tour over, a solid break until Nico’s doctor cleared her for rehearsal. Nico sat up, teasing tumbles of red hair, Maki had been very clear that Nico had to clear the steroids out of her system first. But at least Maki hadn’t banned other forms of exercise.

“I’m not asleep, Nico-chan.” Maki mumbled, sounding totally still asleep.

“Thanks for coming to rescue Nico.”

“Don’t make me do it again. I might have to go back to school.”

“I thought you were joining the Board Of Directors ahead of schedule?”

Maki opened her eyes, stretching, “Order pancakes. And bacon. And orange juice. And muffins.”

“Brunch in bed.”

“I’m not leaving until I have to.”

Nico reached down to kiss Maki’s forehead, “It’s been nice having you here.”

“Then come home.”

“Nico is working on it.”

Maki raised an eyebrow. Nico sounded excited. “Is there something I don’t know about?”

“It was supposed to be your Christmas surprise, but Nico’s agent was still negotiating.”

What could Nico’s agent be negotiating that would be a Christmas surprise for Maki?

“I’m going be the main character in a TV drama, based in Tokyo.”

“Really?”

“Really. I didn’t get to be there when your Dad ended up in the hospital and I’m so sorry…I knew you needed me, but...this is our life...” Maki nodded as Nico gestured at the hotel suite, continuing, “And I knew you were going to be super busy with family stuff so I pitched an idea and two production companies jumped on board. Nico is taking a paycut and ownership, but all you’ll have to do is come upstairs and Nico will be right there, at least for six months.”

“Nico-chan…” Maki sat up.

Nico put her arm and pulled Maki in, Maki dropping her head to Nico’s shoulder, “We get through the tough stuff together, Maki-chan. We always have. I love you.”

“Love you.” Maki was falling asleep again. Nico would add coffee to their brunch order. Maki had to be awake enough to sneak out and catch a plane.

YAZAWA NICO TO STAR IN DOCTOR SMILE

DOCTOR NISHIKINO MAKI TAKES OVER FAMILY MEDICAL PRACTICE

If she didn’t have Nico, Maki would probably just live with a grand piano, a huge bathtub, and a couch to eat take out on, Nico thought as she sank into lavender scented steaming water.

“It’s not funny, Rin. And I don’t need weekly updates about who Nico’s kissing on the show.” Maki sounded aggravated. Nico giggled. She’d come home early from a weekend meet the fans event and snuck into Maki’s luxury tub to recover. Candles were lit, Idol music popping.

“Wait a minute, Rin. I think…” Maki’s steps sounded hasty and she was suddenly in the door of the bathroom.

Nico winked. “Hi Maki!”

Maki made a grumbly noise and turned sideways, “No, I’m okay, Rin. There’s just a surprise in my bathtub…” Maki glanced at Nico, “Rin says hi. And you have to stop using my cases, Nico-chan.”

“Did Rin say that? And who says Nico does?”

Maki glared, “Where do you even get your information?”

Nico raised a finger to her lips and winked.

“And that red wig. It’s awful. People think you’re making fun of me.” Maki listened to her phone. “Shut up, Rin.” And the phone went in her coat pocket.

“What did Rin say?”

“Nvermind.” Maki muttered.

“Maki-chan…” Nico splashed at Maki.

“No one would ever call me Dr. Smile.”

Nico guffawed, slapping water everywhere. “I miss Rin.”

“If I had Umi’s bow, I wouldn’t.”

“You love her.” Nico leaned back, watching her wife, who had flopped on the nearby chaise. “So who thinks Nico is making fun of you?”

“Papa.”

“PFfffffff…who cares.”

Maki glared, ‘“We’re trying to keep his stress levels low.”

“Red headed doctors are the best.”

“But I like your hair; it looks like you.”

“But our daughter will look like Dr. Smile.”

That threw Maki’s train of thought completely askew. The closest she could get was imagining Cotaro when she first met him with bright red hair.

“I wonder if our children will look like you? All your siblings do.”

“And they’re cute. But our children will be NicoMaki cute. I’ve seen your baby pictures, you were adorable.” Nico leaned back, smiling up at Maki. “Nico can’t wait to have a family to come home to.”

“You have me.”

“And I love it.” Nico blew lavender scented bubbles at Maki, “But you, me, the cutest children ever in the universe, and Christmas morning.”

Maki couldn’t keep the huge grin back. “I can tell them all about Santa-san.”

“But we’re not spoiling them too much.”

Maki pouted at Nico.

Nico giggled, “That’s what our parents will do.”

Maki got up, taking off her coat, sliding out of her jacket, unbuttoning her shirt halfway and slipping out of her pants. Then she sat on the edge of the tub, feet in the water, toes teasing Nico’s legs. “You’re going to tour less, right.”

“Nico’s not touring now. You’re going to cut down your hours, right, Maki-chan.”

“Just started the search for an Executive Director. And put the LGBTQ+ Health Centers proposal on the fast track.”

Nico leaned over, her chin on Maki’s thigh, “We’ve worked really hard for this.”

“We have.”

“I think Mama knows.”

Maki laughed, “It was that morning she surprised us at breakfast, wasn’t it?”

For once, Nico was the one blushing. “Nico needs…” Nico’s arm slipped under Maki’s shirt, a casual touch on Maki’s back, “more elegant pajamas for entertaining company.”

“No you don’t.”

“You like it when Nico borrows your shirt.”

“No, I love it when Nico-chan borrows my shirt.”

“Nico loves your pajamas.” Nico’s fingers started tracing patterns.

“Ha!” Keeping her cool with Nico this close had always been impossible so Maki just lowered herself into the water, pausing for a messy, wet kiss, “Let’s skip dinner.”

NISHIKINO MAKI AND YAZAWA NICO: DETAILS OF THEIR WHIRLWIND COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE

The interviewer leaned forward as Maki ran a hand through her hair. She was relaxed in a light gray Tadashi Shoji corded lace sheath dress, and confidently answered her question, “It was a long day, my eyes were so tired everything was blurry and I got in the wrong elevator. Nico had just gotten pics of the Ayase twins and we started talking about high school.”

“Talking?” Nico snorted, standing behind Maki, hands in the pockets of bright pink Victoria Beckham trousers, the matching blazer falling open, “It was all Nico’s sex appeal. Nico is irresistible.”

Maki leaned her head back, a private smile for Nico, “Nico is irresistible.”

“Is it irresponsible to take so much time off from your responsibilities to take a world tour honeymoon and then start a family?”

Nico chuckled, her hands on Maki’s shoulder, “We’ve planned carefully. And they’re our businesses. Nico never understood people working themselves to death, not taking time for family. We want to change corporate culture.”

“You’ve always been ambitious, Nico. What’s your next project?”

Nico winked, “That’s just between us.”

“No hints for our viewers, Maki?”

Nico leaned down, arms around Maki’s shoulders, whispering something in her ear. Maki’s full, flaring blush could have been a picture from high school. The interviewer laughed.

“Nice to see you two worked out the Penthouse Wars.”

“Nico is a reasonable person.”

Maki threw back her head, laughing, “Sure, that’s why.”

“Well, Nico is certainly a top…”

“Nico-chan!”

“I love you, Maki-chan.” Giggling, Nico kissed her wife’s cheek.

Nico might have been the only one to hear Maki’s muttered, “I love you, Nico-chan.” But it had always been true.

A/N: Another AU Yeah August request, it started out as Married Rivals, but I was reading a Dolly Parton songwriting book and in the songs about love chapter there were these lyrics from "Between Us":

In our love let's share a friendship between us Always close enough to talk things out Let's be honest with ourselves and each other And our love will never know mistrust or doubt

So I just started writing conversations.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #married #married life #fluff #minor illness and angst #au yeah august

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pastelbatfandoms · 4 years ago

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A/N: Mughead is back! it’s been sooo long! (Like 2 years lol) But recently My Muses decided that Juggie,and FP lbh,wanted My attention. So the story continues! If you need a refresher the story is on My Masterlist. Now for Michelle and Jughead’s First date.♥

Warnings: None. Maybe some Angst because they’re Teens.

Part 7

When Michelle got home she flopped onto her princess bed and hesitantly called Jughead. He answered on the second ring. {He must be excited too.} She thought. “Hey.”

“Hi! So where did you want to go on our date?” Jug asked.

“I’m not sure. Did you have anything in mind?” Shelle asked back.

“Well since you asked,I was thinking we could share a float at Pop’s and then go to the Drive in? I know we do that with the group alot but it would just be us two this time,so maybe it’ll be different? If you think it’s stupid I understand.” Jughead ended hastily,flustered.

“No Juggie that sounds great! And you’re right it will be different.” Michelle reassured him with more confidence then she felt.

Jughead sighed. “Good. Cause that’s all i had,i’m not much of a club person.”

“Me Neither.” Michelle admitted. “I do like dancing but I don’t like crowds. Besides that’s not a very good first date. But The Beach is also good.”

“Maybe next time.” Jughead replied without realizing what he’d just said.

{They’ll be a next time?!} They both thought to themselves,wide eyed.

After that initial shock they talked for hours,just like old times. Until it was time for them to go to bed in preparation for their date the next day.

Michelle’s POV

“Mom is it okay if I go to Veronica’s tonight?” I asked that Saturday morning at breakfast. While My Nieces played The ABC game,which is something we had made up.

“Britney Beers.” Carol said as they let out giggles.

I grinned and turned to My Mom who was making Eggs and Bacon (extra crispy for me.) “So Can I go?”

Is her Mom going to be there?” She asked.

“Yeah.” “Then yes you may.”

“Also...” I cleared my throat,nervous.

Mom turned around grinning. “Yes?”

“Jughead asked me out on a date.” I told her,with a big smile.

Mom smirked at she sat the plate of food on the island in the center of the kitchen for us to get. She looked at,crossing her arms. “Ah so that’s why you want to go to Veronica’s.” She remarked knowingly.

“Not the only reason...but yeah.” I admitted shyly.

“Well I don’t see why not,I like Jughead. Where are you planning on going?” She asked.

“Pop’s and The Twilight.” I told her.

“Well as long as it’s not his place,then you can go.” Mom consented.

My Mother loved Jughead but not his Dad,I think he reminded her too much of My Dad,her Ex Husband.

“We won’t and I’ll go straight to Ronnie’s afterwards,promise.” I replied excitedly as I got up to give her a kiss on the cheek. I ate my food then get up to go get ready for later,I hug The Twins. “B Bove Bou.”

“Be Bove Bou Boo Buntie.” Cheryl replied laughing.

That night Veronica,Betty and Mrs Lodge picked me up.

It was the first time I had been to Veronica’s house or should I say Fancy Hotel.

“Wow this is better than The Tipton.” I said jokingly, in awe as we entered.

Veronica Shrugged. “it’s no Mansion.”

“But it’s what we have now,right Ronnie?” Hermione Lodge said with a look and a hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“Yes Mommykins and I’m grateful.” Veronica replied with a knowing smile,I had a feeling they had had a similar conversation before,Betty and I stifled back a laugh as we grinned at one another.

“it’s more than I have.” I said in awe as I gestured to the vast entryway.

“Hey the help need help too.” Veronica remarked with a flip of her hair. Betty and I laughed. Only The Lodges.

“My Parents don’t even have this much money. As much as My Mother loves to act like we do.” Betty said,with a roll of her eyes.

“Well girls I have work to do.” Hermione says kissing Ronnie’s cheek far more daintly then I had My Mom. “I’ll be in My office if you need me.” She wagged her fingers at us as we waved back and retreated into The Foyer.

“Ok ladies. We have an outfit to plan.” Veronica Smirked putting her arms around our shoulders as we grinned excitedly walking up the grand staircase.

Veronica’s room was like a rich person’s dollhouse,but done up in creme’s and purples not pink. Betty rushed to the walk in closet while Veronica started pulling out makeup from her vanity.

“Perfect!” Betty exclaimed pulling out A floral mini dress and white jacket.

“What shoes?” Veronica mused with a finger to her chin.

“Ronnie I knew we weren’t the same size in shoes so I think I brought the perfect pair.” I answered,producing a pair of knee high black boots from my overnight bag.

“Simple but sexy,love it.” Veronica approved.

“Adorable.” Betty nodded in agreement.

“Now lets get your face on.” Veronica said as she places me on the stool in front of her vanity while Betty plays with my hair.

Once they were done,I looked well just perfect enough to go on my first date. My blond hair with its pink streak was in soft curls while two sides were pinned back thanks to Betty,My makeup was soft,peachy and natural. “ I have a real date with Jughead Jones.” I exclaim almost to myself in awe that I was actually going out with the boy I had a crush on since we had met in grade school.

“He’s going to flip.” Betty said.

“Forsthye won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.” Veronica added.

Jughead’s POV

It turns out they were right,as once Jughead picked Michelle up for their date,he gazed at her just as in awe as she had been that they were actually doing this,and he admitted he’d changed multiple times in nervous anticipation. Plus the way she looked....those boots were a perfect choice as they reminded Jug of the old Michelle.

“You look...wow.” Jug trailed off,at a loss for words.

“Told you.” Veronica muttered,elbowing Michelle as she shook her head.

“Ready to go?” Jughead held his arm out as Michelle took it. “Ladies.” Jughead and Michelle waved goodbye to the girls as they giggled to one another.

“Have fun.” Veronica winked at them.

“Not too much fun.” Betty told them.

“No worries about that.” Jughead told them. “We’ll have our own fun.” Jughead gave Michelle a cheeky grin as she smiled back and they walked to Jughead’s Dad’s truck.

“Where’s your Dad?” She asked climbing into the passenger side.

“Probably in a drunken stupor somewhere.” Jughead joked but Michelle could hear the bitterness underneath. “I learned how to drive when I was 13.”

“Legally?” She asked.

“Nope. Rule to that was don’t get caught. But I have one now,so don’t worry.” Jughead answered with a smirk.

There first destination was Pop Tates with a late night Hitchcock movie at the Twilight drive in. They ordered burgers and fries with milkshakes,a cookies and cream for Jughead and Vanilla for Michelle, they ended up splitting the bill and talked for what felt like hours it was easy and fun,they talked about everything under the sun,from the funniest stories to the most inttelectual,Jughead’s writing and what they wanted to do in life,to the more serious,Jug’s home life of which Michelle could sympathize. “You’re not the only one with a disappointment for a father.” Michelle told him.

Michelle was spontaneous and asked Jughead to dance. Won over by her enthusiasm he agreed. They danced to Hey Violet,until it was time to go to the movies.

Where they cuddled in the back of his truck and watched Rear Window,sharing Popcorn and soda. They did little more then hold hands though.

After the date Jughead confided in Michelle how he was frustrated over what happened to Jason Blossom. “I know he didn’t just drown. Cheryl was there...Something is off about the whole thing.” Jughead had that furrowed brow he got when was trying to solve something,Michelle took his hand. “My Sister died when I was young,I understand how Cheryl feels. But I also know how it feels to not get justice for something like that. we’ll solve Jason’s murder,I’ll help you.” Michelle assured Jughead looking him in the eyes.

Jughead simply stared at her for a moment,wondering how he had gotten so lucky,as his heart swelled Jughead realized she had always been more then one of his closest friends,he was in love with her,always had been.

“Michelle I...” Jughead tried to tell her,he really did,but the words got stuck in his throat.

“Jug what?” Michelle looked at him expectantly.

But all Jughead could do was stare at her then impulsively he took her face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Michelle was,happily,surprised at first but smiling returned the kiss as the sun started to set.

To say that Michelle was glowing when she returned to Veronica’s that night was an understatement,all thoughts of sleep where diminished though as the girls immediately wanted to know everything and they ended up talking until the early morning.

♥♥♥♥

A/N: Finally got motivated to write more! It’s been a couple years lol as far as Riverdale. Hopefully I will write more for this so stay tuned.

#riverdale fanfiction #Mughead #Jughead x oc

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gainerstories · 5 years ago

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Muffin Tops: Chapter 5 (Community Story)

Written by: theatregaming

“Hey kid, end of the line”

Diego woke with a start to a hand on his shoulder. Looking up bleary-eyed he saw the bus driver looking down at him kindly.

“Thick Sands Beach, I hope you didn’t miss your stop?” He questioned.

“Oh no, this is it, thanks.” Diego answered as he stood and collected his bags to leave the bus.

It was a shame that his car had broken down several months ago, and not having a job had made it difficult to get it fixed. He was determined to see his boyfriend during spring break, so the bus ride back home was a necessity. Hayden had offered to pick Diego up, but he knew that their absence all these months was his fault, and he was determined to do this himself.

Stepping off the air-conditioned bus, he was struck by the heat immediately. He began to sweat almost instantly with all the extra weight he now carried around. This was not helped by the suitcase and two backpacks he had slung over each shoulder. He was supposed to meet his family here soon, but the bus had pulled in early and the scorching heat had him dying for some relief. Maneuvering his bags to the shaded area of the bus terminal, he spied an ice cream truck nearby, currently surrounded by several children and their exasperated parents. His mouth began to water at the thought of ice cream, and he continued over to the truck, reading the menu while he waited for the last few kids to run back in the direction of the beach.

“What’ll it be, big guy?” Asked the man in his crisp, white uniform, complete with a little hat.

“Hey, er, can I grab a banana split, a choc top cone and a large strawberry milkshake?” Diego replied, handing over the cash.

“How nice of you to grab your order for all your friends” He mused, filling the order.

“Oh yeah, I guess it was my turn” Diego replied before heading back to the shade of the bus terminal. After polishing off his treats, his parent’s showed up several minutes later and Diego saw the confusion on his mother’s face as the pair of them approached.

“Diego!” Exclaimed his father, bringing the two of them into a rough embrace. “How was your trip?”

“Fine, Dad. Just glad to be back for a bit before graduation” He managed to squeeze out, as the hug intensified.

“Oh Hernando, let him breathe!” His mother said with exasperation, before swooping in for a kiss on his cheek.

The three of them chatted as they headed back to the car, though he noticed the two of them kept stealing glances at his middle. His mother in a curious way, while his father seemed almost pleased. After an afternoon of unpacking, Diego saw that Hayden had texted him, asking about the bus ride and confirming they still had dinner plans. Diego replied in the affirmative and Hayden said he would swing by at 7pm. Diego spent the next 45 minutes getting ready for their date. As he walked out of the shower, towel tied around his waist, he jumped slightly as he saw his dad walking past.

“It’s so good to have you home D” His father said, smiling down at him, his own rather large gut dominating his figure.

“Thanks Dad.” Diego replied.

“I mean it.” Hernando said, and clapped his son on the shoulder. “You really look like a man now, what with that stubble and how much… bigger you’ve gotten. Your mother wants to put you on a diet, but you’re a man now, and I’ll make sure she knows that.”

“Wow, okay, thanks for the vote of confidence, but I ah, really have to finish getting ready.” Diego replied, his still damp form dripping on the carpet.

“Sure thing, and take the car tonight, eh?”

Dressed in one of the few pairs of pants that fit him and a rather tight button up, Diego drove into Thick Sands Beach just as the lights were flickering on around the boardwalk. Many of the vendors were packing up for the day, or gone, but Thick Sands Bakery was still lit up like a christmas tree. The soft golden light illuminated the displays of eclairs, donuts, pastries and everything else Diego had so desperately missed. But nothing compared to the sight of Hayden, smiling as he served a woman. It was like his first time all over again, only 20 pounds heavier. The bell jingled as he stepped inside the familiar place, his senses assaulted with delectable smells and sights. Hayden grinned from ear to ear as he saw Diego arrive and then froze in shock, before settling on a kind of incredulous joy.

“Diego! Oh my god I’ve missed you so much!” Hayden cried, emerging from behind the counter to embrace his boyfriend.

“Me too babe, you have no idea!” Diego replied, noting that he hadn’t been the only one who had added some poundage. The two embraced for a moment, their fresh belly fat squishing together in the tight hug before breaking apart and kissing deeply. Hayden tasted of dark chocolate and cinnamon, an intoxicating mix that meant he had been experimenting and sampling his own creations.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I have so many things I want you to test, oh and it wasn’t particularly busy today so there’s a ton of day olds, plus I want to hear everything about college and the past few months.” Hayden blurted.

“I thought you reserved us a table at that Italian place, Pancia Grasso?” Diego mused.

“I did, but you wouldn’t want to let all these pastries go to waste would you?” Hayden asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Of course not. Let’s head over to the restaurant, then come back here for dessert?” Diego growled in his lovers ear.

“Now that’s a plan”

The two ate like pigs at Pancia Grasso. The restaurant was top notch and the waiters kept the two boys plates and glasses full. They waddled out several hours later, groaning and holding their bloated bellies in pain. They barely made it back to the bakery, where Hayden gathered up several baskets of treats. Diego then drove them up to the old lighthouse that overlooked Thick Sands beach and they lay on the grass near the edge of the cliff. The only sounds were the crash of waves and the wind whistling atop the cliff face. Despite their fullness, they munched away on the pastries, talking well into the early hours of the morning. At a lull in the conversation, Hayden slipped his hand under Diego’s shirt and began to rub his bloated gut in circles. Emboldened from his partner’s moaning, he then took his shirt off. At the top of the cliff, overlooking the picturesque beach, the two men made love. Many pastries were eaten in the mix, as well as a few bottles of whipped cream, custard and chocolate sauce that Hayden had hidden at the bottom of one of the baskets. They fell asleep under the stars, bodies intermingled and coated in delectable blend of sugar, sweat and cum.

Startled awake by the morning light, Diego realised he was naked and on full display, with Hayden sleeping soundly beside him. It was only now that he truly took stock of their bodies. Hayden was much doughier than he was. With a soft, low hanging belly and a thickening chest, his lover looked like a heaping chunk of white chocolate, oozing across the picnic blanket in the warmth. The baker had a distinct double chin that his beard failed to mask and his cheeks had plumped up to look positively jolly. He had a wider figure than Diego too, with large, puffy love handles and back fat that formed more rolls than when they last had met. The sight of his boyfriend so fat and soft turned him on immensely. Sitting upwards he took stock of his own figure, which had so drastically inflated these past years. His own fat was firmer than Hayden’s and gave him a solid belly that still retained some give. His chest had plumped up too but had not yet begun to sag. He wriggled out from beneath Hayden’s gooey thigh and stood up to stretch. Diego could sense his round, juicy ass bouncing in the fresh air. He scratched his cheek and felt sugar and jizz clinging to his dark hair. It was a miracle of genetics how it jutted out so perfectly, full and ripe, but still absolutely fat. His thighs were as thick as Hayden’s, but stockier from a base of muscle. His previously toned arms were now coated in a layer fat, causing them to bulge from beneath all his tees. He looked positively thick.

His whole body seemed to bounce as he struggled to put his clothes on. Hayden stirred and rolled onto his back, causing his hard on to spring into the air with a soft reverberation to his fat pad. At the sight of this, Diego pulled down his underwear as soon as he pulled them up. He stepped forward to straddle Hayden between his legs, then slowly lowered his fat ass onto Hayden’s cock.

#gainer stories #theatregaming #muffin tops #community story #muffintops

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storibambino · 7 years ago

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Brown Recluse

A/N: Here we are!! This is for the @hoopshoney fic fest bang thang. I had to break this up into parts because it was so freaking long. I have no beta so any mistakes are all me. Also, there is minimal editing cause I live on the edge. My first prompt: “Don’t go in there!” “Why” “There’s a spider!” There is music ahead so click those links when you see em. Finally, ENJOY!!

On Ao3

Pairing: Erik x Athera (Black OFC)

Warnings: smut (+18), strong language

Words: 2.3k

There’s a bottom to the top of the moment. You won’t always be around. Catch a nigga coming quickly behind you. People want you underground.

“Why do you like this song?” He huffed.

“It’s kinda weird and mysterious, just like me.” She said playfully then stuck out her tongue from the passenger seat. “Plus, I love all things, Donald Glover.”

He huffed out a laugh, “So you think you’re mysterious huh?” She nodded her head proudly. “The only thing mysterious about you is how you are always hungry and never serious. This is the last time I let you have the aux. Got me out here listening to some bullshit.”

“I’m going to eat you alive.” She sang along with the music while caressing his thigh. “Please don’t find me rude but I don’t eat fast food, so don’t run too fast.” She threw her head back and moaned out the rest of the words.”

“Athera, if you don’t stop I will turn this car around and the ONLY thing you’re gonna be eating is this dick. That’s the shit I be talking about” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road but a smirk begins to tug on the corners of his mouth.

“Watch your mouth, Erik. You know I’m hungry and you promised me real food.” Removing her hand and sitting back in her own seat.

“How about you keep an eye on it for me.” He winked and side-eying her a bit.

They weren’t far from the little diner near the club Athera bar tended nights and weekends, Onyx. They had met at the bar one night and he quickly became a regular due to generous pours and the DDs she was packing didn’t hurt either. The chatting was kept cordial and never really went anywhere until one particularly stressful night.

It was late and she was closing alone when a group of rowdy guys decided they wanted more than one more drink, Usually, Athera could handle herself but three on one is never a fair fight. She went for the bat under the bar and was able to get a few hits in before being drug across the bar when one of the assailants grabbed it. Kicking and wielding a broken bottle was how Erik found the situation. He immediately jumped in, picking up the discarded bat and cracking the man closest to him. They quickly beat and cut the attackers and sent them on their way. In the aftermath, Erik asked if she needed anything and her response was “a burger”. They made their way to the small diner to eat, process what happened, and really get to know each other. Despite being attacked she cracked a lot of jokes and was able to simultaneously make him laugh and convince him not to go find the guys from earlier and kill them.

That night he fed her and she fucked him.

That was almost two years ago and the formula hadn’t changed. Violence and food was their love language and it worked, by some crazy happenstance. Today was no different, there would be food and then there would be fun. They didn’t spend many days together due to Erik being active in the military and Athera bartending but neither seemed to mind too much. When they were together they were present and happy even if Athera made it a point to get on his nerves.

“Imma get a milkshake.” She stated. “Strawberry. I’ll dip my fries in it.” Smiling big to herself.

“Is food all you think about?” He asked, pulling into the parking lot.

“Nope. Sex is a close second.” Playfully placing her hand on his thigh just as the song was winding down. She sang the final words while inching up his thigh to his hip while looking him in the eyes. “Oh, you can’t run from me. You can’t hide from me.” Just as she reached the place where his leg and hip connected she winked and hopped out the car, practically skipping to the entrance of the diner.

Athera was just getting to the milkshake in her order when Erik entered the diner. He swiftly made his way to counter and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. When she finished her order he put in his usual and made a point to let the cashier know it was to go. Athera raised a curious eyebrow at him. He had also promised they would sit down to eat and go shopping after. He read her expression and a devilish smirk crept across his face.

“You can’t run from me.” He whispered, gripping her behind just this side of too tight.

“Girl, put that shit down now.” He snapped closing the door of their shared apartment.

“At least let me have my milkshake first. Aren’t you hungry?” Fries and shake still in her hands.

“Actually I am but not for this.” Taking the fries from her hands. She holds on to the shake and gives him a look to say she isn’t letting go. He releases the shake but picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. In three steps he’s down the hallway in front of the bedroom. In one and half more she’s bouncing on the bed from being tossed inside.

“Watch the milkshake!” She shimmies up the bed so she’s sitting up against the headboard then takes her phone out to do God knows what. He’s still in the doorway watching her drink her milkshake with a smile.

“You really enjoying that shake huh?”

“Yep. Should’ve gotten one.”

“Nah, I’m thirsty for something else.” He settles himself between her legs on his knees. He lifts her legs and places them on his hips then slides forward. She watches him closely but doesn’t put down the cup, not even removing her lips from the straw. “That shake more interesting than me?” He asks while unbuttoning her pants, hooking his index fingers through the belt loops and sliding down her jeans and panties in one motion. She lifts her hips to let the material slide away before answering.

“Maybe, but in my defense, it is really, really good.” She sighs and smiles around the straw.

“Word? Lemme get some then.”

She extended her arm tilted the cup toward him. Instead of taking a sip he put his index finger over the straw and pulled it out of the cup, allowing the cold liquid to fall on her upper thigh. She shuddered slightly and let out a small whimper. The cool sensation was immediately replaced by his tongue lapping up droplets.

“You’re right. It’s delicious.” He hummed. Before she can adjust he trails the rest of the remaining shake up her thigh and to the sensitive skin above her arousal. He follows the trail with his tongue leaving nips and kisses along the way. “Now I’m in the mood for something sweeter.” Taking the cup from her he placed it on the end table next to the bed.

“What did you have in mind?” She spoke softly but her eyes betrayed how excited she was. Her chestnut eyes were almost black, pupils blow wide with lust.

“Oh, so now I have your attention?” He teased, just as smug as the cat that got the cream.

As much as she loved the absolutely loved the downright sinful things Erik was doing with his mouth and tongue, she enjoyed annoying him more. Giving him her own smug smile she tapped a few screens. She had connected to the Bluetooth speaker on the shelf and another of her favorite songs began to play.

All I see is Zombies, walking all around us…

“Man, not this shit again.” He snatches the phone and tosses it on the end table with the shake. She lets out a laugh and begins to move with the music.

“Come here. You know you feeling this.” She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her forehead against his.

You will find there is no safe place to hide.

“Aight, aight I guess I can work with this.” He kisses her, soft and sweet at first before she deepens the kiss. Her lips are still sticky from the milkshake, he licks into her mouth and she opens so their tongues can mingle. She lays back taking him with her and lets her hand roam from his neck to his locs, pulling gently. Suddenly, Erik pulls away and sits back on his heels.

He just stares at her. What a sight she was, miles of brown skin and curves, plush lips a little pink and bitten. Sometimes he did this, just wanted to watch her. It was hard to believe for the last two years she had been there for him through everything. Times like this he just wanted to confirm that this, that she was real.

“Hey, asshole. You were doing something.” Her voice brings him out of thoughts. Irises just silvers of brown around pools of black, she was getting impatient and he told her as much. “Baby you wanted my full attention, now you have it.”

“You know I hate that baby talk.”

“I don’t recall. Remind me?” She mused giving him her best seductive look, complete with lower lip biting. Going the extra mile she grabbed his hand and kissed each fingertip without breaking eye contact. Erik let out a soft groan and used his other hand to spread her fold.

“Is all this for me?” He asked when he felt she was quite aroused.

“Nah nigga, it’s for my milkshake.” She fussed before abruptly being cut off when Erik slipped two fingers into her entrance.

“Athera, what have I told you about that mouth?” There was no response. Unsatisfied his thumb found her clit and began to move in excruciatingly slow circles. “I asked you a question.”

“Don’t…..recall.” Came her response. She took his index and middle finger into her mouth hoping to avoid any more questions. He let her have a moment, but only one before he removed his fingers from her mouth with a pop. She was able to let out a choked off moan before his hand was at her throat, applying pressure but not enough to cut off her air.

“I will ask again. What have I told you about that mouth?” He punctuated the sentence with a rough thrust of his fingers against her g-spot.

“It’s gonna get me in trouble!” She blurted out, bucking her hips and closing her eyes. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“What you asking for sweetheart?” Although he knew exactly what she wanted his favorite game was making her ask nicely. “Can’t give you what you need unless you ask.” Still rubbing her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“Please…ah….please gimme that dick baby boo.” She said with a smile and a wink, cause why not.

“Hardhead ass girl. It’s coo cause that ass is soft.” He said snatching his hand from her neck and sliding his fingers from her pleasure center. She moaned at the loss of contact but was pleased with the annoyed look on Erik’s face. Which she didn’t get to see for very long because Erik grabbed her hip and flipped her to her stomach then laid on top of her.

She could feel he was hard through his joggers and couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath and curse she pulled from him when wiggled her bare ass against him.

“What am I going to do with you crazy girl?” He groaned.

“Fuck me silly?” She giggled.

“Imma fuck them jokes out of you tonight.”

He pushed up on his palms to remove his pants and underwear then snatched a pillow and stuffed it under her hips to improve the angle. Placing one hand on the small of her back he used his knees to spread her legs as far as they would go, lined himself up with her opening then pushed in completely. A loud cry escaped her and she pressed her face into the covers. He gave a few experimental thrusts to find the angle that allowed him to hit her g-spot head-on. Once he found it he inserted himself fully again.

Athera’s hands had come up to cover her mouth when Erik noticed he pried them away and moved them behind her back holding them there with one hand

“Don’t get quiet now.” He stated before he began a steady rhythm. “I wanna hear each joke leave that smart, pretty mouth of yours.”

She meant to say something else witty or sarcastic but broken moans were all that came out between the sounds of skin meeting skin. In her defense, it really was quite difficult to form complete and entertaining thoughts while having her guts rearranged.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nigga, shut up. I’m still goofy….You supposed to be fucking me silly.” Maybe she could still be snarky while getting dicked down.

He took the response as encouragement to really fuck it up. Putting both hands on her lower back he forced her to arch almost painfully and started to pound into her rapid fire. The entire bed shook from the force. Her inner walls began to flutter, cheering him on even more. She was close and he knew exactly how to send her over the edge. He slowed down, only slightly, and leaned down to nip at her right shoulder.

“You silly yet?” He whispered. When she opened her mouth to respond his hand came down hard on her right ass cheek. Whatever response she was going to give came out a sob as she came apart under him. The force of her orgasm had him coming right behind her, literally. They rode out the aftershocks together until he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. She didn’t move arms still behind her back and face in the covers.

“The hell you doing?” Erik huffed out, still catching his breath.

She turned her face to him. This was his favorite look on her, freshly fucked and still blissed out. When she realized he was staring a wide smile broke out on her face. “I have the right to remain fucked…silly.”

“I swear to God imma leave yo dumb ass.”

Part 2

#StoriesbyStori #Erik Killmonger #Erik x Athera #Black OFC #ForWakandaFF #smut #feelings #silly girl #that damn milkshake

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caratdreams · 7 years ago

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surreptitious

aka “you hate my best friend and we’re not supposed to be dating and yet ...”

Member: S. Coups

Word Count: 6.5k

Money was a powerful incentive. It spearheaded the actions of the filthy-rich, let alone influenced the decisions of a student struggling to pay rent. The first time you agreed to do the night shift was because you knew you needed the money, and now it was a regular part of your routine. One which, uncharacteristically, you looked forward to.

The face of the clock, its retro design perfectly encapsulating the aura of the diner, read a few minutes past one in the morning. At any moment now, he would stride through the doors, followed by the same group of boys he always seemed to be with.

“So, where’s my favourite waitress?”

Ah, there he was.

“Right here, as always. Let me guess,” you pretended to be unaffected as he placed his forearms on the counter, leaning in towards you. The familiar scent of his leather jacket was a welcome change to the smell of cooking oil that you had become so accustomed to. “Medium fries and a large chocolate milkshake?”

“You know me so well.” It had been two months since the dark-haired, bright-eyed boy in front of you had first walked in to the diner. His appearances at first were sporadic, but once he’d figured out that you worked the night shift every Thursday, he began to show up almost weekly. Up to this point he had never shown up alone, always with at least a couple other boys. Taking their orders was merely a formality at this point, as they had never once deviated from their choices.

After calling out the orders to the chefs in the kitchen, you turned back around to find that he was still leaning against the counter. He simply smiled when yours eyes drifted behind him to his friends sat at a booth, before returning to him.

“What exactly is it that you do every Thursday night that has you coming here afterwards?” Your gaze dropped to his lips as you waited for his answer, watching as he parted them to speak, wondering, not for the first time, what it would be like to kiss them.

“It’s hard to concentrate when you look at me like that, you know.” A brief moment of concern rushed through you as you wondered if you really were that easy to read, but you weren’t going to push him any further on that point.

“Don’t avoid the question.” He smirked. Every interaction you had seemed to prove to him that you weren’t one to give up easily.

“We’re just hanging out,” he shrugged, placing a palm on the counter. “It’s a nice way to de-stress.” Something told you that his definition of ‘hanging out’ was a lot different to yours. “I have a question for you, actually. When are you gonna let me take you out on a date?” The words surprised you, for you never once thought his flirting was serious. Raising an eyebrow, you considered his offer.

“I don’t even know your name.” Which wasn’t fair, really, as your nametag had revealed yours immediately during your first meeting. You remembered how he had first said your name, letting it roll of the tongue, and how your heart jumped at the sound.

“Seungcheol. Only my dad calls me that, though. I’m just Cheol to everyone else.”

“Well, Cheol.” You tore a piece of thermal paper from the receipt printer. He peaked over to see that you had written your name, with digits following. “Why don’t you take my number, and I’ll let you know if you can take me on a date?”

“If or when?” You didn’t answer, as one of the chefs had called your name. Once you disappeared into the kitchen, Seungcheol placed the piece of paper in his pocket before sliding into the booth with his friends.

The rest of the shift passed by uneventfully after the boys left, and when you weren’t making conversation with the chefs or cleaning up, you found yourself staring at the clock. Ten minutes left, which was only sixty seconds ten times, easy. Your phone buzzed.

Jeonghan [02:20]: near the diner, need me to pick u up?

You [02:20]: yes please, shift finishes in 10

The obnoxious beeping of a horn alerted you of Jeonghan’s presence. Unlike the uncertainty that surrounded Seungcheol, you knew exactly why Jeonghan was awake and outside at this time of night. Whereas most people, like yourself, got a part-time job, Jeonghan raced cars. The entire practice of streetracing was illegal, but that didn’t deter him, nor did the dangers associated with it. You couldn’t imagine doing something like that regularly, but who were you to stop him?

“How was your shift?” he asked, head turned as he focused on reversing the car. “Did that guy you have a crush on show up again?”

“Oh, shut up, it’s not a crush!” You smacked Jeonghan’s forearm, lips curling up in satisfaction when he yelped.

“Come on, you can’t talk about the guy without getting that stupid smile on your face. Did you at least find out his name?” He was cruising down the road now, battling his inner drive to go even faster – he knew it would only make you uncomfortable.

“Yes, and I gave him my number.”

“Look at you, making big moves. You’re all grown up!”

“I can tell when you’re mocking me, you dick.” Your hand fiddled with the zip of your jacket, the rest of your body tensing as you came to ask the next question. “How was your night?” You knew he had been practicing with the others, speeding their cars around the outskirts of the city trying to best their times. There was a race coming up, one which seemed important to them though you didn’t know all the details.

“It was good. Promising.” He slowed down, coming to a traffic light. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, he turned to you. “You should come, you know.” This wasn’t the first time he had tried to get you to watch a race, and it probably wasn’t going to be the last. You both admired and hated his persistence.

“I don’t wanna watch you hurt yourself.”

“Look at me, have I ever hurt myself? I’m probably the safest driver out of everyone you know.”

“That’s hard to believe.”

“Just this one race, Y/N, and I’ll never ask you again. Hey, you might even enjoy it. Plus, there’s gonna be an afterparty.”

“Fine. Just this once.”

Throughout your life, you had received mixed messages about trusting your gut. At the age of five, you had been too scared to climb the monkey bars in the playground. The knots in your stomach didn’t let up when your so-called best friend warned you that you had to climb them, or else. All you got from that interaction was a broken arm from falling from the frame, and a bittersweet sense of satisfaction from knowing that you were right. You much preferred to listen to your mother, who had told you to always trust your instinct.

That familiar knot in your stomach was present as you looked down the road, one that seemed to lead absolutely nowhere – only into the dead of the night.

“Relax.” Jeonghan’s light voice tore through your musings. He handed you a beer, which you were quick to accept because Lord knows you needed something. “The stars are out, Seokmin’s gonna win the race tonight, no one’s gonna get hurt – what’s there to be worried about?”

“It’s my first time being at something like this, I don’t know.”

“If you can handle Jun’s parties, you can definitely handle this.” That at least managed to get you to break out into a smile. “Also, didn’t you tell me you have a date tomorrow? I don’t want you passing out from anxiety and hitting your head before then, now cheer up.”

Over the past few days your thoughts had been clouded by an unsettling mix of uni work, the race, and your upcoming date with Seungcheol. You hadn’t expected him to text you so quickly, nor did you think he would be so proactive in setting up the date. The thought of spending some alone time with him actually excited you, the complete opposite of the tension that flew through you when you thought about the race.

The tough love from Jeonghan that you were so used to did its job in terms of easing your nerves. The knot in your stomach was subdued as you sat on the grass with the rest of Jeonghan’s racing crew. Their laughter and uncensored joy was of comfort to you. Scanning the area, you noticed that a pretty decent-sized crowd had showed up to watch the race – some you recognised, some you didn’t. You didn’t think it would be this big of a deal.

“The assholes are here.” Soonyoung spoke, eyes darting across his phone as he read out the text. According to his source, who you later found out to be the all-seeing Joshua Hong, ‘the assholes’ were already at the starting line, and you assumed they were responsible for the sudden blasting of music. “Race starts in ten minutes.”

“Is there anywhere for me to pee around here?” You at least wanted to go before the race started, you didn’t want to have to deal with the extra discomfort of a full bladder. “Don’t say a bush.”

“There’s some portable toilets down there.” Seokmin replied, jerking his thumb behind him.

“Who funds all this shit?” you spoke, mainly to yourself, as you walked in the direction he pointed at.

“You probably don’t want to know.” Jeonghan called after you, half-joking and half-serious.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if the toilet door was never going to open. You decided to give it one last push before you called one of the boys. The door opened, and you yelped when you felt it hit something, wincing when you heard someone yelp in pain.

“Oh, shit! Sorry!” You peered your head around the door to see who you had hit. Half of his face was covered by the hand he had brought to his cheek, but you would recognise him anywhere. The leather jacket sat comfortably on his frame, as it always did. There was a slick comment on the tip of your tongue, but words failed you.

“It’s fine, seri-” Seungcheol stopped himself mid-sentence once you stepped out of the toilet, his lips remaining parted. He cocked his head to the side, his mouth eventually curling into a hesitant smile. “Never thought I’d see my favourite waitress at one of these races.”

“I don’t usually show up to these things.”

“I know, I would’ve spotted you. This doesn’t really seem like your scene, anyway.” This wasn’t how you would willingly spend your night, he could tell. He didn’t want to judge based on appearance, but it was hard not to, when you carried yourself the way you did. From the way you wore your hair, to the way you spoke, it seemed as if you were above all this. Or, at least, that you thought you were. That was the main reason he didn’t want you to know.

“It’s not, but my friend races. One of his boys is racing tonight and he’s been begging me to come for ages, so,” you shrugged, letting the sentence hang in the air. Seungcheol’s eyes narrowed at your words.

“Your friend races?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Who’s your friend?”

“Jeonghan. You know him?”

“You’re friends with Yoon Jeonghan?” There must have been something wrong with what you said, but you couldn’t figure out how your four words could have disturbed him to extent they did. Tracing your blank face, Seungcheol realised you were being genuine, and let out a bitter scoff. “You really have no idea about any of this racing stuff, do you?”

“Obviously not. All I know is there’s some group of guys that Jeonghan and the others can’t stand. They only refer to them as assholes.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“Huh?”

“I’m the asshole he hates, Y/N.” He shook his head. “Of course the girl I like is friends with Yoon fucking Jeonghan.” The venom with which he said Jeonghan’s name shocked you. Perhaps you should have taken Jeonghan’s rants about ‘the assholes’ more seriously. It was just racing to you, illegal racing that they did in their spare time, how much could they have really hated each other? “I’d get it if you want to call tomorrow off, or something.”

“What? If I want to go on a date with you, I’m going to go on a date with you.” You weren’t going to let whatever dick-measuring contest Jeonghan and Seungcheol had going on stop you from actually having some fun for once. “I guess I’ll just have to keep it quiet.”

It was in Seungcheol’s nature to be pessimistic, but when you looked at him the way you did, he was compelled to believe that this, whatever it was, would work.

“Kick his ass, Seokmin!” Jeonghan yelled, right when you made your way to the starting line. You had made it just in time before the race started, prompting Jeonghan to ask what had taken you so long. Your response about getting stuck in the cubicle was only a half-lie, but it seemed to satisfy his curiosity.

The race, you had to admit, was exhilarating to watch. Everything from the way your breath would catch in your throat whenever they turned a corner to the sound of the engines as they sped up was addicting. You understood why it drew the crowds it did, you understood why people who had no tie to the boys racing would still travel to this far out of the city to watch.

The race came to a photo finish. While they certainly had the funds for portable toilets and crates of alcohol, they didn’t have Olympic-level cameras to determine which of the boys had arrived first. So, a second race was announced, for double the amount that was up for grabs that night. The date was yet to be put in place, but it would be within the next few months. You looked over to see Jeonghan roll his eyes at the announcement, ready to argue all night that Seokmin had won. Seungcheol’s reaction wasn’t too different, shaking his head vehemently.

You wondered how different your lives would be by the time the next race came around.

Despite your assurance, Seungcheol had convinced himself that you weren’t going to show up for the date. He had spent the night thinking over all possibilities – he had settled on the idea that you had spoken to Jeonghan after the race, and he had persuaded you to not come. It was only five minutes past the hour, but every minute that you were late added an extra ten beats to his resting heart rate.

Just as he prepared to leave, you placed a hand on his shoulder, apologising for being late. He brought you in to a short embrace, letting out a deep breath as he greeted you.

“You’re not wired or anything, are you?” That was one of the several scenarios he had come up with in his struggle to fall asleep the night before, and he had ranked it as the second most likely.

“Shut up, of course not.” His face relaxed at your denial, which you chose not to comment on, instead following him silently into the building.

“So, what’s riding on this?” Seungcheol stood with his feet apart, eyes scanning the course before you. You were grateful for the fact he had taken you to mini-golf for your first date, a far cry from the boring dinner dates you were used to. In your experience, they seemed to have too much expectation placed upon them, and it made things awkward. Conversation was tedious, movements were stiff, and the general atmosphere was uncomfortable. Mini-golf, or any physical activity, was a far cry from this. It encouraged fun in a light environment, allowing you to be yourself.

“Oh, you wanna make a bet?” You clicked your tongue against your teeth. “How about, whoever loses has to do whatever the other person wants them to do.”

“For how long?”

“I’ll decide that after I win.”

The two of you began to play after your fighting words, finding yourself at the first hole. Gentleman wasn’t the first word you’d use to describe him, but Seungcheol did let you go first. He stood back, one of his feet behind the other, and watched as you gently rocked the golf club back and forth.

“You should move your right hand a little higher.”

“I know how to hold a golf club.”

“No, seriously! Just a little higher, and it’d be perfect. Let me show you.” Before you could protest, not that you were planning to, he stepped over and stood behind you. He had been outside waiting for you, but he still radiated so much warmth. He brought his arms around you, bringing his right hand to your right wrist and resting his left hand on your left forearm, leaning in to you as he did it. Your back was pressed firmly against his torso. Your skin prickled where he touched you, sending jolts of heat through your veins. Until last night, the two of you had always been separated by a counter – never before had he gotten this close.

You relaxed your grip in order to allow him to move your hand higher up the golf club, his palm soft against your skin. The feeling of his breath against your neck had your chest tightening. When he stood back, body heat leaving with him, he gave you a thumbs up.

“Was that meant to throw me off?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” You blinked.

Seungcheol regretted improving your grip on the golf club as soon as you compared score sheets and realised that you had won. His face was coated in a bright shade of red as your head tilted back in laughter, the sound filling the room and drawing startled looks from those around you. It was then that he realised how at ease he had felt with you. His nerves, which were admittedly a product of his own over-thinking, had completely dissipated as soon as you had arrived. There was no false bravado, no determination to impress you, your presence allowed him to just be.

“Alright, alright.” He put a hand on his hip. “What’s the first thing you want me to do?” You pressed a finger into your chin, deciding it was you turn to play his game. His eyes, which had been watching you expectantly, widened in shock when you put a hand around the back of his neck and gently eased him in closer. Face now mere inches from yours, he simply waited for your command. You leaned in to his ear, making sure your lips brushed gently against his earlobe as you spoke.

“Carry me to your car.” You laughed again, pulling away from him and waiting for him to do just as you ordered. He was visibly bewildered for a second, but quick to comply. He picked you up and carried you bridal style out of the building and through the car park. He set you down so that you were resting against his car, and his hands found their way to your hips as he steadied you. The tension between the two of you was unbearable, and you found your gaze flickering down at his lips in want.

“Didn’t I tell you that was distracting?”

“Get used to it.” With your hand finding its way to the back of his neck for the second time in ten minutes, he leaned closer to you. There was a brief moment’s hesitation where Seungcheol’s eyes found yours, as if asking if you really wanted this, as if a kiss would seal your fate and there would be no turning back. His lips pecked yours gently at first, savouring his first taste of you. It was you who initiated the next kiss, pressing harder against him.

Remembering you were in a very public car park, and not even inside his car, you pulled away. His face was decorated with a smile that he was trying hard to fight, which you simply found adorable.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”

Six weeks of hand-holding, late night phone calls and spontaneous dates had you thinking of Seungcheol as more than just a guy you were ‘seeing’. That was the way you referred to him when talking to friends, especially to Jeonghan, but it didn’t quite ring true anymore. It couldn’t possibly be accurate after nights where you’d curl into his chest to fall asleep, when his fingers would trace shapes across your back and place kisses across your forehead.

Conversation flowed naturally, but there was a topic you didn’t touch. Racing was the elephant in the room, lurking behind you at all times. It was an unspoken agreement that you wouldn’t go there, you were both afraid. Whatever it was that the two of you shared was far from sustainable, it was a ticking time-bomb.

“Why do you do it?” you finally had the courage to ask him. It was late in the evening, the sun in the process of setting and painting you in shades of orange. The two of you had visited the park, finding yourself gently rocking back and forth on the swings. Your feet were barely above the ground. “Race, I mean.”

“The money ain’t too bad.” He chuckled, eyes focusing on something, or nothing, in the distance as he pondered your question. “I’ve never really tried putting it into words before. It’s something I’m good at, I like how it makes me feel. The high after you win is, fuck, it’s amazing. The adrenaline’s addicting, you know? When there’s butterflies in your stomach, and the rush rips through you. Kind of like when you go super high up on a swing, but better.”

“You always come back down from a swing, though.” That was all you had said, but you both knew what you were implying. The rest of the sentence was fixed in the air – there might be a day you don’t come back from a race. “Can I come to the garage one day?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“So this is where you spend all your time, huh?” The garage looked exactly how you pictured it, you thought you’d hear a rendition of ‘Greased Lightening’ as soon as you walked in. The walls were an almost blinding white, hidden only by mounted shelves on which countless tools rested. There were a few blotches of oil stains on the ground, you wondered how long they’d been there.

“Yep, my sanctuary.” The look on Seungcheol’s face was one of pride as he tugged at the ends of the towel around his neck, simply looking over the garage. It was just the two of you, with the other boys being busy – Seungcheol knew this, which is why he was ready to bring you over. “That’s our best one.” He pointed towards a car you had just ran a delicate finger over the hood of.

“Really?” Seungcheol nodded, launching into a passionate rave about all of the car’s features, and how much he loved driving it. You didn’t understand half of what he was saying, but it was important to him and that was what you really appreciated. The confusion must have been written on your face, because he paused to stop himself, shaking his head.

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“No, don’t say that! You’re making me want this car.” You grinned at him, lowering your hand to open the door and settling yourself into the driver’s seat. You ran your hands around the steering wheel, before wrapping your fingers around it tightly, as if you were actually going to drive it. Being in the car gave you a better idea of what he was talking about when he described driving, it would be silly to pretend there wasn’t something exciting about it. “I feel like a badass.”

“You look like one.” He had followed you into the car, sitting next to you in shotgun. “Is it weird that you sitting behind the wheel is a turn-on?” His hand had travelled to your thigh, fingers digging into your skin as he gave it a squeeze. It was amazing how quickly you turned putty in his hands.

“It’d be weirder if it wasn’t.” You breathed. Hands dropping from the wheel, you surrendered to his touch as he pulled you onto his lap. Within seconds, your lips were on each other’s, the kisses a far cry from the soft one he had given you on your first date. Desire burned in the pit of your stomach, driving you to kiss him even deeper. A hand rested on his chest as his hands delved underneath your shirt. You grinded into him in response, letting out a whimper when he began to place kisses on your neck. You knew from experience that car sex wasn’t the most comfortable, but logic was the last thing you relied on when his fingers danced against you the way they did. When your phone buzzed in your back pocket, he told you to ignore it, as if you planned on doing anything else.

A knock on the window startled you, putting things on pause. You jumped. The car wasn’t the biggest, and you ended up hitting your head on the roof. Seungcheol brought a hand to the back of your head, rubbing it as you yelped in pain.

“What the fuck, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol asked. You slid off of Seungcheol and into the driver’s seat once more, hoping Wonwoo didn’t recognise you. None of the other boys had known about you and Seungcheol – your entire relationship was clouded in secrecy.

“It’s not like I wanted to see any of that! I just came here to tell you they confirmed the date for the next race, it’s in two weeks.”

“That’s soon.” It was the only response Seungcheol could muster, thanks to a mixture of the circumstances in which Wonwoo found you and genuine shock at the race coming up in merely a fortnight. Seungcheol sat back in his seat as Wonwoo walked away. You had pulled out your phone while the boys were talking, seeing that it was Jeonghan who texted you.

Jeonghan [17:42] they just announced when the next race is!! u wanna come and watch?

Jeonghan [17:42] also we haven’t hung out properly in ages where the hell have u been

Jeonghan was intent on being the one to represent his team at the next race. You remembered him telling you at the afterparty, vowing to embarrass whoever was up against him. That was the last he had mentioned of the race, transforming back into the social butterfly he was and celebrating for the rest of the night as if Seokmin had won.

“Will you be racing?” your voice was quiet.

“Yeah, probably.” You didn’t know why he tried to make it seem like he wasn’t sure, you could hear the determination in Seungcheol’s voice. It was the same one you heard in Jeonghan’s.

“Don’t say ‘probably’, I know you’re racing.” The words were harsh, flying out of your mouth before you could filter them.

“Then why’d you ask?”

That feeling in your gut, one which had evaded you since the night of Seokmin’s race, had returned. It told you that things were going to fall apart in two weeks.

Two weeks was generous. In fact, only half that amount of time had passed when Seungcheol got a frantic call from Jihoon to get to the garage. There was no choice but for you to go with him, the agitation in Jihoon’s voice was so discerning to the point that Seungcheol decided he’d answer questions about the two of you later. You struggled to keep up with his brisk walk, and if it weren’t for him taking your hand in his you would’ve fallen behind.

“What happened?” Seungcheol asked. Jihoon was waiting for the two of you at the front of the garage. There was a brief moment where his eyes fell on you, narrowing ever-so-slightly as he registered your presence. The moment came as quickly as it went, he turned back to Seungcheol as if you weren’t there at all.

“Just take a look at this shit.” Following him into the garage, it quickly became clear that there had been an invasion. The tools, which were usually safe on the shelves, were spread out across the floor. There were more than a few oil stains on the ground, but by far the most offensive thing was what had happened to their best car. There was a huge crack in the windshield, spreading across the entire surface. A flurry of curses flew from Seungcheol’s mouth, a distressed hand ran through his hair. “Pretty fucking obvious who did it, too.”

You moved towards Seungcheol, running a hand up and down his arm in an attempt to soothe him. He pulled away from you, taking a second before turning to face you directly.

“Did you know about this?” You almost didn’t recognise his voice, it was so cold and distant. It was hard to believe that this was the same voice that had slurred to you that he wanted you to be his girlfriend, the drunken voice that had confessed he didn’t want to hide you anymore.

“Are you serious?” His silence made your blood boil. He simply stared at you, waiting for your response. The laughter that rose from your throat was bitter – no, it was angry. “You think I had something to do with this?”

“Did you?”

“No, you idiot! I can’t believe you think I’d-” Stopping yourself mid-sentence, you decided it wasn’t worth it. If you spoke any longer, your voice would crack, and the tears that you knew were building up would fall. You stormed out of the garage, pushing past Jihoon on the way.

“I’m pissed off with you.”

“Good evening?” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, his head turning to watch as you barged into his apartment. Leaning against a wall, you crossed your arms and took in a deep breath. Jeonghan had seen you angry before, but never at him. Usually, he was the one comforting you. “Seriously, though, what’d I do?”

“You know what you did, Jeonghan. You know what you did to his garage, you trashed the place!” Jeonghan cocked his head to the side, all hints of flippancy fell from his face immediately.

“How do you know about any of that?” Your face dropped. The anger had clouded your head, the implications of what you had said only become apparent thanks to Jeonghan’s question. You swallowed, not knowing where to begin. “Y/N?” You closed your eyes, throwing your head back in exasperation.

“You’re gonna hate me.” You waited for his words, some assurance that of course he could never hate you – but they didn’t come. “Seungcheol’s the guy I’ve been seeing. I was with him when he saw what happened at the garage.” Jeonghan’s lips parted before closing, the cogs in his head still turning.

“When were you gonna tell me? You know I’m racing him next week, right?”

“God, Jeonghan, I don’t know. I didn’t think about any of this, I just-”

“When did you find out who he was?” Jeonghan cut you off. The irony of you showing up to berate Jeonghan for his actions only for the situation to be flipped on its head was not lost on you at all. It was almost amusing, if not for the fact you were at risk of losing a friend.

“The night of Seokmin’s race. We’d already agreed to go on a date by that point and-”

“And you went, knowing who he was.” He shrugged. Loud and foul-mouthed as he was, Jeonghan was far more diplomatic than you were. He wasn’t going to yell and shout, he had an unrivalled ability to just walk away from a situation. “Well, you made your decision.”

“Come on, don’t be like this.”

“Also,” Jeonghan continued as if you hadn’t said anything. “Not that I need to defend myself to you, but I didn’t trash his garage. I didn’t stop it, but I didn’t do it.” He shot a pointed look towards his door. “You can leave now.”

Perhaps you deserved his harshness.

Seungcheol [23:17] fuck

Seungcheol [23:17] im sorry for what i said i shouldnt have blamed u

Seungcheol [23:18] please pick up the phone

You left the texts unread for the rest of the week, only having the balls to open them when the night of the final race arrived. There was part of you that wanted to go, perhaps to sit and watch from a distance, but you knew that wasn’t feasible. Instead you were curled on your couch, thumb hovering over the ‘send’ button, eyes reading and rereading the text you had written out. It was a mere three words – good luck tonight – but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The ringing of your doorbell brought you back down to Earth. It was ridiculous, and you were never going to admit this out loud, but part of you wished the sound had shocked you enough to make you accidentally press send on the text. Instead, you quickly deleted it and made your way to the door. It was Seungcheol standing on the other side of the door, which made no sense considering the race should have been starting soon. Strands of dark hair partly covered his eyes, and you suppressed the urge to brush them out of the way.

“Cheol? What the hell are you doing here, doesn’t the race start soon?” Throwing a half-hearted hand into the air, he shrugged. His nonchalance only confused you further.

“Well, I’m here.” He didn’t know if his actions were driven by a misplaced optimism or pure idiocy, but he knew he didn’t regret where he was standing. He didn’t decide to skip out on the race until that morning, he honestly didn’t think he’d have the guts to do it.

“You can’t just walk away from the race, it’s all you’ve been thinking about for two months!”

“Aren’t you the one always reminding me how dangerous it is?”

“But it’s important to you.”

“So are you.” At a loss for words, you simply stepped to the side and allowed him space to enter your apartment. Every step on the short walk to your main room felt heavier than the last. You occupied one end of the couch, Seungcheol the other. “I’m sorry for how I reacted at the garage, it was stupid.”

“I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me.”

“I know, that’s why it was stupid. I can be really paranoid, well, I am really paranoid. Do you know how nervous I was before our first date? I convinced myself this was all some plot to get to me before the race, I couldn’t fathom that you would actually want to spend time with me outside of the diner. Even still, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. We’re all so caught up in this dumb rivalry, but none of it even matters in the real world.” He paused, eyes cast downwards. “I’ve done a lot of thinking over the past week, if you couldn’t tell.” This, at least, got you to smile.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“I still love racing, I always will. I don’t love the bullshit politics, though. I mean, look what’s it done to you. I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends, it shouldn’t have to be that way.”

“Jeonghan hasn’t spoken to me for a week – I think the choice has been made for me.” Your laugh was humourless, your smile tired. The sight saddened Seungcheol, he felt responsible.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but you should call him.” He winced as if the words literally hurt to say. His contempt towards Jeonghan wasn’t going to go away overnight – or perhaps ever – but he understood what made you happy, just like you understood how racing made him happy. Seeing the reservation on your face as you moved to make the call, Seungcheol scooted over and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

The mixture of music and loud talking almost drowned out Jeonghan’s greeting. It was curt, but you were glad he even picked up.

“Hey,” you looked over to Seungcheol, who urged you to keep going. “Are you free to talk right now? I just – I wanted to talk about everything.” You scolded yourself internally, it clearly wasn’t the best time for a heart-to-heart. The background noise was a dead give-away that he was at a party. He didn’t respond straight away, but you could hear that he was moving through the party, until the music and conversation were merely faint background noise. He sighed.

“if we’re gonna talk, we should do it in person. You can come through now if you want, you know you’re always invited to my parties.” You hesitated, once again finding your eyes landing on Seungcheol, who was now pretending not to listen – you could tell because he stopped scrolling through his phone when you stopped talking.

“I-I can’t.”

“Are you with him?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why he didn’t show up for the race?”

“I guess so?”

“You know I won automatically, right? The money’s all mine.”

“Oh.” Your voice was small, not realising the ramifications of Seungcheol’s decision – you assumed that someone would have raced in his place. You raised an eyebrow at the boy sat next to you, realising everything he had risked to be sat on your couch, pretending to be on his phone. Not only did he walk away from a massive prize, but the other boys were going to be so mad with him. “I had no idea. Congratulations.”

“Ugh, that asshole really makes you happy, huh?”

“He does.” For the first time since Jeonghan picked up the phone, you smiled.

“Enjoy your night, then.” Jeonghan didn’t expect to ever find himself saying those words, but it was hard to let anything get you down after winning a grand sum of money. “We can talk tomorrow.” Relief washed over you as you let out a breath, all nerves in that moment were replaced with a surge of energy. You said goodbye to Jeonghan, promising to visit him the next day.

“Choi Seungcheol.” You spoke, demanding his attention. He looked up from his phone, eyes wide and expectant. “I didn’t know you automatically lost the race because you didn’t show up! Why would you do that?”

“The way I see it, I could have either won the race and got a bunch of money that I didn’t need, or I could’ve come here and fixed things with you.” You bit down on your lip to fight back a smile. He was a sweet-talker, but you knew he meant every word he said.

“Who said things were fixed?”

“Are they not?” Reaching over, you grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt. You brushed your lips against his in a slow and soft kiss, basking in the rawness as your lips moved with each other. When you pulled away, you giggled against him.

“You have to take me out for dinner first, duh.”

“Anything you want.”

#write-svt #choi seungcheol #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seungcheol #s. coups #seungcheol scenarios #me after already writing 4k words: wait this is trash lol

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July... Oh, July

Where did you go?

Seems like it was just the other day that I got home from that weekend trip and tried to find my routine again. Yes, I didn’t post much about my Nano camping or victory, but that editing work got done. The book itself isn’t finished, but I need a break!

Where else did July disappear to? Some good things came with my minor query attempt... I am waiting for more answers and managed to find myself an AMAZING editor to help me get this massive series into some shape. (Seriously, message me about her, I will be glad to share!) So yeah, that’s where I’ve been, plus or minus a sugar coma birthday weekend... 32 years old now, and that was way too much food. Well loved and over fed for sure.

As with any of my month end wrap-ups, I do like to keep those hashtag games in one place... For the above-mentioned reasons, I didn’t finish all my games this month so I will try my best next month...

More after the jump...

#wipwordsearch

1- Woods started tuning and testing his guitar before finally deciding on the one he wanted, a wicked little smile of his own forming. Two could play this game.

2- Pulling into the parking lot of Woods' building, Remmy stayed silent again, about what was ahead for Tweet.

3- Malta went in bounding search of Remmy, flying at the man for the second time that day.

4- Unfortunately, Malta took his compliment, despite his eyes traveling Tweet's form as discreetly as he could.

5- "He's certainly got my attention, cute little fishy he is." When both girls gave Tweety a look, she shrugged "You know like plenty of fish in the sea?

6- Tweety wanted to be Woods' muse, his sexy little siren, the thing he didn't take his eyes off of and drew inspiration from.

7- NO TURQUOISE

8- Rounding, she held the giggle at Brandon's confusion, even as the show went on. She felt a bit like those streakers that ran through sporting events, the way she was disrupting things. Though this time it wasn't her fault, but if you're already making a spectacle of yourself, might as well go full on.

9- Grabbing his music player and speakers, she continued on, shirt starting to climb up her back as she walked to the bathroom, tossing it just inside the doorway.

10- Woods wasn’t helping the cause, leaning against the door he held open, a mix of dented pride and cat with the canary.

11- NO BLOSSOM

12- She started to move again, softly swaying to the song.

13- He could tell Bebe was the type to do as Tweety wrote, and now Sly wondered if that was the reason miss Tweety sponged down that particular table so.

14- In Frost's mind, this was what a successful operating business looked like; something he'd been trying to have happen in the years he'd been the manager.

15- He had to think a moment to make sure he hadn't said anything other than a comment on food. He couldn't help but smirk, she looked as if he just said the smartest thing ever, and he knew himself well enough to know that couldn't happen.

16- That left Malta and Tweety to finish attempting to send the men on their way. Of course they were not being forced out, but the party had wound down nicely, and those boys needed to be up early to ship out, so they were trying to be mindful of this.

17- It could be called pretty, even if it sorely needed some updating. She looked past him, down the row of empty spaces, her own history easily meshing here too.

18- NO CHISEL

19- She somehow had bags of stuff again but knew the last stop she needed to make before getting to work; ordering two boxes of assorted cupcakes from her bakery boys, who seemed a bit surprised (she) came back.

20- Tweet just felt it more, the enormous mistake this would be.

21- That didn't quite help because he gripped the edge, and sunk down a little. "Maybe you should take ten first? You don't look so good."

22- Returning her attention to the drinkers, who had abandoned all the empty bottles, moving instead to the couch, swigging from some dented flask.

23- NO ZOOM

24- She'd lost count of them all now, and that probably wasn't a good thing to admit to. Just because she chased after one man, didn't mean she wasn't being tailed by more than enough of her own.

25- "Maybe if I could get another drink? I guess I can't drink through my skin." Deej gave the stink eye to Roger, before shrugging and rubbing the back of his head with a chuckle. "Anyone got an extra shirt?"

26- Woods laughed with a nod to the rest of the group, stepping a little closer to the microphone "I do believe the naughty nurse Trouble just issued another challenge, one we intend to take on."

27- Malta started to sway to the music, causing Tweet to do the same, and then they covered an ear each when the club could hear the way Frost boomed "Lass!"

28- Making a face as he downed the drink, Collar figured partying too hard wasn’t as bad as alliteration. "Good luck sir." He saluted and then wandered off, finding a nice table of random people to bother.

29- She could write a book about how to divert attention from yourself.

30- NO HAPHAZARD

31- Her back ached as if she had jumped into a pool and met with the solid wall of water, stinging her all over.

#CharactersTell

1/7- "Ballentine Rajneesh Siyamak, but you can call me Sly for short." In an old school fashion, Sly bent at the waist. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, and welcome to Soulful. Are you here to see Tweety about the Red Letters series?"

2/7- Sly- "Back in the old country, I slept under the stars, or in a tent a time or two. Now? I suppose one might consider me a hotel camper, if one sees the club's bedrooms as a hotel, even if I hardly use it…"

3/7- Sly- "I know my way around a few things, been around a while. I once managed a spider infestation with a loo brush and pail."

4/7- Sly- "I love the outdoors, big fan of walking around at night, contemplating life in the darkest time of day."

5/7- Sly- "I don't get scared, so I must be telling them? I am not aware I am telling scary stories though, given that I am already often told how terrible I am at noticing flirtatious behavior aimed at me."

6/7- Sly- "Cooking? I am more of a concocter. I make a mean milkshake, and have been known to mix up some drinks and make something new."

7/7- Sly- "I like music, I do, but I don't sing. Not unless it will lighten the mood, and that is a last resort option."

8/7- "Oh? I've never been to camp! Hey fellow campers, I'm Raven, and I'm in a cabin all by my lonesome, stop by for a visit won't you?"

9/7- Raven- "Stargazing? I mean there was this one time, in an outdoor hot tub," *blushes* "We were under the stars but I didn't notice them much…"

10/7- Raven- "Why do we talk about me so much? I want to know about you. What's your favorite activity? I'll try anything once, twice if it's a good time…"

11/7- Raven- "Why ask me something like that? Do you want me to follow you? Because I totally would."

12/7- Raven- "Depends on if I'm taking that dip alone or not. Will you be joining me? I'd do it with you."

13/7- Raven- "Of course I am, anything you want, I'm willing to do, even change for you, so long as you love me."

14/7- Raven- "The bar that was home changed, so that sense of home is gone for a while now. But if you're offering to have me move in with you, of course I will!"

15/7- "Cop" Collar- "Hm, the Intel said that scumbag was here. Better let Nira know Tim's still out there." *texts back and forth* "What do you mean go camping for a while? I wasn't prepared to camp here…."

16/7- "Cop" Collar- *chuckles while unloading car* "Depends on the mountains… More of a poolside camper lately, but apparently I'm stuck in this forest for a few days."

17/7- "Cop" Collar- *finishing pop up tent* "I flirt all the time, ladies love the man thong, men too. Unless you mean a different kind of tent?" *pulls half deflated blowup doll from trunk into tent* "Leftover from a prank, but a good mattress you pervs."

18/7- "Cop" Collar- "I really shouldn't because alcohol starts the party… but I am off duty for a few days before the big bash…" *Chugs a large high proof bottle*

19/7- "Cop" Collar- *bleary eyed* "Always… Where's my thong? WHO TOOK MY THONG?" *spies a guy lost on the path* "You! You must have taken it!" *gives chase to poor guy* (this author spares some details for PG purposes)

20/7- "Cop" Collar- "Oh, great with knots, not so great with shelters."

*finishes hog tying guy with only man thong as rope*

"Collar, dude, it's Nathan Winners. Chef Nathan, you know, your buddy? I never stole your thong! You gotta stop that. Man, Deej owes me for this mess."

21/7-"Cop" Collar-"Usually I'm great at weathering a storm, but in this case, I gotta head back, someone has to help with club security. The big bash is a big deal. If you can get free & bring my man thong, you can get home Wieners." *pats hog tied man & leaves.*

22/7- Chef Nathan Winners- *struggles to get free* "It was a cute joke or pet name the first time. Haha, Chef Wieners. I am never helping Deej by delivering a meal to the woods again. Never stole the stupid thing!"

23/7- Chef Nathan- "I like walking thru the parks and taking the scenic route on my 4am supply runs. It's calm and quiet, plus who doesn't love getting the freshest food to cook with?"

24/7- Chef Nathan- "Did… did you not see what happened this time? That's the worst it's ever been for me. I prefer going alone and wandering the farmer's markets. No danger there, just me and the ingredients."

25/7- Chef Nathan- "I am not adventurous beyond my food. Unless you count navigating the strange people that are my friends, like Collar and Deej."

26/7- Chef Nathan- "I wander and take the long way home on nice days, but never get lost. Probably why a certain cat man calls me whenever he's hungry or lost but not lost."

27/7- Chef Nathan- "Urban legends? Not that I know of. I know a lot of food legends, and there are myths about some of the wilder things that happen in the bar's front of house."

28/7- Chef Nathan- "Is anything weirder than getting hog tied with Collar's man thong? Like seriously… I better get it back to him before he comes back to torture me more."

29/7- Antag Raven- "OMG I SING!!"

MC Sly- "… I suppose that means I shall be forced to play music?"

30/7- Yes! NO!!

SC Collar- "What do you mean no?"

BG Nathan- "You are not someone I want to turn my back on, let alone close my eyes around…" *returns the rope thong*

31/7- Sly- "Tell stories?"

Raven- "Karaoke!!!"

Collar- "Can't we just drink instead…?"

Nathan- "Time to pack, definitely time to leave camp."

#WIPJoy

2- Quick pitch? A women's journey through a life that is 'Cheers' crossed with 'Animaniacs' and surviving mostly sane. That's the Red Letters series!

3- Tweety took a breath before a gorgeously wicked smile spread her face. "Wouldn’t you like to know deary?" Shoulder lifting in a halfhearted shrug, "Probably will have to stick around to find out."

Song- Trouble for me/Britney Spears https://youtu.be/DQNm-P_1VVY

4- Woods started tuning and testing his guitar before finally deciding on the one he wanted, a wicked little smile of his own forming. Two could play this game. #RedLettersTeasers

5- Side char love?

-Malta the Cockney with a bold streak.

-Bebe that crazy friend who makes you do things.

-Roger the lynx cat with an attitude and cupcake addiction.

6- #1randomques Tweet's sorta done this before. But she'd say "It's just a woman's life, full of love, friends, and some legendary stories. It's up to you to believe me or not."

7/8- Tweet's care package includes:

-purple and red pens

-fun notebooks

-new music for her player

-cupcakes

9- Tweet likes pancakes and bacon or chicken fingers with french fries.

10- Tweet's got some food issues, being a picky eater… But Woods, another MC is allergic to cherries.

11- …close enough lol…

"He's certainly got my attention, cute little fishy he is." When both girls gave Tweety a look, she shrugged "You know like plenty of fish in the sea?" #RedLettersTeasers

12- Cupcakes. Thank goodness there is a temperamental cook or two that can make real food too…

13- #1randommques I'm a Gordon Ramsey fan. So, one char would be in trouble for the "herbs" in his brownies. Another might have a distance contest about flinging food, while a third would just be trying to figure out how to frost the chef…

14/15- Tweet has a chef to cook, but left to her own devices, it's candy. Or basics learned as a kid- cereal, quick processed foods, the no cook, doesn't expire for 5 years types of things. So, might be going to the diner to eat.

16- Tweety- "Things were rough growing up, but I always enjoyed chances to be near the water. Pools, oceans, it always called to me.

17- Antag- Brandon- "That's simple. Get off the stage, drink until that night's groupie is ready to play, and pass out around dawn."

18- Collar stepped up to the sink, like he would wash out his shirt, careful to slur his speech as well. "Swell party, til your drink ends up on your gut, not in it." #RedLettersTeasers

19- Tweety- "I can't tell you that. I have a few regrets in my life, but I also try to be a private person, even in the middle of a crowded nightclub."

20- #1randomques - Let's see… My chars are glad that I have managed to overcome bouts of depression, and that I am progressively working on the crippling anxiety. But they are still concerned about what part of the brain "Tim" comes from, and the things he does…

21- Antag- Lady S- "I hired her."

22- Most tech savy- Nira, considering he runs and watching the security system

Least- Deej fries his fur on the jukebox regularly.

#month recap #july #writer #game #characters #characterstell #wipjoy #wipwordsearch #editor

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[ kaya scodelario, twenty-seven, cis female, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ hazel mendes ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ a year ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ tattoo artist ]. I hear they’re known to be [ kind-hearted & courageous ] and [ secretive & hypocritical ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ coffee stains, sea salty hair, intricate dotwork tattoos, restless hands, smudged eyeliner, lipstick on a plastic fork, paint ridden fingertips, whispered secrets, and beaming smiles ]

i’m jujubee, i like long walks on the beach, bi--- maybe not. hi hello, i’m meg ( she/her ) i dwell in the good ol’ gmt, and i’m not great with introducing myself, but i am gonna admit that i’m typing this up way in advance because i’m excited, so hopefully something decent comes out of it ! but i’mma get to talking about miss gayzel, since she’s probably the more interesting between the two of us, and definitely the more relevant, so introduction to my favourite messy goblin in three,,,two,,,, fun,,, [ edit: yO i so i typed this up a while back bc ya girl got excited, but i just reread it and i have nO idea how helpful it is but i’m currently running around with my head on fire BUT I WANTED TO GET MY INTRO UP ANYWAY AND MEET Y’ALL so tldr: i might edit this later but hi hello nice to meetcha i’ll be on properly in a bit ! ]

honestly when it comes to hazel, i legit always have to no idea where to begin. but she’s an old ass muse for me, and tbh i know her like the back of my hand because of it, and if i can be a honest a lil sappy, i just want a nice rp home to settle in and i’m hoping crownsville will be that for me !

so although hazel has only been in crownsville for a year, georgia is actually her home ! she grew up in atlanta, but moved to new york when she was nineteen after a rough year, and she really just needed a fresh start and to start getting her life together.

and she was in new york between the ages of nineteen and twenty five ( well, technically twenty six, since she literally turned twenty six a week after moving ) and in those years hazel trained to be and later became a fully qualified tattoo artist ( specialising in dotwork ! ) at a well respected tattoo parlour in ny, called permanent record. in the years she worked there, the original pr began to slowly expand, opening three other shops around the country, and when her boss started talking about opening a fifth, it kinda came at the right time for hazel specifically.

her last boyfriend ( and i mean last boyfriend; hazel may still be in the closet, but moving from ny to crownsville was the ending point of her burying the bullshit, and she’s fully accepted her flaming lesbianism ) was a fucking garbage can of a human being, so after that relationship finally ended she was kind of looking for an excuse to leave, and lowkey looking for an excuse to go home, the latter partly being because there are parts of herself that are kinda,, missing ? that she lost due to shit going down, and she’d quite like them back ? she doesn’t wanna completely be her old self, because she’s changed a lot for the better, but there are some aspects she’d quite like back. however, moving back to atlanta wouldn’t exactly be the best thing for her, but she would’ve if that’s where her work lead her. which brings me to: her boss kinda casually said that if he opened up another branch somewhere, he’d kinda want someone he knew and trusted to keep an eye on it, so without really thinking, hearing he was thinking of georgia, hazel kinda jumped at the chance and offered to do it.

so that’s how hazel lowkey got promoted whoops. she doesn’t see it that she’s managing pr5, but that’s basically what she’s doing. the deal was, hazel would just be the eyes and ears for Big Boss, as he couldn’t be in two places at once, all while doing her actual job. she’ll deny being the manager/anybody’s boss, but she’s w r o n g. she’s just kinda casual about it. despite her definitely wanting to move anyway but not yet seriously considering it, and the fact she didn’t hate the idea of returning to georgia, she’ll still say she’s back ‘for work’ because,, she’s a goblin.

but honestly she fucking loves her job, and she owes a lot to her job and to her boss. she’s also living in the apartment above the shop amen god bless

as far as her personality goes, hazel’s a mess of contradictions. she’s kinda had a life that would make it understandable if she were,,,, ruder, i guess ? or just.....bitter ? she’s not exactly the happiest of people, but i think after having a rather eventful life that getting a lil sadness as well as a pretty messy personality is nothing to complain about, since it could be far worse. but she’s a good person ! or, she tries to be. she’s working on it. she’s kind and she’s good but she’s got a repertoire of mistakes in her back pocket that she’s still dealing with, and she thinks stop her from being the good person she’s trying to be. a rather important note and something to keep in mind is that she tends to give off like,,, generally chaotic vibes a lot of the time ? like if you’re meeting her somewhere she’ll arrive late and slightly out of breath, or she can just seem a little flustered, or like her mind’s kinda elsewhere, or like she’s stressed/hassled/has too much to do and not enough time to do it in even if she’s actually doing okay, or if you need a pen she’s sure she has one but by the time she’s emptied her bag and found the pen, you could’ve walked to the shop, bought your own, picked up a milkshake, got a donkey ride, paid for a kid who didn’t have enough money to have their own donkey ride, had a walk in the woods, saved a woman from being mugged by a guy with his finger in his hoodie pocket, walked back, realise you don’t have the pen, can’t remember where you left it, went back to the shop and bought a new pen, and gotten back to her.

but in good news !! she’s a kind person, so plotting is made easier by that ! she’s pretty smiley on a good day, chatty, good with people, and just,, pretty good at the person aspect of her job as well as the actual ,,, Job part of her job. speaking of plotting, i generally kinda tend to suck at it, but i try my best and i make up for my lack of ideas with enthusiasm ! plus i’m always open to whatever ideas y’all may have, but to make our lives easier, i have a little plotties page here !

uhhhhh random things bout gayzel: legit thinks piano man it the best song ever written ( closely followed by barracuda,,, ) she’s one of those heathens that likes pineapple on pizza, she has pet fishies called ernie and bert and she cannot tell them apart, loves back to the future but also loves singin in the rain because girlie is your least favourite thespian lesbian, and she’s currently got the cute lil like,, Almost Ombre hair that kaya had in like 2014 or w/e ?? see above for reference sake, and i’m p sure there’s a reference linked in her stats too, which can be found here ! but tldr: the ends are just a lil lighter and it’s cute.

she also has a full ass like 6k word bio but tbh, it’s old, and i’m really not happy with the way it’s written, and despite the fact i never actually finished it, i want to rewrite it, so we’ll consider her current one a placeholder lol. disclaimer: hazel’s general story and background is a little trigger heavy, but obviously everything will be tagged, and her biography has warnings on it, and also says when the warnings have passed so you can keep reading if you wanna.

okaY so if you got this far, you’re some sort of Wizard whom i greatly appreciate ! as i mentioned, i’m really bad with plotting and ims tend to make me anxious as heckery but if you give this post a lil LIKE i’ll swim into your ims nonetheless in hopefully the least awkward way i can possibly manage, but i’m also just up for having characters interact and see if there’s anything that comes to mind and stuff, but i’m excited to meet your cherubs ! general heads up: i apologise for any typos in this post and in future threads; i proofread everything to hell and back but my brain fuckin hates me so that usually means nOTHING but pls,,, just bear with me, i try my darn best !

#crownsvilleintro #☽ ﹡ﾟ ━ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ﹙ooc.﹚#in the wise words of kuzco #BOOM BABY

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NOTE: Sorry about the wait there, but I hopefully can get the next chaps out a lot sooner! Thanks for all the reviews, I'm always given a little Mana Boost when I read them!

=Chapter 11

Within a little over a week, Weiss had completed her tour stops at St. Louis, Tulsa, Dallas, Austin, and Little Rock. Each show was a tremendous success, with media attention across all platforms. Thanks to Yang, any unwanted photos were unusable, and there had been seemingly no further slip-ups in security. Business as usual.

Not only that, but many of the fellow security staff and makeup crew had noted that Weiss seemed far happier than she ever had before, and that she was a lot kinder and more forgiving when they made mistakes. Even though there were bigger divas in the business, she had not been exactly “easy” to work with before. She was like a brand new woman, even if they didn’t know precisely why.

There were social benefits for Yang, as well. As time went on, she was growing more and more confident in not just her job, but with the staff and the crowds in general. Despite her flirtatious nature, Yang had an ingrained habit of avoiding talking if she was able to, but now it was no longer an issue. There wasn't the horrible feeling in the background that people would know her secret instantly, and the fear of anyone finding out had simply… vanished. For the first time in her life, she was starting to finally feel not partially, but fully comfortable in her own skin.

Alas, they couldn't allow their relationship to become public knowledge. There was too much of a risk to her career, with not just the media attention, but the backlash from her father. Considering he had pushed her into becoming a Christian singer when she was young, he certainly would not approve of her straying this far from “the path of righteousness”. But that didn't mean that cuddling, kissing and other things had to be off limits. They just had to remain behind closed doors.

As it neared midnight over a week after their relationship became so much more physical, their next destination still hours away, the couple got hungry. The crew had stopped for a nap break, anyway, so she and Yang zipped off a few miles down the road to a small coffee house along the highway. This time of night, there were only a few people inside, but that was preferable; less attention to be raised.

"So, what you having?"

“Hmm,” Weiss mused as she looked down the page of the menu. “I’ll try the… what is a ‘Po Boy’, anyway?”

“Sandwich,” the squat woman taking their order told her. “One of the better ones on the menu, I can tell you that.”

“Oh.” Glancing at Yang, she shrugged and said, “Then I’ll try one of those, and some of your fries with a light sprinkling of sea salt. And a lemonade.” The woman scribbled down the order – though she had rolled her eyes at the salt request – then looked over at the blonde.

"I'll have a fully loaded waffle, extra bacon, and a coffee with cream and sugar." She smiled up at the woman, placing the menu down in the small holster at their side as she left, then gazed over the room. It was a quaint enough little place, neon lights around the front counter to give off a fifties appearance, red leather seating on the booths and bar seats, a jukebox sat to one side that was turned off for some reason. If it were twelve in the afternoon rather than the morning, a place like this would usually draw a decent crowd in such a small town.

“Maybe I should have tried a milkshake,” Weiss hissed to Yang once the woman had moved off. “Or should I say ‘chocolate malt’? It would suit this atmosphere.”

"Milkshakes, fifties-looking joint… I should have worn my leather jacket. We coulda sang ‘Greased Lightnin’!" She glance over at the jukebox again. "Shame that’s out of commission. The quiet makes it a lil spooky."

Shrugging, Weiss pulled a packet of Sweet N’ Low out of the holder and began turning it in her fingertips, simply to busy her hands. They wanted to reach out and take Yang’s, but again, that would be a public display of affection - which they had both agreed was out of the question.

“Guess it does. At least it’s not on and playing one of my songs, though.”

"Good luck trying to get that ol' thing to work,” a rather tall blonde woman behind the bar called up, having either heard part of their conversation, or at least seen Yang staring over at it. “Broke a couple o' weeks ago. Had to hire my lil' brother to come in and play the guitar and sing all last week to keep the lunch hour entertained." As she went to fetch more cream for the coffee, she gestured toward the corner. "Hell, if you want music, guitar's right over there."

Smiling demurely, Weiss said, “No, thank you.” Then she lowered her voice to add, “I don’t want anyone recognizing my singing voice; plus, if I play the guitar I’m sure to break a nail. I only play while we’re recording and I’m not making ‘appearances’.”

Yang continued to stare for a moment, shrugging her shoulders lightly as the woman brought their coffees. One black, the other with cream as requested. Once she had gone, Yang chuckled. "Would you believe me if I told you I used to play?"

“Really?” The polite smile turned into one of genuine interest. “Xiao Long, there are more layers to you than meets the eye. What did you play? Lead, bass?”

"Lead. I only ever had an acoustic guitar before, but I had to sell it when I moved. Haven’t played in a little while, but I still remember some of the little tunes I made up." Taking a sip of java, she began to sink into her seat happily. "Ahhhhh, that's the stuff…"

That made Weiss contemplative for a moment, even as she was watching how happy Yang was to be sipping at her coffee. Eventually, she opened the packet of sweetener and poured it into her cup, but she was still thinking as she sipped the bitter liquid.

Then, right around the time their waitress brought out her lemonade, she suddenly blurted out, “Show me.”

It was said in the middle of her sip, and thus suddenly made her eyes snap open wide, and made her almost spit what she had in her mouth out. Thankfully she could swallow, but it didn’t erase the bug-eyed look.

"S-scuze me?! Weiss, that’s- c’mon, I know you’re suddenly all about dirtying up your ‘squeaky clean’ image, but we’re in the middle of a restaurant!"

"Not that you dolt! You’re terrible! I meant the guitar," Weiss whispered with a coy smile, fingertips playing around the rim of her coffee cup. "Right here, right now. Show me what you got."

Another gaze around the room was needed before she made her decision. It wasn't a very big audience. Weiss, three truckers sat up at the bar, one lonely police officer half asleep in one of the corner booths, and the two waitresses. Even so, she was years out of practice. Would Weiss want to hear her sounding like a cat on a fence?

But as she stared down at the coffee cup, the less she was beginning to care. Weiss liked her, and she was already the musician in their relationship; there was no real impetus to “impress” her when she definitely wouldn’t be impressed. That removed a lot of the stage fright. Besides, they had only come in for a quick meal, then they would be gone. And frankly, Yang could always fall asleep in the bus before it was brought up again.

"Ah, fuck it." Before she could talk herself out of it, Yang stood from the table.

Pleased both that she was getting her way, and that Yang would be displaying whatever level of skill she might have, her employer turned in her chair to face the corner where Yang was just pulling the guitar into her lap. Though the diva promised herself she would not react negatively, even if Yang couldn't carry a tune in a bucket; after all, she did say it had been quite some time since she last touched a guitar.

For a few short moments, Yang ran her fingers over the strings, playing a few quiet chords to test the sound. It seemed in tune, she thought. Then she played a few notes of a simple medley; nothing memorable, just to test its sound and refamiliarise herself with it after so long. Then she made sure her chair was faced as much toward Weiss as she could get it, staring down at the strings as she prepared. Tapping her foot to a somewhat slower rhythm than Weiss's songs would be, she mouthed in time with the beat.

"One, two, three, four…”

The gentle melody that began to flow out of the instrument was one that very much suited the sleepy atmosphere of such a small town at that time of night. It wasn't a song that had been on the radio, or in the background of the movie.

Which Weiss was certainly listening for. Yang wasn't lying when she said she had written a few tunes. Still, the way she had talked about her playing made her think it was a simple three-chord ditty, just something she had messed around with – maybe a slight variance on a popular song. But this was something completely new, and completely beautiful. Rough around the edges, and she heard a few notes in there that Yang had missed slightly, but clearly that was more a by-product of being out of practice than of lack of talent. The tune itself was completely captivating, effortless.

Yang, all of it was Yang.

By the time the strings fell silent and the spell broken, she was startled to see their plates of food were now on the table. So engrossed had she been in the strains of the guitar that she hadn't even noticed them being brought along. Hastening to fill the void left by the song, she began to clap, and the other patrons clapped, as well – one man wolf-whistled, probably mostly because Yang was a beautiful blonde. Maybe they hadn't enjoyed it quite as much as Weiss, but they definitely didn't hate it.

It wasn't something Yang expected at all. Perhaps polite applause from Weiss, but not from everyone present, including the two waitresses behind the counter. Looking toward them with a blush on her face, she placed the guitar back in the corner, offering a small curtsy to those looking her way before she rejoined Weiss.

"That…" The normally self-assured diva tried to form words for several seconds; she only succeeded in gesticulating weirdly. Finally, she reached across the table and grasped Yang's forearms as hard as she could. "YOU!"

Looking back toward her with eyes as wide as she could possibly manage in her somewhat sleepy state, she raised her shoulders hesitantly. Had she really stank that bad? "I told you I was a lil' rusty, but, yeah, that's that."

"Rusty? You… you are just…" Sitting back with wide eyes, Weiss chuckled just a little. "How dare you!"

Taking up her knife and fork, Yang could only keep her hands busy by cutting up her waffle, staring down at her plate to avoid eye contact. "What? I mean I just… I had a lot of free time when I made it up. Never claimed it was gonna take the world by storm, just that it was-"

"How DARE you keep this talent a secret, you jerk! I can't believe that all this time, I've had a gifted musician standing around and beating people up for me!"

Although flattered, which was somewhat obvious by the red cheeks behind the cup as she had another sip of the coffee, Yang continued to be modest about such a performance. Complimenting her looks was something she could accept pretty easy, but anything else was beyond her ken.

"’Gifted’, huh? You don’t have to butter me up. I mean it's nothing like your songs." She put the mug down, tucking into a slice of the waffle to fill the brief silence.

"The hell it’s not!" Taking a breath, she wiped a hand down her face, smearing a tiny bit of her mascara in the process. She was too distracted to notice. "You… I mean, okay yes, my songs are normally more glam-pop-oriented, but there's definitely room on the radio for breezy guitar pop like yours! What do you call that one?"

Looking upward in thought, she quickly swallowed what mouthful she had, already preparing the next bite before she could answer that question – a preemptive escape route. "It… doesn't have a name yet, I guess. Never bothered to think of one. But I remember writing it when…"

"When WHAT?!" But she noticed Yang was wincing at her outbursts, and being evasive, so she cleared her throat and tried to compose herself. "Sorry. I mean, when did you write it?"

“Well...” She began to lean in toward Weiss, quickly gazing around the room to make sure no one was listening in. It was a too sensitive subject to be yelled out loud. "I started writing it before I came out to Blake, as kind of a way of… y’know, venting my feelings. Had to do something. And I kept working on it before I came out to my dad and Ruby, too. I mean, you can't really tell from just a melody with no words, but it's sort of my way of trying to get me to accept myself? I guess. Um, nevermind."

"Oh…" Now Weiss felt stupid for having pushed so much; those parts of Yang's life were still very sensitive, even though she was so far along in her journey. There did seem to be a secret pain behind the melody, but she was so used to hearing songs day in, day out, that she sometimes didn’t pay much attention to the meaning that the music itself could carry. "Well… you can play it for me anytime you need to vent about it again. It's beautiful. Absolutely, hauntingly beautiful."

"Hey, don't sweat it. I don't mind you knowing its origin." But just before she finished the rest of her meal, a thought seemed to have crossed her mind. As much was obvious by the way she stared in the general direction of the guitar and smiled to herself. "It'd be even prettier with lyrics, I think. One of those 'this is who I am' songs rather than 'this is who I'll screw'. Don't think it'd ever sell well on the radio, but it would be nice if it was… out there. For anybody who needs it, or whatever. Not that I’m any kind of singer – trust me. My girl singing voice is almost as bad as my guy singing voice was."

All the diva did while listening was continue to make her way through her po' boy - which turned out to be tasty, even if a tad spicier than her palate was normally comfortable with. Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of all this new and fascinating information she had just been handed. She’d never expected this. Seemed her bodyguard was full of surprises.

A few moments of silence followed as both finished their meals, Yang draining the last of her coffee. Which as it turned out, was doing nothing to really wake her up; she was lucky to have even kept her eyes open all this time. But as she sat and waited for Weiss to finish her drink, she smiled contentedly. It was always nice being out with her girlfriend – even if it was still fresh and new.

“Well, it’s a shame you didn’t show me this talent of yours before now,” Weiss sighed as she set down her own fork. “We could have enjoyed some random duets all along the tour.”

“Stop,” Yang laughed easily. Then she came over wistful, staring down into her empty cup. "Wish I still had a guitar so I could play it more often, if you like it that much. Guess I could do air guitar."

"Do you?" she replied, playing it cool. "Then perhaps you should put aside a little money. We could even make a stop at a music store in a few days, so you can price them. Could lead to a whole new career path of busking in the park."

"Maybe once the tour is over, sure. But for now, I'd rather focus on beating people up for you." She winked. Not quite tired enough to completely change her personality just yet. “But apparently I suck at that and should become a street performer, huh?”

"That's… I was kidding, of course you're good at your job!" Weiss blustered, frowning at Yang as she set down her lemonade for the final time.

"You're damn right I'm good at my job. Saved your ass, remember?" They were at a point now when the subject of the knifeman could be brought up. At least, it could between those two. To anyone else, Weiss would be silent, not want to say a word. But with Yang, making light of the danger was a way of coping.

Finally, Yang rose from her seat, pacing out from their table as she waited for the diva. With a grumbled "Yeah, yeah," she eventually joined her, leaving a twenty on their table to cover the meal. But her mind was still deep in thought about Yang's playing. How could she not know she could play to please the angels themselves?

As they crossed the parking lot to get back to the bike, it seemed Yang's state of tiredness was becoming more and more apparent. She was wobbling in her footsteps occasionally, constantly yawning, struggling to keep her eyes open… How on earth could she ride the bike like this? It was only a five-minute ride, but she knew she wouldn't make it that far. But perhaps…

"Hey Weiss?" she asked tiredly, trying to hold off another yawn. "How about you drive?"

"How ab…" Her eyes went wide as she turned back to blink at Yang. "This is your baby though! You told me over and over – I couldn't dream of trying, I've only driven a motorcycle like, twice!"

"And that's still way more than I expected and throws me off whenever you say it." Passing her one of the helmets, and fastening her own in place, she had to yawn yet again. "Look, you're more awake than me. And it's only five minutes down the road. I'll be right there with you, okay?"

Weiss's eyes went to the motorcycle. There was fear there, and hesitation… but also a gleam of interest. She loved riding on the back of it, and wanted to be in charge of that power herself. Wanted to feel the handlebars thrum under her own palms.

"Are you sure?" she asked, turning away from the bike. Away from temptation. "I mean, I'd pay for everything if I put a scratch on it, of course, but I still don't want to hurt your ride."

"Thought you liked feeling me pressed up against your back." Yet again, she smirked to her, even giving a small wink. Of course Yang would refer to their sleeping habits and the things that drove Weiss mad with need in the middle of a serious chat. It was in her nature.

Cheeks only pinkening the slightest bit at the provocation, she sauntered over to the bike, calling over her shoulder, "Sometimes I think you like my ass more than the rest of me." But she put on a good show of throwing her leg over the bike, letting Yang get just the tiniest glimpse of her strawberry-patterned underwear under her skirt before it settled.

It only made Yang growl with joy as she climbed on behind her, budging herself forward as much as she could so she was right behind her. Allowing her arms to settle around her, she taunted by deliberately pushing her hips up against Weiss's backside a moment.

"Well, you do let me get pretty close to it. A lot."

A gust of flustered air pushed from Weiss's nostrils. No, she couldn't feel terribly much through all the fabric, but knowing what was back there made a tingling begin that she would have to ignore if she wanted to drive properly.

"Okay, so…" She slipped the key into the ignition, made sure she had the brake applied, and then turned the key. Instantly, the motor roared to life. "Anything else I should remember?"

"Works the same as a regular Yamaha, but the accelerator is tweaked. So just keep it slow and steady; don’t rev too fast," she warned, giving a small squeeze around her waist as she finally lifted her legs off the ground, giving Weiss full control.

They peeled out from the parking lot. Weiss did a good job of taking things rather slow - other than once or twice when her hand slipped and they took off like a shot, but she managed to bring everything back under control again within a block or two. Gradual decreases kept them from wiping out completely.

All the while, the warm presence of Yang against her back was such a comfort that she found it hard to be all that frightened of losing control. They both knew what they were doing; Yang simply had more practice, that was all. Meanwhile, Yang kept her hands on her girlfriend, watching the road ahead as though she were driving herself. Weiss was quite good once she had gained her confidence, just as well as Yang was a decent musician when she gained hers. In her tired state, she did manage to lean into Weiss's neck, giving it a small kiss as they continued the gentle pace.

"Am I doing okay?!" Weiss demanded in a voice nearly an octave higher than usual as they idled at a red light.

"You're doing fine!" She squeezed her slightly closer in the moment they'd stopped, pressing yet another kiss to her cheek. From how soppy she was being on their journey, it was obvious she was on the verge of falling asleep.

When they finally made it back to where the bus was parked, she leaned Yang against the side of the trailer hitched to the back before pushing the bike inside on her own. It wasn't easy for her thin arms, but she managed. Then she locked it up and led Yang inside their living quarters, patting her tired shoulders in sympathy.

By the time they got ready for bed and slid into the sheets, they were already on the road. The driver would be going all night so that they were most of the way back up toward Indianapolis by the time they woke up; he sometimes swapped out with one of the other roadies who wad guiding the bus full of Weiss’s entourage.

"Yang?" she whispered while snuggling up against Yang's back, just to see if she was asleep yet.

Nuzzled into the pillows and the sheets, Yang shuffled her head very slightly when she heard her name called, whispering very quietly, "Yeah?"

The younger woman debated for a moment. "I'm sorry for pushing you for the story about that song. Didn't think it would be so personal - but that's no excuse for me being pushy."

"You didn't push." The words were so quiet compared to her normal voice. Clutching the sheets to pull more of them onto herself, she continued, "Maybe one day, you'll have your own song like that. One about�� coming out."

"Maybe," Weiss breathed into her blonde mane as she began to drift herself. "We'll see."

Under the sheets, Yang held the hand that Weiss had on her stomach tightly. At this time of night, it was too late for her to make up jokes, or even to lie; she was at her most honest. She might as well be drunk.

"I know it's hard for you. All this. You didn't want to be like me, because you don't wanna disappoint your dad, or your religion or whatever. But listen – you're not messing up, or hurting anybody. You are who you are. And that's perfect as it is, whatever it is."

Weiss's eyebrows knitted as she listened. Yang was trying to soothe her about things she hadn't even been thinking that deeply upon, but once said… she couldn't deny they were true. Her lyrics stuck to such surface topics as boys and "girl power" and partying because digging into anything deeper was terrifying. She didn't want to put herself out there, to challenge people's perceptions. Especially not those of her family. But Yang was right; she was who she was. Fighting it would have made her miss out on this glorious relationship. So maybe she should push her boundaries a little after all.

As she drifted off to sleep, the awakening diva also thought she might know exactly where to start…

#white noise #freezerburn fanfic #freezerburn #weiss x yang #yang x weiss #rwbyremnants

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oforoddette · 7 years ago

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Gogo’s Curse

This is my first commission in a while. The extremely awesome and wonderful @mansionofindulgence wanted me to write a story featuring Gogo Tomago from Big Hero 6 getting cursed and getting fat. Enjoy everyone.

Gogo wasn’t a fan of carnivals. They were a waste of time and filled with con artists. She honestly had no idea how Honey Lemon had talked her into this. The two of them had spent the whole entire day at the carnival grounds, and Gogo’s patience was running thin. She was tired, hungry and really was ready to head on home. But no, Honey just had to talk to the fortune teller! How could a scientist even believe in something so stupid?

“Madame Mina sees a good future for you,” The woman said. “You’ll be successful with a good husband and a lovely house.”

“Really?” Honey Lemon’s eyes shined with wonder.

“Oh please.” Gogo rolled her eyes.

“And, you will have,” Mina paused dramatically. “Two---no---three children! You will also have a dog!”

“What kind of dog? Can you see?” Honey Lemon asked.

“Honey, really?” Gogo said. “She can’t see the future, you do realize that right?”

“Gogo!” Honey turned to look at her friend. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true! She’s a fraud!” Gogo continued. “No one can see the future. Can we leave now?”

“Non-believer, do not test me,” Madame Mina glared at Gogo. “Or you will incur my wrath.”

“Yeah right,” Gogo sneered. “By the way, your wig is crooked.”

At that, Madame Mina stood up from her table. She started chanting something, but Gogo didn’t listen. This was all for show. Fortunes weren’t really. They only told people what they wanted to hear. It was a complete and total scam. How Honey had fallen for this woman act was beyond her. When the chanting was finished, Gogo just stared at the woman.

“Wow, really scary,” Gogo looked at Honey. “Can we go now? I’m hungry!”

“Okay,” Honey Lemon picked up her purse. “I’m so sorry Madame Mina.”

“It’s alright child. Your friend will learn her lesson.”

Gogo rolled her eyes again before heading out of the tent. As the two of them walked, Gogo spied a hotdog stand. As soon as they passed it, Gogo’s stomach growled. It was rather loud, and Gogo was sure people had heard it. But Gogo didn’t really care. She was starving! And while carnivals was a place where con artists were rampant, they had good food. Turning around, she marched back to the hot dog stand.

“Two hot dogs,” Gogo said. “And a side of fries with a large coke.”

“Wow, you really are hungry.” Honey said.

“Yeah, I wonder why that is?” Gogo asked.

When her food was ready, Gogo and Honey sat down at one of the tables. Honey watched as Gogo slathered her hot dogs with ketchup, mustard, relish and more. Since they were friends, Honey didn’t say anything out loud about Gogo’s eating. Honey Lemon wasn’t a person to judge women for eating what they wanted. She did it all the time. It was just odd to see Gogo chowing down like she did. Gogo was acting as if she had never eaten in her life. She polished off the hot dog, fries, and coke in almost no time.

“Man, those hot dogs were good,” Gogo licked her fingers. “Urp! Excuse me.”

“Well, I guess we should head home.”

“Right. Right after funnel cake.”

Funnel cake? Gogo had just eaten two hotdogs and french fries. Plus there was the large coke she had drank. But again, Honey said nothing. Besides, who could say no to funnel cakes?

Apparently, Gogo couldn’t.

She got five orders of funnel cake and a large lemonade. Biting her tongue, Honey said nothing. It was just honestly odd. Gogo didn’t eat this much, and she didn’t eat with such gusto. As Gogo ate the cakes, her focus solely seemed to be on the food. What was also surprising was how fast Gogo ate. It was like she barely chewed!

“Ah, much better!” Gogo burped again. “Alright, we can leave.”

Honey smiled, saying nothing. Gogo seemed fine. As they headed back to campus, the two of them went their separate ways. Gogo reached her dorm room. Once she was alone, her stomach growled again. She looked down at her thin tummy, wondering where this hunger was coming from. After two hot dogs, fries and funnel cake, she still wanted something to eat. No, no more food! She had eaten enough, her belly would just have to deal. Besides, she had a chemistry test coming up soon. Gogo had to study.

Or, you could eat.

“No, I need to study,” Gogo said aloud.

Why study when there are so many goods that need to be eaten? Like cake and pizza and burgers!

“And---ramen?”

Of yes ramen. What about fried chicken and pork?

“And cookies? And--” Gogo began to drool. “And onion rings? And cupcakes?”

What else would you like to eat?

“Steak---and---patty melts! And---macaroni and milkshakes.”

Eat my dear. You deserve it. It’ll feel so good.

“But my studies---”

Can wait. Enjoy yourself, my dear.

Gogo looked over at her textbook then looked at her phone. She could have some food delivered. Maybe just a few snacks to tide her over. Or a pizza. Or maybe two pizzas with extra cheese. Licking her lips, Gogo grabbed her phone and fired up UberEats. So placed an order at Paula’s Pizza for three large pizzas, two mediums pizzas, a pan pizza, two orders of garlic friend and a cannoli. Once that was done, she stared at her phone.

And then placed an order for Chinese food.

Then she placed an order for sushi.

She ordered vast amounts of food and didn’t stop until her first order came. When her pizza came, began to devour it. She had no idea why but food tasted so delicious! Never in her life had food tasted this good before. Everything she ate was like a slice of heaven! She didn’t want to stop, and there was a chance she couldn’t stop herself. She just wanted to stuff her face all night.

Which is exactly what she did.

Gogo ate and ate and ate some more. Food containers covered the ground along with paper bags and empty soda cans. The night dragged on, but Gogo didn’t stop. She continued to stuff herself silly. The idea of stopping never entered her mind. It was like there was some unknown force driving her to gorge herself.

Gogo didn’t stop until she had devoured the last bit of food she had ordered. She popped the remaining sushi roll into her mouth and then belched. Groaning, she started rubbing her gut. It felt bloated. Glancing down, she blushed when she saw it. It was peeking out of her shirt, round and distended. Her pants also felt a bit tighter, and there seemed to be a few more rips.

Yet she wanted more. Licking her lips, Gogo rubbed her gurgling stomach.

“I need more,” She grabbed the phone. “There has to be someplace that is still opened!”

Lucky for Gogo, Lucky J’s Wild Wings was opened 24/7. After ordering two of everything on the menu, she waited patiently by the door. While she did, her stomach growled. It wasn’t huge, but it was no longer slim. It looked nice, round and plump. If someone didn’t know better, they would mistake Gogo for a pregnant woman. Gogo hadn’t taken notice of this yet. Her thoughts were consumed with the idea of eating.

When the delivery boy arrived, Gogo almost tackled him. He looked shocked, but she didn’t care. After throwing him a $20 tip, she slammed the door shut and resumed feasting. She picked the bones clean of meat, sucking the juices off her finger so she wouldn’t waste a drop of it. Once more, her stomach began to grow. Each bit of food added a small inch to her waistline, making it expand. When all her wings had been finished, Gogo burped.

Very loudly.

So loud, the floor rumbled, a vase toppled over, and a few books fell from her bookshelf.

“Huh,” Gogo looked around. “Must have been an Earthquake or something.”

And despite her massive gorge fest, Gogo was STILL hungry. But by now, it was extremely late. While the wings had been filling, Gogo didn’t want more. She needed variety. Yawning, she headed to her bedroom. Her stomach wobbled with each step she took.

“I wonder what I’ll have for breakfast,” Gogo asked herself as she grabbed her pajamas. “Maybe biscuits and gravy?”

She pulled her shirt over her head. It felt a bit snug, but Gogo ignored it as she slipped on her shorts. Absentmindedly, she patted her gut as she headed to the bathroom.

“Or maybe bacon and eggs.” She continued to muse.

Thinking about food made her stomach rumble softly.

“Maybe pancakes or waffles or both,” Gogo considered after brushing her teeth. “Oh, maybe I could just have a bunch of different foods for breakfast.”

She yawned again before lying down on her bed and closing her eyes. While she slept, she dreamed about food.

The next morning, Gogo didn’t show up for biology class. When second period rolled around, Gogo still was a no-show. At third period, Honey Lemon texted Gogo. When she didn’t get an answer, Honey’s worries got worse. She remembered yesterday and what Madame Mina had said. While Gogo didn’t believe in curses, Honey certainly did. So when fourth period was over, Honey decided to check on her friend. She knocked on the door and waited.

When the door opened up, Honey almost fainted from shock.

Gogo had gotten fat. Honey had no idea how but Gogo had changed overnight. Her slim figure was gone, and she was sporting a large stomach. Gogo was wearing sweatpants, but they looked ready to burst. Honey could see rips already forming in them. Even Gogo’s breasts had changed. Her tits were now double their original size, and they barely fit into her tank top. The most shocking thing of all was that Gogo seemed completely oblivious to the changes.

“Oh, hi Honey,” Gogo said, chewing on a cookie. “What’s up?”

“You--you haven’t shown up to any of your classes,” Honey managed to say. “Is everything okay?”

Honey stepped into Gogo’s dorm room and almost gagged. The place was filthy! She couldn’t see the floor because it was covered with food containers. There were empty plates everywhere! And the stench was unbearable! Gasping, Honey quickly opened up a nearby window. Yet Gogo didn’t seem to care. She was too focused on eating. Honey watched as Gogo picked up a box of cookies and just ate them. Once it was empty, Gogo just tossed it on the ground. Honey wanted to say something. She really did. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“I’m fine,” Gogo suddenly said. “I’ll go to my afternoon classes. I wasn’t feeling all that good, so I just decided to sleep in.”

“Oh,” Honey paused. “Um--I have some time before my next class--want me to clean up a bit?”

“Would you? I'm too busy to clean. Don’t know how this place got so dirty.”

Honey just smiled weakly. Gogo was acting weird, but Honey couldn’t just leave the dorm room like this. It was disgusting! Yet Honey still didn’t say a thing. Something was going on with Gogo, that much was obvious, but Honey didn’t want to press. Maybe Gogo was stress eating or doing an experiment!

Or it was the curse.

Honey Lemon was certain it had to be the curse. It just had to be. But if it wasn’t, Honey didn’t want to say anything. Who was she to judge Gogo? So wanting to spare her friend’s feelings, Honey was silent as she cleaned up Gogo’s mess.

As Honey cleaned, she kept an eye on Gogo. While she would focus on things like reading her textbook or checking her email, she was always eating. Whenever she finished her food, Gogo would grab another bag or box of junk food. It was like she was trying to fatten herself up.

“Um---Gogo you should make sure you clean up after yourself,” Honey Lemon suddenly said. “Just because---you wouldn't want to eat around in garbage you know. Might attract bugs.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Gogo said. “Don’t want bugs.”

Honey nodded but internally, she was kicking herself. That was what she was bringing up? Why didn’t you mention her abnormal weight gain? Why didn’t you say something about the curse? No, it’s none of your business. Just clean up. Everything is fine.

Gogo did seem to take Honey’s words to heart, and she did throw away her trash after she was done eating. That was something. Honey sighed as she put the very last of the garbage into the can. Gogo tied up the bag and grabbed it.

“Thanks, Honey. I’m going to take this to the incinerator,” Gogo said. “Catch you later.”

“Yeah,” Honey fiddled with her glasses. “Bye Gogo.”

Honey Lemon left Gogo’s dorm while Gogo went to throw away her trash. Before she headed back to classes, she stole one last look at Gogo. The other woman whistled a tune as she threw away her trash, still completely unaware of her body’s changes. Honey stalled for a moment before heading back to her classes.

Gogo didn’t show up for classes for two days.

Honey had been texting Gogo for two days, and Gogo had stopped replying. After staring at her phone all night, Honey decided it was time to act. Gogo’s friends were worried, and Honey was tired of lying to the others. She was done being passive. Something was wrong with Gogo. When she got to Gogo’s dorm room, she knocked on the door.

“Gogo, open up!” Honey demanded. “Open up right now!”

There was no reply. Honey tapped her foot before knocking on the door again. When she didn’t get an answer, Honey decided to take matters into her own hands.She reached into her hair and pulled out a bobby pin. It took only a few minutes to pick the lock. Once the door was unlocked, she threw it open. To her surprise, the floor was clean. There was no food or trash anywhere to be seen. Well, that was one good thing.

But the issue was Gogo herself.

Gogo looked up from her Chinese food. She seemed shocked to see Honey. She slurped up the rest of her noodles and burped.

“Gogo!” Honey put her hands on her hips.

“Sorry,” Gogo blushed a bit. “You don’t have my order of fried chicken do you?”

“No, and you’re not getting any fried chicken! Gogo, look at you!”

Gogo did. For the past two days, she had been lying to herself. No, she wasn’t fat. No, she shouldn’t stop eating. No, there was nothing wrong with her at all. But Gogo couldn’t lie anymore. Yes, she was extremely fat, and there was something wrong. Ever since the carnival, she couldn’t stop eating. She could focus on other things, but she had to be eating as well. Gogo had kept her dorm room clean, but that didn’t stop her eating.

“I can’t stop,” Gogo rubbed her belly. “I tried, I really did try. No matter how much I told myself to stop eating, I just kept going!”

“I should have said something earlier,” Honey sighed. “Gogo, I know you don’t believe in magic and the supernatural but remember what happened at the carnival?”

“Yes,” Gogo looked at her gut. “I shouldn’t have made fun of that fortune teller. This is my punishment.”

“Alright,” Honey exhaled. “I’m going to go talk to Madame Mina so she can fix this. You stay here. And no fried chicken.”

“Okay.”

Gogo did feel a bit embarrassed. She really couldn’t deny how fat she was now. None of her regular clothes fit anymore. She only had one pair of sweatpants that still fit her, but right now, they were barely holding on. They were ripped, and Gogo was sure that if she got any bigger, they would be destroyed. Her belly didn’t fit under any of her shirts anymore. It was the largest part of her body. It was rather shocking that her couch was still holding her. Sighing, Gogo grabbed a handful of her stomach.

“Well, on the bright side, the curse could have been worse,” Gogo looked at her remaining Chinese food. “Since I’m not getting that chicken, I guess I’ll finish the rest of this.”

Madame Mina looked a bit shocked when she arrived.

“Hm. I didn’t realize the curse would take this form,” Mina said, inspecting Gogo. “Huh.”

She poked Gogo’s stomach, and Gogo burped.

“Ah, please don’t do that!” Gogo begged. “I’m afraid I’ll burst. Also, excuse me. Didn’t mean to burp out loud.”

“Well at least you’ve gotten more polite,” Mina smiled, rubbing Gogo’s bloated gut. “Alright, I’ll lift the curse under one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You have to let me read your palm.”

“Can I offer up my potential first born child?”

“Gogo, are you being serious right now?” Honey admonished.

Gogo winced and glanced at her belly. It growled, signaling it’s need for food. Gogo had two options at this point. Either keep being a glutton or let Madame Mina read her palm. With a sigh, Gogo offered up her hand.

“You win,” Gogo said in defeat.

“Splendid!” Madame Mina grinned. “Now let’s see. Alright, you’ll meet a talk, dark, handsome stranger who will inspire you in ways you never thought possible.”

After all, was said and done, Gogo’s body returned to normal over the past few days. It took at least two days for her stomach to go down to a normal size as well as her ass and breasts to revert back to their normal shape. Honey swore she wouldn’t tell anyone else about the whole incident, wanting to spare Gogo’s bruised ego. Not to mention who would believe them? Curses in the modern century?

If Gogo had learned anything from this, it was not too bad mouth people and question their talents.

Also, if you were hungry in the middle of the night, Lucky J’s Wild Wings was the best place to go.

#Odd's Stories #Big Hero 6 #Gogo Tomago #weight gain #female weight gain

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 7 years ago

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WAD, LIAO

Lance had thought everything would be fine now his heat had passed. He was trying his hardest not to burden his friends, even though he was barely able to pull off his usual over the top persona.

It'd been four movements now, and as far as everyone else knew he was just fine, but that was because he was living a lie. After waking up in Keith's arms, Lance had crept back to his own room, ashamed of needing the alpha's touch. Arriving back at his quarters, he'd found it trashed with a very angry Shiro waiting for him. After backhanding him hard enough that he tasted blood in his mouth, Shiro had forced himself upon him, not stopping no matter how hard he fought. Now every time Shiro thought he was getting to close to anyone, the alpha would punish him in the same means. Honestly, Lance had lost count of the times Shiro punished him. The omega only knew that the bruises left never faded before new ones were added. Shiro was careful though, the alpha never hitting him where anyone else might see, and his punishments only came in the dead of night, when everyone else was asleep. Lance was falling apart, and after how Keith had been so sweet to him, so he couldn't bring himself to admit the abuse was still occurring.

Returning to his quarters, Lance didn't even need to look back to tell Shiro had followed him. The alpha uncharacteristically quiet as he pulled Lance up against him

"Sh-Shiro?"

"Why did you save Keith? Do you like him?"

"Wh... what do you mean?"

Sliding his hand down Lance's pants, Shiro grasped his limp dick firmly enough that Lance yelped

"Shiro"

"Do you like him? Do you want him instead of me?"

"No! No... Keith's our friend"

"You little slut. You want him too don't you. You want his seed and his pups"

Trying to free himself, Lance whimpered as Shiro's cold inorganic hand tightened further

"You're wrong! I don't... please alpha..."

"Don't forget who you belong to"

"I won't! Please, Shiro... my alpha..."

Suppressing a shudder, Lance hated calling Shiro his. He hated Shiro and couldn't believe he'd ever fancied the alpha. Shiro was playing everyone around them, and no one seemed to know or perhaps they did and they just didn't care

"Good omega, now present yourself"

With his hands against the wall and his pants around his ankles, Lance found he couldn't cry anymore. Feeling the drag each time Shiro pulled back, the alpha would leave just the very tip of his erection inside of him before slamming in bruisingly hard. Reduced to snarls, Shiro mouthed at his neck, but never bit down. It was like he was telling Lance that he wasn't worth bonding with now that he knew he could knot him all he wanted without it. The feeling left him hollow... even more hollow then the act of sex it's self. He was just a toy in the alpha's hands, not even a person.

Sitting with Allura, Keith was nursing his drink. With Lance's mental health not improving, they were planning on setting the castle down on the next suitable planet they found. After being stuck inside the castle for so long, they were all going a little crazy

"Good news, I think I've found a planet suitable for our stop"

Interrupting their musings, Coran beamed happily at them

"You have?"

"It's a wormhole away, but it has a suitable atmosphere, and as you requested a pretty big lake"

Knowing how much Lance missed Earth, Keith had specifically asked for the planet to have somewhere they could go swimming

"We'll go right now. I think we could all use some downtime"

"I'll find my bathing suit. I just hope it still fits"

Coran plus bathing suit equalled speedos in Keith's mind. A sight he never needed to see. Still, Coran seemed especially excited about making landfall, something he hadn't really expected.

It was another 6 vargas before the castle finally came to a rest on the planet Coran had found. The moment Pidge had realised what was happening, the girl had come running to demand answers. Paging the rest of them, Allura kept the anxious Pidge waiting until she could announce to all of them they were taking a holiday. Lance didn't seem as enthused as Keith had hoped, the omega shying away from the group, exchanging a glance with Allura, both of them silently agreed that today would be Lance's day

"Hunk, we'll need food for a picnic, and there's a big lake for swimming. Keith, why don't you take Lance down and check out the water while we get everything organised up here"

Shiro frowned at the pair of them, but Hunk was already talking menu items

"Shiro, why don't you help Hunk with the food. Pidge, you're on entertainment"

"I can do that! I've been working on..."

Walking over to Lance, Keith placed his hand on his shoulder

"You ready?"

"Sure"

Landing Red near the shore of the lake, the pair of them walked over to the edge of the lake. Bright blue in colour, it looked harmless enough

"Keith, why are we here?"

"Because Allura wanted to take a break. We've been on the move nonstop, and being trapped on the castle nonstop is hard"

He had word vomit. He'd tried to make it sound casual, but his words ended up falling out all over each other

"You're a terrible liar"

"Fine. Allura's worried about all of us. You're barely talking to any of us. Shiro's all broody. Pidge hasn't been tinkering as much, and Hunk... no, Hunk's been fine in the kitchen"

Honestly he hadn't really been paying much attention to everyone else, whenever he was alone, Lance crept into his mind. Actually... no, Lance crept into his mind even he didn't want him to

"Well... do you think the water's safe?"

"I'll go in if you do"

"Are you calling me chicken?"

Letting out a huffy pout, Lance put his hands on his hips

"No, but I don't see you moving"

"You're not moving either"

Acting on impulse, Keith grabbed Lance's hand

"If I'm going down, you're coming with me"

Never in his life had he imagined he'd be running into a strange alien lake while holding Lance's hand. Ignoring the initial shock of the cold water, Keith plunged forwards, dragging Lance with him below the surface. Reemerging Keith immediately looked to Lance, for the first time in movements the omega was laughing. A wave of affection rushed up, and before he knew it, Keith had pulled Lance close

"Um, Keith?"

"You look like a drowned rat"

"You're the drowned rat with that mullet of yours"

"Well it takes one to know one"

"Oh! It is so on"

Dunking him under the water, Keith grabbed Lance around the waist and pulled him down, both grinning at each other stupidly. Lance really was most beautiful when he smiled. Filled with the urge to kiss Lance, and when the pair finally emerged again, he did just that. The kiss was slow and sweet, and over before it really began. Breaking away, Lance's smile faded and Keith cursed himself ruining the moment

"Lance..."

"I'm sorry"

Fleeing the lake, Lance left behind a trail of distress that had Keith cursing himself all over again. The trip down here was supposed to be helping Lance forget his troubles, not add to them. Giving Lance enough time to settle down on the bank of the lake, the alpha took his time as Coran emerged on the shore line

"Keith! Lance! How's the water?"

Gross. As he'd predicted Coran was dressed in his speedos, while the man's moustache almost seemed to gleam unnaturally

"It's nice!"

Wading out of the water, Keith wiped his face before looking down to find a very red-faced Lance

"What? What is it?"

"Keith, your bobby dazzler's showing"

"My what?"

"If you two wanted to go swimming naked..."

Looking down, Keith realised he was now naked

"I wasn't naked when I went in!"

Looking away, Lance covered his face with his hands, while Keith tried to hide his crotch

"It's true. We both had our clothes on"

"Then why are you naked?"

"I don't know..."

This was mortifying, but at least Pidge and Allura hadn't been here to witness his moment of shame. Turning away, Coran gave him enough privacy so he could return to Red. He should have known better than to trust Coran or to trust that alien water was really water.

With swimming out of the question, Hunk and Allura went about setting up a huge picnic, while Pidge was beside herself examining the properties of the water. The only explanation they had was that Keith's clothes dissolved completely because he was in the water longer than Lance. Though Coran insisted he was still going swimming after they'd all eaten.

Despite having showered and changed, Keith still made it back to the others before Lance did. The sun setting as the omega finally came wandering into camp. Smiling, Lance plonked himself down next to Hunk

"Hunk, I'm starving"

"Good. I might have made too much"

"With your cooking, there's no such thing"

Looking over to Shiro, he found Shiro watching the pair. None of this escaped Allura though

"So what do you usually do on Earth, when you go for picnics?"

"Allura, I think this more like dinner than a picnic. But we swim, or we play games"

"Or we drink. It's about having fun"

"Speaking of drinking, Lance, you have to try this"

"Hunk, did you make moonshine?"

Hunk squirmed for a second

"I didn't mean to. I was trying to recreate a milkshake"

Keith had no idea how a milkshake became moonshine, but Lance wasn't questioning it. Taking he bottle Hunk produced, the omega popped the cap, before downing a long swig

"That's enough! This stuffs pretty strong"

Lowering the bottle, Lance let out a long "ahhh"

"Wow. That's good"

Taking back the bottle, Hunk took a much smaller swig before passing it on to Allura

"Drink up, I've got another 4 bottles"

With the fire dying, and everyone full from Hunk's cooking, one by one everyone started heading to bed, until it was just Keith, Lance, Hunk and Shiro left. Shiro had barely had anything to drink, where Lance and Hunk were both well and truly plastered

"... and then Coran comes up, and you know what he says, he tells Keith his "bobby dazzler's showing"! Can you believe it! He called Keith's junk "bobby dazzler". Wheezing from laughing so hard, Lance fell back as Hunk pulled a face

"You saw Keith's junk?"

"Yep! You should have seen the look on his face!"

If looks could kill, Keith would be dead. Locking eyes with Shiro, the alpha looked murderous

"Lance, it wasn't that funny"

"But it was! I had no idea how much I needed this!"

At least Lance was feeling better, though it was definitely time for the omega to call it a night

"Hunk, why don't you help me get Lance to bed. I think he's had more than enough"

"Nooooo!"

"Yeah leave us alone. We can drink"

"No, Keith's right. It's time we called it a night. Come along Lance"

The moment Shiro said Lance's name, the omega stopped laughing. Pulling himself to his feet, Lance seemed to fold in on himself as he looked to Hunk

"He's right. I'm going to bed"

"Fiiiine. Keith will stay with me, right?"

"No, Keith's going to bed. So are you Hunk"

"Why you gotta be so mean Shiro?"

"It's fine Hunk. I'll see you in the morning"

With the way Lance was staggering, Hunk didn't blink twice as Shiro pulled the omega against him, but Keith wasn't having it. Rising to his feet, he jogged the few steps to catch up with the pair. Looping his arm around Lance's waist, he forced a small smile

"Let's get you to bed"

With Lance deposited in his bed, Keith went to tuck the omega in, only for Shiro to grab his wrist

"I'll do it"

"It's fine"

"Keith, I said I'll do it"

"And I told you it's fine"

Snarling, Shiro shoved him so hard that Keith ended up tripping over backwards

"What the quiznak man?! I was just trying to help"

"Trying to help? You were making a pass at my bitch!"

"Lance isn't yours"

The look that crossed Shiro's face turned Keith's blood cold. Scrambling to his feet, he stood his ground

"Lance isn't your bitch! He's a human being"

"No. He's mine! I've already laid claim to him"

"I don't see your bonding mark on him"

"It's only a matter of time. He's pregnant with my pups after all"

Keith staggered slightly

"What?!"

"Can't you smell it on him? I bred him, and there's nothing you can do about it"

"You're lying"

"Admit it little alpha, there's no place for you here. He's going to birth my pups, and they'll tear him apart as he does"

Seeing red, Keith threw himself at Shiro

"You bastard!"

Having fallen into the trap of swearing with Altean words, it felt good to use actual swearing for a change. Laughing off Keith's first blow, Shiro sidestepped it with ease

"You've got to do better than that!"

He'd been an idiot. Hunk's moonshine had dulled his senses, grabbing his knife from his belt, he straightened himself up

"Should I tell you how it felt? How warm and wet he was? Or good he felt around my knot"

Roaring, Keith lashed out blindly. Parrying with ease, Shiro grabbed him by the wrist, snapping it with ease. Howling in pain, Keith drove his knife into Shiro's leg as he struggled free

"You're dead, you hear me! Dead!"

"Stop it!"

Screaming out, Lance moved to stagger between them

"Stop it!"

"Lance, get out of the way"

"Yeah Lance, move. This is a fight between alphas"

"No! That's enough"

Shiro didn't seem to agree with Lance. Grabbing him by his shirt, Shiro threw Lance across the room. The teen smacking solidly into the corner of his desk, before crumpling to floor

"Lance!"

"Leave him!"

Ignoring Shiro's command, Keith rushed to Lance, only to be grabbed by Shiro's bionic hand and hurled backwards. Panting hard, Keith tried to push himself up

"Don't you dare lay a finger on Lance"

Laughing, Shiro crossed over to him, the alpha driving his boot into Shiro's face

"Pesky little alpha's should be seen and not heard"

Driving his boot into Keith's face again, Keith's whole world turned black.

Waking up, Keith struggled against whatever was binding him. Wriggling desperately, all he could think of was Lance. Something was very wrong with Shiro, and he feared for Shiro's safety

"Look, he's awake"

Whatever had been covering his face was pulled away, and Keith recoiled from the sight in front him. He was sitting on Lance's desk chair, and directly across from Lance laid bloody in his bed

"Now tell him"

"Shiro"

"Tell him Lance!"

Flinching at the alpha's tone, Lance nodded slowly

"Keith. I love Shiro. I'm having his pups. I know you think I like you, but I don't"

"And"

"And when the pups are born, I'm leaving with Shiro"

What total bullshit. He would have told Lance so if his mouth hadn't been gagged

"If you so much as tell anyone about this, I will kill him. I'll kill him and leave his cooling body in your bed"

It was clear Shiro wasn't joking

"Keith, tell him. Tell him you won't tell! Please!"

Mocking Lance's words, Shiro parroted them back

"Yeah Keith, tell him"

He didn't want to cave. His alpha was beyond furious and he wanted to tear Shiro's throat out with his bare teeth, but he couldn't do anything to help Lance unless he did. Nodding slowly, Shiro smiled down at him

"Good choice"

Walking over to him, Keith tensed like a snake ready to strike, only Shiro didn't move to untie him, instead the alpha knocked him out with a solid right hook.

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