#puts a huge fucken smile on my face and i just feel good

[elliebell77]

I LOVE BODY POSITIVITY!!!!!! I LOVE CHUBBY PEOPLE!!!! I LOVE STRETCH MARKS!! AND SCARS!!! AND ACNE AND SKIN TAGS AND VITILIGO!!!! I LOVE DOUBLE CHINS AND LOVE HANDLES AND HIP DIPS!!!!! I LOVE THE HUMAN BODY AND I LOVE THAT IT DOESNT NEED TO """CONVENTIONAL""" TO BE BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!

[huge-jacked-man-is-bae]

Late night

In which you wait for Old Man Logan to come home after a job

Warning(s): conflicts, swearing, feelings (is that even a warning??), stubborn Logan

Pairing: Old Man Logan x Reader

(no use of Y/N)

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You were there...as always. Taking care of Charles when needed. Cleaning up and keeping him company. You loved to hear his stories, but Charles knew that you wanted to know Logan's stories. So he endulged in the stories of the now Old man Logan, and you just listened to Charles with a smile on your face. You knew if you wanted to ask Logan about his past, he'd just shrug it off and leave you the heck alone, as usual.

Charles....the old tricky man he is, often brings you up to Logan, he wanted to know if there was more to that hate towards us, or it was just simply cause he didn't like you, just tolerated you. But Logan is as stubborn as a kid, he refuses to show any emotion when they talk about you. Even if you're around Logan, he just waves you off or just grunts, as that's how he is communicating most of the time. He is tired, and you can see it, heck even Caliban is worried about him, the Adamantium poisoning is slowly taking its toll on Logan. But as a fool he is, he refuses to ask for help, what a stubborn old man!

You always make sure to wash his clothes, make him food and tend to his injuries if it's necessary, even if he pushes you away. And the worst part is, that you slowly start to fall in love with that stubborn old man. Every time you were around him, the butterflies in your stomach started to slowly fill up your stomach, he often side eyed you for your reaction, he could see the pinkness on your cheeks, but he brushed it off.

"Another client?" You ask as you made your way into the kitchen, seeing Logan by the kitchen table, sitting there, sipping on some already cold coffee. "But it's almost midnight.."

"Well, they don't care about time, bub. And someone has to earn money.." he said rather grumpily. Didn't even look up at him. Like you never existed.

"I am worried about you Logan..." That's it. You finally said it. A flash of surprise plastered on his face, but he shook his head and drank from his cup.

"No need to be worried about me, bub. You should focus on taking care of Charles and to the housework." Jesus he's such a pain in the ass.

"And I am doing it every day."

"Good, only concentrate on that and stop pushing your nose into my business, bub.." he said angrily and put down his cup, it was now empty. You jumped a little bit at his sudden movement but he didn't care about it, just adjusted his dress shirt and put on his jacket, and put his reading glasses into the inside pocket of the jacket. Phone in his hand.

"I am not trying to—" you started to explain.

"Enough, bub!! I'm tired of your constant nagging and caring! I don't need this! I didn't ask for it! Keep your fucken distance and leave me alone!! I'll be home late." With that, Logan grabbed the limo's keys and walked out of the smelting power plant. You were taken aback by his harsh words, like he never ever talked to you like this. Why now? Maybe there was something bothering him? Or you really believed that the problem was actually yourself. You heart ached as you thought about it, the possibility of being the source of his misery, his anger, his annoyance.

After three hours... Three hours passed ever since Logan had left to drive a client. As usual, he was exhausted, the money was great as he got a huge tip and all, but...he was still sad and miserable, but.... something in his heart ached as he saw you on the couch in the little living room he made himself. Tried to make the smelting power plant more home-y, ever since you lived there too. He didn't understand why, but he knew that if he'll act upon these feelings he is buried deep down. He didn't even want to acknowledge it at all, especially after that happened in his life, how he lost everyone he held most dear. How Jean's death still shook him till this day. He promised himself that he'll never feel things like this after her death... But there you were.... Making his heart skip a beat.

He looked down at you, as you slept. His eyes widened as soon as he realized that you were cuddling one of his jackets, his heart....that stupid heart he decided to freeze...started to melt again. Beating faster by the minute he was staring down at you, looked at how your chest fell and rose, how your hair sprawled out on the cushion of the couch. You were perfect, in every way. But he was still stubborn to realize...or at least accept it. He was reluctant to give into the feeling... Jesus he didn't even know what to do now.. So. Out of instinct, held you up in his arms bridal style, your head rested on his chest as he made his way towards your bedroom, his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

He kicked the door open lightly and walked inside of the bedroom and approached your bed, gently laying you down on it. And all he could do was....just stare.... Stare at your sleeping form, how beautiful you looked, how your hair was framing your face, he involuntarily moved his hand and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, your skin was smooth and warm, unlike his ruggedy face and skin. He thought back to the times when you laughed at a bad joke Charles was cracking, the way you took care of both him and Charles. Your heart, your soul... everything was perfect about you. but he was afraid... Afraid of screwing up, afraid of hurting you. But he couldn't resist the temptation. Often imagined what would it be to be together with you, to wake up next to you every morning, to sleep next to you every night, to kiss you, hold you, fuck you. He shook his head, pushing these thoughts aside but sat down on the edge of your bed. He was reluctant to get away, to leave you, especially when he knew that you were on the couch cause you waited for him to come home, every fucken time.

"The things I wanna do to you, bub.." he sighed and stood up from the bed, took one last glance at you and he did it... He couldn't resist. Logan leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It was slow and sweet, his heart....his poor heart was accelerating fast, almost giving him a heart attack. He felt so weak...but so right. "Sweet dreams" he murmured and pulled the covers over your body, making sure to tuck you in well cause he knew that you can get cold easily. Then he left, to put some food into his stomach, as he'd never miss your cooking. His thoughts were occupied by you, as always. Waiting for the perfect moment to finally snap and make a move. But when was the perfect moment? He didn't fucken know.

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Part 2?

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.5- This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Warnings: Profanity, smoking, drug usage, death

Y/n’s outfit (Except for the shoes sorry lads😓 & imagine it with some black stockings if u want)

I didn’t spell check sorry guys!!😭

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Day 5, 1986

“Hey is it cool if i go to a concert tonight?” Y/n asked Duff, turning to look at him as they sat and watched TV.

“Who’s playing?” He asked looking at his little sister.

“I’m not sure… Fru just invited me” She said furrowing her eyebrows, realize she doesn’t even know who she’s gonna be watching.

“Huh” Duff said “Your going with that Fru kid?”

“Who else? He’s the only person i know here who’s not associated with you” she laughed and nudged him.

Duff rolled his eyes “I don’t know Y/n…”

“Comon please! I’ll tell you if any shit happens” She begged him, she really wanted to go with John, plus she had already agreed!

“I just- Fuck” Duff sighed, remembering what Izzy had told him. “Okay, fine you could go”

“Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!” The girl said, smiling brightly at her brother.

“Im trusting you Y/n” Duff said, narrowing his eyes at Y/n.

“And thank you for doing that, it means a lot” She smiled at him.

Duff felt proud of himself at that moment, returning a smile at the girl looking up at him. But he couldn’t shake the concern of letting Y/n out on the streets of LA. At night to add.

“i’m gonna get ready. Mandy you wanna help me choose something out?” Y/n turned over to look at the blonde girl, who almost jumped out of her seat at that question.

“Oh my god yes yes yes Y/n! Let’s go!” She said getting up, grabbing Y/n’s hand.

Duff laughed at the two girls, surprised that Y/n asked Mandy to help her out, but happy that the two women he loved were spending time together.

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Mandy said, sitting on Slash’s bed.

“I’m not sure, something cute but not too much you know?”

Mandy crossed her legs, “I see, what are you options?”

Y/n looked around her bag, pulling out two options, first a pair of black, more fitted jeans than she usually wears, paired with a off the shoulder- cropped long sleeve. Then a cropped Misfits baby-tee, paired with a black mini skirt.

“I was thinking either of these” she said laying them out on her bed.

Mandy stood up to look at her options, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Okay I love that skirt, but what if you switch this shirt- with this shirt” Mandy said switching the misfits shirt with the black long sleeve.

“God you’re smart, should i try it on?” Y/n said, looking up at her brothers girlfriend.

“Yes! Give me a little fashion show” Mandy laughed as she clapped her hands together, “I could step out while you change” She said, standing straight and looking at Y/n.

“No it’s fine, I’ll just turn around.” Y/n smiled.

Mandy went to go sit back on Slash’s bed while Y/n faced the other way and started to change.

Turning back around, she revealed the outfit to Mandy.

“How does it look?” She asked, smiling.

“You look SOOO GOOD!” Mandy said, huge smile on her face.

“Do i?” Y/n asked, smoothing her hands over her skirt.

“Yes Y/n! But i feel like if you added some stockings it would look even fucken better” Mandy said, looking at Y/n’s bare legs, “Plus it might be a bit windy tonight, so they’ll help you not be so cold” She said, smiling at the girl infront of her.

“I don’t have any stockings”

“It’s okay! I have a million of pairs, you don’t mind if they’re black right?” Mandy said, getting up

“Black is fine” Y/n smiled, it felt good to have a woman in her life that makes her feel good about herself, and not judge her for everything she did.

“Okay i’ll be back!” Mandy said, running out the door.

Y/n laughed to herself, she really started to warm up to Mandy.

“Okay okay i’m back!” Mandy said, out of break and a new pair of stocking in her hands.

“Wow that was fast” Y/n laughed

“I know right, i’m impressed with myself” Mandy laughed along with her, handing her the stockings.

Y/n put them on, turning to look at the dirty mirror that was on the wall, smiling to herself.

“Do you like how it looks?” Mandy smiled at the girl, looking at her through the mirror.

“Fuck yea, thanks for helping me Mandy” Y/n said, turning back to face her.

“Of course! Us girls gotta help each other out!” Mandy said.

“Yea, we do huh” Y/n smiled at her, heart warm & excited for what’s to come later in the night.

“Do you wanna stay in here while I do my hair and makeup?” Y/n asked Mandy

“Hell yes!” Mandy said in a happy tone.

Y/n grabbed her small makeup bag & sat on the floor, in front of the mirror.

“So this Fru kid, do you have a crush on him?” Mandy asked as she watched Y/n put her makeup on.

“Honestly Mandy, i don’t know” Y/n sighed, now really thinking about her feelings towards John.

“Well how do you feel when you’re around him?” She said, small smile on her face.

“Happy, and I don’t know, I get nervous if he looks at me for too long”

Mandy smiled “I think you do have a crush on him”

“Fuck. I think I do too” Y/n said, disappointment in her voice.

“Why so down honey?��� Mandy said, sympathetic look on her face.

“I don’t wanna have a crush on Fru” Y/n said, looking down at the mascara in her hands.

“Is it cause you’re gonna leave?”

“Yea, plus I know he really likes me too, and if something happens between us it’s gonna make everything complicated, it’s gonna make it too hard to leave. And i don’t want that to hurt him” Y/n said, voiced lace with anxiety.

“I had a boyfriend back home before I came to California” Mandy said.

“Really? did he come with you?” Y/n asked her, looking at her through the mirror.

Mandy sighed, “No, he didn’t, he couldn’t”

“Why not?”

“Cause he was supporting his family, financially, he was the man of the house, he couldn’t leave them behind.”

“What happened when you left?” Y/n curiously said.

“It hurt me, and him, but I just had to think about all the fun me and him had, everything he taught me.” , “Maybe John was put into you’re life to help you grow as a person.” Mandy said, smiling as she saw Y/n looking at her.

“Finish your makeup Y/n” Mandy laughed

“Okay okay sorry” Y/n said, putting on mascara.

“And the thing is Y/n- don’t worry about what’s gonna happen when you leave, enjoy right now, that’s why we’re living”

“Yea, i guess i’m thinking about it too hard” Y/n sighed as she put her mascara back in her bag.

Adding finial touched to her makeup, she looked over to Mandy, “How do i look?”

“Like a model” Mandy smiled

“Oh you’re boosting my ego Mandy” Y/n shyly said.

“Good! You should act like your the prettiest girl in the room. Always.”

Y/n smiled at Mandy, “Thank you Mandy, you’re the best” she said getting up and hugging her.

“Of course Y/n, I know you’re probably not comfortable talking about this with your brother” Mandy said, hugging Y/n back.

“And don’t worry, this stays between us” Mandy smiled as Y/n let go.

“Thank you”

“Don’t worry about it, but speaking of your brother, I should go make sure he’s alive” Mandy winked at her.

Y/n laughed, “Yea”.

Mandy left and closed the door as Y/n went back into her duffle back and pulled out another white pair of long socks, putting them over her stockings, she scrunched them up and put on her trusty black & white adidas (superstars).

Looking at the broken clock, she thought she should probably leave now. Grabbing the same one shoulder bag as yesterday, she put in her cigarettes & lighter.

Y/n walked out the room to find everyone there, and an unfamiliar face.

“I’m leaving now Duff” Y/n said quietly, moving over next to her brother.

“Y/n! Where are you going?” Steven said whistling at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes “None of your business Stevie”

“Don’t you think you’re gonna be cold?” Duff asked Y/n.

“Hopefully not” Y/n smiled at her brother.

“Who’s your friend” Y/n said nodding her head over the boy who looked like he did not belong there.

“Marc” They boy, Marc said.

“I’m Y/n” Y/n smiled, “Okay we’ll im gonna go, i’ll see you later alright?” Y/n side hugged Duff, we’ll just his head since he was sitting down.

“Alight, be careful, love you” Duff said, feeling weird saying that to Y/n

Y/n smiled, “Love you too Duff”

“Bye guys!” Y/n said, strutting towards the door, hearing everyone but Slash say bye.

Y/n sighed as she walked towards Johns, things with Slash had been weird after what happened, he even left after apologizing to her, not seeing him till now, and he couldn’t even look at her.

She felt like he was making this too much of a big deal, so what if it happened? She’s getting over it and he should too. She thought as she reached Johns steps, seeing him sitting there.

Y/n smiled, “Hey Fru”

John looked up at her, eyes widening when he saw her. “Hi” He managed to stutter out.

“Is my outfit too much?” Y/n asked nervously, which was weird, since she was always a confident person back in Seattle.

“No! No, you look pretty” he smiled at her, now getting up.

“Thanks” Y/n blushed, “Let’s go?”

“Yea let’s go” He said

John guided Y/n to the bus stop, but obviously they had to smoke some weed in the meanwhile.

“So what bad are we gonna go see?” Y/n asked John

“The Red Hot Chili Peppers” John said “They’re really good, you’ll like them”

“Yea? what are they like?”

“They’re like, Funky but rock” John said, trying to explain to Y/n, “But trust me you’ll like them”

By this time, the bus had arrived.

“Okay, i’m trusting you” Y/n laughed, getting on the bus.

“Oh yea! Also I know their guitarist, he’s pretty cool” John said, sitting next to Y/n, “He invited me to hang after the show, is that cool with you?”

“Yea that sounds cool, they’re not gonna be… weird right?” Y/n said

“What do you mean weird?” John said furrowing his eyebrows

Y/n looked at John, “Like try to make a move on me weird”

“Oh! No, don’t worry about that” John smiled at her.

“Okay, cool” The girl let out a breath.

*

Y/n and John quickly arrived to where RHCP were performing, which was a pretty small venue that smelled like piss and beer.

The band hit the stage and at first, Y/n didn’t quite know how to feel about them, she stared at the four men on stage with furrowed eyebrows, that was until they played their second song, which Y/n liked.

The rest of their set went really good, Y/n and John got ahold of some beer, and they bobbed their heads along to the music, Johns arm slung around Y/n’s shoulder.

“Thanks to everyone for coming out tonight, i’m Anthony, this is Flea-” Anthony pointed to a smiling boy with a tooth gap, “Our guitarist sir Hillel, and Jack the drummer boy!”

Y/n and John were already tipsy at this point, they cheered along with everyone else, clapping their hands together.

“Did you like them?” John said, mouth by her ear.

Y/n looked up to John and smiled “Yea, they had me on lock by their third song”

Both of their heads turned when they heard a voice call out for John.

“John!” They man, and as Y/n squinted her eyes and looked closer, she saw it was Hillel.

“Hey Hillel! You guys killed it” John smiled slyly

“Thanks dude!” Hillel said, out of breath, he looked at Y/n then looked back at John, smiling “Who’s you’re friend John?”

“Im Y/n” The girl smiled at Hillel

“Nice name, are you two-” he said, signaling between the pair, “A thing?”

“Oh!” The both of them said at the same time, quickly looking at each other.

“no we’re just friends” John said, flustered

Y/n spoke, also flustered “Yea, we just met”

Hillel looked at the two, smiling because he could just feel the tension between them, and even if it was dark, he knew the both of them, well mostly John, since he knew him better, were blushing.

Plus, John wasn’t the kind of person to just hang out with people his age, and in the short time period that Hillel has known John, he can’t remember even one time that John has bought someone along with him, Hillel even wondered if John was a virgin with how lonely the boy was!

“Yea, I get it, you guys wanna go backstage?” He said

“That’s cool” Y/n said, still under Johns arm

The three walked backstage, and Hillel didn’t even stop to introduce them to the other members.

“What was that?” John said furrowing his eyebrows as they walked into a small dressing room, Hillels girlfriend (is what Y/n assumed) already in there.

Hillel sighed, “We got into it again”

“Is it okay if I ask why?” Y/n tilted her head

“Anthony, he’s just- fucken controlling” Hillel rolled his eyes.

“Oh” Y/n said, not really knowing how to respond.

“Anyways, sit down!” He said, pointing to the couch

Y/n and John went over to sit, two chairs in front of them, which was where Hillel and his girlfriend were sitting.

“This is my girlfriend, Janette” He said

“Hi, I’m Y/n” Y/n smiled at the tired looking girl.

“Hello, had anyone told you how pretty you are?” Janette drunkly, or highly said, Y/n was tryna tell the difference.

“So!” Hillel said, grabbing some shit out of his pocket, “Where’d the two of you meet?” He said, putting some substance, which Y/n confirmed was heroin, onto a spoon.

Y/n felt John stiff up, looking at her.

“We bumped into each other, literally” Y/n said, looking at him light up the spoon “Then we just hung out after”

“That’s nice, a cute start to a cute love story” Hillel teased the two, “babe, can you wrap my arm?” he said looking over to his girlfriend.

Y/n laughed, now lighting a cigarette and giving one to John.

“Not quite Hillel” John said “Y/n leaving in a few weeks”

Hillel sucked in a breath as he shot himself up, “Leaving? where you going little lady?”

“Seattle, I live there” Y/n said, chilling going through her body as she watched.

“Seattle? where’s that” Hillel said, eyes closing

“Washington, DC” Y/n said, closely watching him, a bad feeling in her stomach.

“Well why can’t you stay here?”

Y/n just laughed, “That’s impossible”

“Hold on I needa-” Hillel said, standing up

“woah you good?” John said, also standing up

And with a breath, Hillels eyes rolled back and his body slammed on the floor.

“Shit Hillel man” John rushed over to him

“Fuck” Y/n whispered to herself, also rushing over to them.

“Hillel man wake up” John said, tapping his face.

Y/n grabbed a water bottle that was near her (god knows who’s it was.) and poured some on his face, “Hillel” she said slapping him.

“Hillel!” John said, shaking him.

“Jesus is he even fucken breathing?” Y/n said, putting her ear to his nose.

As John kept shaking him, Y/ns heart dropped at the fact that she couldn’t hear him breathing.

“Fuck John he’s not breathing” Y/n said, fear in her voice.

“No no no” John said, putting his fingers on Hillels neck.

“Hillel comon wake up” Y/n said, lightly slapping his face.

“Did you feel anything?” Y/n asked John, looking up at him.

“No” he sighed, looking at Hillel.

“Fuck” Y/n said, pouring more water on him.

Looking up at Hillels girlfriend, who just sat there and looked at him, Y/n spoke

“Janette call the police”

“What? The police? No no not the police” She said with wide eyes, tears forming.

“Call the fucken police Janette!” Y/n said, now yelling.

Janette stood up and ran out the room, confirming that she called an ambulance because soon enough, the rest of the Red Hot Chili Peppers rushed in.

“What the fuck?” The long haired man said as he saw his guitarist on the floor with blue lips and two teens looming over him.

“Get the fuck away from him” The same man said as he pulled Y/n from her shoulders.

“What happened?” The man with the gapped teeth spoke

“Flea man- he- he fucken shot up and just went down” John said, face wet from his tears.

“Fuck” Jack said, running his hands through his hair.

“We tried to bring him back- I-” Y/n attempted to say, this was absolutely the scariest moment in the poor girls life, she actually just witnessed someone die.

“Just get the fuck out of here” Anthony said “Go!” He yelled at the pair.

So that’s what the two did, but they waited outside till the ambulance came, confirming their fear, Hillel was dead.

As they watched the paramedics roll Hillel away in a body bag, John cried.

“Fru” Y/n said, tears running down her face “I’m so sorry”

“He’s dead Y/n” He said, hugging her, crying in her shoulder.

“I know” she said, running her hands through his neck “I’m so sorry” she repeated.

“We saw him fucken die Y/n” He said, now looking at the mess of a girl in front of him.

Even more tears fell down Y/ns face, “This is so fucked”

“Fuck” John said

“But we tried John” Y/n said, Johns eyes quickly looking at her after hearing him call him by his actual name.

“I know I just” He said, closing his eyes.

“Let’s just- Let’s just go home now okay?” Y/n said in a softer voice.

So they did, walking hand in hand and in complete silence, they walked to the bus stop and waited. And with wide eyes, they probably looked like maniacs. Holding hands, blood shot red eyes, tears on their faces as they sat on the bus. Even the bus driver was giving them weird looks, but Y/n and John did even process it, they couldn’t. Throughout the whole walk the realization of what had happened had been sinking more and more into their skin, into their brain until all they could think about was Hillels blue lips, eyes wide open, but with no life in them.

*

“Can I-” Y/n cleared her throat, standing outside of Johns apartment “Can i spend the night?”

“Please do” John said, looking at her.

They walked into his place, b-lining it to his room.

They were silent as the both stood there, until John spoke,

“Do you wanna change?” He said, quietly

“Yea” Y/n said as John grabbed her one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers.

“You don’t mind putting these on right? They’re clean” He said as he showed her his boxers.

This made Y/n laugh a bit “Thanks for clearing that up, and no i don’t mind”

John let out a breathy laugh, “I’ll step ou-”

“No! no please” Y/n said, grabbing his arm “Don’t leave” She said as tears started to form in her eyes.

“Okay, I won’t- I’ll just turn around” He said, holding her hand for a quick second then letting go, turning around while Y/n changed.

Duff

“Where the fuck is she?” Duff said as he paced around his home.

“Well certainly not here” Steven said, trying to lift the mood.

“This isn’t fucken funny Steven. It’s about to be one am and she’s still not here”

“Okay sorry” The boy shrugged.

“Try to calm down sweetie, maybe she just lost track of time” Mandy said, trying to defend Y/n.

“No! No she’s probably out doing some shit she knows she’s not supposed to” Duff said running his fingers through his hair.

“Okay first who cares about that? Let’s just hope she’s okay” Axl said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I do! I fucken care, obviously i care if she’s okay but fuck! I don’t wanna send Y/n back to Seattle a fucken addict!” Duff said in a harsh tone, which made Slash shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“Look she’s probably dancing around with that kid, just trust her Duff” Izzy said in a monotone voice.

“Trust! Trust! Trust is what got me here in the first fucken place, I put some trust in her, send her out, and now it’s one am and she’s not fucken home!”

Mandy sighed, where the fuck was Y/n?

*

Y/n and John layed in his bed, Y/n’s hand running through his hair as he held her.

“Thanks for staying” John spoke, tiredly

“Thanks for letting me stay” Y/n said

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here” John said, voice shaking.

“Me either” The girl said, using her other hand that wasn’t in Johns hair to wipe his tears.

“Do you think your brothers gonna be mad?” John asked her, sniffling.

“Fucken pissed, but i don’t care” Y/n said, “I would rather be here with you”

As John drifted off to sleep, Y/n stayed up, letting tears fall down her face. Her mind was an absolute wreck, why the fuck did this had to happen? Why the fuck did Hillel had to die right in front of her and John?

She looked down at the boy sleeping, eyes rimmed with red and lips puffy from crying. Poor John, she thought as she cried harder, he just saw his friend fucken die, what the fuck is he gonna do now? What’s gonna happen when she leaves?

The last thing Y/n remembers thinking about before she drifted off to sleep was, what the fuck was she gonna tell Duff?

*

“I really don’t want you to go” John said as he hugged her

“I know, i don’t wanna leave either” Y/n spoke, her clothes in one hand, “But i have to, I’ll try to come back later okay?” She said, wiping tears from Johns face.

“Okay” he said silently “Bye Y/n”

“Bye Fru” Y/n said as she kissed his cheek.

Walking up the stairs to Duffs place, Y/n had to stop and cry, wiping her eyes, she walked into his apartment.

Watching all eyes fall on her, Y/n wanted to burst into tears, but she couldn’t.

“What the fuck Y/n?” Duff said, standing up “Where the fuck were you? What the fuck happened?”

“Look” Y/n said, sighing “I just- I can’t right now” She said, voice cracking.

“You can’t? what the fuck does that mean? Who’s fucken clothes are these?” He said, getting angrier and not being able to really see how much of a mess Y/n looked.

“Their Frus Duff”

“What’s wrong with you? are you strung out?” Duff said, grabbing Y/n by the arm.

“Duff calm down-” Mandy said worry look on her face.

“No don’t tell me to calm down Mandy- I thought you were fucken dead Y/n!” Duff said, angry look on his face.

The rest of the boys decided to stay quiet, even if they really wanted to know what happened, cause that would explain why Y/n looked like such a fucken mess.

“Duff not right now” Y/n said, feeling a lump in her throat.

“No no! You’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened or i’m never gonna let you see that Fru boy again.”

“Duff please” Y/n said, trying to get out of her brothers grip, “Let go of me Duff” Y/n said, now getting angry and yanking herself out of Duffs grip.

“Don’t catch a fucken attitude with me Y/n” Duff said

“Or what?” The girl said, now getting riled up.

“Y/n I swear to go you better-”

“I don’t wanna fucken tell you! I don’t wanna tell you what happened okay? So just fucken drop it and leave me the fuck alone” Y/n said, voice raised.

“No i’m not gonna drop it!” Duff yelled

“Fine! You wanna know what happened? He died Duff! He fucken died right in front of my fucken face!” Y/n said, now yelling.

Everyone’s heart dropped, thinking about how they just saw a music magazine announce the death of the guitarist from the red hot chili peppers.

“Who died Y/n?” Duff asked, voice now quiet, afraid to set off Y/n.

“Hillel! Hillel died! he’s fucken dead!” Y/n continued to yell, yesterdays memories starting to flood her head.

“Calm down Y/n” Duff said, trying to calm the girl in front of her.

“No! Fuck you Duff!” Y/n said “I told you to fucken drop it! And you didn’t!”

“Okay okay i’m sorry Y/n” he said

Y/n’s mood had a sudden drop, the girl rolled her eyes at Duff, walking away and mumbled “Whatever, i need a fucken shower”

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Chapter 5!!! Kinda lagged to put this one out im sorry!!! Schools just been a complete bitch this week.

But hope you guys enjoyed!! Do you guys think her and Duffs argument was cringe?😭. Should a do a small chapter with what was going through the other guys head while Duff & Y/n argued? let me know!! Till next time xxx sorry for the trauma.

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐇.𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: You worried too much. That was what he always told you when you brought up a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach. Sometimes you were right though, and that’s proven when the two of you run into him during your drifting session.

𝐀/𝐍: I’m literally in love with this gif. In-fucken-love. Also, sorry this request took me yonks, I’m back on my bullshit where I literally forget that writing is a thing that I do and love? So yeah, it ain’t much but it’s honest work.

Cars had never been something of interest to you.

Obviously when you saw a decent car you could stop to appreciate it, but other than that you never noticed the hype about them. Your family hadn’t brought you up with cars, none of your friends had ever been into them, and the one girl you hated throughout high school who thought she was ‘not like the other girls’ had never shut up about them.

So yeah, they never caught your interest.

It wasn’t until you had a gap year in Japan, traveling the world and meeting new people, that you finally started to notice them, admire them, and grow a passion for them after the first proper job you could find in Tokyo was working in some bar by a garage.

Listening to them, looking at them, seeing the adoration in their owners faces every time they looked at their cars, whether it was a Supra or a Civic.

That was how you met him.

Han was mysterious at first and never really opened up to you, but the more drunk nights he spent sitting in front of you while you slid him bottles of corona across the rustic bar top the more he opened up to you.

The two of you bonded and grew closer, gradually transitioning from just talking at the bar to actually going out together and spending time with one another, not that the two of you would ever admit they were dates.

You learnt all about his past, his family, despite him telling you how afraid he was you would leave him for it. But you proved him wrong, and now some two years later the two of you were still together.

“You comin’?” He called out as he carefully shut the door of the s15. ‘Mona Lisa’ as Twinkie liked to call it.

“I dunno, I just...” You trailed off as you got in beside him, also careful to shut the door knowing you would never hear the end of it if you slammed it. “I have a bad feeling about tonight.”

Han’s eyes widened and he turned in his seat to face you.

“Baby we do this like every week.” He reassured you, his voice soft. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah I know but like, it’s just this feeling in my stomach.” You tried to explain.

“Y/n, you’ve had a stressful month with work and everything. You’ve been worrying about everything, and this is a time for you to just let go and relax.” He placed his hand on your knee. “We’re gonna be fine. Promise.”

You swallowed and nodded, pushing down your anxiety.

Han was right, it had been a crazy stressful month for you with your job, you had been busting your ass off for a promotion, and when you finally got it you realized just how many new responsibilities you had.

Sitting passenger with Han while the two of you went drifting up some mountain or along some abandoned road somewhere was one of your favorite things to do, and of course it would relax you rather than worry you even more.

“You’re right.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “Let’s go.”

As much as you had convinced yourself that the two of you would be fine, throughout the drive you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety creep back into the pits of your stomach.

A grin made it’s way onto your face as the two of you find a familiar road a good half hour or so from the city.

You close your eyes as Han drives, drifting perfectly, loving the feeling and just leaving your worries behind. You were also exhausted, and it was only just now hitting you as your coffee was wearing off.

You had almost thought you were about to fall asleep when Han slammed the breaks, jolting you awake.

“What the-” You began to ask but he cut you off.

“Stay in the car.”

You watched, mouth agape as he left you alone in the Silvia, walking in front of the car to a parked 350Z on the other side of the road, and your eyes widened at the familiar face who was also getting out of the car.

DK.

You watched, your heart beating faster and faster until it was almost going through your chest as the two men argued, occasionally giving the other a shove to the chest.

You watched as Han said something to DK, clearly pissing him off and turning around to walk back to you.

Your breath stopped as you watched DK pull something out of his waistband, pointing it at Han.

Panicked, you opened the car door and stormed out, ignoring the bite of the icy air as you stared down the man in front of you.

“Put the fucking gun down before I call the cops.” You said harshly, your voice cold and calm despite your erratic heart beat and breathing.

He scoffed at you, glancing up and down at your figure with an impressed grin on his face, licking his lips much to Han’s dismay.

“I control the cops princess. But nice try.”

“No, that’s your uncle DK.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “And last time I checked, your last meeting with him didn’t go too great.”

His face fell at that.

“So put the fucking gun down or you’re going to have a huge damn problem.”

Begrudgingly, he stuck it into his pocket, placing his hands up in mock surrender as you turned and walked back to the car, Han following silently with one last dirty look at him.

“Hey!” DK called out to the two of you as you were about to slide into the passenger seat. “Next time your girlfriend won’t be around to help!”

“Just get in the car.” You whispered to Han, answering DK with a loud door slam even though it killed you.

Han followed suit, the two of you sitting in silence until DK’s car had long disappeared.

“Don’t say it.” He said as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I told you so.”

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UserName: HaechanTheSun02 (PART 2)

*DISCLAIMER: Anger, unprotected sex, smut, fluff, jealousy, violence*

Please read PART ONE HERE FIRST!

Sorry POV keeps changing....

Characters: Donghyuck x female reader

Word count: 2,750

@organic-hemp asked for it and here it is :)

Chemistry was now one of y/n favorite subjects. They both got an A on their project and y/n grades for that class made a huge difference.

Teacher: nice job y/n....I guess seating you next to Donghyuck paid off.

She says handing y/n her test scores. y/n felt Hyuck’s hand on her thigh as he smiled at her as he whispers.

Hyuck: nothing like reward sex was a good motivation

y/n nudged him under the table and whispers.

y/n: oh my god Hyuck...shhh..

He let out a giggle. Y/n never felt so happy. Her grades were finally looking good, she’s dating the man of her dreams and she has a job where she can work from home. Her mom’s friend gave her a job where she just has to go over outlines for meetings and make sure everything looked good before it gets sent out. Pretty simple job and it paid well, she was more happy that she doesn’t have to leave her house.

y/n and Hyuck were crazy about each other. The love, lust everything was there. Many times Hyuck couldn’t control himself when sitting next to y/n. Always wanting to put his hand on her thigh working it to her core. No matter where they were.

The teacher was showing a video for the chemistry class for their next project.

Teacher: Mina...can you turn off the lights please?

Mina got up and turned the lights off as the teacher began to play the video. Y/n then felt Hyuck’s hand work his way to her thigh going towards her core.

y/n: babe we are in class....what are you doing?! 

She whispers to him.

Hyuck: what..we are in the back. no one is gonna see plus the lights are off... just let me touch it a little...

y/n: ...babe no..

Hyuck:....but you’re wearing a skirt..you’re killing me here babe. That’s like an open invitation for me to do stuff to you.

He gave her the puppy dog eyes and begged her to let him play with her. She was already feeling wet before he even started. y/n glanced around to see if anyone could see what he was about to do. Then she slowly opened her legs to allow Hyuck get access to her core. He leans in towards her ear and whispers.

Hyuck: damn babe I didn’t even start and you’re wet already...

He began to rub her feeling the wetness through her clothes, and he felt himself become hard. He grabs her free hand to place it on his pants where his hard member is being held down.

Hyuck:...babe look what you did....how are you going to fix it?

y/n bit her lip as he knew what she wanted to do but couldn’t because of where they were.

Hyuck: what are you gonna do...we are in class I can’t fuck your mouth right now.

y/n let out a soft moan making the teacher look back.

Teacher:...are you ok back there y/n.

Hyuck let out a small giggle as y/n nudged him again.

y/n: yes ma’am sorry I hit my shin on the desk.

Teacher: be careful please.

She then continued the video.

y/n:...babe stop.

y/n then saw her phone lit up. It was a message from Mina.

{From Mina 12:32 pm} you guys are fucken disgusting...in class really?! 

y/n giggled looking up over at Mina as she shaking her head. She knew what you guys were doing.

{To Mina 12:34 pm} lol what are you talking about?

{From Mina 12: 36 pm} you both are horny bastards...

The video finished as the teacher turned the lights back on. Hyuck readjusting himself along with y/n fixing her skirt so no one could see what just happened. Hyuck leaned in by y/n ear and whispers.

Hyuck: this shit ain’t over...you still need to fix what you started.

The bell rang for lunch as everyone was packing their bags to go for lunch. Mina and Johnny walked over to y/n and Donghyuck’s table. 

Mina: hey horny bastards...

y/n: oh my god Mina shut up.

Johnny:...huh?

Hyuck:....nothing dude... letting out a giggle.

The 4 of them left class and headed over to the canteen. Hyuck with his arm wrapped around y/n. A voice in the distance called out for y/n and she turns around to see who it was. Hyuck moving his arm out of the way from y/n. It was her old classmate from high school, Doyoung.

y/n: oh my god Doyoung?!

Doyoung: y/n! long time no see!

As she goes in for a hug to Doyoung. Hyuck had an angry glare, Mina noticed and nudges him.

Mina: relax tiger.

whispering to him. Hyuck watching y/n and Doyoung talk for a little bit.

Hyuck: who’s he?

Mina: her old high school classmate. He left before our senior year to go back to Seoul to study music...but I guess he’s back.

Johnny:...is someone jealous? haha

Hyuck:....no. I’m....not.

Mina nudges Johnny. y/n then realizes who she was with.

y/n: oh my god I’m so sorry guys, where are my manners. Doyoung these are my friends! Well you know Mina already.

Mina: hey Doyoung. long time no see.

Doyoung: yeah hey Mina!

y/n: this is Johnny.

Johnny: hey man.

Then y/n wraps her arm around Hyuck giving him goosebumps and introduces him.

y/n: and this is my boyfriend Hyuck.

Doyoung: ah boyfriend?

y/n: yes... She says with a huge smile on her face. Hyuck should be happy as she was so happy when she introduced him as her boyfriend.

Doyoung: nice to meet you Hyuck.

Hyuck:...likewise.

but something just wasn’t right with him. He held y/n’s hand tight making sure Doyoung knows who she belonged to. They all got to the canteen and had their lunch. After they finished school Hyuck waited outside the school for y/n. Hyuck and y/n last class was different from each others but he always waited for her so he can take her home. He was irritated all day even though he knew y/n wouldn’t do anything with Doyoung. It still made him jealous and angry inside. He finally sees y/n walking out of campus but she wasn’t alone. He sees her with Doyoung.

Doyoung: did you need a ride home? I don’t mind taking you

y/n: oh no it’s ok. Hyuck is taking me home. Thank you though.

Doyoung:...he better keep you close. you never know who might just take you away from him.

y/n let out a nervous laugh.

y/n:...oh. ok well see you tomorrow.

y/n quickly walked over to Hyuck. When she got close she leaned in to try to give him a kiss as he looked away. 

y/n: are you ok baby? what’s wrong?

Hyuck:...nothing. lets go.

y/n didn’t understand what was happening but you got into his car. Hyuck drove off making the drive to her apt quiet and awkward. y/n decided to break the silence.

y/n: what’s going on? are you mad at me?

Hyuck: why would I be mad at you?

y/n: well obviously something is up because you’re not talking to me. what the fuck was up with you back at school?

the conversation ended up turning into an argument. Still arguing as they got to her apartment. 

y/n: I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE SO JEALOUS OF HIM. YOU ALREADY KNOW I WOULDN’T DO ANYTHING WITH HIM!

Hyuck: THERE’S SOMETHING I JUST DON’T LIKE ABOUT THAT GUY! HE WANTS SOMETHING FROM YOU! WHY ELSE WOULD HE END UP AT OUR SCHOOL RANDOMLY?!

y/n: OH I DON’T KNOW MAYBE TO GO TO SCHOOL! WHAT THE FUCK HYUCK!

Hyuck never seen y/n lash out like that. He knew he fucked up and she was mad. He could see tears start to fall from her eyes.

Hyuck: look...I’m sorry. My jealousy took over me...I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that I feel like he wants something more from you. I can see it in his eyes.

y/n: what do you mean? He’s just a friend from high school.

Hyuck: y/n I’m a guy I can see it in his eyes he wants all of you. It’s the same look that the guy had in his eyes before he took my gf away from me. I didn’t want it to happen again. I really like you y/n....

y/n came closer to him as she reached out to hug him really tight. Placing her head on his chest as she heard his heart beat faster and faster. y/n looking up at Hyuck as she tipped toed to give him a kiss on the lips.

y/n: I would never leave you for someone else. I like YOU...not Doyoung. YOU.

Hyuck smiled and leaned in to give y/n another kiss. Making it more passionate, the kissing turning him on. He picks her up and throws her on the bed. His gaze changed instantly as he saw y/n bit the bottom of her lip as she starts to undress herself.

Hyuck: you still need to finish what you started earlier.

y/n craved for him all day, finally finishing what they started and she pull the waistband of his pants down releasing his hard member. y/n licked her lips before giving his cock kitten licks.

Hyuck:...no don’t tease me now babe let me fuck your mouth now.

he begins to thrust in and out of her mouth hitting the back of her throat. Hyuck twitches in her mouth as he can feel he was ready to cum already.

Hyuck: damn baby I’m ready to cum....but I wanna cum inside your pretty lil pussy.

y/n: please baby....fuck me now.

y/n then slides back on the bed as Hyuck inserts himself in her hot core both releasing a moan.  Thrusting in and out. Each time they had sex it felt like it was the first time every time.

Hyuck:...baby I’m gonna cum!

y/n: Hyuck me to--oh my god I’m cumming!!

They both ride out their high as Hyuck became wobbly and softly laid right next to her cleaning them both up. Both staring at the ceiling panting from the crazy sex they just had.

y/n: damn...babe that was great make up sex.

Hyuck: fuck yeah it was...shall we shower and go to sleep?

They both showered and Hyuck spent the night over at her house. He’s been staying over her house quite often now since Jeno got a girlfriend and the place just seemed smaller. The next day they got to school meeting up front with Mina and Johnny.

Mina: hey horny bastards.

y/n: oh my god Mina I get it you’re jealous just get laid.

Mina:....i fucken hate you.

Johnny:...I can help you with that.

Mina whipped her head facing towards Johnny as she glared at him.

Johnny:...well I’m just saying the option is there for you.

They all let out a giggle and walked into campus. They had about an hour before class started so they were all just sitting on the grassy area near their class talking stories. Doyoung walked up to their group looking at y/n.

y/n: hey Doyoung.

Doyoung: Hey y/n can I talk to you about something for Literature class?

y/n:...oh-yeah sure.

Hyuck never worried too much about Doyoung anymore knowing y/n wouldn’t do anything. y/n got up and gave Hyuck a kiss on the cheek before she left. Both of them walking into the hallway near their literature class.

y/n: what’s up Doyoung wha--

Before she could finish her sentence she felt herself be pinned against the wall by Doyoung. As his face was inches away from hers.

y/n: D-Doyoung what are you doing?!

Doyoung: come on y/n I know you miss me. I defiantly missed you.

y/n: what are you talking about?! let me go

Doyoung: nah I don’t think so honey.

Hyuck got worried about you seeing how you never came back to grab your stuff. So he started to go look for you. He heard your voice as he got closer. Coming around the corner he sees you pinned against the wall with Doyoung closing in on your face. Fists begin to form and anger inside of him was ready to hit Doyoung and lash out on y/n. As he began to walk towards them he sees y/n slap Doyoung in the face letting her break free. He stopped in his tracks and watched.

y/n: WHAT THE FUCK DOYOUNG! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

Doyoung: haha that’s funny. You were so quick to leave him to come with me.

y/n: you little asshole because you said you needed help with literature. 

Doyoung: what’s so great about him? you know I can be so much better than him.

Another slap across his face. Hyuck was proud of y/n at how well she stood up for herself. 

y/n: you’re exactly the same Doyoung! a complete asshole!

Doyoung: oh please you don’t even like him! just admit it!

y/n: yeah you’re right I don’t like him.

Hyuck frozen at what y/n just said. The fists began to form again but stopped after hearing what she said next.

y/n: it’s because I LOVE HIM!

Doyoung: HAHAHA WHAT?!

y/n: you heard me you little shit! I LOVE HYUCK WITH ALL MY HEART! There’s nothing in the world that will get me to like an asshole like---

Before y/n finished Doyoung slapped her across the face. Hyuck couldn’t take it anymore and ran over to them as he swung punching Doyoung sending him to the ground. A teacher saw everything unfold as he ran over grabbing Doyoung.

Teacher: WHY YOU HITTING THIS YOUNG LADY!

Doyoung: ha! she deserved it.

As he started to walk away the teacher wanted to make sure y/n was ok.

Teacher: are you ok miss? do you need to go to the health aid?

y/n: no I’m fine

As she was holding the side of her cheek. 

Teacher: is this your boyfriend? y/n nodded yes.

Teacher: you’re a great boyfriend standing up for her. you both get going. Classes will be starting soon.

Hyuck wrapped his arm around y/n as they started walking to class.

y/n: how did you know where I was?

Hyuck: Well you said Literature and you were taking quite sometime to come back so I got worried.

y/n: so you heard everything?

Hyuck:...heard what?

He knew what you meant by it. He wanted to see if she would say everything she said again but to Hyuck’s face. y/n started to turn red as she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him. What if he doesn’t love her back, then their relationship would just take a huge turn.

y/n:..oh um...nevermind.

It was quiet for a few mins as they still was walking to class. Hyuck decided to break the silence.

Hyuck: y/n?

y/n: yes....

Hyuck: I hope you know I love you too.

She stopped in her tracks.

y/n: wh--what?

Hyuck turned to her and cupped her face with his hands looking her straight in the eyes

Hyuck: I said I love you too.

y/n: how did you?

Hyuck: I may have heard your conversation...I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me anything y/n. I thought you would see how much I loved you already.

y/n: i was scared to say anything yet, because I knew what you went through. I wanted to make sure when I said it to you that you’d actually believe me.

Hyuck: I would’ve believed you. You saved my life.

y/n: huh I did?

Hyuck let out a little giggle as he kissed her on the forehead.

Hyuck: remember how I told you what happened with my last gf?

y/n: yes...

Hyuck: well that left a huge hole in my heart.  I wasn’t sure if I could fall in love again until I met you. Seeing how you stuck up for yourself made me fall more in love with you. Then hearing you say that you loved me made me realize that you are the love of my life and I want to spend every day with you forever.

Tears started to form in y/n’s eyes as she heard correctly he did love her too. And she leaned in to give him a really tight hug.

y/n: I love you Hyuck.

Hyuck kissed y/n on her forehead and then to peck on her nose and a kiss on her lips.

Hyuck: I love you too y/n..

As they started to walk again y/n forgot the pain on her cheek and the hole in Hyuck’s heart that hadn’t fully healed just did because he found someone who loved him as much as he loved her. 

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GoT Afterthoughts ep. 08x01 ‘Winterfell’ (Part 1)

Whew! I’m sorry this has taken so long. I’ve got two munchkins home from school with a stomach bug, and they’ve been cutting into my rewatch and write-up.

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So, a few things before we kick this bad boy off... I have not read or interacted much with anyone (except writing up that post yesterday about the opening creds) and I have avoided the discord server (even though I’m DYING to gush) as to not skew my own perception of the episode. Those of you who follow my blog know that I am partial to political!jon, but here’s your heads up for anyone else that just stumbled onto this recap. And with that...

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We begin the journey of our last season similarly to the way we began our very first: An excited Winter Town boy frantically scrambling to find a better view of the royal retinue marching on Winterfell—complete with the same musical score. Let’s call that strike one against Jon and Dany, as we all know what a farce that first royal couples�� relationship was.

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This boy, as he shimmies up a nearby tree, very much reminds me of a combination of both Arya and Bran in the pilot — Arya even spies him and smiles, as she stands watching with the smallfolk (a nice book nod). Her face at initially seeing her big brother Jon makes my heart skip a few beats, and I kind of got the feeling she was going to call out for him, but changed her mind. She looks down then, and I’m honestly so worried for their reunion because they have both changed so much, and Arya isn’t the same little girl he remembers.

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Her smile fades as Jon and Dany pass her by, and the Hound comes into view. Her feelings with Sandor have always been complicated, but we don’t have much time to dwell on that, because Gendry rounds the corner and there’s a different kind of smile lighting up Arya’s face now—and I’m so stoked for their reunion, because it’s what I deserve. WE ALL DESERVE THIS OKAY?!?!?!

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And what do we have here? Ahhhh yes, the typical D&D ‘cock’ and/or (in this case) ‘balls’ banter via Varys and Tyrion as they once again travel together in another wooden box. You know, we damn well better get the payoff to the jackass/honeycomb/brothel joke this season, or I swear by the old gods and the new that I’m blowing up the Sept of Baelor... oh wait.

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Missandei looks visibly uncomfortable at the impassive stares of the Northerners as they ride by. However, Jon did warn them about the North—which he reiterates to a rather annoyed looking Dany, who no doubt expected a much more warmer welcoming for coming to “save the North”—but it’s pretty clear there will be no Myhsa crowd-surfing here.

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A screeching overhead sends the Northerners frantically running for cover as a smug-looking Daenerys smirks proudly at the fear her dragon children instill when they split the skies above. Let’s be real here — that was no coincidence. Remember this?

Dany is in complete control of Drogon, and let’s call a spade a spade: this was a cheap intimidation tactic driven by spite. And I honestly can’t even say I blame the girl, but it’s probably not the best way to make new friends, either—especially when they are all of the mindset that “a Targaryen cannot be trusted”. Just sayin’, Dany girl.

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And we have Arya’s reaction to seeing Dragons for the first time as they soar high up over Winterfell and Sansa, who watches from the ramparts. Sansa’s reaction is quite similar to Cersei’s—as in, she really doesn’t have one. Someone please cue My Chick Bad by Ludacris!!

Jon and Dany enter the courtyard and Jon springs from his horse to bring Bran in for a signature Stark squeeze and a forehead kiss (another season one callback). He proudly admires how Bran has grown and is now a man, only for Bran to answer with some vague and emotionless three-eyed raven shit, before staring down Daenerys while Jon moves to Sansa’s open arms.

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*Perhaps no one informed Jon about Bran going all sentient-being?

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I’m sure most of you already noticed that while this is supposed to be the same hug scene we were shown in the HBO teaser, it’s not the same shot, nor the same angle. In the teaser, Jon makes this soft face and goes straight to Sansa’s arms...

But in the actual episode, Jon goes straight to Bran’s arms, and his expression is quite different...

And in the teaser the hug is much longer in duration, and Sansa doesn’t look up at Dany until the end—still not relinquishing her hold on Jon.

However, in the episode, we get a shorter version and a different angle, while Bran and Sansa simultaneously stink-eye Dany the entire time.

*please note Jon’s expression isn’t the same as it is in the hbo teaser—which begs to differ WHY they chose such a romantic shot of these siblings to hype the final season? I mean, I know why... do you? 😉

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Annnnnnd moving right along. Jon asks where his darling baby sister Arya has gotten to, as to which Sansa replies “lurking somewhere” — which is an odd response, but I’m not gonna lie, it did make me chuckle a little. If I had to make a guess on this odd dialogue (other than the D’s just suck at dialogue sometimes), I imagine it serves the purpose of leading Jon to assume that the girls still have the same strained relationship of their youth.

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Not one to stand by idle while getting eye-fucked from all directions (and not in a good way), Dany sashays over to be introduced to the stunning redhead Jon was hugging on, to learn she is (only) his sister (whew!), and the Lady of Winterfell. And with that said, I need to take a moment to address something to all the antis who will probably hop on this post (cuz I know y’all are there): Jon is NOT the Lord of Winterfell. Winterfell does NOT belong to him, not even as warden of the North, not even a little bit. He has no say, no ownership, no NOTHING on Winterfell. The only way he becomes the Lord of Winterfell is if he marries his cousin, Sansa Stark — which is just ONE of the many reasons WHY a marriage between them is advantageous. Tell your friends.

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The tension kicks up a notch as the introductions proceed and Dany feeds Sansa platitudes of how beautiful she and the North are. Perhaps her words are meant to be kind, but after all she’s been through, Sansa is not here for the bullshit — remember how nice Miranda was in the beginning too? Besides, my girl’s jealousy is so thick, she’s almost GREEN. So, giving Dany a full-bodied once over, she haughtily replies “Winterfell is yours, Your Grace.”

~

Annnnnnd...

Before a full-blown catfight ensues, Bran throws some ice on the situation—and by ice, I mean ice dragon (harr harr harrrr). The wall has come down, and your dragon is one of them now, he informs Dany—whom of course is horrified by the news. (And probably by Bran too, as I assume she, like Jon, did not get the Bran is the 3ER memo).

~

We move into the Great Hall where we learn that Sansa has already made the intelligent decision to call all their banners to retreat to Winterfell as soon as they knew that the wall had fallen. Little Ned Umber isn’t really sure whom he’s supposed to address or how (bless his little heart), but in any event, he’s getting the horses and carts he needs to safely bring the rest of his people back to Winterfell. Jon tells the maester to summon the Nights Watch as well.

~

And of course you know little Lady Mormont has some shit to say. She’s not pleased with the turn of events and wastes no time voicing her opinion and stirring the ire of the Northerners. But hey,

(Sorry, I couldn’t help myself).

But more on that later, because Jon looks really nervous as little Lyanna throws shade — and his first instinct is to turn and share a look with his sister, errr wife, cousin!, Sansa.

~

I feel like he was looking to her for support, but she’s got none to offer at the moment. So, he pulls himself together and tries to calm the dissent by giving another rousing ‘we need allies and I brought them’ speech, and he actually says something VERY interesting here: “I had a choice: keep my crown or protect the north. I chose the north.” I mean, he ain’t lying, and the best place to hide something is right in plain sight, after all—and of course nothing about that statement sounds political or off at all, does it? I mean, because the Dany stans/jonerii insist that Dany agreed and was FULLY onboard to come north before Jon bent the knee, so why would he say that, then? Go on, tell me...

~

Tyrion decides to throw in his unwanted .02 — simultaneously backing up Jon and feeding Dany’s savior complex (the greatest army blah blah blah — gods, I cannot wait until everyone sees how useless the dragons will be against the NK, especially when using them to roast the wights puts their own soldiers at risk). His words aren’t met with any gratitude when he also drops the bomb that another enemy house of the North is also on its way to Winterfell.

~

Sansa is taken aback but recovers quickly. Armed with her signature snark, she asks how they’re expected to feed the ‘worlds greatest army’ — something she did not prepare for — chased by a sassy, “what do dragons eat, anyway?”

But wa-wa-wait, HOLD UP. Did Dany just— Did she just throw down the gauntlet?

~

Why, I believe she did, my friends! jskslkdlsksjsklslsljsllsl 😂😂😂😂

~

I can’t even with this episode, guys. It’s like I’m watching a medieval version of Melrose Place (google it, youngin’s) with Jane and Sydney throwing shots by the poolside!

Okay, okay, but all joking and snark aside, Sansa has got a valid point. She isn’t prepared to feed all these extra mouths PLUS two fucken huge dragons. I mean, winter is here, and where could they possibly find enough food to sustain everyone? It’s almost as if the show is making it a point to remind us about the lack of food and where did we last see wagons loaded with food? Oh right, I remember...

Put this one behind Northern Independence on the list of ‘Petty Things That Won’t Matter Because the AotD is Coming’ — you know, because who needs food to survive? And who the hell wants independence, anyway?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

~

Moving right along, and holy mother, maiden and crone, this is getting long and I’ve barely scratched the first 15 minutes of the show!

~

You know what? Nevermind, I’m just gonna go ahead and publish this, and post the rest tomorow when I finish it — I know y’all are thirsty anyway. lol Forgive the sloppiness, as I did this ALL on mobile, and my paragraph breaks kept disappearing and arrrrrghh tumblr!

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*Some gifs/images mine. The others were taken from google. Thanks if it’s yours!!

[minimin1993]

Sebastian and Min Epilogue ^^

Warning: Fluff.

Sebastian and Min just came out of the movie theater after watching Fast and Furious 9 when Min notice Sebastian watching a cute little family in the arcade playing air hockey sighing. 

“What's wrong love? Didn’t like the movie?” Min asked. 

“No the movie was great.” 

“Then what's wrong?” 

“Nothing wrong baby, I just love you so much.” Sebastian said wrapping his arm around her shoulder looking at her cutely. 

“Pft, you sap. We are married already, you don’t have to pull anymore moves on me.” 

“They aren’t moves, I was stating the facts.” 

“I know, I was just joking. I love you too you baby.” Min joked missing the look on his face. 

That night they were just finish with their almost daily night time ‘routine’ when Min notice how Sebastian stays inside her not wanting to pull out claiming it feels too good. The next few days Min had had enough watching Sebastian practically moping while looking at his phone on the couch after she came home from her impromptu doctor visit.

“Ok now I know something wrong. Are you going to tell me or not?” Min sat down next to him pulling his phone out of his hands setting it down on his coffee table. 

“I told you there is nothing wrong.” 

“Bullshit Sebastian, I've known you for a decade. I know when something is bothering you.” Min said turning his face to look at her. “I am your wife. You know you can tell me an….” 

“I want to start a family with you.” He blurted out stunning Min. “See this is why I didn’t want to tell you. You have plans and events coming up the next few years. And having kids will….” He kept rambling on about until Min cuts him off straddling him shutting him off with a steamy kiss. 

“If you wanted to start a family, you should have told me.” She winked at him. 

“You want to start a family?” 

“More than anything.” Min said cuffing his face in her hands giving him a chaste kiss. 

“Then you will go get the implant out?” 

“Remember my doctor appointment I had this morning?” 

“Yeah you said you were going for a physical.” 

“Yeah I was, but it was mainly to remove the implant and for me to start taking birth control pills instead.” She blushed. “I am sorry, I didn’t talk to you about it first.” “So what you're saying is you no longer have the implant.” He questioned seeing her nod. “And what you are also saying is if we have sex right now you can possibly have our baby.” 

“Mmhmm.” She hummed watching Sebastian face brighten up with a huge smile. 

“Well then I think we have some baby making to do, don’t you think?” He said standing up immediately with her wrapped up on his torso bringing her to their bedroom. 

“It might take a few months.” She teased him. 

“Then it will be a great few months.” He announces closing the door behind him. 

 The next few months the couple was at it multiple times a day, there were days where they would rarely leave the house but no luck until Sebastian was off filming his new movie. Min woke up with the worse case of nausea rushing to the bathroom to throw up her last night's dinner. After confused on why she was throwing up, she hoped up to the bathroom drawer pulling out a pregnancy test, a couple minutes of waiting she cries happy tears holding 4 different test up with the famous 2 lines. Within seconds she jumped up immediately thinking of a plan on how she plans on telling Sebastian about the news when a bright idea popped into her brain. When she got everything finished she wrapped it up just in time when Sebastian comes home from filming all day. 

“God I miss you today, filming really drained all my energy.” He said plopping on the couch next to Min who proceeds to rub his sore shoulders. “So what you do today? Did you get to finish the new song you been working on lately.” 

“No, I got a little side tracked today doing some arts and crafts, wanna see it.” Min said excitedly. 

“Of course I wanna see it.” He said watching her run into her office area excitedly returning with a gift bag.

“A gift bag?” 

“Yeah I got inspired and did something for you.” She said giving him the bag only receiving a curious look in return. “Come on just open it, it's not bad I promise.” 

“Okay, if you say so.” Sebastian said pulling out the tissue paper revealing a neatly wrapped 8” by 11” frame. The moment he unwrapped the frame his heart almost stopped seeing the positive pregnancy test dangling next to the words; “Only the best husbands get promoted to daddy.”

“We’re pregnant?” He asked looking at her with teary eyes. 

“Yep, we’re gonna be parents.” She whispers tearing up as well, Sebastian with all the energy in the world now jumps over to Min giving her a sweet kiss as their tears flows together. “We’re going to be parents. Oh my god.” He said getting down on the floor in between Min legs lifting her shirt up kissing her stomach. “Hey baby, its your daddy. Oh my god. I can’t wait to meet you. I promise to be the best daddy and give you the world. Oh my god, I am going to be a daddy.” Sebastian said jumping up giving Min another kiss causing her to giggle. 

“Technically you always been a daddy.” She joked making him chuckle. 

“Yeah yeah you know what I mean. Fuckk, I love you so fucken much.” Sebastian said looking at her lovingly causing her heart to melt for him all over again. 

“I love you too Sebastian.” 

--------------------------------------------------

4 years later. 

Min finished doing the dishes when she heads upstairs to check up on Sebastian when she hears someone giggling followed by hushed whisperings. 

“Yeah, your mommy was a little fireball like you too. Stubborn as can be always refusing help.” Sebastian said to their beautiful 3 year old daughter Madeleine Eli Stan. 

“Then you came riding in with your horse and announce your love for mommy right?” Their daughter asked hugging her fox plushie. 

“Are you guys talking about me? Last time I check its way past someone's bedtime.” Min said crossing her arms looking at the duo who looks like they got caught red handed. 

“I am asleep.” Madeleine said pulling the blanket up hiding her face. 

“If you were asleep, then why are you laughing.” Min said jumping over to the girl tickling her causing her to giggle loudly. 

“Daddy save me.” Madeleine laugh squirming around trying to get away from her mommy fingers. 

“Okay, I think mommy is right, its past your bedtime.” Sebastian chuckles pulling his wife off his daughter tucking their daughter back into bed. 

“You always side with her now.” Min pouts making Madeleine to giggle at her mommys face. 

“I am not, now stop pouting. Good night Madeleine.” Sebastian said giving his daughter a kiss on her forehead. 

“Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy.” She said. 

“Good night sweetheart.” Min said giving her a kiss as well before the couple walks out the room to their own room. 

“By the way, you cute when your pouting.” Sebastian teased pulling his wife into a hug. 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere Mr. Stan.” Min said wrapping her arms around his shoulder. 

“Last time I checked it kind of did, hence why you have this little bun in the oven right now.” He looks down rubbing her swollen stomach with a proud smile on his face. “Hows you feeling today?” 

“Tired, I think he is ready to come out anytime now. He’s been kicking the crap out of my ribs.” Min said. 

“Hey Xavier baby, mommy, daddy, and Madeleine are excited to meet you too but quit kicking mommy ribs.” Sebastian said crouching down to talk to the stomach earning a kick where Sebastian face was making Min giggle. 

“He’s sassy already. Oh my god.” Min said 

“I love it, another fireball running around.” Sebastian said standing up kissing his wife's lips before saying “Do you think it's too early to start making another one?”  

A/N: Holy shit!!! its the end guys. Thank you for putting up for me. This story is literally my baby for literally since June 2019. Currently writing a Mob!Sebastian if anyone is interested. It will be up whenever I am finish ^^ already have like 8 chapter written. And it definitely won’t have as many chapter as this story.

[jawnjendes]

a particular lie | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

if there’s anything you wanna see happen in this series, let me know!

masterlist | series playlist

“She just goes right for the what?” I asked incredulously.

Shawn only smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

He has been quite open with me ever since we started dating, mostly in the hopes that I would do the same. It was easy for him to be honest because he put so much of himself in his music, which was both his passion and his therapy. It was just another thing I adored about him, even though I never outwardly said it. Explicit expression of emotions was… quite the task for me.

Anyway, Shawn put a new song up on Spotify and it was a lot sexier and more fun than his other ones. The lyrics caught my attention, because they were pure sex, which he and I hadn't done a lot of. I certainly didn't do what this girl in the song did, not that I thought he was going to be singing about our sex life. I just knew Shawn got around as much as I did before we met each other. Although, his reasons were different from mine. Consider my curiosity sparked!

“So, who's this ex you were obsessed with?” I asked with a grin. The song was on repeat in the background, playing through my small bedroom in the dorm.

“Oh, you don't wanna hear about that,” Shawn replied, waving it off.

“If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked,” I said, only for my attention to be taken by another interesting lyric. I was learning a lot about the sensual side of my boyfriend.

Then, I crawled onto the bed where Shawn was laying, and I made my way onto his lap. I smiled at him and gently ran my fingers through his curly brown hair. “So, you gonna spill the tea or…?”

“If I do, will you keep doing that?” he asked, closing his eyes at my touch.

Listen, I love music. I'm not a singer or songwriter like my boyfriend, but I knew the effect music can have. Listening to music and creating playlists was one of my healthy coping mechanisms. A good song can alter my mood completely, and this song… Well, I felt a little daring.

My hands cupped Shawn's face and I leaned in until our faces were an inch apart. “I'll do whatever you want…”

His cheeks heated up almost immediately, but he sounded composed when he spoke. “It was just an idea that ran through my head.”

“Like a fantasy?”

“Uh… yeah. Something like that. Now, are you going to do whatever I want?”

The rising heat between us was enough to wipe away any other questions from my head. I nodded and pulled him into a lustful kiss, but it only lasted for a second.

I quickly pulled away hearing noise outside my bedroom. Stella had come home, and she was chatting with someone. By chatting, I mean we heard audible kissing noises, soft moans, and finally a door slamming shut.

“Is this weird?” I asked Shawn. “I don't want this to be weird.”

He shook his head. “Two… couples can play at that game.”

I smiled and kissed him again. “I'll be right back.”

Quickly, I hopped off his lap and dashed out of the room. I ran over to the bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink, reaching for the box of condoms Stella kept in there. Just as I snagged the last one, the lady herself ran up to the doorway.

“No,” she said in disbelief. “Please tell me there's another one.”

I shook my head. “Sorry, boo.”

“Weren't you taking it slow? I thought you weren't getting dicked down yet!”

“Bitch, I might be! I told Shawn I'll do whatever he wants! I need to be ready!”

Stella opened her mouth to argue, but it seemed like she had that argument in her head. “Fine! Only because you haven't gotten any in a while! If I catch something, I'm blaming you!”

~

We're going to get a little TMI for a minute, okay? Cool.

I was in bed with Shawn after… three hours. Yes, three fucking hours. We each missed a class, who cares? We were sweating and panting, coming down from a particularly intense high. I was beginning to wonder why I put this off for so long, even though I had very good reasons for doing so. I was perfectly sleepy and loopy in the best way, and I couldn't stop smiling.

“Mm, Stella's gonna be pissed,” Shawn mumbled as he rested his head on my chest.

Her guest didn't stay very long, we discovered after our first round. I almost felt bad, but then Shawn showed me just how talented he was with his fingers and his mouth. Nothing else mattered.

“She’ll live,” I replied, stroking Shawn's hair.

Now, I'm not a virgin, but I was new to the concept of not leaving after sex. I was new to cuddling and still caring after sex. I was new to the other person caring about me. A long line of being kicked to the curb left me very touch and affection starved, so I needed Shawn to stay with me. I needed to be reassured that he still liked me after getting his nut. He hasn't left a single time.

Shawn picked himself up, and rolled off of me. He rested on his elbow and cupped my face with his free hand. He did that when he wanted me to look directly at him.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” I mumbled, my eyelids heavy and my heart whooshing.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

Okay, I know I said I needed reassurance… but my eyes weren’t heavy anymore, and the cloud I was on vanished and hurdled me back to earth. I blinked a few times and I smiled. Shawn had a hopeful look in his eyes, like he was expecting something in return.

“I love…” I trailed off, “that concept.”

And I kissed him on the nose.

Yup. I said what I said, and I crawled out of bed before it got weird.

“You know what?” Shawn said while I got dressed. “I'll take it.”

I didn't know what to say, honestly. I kept my back to him as I got my underwear back on.

“That's probably as much as I'll get right now,” he continued. “And that's okay. It's probably just another wall you got up, right?”

Finally, I looked at him. He was still lying on my small bed, arms resting behind his head. He didn't look upset… but he sounded like it.

He certainly knew how to call me out too. I guess it's what I get for disclosing my reasons for going to therapy. He wasn't wrong, though. I was weary around the L word, thanks to various life experiences. I guess Shawn just wasn't having it anymore.

“Is it so bad if I don't say it the second you tell me?” I asked, mild snark in my tone.

“Well, it doesn't feel good.”

That put a gross feeling in my stomach. “Huh. I definitely don't wanna say it now…” I turned away again to pick up my t shirt.

“No - sweetheart. Hey…” Shawn got up and approached me, the blanket wrapped around his lower half. “I'm sorry. I got lost in the moment.”

“So you don't feel that way?” I was confused now… and picking a fight.

“I do. I don’t know how soon is too soon for you, but I love you… a lot. You don't have to say it back at all, or ever. I know you don't use words to express those things, and that's okay. I promise.”

Why does he have to be nice to me? Why can’t we just yell and be angry and call things off? Why can’t we just ignore each other for weeks and have him come back just to sleep with me again?

I offered a weak smile and silently went to my dresser. It was time for my round of meds. Usually, I had to take 2 of my 3 pills in the morning, but I was rarely awake before ten o’clock. I knew how to take care of myself, it was just actually doing it accordingly was my problem.

Shawn approached me yet again. He looked down at my prescription bottles and whistled. “You take all of these everyday?”

“Not this one.” I held up the bottle with large white tablets. “This one is only for three more days. It’s for my abnormal digestive tract.” I smiled like I said the most attractive thing in the world. Then I held up the bottle with small, white circular pills. “I also got birth control to treat PCOS-”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a reproductive disorder. There’s that, and finally-” I held up the bottle with blue and white tablets. “Prozac for the nerves.” I wanted to jokingly ask if he still loved me, but it was probably too soon.

“Wow,” Shawn said. “My little fighter.”

I chuckled as I downed 3 pills at once. “It’s not a big deal. In three days, I’ll be down to two pills.”

Then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Stella’s voice.

“If y’all are done,” she called, “me and Camila need a ride to the mall!”

“Your kids are calling,” Shawn told me with a grin.

~

My boyfriend left to his next class, leaving me to drive Stella and Camila. Oh, and it wasn’t just the two of them, either. They had a third friend named Hailey who tagged along. She was long, blonde, and beautiful. She didn’t speak that much, she just sat with Camila in the backseat and scrolled on her phone. She, Stella, and Camila could wipe out the entire campus with their looks.

I really felt like a mom driving her teenage daughters around. That was partly because I felt tired and my stomach was grumbling ominously. I love being a 40-year-old mom.

“Did you guys hear Shawn’s new song?” Camila asked. “It’s different, right?”

“It sure is,” I said, blushing at the events that happened after I first heard it. “What a talented boy.”

“Why don’t you tell him that?” Stella asked, probably still salty about the screaming match from earlier.

I chuckled. “I can’t. He’s already got a huge ego.”

Then came something interesting from Hailey, who I did not think was listening to a word I had to say. Oh jeez…

“That’s not the only huge thing about him.”

I peeked at her through the rearview mirror. She was still scrolling on her phone like nothing happened. Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh-

“You know you’re talking to Shawn’s girlfriend, right?” Camila said non-too-gently.

“Yeah,” Hailey said mindlessly. “Thought I was just saying something we could agree on.”

Shit, I thought I was bad at making conversation. Aside from that, my stomach felt heavier. It made me sweat a little bit.

“Are you, like, trying to flex your BDSM thing or something?” Stella asked, looking back at Hailey.

What the hap is fuckening??

“I’m just quite particular. And Shawn would agree.”

Particular? Why particular?

“Did you date him?” I finally asked, but talking made my nerves increase.

Hailey laughed. “I wouldn’t say that. He was never the dating type. I wonder what he sees in you. No offense.”

My stomach kept flipping, so I kept my eyes firmly on the road. “Yeah, I always say he’s much cooler than me.” Especially right now, because I felt quite warm in the face.

“Hey, you’re cool,” Stella reassured. “And Shawn is very fucking lucky to have you. You’re not exactly the dating type either, it’s a match made in heaven.”

I smiled and then flipped off the AC. “Is it too cold?”

The other three girls said they were fine. While I was blushing from the uncomfortable conversation, the rest of my body was chilly. Soon enough, I was trying not to visibly shiver. Also, why did I never know that Shawn wasn’t “the dating type?”

“You know his song is called Particular Taste, right?” Camila said. “Does that sound familiar, Hailey?”

“I knew I left an impression. Guess I just have that effect.”

Suddenly, I hit the brakes and swerved to the side of the highway. The girls practically screamed at my actions and were about to cuss me out. However, the second I pulled the parking brake, I opened the door and threw up on the ground. It didn’t take long because there wasn’t much in my stomach. Once I finished, I sat back in my seat and shut the door.

“Like I said,” I told the girls, who were now looking horrified, “my boyfriend is way cooler than me.”

He’s also a fucking liar.

~

Shawn was out of class by the time I got back to campus. I just knew that by looking at the time, so I went back to my dorm and asked him to meet me there. If I was going to be sick again, I’d rather it be in my own living space.

I listened to his new song again while I waited for him to come over. The lyrics had a whole new meaning now that I had spoken to Hailey. This song was riddled with inside jokes and little intimate moments that had happened between them. So it was just some fantasy, huh? Just a little idea? When in reality, she actually went for the face. Holy fuck.

When he finally showed up, he had a plastic bag in hand, and he was moderately frantic. “Hey!” He kissed my cheek as he stepped into my humble abode. “Camila texted me saying you got sick, so I brought some stuff!”

“Oh…” I said, my mind not occupied by my stupid intestines for once.

Shawn went and sat in front of the coffee table and emptied the bag. “I got chamomile to calm your tummy and your nerves. Pepto for your tummy. Oh, and I got you some Lunchables because I know you only eat that when you’re sick. How do you feel now? Feeling okay?”

I was surprised at the lengths he went. “This is… awfully nice of you. I’m fine, though. I just forgot to eat with my meds. And I’m supposed to take them separately.”

He made himself comfortable on the couch. “Aren’t they supposed to help?”

A pit of annoyance struck me in the chest. “Yeah. I don’t really wanna talk about that, though.” I cleared my throat and sat down next to him. I busied myself with devouring the Lunchables, but I still couldn’t push down what was really bothering me. “I met a girl named Hailey today. Said she knows you.”

“You met Hailey?” Shawn asked, his tone changing from that sweet boyfriend voice.

“She’s very… particular.”

He gave me a look. “Sweetheart. Is there something you wanna say?”

“Is your new song about her?”

“Well, not entirely-”

“Shawn.”

He hesitated. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s about Hailey.”

I began picking at my nails. My stomach flipped again, but it wasn’t from nausea. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“Why is it such a big deal? Are you jealous?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “No. She’s gorgeous, and I don’t blame you for letting her sit-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” He paused, then he held his hand out to me. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

I folded my arms, still feeling dramatic. “Are all of your songs about exes I don’t know about? Am I going to run into all of them in the hallway? In class? How many of your songs have you lied to me about?”

“Hey, I didn’t lie-” Shawn tried to say.

“You told me you made it up. You told me there wasn’t an ex when you wrote that song.” I raised my voice a little bit. He needed to know why I was so upset.

He sighed. “I told you that because you loved the song and I was worried that the real reason would ruin it. Like when you found out about Mercy.”

My mind was still searching for things to be pissed about. How do I know he’s not lying right now? Why did I have to find out the truth from the ex and not him?

“Plus,” he continued, “you liked the song so much that we had really good sex for like three hours. How could I tell you then?”

“Oh, so you lied to get into my pants? You know I was trying to take that part slow!”

“That’s not why I did it!” He raised his voice at me, but he stopped himself and took a deep breath. “I was trying to protect you. I wasn’t thinking of myself, I was thinking of you and your best interests!”

“Protect me?!”

Now, Shawn looked exasperated. He huffed. “Yes, I wanted to protect you! Why is that such a bad thing?”

This is why I don’t like letting people in. Once they see what’s in my head, I’m suddenly fragile and made of glass. They think they can’t do anything around me. They proceed with caution like I’m some ticking time bomb. But Shawn knew I was strong, he was the last person I expected this from.

“I don’t need protecting,” I said firmly. “I need you to be honest with me. I don’t mind knowing about your exes. They’re probably way better than mine. I don’t mind that you write and sing about them. It’s what you do best.” It sounded less angry than I was, but I didn’t know how to sound bitchy about it.

Shawn processed what I said and nodded. “Okay. You’re right, I need to be more honest. And, I won’t perform Particular Taste if you don’t want me to.”

Oof.

“That’s another thing,” I told him. “I will never ask you to do something like that. Those are your songs, your babies. I know you’re proud of them otherwise you wouldn’t put them out there! Keep singing Particular Taste, and keep singing Mercy. They’re both amazing songs, and I love them because I love you-”

Shawn and I gasped at the same time. He lit up like a Christmas tree, all of his frustration flying away. I had my hand clamped over my mouth. My eyes widened in shock, and I quickly tried to retract my impulsive words.

“No, no!” Shawn said over me, smiling wide. “You said it! You can’t take it back!”

I could only continue staring at him with wide eyes. I didn’t mean to say it at a time like this. We were supposed to be fighting!

“You love me.” His smile was radiant, like it was his birthday. Like when he was on stage. He placed his hands on my upper arms. “Honey, it’s okay! I love you too!”

I dropped my hand and nodded. “I’m not the type to say it all the time, though. Honestly, I don’t know when’s the next time you’ll hear it.”

“I’ll say it enough for the both of us.” He kissed my forehead. “And I really am sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

My eyes narrowed. The irrational, anxious side of my brain was screaming for me to kick him to the curb. The logical side reminded me why he did it to me in the first place. His intentions were good.

“Fine.” Then I figured I’d give him one more for the road. “I… I love you.”

“And I love that concept,” he replied.

“Nevermind. I fucking hate you.”

[imagine-straykids]

Stray Kids reaction to you being a better dancer than them

since you didn’t specify which members, and this was sent after the rule change, I’ll just pick the dance line + some other members. Always feel free to send in another request for the remaining members.

I kind of took this more of as you just being a really good dancer...

Lee Know

“Lee Know, I finally learned the dance to District 9,” you cheered as you ran full speed onto his arms. He only let out a chuckle. “Nice,” was all he could let out. Was he trying to kid with you or what? Because you were trying really hard all week, in hope of impressing him with his own group’s choreography, but all he said was “nice”. Yeah, you definitely don’t look like the type to dance, and maybe your fragile appearance gave it away otherwise, but you’ve been dancing for a long time and you even told him that. Lee Know’s ass is always just too busy to even witness it. “You know, if you want to see it, I can show it to you right now,” you suggested. Lee Know nodded. “Sure, do you want the slow version, or do you want to dance without music first?” his eyes was starting to piss you off in every way. “Lee Know!” you angrily puffed out because his jokes were obviously going overboard. “I’m joking... okay let’s see.” He was blatantly underestimating your skill, but what he didn’t know, was that he was not ready. Because you were popping and moving along to every beat, you didn’t miss a single step in the original dance, and you hit every move right, whether that’s with feet, hands, or just expression overall. When the song ended, you weren’t even sure if Lee Know himself knew. Because all he could do, was stared at you with his mouth dropped, wide opened. And then he started clapping, relentlessly. Scenario aside, I honestly think he’ll be like “damn, girl.” and praise you endlessly. Like “woah, I didn’t know you could do that.” He might even ask you for a dance battle from time to time.

Hyunjin

You were still eyeing your schedule, rushing yourself to find your next class before the bell rings. Here you were, face to face with the door of your dance class. You didn’t dance repeatedly, nor were you too keen on it, but you are a dancer, in as, you did dance once in a while. You had no choice but to go with dance since the other offered classes weren’t really your style. When you got there, everybody was just doing their own thing, chatting with their friends and whatnot. Your anxiety climbs as you didn’t remember a single face up in here, but you took seat either way. Until... “Y/n?” you heard a familiar sound calling your name from the side. You frowned your eyebrows and turned to the owner. It was Hyunjin; your own boyfriend. What the hell. Oh yeah, you forgot he dances too. “What are you doing here?” He asked, as he scooted closer to you, stealing your schedule from your hand. “I uh... dances?” your voice cracked. He only giggled while looking at you, because he really didn’t want to believe you actually dance. You just never told him because there wasn’t really any opportunities. “Are you laughing at me?” you sent him an angry face. “No, I was--” he was cut off by the teacher walking in. He went in about explaining the rules and circumstances of this class and all that jazz. Then when it was over, he has the gut to announce that he would be picking out random student to freestyle. Like is you serious now. Everybody was raising their hands, including Hyunjin. Then there was you, who was trying to be slick by hiding behind Hyunjin’s huge figure. “Ah... you!” The dance instructor pointed to you. “Me?” you pointed back at yourself to confirm. He nodded. fucken shit. “The more you try to avoid it, the more chances you have to being picked,” he stated. Hyunjin, being the supportive boyfriend he was, clapped with his gummy smile, pushing you to the middle of the classroom. Uh. Then some music came on, and lucky enough, you knew the song, so you were really just feeling yourself out there. It was as if you were the only one in the room. You’ve got way into it, that it took a hell lot of clapping from the class for you to snap and realized it was over. “That was great, you may now take your seat.” You felt a huge brick on your chest being lifted, and you sat back down next to Hyunjin. “Wow.” Hyunjin was still clapping. “Hey, wanna be dance partner whenever there’s a chance?” He beamed. “I thought we were already gonna be?” Hyunjin put his arms around you. “Not really, but that was before I thought you sucked.” You harshly pull his arms off of you, and gave him a little slap on the shoulder.

Felix

You and Felix had actually planned a date today. Key word: had actually. Because now, it was canceled due to Felix’s practice. But at least you could still watch over him, and give feedback, so practically it’s still a date? You were over at the corner just watching Stray Kids doing their usual routine and formation, with Chan screeching here and there once in a while because Jeongin kept getting the dance wrong. Or when Jisung would consistently step on Changbin’s toes. It was quite amusing, you couldn’t lie. Watching them doing the same moves over and over, your mind started picking off the process, and soon enough, it was like you could literally dance with them right now. A little about 30 minutes after, all the members went out to take a rest, or to grab a quick lunch, and it was only you and Felix left. You had the lunch packed when you thought you guys were going on a date. “So, how was it?” He asked. “It’s great! Seriously! And I’m starting to think I’m getting too familiar with those steps,” you exclaimed. “Really?” Felix challenged. You only nodded. “Show me then.” He gave ways to you on the dance floor. “If you say so.” You got up without any hesitation and waited for Felix to put on the music. Let’s just say, he was shook for the whole afternoon, and couldn’t stop asking you questions on the way home. “Yes Felix, I’ve been dancing for a few years now.” Questions ran after questions and you had to shut him up real quick.

Bang Chan

Chan had invited you over for a little movie night with the boys, but after only 2 movies or so, they all got tired real quick. “I want to do something else,” Changbin voiced. “Same. I’m starting to fall asleep,” Hyunjin added. “Okay then, what do you guys want?” Chan asked from the younger boys. “Just for fun, let’s have a dance battle,” Lee Know picked the idea. “Awesome! This is my game boys, move aside!” Lee Know stopped Hyunjin. “Amateurs first!” and then suddenly everybody started eyeing you. Oh wow. “Wow, thanks guys. You guys are really considerate.” You rolled your eyes. “Guys, you know my girlfriend can’t dance, don’t do this to her,” Chan chimed in. “Okay then how about you versus her.” Lee Know pushed Chan toward you. “Dance battle!” all the crackheads started shouting. “Let’s just get this shit over with. You first!” You told Chan. “You don’t have to do this, y/n--” before he could finish his sentence, you were already jamming to the song at top speed. And Chan saw his life flashes before his eyes. So did the rest. None of them said anything, except to admire your dancing. There was Jeongin whose mouth was just an ‘O’ the whole time. You finished the dance off by pushing Chan slightly on the chest, “your turn.”

Seungmin

Seungmin and you haven’t even started dating more than a week ago, and he now, he has the awesome idea of getting to know each other better. So he had brought you here to the practice room. You met him in music class actually. The sound of his beautiful singing voice, was like an angel trying to reach out to you, and that was when you fell head over heels for him. You didn’t know he actually felt the same way until 3 weeks ago. And now you guys were together. It was so unrealistic. That you, a basic ass would be in the same room right now, breathing the same air as the Kim Seungmin. When he brought you to the studio, he started singing a few songs to you that he said was in “the process of making”. “Hey, want to see our new dance?” He stood up, putting away the music sheet. “Of course!” oops, you may have sounded a bit too excited. whatta loser. You could only stare in ooh and ahh as he was hitting those steps so freaking perfectly. “Want to try?” he suddenly asked out of the blue. “Oh no I’m--” but Seungmin had already pulled you up. And about 15 minutes later, you were dancing with him. “Woah...” he turned to you. “you never told me you could dance so well. I think you’re even better than me.” You chuckled. “Yeah, well... I’ve been dancing for quite a long time now.”

[gamegrumpiess]

Sleepwalk

I was listening to Sleepwalk by Renee Olstead, and I had this idea.

Grump: Danny (from now on, most will be Danny. Unless you request someone else, which I will be happy to do!)

Btw! I'm this plot, Renee didn't write the lyrics. You did! She isn't even a singer in this universe. Just a heads up.

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Y/n's POV

I can't sleep tonight. It's been a month since me and Danny broke up, but I can't help but still mourn our relationship. It was mutual, at least that's what he thinks. I would've never called it off. I was so in love with him. I still am. We told the fans, and they were pretty supportive in what we did. A lot of them were really sad, as was I. Danny is a singer just like me. I do silly songs just like him. But he encouraged me to do a cover album or a cover song. I did one album, Cover Me Up was the name. It got a lot of love, which I am very proud of.

I turn on my phone to check the time. 4:23 am. The bold numbers shine at me in front of Danny's face. I couldn't bring it to myself to change my screensaver. It's not like anyone's gonna see. I miss him a lot, every night gets harder than the last. He was my world. I've known him since senior year of high school, he was a huge part of my life. And now... That's no more. He's probably living his best life. Being Danny Sexbang and all. He probably has girls flying at his feet, throwing him their panties and offering 'the night of his life'. I understand I might be over thinking, but I can't help it. He was mine, and now he's out there doing who knows what. I let a few stray tears fall down ontou pillow. It's so lonely here at night now. I love what I do, singing, dancing, having fun. It was just so much more amazing when I had someone to share it with.

I lay my head back a stare at the ceiling. I need to distract myself, so I reach for my headphones and plug them in, looking for my Oldies playlist. I click on it and the song that comes on is Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny. Listening to the slow beat and light guitar, I cry even more. Just my luck, huh? I can't just lay here, I really should get up and something. Writing usually helps me calm down. That's when I get an idea for a song, it's a bit sad and people will know exactly who its about. But maybe that's what needs to happen. My feelings should be out there. And if something goes wrong, I'll accept the outcomes.

I pull up my pen and notebook and just start writing.

"Sleepwalk, instead of dreamin' I

Sleepwalk.

Cause' I lost you and now, what am I to do?

Can't believe that we're through.

Sleep talk. Cause' I miss you, I sleep talk.

While the memories of you wither like a soul.

Darling I was so low.

The night fills me with blame. I see your face, tears through my brain.

I know I miss you so. I still love you, drives me insane.

Sleepwalk. Every night I just sleepwalk. Please come back, and when you walk inside the door, I will sleepwalk no more."

I immediately went to my computer set up and staring out my own little version of Sleepwalk. More of like a piano and violin cover, rather than guitar and drum. Once I had it to where I wanted the beat and rhythm, I pulled up my microphone and started singing away.

Danny's POV

This morning was the worst. I couldn't sleep at all, I've been up since 3:30 am. I guess I haven't really gotten used to sleeping by myself. Without y/n's body near mine, it's hard to even get tired. I do miss her. A lot actually. I know it was my idea to call off the relationship, but I was scared of what would happen if I didn't have enough time for her. I have game grumps, starbomb, and ninja sex party. She deserves someone who has all the time in the world to give her all the attention she deserves. When we told the fans, I didn't expect them to be so sad. I even lost a handful of fans because of it. She agreed, but I knew her better. She was on the verge of tears when she left. She was trying to be strong so I wouldn't see that side of her, but I know better than that. When she left I broke down. Gripped and clawed at my hair, cried on the edge of the bed, wondering if I had made the right choice. I big-huge part of me was telling myself I didn't.

My phone buzzes, and I see its a text from Arin.

When you get here I need to show you something.

Oh what fresh hell does he have to subject my eyes to. Last time he said that, I had to watch 12 Days Of Elves... Don't ask.

I finally arrived at the Grump Space. I see everyone in their usual area. Ryan and Matt at the computers, Ross and Barry in the kitchen making coffee, and the only other people here this early is Arin and me. Everyone else usually is a little late. "Thank god you're finally here. You haven't felt your phone buzzing?" I give him a confused look. "Other than you texting me, no. You know I have notifications turned off for my social media. What's going on?" He turns on the computer in front of us. "You should hear this before anything. I promise you, it's important." I roll my eyes. "This better not be some stupid shit, Arin!" I say with a light laugh. He shook his head, and I knew from the look in his eyes that this was in fact important.

Once the computer was fully on, he went to YouTube. Looking up y/n's name, I felt my stomach turn. Did she have a new boyfriend? Was she sick? Did she die?! I understand that last one is a bit of a long shot, but I tend to over think a lot.

A video was uploaded at 7:00 am this morning? "' sleepwalk? ' isn't that an old song?" I say confused. But I'm not all that surprised. She always did love the oldies. He nods his head. "She added her own lyrics and tune to it. And I think you should hear it." I nodded and put on some earphones, pushing play on the video. Her voices comes on, and it feels so amazing to hear her voice again. Even if it is just an intro in a YouTube video.

"Hello everyone. I had this idea for a song at like 3 in the morning. I couldn't sleep, so I made this. I hope you like it..."

The video fades to black and then it shows her at her little office space she has in her room. The music starts up, and at this point I notice her eyes. They're a little red and slightly puffy. She did a good job covering it up, but I've known her since senior year. She can't hide that from me.

She sings softly yet with so much passion and emotion. The lyrics sink in, and I know why Arin wanted to hear this. Its about me. I scroll down to look at the description and comments, and they all say things along the lines of 'I fucken sad now.' 'Wow, Danny really did a number on her' 'DANNY YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS SHIT!' 'This makes me so sad because she literally couldn't sleep thinking about him... Danny get your girl back!' 'Damn that made me tear up... '

After the video ended, I look at my phone. Y/n's face still smiles at me from behind the screen. I didn't want to change it, I couldn't do it. I felt several tears hit my leg, I didn't even realize i was crying. "Hey Dan, are you okay?" Arin puts his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. "No... I'm not at all." I open up Twitter and see thousands of notifications to nsp and game grumps. All of which telling me to see what I just saw. I stood up slowly, feeling a little disappointed in myself. How could I let her walk out of my life so easily...?

Y/n's POV

After I posted the video, I decided I should really try to get some sleep. Especially since thousands of people will blow up my phone later on. Once in bed again, I tried to think of all the possibilities and outcomes of this. It could either go really well, or go really horribly bad. I guess we'll just have to see.

I wake up several hours later to my phone ringing. The sky is still a little bright to I assume it's not that late. 'Suzy <3' shines up at me. I smile, me and her always stayed quite close. "Hello?" I try to run the sleep out of my eyes. "Hey, are feeling okay? I heard your song, and I know it's about Dan. How are you, hun?"

It means a lot that she's not just calling about GET HIM BACK! She just wants to know if I'm okay. "Honestly? I feel so empty. Luckily today is just a lazy day so I don't have to adult today. But still.... I feel lost." I hear her sigh, "I know, y/n. It sucks. But you have me! And I'm way better than Danny!" She says jokingly. "Damn right you are! I'll call you a bit later when I'm more awake, okay?" We say our goodbyes and I sit up more in bed. I take a quick look at my notification bar and just as I expected, its blowin up. 'When will I stop being a pussy?' My thoughts we're interrupted by several rings of my doorbell.

Without looking through the peephole I open the door, only to see a certain curly haired man standing on my doorstep. "Danny? What are you doing here?" His eyes are glazed over and puffy as if he had just finished crying. He looked down. "I.... I heard your song. Was it... Was it about me? I'm sorry, I just need to know. I couldn't focus at all today during work. And on my way home, I just couldn't take it anymore. I have to know." My anxiety goes up a long shot. My eyes looking at everyone but him. "Y/n... I need to know." I slowly nod my head, still avoiding his eyes. "May I come in? I think we should talk.." I scoot to the side to let him in. "I'm sorry if I caused a lot of drama. I just thought... It would be better if I just made it into a song rather than.. Just telling you." I confessed. He grabbed my shoulders. "Don't be sorry, y/n. When we broke up, and you left. I broke down. I couldn't handle the fact that I just let you go.. I'm sorry."

"Then why did you do it? Why wait so fucking long to come to my house?! Why hurt me this bad, leaving me all alone when all I wanted was you! I hated knowing that YOU let me just walk out. And you looked like you... Like you didn't even give a shit..." I couldn't help it. I let all my emotions explode on him. "Why do you think I did?! Y/n, you deserve someone who has the time for you, who will give you all the attention in the world. Someone who will GIVE you the world! I want nothing more than to have you back again, but you don't deserve someone like me! I love with all my soul, hell, I'd give up everything for your dumbass! I didn't say anything till now because I thought you'd be mad, and I thought you'd moved on, hated me even!" He was standing pretty close to me by now. "Well no shit I'd be mad! You think I don't deserve you? Bullshit! You've already given me the world and more! Don't think that I don't understand about your job because I do the same fucking thing!!! I know it's hard, but I was willing to work even harder because I love you more than life itself! I deserve you just like you deserve me!" He rolled his eyes. "You're fucking gorgeous! You can have any man you want! What the hell is so special about me?" I got in his face once again, "because you are so much better than any other man I've met! We've known each other for YEARS and you think I'd just give all that up?! What kinda drugs are you on, Dan? Do you think I'm that fucken dumb? I haven't slept in weeks because it feels so horrible not having you next to me. That's some bullshit to say that I can have any man I want. I want YOU, dipshit!" I couldn't help it, I fell to my knees, shaking from trying to hold back tears. How he say that I didn't deserve him? He was my world, he still is my world. Nothing will change that.

He walks to me, and sits on the floor with me. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I lean into his chest. "I'm sorry.. I loved you more than anything. I still do. Can you please give me another chance..? Now, I won't ever think you don't deserve me. I won't think anything like that. You mean the world to me, y/n. Please don't forget that." I look up at him, seeing his eyes filled with new tears. "Well duh, how can i say no to this face?" I grab his cheeks and smush them together and laugh. "I love you too, Danny." He smiled and leaned in and gave me a much needed kiss.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

~Meet Me In The Hallway~

Chapter 3-Waystation

The next morning, my big day of laundry did not happen. As happens when touring with a massive amount of people and months of travel ahead of you, I had completely forgotten what day it was. There were stretches where I wasn’t even sure what country we were in when the sun rose, and we were confined to the British Isles so far. 

My head spun when I thought of the future. I always found out our location though. While all the boys were at sound check, I often wandered down to the front desk of wherever we had slept and asked for recommendations. I had told myself the night before when Harry had revealed that he was saddened he never saw their surroundings a little secret. I’m not sure I had consciously admitted my intentions to myself. I wanted to see wherever we were for him. I would be his eyes and ears. I already made it a point to see something of the place I was along for the ride to, but now I was going to see it and document it. So that I could share it with Harry. I hoped it would be a balm instead of salt in the wound.

I woke up that morning in much the same position I had fallen asleep in. Harry was long and lean and warm, pressed against me from knee to shoulder and his face was in my hair. As I expected this situation, hoped for it really, I did not wake with a start this morning, instead I snuggled down into the white linens and his embrace. My bed sharing habits were nonexistent and this was only the second time I had woken up in his orbit. The first had been ruined by my shock. That morning I cataloged my awe. The white duvet was pulled up and over our shoulders, creating a cocoon with just our heads emerging. The air around us was softly scented with human smells. Warm skin and soured breath. Instead of being off putting, I was mildly disappointed that I was not facing Harry, that I did not have access to his breath or a view of his face. His exhalation rumbled our and stirred my hair faintly, like a light breeze coming off the ocean. I was still in my y shirt and shorts and harry was in his pants, so only the skin of our legs were pressed together. I, by some small favor of heaven, was not someone who had to shave everyday. I had heard many of my friends bemoan their prickliest, and I did get them, but they grew slowly and the two days since I’d slicked the bands of metal over my limbs were recent enough to keep them at bay. Harry did not shave his legs. For that I was thankful.  I could feel his wiry, coarse hair, sparse though it was, brushing against my legs as I stirred. It reminded my of slipping my legs into sweats after the sun went down at the beach, when a chill has started and salt stuck skin needs warming. The little nubs smooth over your legs and provide a barrier from the crisp air.

The current situation was without chill. Harry was a good ten degrees warmer than the air outside our blanket tent and I relished it. My toes pressed into his and I tried to think about the way each individual part of my body felt so close to his. I had just gotten to the way my hips fit into his pelvis when my loud thoughts must have stirred him.

His arms tightened around me and I could feel his inhale. The next thrill came when he stretched along my back. Those were all new feelings. The leg between my own ran along me like a pumice stone and the muscle of his thighs bulged in the space between my own. I was trying to not notice what my sit bones were pressed tighter against when his back popped loudly.

“That sounded uncomfortable,” my hand reached behind myself unconsciously and rubbed his lower back and he made that sound again, my new favorite noise, the purr when he was petted, so I rubbed at the spot until he spoke.

“That’s dead nice, Mel. Could you?” He rolled towards me and I moved from under him as he stretched out on his stomach. I sat up while trying to keep my hand on him, laughing at the awkward positioning.

“What exactly are you wanting me to do?” His position was indicative, but I wasn’t sure what exactly he expected. Was I to broaden my rubbing or give a full on back massage?

“Could you just,” he motioned to his lower back then pointed further afield.

“Harry, I’m not on your payroll, nor am I in any way qualified to massage anybody. Does Mark do this?”

“Cmon Mel, feels lovely when you scratch and rub me. My back aches,” He ended the sentence with a little whine, a sound I heard from all the boys in my keep. Little girls may be more high pitched, but they have nothing on man children for whining.

“You do know that you are a whopping eighteen years old, right? Your back has no business hurting. Should see somebody. What’s that?” I could hear him murmuring into the pillow he was pressed against while I sat next to him and pressed experimentally into his back.

“I’m nineteen,” he moved his head to the left so his sound was less muffled. “That’s so nice, babe.” He moaned.

I blinked. The moan was also distracting, I shook my head to clear it and asked, “since when?”

“Right before London, I think. Remember when everybody went out after that show?” He up talked the end and I tried to remember. Ohhhh, everybody had gone out that night, but I’d stayed in the hotel. Hoping for a night where I had gotten to sleep before my brother made it back with anyone he had picked up for the night. I ran out of luck at 3am when I’d woken up to loud histrionics from some girl who clearly watched too much porn. I just shut my eyes and stayed in my room. If they were to drunk to care, I’d just put in ear plugs

“Oh!! Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” I was getting frustrated with the angle I was working at and wanted to move astride him.

“Why, did you want to give me a prezzie?”

He looked over his shoulder and his tongue pressed to right corner of his mouth and the gesture was so obscenely appealing I nearly couldn’t keep mine from lolling out of my mouth. I decided to ignore that innuendo entirely as a result. “Consider this your present,” I commented and moved to straddle him.

“Oh, I will,” he giggled and the sound was so boyish I wanted to kiss the back of his neck. I focused my attention elsewhere instead. I rubbed his back in the way the salon chairs did and he made lots of happy noises.

When I got to his middle lower back, the symphony of his sounds took on a baser quality and I decided to focus on the spots that made him particularly percussive rather than the tightness his melody was causing to my own snare drum. At one particularly sensitive section, he wiggled his hips and l nearly hit the high hat on my own.

A moment later, it seemed I had run out of skin to manipulate and so I patted him and rolled to the side. Harry didn’t respond in words, but instead picked up to hand to kiss.

“Thank you, that was lovely.” He kissed the other too and stretched out languidly. My impulse was to remount him and stretch out on his back, but I restrained myself and smiled back instead.

“How long has your back been hurting?” I stretched myself out next to him and turned on my side to face him. I kept my straying eyes above his collarbones, though there were distractions there to, and prayed my hands together to mirror his pose, tucking them beneath my head.

He shrugged, “um, it’s always a bit stiff in the morning,” he stopped for a moment and looked amused but continued to talk about his back, “think it started to give me more trouble at the end of last tour?”

“Did you tell mark?”

“Nah, he’ll just call me a whiner and add sets.”

I rolled my eyes, boys. “I don’t think so Harry, you are awfully young to have any pain, let alone back stuff. Tell Mar—,” his groan interrupted me, “tell Mark,” I continued, “ so you don’t get hurt.”

“Ugh, you’re as bad as my sister,” he blustered into his pillow.

That chaffed, I had no desire to be sisterly. “Because I don’t want you laid up by 25? Listen, just mention it, alright?” I decided to drop it, I had no desire to be a nag. My brother accused me of it often enough.

He jumped on the subject change and pulled the blankets up and over our heads. “Blanket fort!” He said gleefully and tucked the duvet between the mattress and head board. All the white surrounding us made his skin look even tanner. He started pulling in pillows then, placing them around us to create a raised square.

“I don’t think we have enough, I’m a lot bigger than the last time I did this.”

“Nah, you’re tiny,” he put his huge hand on my head and pushed down.

“That won’t make me fit, wanker!” I pushed his hand off.

The mischievous look in his eye gave me an inkling I was in for it. I would have made a run for it had I not been so distracted.

“Harry,” I said not sure what was coming, but I had an idea. He quickly moved his hand from my head to my tummy and wiggled them. “No!”

He laughed and sent his fingers dancing up my sides. I sucked in a big breath and tried to wriggle away. “The fort!”

“This is a tickle fort Mel, you are going to have to escape to get away. His finger crooked at me while I scrambled, he successfully got a hold of my foot and slid me back to him. I writhed as he found all of my spots.

"No!” Breathless, “st—stahp…stop Harry!” My foot caught his ribs and he yelped. I took the opportunity to wriggle away. I was successful, but at the cost of my dignity. The unceremonious drop of my ass to the ground didn’t bruise anything but my ego. “Ooof,” exploded from my mouth and his giggles did the same.

He had undone our blanket fort in just enough time to watch me hit the ground. Apparently he found it hilarious. “Your face!” He bent at the waist and wheezed.

“Fuck off!” I grit. “I hope you choke!”

“Harsh,” he laughed. “You embarrassed, Mel?”

“I’m pissed off!” I blistered, “I fucken hate being tickled!”

“Oh Mel! Loosen the reins. It’s fun.” His giggles were dying out. He looked at me. “Hey, I’m sorry, it was just a bit of fun. Everybody is ok here. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again.” He slid off the bed and ran a finger over my chin. I liked that. His touch moved to my hand and he pulled me up. “Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know it was a thing.”

“I just, I feel like I might hurt you, or pee on myself. I’m sure I look ridiculous,” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You look free, your cheeks flush,” he gestured, “and you laugh big. You look lovely, Mel! But if you don’t like i—.”

“It’s alright, it’s not such a big deal,” I shook it off.

“K,” he chucked my chin. “Come talk to me while I shave?”

“Shave what?” I giggled.

“My many facial hairs, you fool,” and he leaned in to show me.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, “now I see all three of them!”

“Fuck off!” He pulled me after him into the bathroom.

Later I sat on the closed toilet seat and watched him shave. “ What are you doing today?” I felt embarrassed I had to clear my throat to ask.

“Um,” he pulled the razor away. “I think they have some songs for us to listen to, and a brief radio thing.” He shrugged and went back to wicking away his santa beard.

“Ah. Doesn’t sound to bad.”

“Nah, not to bad. Pretty clear for us really.” He was such a bright sider I sometimes thought he needed smaller cups.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Um, Glasgow?”

 "What would you do if you were able to see it?“

Harry filled me in on a few of his bucket list items and a mentally filed them away.

"I had better shower,” was his comment after finished his final stroke. “It’s gotten late. You are a distraction, with your tickles and forts, and insistence on rubbing on my sexy body.”

“As if!” I exaggerated.

“Listen, Cher, I’m gonna have to kick you out!”

“Whatever,” I put up the W to emphasize my quotes. “I should probably get back before he’s noticed.”

“Has he noticed, or does he care where you go at night?”

“No,” I laughed, “honestly, you’ve seen. He shoved me out in his glorious pursuit of dirty sex and assumes someone with take me in—.”

“Someone has taken you in.” Harry reminded, turning on the shower to warm it up.

I watched the water bead on his forearm when he checked the temperature and continued, “he said something about Lou one morning. I think he thinks I’m sleeping in with her.” I looked down at my phone, avoiding the deep well of his eyes.

“If my sister was here now, I’d want to know where she was sleeping.”

“I imagine when your sister comes around  you don’t kick her out to have indiscriminate sex.”  He shrugged and I decided go pay better attention when Gemma came around again.

“I’m sure he’d have something to say if he knew you were bunking with me so often.”

“Why? You lend your bed. Nothing is going on.” He looked at me then, and I almost asked, but instead I stared down at our hands and we both kept quiet.

“Regardless, I think he wouldn’t like it,” Harry said finally.

“Then I guess I won’t tell him, will I? If he even bothers to ask. I’m a big girl, I’ll sleep where I want.”

Harry laughed when I made a muscle, “You are tiny. And should get your tiny arse in the shower.” He waved his hand over his face.

“You can go, I don’t have a diary full of things to do. besides, should shower in my room, I don’t have any clean clothes here.”

“You can wear mine.” Harry pulled himself up and shook and stretched on the way into the bathroom.

“Pretty sure that would blow our cover, and my brother is too aware of your shenanigans, apparently," I emphasized, "to trust that I could sleep in here innocently.” Harry’s face answered a few questions for me and I got up to leave, unsettled in an unpleasant way. “See you later, Harry,” I quitted his room.

“Later, babe,” drifted after me and took my level of discomfort down, but I knew now that we were hiding us, whatever we were, and I didn’t like it.

It didn’t stop me.

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Don’t believe me, ask him. Part 3

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester, Jaslyn (OFC), Silas (OMC), Reese (OFC), Crowley

 Word count: 2,523

 Summary: After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester's on her trail?

 Warning: (Not too sure what all to put here) Language, speaking of drug use and alcohol, simple flirting, (18+ only), this one don’t apply too much for this one but there's no telling what may come.

 A/N: I do not own supernatural or any of it's characters besides the OFC's I have created. Do not repost my work anywhere without my permission please. That is if it is even good enough for such wanting. This is my first try at any fan fiction writing. Please be honest with how you feel about it. The only way to get better in my mind is by taking others opinion's into thought. Unless it's just hate crap, then save it for the birds.

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Don’t Believe me, ask him Part 3

Walking out of the blood bank I spotted Dean and Sam outside leaning on the impala. ‘How fucken sexy is she?’ I couldn’t help my eye ball the whole car, not even paying attention to the guys looking back and forth to each other with wide eyes.

“Like what you see, huh?” Dean voice lingering getting his words out.

“Yessir, I sure do” I said, switching my eyes from the car to him. The shine in his eyes were unreal. My heart fluttered, again.

“Get in doll, we’re gonna take a classic today. Not that ricer you be driving.” He chuckled out loud.

Rolling my eyes I slid into the back seat. I couldn’t lie about how this car was a wet dream to myself but I wasn’t gonna let him know such knowledge. Dean drove us to a small café down the road close to the bar we first encountered each other at. There aren’t too many places to go around here being such a small town.

As we were walking into the café the waitress perked her head up from her phone and laid eyes upon Dean first. She slowly made her way to Sam and never once looked at me. Her eyes lit up with joy as she glanced back at Dean but once I made her line of vision her face went sour.

“Hello, my name is Reese and will be your waitress for the afternoon. What may I get y’all to drink?” She was trying to sound sweet. Handing us our menus her eyes never left Dean’s face but to look his arms up and down. He paid no attention to her drools just looked over at me. Sam’s eyes switched back and forth between Dean and me sitting next to each other and back to the bimbo with a smile. I glanced at Sam then back to Dean, who was already looking back at her and slowly to the waitress with a cheesy smile.

“A beer for me and”, Dean nodded over at me “whatever she wants.” Reese looked down at her pad waiting for to answer.

“Water, with lemon please on the side, lots of it please.”

“Sweet ice tea with lemon.”

“Okay, I will be right back with those drinks.” She said, getting one good smile in at Dean before spinning around to walk away.

I looked over at Sam waiting on one of them to bring up the reason we were here to start with. I could only hope I wasn’t about to put myself in between a rock and a hard place.

“Sooo, who is gonna start this awkward conversation were about to have.” I said, winking at Sam.

“Uh, well. I guess I will.” Sam sat up some to straighten his back placing his hand folded in front of him. “Jaslyn, there were blood bank donation bags found next to a girl half drained. There is only one blood bank in this area-”

“and you work at it.” Dean chimed in. I switched back and forth trying to look clueless. ‘Fucking A’

My heart started to race. Silas still hadn’t said anything to me so I’m flying solo here. Feeling a lump in my chest I try my best to think of anything to say.

“And?” I turned my body towards Dean leaning against the wall to look him right in the eyes. Reese was on her way back with our drinks thank god.

“Now, what may I get ya’ll to eat?” She said, after sitting our drinks down without any lemon. “What about you handsome?” Looking at Dean she flashed her dimples.

“Uh, excuse,” Expecting her to at least look at me, I kept talking, “I asked for lots of lemon on the side and my buddy here also asked for some.” I started out sounding decently nice but by the end my tone was annoyed because she wasn’t paying any attention. I could see Sam looking at me out of the corner of my eye and Dean turning to look too. She finally took her eyes off him when no one was looking at her but me. “Lemon, please…” Giving her a sassy smirk showing my own dimples she narrowed her eyes at me and walked away.

“Rude much?” Dean chuckled out. “You didn’t have to bite her head off”

“Maybe if she could drool and do her job correctly at the same time there would have been no need for me to be short.” Making a snorting sound I shrugged my shoulders. Shortly after getting that out my mouth she was back with my lemon. “Thank you, ma’am”

“May I get ya’ll something to eat?” Her attention was still only on Dean. The rumors about women loving him were sure true.

“I don’t know about these two here but I could go for the house burger and fries.” Dean answered without even looking at the menu.

Sam shook his head, “I’m gonna pass and just stick to my drink.” She was finally making her way around the table, vision wise.

I wasn’t too sure if I felt like eating or not. Not being medicated messed with my appetite and since they picked me up I wasn’t able to smoke my daily lunch blunt. She was focused on me waiting with her pen in hand and pad in the other, pen flopping slightly and eyebrows lifted with impatience. “My apologies, I didn’t have a chance to look because of the guys here.” Opening the menu I could hear her let out a sigh. “Let me get the cheese sticks with marinara.”

“Okay then, house burger with fries and an order of cheese sticks,” adding a bit of sass, “Correct?”

“Try not to forget the marinara with it.” I mentioned with my own amount of sass as she started to walk away.

“Do you two know each other?” Sam asked with curiosity in his voice turning his head sideways slightly.

Dean shifted his shoulders toward me and placed his arm on the back of the booth. “Yeah, vibes between you feels like there’s some history. You steal her boyfriend or something? Girl…? I never got an answer about that the other night by the way…” His smile made my heart jump some.

‘Dude, what the fuck’

Chuckling I took a sip of my water and started squeezing the lemons in it. Sam and Dean were waiting on me to respond but I just kept mixing my lemon water trying to make it stronger.

“Because that would be super hot and we may even have a friend that would interes-“

“Dean, Charlie doesn’t need you playing match maker and I’m sure Jaslyn don’t need your help either.” Sam busted out laughing to his brother’s face expression. Dean bunched up his nose and rolled his eyes.

“It’s nothing like that.. She is my best friend’s ex.” I said, like it was nothing. It was nothing. Silas was my best friend and for the last 6 months that’s all he had been, a friend. They were broken up before I moved to this town. “They had some falling out shortly before I moved here, couldn’t tell ya what over. All I know is they broke up and to her I’m the reason. She thinks we’re banging. I’m the home wrecker” I said, using quotation marks with my fingers for home wrecker. ‘Sure, let me tell you all about my soul selling best friend I met during take your daughter to work day’

A few moments later she brought our food correctly to us and went on her merry way to check on other tables.

“Back to why we asked you to speak to us,” Sam trying to change the subject he leaned in over the table, “Have you noticed any strange activities around the office or around town?”

“Strange like how?” I raised my eyes brows and him.

“Well, for starters there have been 3 dead bodies found drained of their blood. They all had IV marks in the arm but for one. Renee Jenkins was found sliced up with no IV marks along with a bag from your job.” Dean said, picking up his burger.

My heart started to tighten. “I didn’t know about any murder until I saw the photos you had at the bar. As far as the other’s, I don’t watch the news for that reason right there. I already know how fucked up it is up here so why bother?”

“Up here?” They both caught what I said and tilted their heads at me. “What do yo-“ both at the same time again.

“Hold on Sammy.” Dean said, sitting his burger down. “What do you mean by up here?”

‘Quick Jas, think... THINK.’

“You don’t believe in heaven and hell?” Lifting my head up in confidence I looked back and forth into their eyes. Showing no sign of worry on my face the best I could I dipped my cheese stick and took a huge bite. Dean already had half his burger down. “Or do you believe the whole hell on earth shit?”

“Oh no... There is a hell for sure.”

“You speak like you have some sort of experience in that area.”

“Jaslyn, who all works at the clinic?” Once again, Sam was trying to keep us all on track. Dean was eye balling me.

“There’s me, my boss, who’s the manager and the two nurses that take the blood. That’s it.” With bags being found, me not being able to do my weekly count and not going through the fanny pack before coming back to work I have no way of telling if the bag was mine or not. But deep in my heart something is telling me Silas didn’t do this now. Nothing is adding up. The first two people, whoever they are, could possibly been Silas, even then I know he wouldn’t kill someone, but this chick they are asking about now couldn’t be. The moment they said she was sliced up I knew it wasn’t him.

“Who is in charge of inventory?”

“That would be me.” I said raising my hand to the waitress since she hadn’t been back around since bringing our food. She saw me and rolled her eyes.

Dean had already finished his burger by the time she made it to us. I hadn’t ate a whole cheese stick but my lunch break was about over so it didn’t matter. “Can I get a to-go carry out?”

The boys looked at their watches. They must have forgotten I was on a lunch break and had a job to get back to while they were working on their own.

“Sorry dudes. Is there any way we can finish this in the car. I need to start heading back.”

As we paid our bill Reese spoke loudly, “Ya’ll be sure to come on back and see me ya hear.” Smiling her fake grin she turned to me. “I sure hope Silas knows you’re out with two strangers having lunch.”

“Nah, but I know you will be sure to let him know for me.” Walking out the front door I could hear her start to say something under her breath but couldn’t make it out so I turned back around. “Be sure to tell him I rode in their car too. It’s a classic. He ass would almost love it as much as me.” I hollered over my shoulder laughing. 

Sam and Dean followed me out to the parking lot laughing their heads off. “Are you sure you didn’t steal anything from her?” This time it was Sam questioning me. “From the sounds of it you di-“

“I already told ya’ll I didn’t take shit from her.” I said, opening my door sliding into the middle of the back seat. “I’ma level with ya’ll… but I gotta know mister beer-thirty I needs to smoke before getting back to work, are you gonna let me or what?”

Dean eyed me through the rear view mirror. Sam tilted his head toward his smiling brother. “Don’t you burn anything back there ma’am”

Sam’s eyes grew huge with shock. “The man who doesn’t let dogs in here is gonna let a chick smoke a j?”

“Shut your pie hole, Sammy.”

Giggling I pull my pre-rolled blunt out and roll my window down some. Sparking it I finished. “So, as I was saying…. I’ma level with ya’ll. This morning my boss told me not to worry about the baggy count. Just told me to send out my normal doings and off into his office he went.”

Dean looked over at Sam.

“Anyhow,” I said, exhaling the thick smoke. “I been working there going on five months and I’ve always done the count and ordered what we needed ‘til today.”

We were almost back to the clinic by now and I hadn’t even got to smoke half. ‘I’ma have to go through that pouch’

“Think you could try and do a count for us. It would be a huge solid.” Sam was turned all the way around now facing me. “Please, Jaslyn. Something in my heart is telling me you have nothing to do with all of this. That you’re just a girl working at a place that just happens to be the focus of something not natural.”

‘Yeah, maybe not this… but.. still. You silly boys’

Pulling into the parking lot I slung my purse over my shoulder and dabbed the blunt out on the bottom of my shoe. “I can’t make any promises. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you Jaslyn. So much.” Sam said as I got out.

“Can I get your number? You know, in case we need to be in touch. Well, we do really..” Dean grinned at me showing those lovely whites. Those dimples were to die for.

“I mean, I suppose ya’ll can have it to be in touch.”

Sam let out a loud laugh, “I like her.”

I walked over and took the cell from Dean’s hand, “I do too.” He smoothly said, winking at me.

“Call me later Sir. If I don’t pick up I’ll call you back when able.” Before I could make it to my desk I was getting a call on my cell. ‘Dean already?’

My heart was jumping with joy until I saw the name.

“Yes, Father?” With my voice full of sass, “How may I help you today? Anybody needing any talking’s to so you can grasp their desperate souls?”

“Mock me how you please but no daughter of mine will be associating with the Winchesters.”

Sitting down in front of my computer I kicked my purse under the desk glanced at my boss’s office door. “Look, I do not have time for this. There are far more important things I have going on compared to you being worried about how you may look in front of other. Others who ar-“

“The daughter of the King of hell cannot and will not be hanging out with the Winchest-“

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing there aren’t many who even know of me, huh!”

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Pegoryu Prompt: Red String Pt 2

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This is the end of the Red String fic . Enjoy, babes! ———–

Ryuji takes the lead and crosses the drawbridge with the new guy following close by. His heart is in the pit of his stomach as he crosses the threshold. The world feels distorted and the ringing sound is warping over and over in his head. He keeps a close eye on the brunet. This guy is really good at holding a poker face, but those grey eyes are saying something else entirely.

They get into the main hall of the school, which now looks like a front entry into one of those fairy tale movie castles. ‘Cept this has Kamoshida written all over it. Portraits of him are all over, including that giant fugly one staring him in the face. It’s disgusting to see an almost nude portrait of the fuck head that broke his leg last year. The scenery shifts and warps around them. One moment it’s the school, the next it’s not. What in the hell is going on?

“Th-That’s weird…Where’s the school…?” He swears his eyes are playing tricks on him. Maybe he’s finally lost it, but this guy sees it too.

“Did we make a wrong turn?” This comes out sounding slightly nervous. The blond turns to look at the brunet. His eyes are shaking. Goddammit. Gotta stay cool. Gotta remain confident.

“N-No! This has to be it! I mean, it…should be…” Damn, he fucked that one up. That doesn’t inspire any confidence at all.

Oh! His GPS could tell them if they went the right way, right? He whips out his cellphone and…nothing? There are no bars, no cellphone provider, and not even 4G. A big lot of nothing. The hell?

“Out of service? Where’d we end up…?” The blond looks up from his phone screen to the brunet, who is looking back at him with eyes that betray all the stress he feels. He is biting into his lower lip slightly. Jesus… Ryuji flushes a little from this. What is he even supposed to do?

The blond looks around, then pauses on the nerdy looking brunet again. This shit is unreal. This is like in one of those anime’s where he would turn out to be some sort of magical boy and start fighting crime or some shit. But he isn’t the magical boy. Could this guy be? Nah, this is a stupid line of thinking. What’s more important is figuring out what the hell is going on with this place.

“The sign was for the school, right?” He just has to check that he isn’t crazy. That they did, in fact, come to Shujin Academy and there is now this giant fucking castle and they are in it.

“Yeah.” Ryuji can barely hear it, but this kid thinks so too.

Out of the blue, these giant goons in full armor come marching out to where they are. These assholes look familiar too. Their faces are blue and stoic. Like they aren’t even real. They just seem like large toy soldiers. But they’re brandishing swords and giant shields. Everything just seems to be getting more and more fucked the longer they stay in this hell hole. But wait…They can’t be anything weird, right? They’re just people in costumes. That has to be it.

“Geez, you freaked me out…” He takes a breath. This has to be some stupid event put on by one of the clubs. Nothing more.

“Who’re you? You a student?” He knows that this is a stupid question. This person…this thing is huge. This isn’t the build of a high schooler. His brain just doesn’t seem to want to reason that this can be anything other than Shujin. He bites his lip.

“C’mon, don’t just stand there. Say somethin’.” This can only end badly.

More guards come flooding in. The incessant clanking of armor pervades the air. More and more come into the space. There is no escape. They are truly and utterly up shit creek without a fucking paddle. Not that a paddle, or any sort of a weapon would help now. God, why is this happening to him…to them? This is the new guy’s first fucking day for crying out loud! Maybe if he can play it cool enough, he can reason with them and they can maybe get away.

“…H-Hey, what’s goin’ on?” Yeah, real fucken slick, Ryuji.

“Is he school staff?” Ryuji turns to the brunet whose composure is now significantly more shaken. Is he trying to make a joke? This shit is hardly what would be called funny. Though Ryuji has to laugh at how fucked this all is.

“Dude, I don’t know!” He’s losing his cool. He can’t come to grips with any of this. They are going to die. One of the knights gets closer. Ryuji can see into the eye holes of the mask. There’s absolutely nothing there. “This shit’s real…”

All of the knights advance on them. They close the space around the boys, not leaving any room to slip away. They should have stayed out of the castle. Fucking Kamoshida. Fucking rain. God, this is the worst way he could think of spending a day. Being in class even sounds better. One of the knights gets up in Ryuji’s face.

“C-Calm down! Time out, man!” He turns to look at his companion, who is also being hounded by a giant asshole in shiny silver armor. There is a small opening in their ranks. They have to take a chance.

“We gotta run!”

“Got it.” This comes with a quaking voice and legs that aren’t moving at all. He has to get this kid to move, or he’ll be dead for sure.

“Stop standin’ around and run!” He takes off at as close to a sprint as he can get. His leg is burning like hell. He looks back to see that the brunet is following close behind. Good. Maybe they can get through this.

Before they can slip away, another group of knights closes off the gap they were going for. Jesus, these guys are persistent.

“Ugh, what’s with these guys!?” Ryuji says this more out of frustration than wanting an actual answer. This blows. And he didn’t even get to find the person from his dream.

One of the guards hits him in the back and he goes down with a painful grunt. His companion stands there, afraid like a deer in the headlights. Still gotta keep it as cool as possible. He wants to live through this. There has to be a way. Pain surges everywhere in his body. His back hurts from that asshole knocking him. His knees hurt from crashing onto the ground. And his head is still screaming.

“Wow… Y-you’re gonna break my bones, dammit!” He turns to try and look at his companion. Afraid. So very afraid. “The hell do you think you’re…gah!”

“Take them away!” The guard captain shouts to its subordinates.

One soldier picks Ryuji up while another punches the brunet in the gut. He doubles over, vomit dripping from his lips. He coughs and sputters as another tin soldier hefts him over its shoulders. Ryuji winces at this. He couldn’t protect him…Why the hell is it so important that he does though? They’re both gonna die, but this guy feels so important. Every time he comes close to putting his finger on it, the recognition slips away. This pain in his head is so intense…His consciousness slowly fades out.

In the black emptiness he dreams of his red thread again. There’s a figure of a guy with dark shaggy hair, a Shujin uniform, and when he turns around…those grey eyes. Holy shit…it’s him! It has been him all along! God, how could he be so stupid! This mess, it’s all his fault. The person that he was meant to be with, he just met him. Now they’re going to die and he can’t do jack shit about it. He reaches out and touches the brunet’s cheek. He leans into the blond’s touch with such a sad smile and weary eyes. He can’t just give up on getting this boy out of this mess. If he can be a distraction then maybe, just maybe his companion could get away. Ryuji regains consciousness. He and dream boy are in a cell together. He looks so peaceful like this. A much better face than his frightened one. He doesn’t really want to wake the brunet, but he has to sooner rather than later. He needs a plan of attack so this nightmare can come to a close. He limps over to the cot where his companion is sleeping. He tilts the boy’s face, checking for any sort of mark. Nothing there…good. He ventures downward, to the bottom of the brunet’s turtleneck. He flushes a little as he pulls the hem up. There’s a large bruise on his stomach where he was hit. Fury fills Ryuji, the desire to beat the shit out of those soldiers is palpable. The sleeping boy below him shivers and groans. The blonde pulls the boy’s shirt back down and gives his arm a gentle squeeze. Just a minute…let him sleep a minute longer. He stares down at the handsome boy for a bit too long, then begins to blush. He kneels down and begins calling to him.

“Hey.” No response.

“Wake up!” He hears a groan and grey eyes flutter open. They slowly focus. Good, he’s okay.

The brunet sits up on the cot. He cradles his stomach tenderly as he purses his lips into a fine line. Ryuji gives a sympathetic look. He is just relieved that his red string companion is still able to wake up again. He stands up and lets his partner have a moment to regain his composure. He looks so delicate right now. All he wants is to comfort this boy and make him feel safe. Everything that he personally doesn’t feel right now. Grey eyes stare at him, perplexed and tired. He looks like he’s barely hanging onto consciousness. Ryuji rests a hand on the brunet’s knee and gives a strained smile.

“You all right?” His relief shows in his voice. It’s weird to hear himself be all tender n’ shit.

“Yup, you?” The brunet sounds just as relieved. A bit of a flush briefly lingers in Ryuji’s cheeks.

“Yeah, more or less.” Ryuji relaxes his posture for a moment. This guy’s concern makes him feel a bit less tense. He looks around the cell, taking in the situation and how hopeless it feels. “Looks like this ain’t no dream.”

Ryuji turns back to look at the brunet. He looks dazed, but maybe a bit more lucid. What in the hell is with this day? This place and everything is just so messed up. All of this is so confusing and frustrating. It honestly still doesn’t feel real. He wants to lash out at everything. None of this makes sense to him. He has to do something to relieve all of this anxiety bubbling around in his head. How the fuck can this guy look so calm?

“Ugh, what’s goin’ on!?” He’s losing control of whatever cool he had left. He charges up to the prison bars and tries to get anyone’s attention. Taking out his frustration on a guard may relieve some stress.

“Hey, let us outta here! I know there’s someone out there!” He slams on the cell door in desperation.

“Dammit, where are we!? Is this some kinda TV set…?” He stalks back over to his cell mate when nothing wanted to pay attention to him. At least he feels that this guy will listen to his bitching. It’s keeping this place from whittling away at his sanity.

Suddenly there is a blood curdling scream. It sounds like a guy is being tortured or killed. The blonde’s heart stops for a moment. The voice sounds familiar, but that is less important than the idea that they may be in line to be tortured next. The brunet stumbles up and joins him. The screaming just won’t stop. He keeps an arm out in front of his companion in a defensive position, just in case he has to fight. The screams turn to wailing, wrenching uncomfortable feelings in Ryuji’s gut. The boys run up to the prison bars to attempt to gage where the noise is coming from.

“Th-The hell was that just now…?” Ryuji has an idea of what it is. The quiver in his voice matches with the subtle shake in his knees. His whole body feels like it wants to give out.

Wet sounds are now accompanying the cries. All the color drains from Ryuji’s face and the brunet isn’t looking so well either. He’s clinging to the prison bars so tightly that his knuckles are going white. Ryuji chances a glance at his companion’s face to see that his face remains stoic, but his grey eyes are watery. He doesn’t even know this person, yet he’ll cry for em? He has to turn away, otherwise he’ll get swept up in thoughts that he doesn’t want to think about yet. There are other cages with other prisoners. They all look pretty bad off.

“Whoa…whoa, whoa, whoa!” Ryuji’s mind is running at a million miles a second. “You’re shittin’ me, right…?” He knows that’s a stupid question. They are here and this is real.

The brunet releases his grip on the bars and takes a couple of unsteady steps back. His posture goes rigid and defensive. The stress is getting to both of them. They have to think fast. Ryuji has to get this kid to engage. He’s too quiet, he can’t peg what is going on in his mind right now. He must be terrified. They both should be in this situation. This guy has been the only thing keeping his mind as calm as it is.

“This is real bad…!” He looks the boy over. He looks like he’s thinking, but he’s being unresponsive. Part of the blonde wants to shake him and snap him out of whatever la la land he’s in. The other part feels this insatiable need to protect him. God, this is fuckin annoying.

The brunet’s eyes dart all over, silently assessing the surroundings. His eyes are still watery. He uses the heel of his hand to rub away all emotion. Ryuji wonders if this kid is trying to put on some sort of a tough guy act too. It’s endearing, but there’s no time to screw around.

“Isn’t there some way outta here!? C’mon, we gotta do something!”

This spurs the brunet into action. He and Ryuji begin to comb their cell over. Nothing really seems helpful. In fact, most of this shit just makes him more nervous. He can’t tell how much time has passed since this whole stupid ordeal started. He can’t see any means of escape. There isn’t even much of a way to perform an ambush, not that he thinks either of them have the strength to pull one off any way. The sound of clinging armor is getting closer to their cell. Time’s up. Ryuji slowly turns around and takes a defensive posture.

“Huh? You hear that?” He looks over his companion, who nods a confirmation.

They both make their way up to the cell door. There they are, the palace goons in all their annoying clanging glory. Their empty eyes send shivers down Ryuji’s back. Sick feelings twist around in his gut. He’s not sure he’s ready for this, but now is not the time to give up. As they get closer, Ryuji takes up a stiff fighting stance. This is gonna be a fight.

“Be glad that your punishment has been decided upon.” The hollow voice reverberates and rings out, like it’s coming from the bottom of a tin can. “Your charge is ‘unlawful entry’. Thus, you will be sentenced to death.”

“Say what!?” Ryuji is stupefied by this turn of events. Death? For going to school? What in the actual fuck is this shit?

“No one’s allowed to do as they please in my castle.” He knows this voice. It may have a weird reverberation to it, but it’s unmistakable.

And of course, there he his. But at the same time, it ain’t him. This Kamoshida in a tacky furry robe and a tiny crown…and not much else to speak of. His eyes freak Ryuji out though. They’re empty and shine with an unnatural golden light. He’s looking at Ryuji and the brunet as if they are trash in need of disposal. He has to make sure that this is him, though.

“Is that you, Kamoshida?” The question comes out more unsteady than he wanted it to.

“Kamoshida?” The brunet sounds uneasy as well.

“I thought it was some petty thief, but to think it’d be you, Sakamoto…” The disdain in the teacher’s voice is real. There’s almost a ring of mockery. The serious face Kamoshida wears turns into a sneer, complete with a ridiculing tone “Are you trying to disobey me again? It looks like you haven’t learned you lesson at all, huh?”

Kamoshida turns and assesses Ryuji’s companion with a knowing look. Ryuji’s heart drops into his stomach. Is this the Kamoshida from his dream? Does he know about this guy? All of his nerves are firing. This guy isn’t safe. What the fuck is this bastard planning on doing?

“This ain’t funny, you asshole!”

“Is that how you speak to a king? It seems you don’t understand the position you’re in at all.” “Not only did you sneak into my castle, you committed the crime of insulting me- the king.” “The punishment for that is death.” “It’s time for an execution! Take him out!”

“S-Stop it…!”

They back off into the far side of the room. Soldiers keep flooding into the space. There’s no escape. Kamoshida is there, wearing that ugly maniacal grin of his. This is it…

“…Goddammit…!”

This is his chance. Those idiots came in at a bad formation. Maybe he has a shot at getting both of them outta this mess after all. Just gotta use all that pent up rage and focus in. Ryuji sucks in a deep breath, reels back, and charges up the middle of the soldiers with a forceful grunt. Nice! He is able to break through the lines. Time to get nerdy boy’s sweet ass moving.

“I ain’t down for this shit! C’mon, we’re outta here!”

Unfortunately the knight he downed is tenacious. It gets back up behind him. Ryuji turns, but it’s too late. The hulking asshole takes a giant swing at him and connects with his stomach. All of the air leaves the blond’s lungs. God, this sucks! Just as he thought they could get outta here too… His knees give out from under him and he crumples to the ground. Water presses at his tear ducts. He hears a sudden clang.

The messy haired boy is knocking against one of the knights, trying to get through to him. This guy who seems so incapable of fighting is trying to save him. This makes his heart warm up, but it’s too late. There is no chance of him getting out of this. These guys are giant and he has no more energy to try and get through. Fuckin Kamoshida just looks so satisfied with himself. His companion is still on the outskirts though. He can still make it. If he can get this guy out of here, he can die without any regrets. Well, save for a couple. He really wishes that he would have asked him his name. He gives his companion a sad smile. Dream guy can get away. Maybe he’ll still think of him after he’s escaped. The thought is almost comforting.

“Just go! Get outta here…!” He’s still trying to fight them. God, please spare him.

“Oh? Running away, are we? What a heartless friend you are.”

Ryuji has to get this guy moving. There’s seriously no time left. If he doesn’t leave now, he’ll die. He can’t let the person that he’s supposed to be with die. Please, just leave. He has to think of something to make him go. Anything. He may have to be mean…he doesn’t want to, but that’s the only trick he has left to make him go.

“He ain’t a friend…”

It’s true, he doesn’t know anything about him other than what he’s seen in his dream. But he knows, he was supposed to be with him. Everything in his mind and body says so. Looks like he doesn’t get the luxury of having that happen though… He’s still fighting. Why? Why won’t he leave him!? Please… he’ll die! Dumbass, he doesn’t want this brave guy die for him! Tears spill down his cheeks. Anything but that! He’s too important. He’s all the blond has been allowed in this world now. Don’t die!

“C’mon! Hurry up and go!” Ryuji’s voice is choking and tears come in waves, blurring his vision.

“What’s the matter? Too scared to run away?” That bastard is taunting him. Don’t listen, just leave. There’s no point to this if he dies too.

”Hmph, pathetic scum isn’t worth my time…I’ll focus on this one’s execution.” Shit…well, it’s better that his focus is not on the brunet any more.

Ryuji stiffens as Kamoshida pushes through the knights. In a single fluid motion the older man yanks the blond from the ground and hoists him to his feet. He pulls back his fist and strikes Ryuji across the cheek. He keeps on punching him, throwing petty insults to punctuate the pain. Over and over again, he endures the blows. Nothing this asshole can do now can hurt quite as bad as what he’s already done. One powerful hit sends the blond back onto the ground. His world is spinning. Has dream guy gotten away? Please don’t say that he is still here watching this. Or even worse, that he’s being held captive by one of these tin can assheads.

“…Hmph. Where’d your energy from earlier go?” Kamoshida sneers down at Ryuji. He looks back with as much defiance as he can muster.

A knight grabs him by the blazer and tosses him. He rag dolls across the floor and hits hard against the cobblestone ground. Everything sends signals of pain shooting through his body. Why do these assholes have to toy with him for so long? It’s how he imagines a mouse feels when it’s in a cat’s clutches.

“I’ll have you killed right now.”

“Stop it!” Such a sweet sound. His companion is still here, but he really wishes that he had ran.

“Hm?” Kamoshida is turning his attentions onto the poor guy. Ryuji can hardly maintain a coherent thought. He struggles to try and get to Kamoshida before he gets any ideas of hurting the other boy.

“What…?Don’t you dare tell me you don’t know who I am.” Kamoshida gets right up into the brunet’s face and looks him over. The boy looks back with an immovable stare. In this moment, Ryuji almost feels himself swoon with how cool that guy looks. This is the worst time to feel this way. He still has to try and get this guy moving. He sees how rigid the asshole gym teacher is getting.

“That look in your eyes irritates me!” Kamoshida’s face contorts into an ugly frown, bearing gritting teeth. A menacing look forms in his golden eyes. He kicks the brunet into the wall.

“Hold him there…After the peasant, it’s his turn to die.”

The brunet scrambles to his feet and charges at Kamoshida. Two knights catch him though, slamming him hard back into the wall. This knocks the air straight out of him. His face looks desperate. Goddamn…Ryuji just wants to reach him. There’s nothing that either of them can do though. Kamoshida is almost on the blond again. His brown eyes meet with grey ones that seem to be dilating. Please…get away. “My decision wasn’t a mistake and neither is my desire to be by his side!”

Ryuji’s face takes on a deep flush. What is this guy saying? Does he know that they’re connected by a red string? He can hardly think. He has a hard time breathing as a knight hoists him against the wall by his throat. God, why couldn’t he have just said so earlier? He sees the knight draw back his sword. This is the end.

The brunet screams out in insurmountable pain. The entire room seems to stop. What is happening to him? The blond can see the boy thrashing violently against the wall and the grips of both knights. Tears are flowing down from grey eyes. His face twists in agony. The hell is happening to him?

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Everyone is taken aback by this.

Ryuji feels stunned by the force of his voice. He almost doesn’t feel the relief of the knight dropping him to the ground. He gasps for air in strained gulps.

“You desire to be killed that much…? Fine!”

A knight bashes its shield into the brunet’s face. His glasses go flying across the room. The two other knights cross their spears over his throat. Kamoshida watches this spectacle in a sick amusement. Ryuji feels so useless. His legs won’t hold him. All he can do is collapse against the wall and slide down to the floor. Kamoshida signals his executioner to cut the brunet down. No… Please, don’t kill him. A sudden burst of energy knocks back the executioner. His face… There’s a mask on his face?

Ryuji watches, helplessly as his companion feels out the mask. It seems like it is part of him, stuck to his skin like a shell. He grips it and rips it off ferociously. Ryuji winces at the sight of blood gushing from the brunet’s once pristine skin. After a moment, the blond is able to look into his face. Ryuji sucks in a breath. He looks exactly how he did in the dream, except instead of fearful eyes, this guy is…smiling. Ryuji should be afraid, but in this moment he is consumed by awe. A blue flame engulfs the boy and he can hear a manic laughter that doesn’t belong to him. The boy emerges in new clothes that fit tightly where they need to and a long black jacket. He wears a look of power and defiance. It sparks a fire inside of Ryuji’s chest. This is his red string. The red of blood. The red of flame. The red of passion. And this guy is his.

With a single motion, the creature behind him takes down all of the knights and sends Kamoshida cowering away. Even when they reanimate at Kamoshida’s orders, he is able to make them crumble away again. Awe is no longer the right word. The feeling is like staring into the heart of a storm. He’s terrifying and beautiful. As Kamoshida scurries away like the rat he is, the boy turns toward him. The monster fades away as he reaches out for Ryuji’s hand. He takes hold of it and lets himself get pulled up.

“What’s your name?” Both ask simultaneously.

“Ryuji. Sakamoto Ryuji…” The blond clings onto the brunet’s hand.

The brunet smiles and tears off his mask. The blood rushes down his face as he leans in close to Ryuji’s ear. A breath hitches in Ryuji’s throat. His heart is beating like crazy and his face reddens all the way to his neck. Gloved hands take him by the wrists and lightly push him back against the wall. Lips press to his own in an anxious kiss. He stiffens. It’s all consuming. His head is going fuzzy. This isn’t how he imagined his first kiss going. He feels the warm, sticky blood dripping onto his nose and cheeks. The brunet’s lips are moving in a more insistent manner. Ryuji can hardly keep up. His wrists are released in favor of arms wrapping around him and getting pulled flush against the mysterious boy’s body. His own arms drape around the boy’s waist. They both sink to the ground. The brunet parts from the blond, smiling at the face Ryuji is making. Saliva drips from the corner of his mouth and blood mixes with it. The boy takes off one of his red gloves and wipes the fluids away.

“Akira…” comes out as a breathy whisper.

“Eh?” Ryuji is still caught up in the fact that he just had his first kiss.

“Kurusu Akira. At last we finally meet.”

With that declaration, he plants a quick peck on Ryuji’s lips. Akira smiles as he gets back to his feet. He offers a hand to pull Ryuji back up. He easily pulls the blond to his feet and begins tugging him along.

“W-Wait, wait. What are we doin’?”

“Getting out of here, of course.” Akira’s laugh is like chimes that he hides behind the backs of his fingers. The cutest gesture Ryuji has ever seen a guy do. “Unless, of course, you’d rather stay here for our first date?”

Ryuji is speechless. This guy was so quiet before. Now he’s confidently declaring that they’re going to go on a date once they’re out of here. Not that he’ll complain about it. After all, they are connected by a red string of fate. He feels a new desire welling up in the pit of his stomach. If he’s going to stay by Akira’s side, he will find a way to fight alongside him too. Next time he wants to be the one that protects him. No matter what.

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American Gods Returns To BPAL!

++ AMERICAN GODS 2017

The paradigms were shifting. He could feel it. The old world, a world of infinite vastness and illimitable resources and future, was being confronted by something else-a web of energy, of opinions, of gulfs.

People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe. And then they will not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjurations. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe: and it is that belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen.

The mountaintop was an arena; he saw that immediately. And on each side of the arena he could see them arrayed.

They were too big. Everything was too big in that place.

There were old gods in that place: gods with skins the brown of old mushrooms, the pink of chicken flesh, the yellow of autumn leaves. Some were crazy and some were sane. Shadow recognized the old gods. He'd met them already, or he'd met others like them. There were ifrits and piskies, giants and dwarfs. He saw the woman he had met in the darkened bedroom in Rhode Island, saw the writhing green snake-coils of her hair. He saw Mama-ji, from the carousel, and there was blood on her hands and a smile on her face. He knew them all.

He recognized the new ones, too.

Neil Gaiman is the winner of numerous literary honors and is the New York Times bestselling author of The Ocean at the End of the Lane, American Gods, Neverwhere, Stardust and Anansi Boys; the Sandman series of graphic novels; three short story collections and one book of essays, The View From the Cheap Seats.

Neil is the first author to win both the Carnegie Medal and the Newbery Medal for one work, The Graveyard Book. He also writes books for readers of all ages including the novels Fortunately, the Milk and Odd and the Frost Giants and picture books including The Sleeper and the Spindle and the Chu's Day series. Neil's most recent publication, Norse Mythology has topped bestseller lists worldwide.

Originally from England, he now lives in the USA. He is listed in the Dictionary of Literary Biography as one of the top ten living post-modern writers, and he says he owes it all to reading the Writers' & Artists' Yearbook as a young man.

This series based on Neil Gaiman's American Gods, winner of the Hugo, Nebula, Locus, SFX Magazine and Bram Stoker Awards for Best Novel, and now a Starz television series.

Visit Neil's official site, American Gods at Starz, and NeverWear.

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Original American Gods art by Hugo-winner Julie Dillon.

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Believe

Shadow was in a dark place, and the thing staring at him wore a buffalo's head, rank and furry with huge wet eyes. Its body was a man's body, oiled and slick.

"Changes are coming," said the buffalo without moving its lips. "There are certain decisions that will have to be made." 

Firelight flickered from wet cave walls.

"Where am I?" Shadow asked.

"In the earth and under the earth," said the buffalo man. "You are where the forgotten wait." His eyes were liquid black marbles, and his voice was a rumble from beneath the world. He smelled like wet cow. "Believe," said the rumbling voice. "If you are to survive, you must believe."

"Believe what?" asked Shadow. "What should I believe?"

He stared at Shadow, the buffalo man, and he drew himself up huge, and his eyes filled with fire. He opened his spit-flecked buffalo mouth and it was red inside with the flames that burned inside him, under the earth.

"Everything," roared the buffalo man.

A scent of compression and release, of heat and faith, of plunging through the jet-shadowed darkness of uncertainty. The heart of the land: roots plunging ever deeper into thrumming black soil through the graves of faith, disillusion, and skepticism.

Bilquis

The Queen of Sheba, half-demon, they said, on her father's side, witch woman, wise woman, and queen, who ruled Sheba when Sheba was the richest land there ever was, when its spices and its gems and scented woods were taken by boat and camel-back to the corners of the earth, who was worshipped even when she was alive, worshipped as a living goddess by the wisest of kings, stands on the sidewalk of Sunset Boulevard at 2:00 A.M. staring blankly out at traffic like a slutty plastic bride on a black-and-neon wedding cake. She stands as if she owns the sidewalk and the night that surrounds her.

Honey, myrrh, lily of the valley, rose otto, fig leaf, almond, ambrette, red apple, and warm musk.

Black Hats

"So who were the guys that grabbed me in the parking lot? Mister Wood and Mister Stone? Who were they?" The lights of the car illuminated the winter landscape. Wednesday had announced that they were not to take freeways because he didn't know whose side the freeways were on, so Shadow was sticking to back roads. He didn't mind. He wasn't even sure that Wednesday was crazy.

Wednesday grunted. "Just spooks. Members of the opposition. Black hats."

"I think," said Shadow, "that they think they're the white hats."

"Of course they do. There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe that they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous."

"And you?" asked Shadow. "Why are you doing what you're doing?"

"Because I want to," said Wednesday. And then he grinned. "So that's all right."

Gunpowder residue, patent leather, pomade, and aftershave.

Coin Trick

Shadow had done three years in prison. He was big enough and looked don’t-fuck-with-me enough that his biggest problem was killing time. So he kept himself in shape, and taught himself coin tricks, and thought a lot about how much he loved his wife. 

 The best thing—in Shadow’s opinion, perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he’d plunged as low as he could plunge and he’d hit bottom. He didn’t worry that the man was going to get him, because the man had got him. He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, because yesterday had brought it.

Glittering gold and silver, rolling over knuckles - concealed in palms - and pulled from the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Eostre of the Dawn

There was a woman sitting on the grass, under a tree, with a paper tablecloth spread in front of her, and a variety of Tupperware dishes on the cloth.

She was-not fat, no, far from fat: what she was, a word that Shadow had never had cause to use until now, was curvaceous. Her hair was so fair that it was white, the kind of platinum-blonde tresses that should have belonged to a long-dead movie starlet, her lips were painted crimson, and she looked to be somewhere between twenty-five and fifty.

As they reached her she was selecting from a plate of deviled eggs. She looked up as Wednesday approached her, put down the egg she had chosen, and wiped her hand. "Hello, you old fraud," she said, but she smiled as she said it, and Wednesday bowed low, took her hand, and raised it to his lips.

He said, "You look divine."

"How the hell else should I look?" she demanded, sweetly. "Anyway, you're a liar. New Orleans was such a mistake-I put on, what, thirty pounds there? I swear. I knew I had to leave when I started to waddle. The tops of my thighs rub together when I walk now, can you believe that?" This last was addressed to Shadow. He had no idea what to say in reply, and felt a hot flush suffuse his face. The woman laughed delightedly. "He's blushing! Wednesday, my sweet, you brought me a blusher. How perfectly wonderful of you. What's he called?"

"This is Shadow," said Wednesday. He seemed to be enjoying Shadow's discomfort. "Shadow, say hello to Easter."

Jasmine and honeysuckle, sweet milk and female skin.

For the Joy of it

In prison Shadow had learned there were two kinds of fights: don't fuck with me fights, where you made it as showy and impressive as you could, and private fights, real fights, which were fast and hard and nasty, and always over in seconds.

"Hey, Sweeney," said Shadow, breathless, "why are we fighting?"

"For the joy of it," said Sweeney, sober now, or at least, no longer visibly drunk. "For the sheer unholy fucken delight of it. Can't you feel the joy in your own veins, rising like the sap in the springtime?" His lip was bleeding. So was Shadow's knuckle.

Whiskey, mead, honey, gold, sweat, and blood.

Glass Eye

"How'd you lose your eye?"

Wednesday shoveled half a dozen pieces of bacon into his mouth, chewed, wiped the fat from his lips with the back of his hand. "Didn't lose it," he said. "I still know exactly where it is."

The depths of Mímisbrunnr: mugwort and frankincense, grey amber and ash.

Laura

There was something he wanted to say to Laura, and he was prepared to wait until he knew what it was. The world slowly began to lose light and color. Shadow's feet were going numb, while his hands and face hurt from the cold. He burrowed his hands into his pockets for warmth, and his fingers closed about the gold coin.

He walked over to the grave.

"This is for you," he said.Several shovels of earth had been emptied onto the casket, but the hole was far from full. He threw the gold coin into the grave with Laura, then he pushed more earth into the hole, to hide the coin from acquisitive grave diggers. He brushed the earth from his hands and said, "Good night, Laura." Then he said, "I'm sorry."

Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight.

Low Key Lyesmith

"Cigarette, sir?"

"No, thank you."

"You don't mind if I do?"

"Go right ahead."

The driver used a Bic disposable lighter, and it was in the yellow light of the flame that Shadow saw the man's face, actually saw it for the first time, and recognized him, and began to understand.

Shadow knew that thin face. He knew that there would be close-cropped orange hair beneath the black driver's cap, cut close to the scalp. He knew that when the man's lips smiled they would crease into a network of rough scars.

"You're looking good, big guy," said the driver.

"Low Key?" Shadow stared at his old cellmate warily.

Prison friendships are good things: they get you through bad places and through dark times. But a prison friendship ends at the prison gates, and a prison friend who reappears in your life is at best a mixed blessing.

"Jesus. Low Key Lyesmith," said Shadow, and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-Smith."

"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.

Black clove and cassia flung onto glowing cinders and mingled with slow-dripping poisons.

Mad Sweeney

"Coin tricks is it?" asked Sweeney, his chin raising, his scruffy beard bristling. "Why, if it's coin tricks we're doing, watch this.

"He took an empty glass from the table. Then he reached out and took a large coin, golden and shining, from the air. He dropped it into the glass. He took another gold coin from the air and tossed it into the glass, where it clinked against the first. He took a coin from the candle flame of a candle on the wall, another from his beard, a third from Shadow's empty left hand, and dropped them, one by one, into the glass. Then he curled his fingrs over the glass, and blew hard, and several more golden coins dropped into the glass from his hand. He tipped the glass of sticky coins into his jacket pocket, and then tapped the pocket to show, unmistakably, that it was empty.

"There," he said. "That's a coin trick for you."

Barrel-aged whiskey and oak.

Mama-Ji

Shadow saw the old woman, her dark face pinched with age and disapproval, but behind her he saw something huge, a naked woman with skin as black as a new leather jacket, and lips and tongue the bright red of arterial blood. Around her neck were skulls, and her many hands held knives, and swords, and severed heads.

Spices, cardamom, nutmeg, and flowers.

Media

Waiting for them in front of the motel was a woman Shadow did not recognize. She was perfectly made-up, perfectly coiffed. She reminded him of every newscaster he'd ever seen on morning television sitting in a studio that didn't really resemble a living room.

"Lovely to see you," she said. "Now, you must be Czernobog. I've heard a lot about you. And you're Anansi, always up to mischief, eh? You jolly old man. And you, you must be Shadow. You've certainly led us a merry chase, haven't you?" A hand took his, pressed it firmly, looked him straight in the eye. "I'm Media. Good to meet you. I hope we can get this evening's business done as pleasantly as possible."

A news anchor's cologne, a soap star's perfume: perfect, pixelated, and glamorous; aglow with cathodes and anodes, coated with phosphor. "I offered you the world," she said. "When you're dying in a gutter, you remember that."

Mister Wednesday

His hair was a reddish gray; his beard, little more than stubble, was grayish red. A craggy, square face with pale gray eyes. The suit looked expensive, and was the color of melted vanilla ice cream. His tie was dark gray silk, and the tie pin was a tree, worked in silver: trunk, branches, and deep roots.

He held his glass of Jack Daniel's as they took off, and did not spill a drop.

Sleek cologne, the memory of a Nine Herbs Charm, gallows wood, and a splash of whiskey.

Mr. Czernobog

Shadow saw a gray-haired old Eastern-European immigrant, with a shabby raincoat and one iron-colored tooth, true. But he also saw a squat black thing, darker than the darkness that surrounded them, its eyes two burning coals; and he saw a prince, with long flowing black hair and a long black mustache, blood on his hands and his face, riding, naked but for a bear skin over his shoulder, on a creature half-man, half-beast, his face and torso blue-tattooed with swirls and spirals.

Unfiltered cigarettes, the leather and metal of sledgehammers, aortal blood slowly drying, and black incense.

Mr. Ibis

The smoke stung Shadow's eyes. He wiped the tears away with his hand, and, through the smoke, he thought he saw a tall man in a suit, with gold-rimmed spectacles. The smoke cleared and the boatman was once more a half-human creature with the head of a river bird.

Papyrus, vanilla flower, Egyptian musk, African musk, aloe ferox, white sandalwood.

Mr. Jacquel

Shadow looked up at the creature. "Mr. Jacquel?" he said.

The hands of Anubis came down, huge dark hands, and they picked Shadow up and brought him close.

The jackal head examined him with bright and glittering eyes; examined him as dispassionately as Mr. Jacquel had examined the dead girl on the slab. Shadow knew that all his faults, all his failings, all his weaknesses were being taken out and weighed and measured; that he was, in some way, being dissected, and sliced, and tasted.

We do not remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. All of the things that Shadow had done in his life of which he was not proud, all the things he wished he had done otherwise or left undone, came at him then in a swirling storm of guilt and regret and shame, and he had nowhere to hide from them. He was as naked and as open as a corpose on a table, and dark Anubis the jackal god was his prosector and his prosecutor and his persecutor.

"Please," said Shadow. "Please stop."

But the examination did not stop. Every lie he had ever told, every object he had stolen, every hurt he had inflicted on another person, all the little crimes and the tiny murders that make up the day, each of these things and more were extracted and held up to the light by the jackal-headed judge of the dead.

Golden amber, hyssop, North African patchouli, and embalming spices.

Shadow

"How the hell did you find me here?" he asked his dead wife.

She shook her head slowly, amused. "You shine like a beacon in a dark world," she told him. "It wasn't that hard..."

Grey oudh and bay rum luminous with amber.

Technical Boy

The fat young man at the other end of the stretch limo took a can of diet Coke from the cocktail bar and popped it open. He wore a long black coat, made of some silky material, and he appeared barely out of his teens: a spattering of acne glistened on one cheek. He smiled when he saw that Shadow was awake."Hello, Shadow," he said. "Don't fuck with me."

It's all about the dominant fucking paradigm, Shadow. Nothing else is important: vape smoke and burning electrical parts.

The Ifrit

The taxi driver comes out of the shower, wet, with a towel wrapped around his midsection. He is not wearing his sunglasses, and in the dim room his eyes burn with scarlet flames.

Salim blinks back tears. "I wish you could see what I see," he says.

"I do not grant wishes," whispers the ifrit, dropping his towel and pushing Salim gently, but irresistibly, down onto the bed.

Desert sand, red musk, blackened ginger, dragon's blood resin, black pepper, cinnamon, and tobacco.

The Norns' Farmhouse

The farmhouse was dark and shut up. The meadows were overgrown and seemed abandoned. The farm roof was crumbling at the back; it was covered in black plastic sheeting. They jolted over a ridge and Shadow saw it there.

It was silver-gray and it was higher than the farm-house. It was the most beautiful tree Shadow had ever seen: spectral and yet utterly real and almost perfectly symmetrical. It also looked instantly familiar: he wondered if he had dreamed it, then he realized that no, he had seen it before, or a representation of it man, many times. It was Wednesday's silver tie pin.

The VW bus jolted and bumped across the meadow, and it came to a stop about twenty feet from the trunk of the tree.

There were three women standing by the tree. At first glance Shadow thought they were the Zorya, but no, they were three women he did not know. They looked tired and bored, as if they had been standing there a long time. Each of them held a wooden ladder. The biggest also carried a brown sack. They looked like a set of Russian dolls: a tall one - she was Shadow's height, or even taller - a middle-sized one, and a woman so short and hunched that at first glance Shadow wrongly supposed her to be a child. They looked so much alike that Shadow was certain the women must be sisters.

The smallest of the women dropped to a curtsey when the bus drew up. The other two just stared. They were sharing a cigarette, and they smoked it down to the filter before one of them stubbed it out against a root.

Dusty, ancient wood, horehound, and sage, with viper's bugloss, mugwort, chamomile, nettle, apple blossom, chervil, and ashes.

Zorya Polunochnaya

Her hair was pale and colorless in the moon's thin light. She wore a white cotton nightgown, with a high lace neck and a hem that swept the ground. Shadow sat up, entirely awake. "You are Zorya Polu . . . ," he hesitated. "The sister who was asleep."

"I am Zorya Polunochnaya, yes. And you are called Shadow, yes? That was what Zorya Vechernyaya told me, when I woke."

"Yes. What were you looking at, out there?"

She looked at him, then she beckoned him to join her by the window. She turned her back while he pulled on his jeans. He walked over to her. It seemed a long walk, for such a small room.

He could not tell her age. Her skin was unlined, her eyes were dark, her lashes were long, her hair was to her waist and white. The moonlight drained colors into ghosts of themselves. She was taller than either of her sisters.

She pointed up into the night sky. "I was looking at that," she said, pointing to the Big Dipper. "See?"

"Ursa Major," he said. "The Great Bear."

"That is one way of looking at it," she said. "But it is not the way from where I come from. I am going to sit on the roof. Would you like to come with me?" 

Pale amber and ambergris, gossamer vanilla, moonflower, and white tobacco petals.

Zorya Utrennyaya

"Why you are standing at the door?" asked a woman's voice. Shadow looked over Czernobog's shoulder, at the old woman standing behind him. She was smaller and frailer than her sister, but her hair was long and still golden. "I am Zorya Utrennyaya," she said. "You must not stand there in the hall. You must go in, sit down. I will bring you coffee."

Sweet black coffee and a touch of ambrette seed.

Zorya Vechernyaya

"You see, I am the only one of us who brings in any money. The other two cannot make money fortune-telling. This is because they only tell the truth, and the truth is not what people want to hear. It is a bad thing, and it troubles people, so they do not come back. But I can lie to them, tell them what they want to hear. So I bring home the bread." 

Red musk and wild plum, orange blossom and jasmine, juniper berries, sweet incense and vetiver-laced sandalwood. ++ AMERICAN GODS 2017: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS 

Bone Orchard

Back in prison, Low Key Lyesmith had once referred to the little prison cemetery out behind the infirmary as the Bone Orchard, and the image had taken root in Shadow's mind. That night he had dreamed of an orchard under the moonlight, of skeletal white trees, their branches ending in bony hands, their roots going deep down into the graves. There was fruit that grew upon the trees in the bone orchard, in his dream, and there was something very disturbing about the fruit in the dream, but on waking he could no longer remember what strange fruit grew on the trees, nor why he found it so repellent.

Clacking white sandalwood bones, grave soil, and the bruise-purple fruits of death and decay.

Crocodile Bar

It was getting late. He was hungry, and when he realized how hungry he really was, he pulled off at the next exit and drove into the town of Nottamun (pop. 1301). He filled the gas tank at the Amoco and asked the bored woman at the cash register where he could get something to eat.

"Jack's Crocodile Bar," she told him. "It's west on County Road N."

"Crocodile Bar?"

"Yeah. Jack says they add character." She drew him a map on the back of a mauve flyer, which advertised a chicken roast for the benefit of a young girl who needed a new kidney. "He's got a couple of crocodiles, a snake, one a them big lizard things."

"An iguana?"

"That's him."Through the town, over a bridge, on for a couple of miles, and he stopped at a low, rectangular building with an illuminated Pabst sign.

The parking lot was half empty. Inside the air was thick with smoke and "Walking After Midnight" was playing on the jukebox. Shadow looked around for the crocodiles, but could not see them. He wondered if the woman in the gas station had been pulling his leg.

Cedar shavings, a swirl of booze, a flattened French fry, and barbeque sauce.

That’s it for now, everyone -- Don’t forget to see AMERICAN GODS shine on Starz starting April 30!

[ignisgayentia]

Hi I saw that you went to SWCO (I think that's the acronym for it) and was wondering did you or were you going to do a full post about everything? I just want to live vicariously through you while I read about it :)

oh!!! no i haven’t. but um i guess i can do it right here?? sound good maybe???

i only went for a single day ‘cause i just got back from another con in dallas and i was Tired™ but i just wanted to meet hayden and riz LMAO

alright LET ME JUST SAY this is the first convention that i had to show up at the fucken place at 5am. there was so many people i didn’t get into the building til 7am… then i had to wait 3 hours til the floor opened at 10am BUT THATS THE BAD PART HAHAHA

anyway, it was so fucken awesome!! i had a photo op with riz ahmed in like 10-20 mins so i couldn’t hang around and look at stuff, but there were SO MANY COOL THINGS!!! there were a bunch of different star wars designed cars - a bb8 car and a vader car (i linked my instagram) and so many other cool cars. lots of giant displays of sw stuff. huuuge screens of rogue one, a giant chewbacca funko pop, GIANT LIFE SIZE TIE FIGHTER, LIFE SIZE LEGOS 

anyway i had to go right to my photo ops. first was riz. riz was SOOOO FUCKING CUTE!!!! i had to make sure he was ok with hugs (bc i wouldn’t want them to ever feel uncomfy) and he was like ‘OF COURSE I AM’ and WE WRAPPED OUR ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER and my mind kinda blanked after that (HE SMELLED GOOD THO JUST SAYIN)

next was hayden, told that story a bunch on here - he’s such a sweetie, he thought i meant i wanted a hug before my photo op instead of during LOL but i’ll never forget his FACE BURIED IN MY NECK.. i could feel his breath against my neck LMAO SO.. HE GIVES SUCH GOOD HUGS!!! and after my photo i thanked him and told him i loved him and he bLUSHED and it was so cute he’s such a shy babe!!! but like once u talk to him he kinda opens up he’s a real sweetheart. i will neVER FORGET when i asked for a hug he really deeply was like ‘oH SURE’ and oh man lmao the eight year old in me was like MARRY HIM ARI

AFTER that i couldn’t line up for my riz autograph yet so i decided to explore a bit more. there were huge lego booths with star wars screens, huge funko pop booths with all the star wars exclusives, and the last jedi panel just got out where they showed the trailer for the first time AND EVERYONE WHO ATTENDED WERE CARRYING THESE LAST JEDI POSTERS AND I WANTED ONE SO BAD OH MAN. if you go on my twitter and instagram u can find some pics from stuff!!

THEEEEN i had to get in line to get my autograph for riz. i wasn’t originally going to spend the money on it, but bodhi is my girlfriend’s fav character from rogue one and i felt bad she couldn’t attend… so I BOUGHT HER ONE. i told riz that my gf loVED bodhi and couldn’t come and so i got her an extra autograph. he GRINNED SO BIG and was like “awwwwwwwwww!!!! tell her i said hello!!!” i got sidetracked from his voice holy shit. and i got my photo op signed by him, and he smiled at it and it was sO FUCKING CUTE GOD he’s really attractive rest in peace me.

AFTER THAT the rest of the day was mine to explore..i didn’t attend any panels bc the system for panel attendance for swc is really stressful u have to get wristbands at like 5am. but I BOUGHT AHSOKA FUNKO POP AND SOME REALLY COOL ART (LOOK HOW ANGSTY IT IS) and spent the rest of the day kinda chilling and shopping around like the sw trash i am. i visited the disney booth (which was so cool??? oh man.. the booth kinda looked like yavin 4 lmao) and got this really cool 40th anniversary shirt

PEOPLE WERE SO NICE AND GENTLE and people called me pretty and cute and gorgeous and were really tender!!! and the cosplayers were AMAZING, so many mandalorians and kylo rens HAHAHa. if ur into sw rebels - i saw the coolest hera and kanan cosplays it was so ACCURATE

BONUS: i didn’t meet mark hamill at swc but i met him two weeks ago, i can tell u the story about that!!! i paid 500 dollars to get this fancy mark hamill vip package and I GOT A PHOTO WITH HIM… and i was really shy bc holy shit mark hamill… and i was like ‘is it ok if we hug?’ and he was so excited and was like ‘ABSOLUTELY!!!!’ and pulled me in close and my CHEEK TOUCHED HIS AND HE WAS ABSOLUTELY THE SWEETEST

then i got mark’s autograph and i was nervous ‘cause i had NO IDEA what to say to him but he got me covered, he talked so much i didn’t even have to say anything, and he was really down to earth and treated me like he was my friend instead of a fan, he signed my photo op and i LOOOOVE THE PIC (in case ya haven’t seen it). he was talking about vaudeville???? and giving me random facts about things before i left it was adorable.

and his panel was G R E A T he always has the coolest stories!!! told us about how he didn’t know everyone (SPOILER ALERT) died in rogue one and gareth edwards told him right on set of rogue one when he visited, and he legit SCREAMED ABOUT IT LMAO. did his ~*dramatic luke pose~* (i put it on twitter here) and talked about carrie a lot here and here

ANYWAY THAT WAS PROBABLY WAY MORE DETAIL THAN U WANTED SO………… BYE LMAO

[viiixxviimmxvi]

When We Met Again. . .

Part 6 :

Summary: You couldn’t believe Namjoon dragged you to the last place you wanna be . . your old High School. It was your high school reunion but you especially didn’t wanna go because you didn’t wanna run into the boy that teased and bullied you all the cruel 4 years of High School, but you have changed since then. . when he saw you again everything changed. .

A/n: Sorry guys I have been busy and trying to update a soon as possible. This writer's block has been killing, but anyways I just hope you enjoy I have been working very hard on this, so enjoy loves. :) xoxo, Anais

Pairing: BTS’s Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 2,206 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

MasterList

Previously. . . 

The moment you said that, everything stopped. Your heart, your senses, your entire life.

*SCREEEEEEEEEEECH! BANG!*

Everyone in the store ran outside including you.

The faster you ran, the slower it felt. You didn’t care about your hair or clothes, or anything. The only thing you wanted was to be in the warm arms of your mother.

Your jaw dropped, your eyes wide open. You fell to cold, wet ground and cried.

“MOM!! NO, PLEASE, NOT YOU! AAAGHHHH! No… please… anyone but you. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I-I’m…so…sorry.” You laid there crying your heart out, as strangers passed by staring at you like you were crazy.

Your clothes were now stained with your own mother’s blood. Your hands and knees were covered in broken glass. You looked up. Your mom, lifeless and cold, was hanging out of the car with blood streaming down her colorless face. Not only was her life over, so was yours. You’d rather be dead than live the next four years of your life.

~ . ~ 

*BRRRR.* Your phone buzzed. Who would be texting me at this hour?

“Hey it’s me, Yoongi. I just wanted to apologise for. . You know, being a dick. . . I’m sorry.”

You were in total shock. How could he possibly get my number if I didn’t talk to him the entire night? You laid in your bed for a second to process everything that happened that night, including his text.

You were choosing between replying to him or just ignoring it and pretending he got the wrong number. You decided that you were going to ignore it, but as you were about to put your phone down.

*BZZZZ* Your phone buzzed again.

“Y/n, I know that you’re ignoring me. I can see that you read my message. .  I know this is your number because Namjoon gave it to me.”

You felt betrayed that your own best friend sold you out and gave Yoongi your number. You wondered why he’d give your number to Yoongi rather than giving it to his other cute friends. You were gonna kill Namjoon tomorrow.

“I don’t need your apology nor will I forgive you, so stop texting me. Don’t even try contacting me again. Bye!” you texted angrily.

You couldn’t believe that Yoongi tried to contact you and say sorry after all these years, but you couldn’t forgive him. It would’ve just been a mistake like back then in high school. You could never trust him again. . . even if you wanted to.

You couldn’t let yourself. .

~ . ~

A few days passed since the reunion and the Yoongi incident. He stopped with that last text, but it didn’t mean you weren’t thinking about it. You just shook it off,  knowing you would never see him again. You made it four years without seeing him. How could this be any different.

You were woken up by the buzz of your phone. *BZZZ.* You grabbed your glasses from your nightstand and put the frames on your face. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and looked at who could’ve possibly texted you this early. As your vision cleared up, messages from Namjoon filled your screen.

Namjoon: “Y/N, I just made a new track, come by the studio and listen to it.”

                  “ I need your opinion please.”

The rest of the messages consisted of his excitement and anxiousness, constantly being repeated.

Y/N: “Ugh, fine. . I’ll be there later today.”

After replying to Namjoon, you put your phone down and almost fell  back asleep, but your phone buzzed again. *BZZZ*

You sighed and grabbed your phone again and rolled your eyes. It was another text from Namjoon.

Namjoon: “Y/N! I mean now!”

                 “Not ‘later’ like in an hour. Now!”

                 “Get your lazy butt out of bed.”

You glared at your phone, wishing that Namjoon could telepathically know how tired you were.

Namjoon: “Y/N, don’t you dare look at my messages that way.” 

                “Even though I’m not there with you, I know that you’d glare at me.”

Y/N: “Ughhh. Fine.”

         “You better pay for breakfast.”

Namjoon: “Fine, but you have to be here in under an hour. Got it?!”

You agreed and sluggishly got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to do your morning routine and to take a quick shower. You got out of the shower and went back into your room to pick out an outfit. (This is your outfit) Right before you left the house, you ran some mascara though your lashes, lined your eyes, and put on a lip tint.

When you were done with everything, you began walking to the Bighit building. You walked inside the building casually, knowing everyone knew you in the building since Namjoon always brings you around.

While walking through the building, you greeted everyone passing by until you finally made it to the studio and opened the door. You saw three heads facing the control panels as you cleared your throat.

Namjoon first turned his head and his cute little dimples popped up. He got up out of his seat and hugged you, “Wow, you made it on time,” he teased. You then punch him on the shoulder.

“Ha-ha-ha, you’re really funny, says the one that’s always breaking things.” You teased back as you let go of Namjoon. *cough* “God of destruction.”

“Hi little sister.” a familiar voice said.

As you examined the room to find whose voice it belong to, you saw him standing up from the couch. . It was your big brother Jin.

You had the largest smile on your face while you ran towards Jin and wrapped your arms around his neck while he pulled you into headlock.

“Oppa! I didn’t know you were back!” you said while wrestling your way out of his loving, yet deadly headlock.

You were so happy to see your big brother since you haven’t seen him in a while because he was traveling for work recently.

“I just came back last night.” he said with a grin. “I was gonna call you to make plans, but Namjoon called me to work on a collaboration with them.”

“Them?” your eyebrows knitted out of confusion.

“Yeah, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, Yoongi and me.” Jin said.

You were in shock when you heard Yoongi’s name. Why him?. . You thought.

“H-hi Y/N.” a deep voice said that pulled you out of your thoughts. It belonged to the other person that was in the room. You didn’t get a glimpse of his face until you turned around and faced the devil himself. . Damm fucken Min Yoongi. . .

You stood there in complete silence.

As the tension built up, it became more awkward, but Namjoon broke the silence.

“Um so anyways we should get back to work then.” he said with his signature smile.

“Yeah, we should.” Jin said with his princess smile.

Jin then turned to you, “Come on Y/N sit with me so we can catch up.”

You smiled at him, then he lead you towards the couch in the middle of the room. Once we sat down you saw a good view of all the control panels and the backs of Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s heads.

Then the music started playing and it wasn’t something you were expecting to hear. Your eyes went wide and once you got the feel of the music you started nodding your head to the beat.

Once it ended you hopped off the couch and ran towards Namjoon wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. You then sat on Namjoon’s lap while hugging him.

“Oh my god! That was not what I was expecting at all!” You yelled with a huge smile on your face  

~

Yoongi’s POV

I sat there in silence when Y/n came in, but when she made that remark about Namjoon I couldn’t help but smile knowing it was so true that he was always breaking things.

~

“H-hi Y/N.” I said nervously.

She turned around then stared at me with shock.

Why isn’t she talking. . It was starting to get really uncomfortable. . I wish I didn’t come. . I was scrolling myself. .  Until Namjoon decided to the break the silence.  

“Um so anyways we should get back to work then.” he said then sat next to me.

Namjoon then began playing the track we were working on.

As I shut my eyes and nodded my head to the rhythm of the music, I then began reciting the lyrics in the song.

The song ended and we haven’t heard from Jin and Y/N, until I felt a huge breeze past by my body. As I looked up it was Y/N sitting on Namjoon lap and wrapped her arms around his neck with an amazed looked.

I felt my blood boiling. . What the efff is wrong with me? .

I began to grin knowing how excited Y/N is.

“Oh my god! That was not what I was expecting at all!” Y/N yelled out.

It startled me, but it made me happy that she liked the song we’ve been working on.

“Who came up with the sick beat?”

Namjoon has a smirk on his face, “Oh, Yoongi did.”

Y/N then turned to me, “What?! Really?” She said surprisingly

“Yeah, he's been working really hard with our collaboration,” Jin said as he walked toward me and patted my shoulder.  

She was in complete shock that I worked hard for the collaboration. I couldn’t blame her for being surprised, but I’m not the same guy I was back in high school.

“Well, I'm starving!” Jin said as he rubbed his tummy.

“Same!” Namjoon yelled.

“Okay, let’s go get something to eat,” Jin said. “But we should invite everyone else.”

“Okay I will hit them up and tell them to meet us at the cafe.” Namjoon said.

*BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ*

Namjoon’s phone was ringing off the hook because of the boys.

“Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung need me to pick them up from Jimin’s  house.” Namjoon said.

“Oh let me go with you I need to pick up some things from Jimin’s.” Jin said.

“Okay let’s go.” Namjoon said, “Yoongi do you mind taking Y/N and meet us there?”

What !?

~

Y/N’s POV

WHAT!?! I’m gonna be in a car with Min effen Yoongi !?

“Wait! What!?” you yelled, but before you could protest to them, your brother Jin and your best friend Namjoon already ran out of the door.

You began to stare at the door hoping they were playing a cruel joke on you, but they never came back.  

Yoongi coughed, “Um we should get going.” he said as he stood up from his chair.

You just stared at him, then followed him from behind leaving the studio. You kept a far distance from him like he had a nasty virus. The walk was completely silent and awkward.

As you followed Yoongi towards a black sports car, you then stopped in your tracks. He began to make his way towards the driver sit until he notices you were making your way in the passenger seat.

“Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna hop in?” he said.

You then rolled your eyes then made your way towards the back seat.

Yoongi then chuckled, “You know I don’t bite.”

“Oh I know, I just don’t wanna give people the wrong impression that I like you. Plus, this way if anyone does see us, then it will look like you are my driver.” you spit out.  

Yoongi became silent and probably gave you a death stare. He then started the engine and began driving. The drive was silent even though he was playing music.  

You were looking through the window as you were listening to the music. It was a good track so you bobbed your head to the music.

As the car comes to a complete stop, you noticed a familiar car. You unbuckled your seatbelt then left the car. You were about to head inside the cafe until you felt a pair hands covering your eyes. You place your hands on the stranger’s hand, “Hey there beautiful. Haven’t I met you before?” the familiar voice whispered in your ear.

A huge smile was plastered on your face. He then let his hands loose from your face. You turned around to face the handsome face.

“Kookie. You didn’t tell me you were back.” You said with a little pout.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you, babe.” Jungkook said with a grin.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, got on your tippy toes, then placed a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m so happy your back.” You said.

“I’m glad I'm back too.” Jungkook said.

He then placed his arm around your shoulder and was about to walk in the restaurant until someone yelled out, “Jungkookie!”

You both turned around to see Yoongi and the rest of the boys, “Hey Hyungs.”

“I see the two of you are having a good reunion.” Jin said.

Jungkook and you chuckled.

“Alright let’s go inside and grub.” Namjoon said as he places his arms around Jungkook and your neck.

We all began to walk inside.

~

Yoongi’s POV

As Y/N and I were in the car, it was dead silent so, I decided to play my mixtapes. I was looking through the rearview mirror when I saw Y/N enjoying my music. A huge smile spread across my face.  

As we finally arrived at the restaurant. I was slowly getting out of the car till I felt a huge slam.  As I turned around to the back seat Y/N was gone. I looked outside in a panic to see a man covering Y/N’s eyes. I was gonna beat that random ass guy till Y/N turned around and kissed him on the cheek then saw it was Jungkook.

Are they together?

Why do I suddenly feeling all this rage. .

What’s wrong with me. .

As we all began walking inside the restaurant, Jungkook held the door while everyone walked inside one by one, but when it came to my turn Jungkook has a smirk on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes .

What the hell is his problem?

To Be Continued... :)