#someone drove their car through a red light and into me today!

[dykegeology]

Strange and objectively very funny thing about anxiety disorders is the complete lack proportion about what things make you Scared™. In the middle of a car crash like '🧘‍♂️ oh interesting. so that's what airbags look like 😌. I better find somewhere good to pull over. hopefully the car continues functioning until I get to somewhere out of the way of other vehicles 🧘‍♂️' meanwhile 2 days earlier one of my housemates used a stirring spoon I had just used and was like 'FUCK. WHAT IF I DIDN'T WASH IT PROPERLY. WHAT IF I GOT LYSSAVIRUS (australian rabies) FROM THE BATS AND I LEFT LYSSAVIRUS GERMS ON THE STIRRING SPOON. I PROBABLY DID THAT!! *endocrine system makes it so I can't breathe* OH MY GOD I HAVE JUST KILLED MY HOUSEMATES PROBABLY. I AM THE TYPHOID MARY OF RABIES.'

[unabashegirl]

Different 9 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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“What are you doing here?” She looked impeccable, straight out of the shower. She smelled deliciously good, and her hair looked so soft that he just wanted to reach over and run his fingers through it. She wore a turtleneck sweater and some striped pants.

“I wanted to take you out on a date” Y/N shrugged like it was no big deal. Even though she had done multiple things to get a hold of his schedule and location. Y/N might have even gone to the extent of bribing someone in the dean's office. She was simply happy that she could flirt her way out of things, but Harry didn’t need to know.

“Where are we going” He laughed softly, taking his backpack off and placing it on the backseat of the car.

“Up north” She stated, “But first some coffee” Y/N pulled into a Starbucks in hopes of convincing him that Starbucks was worth his time and money.

“Absolutely not. It’s shit” Y/N loved how easily he noticed what she was trying to do. “it’s overpriced”. Harry shook his head noticing how she stuck her tongue out as she concentrated on not hitting the curb in the drive-through. He found it extremely adorable.

“Just try something.” She insisted, reaching back for her wallet. “If you don’t like it. I won’t insist again” Harry raised an eyebrow at her and pursed his lips as he considered it. “For me” was the last thing she needed to add to get him to order something off the menu.

“Don’t you have class today?” Harry asked her as they waited for their drinks.

“Maybe. maybe not” In truth she did have a presentation but had spoken with her professor and had submitted everything beforehand. “That’s not something you need to worry about” she added as she lowered down her window to receive the drinks.

If there was something that Harry was thankful for, it was Y/N’s music taste. The whole ride, they listened to ABBA, Tracy Chapman, Mazzy Star, and Fleetwood Mac. It was quite comforting for him to know that he never had to pretend to like what most American college students do and that he could pay whatever he liked, and she would like it too.

“How had your day been? She asked interrupting the comfortable silence that had settled in the car.

“Like any other” he shrugged, reaching out for her hand to take. “Yours?” Harry asked as he pulled into a red light. She leaned over, gripped his chin with her tiny hands, and pulled him into a soft kiss. They are abruptly interrupted by the honking of the cars behind her.

“Fun” She laughed and pushed on the gas. “Would you like to drive?” She offered, “You have a license right?” Y/N looked over her rearview mirror as she turned the light to change lanes.

“Of course, but are you sure?” He had never driven anyone’s car aside from his father’s, and it wasn’t as nice as Y/N’s.

“Yeah,” she smiled at him quickly as she pulled to the side of the road. It was the perfect time to do it before getting on the highway. She quickly got out of the car after parking it “You just follow the GPS” she said watching him, rearranging the distance from the steering wheel and pedals. “This is so much nicer” She slipped off her sneakers and got comfortable.

“Do you not like to drive?” He asked as he got familiar with everything in the car before getting back on the road.

“Not really. I like to be the passenger.” Y/N honestly just drove for convenience and because she had to, but she would not drive. Also, her father had bought her a car and she could leave it in the garage just because. “Plus, I get to pay more attention to you and kiss you when I please.” Harry laughed as he started feeling more comfortable driving her car as time went by. “There is a party this weekend” she commented as she looked through the messages. “Would you like to come with me?” She asked between songs.

Y/N could tell how tense he instantly got. Harry hated social rendezvous. He hated how they made him feel and how people always stared at him like he was out of place.

“We could always stay in and watch some movies and stuff.”

“No. I’ll go with you.” He sharply said, “I know you want to go and see your friends.” Harry knew that before him, Y/N attended parties and spent lots of time with her closest friends. He couldn’t except for her to dump her friends just because of him. “Where are we going?” He laughed, seeing that they still had 30 minutes to go.

“I am not telling you” Y/N decided to drop the subject even though she could see how uncomfortable he was. She would just ask him again on the day of the party.

“I feel like you’ve kidnapped me.”

“If I wanted to. I would have already done so.” Harry laughed, “I just hope you like it.” She was nervous. It had been a long time since she had gone out of her way to plan a date for someone. Hell! It had been a long time since she had cared for someone so deeply.

The couple allowed silence to settle in as they admired the colorful sky and how the sunset on the horizon. Harry noticed how there were only ten minutes left until they arrived at their destination. He sat up straighter, eager to arrive and reveal the surprise.

“I am nervous” She revealed, which only made Harry smile. “What if you hate it? And don’t like it?” Harry watched her fiddle her fingers from the corner of his eye. He reached out and held her hands understanding how overwhelming it could make someone feel.

“I’m going to love it because you planned for it and because it means you want to spend time with me” He explained, just as he pulled into a large field with lots of other cars. It took him a few minutes, to realize that it was a drive-in movie since the screen hadn’t been blown up yet. “I swear I’ve only seen this in American movies” he laughed, overly excited.

“Do you like it?” Y/N asked as they waited to be greeted and guided to their spot.

“I love it. very creative” He leaned over and pecked her lips. “Thank you”.

Harry parked the car in a small spot between two others that had arrived before them. Y/N was the first out of the car to open the trunk.

‘I’ve packed a few snacks and drinks and some blankets” He watched her say from the rearview mirror as he turned off the engine. “I mean this isn’t a trunk, but I think everything might work” she added, unloading the car.

“Let me help you” Y/N unpacked a few bedsheets and covered the trunk with them, followed by a comforter to make sitting less uncomfortable. Then she processed to carefully place pillows for their heads and backs. “Look at the screen!” It was finally dark enough for the screen to be blown up and for the projector to be turned on.

“It’s massive” He pointed out as he watched her struggle to get on the trunk. “Need a hand?” He chuckled.

“No” She sharply said, rolling her eyes at him, trying to hide her smile from him. Y/N threw her leg over and rolled the rest of her body into the trunk. Her father had insisted on high tires for the winter, and she had agreed instead of being realistic about the daily struggles that her height brought her.

Harry on the other hand, barely had to lift himself off the floor.

“Are you comfortable? Would you like another pillow?” She asked him, stretching a blanket over their bodies.

“Very”

“Alright, so this is the menu for tonight” She had prepared tacos for the occasion, aside from making popcorn and bringing chips with salsa and sweets.

“How did you manage to plan all of this?” Harry asked in awe after she had unwrapped all the food and drinks.

“I’ve got my ways” She shrugged, “I am just glad that everything went according to plan”.

“You are something is Y/N,” he said to her as he watched her prepare him a plate. They finished eating before the movie started. “What movie is it?” He asked as he pulled her in between his legs.

“I assume you’ve watched it before. If not, then you should get your nationality revoked” she said just as Harry Potter’s notorious soundtrack started playing.

“Great choice, darlin” He whispered, kissing her cheek, and pulling the blanket tighter around them. Y/N beamed with happiness and tried her best to concentrate on the big screen before her.

Chapter 10

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do one for Checo with wife reader? He's not getting enough love. Just something fluff and romantic. You decide how it goes. Thanks!!

No es suficiente! Sergio Perez x ActressWife! Reader

Plot: Sergio having just married you wanted to show you of in the Red Bull Garage, but you feel so happy to be back after being so busy in your own career that everyone is dying to talk to you and someone gets a little jealous.

It was your first time back in the paddock for around a year. You'd been away for a large period of time, between filming for an up and coming blockbuster and being in an ongoing TV show you had a tight schedule and only was able to see your husband when he had breaks.

He helped you scan your paddock pass and then placed a gentle hand on the small of your back.

"Are you excited?" he asks you as he looked over to you, the media noticed the pair of you walk through and were quick to snap pictures of your return to the paddock.

"Yes, I cannot wait to see everyone! I haven't seen Lance or Max in ages!" You admit, knowing you hadn’t really seen his friends in a while.

“Good!”

Before you know it you’ve been thrusted back into the world of F1, all the cameras and the people wanting to talk, the smells coming from the hospitalities and the cars. It was an introverts nightmare.

However, Sergio always knew you were a people person despite your social battery draining quicker than most people’s. You loved the hustle and bustle life that came with being on track and with Sergio.

Whether you were off chatting to Will Buxton about his latest Drive to Survive meme, or hunting down Crofty timo interrupt his grid walk, or chatting to the mechanics in the garage about the car, to finalise it all up speaking with Christian about Max and Sergio.

Today was a little different, you were feeling anxious where it was your first day back in a while. However the minute you and your husband walked into the garage he’d been whisked away along with Max by their race engineers towards the big bosses office.

You and Kelly not having seen each other in so long decided it would be nice considering it was media day and there was no actual racing if you guys rounded up some of the other wags and did a little shopping.

You guys ventured from Red Bull to some of the other paddocks on the hunt for the other girlies. You stumbled upon Lily, Alexandra, Rebecca and Kika who all decided they were down for some shopping to save the boredom that was media day.

You guys hit Milan central getting a train down from Monza. There were some fans around who excitedly asked for pictures. You guys all obliged before getting on with the day and going into the different high end stores.

By the end, you guys had taken the phrase ‘shop till you drop’ far to literally. You all travelled back to the hotel that you were staying in courtesy of the team in which their partner drove for. The bags were placed on the coffee table and sofa in the living area of the room.

Kelly had a separate room for her and P because she was doing a fashion show in Milan on the Monday and Tuesday after the races, so she had a lot of cases with her because of the clothes and shoes and just general space she would need. So when she invited you back for a girlie sleepover with her and P you couldn’t decline.

Sending a quick text to your husband who was still at the racetrack you left the room straight to Kelly’s which was only a few doors down. P answered the door which to Kelly’s dismay who was currently in the bathroom taking her makeup off before she could even get to the door.

“We don’t answer the door, it could have been a stranger Penelope!” She lightly scolds, the younger girl not caring to much and pulling you into a hug.

“Awwww hello P” you sigh hugging her back beofre picking her up and placing her on your hip.

“Are you going to let me do your hair tonight while we watch a Disney movie!” You ask and Ps eyes light up with excitement.

“Let me guess, the little mermaid?” You ask her and she nods furiously going towards the controller in the room to pull up what you assumed would be Disney +.

You spent the rest of the night with the daughter mother duo, doing facials, watching films and ordering an obscene amount of desserts from room service.

The next day you woke up and went to your room to see if Sergio would join you for breakfast but the room was empty, bed all screwed up and unmade showing you your husband had in fact come home last night.

You sit alone for breakfast which was nice, just to be able to think on your own thoughts for some time. Most of them being about your new movie, or the TV show and how to develop your character.

You took and Uber to the race track not wanting to be rudely late for FP1, wanting to support your husband. As you got there, running through the paddocks gates and mumbling profanities at the electronic gate which wouldn’t let you in after 4 attempts on your pass, you spotted Sergio.

“Hola, good night with Kelly?” He smiles at you, kissing your cheek lightly. You nod and open your mouth about to say something but his race engineer calls out for him pointing towards the garage entrance.

“Go, don’t want to be late on the job now!” You home and he just laughs lightly shaking his head before turning away and running out the the garage where his car was.

You stood with Kelly watching your boys drive. It felt like forever that Sergio was in the car, but again the minute he got out he was whisked away to a debrief with what went wrong with the car.

That was how the rest of the weekend went, whenever you had free time it felt like he was being taken away for important meeting, interviews and various media commitments and when he was free you were either on the phone with work or had organised to do something with the girls because you thought he was busy at that time but due to scheduling mixups he was actually free and refused to let you cancel on the girls.

It got to Sunday night after the race. Sergio had come in P2 behind Max and with Carlos just behind him. He’d had a great drive and you couldn’t have been prouder to celebrate his podium with him.

You were in the hotel room together, you’d just gotten out the shower and into night wear, he was laying on the bed, in his pijama pants and shirtless like normal.

You jumped onto the bed curling up into his side pulling him so as much as your skin was touching his.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages mi amor” you voice before tilting your head that was laying in his chest to look up up him.

“Mmmmm No es suficiente!” He mumbles looking down at you. (It’s not sufficient!)

“What isn’t?” You ask perplexed.

“The time I had with you this weekend, not enough of it. I brought you here to spend more time with you and everyone didn’t want to see us together” he sighs pulling you closer with a pout on his face. On camera your husband didn’t seem like the clingy type but boy of boy was he.

“Argh you big baby, I’m not filming for another 5 weeks so your stuck with me all this time. This week was just unfortunate” you smile pulling him into a soft kiss which he quickly returns.

“God I missed this, just you” he smiles softly before pulling you into another kiss.

“Is this making up for it?” You offer smirking slightly knowing now that you were giving him the attention he was craving he was happy.

“Mmm im considering kidnapping you, so you have to spend all your time with me!” He groans pulling you over so your straddling him and laying in his chest on top of him.

“But who will be the lead in your current favourite TV show?” You gasp playfully.

“No way! Ellen Pompeo is leaving Greys?” He teases, knowing it would tule you up. You slap his shoulder lightly looking down at him.

“Mmmm im sure they could find someone to replace you if I kept you all for myself!” He teases again and you laugh this time.

“Mmmm and I’m sure if I kidnapped you Red Bull would too!” You tease back and he gasps in mock shock hand to his chest.

“Well seeing as we both seem to be staying respectively in our professions… I suggest we order room service!” You smile again, pulling him in for a kiss. He nods, rolling you off and getting up towards where the phone is on the desk. You watch as he used his hands to motion around as he talks to the receptionist on the phone.

You were so completely and utterly in love.

A/N: short and sweet! Hope you enjoy!

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[janeyseymour]

Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)- pt 2

After some pushback from the first, I knew I had to write a second part, and quick. this should placate most of you.

Summary: the aftermath.

Part 1.

WC: 2.25k

tags: @lakita-fisher @weeeeeeeeee3 @lilsmeaux @@morgana-larkin

You somehow make it home unscathed- you could barely see as you drove through your tears, your breakup playlist on full blast. You guess you’re officially done. With Melissa already having a new woman, you wonder just how much you ever even meant to her.

As soon as you’re pulling into your spot, the waterworks hit in full- as if they weren’t already. You rip off the jersey and hat that you wore out, not caring where they land as you throw them into your front room. You had bought a bottle of wine to share with the redhead that you fell madly in love with to celebrate getting back together, and hopefully a big win, but now that seems wrong to drink on your own. You reach for the vodka instead.

You don’t show to school the next day, calling out claiming that you’re sick. And you are. Your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible, and your hangover is killer. You spend the morning laying in bed, eyes rimmed red. The redness won’t be going away any time soon.

Melissa saunters into the school, happy that she hasn’t seen your car in the parking lot, and doing a little dance because her team won. She’s also quite happy that she was able to rebound with last night- even if she didn’t particularly enjoy the woman that she spent her time with. She much rather would’ve spent time with you, but… you were… are a Cowboys fan.

“Someone’s happy,” Barbara chuckles. She thinks she knows why. “Did you have a good night at the game?”

“I did!” Melissa grins. “I took this girl I met at the bar, and-”

The kindergarten teacher’s face drops. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to let the ticket I had for Y/N go to waste,” the redhead shrugs. “So I asked Lena if she wanted to go with me to heckle the Cowgirls fans.”

“Oh no,” Barbara whispers. “Oh, no. no. no.”

“What? I figured after Y/N and I, I should get myself back out there.”

“No,” Barbara states again with fire. “Oh good god.”

“What?! What, Barb?”

“I- I have to go make a call,” the kindergarten teacher grabs her coffee mug and heads out quickly. She closes her classroom door as she dials your number.

Your phone starts ringing far too loudly, and you groan. You glance at it and see Barbara’s contact picture light up.

“Hello?” you groan into the phone, just barely sitting up. Your voice is rough, both from the tears and the fact that you haven’t spoken since last night.

“Sweetheart,” your coworker whispers to you. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Home,” you grumble. “Sick.”

The kindergarten teacher frowns. “Sick? Lovesick?”

“Heartbroken,” you whisper, voice cracking slightly. “She was there with someone else. You knew, didn’t you?”

“Y/N, dear,” Barb sighs quietly. “If I had known that she was talking to someone else, I never would’ve told you to go for it. In fact, when she came in dancing today I thought it was because the two of you got back together.”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “She had her tongue down someone else’s throat.”

“Honey, I am so sorry,” the woman tells you softly.

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her genuinely. “You didn’t do anything wrong but try to help me.”

“Can I do anything else for you?” Barbara asks.

You sigh. “Just… when I come back to work tomorrow, pretend I was sick? I don’t feel like having Janine jump down my throat.”

“I can do that,” the kindergarten teacher says softly. “And please know that even though the two of you aren’t involved anymore, we are all still on your side. You’re still a part of our-”

“It’s okay,” you sigh sadly. “I know that you’re all Melissa’s friends, and I don’t want to put any of you in an awkward position having to pick sides. She’s been here longer; it’s all hers.”

“Sweetheart,” Barbara breathes.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay, Barb. Thank you for trying to help me,” you mumble before hanging up.

By the time you hang up with her, the students will begin trickling in, so Barbara doesn’t have time to go speak with Melissa about the situation at hand.

But at lunch, Barbara simply grabs her lunch and picks up the redhead’s that is already out on the table.

“Barb,” Melissa gasps.

“My room. Now,” is all the kindergarten teacher has to say to get her friend to follow her out of the staff room and down the hall, head hung like a child being escorted to the principal’s office.

When they get there, Barbara sets down their lunches at her desk and pulls a chair up for Melissa.

“Barb, c’mon,” your… ex-girlfriend groans. “What gives?”

“What the hell were you doing out with another woman?”

The second grade teacher immediately gets defensive. “Y/N and I-”

“Y/N went to the game last night… dressed in Eagles gear and ready to cheer for your team because she loves you,” the older teacher says sternly. “And you threw it in her face that you were done with her and already moved on.”

“She- what?”

“She spent close to a thousand dollars on sports gear last week to try to win you back. She wore Phillies gear, she wore Flyers apparel, she wore a Sixers sweatshirt, she even wore a jersey from the Union, and on Friday, she wore Kelly green to show you that she’s in Philly now.”

“Didn’t show up in a Hurts or Kelce jersey though,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

“Because she was saving that for last night when she was going to win you back with the ticket that she managed to get next to you!”

Melissa’s face drops. “She- fuck.”

“She’s not sick. She’s heartbroken right now.”

The redhead bites her lip. “I fucked up takin’ Lena, didn’t I?”

Barbara nods. “She was crying when I called, and she told me she was heartbroken to see you with some other girl’s tongue down your throat.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” the kindergarten teacher nods. “That word.”

Melissa breathes out heavily. “Do you…” she shakes her head. “She’s still a Cowboys fan.”

“Melissa Ann, you love her. She loves you. She’s perfect aside from that one fact, and when she tried explaining herself to you at school, you wouldn’t let her get a word out. Hear her out, and even then… if she does love the Cowboys, are you really going to let something as trivial as a sports team rivalry come between you and the one person that you love?”

“I…” the redhead bites her lip. “Do you think I have a chance at winning her back?”

At that, the kindergarten teacher shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try… although, I would end things with this new woman you were making out with last night.”

The end of the day could not come sooner for the second grade teacher. She’s debated texting you or calling you, but she feels this is something that she has to do in person.

So as soon as she’s finished for the day, she runs out. She leaves her lunch bag in the staff room, doesn’t wait for her work wife; she just books it. She’s tearing out of the school parking lot in the direction of your apartment complex.

The entire drive over, she’s preparing what she’s going to say to you, but once she’s standing on the door mat that you have sitting outside your front door, it all leaves her brain. She knocks a few times before stepping back.

Who the hell is at your door? Could it be Barbara checking on you? Or maybe she said something to Janine or Jacob, and they’re here to make sure that you’re okay? With a groan, you sit up and stand from the couch. You’ve been sitting there for so long wallowing in your self pity that you leave an indent in the cushions. You check the peephole, and… why is Melissa standing at your door?

You open the door, not caring how you look right now.

The sight of you hurts her heart. Your hair is messily tied up, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas, your eyes are still rimmed red… you just look so heartbroken right now.

“What? Come to yell at me some more?” you try sound angry, but it just comes out pathetic.

“No,” she says softly. “Hun, I’m-”

“Here to break up with me?” you sigh. “You made it pretty clear we were done.”

“Can I come in?” she asks quietly. The woman sounds so unlike herself.

You shrug and leave the door open as you walk away. She follows you in. “I’m here to say I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you sigh as you curl back into your mountain of blankets. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be civil the rest of the school year, I’ll leave you and your friends alone, and then I’ll find another school in the area to work at.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, it’s a little hard to work with your ex-girlfriend,” you sigh. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”

“Y/N,” Melissa says so softly, and she has her eyes trained on you. They’re filled with sadness. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I thought we already did,” you spit out. “And if we didn’t, I know you had your tongue down another woman’s throat last night anyway, so if you don’t break up with me, I’ll do it for you. Then you can make me the bad guy when you-”

“Barb told me what you were trying to do,” the redhead admits softly.

“If you would’ve just listened to me, you would know that I didn’t necessarily have a choice in who I rooted for when it came to football. My father, who is my idol and best friend so don’t you dare say a single bad thing about him, loves the Cowboys. He insisted on buying me the Prescott jersey despite the fact that I didn’t want him spending that money on me to begin with.”

“I should’ve known with you growing up near Dallas,” she sighs.

“But I’m here now,” you continue. “And once I talked to him and he told me that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I did. I bought all of this Philly stuff, bought a ticket to the game and showed up in a hat and Hurts jersey, only to see you with someone else. So… it’ doesn’t matter.”

“Hun, I never wanted her.”

“Well, you got her.”

“The whole time, I was wishing it was you.”

You rub your temples.

“Barb told me she helped you,” the second grade teacher admits. “If I had known… I would’ve been-”

“Any time they brought me up, you shut them down,” you fire out. “You wouldn’t let me speak to you at all.”

“You avoided me too!”

“I was trying to give you space, and when I did try to talk to you, you shut me down and told me you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl.”

“How can I fix this?” Melissa asks as she comes to sit down next to you. “I’ll do- I’ll do anything.”

“I thought you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl,” you taunt her. “And you have your new girl now.”

“She isn’t my girl,” the redhead tells you sternly. “You’re my girl. She’s some random girl I picked up at a bar while I was trying to distract myself from missing you. The whole time I was with her, I wished it was you- I didn’t even sleep with her. She was throwing herself at me, but I couldn’t.”

“So what are you saying?”

“And then today when you didn’t show up to school, Barbara told me what you did and how she helped you… she talked some sense into me; asked me if I was really going to let a stupid sports rivalry get in the way of loving the one person I truly adore. The answer is no. I was… an idiot. An absolute idiot.”

“Yeah,” you snort. “You were.”

“So… I’m here, begging you to take me back. Please, Y/N,” Melissa tears up. “Please. Please don’t walk away.”

“Melissa, you hurt me more than you know,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” she promises you. “Please.”

You take a deep breath for huffing it out. Secretly, you were hoping she would come back to you. And the opportunity is right here in front of you. “It’s… it’s going to take a bit for me to fully forgive you.”

“And I understand that entirely. I was a real jackass. I’ll make it up to you however I can.” She pulls you into her arms and kisses your temple gently. “However I can.”

That ‘however’ is by having her take you to another Eagles game- with the entire Abbott crew. You wear your Hurts jersey, hanging off of her the entire night, and you cheer for your new team.

The other ‘however’ is by getting her to take you to a Phillies RedOctober game at Lincoln Financial field. When they play their celebratory song after clinching a spot in the World Series as NLC champions, you know that you’re no longer dancing on your own (tiesto remix). You have Melissa by your side. 

[theemporium]

If you’re low-key obsessed then I am a gone😍 what about sunshine being awol the morning of a race 🤷🏼‍♀️

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Have you seen Sunshine today?” 

“No, sorry.” 

“Hey, have you seen Sunshine this morning?” 

“I haven’t, no.” 

“Have you—”

“Daniel, I don’t think she’s here, mate,” Max muttered, placing a hand on his teammate’s shoulder in hopes that it would stop him from pacing around the garage, and it did. But it didn’t stop his mind from wandering and spinning on where the hell you could be. 

Despite the separate hotel rooms booked by the team every race weekend, you would always find each other using one room. In fact, it became rarer for the two of you to not share a hotel room when you were in another country for the race weekend, and it just so happened that it was one of those weekends.

You had been out late the night before, out with some of the others in the engineering team as you perfected a few faults you had found in the cars during qualifying. You had messaged him not to wait up for you, to not stay up and risk his own sleep just for the sake of falling asleep with you. And as wrong as it felt, he had managed to fall asleep.

However, when he woke up in the morning, you weren’t there. 

And when he arrived at the paddock, you weren’t there either. 

Now, it was a few hours until lights out, you were nowhere to be seen and Daniel was losing his mind.

“Where is she?” Daniel muttered, his brows furrowed in concern as he tried sending you another message, only for it to come up as undelivered once again. “She should’ve been here by now.”

“Daniel—” Max started but his teammate was already pacing again.

“What if something happened to her?” he whispered, a sense of chilling dread washing over him as he looked up at Max. “What if something happened to her and she needs my help?” 

Before Max could even reply, Daniel was jumping up to grab his keys for the car he drove to the paddock. He was ignoring all logic and rationality that was telling him he should stay in the paddock, that he needed to start getting ready for the race with the rest of the team. His only thought was you.

Max, despite knowing better, knew that Daniel was in no state to be alone right now. WIth the rest of the engineering team also clueless on your whereabouts, the Aussie’s concern only shot through the roof, and his friend didn’t think it would be the best idea for him to be behind the wheel just yet. 

They ignored all the warnings other team members gave them and did their best to ignore the cameras following them towards the exit. Daniel had one track mind and it was completely focused on finding you and making sure you were safe. His fingers were itching to hold you close again and it was starting to consume him. 

However, neither boy expected their search to end as close to the exit as it did. 

“I am telling you, I am a part of the Red Bull team! Just go get someone and you’ll see.”

“Ma’am, we have to ask you to leave—”

“Oh my god!”

Daniel’s head whirled around at the familiar sound of your voice, his eyes eagerly seeking you. And he spotted you, on the other side of the turnstiles, a frown on your face as you argued back and forth with a few of the security guards at the entrance. 

“You need a paddock pass—”

“And I usually have one,” you interrupted, already angsty and on edge, and feeling like a broken record wasn’t helping your mood. “Except for today. Now can you please let me in because they need me—”

“We can’t do that, ma’am.”

“Fuck off,” you groaned, running a hand over your face.

“Sunshine!” 

Your eyes instantly found his and he couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across his face. His feet were moving before he could even think to move, his body too eager to be beside you that he didn’t even bother swiping his pass to get through the turnstiles, instead just jumping over the bars. 

“Danny,” you almost sagged in relief the second his arms were around you. 

“Is there a problem here?” Daniel asked, his eyes now on the security guards as he placed a hand protectively on the back of your head. 

“Mr Ricciardo,” the security guard blanched. “No, it’s just she needs—”

“She’s with our team,” Max interrupted this time, giving the guard a pointed look. “A very important part of the team. So, the sooner you let her through, the more appreciative we will be.” 

“Of course, sir.”

Daniel had yet to let you go as the three of you made your way through the paddock, heading straight towards the Red Bull garage before Christian or anyone else could notice you were gone. You didn’t mind though, the weight of his arm over your shoulder was something you found comfort in these days.

“Where were you?” Daniel asked eventually, his brows furrowed together in questioning. “I was worried sick.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, a scowl on your face which only amused the Dutchman.

“Well, now you have to tell us,” Max grinned, poking your side and only laughing when you batted his hand away. 

“I forgot my keycard last night,” you told them with a heavy sigh. “I couldn’t get into the hotel room so I had to bunk with one of the other engineers. I tried to get a new card at reception this morning but they thought I was some crazy fan trying to get into Daniel Ricciardo’s hotel room. And I couldn’t even get an extra key to my room because I had no ID with me.” 

Daniel snorted. “Why didn’t you just call me?”

“My phone died,” you replied sheepishly. “I had to borrow an extra polo from a colleague before trying to get to the paddock with no phone, no money and no paddock pass.” 

“I’m surprised they didn’t arrest you on the spot,” Max teased. 

You rolled your eyes. “Funny.” 

“Well, if I have to find any crazed fan in my room, I’d be pretty chuffed if it was you,” Daniel joked as his arm around you tightened. 

“Whatever,” you grumbled but there was a smile on your face. “I gotta take you everywhere with me, Ricciardo. Might even say you’re my crazy fan.”

“That wouldn’t be a lie,” he grinned down at you.

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[ikyoudreamofme]

Please.. PT2

A/N: So many of my fics are in a hospital or at a party this is out of hand. Go read part one

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Flashes of blue and red light up the street as paramedics rush through the doors. Your head lies in Chris’ lap. Silence. The music has stopped, people silently leaving. All that could be heard was the paramedics telling Chris that he has to move so they can help you.

The paramedics put you on a stretcher putting you in the ambulance. Chris sits in the back with you as the ambulance rushes through traffic. He holds onto your hand rubbing his thumb across the back of it. The ambulance comes to a stop and the paramedics stand up open the doors.

Doctors speed over " Y/N L/N,19,possible overdose, intubated on arrival." One paramedic shouts before leaving you with the doctors, "sir you're gonna have to wait in the waiting area the nurse can show you." A nurse walks up to him. "Is she okay, that's ill I need to kno-" Chris gets cut off by the nurse, "We will get someone to update you frequently please sit down."

Chris waits for what felt like decades before a doctor comes over. "Because your girlfriend has overdosed on drugs we need to know if it was intentional or not." He says another doctor stood beside him, obviously a psychiatrics doctor. He shakes his head "I really don't know, is she okay?" Chris isn't in the right mind to correct the doctor who called you his girlfriend in fact he was gonna ask you to be his girl a few days ago but you ignored his asks to meet up. the doctor nods, "Yes she is okay, she's on medicine right now, you can go and see her but she has restraints on her wrists because he could be a threat you or herself."

"okay.." Chris replies walking towards your room. He walks in head down as he plays with his hands, he looks up meeting your hooded eyes. Chris rushes over a wave off relief goes through him, that you're okay. "Chris why are you here?" you whisper your voice hoarse and croaky. Chris looks down at you and speaks "you think I'd leave my girl, I care about you ma." you sigh blinking letting tears fall. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you cry into his arms "Its okay, I'm here y/n you need to talk to me when you're feeling like this." Chris runs his fingers through your hair. You nod in his embrace.

"Y/n the doctors need to know if it was intentional." Chris looks at you with a pleading look holding onto your hands as two doctors stand near the back of the room. All you can do is nod, Chris sighs looking back at the doctors.

2 months later

Today was your last day in the mental health ward, Chris, your friends and family had visited you over the weeks but Chris saw you more. He was picking you up in an hour and you were so excited you sorted out all your things before having one last therapy session before they move to one every other week. "Its your last day how are you feeling?" your therapist asked you to which you smile. " I feel good, I've learnt to talk to someone if I'm struggling and I know who those people are."

You're in the car Chris' hand on your thigh as he drives through traffic, "I'm happy you're better y/n" Chris breaks the silence, you look at him smiling. Chris drove you back to his walking you to his room. On his desk lay a box of chocolates your favorite a card and a bouquet of flowers. You look up at Chris your jaw slightly slack, he nods his head to the card. The card read 'I'm so proud of how far you've came y/n . Will you be my girlfriend?'

you look up from the card walking over to Chris wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him. "yes! Yes I'll be your girlfriend!" You say loudly moving your head back to kiss him, he reciprocates kissing you back placing his hands on your waist.

[sturniololoco]

Can’t hate you pt 2

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

I woke up this morning to what felt like a monkey on my bed, only to find out that it was Chris, jumping up and down.

“Get up loser, we’re going to get food!” He yells, giving me a wet-willy before sprinting out of my room.

“Aw-you mother fucker!” I yell, jumping out of my bed to chase him down the stairs.

I see him up ahead, rounding the corner to the kitchen. I do the same, but instead of finding Chris, I find myself running straight into what felt like a brick wall.

“Fuck…” I say under my breath, rubbing my head where I made contact.

I hear Chris laughing from behind the island, and I shoot him the middle finger.

I look up to see what I made contact with, only to be met with the grey-blue eyes of Nate.

He hold out a hand to help me up, but I scoff, ignoring his hand while stand and brush myself off.

My head still hurt immensely as I walked into the kitchen, giving Chris the biggest side eye I could.

“Well isn’t someone just a bundle of joy this morning?” Nate says, resting his chin on his hand while he leans on the island, looking at me.

I roll my eyes, scoff again, then walk upstairs to get ready.

-

I walk downstairs, hair curled, makeup perfect, and dressed in a pair of cargo jeans and a baby tee.

Yes, I feel like a boss bitch, and yes, everyone knows imma boss bitch.

“Okay sis! I see you!” Nick says, giving me a twirl. I laugh then look to the living room to see Chris and Matt golf clapping. But Nate is just staring, his moth half open.

What the fuck is his problem?

I ignore him and follow my brothers to the car, him close in behind.

"SLS/N, just sit in the middle today, there's no point in putting the seat down for a 10-minute drive," Matt says, climbing into the car and starting it.

Oh my fucking god, why is this happening to me?!

Not wanting to start problems, I sigh then get in, ick on my right, Nate unfortunately on my left.

The whole ride there his thigh was uncomfortably close to mine, so it was a huge relief when Matt pulled into the IHOP parking lot.

We got out and then got checked into a booth near the back of the restaurant. Before anyone could argue, I called sitting in the middle of Matt and Chris.

We got settled in our booth, and then Nick started to pull out his phone and make an Instagram post.

it said, What poses do you want for our next photo shoot?

"We're doing a photoshoot?" Matt asked, already not looking forward to it.

"Yes Mat. and you're not gonna have a Mattitude about it," Nick said, giving him a stern look. I giggled at how well he knew my brother.

Before Matt could come back with an answer, our waitress came over, asking what we wanted to drink.

"I'll just have water please," I said quietly, then she walked away.

Chris poked me in the rib, using a baby voice while he said,

"Aww, is somebody a wittle shy?" The whole table burst into giggles, all but me, whose face had gone hot and was now punching Chris in the arm.

"Ow, SLS/N!" He whined as his laughing stopped.

"Aww, does someone need me to call the ambulance?" I asked, giving him a baby voice of my own.

Now it was his turn to go red, as Nick reached across the table, fist bumping me. What can I say, I learned my comebacks from the best.

-

As we climbed back into the back, we were all deciding what to wear for the photo shoot.

"I think we should all wear merch," Chris said.

We all nodded in agreement, heading home to get ready.

-

By the time we were all ready, the camera was charged, and we were ready to go, it was beginning to get dark. We drove to McDonalds, grabbing some drinks before driving around to find the place to shoot.

We decided to head the the parking garage down the street, as it had the best lighting.

We found a spot where there were no cars. Nick scrolled through his responses, looking for poses.

We took alot of photos. some with just the triplets, some with one of them individually, and then some duets.

One of my favorites where the one where I was on Chris's back while he was racing down the drive.

Nate got some as well, posing with Chris and Matt, then some individuals for his own Instagram.

Then Nick said the worst news I ever wanted to hear.

"Alot of fans want some pics of SLS/N and Nate. We should do those real quick."

I whipped my head around to stare at him, giving him wide eyes. He gave me a pleading look, begging me with his eyes.

I rolled my own, mumbling,

"Let's just get this over with."

We took a few next to each other, our arms around each other's backs in a side hug.

Our next pose was us standing back to back, holding up our sweet teas,, while death staring at the camera.

"These are so good! Hold still for two more seconds." Nick said, getting lower to take the shot.

Matt and Chris sent knowing smirks in my direction, making me angrier and angrier by the second.

"You better smile, kid. Wouldn't want people thinking I look better than the princess." Nate said under his breath, in my direction.

That sent me over the edge.

I pushed myself off of his back as I whipped around. I tore the lid of my sweet tea and threw it at him.

He was completely soaked.

"Fuck this shit!" I yelled, walking towards the stairs leading to the sidewalk outside of the building that led to our house, leaving the boys there to stare at my retreating figure.

-

I walked all the way home and up to my room, slamming my door before collapsing on my bed. My face was still burning with anger,

or was I blushing?

OooooooOooooooo!!!

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[quicktimeeventfull]

god of the fryer

hello all here's (the start of) a death note fast food worker au. you can also read it on dreamwith. cw for abelism & abelist slurs. there is literally no chance whatsoever that i will ever finish or even consider finishing this because working food service at the restaurant this is based on gave me unfixable psychic damage. nonetheless. perhaps you will enjoy this as is.

Light is not above working in a fast food restaurant to put himself through university. He tells himself this mostly because it’s what his father told him, in a slightly exasperated tone, when he’d driven him to work this morning.

“Light,” he’d said, “Plenty of people take on part time jobs to support themselves. You don’t have some special quality which makes you better than them.” Then he’d stopped the car, put on the same wax museum smile he’d used years ago when Sayu was throwing tantrums, and said, “Have a good day at work, son,” in a tone which brokered no argument. 

As of last week, Light doesn’t even live with them anymore. He has his own, terrible little apartment, even though Touhou is easily close enough to bus — his parent’s idea, definitely not his. His father only drove him here today as a last favour. Light feels like he’s being sent to the gallows. He has no idea why this is happening to him.

So here he is, standing in front of what looks like the world’s saddest salad bar but is actually his collection of hamburger toppings while a girl in a backwards baseball cap reads off the menu in a sharp, clipped voice. She is going to be his manager.

“So we’ve got three basic burgers — regular, buttered bun, and regular with an extra bun in the middle.” 

“Like a Big Mac.” 

“Yeah,” she says, blandly, “but calling it that is grounds for instant termination.” 

He stares at her. She sighs. “I’m joking, but still, please don’t call it that. If someone asks for one, just say we have three basic burgers … anyway, we’ve also got a bunch of special edition burgers. There’s a cheat sheet pinned to your station..” She taps a laminated sheet listing a series of increasingly bizarre burger names and the ingredients which go into them. There are six.

Light Yagami, top of his class in every school he’s ever been to, is fairly certain that he does not require a cheat sheet to memorize six hamburgers. 

“All you need to worry about are the toppings, anyway. The guys at the grill will do the patties, and whoever’s on fry will bring you buns. Oh, and anything with mushrooms or fried onions. They’ll do that too. We’ll get you trained on some of that later. It’s honestly pretty simple. You’ll probably fuck some stuff up today, but I’m sure you’ll have it down in a couple of shifts.”

“I won’t fuck anything up,” Light reassures her. She laughs, which he finds offensive.

“Thats the spirit.”

She wanders off towards one of the girls standing next to the grill.

Light exhales slowly. 

The building isn’t as horrible as he was expecting. His vision of the back of a fast food restaurant involves dark, cramped quarters and grease stains on every available surface. In reality, it’s obsessively clean and painted in off whites and a weird salmon colour that isn’t as ugly as it sounds. This makes sense, now that he’s thinking about it — it faces right into the dining area, so the customers can see into it. You can find the grease stains if you look, but they’re mostly around the fry and grill.

His section is shielded by a half wall which he can just barely see over. His toppings (lettuce, onions, tomatoes, pickles, shredded and unshredded cheese, and some strange red and green sauces which he cannot identify) are refrigerated interior of the actual counter, so it’s freezing cold. 

Behind him, everyone is already milling about themselves, talking and nudging each other with a companionability that is equal parts nice to watch and achingly melencholy for reasons he does not with to acknowledge.

He takes his laminated sheet off the counter and scans it. He is very determined to do everything perfectly, especially now that his manager laughed at him for saying that he would. Regardless of what his father said, it’s just hamburgers. He got a perfect score on his entrance exams. He has literally been helping the NPA solve crimes over the dinner table since he was eleven. He can handle this. 

The bell on the front door chimes, and a man in a scrappy white shirt and a hurricane of black hair walks through it, shoulders hunched, and skitters through the dining area, past Light, and towards the break room. Skitters really is the right word for it — he moves like he’s being hunted. 

“God.” The voice comes from behind him. Light flinches, then turns to see his manager beside him, staring at the space where the man had been. “L’s on fry today. Fuck. I told Misa she was absolutely not allowed to switch shifts with him today. I didn’t want to be dealing with him and training someone new.”

There’s a scraping nastiness to her voice which Light does not like. It’s different from the tone she’d sed with him earlier. 

“Is he new, too?” 

She snorts. “Lawliet’s been working here for six months, but he still acts like it’s his first sixteen minutes. Look at it this way, I guess — no matter how badly you do, you’re not going to be the worst one here. He’s kind of a retard.” 

“Oh,” says Light, not sure what to follow that up with. He had not been aware that people said things like that out loud anymore. She seems to mistake this for companionability, and smiles at him. He smiles back, automatically, and she turns and walks away. 

Maybe he should have said something, but it’s his first day, and what is that going to accomplish, really? Keep your head down, he tells himself. It’s just for a little while. If he can figure out whatever the hell his parent’s game is and play it properly, they’ll realize that he doesn’t require whatever lesson they’re trying to teach him and they’ll let him stay at home and eat their food until he graduates and can get an actual job at the NPA which does not involve putting tomatoes on top of lettuce or calling your coworkers retards. 

He stares at his little laminated sheet of six varieties of the exact same food. From the corner of his eye, he can see L scuttling out of the break room, a baseball cam jammed on top of his mass of black hair. He does not join in with everyone’s chatter. 

Someone sprays something on the grill and a cloud of grease rises up towards the ceiling. Not to be dramatic, but he already wants to throw himself into the fryer. 

---

He is a burger god. Of course he is. His manager — her name is Tomoko, and he should probably start remembering things like that — praises him loudly for his formidable talents in memorizing the six recipes and remembering to put the toppings on buns instead of, what, his face. It’s absurdly easy, but they seem impressed for some reason. So that’s neat. 

The less great part is that people absolutely will not stop shouting. They aren’t angry. This just appears to be the only way anyone knows how to communicate. Literally everything — the need to restock the lettuce, the number of french fries L needs to make, whenever L needs to drop a chicken into the fryer — requires shouting. To acknowledge the shouting, the shoutee has to shout back. Light is required to shout at the customers whenever he’s finished bagging their burgers, so he is contributing to the problem. 

The only person who isn’t yelling is L, which makes him Light’s favourite person in the restaurant. Right now, possibly Light’s favourite person in the entire world.

Light absolutely despises unnecessary human noise. Even when he takes his exams, he shows up no more than a minute early, so he doesn’t have to sit through the panicked whispers and incessant rustling of papers and pens which always proceeds them. Between all the yelling and the hiss of the grill and the gurgle of the fryers, he’s just about ready to throw himself directly into the meat grinder. 

Luckily, he has always been excellent at coping in adverse situations. So he makes absolutely perfect hamburgers and wraps them with absolutely perfect folds and pairs them with the perfect number of napkins. If he pays total attention to what he’s doing, he can almost ignore all the sounds. 

He’s focusing well enough that it takes him a while to notice that the number of french fries which appear by his side is almost entirely random. Sometimes there are more than he needs, and sometimes there are less. This actually evens itself else nicely, so it doesn’t occur to him that anything is going wrong until Tomoko touches her hand to one of the bags, then makes an irritated noise deep in her throat. 

“These are cold,” she says, and tosses it with what Light personally thinks is excessive force into the trash can. “Just check before you bag them.” 

She marches off. 

He assembles a Seismic burger (three buns, secret sauce, shredded lettuce, fried onions, and a slice of cheese — and shouts at a customer to take it and its associated heart attack. 

From behind him, he can hear a new voice rising up among the clamour. Light stops what he’s doing for the first time since customers started walking in through the doors.

Tomoko is standing in front of L as he cowers back fro her. He must be tall when he stands up properly, but right now he’s just this tangle of limbs trying to knot and disappear into itself. She’s talking in a voice that’s curled like a fist — quiet, but it carries, and Light can’t help but notice how everyone seems to have paused to listen.

“This is the third time I’ve seen you drop double fries,” she says. “And I know it’s not the first because Yagami’s been bagging them cold.” Light feels a twinge of unfairness. No one told him he was doing anything wrong. “And you missed two orders of chicken. Yuri had to come back and cook them herself. I don’t know why you can’t get this --“

“If everyone would just be a little quieter —“ L starts. One of the guys by the grill cuts him off, abandoning any pretence of not listening. 

“How else do you want anyone to tell you what we need?” His voice is acidic, but L looks at him like he’s just thrown him a life raft. 

You’re misunderstanding, Light wants to tell him, the same way people shout advice to characters on television. He’s not being kind to you. That’s not a real question.

“If you could just talk to me instead —“

“Six months,” Tomoko said. “You’ve been here six months. I’m trying to handle a new trainee — who’s already three times as fast as you, by the way — and you’re screwing up the line. 

Someone drops a set of three buns in front of Light. He looks up, startled, then assembles three sets of cheeseburgers and turns back. 

“I apologize,” L is saying now. He’s actually physically stepping back, as if Tomoko’s going to hit him. From the way his voice is getting lower, more ragged, the way it’s speeding up like he needs to rush to the end before all his words topple over, Light can tell he’s trying not to cry. “It will not happen again.”

“I find that difficult to believe, because it’s already happened three times today and it’s been happening for the entire six months you’ve been here. If you want to keep your position —“

“It’s not going to happen again,” L says, words all in a rush now. He’s blinking quickly. “It will not. I can guarantee —“ 

This is absolutely the stupidest situation that Light has seen in his entire life.

There are many people who look down on adults who cry in public. Light has never been one of them. What he hates is people who look for little cracks of vulnerability and press down on them until they break, then hold their hands with their palms out and act like they had nothing to do with the result. It’s a peculiar kind of cruelty. 

It should be patently obvious to anyone that L is trying his best — if that’s not adequate, they should just fire him instead of batting him around like this. The way they’re talking won’t accomplish anything other than getting him even more upset, which has not once in the history of humankind helped anyone do a better job. It’s bad management, and it’s fucking sad and frankly cruel.

Light thinks of the word retard slipped to him like a gift he didn’t wand and which he’d accepted anyway. He sidesteps Yuri as she drops patties onto his station and strides over to L. 

Light steps between him and Tomoko and clamps his hands down on L’s shoulders. L looks up at him. His eyes are wide and so black they’re disorienting, like the aura of the night where a car’s headlamps drop off, and he looks not just upset but actually terrified. 

But he holds Light’s gaze like it’s a shelter being offered to him.

“Okay,” Light says. “Just look at me, okay? Focus. You’re okay. You’re doing fine.” He isn’t, really. It doesn’t matter. The truth is a malleable thing best tossed away in favour of the information which would be most useful in any given situation. “Do you remember what you were supposed to make?”

“Three orders of fries, two with cheese, and three pieces of chicken tenders,” L says, snapped out in a tidy rhythm. 

“Okay,” Light says, “Make that. One at a time. Don’t worry about all this other stuff. It’s got nothing to do with you.” 

“Yes,” L says. He presses his knuckles to his mouth. He’s swallowing hard. 

“You’ve got this. I know you do. You’re okay?” 

“I’m okay,” L says. He nods, once, as if to prove it. That’s why Light asked him — if you can get people to say something about themselves, most of the time they’ll end up believing it.

Light smiles at him. “Then go on.” He squeezes L’s shoulders, grabs one of the fries, and turns away. 

Everyone is staring at him. He finishes his three burgers, wraps them up, and sets them on the counter. “Customer thirty-eight!”

---

“You’re a miracle worker,” Tomoko whispers to him when three hours have gone past and there haven’t been any errors. He smiles at her. He doesn’t think it’s such a miracle — all he did was decide not to treat someone like dirt. 

His miracle lasts for about twenty minutes longer, after which L sends double fries and can’t seem to get back on track, but at least no one starts snapping at him again. 

---

After work, Light steps into the bus shelter and finds L already curled up on the seat, his knees pressed to his chest, staring straight into the traffic. The lights from the passing cars flicker on his face. 

“Which bus are you taking?” Light asks, just for something to say. 

“Oh,” L says. “None. I’m waiting for my brother.” He brings his thumb to his mouth and chews on it. It’s such a bizarre, childlike gesture. His coat, a long army-green thing which hangs off his skeletal frame, seems too thin for this weather.

“Older or younger?” 

“Mm. No.” 

For a moment, Light thinks that L’s batting down the conversation, but he takes another look at the spellbound way L stares out into the rivers of cars and realizes he’s just distracted. “You’re a twin?” 

L tilts his head very slightly. “Still no.” But there’s something different in his voice now — like it’s a game they’re playing, this guesswork. 

“Triplet, then.” 

L smiles. It’s sudden and starting. He tips his head further in Light’s direction and looks at him from the corners of his eyes. 

“Correct, Light-kun.” 

Light wants to say more, but the blue lights of the bus flash across the glass of the shelter. They reflect L’s face, turning him into a strange and scattered thing. Somehow both inhuman and more human than anyone has a right to be. He straightens his messenger back on his shoulder and steps out of the shelter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” he says, then hurries out.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 hehe

Warnings: alastor being ooc. Angst.

Summary: Alastor watches aponi sing a breakup song about him.

Aponi walked through the halls of the hotel.

Today was supposed to be alastors day off, so she decided to go practice her singing in the lobby with the grand piano that alastor had donated himself.

It had been a week since his former significant other came back into the picture, and aponi was practically heartbroken.

She had been avoiding him for days.

Sitting down at the table, she played the music froma. Pirated site that allowed sinners to listen to human songs.

And that she did. It was the karaoke version.

As the music placed, aponi kept up with the piano herself, her eyes closing as she took in the music and sang the lyrics.

I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Cryin' 'cause you weren't around

Alastor walked through the halls, following a voice he recognized into the lobby.

And that when he saw her....

He hadn't seen her for a week....

He didn't know what the feeling was, but he just chalked it up to feeling guilty. Which he had never felt before... but this seemed more prominent. Like heartache.....

But he was I love with Ruth! He was when he was alive! He had to be in love with her now.

And yet, as he watches aponi, something in him breaks.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

As aponi sang, a tear fell from her eye. Sorrow..... so much sorrow.....

As alastor listened to the lyrics, his eyes widened. "Love"?

Since when? He's never even heard her mutter the words.

And yet here she was. Professing her love for some unknown person.

And alastor couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy flood through his body.

But.. no... he was with Ruth again. He loved Ruth.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Alastor tilted his head.....

Usually he hated modern music. With a burning, fired passion, in fact... but right now... all he saw was the most beautiful woman get wrapped up in the emotions of a song.

He hadn't even processed what the words were saying.... at least not until he paid more attention.

Who in all hell was she singing this about?

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

As aponi closed her eyes, she felt as if she had drifted off into who knows where, surrounded by music, and thoughts and feelings.

Unrequited love.....

How cliché.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

As aponi sang softer she seemed to shrink in on herself.

Alastor watched her with a mix of feelings. Maybe even love....

No wait.

He was in love with Ruth.

Was.....

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

As aponi belted the lyrics, a warm orange glow illuminated around her as she put her entire soul into her seemingly private performance.

Her voice cracked a few times from the heartbreak she felt....

Alastor watched on....

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone 'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

As the song finished, neither of the demons realized there was another.

Ruth.

She had been looking back and fourth between alastor and aponi......

She knew.

It was so painfully obvious, but of course she knew.....

As the song ended, aponi wiped away her tears, turning off her phone and cleaning up her area.

Alastor watched in heartache as she walked back into her room.

[paranoidkid]

I am trying so so hard to think and do things but it’s become increasingly difficult for some reason! (I know the reason)

it just feels really really bad to not have a car. if I didn’t have an emotional attachment to my car I dont think I’d feel this awful, but it feels like I just Lost A Family Member (again) and it’s really making things hard to comprehend.

for reference. my car that I drove was my grandmother’s car first, she bought it and owned it. Recently (a couple years ago) I borrowed it to start driving places without using my parents car, and my grandpa just told me to keep the car (my grandma had really severe dementia and couldn’t drive much less leave the house). cut to November of 2024 and my grandmother dies. it’s very sad. on top of her passing, it feels like we’d been mourning her for years, because she was barely able to remember any of us and could not function on her own. [deaths 1 and 2]

The car was an extension of my grandma, to me, on some level. it was Her Car. so when we got the title transferred to me, that was already one step away from it no longer being Her Car. and I’ve been working so so hard to keep that car going for as long as possible; it had a lot of shit wrong with it but I was just glad that It Drove and Had Air Conditioning. bonus points to the speakers, I loved my car speakers. [death 3]

Cut to today, someone blows through a red light in front of me, trying to pass through an intersection, and totals my car. everything about the situation is cut and dry, I am not at fault and nobody is seriously injured. but my car is gone. [death 4]

I’ve spent the entire day having arguments with my manager and a very long panic attack and being at the ER because I panicked so bad I thought I had a concussion (I didn’t hit my head and I was just extremely disoriented). I’ve forgotten how easy it is for me to have a severe response to something that wasn’t “that bad” all things considered. my life has not changed significantly, I am not injured, I got all of my things, my car is totaled, my grandma is dead. I’m really having rough time today.

[flowerandblood]

My Best Friend (25)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]    

[warnings: swearing, physical violence]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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"Get out." Aemond tried his best to stay calm and not pull Y/N out of the car by force. He was standing in front of the open door on the side of her seat, they were under his apartment building. "I'll give you the keys to my apartment, you wait there and I'll be back in an hour."

"I don't want you to go to a place like this alone. I'll worry, I'd rather be with you." She said in a tone that brooked no argument. Aemond squeezed his eye shut. He wanted to grab her and just pull her arm by force, but she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and jumped over to the driver's seat. Aemond stared at her, not knowing whether to laugh or scream. “I will not stay here. You can't make me!" She said, moving as far away from him as possible so he couldn't reach her.

Aemond wondered why everyone was doing this to him, and for once, someone just couldn't listen to him. Talking to Alys, his mother, and now her, had completely exhausted his patience. However, just as he felt with Alys that he could really do something to her, watching her curled up fiercely in his seat, despite all his anger, he also felt undue gratitude. But he didn't want her to see it, or worse, that any harm would come to her there. He resented his irresponsibility in the park and did not want to repeat the same mistake.

“What if they take a picture of you and send it to your father? How am I supposed to explain to him why I took his daughter to a brothel?" He smoked through pursed lips. Y/N looked at him intensely.

"You will tell him the truth. That we went at your mother's request to get your hungover brother out." She said, shrugging her shoulders without changing her position an inch. Aemond sighed heavily and shook his head.

"I have no strength for you." He said as he closed the car door on her side and walked over to the driver's side, so she jumped back into the passenger seat, moving as far away from him as possible. He sat in his seat and started the engine, shooting her a murderous look. Y/N pursed her lips but said nothing.

They drove to the suburbs. Aemond stopped in front of the same building he'd picked up Aegon from last time. He sighed at the thought of having to go through the same thing again. He turned off the engine and looked at her.

"Stay in the car, I'll be right back." He said as he unbuckled his seatbelts and opened the door. Y/N wasn't going to do that though and left with him. Aemond looked at her like someone on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"I'm going to hurt you today." He said in a low, dangerous voice. Y/N only laughed at his words.

"No, you are not."

He had no idea where she got so much confidence around him. He was angry with himself that her laughter made him laugh inside out. For some reason, her approach made their trip seem like a silly adventure. He just shook his head. He wanted it over with.

"Come. Stay close to me." He said in a tone that brooked no argument. This time Y/N obeyed him, rushing over to him right away, keeping close to him. They entered the building, the staircase illuminated only by tiny red lights. By the descent to the cellar, naked women were smoking cigarettes, looking at them curiously. Y/N blushed at the sight of them, pressing herself tighter against his arm.

They went down the stairs, soft music played in the background, they could hear people talking, sighs, laughs and moans. There was a lot of smoke in the room they entered, mostly from cigarettes. Y/N had never seen a place like this before in her life. Plenty of naked and half-naked women sat with men and other women on couches, floors, tables, some in plain view, some hidden by translucent curtains.

She didn't know where her eyes should go. Her gaze wandered from one group of people to another. Women knelt in front of men with their pants down, others rode them, others injected them with a small syringe. Some people just had sex, in two, three or more people, others sat and talked, completely drunk. Y/N felt Aemond grab and squeeze her hand. He must have seen the shock and uncertainty on her face.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked quietly.

"No. I can handle this." She responded, feeling her heart pounding hard, and squeezed his hand tighter. She felt a whole range of emotions. Fear, excitement, curiosity and disgust at the same time. It seemed to her as if all these people were in some kind of trance.

Suddenly, among all these people, Y/N spotted Aegon sleeping between two naked women. She looked away, seeing that he was also naked. "He’s over there, on the bed against the wall." She said to Aemond without looking that way. Aemond turned his gaze there and Y/N felt his whole body tense. She knew he was furious.

"Wait for me here." He spoke softly through clenched teeth and walked towards his brother. Y/N obeyed him. She saw that they had already caught the attention of some of the people in the room. The men who were playing with other women were looking at her in a way that made her very uncomfortable. She felt as if she herself was naked. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at what Aegon was doing.

She saw that somehow Aemond had put pants on him. Aegon, however, seemed so drunk that he didn't even know what was happening to him. She saw him mumbling something to his younger brother, staggering and falling as Aemond tried to pick him up. It was a pitiful sight, and she wasn't surprised that Aemond hated doing it.

Aemond swung his arm around his neck, grabbing his waist with his other hand, and lifted him up. Y/N moved towards them, seeing that Aegon's legs were like rubber and he couldn't even take a step. Aemond gave her a stern look, but like him, she threw his arm over her neck and hugged him. He smelled terrible of alcohol and sweat, but she tried not to think about it.

Aemond ordered them to head for the stairs. She could see that he was furious and ashamed. But she didn't want to leave him alone. She didn't pay much attention to the couples sticking to each other's sides now, but she found this place to freeze her blood in some way. Aegon's babble snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Ah, who is it? Your girlfriend?" Aegon asked, his expression amused, his remark clearly arousing him. "You took her to a brothel and didn't fuck her?" He snorted, leaning his face closer to hers. She felt his drunken breath against her cheek. “My brother likes to pretend to be tough, but he really doesn't know how to make a woman happy. If you ever want to know…”

"Shut your mouth or I'll leave you here, you fucking bastard." Aemond shot suddenly, his eye dark with rage. Y/N swallowed hard, his brother's remark sending a shiver of embarrassment down her spine.

"See? He can only scare. But deep down, he’s a soft cunt." He laughed, and Aemond suddenly released him and shoved Aegon down the stairs in front of them. Y/N jumped, mouth opening in surprise and horror.

"Then crawl up those stairs yourself, fucking punk." He fired and kicked him in the stomach. Y/N grabbed him quickly, pulling him away. Aegon just cringed and coughed.

"Stop! It's no use, he's completely drunk." She said quickly, terrified of where this was all headed.

"When he's sober, he's the same. Fucking peace of shit. I should spit in your face." He said furiously, but Y/N squeezed his arm pleadingly. He looked at her, fury in his eyes. "You wanted to accompany me, now you have what you wanted. Enjoy it." He said, his voice dark and low, Y/N shivered and swallowed. She thought that he was on the verge and that she must be a sanctuary for him to keep him from going mad.

“Let's pick him up and carry him to the car. Not for him, but for your mother." She said softly, looking pleadingly at him. His jaw was clenched. He stared at her without a word, and his brother only moaned softly under their feet.

"No. I don’t care. Let him handle himself." He said stepping over him and heading up the stairs. "Let's go." He said in a voice that brooked no argument, but Y/N stood still. As if she hadn't heard him at all, she leaned over his brother and slung his arm around her neck again. Aemond had never looked at her with such fury before.

"Wake up, Aegon. Try to get up." She spoke to him gently. Aegon groaned, but made an attempt to get up. He managed to kneel down and slowly got up, resting his other hand against the wall. "A step up." She said calmly, and he tried to lift his foot and nearly fell over again. When he regained his balance, he slowly began to climb the stairs with her help, without any unnecessary comments. A large limo slowly formed on his cheek from the collision of his face with the stairs.

Aemond stared down at the scene with his lips pressed together. He finally came down when they were halfway up and helped them to the top. After a few minutes, they managed to get him into the back of his car. Aemond slammed the door shut, Y/N stepped closer to him, but he walked past her.

"Don't be angry with me." She spoke quickly to him, but he got into the car from the driver's side and slammed the door behind him. Y/N felt a pang in her heart, but she climbed into the car and silently buckled her seatbelt. Aemond started the engine and they drove through the city wordlessly. Once in a while, Aegon groaned from behind, tossing from side to side, falling into short dozes every time.

Y/N glanced at Aemond from time to time, but he was staring through himself. His face was stone. She knew what she had done made him furious beyond measure. But she knew that if they left Aegon there, the situation would be even more hopeless. She didn't want him to take it as a rejection, but she knew he resented her for not taking his side at the time.

"You're like my mother." He fired suddenly through clenched teeth, disapproval and revulsion in his voice. Her lips trembled and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"I’m sorry." It was all she could choke out. She stared at him for a moment, then turned her face to the window, clasping her hands in her lap. Fifteen minutes later they reached the outskirts of the other, much more prosperous part of the city.

It was already night, so Y/N couldn't see much. She was aware that they had entered a wealthy neighborhood full of huge houses. Aemond stopped in front of one, turned off the engine, and wordlessly unbuckled his seatbelt as he got out of the car. Y/N got off too.

"Get out." Aemond said impatiently to his brother, but he was on the edge of sleep and waking again, babbling to himself. Aemond pulled his arm in one swift motion, Y/N had to catch him to keep him from falling to the ground like a log. Aemond glared at her, but Y/N didn't care anymore. 

They led Aegon to the door, and Aemond rang the bell. After a while, they heard the sound of a lock opening, and his mother appeared in the doorway, already in a nightgown and bathrobe. When she saw Y/N, her eyes widened with surprise and embarrassment at the situation.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? Come in." She said, moving away. Aemond and Y/N went to put Aegon on his bed in his room, but he vomited on the floor as soon as he stepped through the door.

"Fantastic." Aemond said coldly, Y/N only swallowed silently. Their mother just waved her hand, trying to smile, though her eyes expressed desperation.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it later."

They took Aegon to his room and laid him on the bed. His mother wiped his face, which was stained all over with his vomit. Aemond looked away, he couldn't look at it.

"Will you stay overnight at our house? It's already so late. We could have breakfast and lunch together tomorrow." Their mother said, rising, a note of hope in her tone. It disappeared as soon as Aemond laughed.

"I take your eldest son out of the brothel at least once a week, and you want me to have a nice dinner with him tomorrow?" He asked amused, but his face was tense, his gaze cold. Y/N had never seen him like this before, she looked at him with pain and horror. His mother flinched at his words and looked down in embarrassment.

"We haven't eaten together in years." She said softly. Aemond looked away, enraged. He shook his head, stared at the point beneath his feet.

"I will never go for him again. Never. It was the last time. Understand?" He asked, looking at her with eyes full of regret. "I know you often forget this, but I am your son too."

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[crowinahole]

Yes I do want to get my Ps but I am genuinely so sick of fucking driving right now, I drove to school for my exam, I drove all over south side and that shitty ass traffic with people slamming on brakes and just general red light camera which make me so paranoid. I also had to drive through the god awful car park at a shop and someone was sitting right up my ass while I was trying to reverse park which made me do a shit park and god I fucking hate it. I have to drive at least three more times today just to get people places and to get my hours up in time for my Ps. I am genuinely going no where tmrrw. I don’t care, I am SO SICK OF THAT FUCKIN CLUTCH

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Crossroads-Chapter 6

banner by shesaidpoptarts

"You're taking prenatal vitamins, right? You should probably be working on your maternity wardrobe as well, you'll be showing in no time,"

I press my mobile close against my ear hardly listening to my mother's ramblings as I peep into the pot of simmering meat and vegetables. The house had that eerie silence that I absolutely couldn't stand and a light shower of rain had pelted against the roof all morning. It was a quaint and quiet Saturday morning and as much as I usually enjoyed them I wasn't in the best mood.

Harry had left in the wee hours of the morning without waking me to say goodbye and needless to say I was completely disappointed to wake up to an empty bed. We were once again on our silent treatment basis after my suggestion to attend couples therapy. I'd voiced a simple and valid concern somehow managed to piss him off and I couldn't figure out why. Our constant fighting was obvious and it drove me insane how he kept insisting otherwise. It was already bad enough when we weren't on speaking terms but it always felt a million times worse when he took the angst with him. The thought of something happening and my last memory of him being a bitter one never failed to haunt me.

"We can go shopping today if you want," Mom continues.

Ever since I'd revealed my pregnancy it was hard to get my mother to talk about anything else. She was hands down the most excited person regarding the baby. Her enthusiasm was unmatched.

I sigh. As much as I really needed new bras I really wanted to be alone today.

" I would," I reply slowly. "but I've got chili and cornbread to bring over to a repass at noon." I eye the kitchen clock. It was just past ten-thirty.

"How depressing," she replies. "maybe later?"

I feel bad wanting to avoid her. I just knew her mother's intuition would kick in and see through my facade.

"I should be around the coast this afternoon." comes my vague reply.

On second thought it did sound nice to escape this miserable and drafty house for a while.

"Great," Mom practically squeals. "we can catch lunch or dinner when you come around. You are eating enough, right?"

I can't help but chuckle at how protective she's become in the past few days whilst staring down at the small bump under my shirt.

While it was still quite hard to tell I was pregnant, I was certainly starting to feel more like it. My hips were slowly beginning to widen, making me resort to wearing skirts, dresses and yoga pants as most of my jeans were becoming too small. My back had already begun to ache as the baby's arms and legs grew longer and I was beginning to feel winded. Physically I was feeling great if only my emotional health was up to par.

"Yes, Mom." I reply "I'm eating plenty. Baby Styles is well fed." ***** I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, letting out a deep breath as I stared at the quaint little house in front of me. A few cars were parked in the driveway, the crowd goers of the repass having yet to arrive, and a black ribbon hanging ominously on the front door.

Most people around town requested my services for happy occasions: retirement parties, bridal and baby showers and birthdays. It was very rare that someone wanted my food for sad occasions. I hardly knew how to act. While I'd managed to witness Ryan lose his mother, I could never imagine the pain of grieving someone first hand. I'd never lost anyone close to me. My matching mauve top and skirt seemed far too cheery for the occasion and what would I say? "Sorry for your lost but enjoy the food"?

With a deep sigh I unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed the Tupperware containers, careful not to spill anything as I sauntered up the sidewalk. Ringing the doorbell with my manicured finger, I nervously waited, cursing myself for suddenly feeling the urge to run to the bathroom at a time like this. Just as soon as I pushed the thought out of my head, the door swung open.

"Hello there," a red-headed woman dressed in a black tweed dress greets me with a tight-lipped, polite grin. Her face looks aged with grief and the dark circles under her eyes that have been masked with concealer still manage to smile through. "Are you here for Jim?"

I plaster on a smile hoping my confusion doesn't show.

"I'm sorry?"

"James Anderson? The deceased."

"Oh, I'm sorry, no." I stammer. "I'm from Groovy Goods. My name's River, I spoke to someone named Rose about an order of chili for the repass?"

Her brown eyes light up.

"Oh yes, the chili. Dad loved chili. Mom would have made it herself but she hasn't got the energy, you know? Daddy really loved Mom's chili. I'm Michelle by the way, Jim's daughter." I flash a small smile fearing that a full-out smile will be inappropriate.

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

Michelle leans against the door frame with a sigh.

" You know, Mom and Dad were together for forty-five years. Isn't that amazing? They were a soul mates, you could really tell, " she grins at the memory. " one night they go to bed and the next morning he just doesn't wake up. Daddy always said when he went he wanted to be by Mom's side- and he was. I just don't know what Mom is going to do now that he's not here. They were never apart for long and this-this is permanent."

While listening to her heartfelt story my mind immediately goes to Harry. We were a young couple just as Michelle's parents had once been but instead of cherishing each other we spent most our time bickering or not even talking at all. Were we even soul mates? Would we ever grow old together? Did we even feel the same way about each other as these two had? Before I could even process my emotions I had burst into hysterical tears.

"Oh, dear. I hadn't meant to make you cry. My father just died and you're crying harder than I have."

I could only blink back my tears as I was still holding the Tupperware.

"I'm sorry, " I hiccup. "I just- I'm just thinking about my own husband right now. He's away for a few days and I've been a bit worried."

It was a perfectly generic explanation for speaking with a perfect stranger. Plus I felt it was a bit too early to pull the hormonal-pregnant-woman card.

" As corny as it sounds, maybe you should call him-tell him you love him. What Mom would give to tell Daddy that once more,"

She reaches into the pocket of her dress retrieving a few dollar bills.

"That should about cover it, " she declares holding the money out to me.

I shake my head.

"I couldn't- it doesn't feel right. You're family's had enough expenses already. This one's on the house."

The corner of her lips turn up into the slightest smile.

"Would you like to come inside for maybe a slice of coffee cake? I know you didn't know my father but you're one of the nicest people that's passed by the house in the past few days. And you've worked so hard on the chili I have to repay you somehow."

I smile, shaking my head once more as I hand over the Tupperware.

"No thank you. I should be going now. Feel free to keep the containers and please give your mother my condolences." I reply.

"I will. Thank you so much, River. I wish you and your husband the best."

"Thank you and no problem."

With a final wave I make my way back down the driveway. I sit in my car for a few minutes, soaking in my conversation Michelle. The chiming of my cell phone soon breaks my thoughts and I realize I have a few texts from Mom and a missed call from Ryan but absolutely nothing from Harry. I wonder how he could do it, being miles and miles away from me and not once think to call me. Even if we weren't on speaking terms it only felt right. Why wouldn't he call?

Before driving off I decided to call Ryan back, placing the phone on speaker in order to multitask. I waited a bit for the dial tone until his deep voice could be heard on the other line.

"Hey, Angel," he greets me.

"Hey," comes my simple and flat reply.

"Why do you sound so glum?"

I draw in a deep breath no wanting to go into a spill about the emotional tidal wave I'd be riding since I'd opened my eyes this morning.

"I'm driving and I just left a repass."

The line is silent for a bit before he speaks.

" Who died?"

"No one I know. Just a family in need of chili Anyways, what's up?"

"Let's meet up for lunch," he speaks. "And I'm not taking no for an answer, Audley."

It was funny. As much as I didn't want to be bothered today, I was just a magnet for human interaction. I thought about the quick breakfast of yogurt and granola I'd managed to burn off and eating sounded like a good outlet to relieve my angst.

"Pushy. You're lucky I'm hungry." **** "Anyways, the first time turned out better than the last,"

I'd hardly been paying attention to anything Ryan said since we'd been sat at our table. I was far too engrossed in my food. As I was getting into the groove of the second trimester my appetite had come back with a full force. It was safe to say I was back to enjoying food as I had before. Okay, maybe a lot more than I had before.

"Are you going to come up for air anytime soon, Angel?" he stares at me under the New York Giants ball cap that covers his messy chestnut-colored hair with wide blue eyes and an eyebrow arched in amusement.

I can feel my face burn red with embarrassment. Ryan had hardly finished his meal and I was already on dessert, having already inhaled more than half a slice of carrot cake.

"I'm sorry," I giggle. "my appetite's been very ferocious lately."

I still haven't told Ryan about my pregnancy. He was probably the last to know and while I had every intention to tell him, it didn't feel right breaking the news whilst stuffing my face.

Ryan grins.

"Hungry enough to eat for two?"

"Maybe."

He stares down at his plate briefly before meeting my gaze.

"So it's true then," he speaks.

I trap my lip between my teeth, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"What's true?" I question, folding my arms on top of the table.

"That you're knocked up," Ryan replies simply.

I blink slightly taken aback by his crass response.

"How do you know that?"

He shrugs, a small smirk settling on his lips.

"People talk in this town, Audley. I mean, it's all your mother will talk about,"

There was certainly no lie there. This wasn't the way I'd intended on telling him.

I stare down at my half-eaten slice of cake with a sigh. Ryan was my best friend. I didn't understand why it felt so nervous and awkward about breaking the news to him.

"Well then hear it from the horse's mouth. Yes, it's true. I'm having a baby."

He takes a sip of coffee, chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment once more.

"It's just, yesterday we were kids," he sighs wistfully. "and today you're going to be a mother."

A small grin settles on my lips as I place my hand on top of his.

" Ry. We haven't been kids for so long. This was bound to happen anyway, right?"

It was something I'd been telling myself to get through the first few weeks of being aware of the baby growing inside me but there was always something deep down inside that kept telling me this wasn't the right timing.

"Maybe for you. I don't think I'm cut out for the whole marriage and babies bit."

I pick up my fork.

"There's someone out there for you, Ryan. You're unmarried and attractive. That's an automatic catch." I quip.

Ryan grins.

"Where can I find a woman in this town that's over eighteen and under forty that's isn't already married and hasn't been divorced?"

I chortle.

"Try to be positive. You'll never get a woman with that attitude. Besides, what happened to that girl you brought to the wedding? She was really pretty."

He chuckles once more.

"That was almost four years ago and one night. I just didn't want to go alone. "

"You men are so ungrateful"

We eat in silence for a bit until Ryan speaks again.

"So, are you happy?"

The question completely catches me off guard and I drop my fork onto the plate with a clatter, my breath hitching in my throat.

"Happy? About what?"

I know the answer but maybe playing dumb will make the truth a bit easier to swallow. "The baby," he answers simply.

I tuck a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, taking in a deep breath.

"There's so many emotions I've felt in the past few weeks it's really hard to put them all together. I just want this baby to have the very best. Everything I didn't have. "

"That wasn't a trick questions, Angel. Just a simple yes or no."

He stares at me with his deep blue eyes as if he already knows the answer.

"It wasn't really the right time," I admit. " but I'm excited. And scared as hell."

I stare down at the table top, hoping to avoid his gaze. It's the first time I've been completely honest about my feelings about my pregnancy and I feel so ashamed to let the words leave my mouth.

"I figured," he replies. " It's Harry, isn' t it?"

Hearing his name pass through Ryan's lips makes my stomach twist into knots and I push my plate away from me, having lost my appetite.

"No," I reply, biting my lip to keep it from trembling.

He sighs.

"You always walk around like you've got it all figured out but I know you better than that, Audley. Behind that Wonder Woman exterior is a different kind of girl. You don't have to pretend for me."

I don't know if his words are more offensive because they're true or because he's the last person I want to hear them from.

"Pretend?" I scoff, choking back the lump in my throat. "I'm not pretending. My feelings have nothing to do with Harry. "

I say the words with bravado but I know I have zero confidence in them. I could just be honest and admit that I was having a horrible time in my marriage but it somehow felt like forbidden territory. Ryan couldn't understand how complicated marriage could be and I was too prideful to admit that my own marriage was destined for failure.

"River," Ryan sighs. I know he's absolutely serious, he never calls me River. "stop vouching for him. You can just be honest with me. He's the reason you're not happy about this."

I snatch up my purse whilst pushing myself up from the table completely outraged by his bold accusation.

"You know what? I don't need you to be a therapist right now, Ryan. What I need you to be is my best fucking friend who's happy for me."

He strokes his beard in frustration. It's obvious he knows he's crossed the line.

"Audley, you know I support everything you do. Just, please sit down."

In my constant state of erratic emotions his words do little to appease me.

" I spent all my childhood wondering who my father was and longing to have a normal family like you. And now I'm having a baby of my own. A baby who will know who their father is and have a mom and a dad. Whether I'm happy is completely irrelevant."

"Shit. I'm sorry,"

I blink back the tears that have already made their way down my cheeks.

" Just- Don't. I really need to leave. I wasn't in the mood for this anyway."

I didn't even stay to listen to his half-ass apologies or see the look of remorse on his face. None of that could fix the damage that had already been done. *** "This looks really good, Adele."

I eye the bowl of pesto pasta and fresh salad in the wooden bowls, mouth watering in anticipation. After my horrible lunch with Ryan, I'd stuck to my promise of spending the rest of the day with Mom managing to forget about all my woes for a time being. There was usually nothing being with my mom and a little pasta couldn't fix.

"Don't thank me," she smiles, pulling out her chair to take a seat. "I didn't make any of it." While the couples staying at the B&B were having dinner in the dining hall, Mom and Adele had suggested to eat on the terrace overlooking the beach. The sun has set, the moon dancing over the gentle waves that crash along the shore and a jazzy rendition of "My Silent Love" carries from the dining hall. It's the most beautiful and perfect of moments, the kind you'd search through your lexicon of memories for on a rainy day.

"Well, I'm eternally grateful to whoever is responsible," she speaks, going to pick up her silverware.

"The other option was fish but I figured it wouldn't be a good choice for our little mother," Adele flashes a smile at which I return although I'd rather not get into anymore baby talk.

"You know, I was thinking," Mom dumps a pile of pasta on my plate before continuing. " we can have your baby shower here. All the expenses will be paid for. All you have to do is bring yourself. And anyone else you might want to invite."

"Mom," I chide whilst reaching for a croissant. "I'm not due till November. Isn't it a bit too early to be planning a shower?"

She chuckles.

"River, babies grow fast. You can blink and the next thing you know you've got a squealing infant in your arms. You've got to plan these things ahead of time, otherwise you won't be prepared,"

I knew my mom was right but I couldn't help but feel as if I was being scolded. While most parents had names and nursery ideas by now, I'd thought no further than the next day.

"Your mom's right, River." Adele chimes.

My only response is to stuff my mouth with food, hoping that the topic of conversation can be moved on to something else.

"Do you even have a birthing plan?"

She stares at me, eyebrow raised and awaiting a response.

"I'm still thinking about it." I lie.

Mom shoots me a look that warns me of her super-mom powers that can see through my lies and I go back to eating, avoiding her gaze. A wave of relief washes over me when I feel my mobile vibrating in my pocket.

Glancing at the caller ID, my stomach flutters with excitement at the sight of Harry's name. This was the call I'd been waiting for all day.

"Excuse me, I have to take this." I speak, gingerly rising from my chair. I walk closer to the water where its a bit more quiet and press the receiver to my ear.

"Hello? Babe?" his deep voice drawls.

I bite my lip, trying to contain my grin.

"Harry. I'm so happy to hear your voice," I greet, steadying my breath. "how'd the flight go, did you land safely?"

"Yeah, yeah," It was fine." he replies before pausing for a while. "is that music I hear? I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

"Oh, no! I'm just having dinner at Mom's. The ocean's really pretty tonight. I wish you were here."

I wait for him to say he misses me too but he says nothing.

"Listen, darling, I was wondering if you could pick up my dry-cleaning slip? I meant to do it before I left but it slipped my mind and I won't be back until Tuesday. Don't want anyone else snatching up my clothes."

I suddenly feel as if I've taken a swift blow to the gut and I draw in a deep breath, trying to contain my anger. He wouldn't even wake me up to say goodbye but he can call about a stupid dry-cleaning slip.

"Your dry-cleaning." I laugh, although nothing is funny. "Yeah, sure. I'll take care of it." I can already feel the tears of frustration stinging my eyes.

"Thanks, babe."

"Well, you probably have more important things to do than talk to me so I'll go now."

My voice comes out wobbly and I wish I would stop getting so goddamned emotional about everything.

"Alright. Thanks again. Love ya."

"I love you too, Harry," I reply, brushing away a fallen tear.

I give no chance for a final goodbye quickly pushing my mobile back into my pocket. I glance at the sea, a deep sadness brewing in my chest as the melody from inside drifts on the wind.

You'll go along, never dreaming I care Loving somebody,somewhere Leaving me my silent love.

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LV Triangle Incorrect Quotes

Y/N: Dust, gather the others. We need to have another Crimson-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Y/N: Has anyone seen Crimson? Dust: Hold on, I got this. *clears throat* Dust: Bill Nye the science guy! Crimson, crashing through the door: BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

Dust: Crimson and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Y/N: What did you do? Dust: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Crimson: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Crimson: sapnu puaS. Dust: What?? Y/N: What language is that. Crimson: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *Crimson was removed from the groupchat*

Y/N: So, Crimson is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Dust: Why? Y/N: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Crimson, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

Dust: I didn't drink that much last night. Crimson: You were flirting with Y/N. Dust: So what? They're my partner. Crimson: You asked if they were single. Crimson: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Dust: Ooh, somebody has a crush Crimson: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Y/N I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Crimson, very much awake: Uh oh.

Dust: Wow! Y/N made you cry? Crimson, tearing up: Yes, and they said some really mean things that are only partly true.

Y/N: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Dust: Yes. Y/N: I love you. Dust: It back. *Later* Crimson: Why is Y/N crying face-down on the floor?

Dust, holding a rock: Crimson just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Y/N: If you don't marry them, I will.

Dust: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Crimson: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Y/N, scoffing: Oh, please. Crimson, to Y/N: Hey, how you doin’? Y/N: Y/N: *giggles and blushes*

*Something crashes* Dust: Shoot- Y/N: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! Crimson: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Y/N: We need to distract these guys. The voices of the sympathetic: Leave it to me. The voices of the sympathetic: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. The voices of the guarded & The voice of the indifferent chaos: *immediately begin arguing*

The voices of the sympathetic: Where is The voices of the guarded? The voice of the indifferent chaos: I'll do you one better, who is The voices of the guarded?? Y/N: Here's a better question, why is The voices of the guarded?

The voices of the sympathetic & The voices of the guarded in the back of The voice of the indifferent chaos's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! Y/N: We have food at home. The voice of the indifferent chaos: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough* The voices of the sympathetic & The voices of the guarded: YAYYYYYY! The voice of the indifferent chaos: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

The voice of the indifferent chaos: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- The voices of the sympathetic: A doll. The voices of the guarded: A cinnamon roll. Y/N: A sweetheart. The voice of the indifferent chaos: The voice of the indifferent chaos: ...stop it.

The voices of the guarded: I fell down the stairs today... Y/N: I hope you're okay. The voices of the sympathetic: Stop falling down the stairs. The voice of the indifferent chaos: How'd the ground taste?

The voice of the indifferent chaos: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Y/N. They're mad at you. Y/N: No, it's The voices of the guarded. They're just being gramatically correct! *meanwhile* The voices of the guarded: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them. The voices of the sympathetic: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'. The voices of the guarded: I stand by my choice.

The voices of the sympathetic, holding a Wii mote with a knife attached: Are Wii gonna have a problem? Y/N, bringing out their switch remote with a blade: You best switch up that attitude. -An hour later...- The voice of the indifferent chaos, in the ambulance: Wii-U! Wii-U! Wii-U! The voices of the guarded: I hate this fucking family.

The voices of the guarded, pointing to the wall: What color is this? The voices of the sympathetic: Gray. Y/N: Grey. The voices of the guarded, turning to The voice of the indifferent chaos: Now tell them what color you think it is. The voice of the indifferent chaos: Dark white.

LV Triangle Brainrot is real

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Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,147

Writers Note: This story is just an au of what if my Oc and Elvis met in high school instead of the Louisana Hayride

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: 1953 Memphis Tennessee Cecelia Valmos and her mother move to Shelby County as their house in Nashville is going through renovations, when asked to keep a low profile by her mother Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

Chapter 1

Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"Is it three yet?" Cecelia asked as she was in her bedroom brushing out her curls and adding a small victory roll. Sure, the look was out of style, but she still appreciated it."It's 2:40." Denise shouted back as Cecelia grinned. She was finally going to be hanging out with someone, a cool someone, a shy someone, but it was someone. Taking her keys from off her dresser, she was ready to go. 

"See you later, mother!"

"See you later, and be safe!" 

"I will!" walking out the door, Cecelia passed her father, "Hi Daddy, bye Daddy..." Racing to her car, she got in and drove off, waving at the fans who were there for her parents. 

"What's gotten into her?"

"A boyfriend." Denise lied, "You'd know that if you were in her life more." 

Elvis would be lying if he wasn't twiddling his thumbs with jobs at the electric company just to kill time today. His watch was reading 2:56, which meant his shift was almost over, and he could hang out with Cecelia. Elvis couldn't wait to see her, which was totally not weird because Elvis only knew her for two days, but she was cool enough for him to be excited about seeing her, right? Either way, he knew she was worth him hanging around. Pulling back up to the store, Elvis saw her pink car. Cecelia was wearing shorts and a striped shirt, leaning against the counter with the toned legs of a dancer, and boy was Elvis entertained. She had on heels. And a pink chiffon bow in her hair and Elvis wanted nothing more than to pull her close and say- 

"There you are! I was talking to this young lady here about electric wiring."

"Did you know that when the male goes into the Female, and they plug into each other, boom, we get lights!" Cecelia glanced at Elvis, acting as if she didn't know that. He was thinking about a male and a female, but not lights.  

"Mhmm... I-I-I'll actually be right back." Elvis said as he went to freshen up. It wasn't like he was trying to impress Cecelia, Well, maybe a little, changing out of his work slacks. He had on a pair of black slacks and a white lace see-through button-up shirt with pink socks and his loafers. When he walked out, Elvis had hoped he would have taken Cecelia's breath away, but instead, he heard, "You look good, Pres."

"Thanks, Cece, you uh ready to go?" 

"Yeah." Taking his keys, he opened her door, then his, as the two began their adventures,

 "So where to first, record shop, comic shop?"

"Surprise me," Cecelia said, taking a bit of a glance at him as he began to drive. He wanted to rest his hand on her thigh, but friends didn't do that. He just had to focus. 

"Music shop it is."

Music played on the radio as Cecelia hummed along. She could carry a tune, Elvis thought to himself as he listened. He didn't sing much unless it was at Church or in his house. Other than that, he was a shy little thing,  

"So Cece..."

"Hmm?"

"You never did tell me where you moved from." 

"Well, sugar..." Elvis felt his heart pound when she said sugar. That southern drawl of her was strong, a bit like Scarlet O'Hara but sweeter, "North Carolina, Originally born and raised, but then for three years I lived in Georgia, and that was like stickin your hand in a jar of hot peppers and rubbin your eyes afterward." she laughed as Elvis kept trying to focus on the road, but he had laughed with her too, 

"Sounds like it was hell."

"You've no idea, sugar." She smiled, applying her red lipstick, "So what about you? You don't exactly sound like a Memphis guy." She smirked as he blushed. It was back on him now, all the attention, 

"Well, I was born and raised in Tupelo, Mississippi," Elvis smiled as Cecelia grinned,

"That explains that heavy accent."

"Yours ain't light either,"

"I don't know what you're talkin bout." Cecelia playful nudged him as they parked at the music store, 

"Oh really, what do you call honey."

"Definitely not what you call it." She laughed at his adorable accent as he helped her out of the car, 

"And what do I call it."

"Hunneh..." she mumbled as he laughed with her,

"That's what I sound like?" He questioned as she nodded, watching him walk like he was some star of importance, which to her he was. She never could find someone with whom she could laugh about accents. When they walked in, Cecelia called to the guitars on the wall. Her medicine of choice was a Gretsch, but she didn't mind a Gibson. Or a Fender. 

"Do you play?" Elvis asked

"A little..." Cecelia said, a guitar pick in her mouth, trying to reach for one of the Gibson guitars on the top shelf.

"Mind if I..." Before Cecelia could respond, she was suspended mid-air and sitting on his shoulder,

 "Oh..." reaching for the guitar, she grabbed it, 

"Thanks, sugar. I mean, El, Pres." 

"No problem. Cece with an E," He put her down. And he grinned a little bit. Her skin was actually really smooth, not that he was surprised, but it was a bonus. Sitting down, she strummed the guitar as her pink-painted nails began to play a song. 

"Well, I don't care if the sun don't shine. I get my lovin' in the evening time. When I'm with my baby." Cecelia began to sing as she played the song with a more bluesy rock and roll feel. She had a jazz undertone, but to Elvis, it sounded like an Angel was singing to him and a guitar princess strumming with the way her fingers were on the fret playing. It was almost as if Cecelia were a pro, and the song Cecelia picked a classic. Elvis was enchanted, but he couldn't be. Cecelia probably saw him as a friend anyway, 

"Do you play Pres..."

"El..."

"Elvis!"

"Hmm, sorry, I-I-I was thinkin." he stuttered as Cecelia blushed. Why was he so cute and innocent? She couldn't think of him like this. He was her friend, and he probably didn't feel the same.

"Oh, I was wondering if you played guitar."

"A little." He rubbed the back of his neck, "But how about the comic book shop?" he added. He wanted to save Beale Street for later in the afternoon when the lights started to come on, and the street really came to life, 

"I'd like that," putting the guitar down. The two then walked to the comic book store, 

"So, where'd you learn to sing and play like that!"

"Well, my mother, she sings, and my daddy, when he was around, played guitar, then I learned the rest from B.B. King." She shrugged,

"A girl who enjoys good music."

"Good music, good food, and great SUPERMAN!" she rushed to the window as Elvis laughed, 

"Cece, wait up!"

"EL IT'S A NEW ISSUE."

"Superman nice... But" his eyes saw a Jay Garrick comic, he snuck off and picked it up as he showed her, all he heard was a gasp, 

"ELVIS YOU FOUND IT!"She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, a blush creeping on his face, 

"F-F-Found what?"

"The comic issue I've been lookin for! " 

"you're welcome!" there were eyes on them as Cecelia and Elvis both blushed, 

"A discount for your date there," Irene said. Irene was the daughter of the owner. She knew Elvis well, in the sense he'd buy his Captain Marvel Jr. comics here. 

"She's just a friend, Irene."

"Sugar, look what I found!

"Mhmm, a friend..." Irene smirked, "I'll ring that one up, too." she winked, walking toward the counter. 

"This one's gonna be legendary..." He looked at the comic book as she grinned, "Definitely legendary." When they left the comic shop, they walked to the car to further their adventure. As they cruised down the street, the radio had been playing Dean Martins That's Amore, in which Cecelia had taken it upon herself to croon her entire heart out as Elvis as the test subject, 

"Y-You speak Italian..."

"Well, I've sung in German, French, Italian, and Spanish," she grins, "But Sometimes I speak French." 

"I-I-I-"

" Êtes-vous d'accord, Elvis?" Cecelia leaned in,

"I don't know what you just said. Hell, it sounded pretty." Elvis's brain was short-circuiting. If she was being a flirt, then he needed to get her back for it, too. 

"You think so. I've been a little rusty and haven't been to a French restaurant in a while..." She sighed,

"You live an interestin life, Cece." 

"I try to. Sometimes, I can never sit in one place. I have to be doing somethin. You know El. Like playing violin or singin or," Elvis was listening to her. She was passionate and energetic, a fast talker when she was excited, and he loved it. 

"Am I talking top?"

"No, you're talkin just fine," opening her door, he took her hand and helped her out as she blushed. He was a gentleman, a good listener, had a keen attention to detail, and had soft yet slightly callused hands that she could admire. 

"So this is Beale Street..." She said to herself,

"Wait til you see it at 7 pm. It's only 5, so we got time to see whatever you want." 

"Hmm... Let's walk and get into some good trouble." She grinned as Elvis smirked,

"I'm beginin to really like you." he said, as Cecelia blushed, "As a friend."

"Me too, kid," she giggled. Ruffling up his hair as she laughed, 

"I-I- I ain't no kid, Cece, why I bet I'm older than you."

"When's your birthday, El," Cecelia smirked, stepping up to him,

"January 8th, 1935." he smirked as if he were right, and she would grovel at his feet and say she was, in fact, a kid, a mere worm, "What about you, huh,"

"January 7th, 1935." she grinned, 

"Damn it, guess you're the boss." He laughed as the two then came up towards a tailor shop. Elvis was standing at the window looking at the suits and the shoes, 

"Wanna go in?" Cecelia asked. Elvis looked a bit hesitant. He had always craved the look, but he knew he couldn't afford it much. 

"I can't really afford much of anything in there..."

"Elvis Aaron Presley, You are going in that store. You will try on whatever it is you want, so that way, you know what you'll want when you can," she smirked, taking him by the hand and dragging him through the doors. She was gutsy, and he liked it, 

"Excuse me, but my friend here wants to try on..." Her eyes scanned the room for the pink suit that was in the window, "That fine suit right there, if you please." she smiled,

"Of course, Ms. If you'd follow me, sir."

"Cece..."

"Trust me, you'll look great." Cecelia smiled as she sat down in the waiting area, reading the men's fashion magazines and swoony at some of the men in them. She could hear Elvis in there having a bit of a ball and commotion of the experience, a snicker leaving her lips, 

"Cece little help here!" was all she heard, and then it was,

"Well, Ms., what do you think?"

"Well...I..." The pink in the outfit brought out those electric baby blues, and the lace gave him this alluring, sultry feel. The pants gave him an essence that told him he could have anything he ever dreamed of, and suddenly, she was beginning to dream of him in broad daylight, "Well, Cece..." the sinister smirk on his face was doing something to she'd never felt before,

 "Stand up straight..." she stood up, "Well, aren't you cookin' good lookin," Cecelia smirked, looking him up and down like one would inspect a car. 

"You really think so?" He asked as he danced a little in the outfit,

"Mhmm..." Her mind was racing, but they were just friends, "You could get any girl in that."

"You should get it for your boyfriend, Ms. We'll make up a fake invoice if you want to keep you two a secret..."The clerk smirked as both Cecelia and Elvis blushed,

"Oh no, we're just friends and just browsin' around, really," Elvis said as he went to get changed back into his clothes. Cecelia was tricky to read, but he knew he'd get the gist of her. Cecelia couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, but maybe she was just hungry. 

"You hungry?"

"Hmm, I could eat, El." she took his hand as she waved the shopkeepers goodbye, 

"So the thing about me getting any girl..."

"You could in that outfit. You just gotta be confident, you know..." She paused. There in the cafe was an array of black skin dancing and singing, having a grand time while they were enjoying their burgers and fries, 

"We can eat here if you'd like." 

"YES!" this was the life she had missed, the life Elvis had always known. 

"Hey Elvis!" some teenage girls waved at him as he waved back. 

"Hey Mildred, Shirley, Rudy," he winked as they giggled, "Who's your friend."

"Cecelia Valmos." She introduced herself as they walked over and sat down, "Oh girl, I love your hair!" one of the girls said as Cecelia grinned, 

"Thank you. I love yours, too!"

"She just moved here not too long ago." 

"You picked a good tour guide."Rudy said, "He's always here like he lives here," she chuckled, 

"Is that so."

"Girl, you should see E cut up a rug. He's like a white guy with a black soul." Shirley commented as Elvis blushed, "And when He sings..."

"Ladies, I'm right here." he blushed, getting embarrassed a bit. 

"I'll keep that in mind." she chuckled. The waitress then came by as she looked at saw Elvis, 

"Let me guess, cheeseburger, a milkshake, fries salted." she laughed, "And for you, dear?"

"Cheeseburger and a soda, please." 

"No fries?" Elvis asked,

"I'll just eat yours."

"Aw, a date?"

Elvis and Cecelia quickly shook their heads,

"We're just friends..." Cecelia said,

"For now, " the three girls had said as they went to dance with their boyfriends. Cecelia watched them as she then looked at Elvis, who was tapping his foot, 

"You wanna dance?" offering her hand out to him,

"Sure." Elvis took her hand as they went up to the jukebox. Let's have a Party was playing, and that's what Cecelia intended to do. The two were dancing together and laughing as it had clearly been the most fun the two had been having. Pulling her close and spinning her around, he was impressed with her footwork. There had been a few girls he'd danced with, but this one, for once, could keep up. He then began doing his own thing as Cecelia watched his hips. She began to be mesmerized until she joined him. Swaying her hips as Cecelia danced around him, another guy took her by the hand as they began to do the Lindy Hop, flipping her over his shoulder as Cecelia laughed. He was impressed with her courage and how much of a fun time she was. 

"HEY E CATCH!" Bernard shouted as he spun Cecelia into Elvis's arms.

Elvis caught Cecelia as he dipped her, heart racing as she looked up at him, "Nice catch..." She said as Elvis blushed, "Nice, dancin." he then walked them both to their table. Sitting down, Cecelia and Elvis ate and talked as she took some of his fries, and he took some of her pickles from her burger, 

"So, has today been fun so far," Elvis asked as Cecelia sighed.

"I don't know, I mean..."

"Yes..."

"Well..."

"Cece..."

"I've been havin a blast!" she smiled. 

"Great, 'cause now I wanna show you the true Beale Street." he smiled, clutching his heart at her reaction. 

"Is this not the real..." walking outside. Cecelia saw the city lights. They felt more comforting than New York and brighter than Paris. They felt like home. Elvis could see the sparkle in her eyes as she was mesmerized by the scene music from every street, people dancing, cars going by,

 "May I?"

"You may." Elvis took Cecelia's hand and walked with her across the street, walking by other shops and bands. Cecelia could feel that this was where music truly lived. There was a group of musicians playing as Elvis began to mumble under his breath and sing the words. Cecelia had tried to listen. 

"You know... You heard me sing..." Cecelia smirked,

"Yeah, I did..."

"it's your turn..." 

"Cece..."

"Please, Pres..."

"Cil..."

"Elvis... Elvis...Elvis." She cheered as he took a deep breath and sang along to the song. When he began to sing, it was like time stood still to try to catch up to him. He was lost in the music, dancing and almost nearly performing the song. When he had stopped, Elvis had noticed Cecelia's mouth completely wide open in shock.

"ELVIS AARON PRESLEY!!! WHY ARE YOU NOT ON THE RADIO!" Cecelia playfully shook him about. As he laughed, "Or on TV, people should have posters of your records!!" she grinned, 

"I could say the same about you," he smiled as Cecelia giggled. He was right, but she was right, too.

 "Yeah, but this is about you!"

"Well, Cil, I got terrible stage fright." He laughed, "I can't be no singer or actor with stage fright." he sighed,

"Yeah, you can. Many get nervous, too."Cecelia said as she got closer to him,

"I-I-I-I da-don't pronounce my W's right an..."

"So, you got the look, I mean behind the lanky look and the choppy colored hair... There's a star." Cecelia backed away,

"Cil..."

"Imagine it, everyone screamin Elvis Presley!" she twirled, stumbling a bit as he caught her,

"Yeah... no," He laughed. Maybe if I played football or somethin, they should be cheerin your name." he smirked, lifting her up again on his shoulders, "Cecelia Valmos, the great guitar player, the amazing singer." he looked up at her as she looked down at him both their eyes meeting, 

"Elvis Presley, the great dancer! Mover of hips and remover of panties!" she joked as Elvis turned red,

"That don't sound half bad." he laughed with her, the two heading back to his car, 

"Elvis... Are you free tomorrow?"

"I got church an work, but after that..." 

"Wanna hang out again tomorrow?" Cecelia asked,

"Sure, we could go to a park or the library, maybe we could study at my place?"

"We could do that, I could make brownies as a snack," 

"It's a done deal then Cece," he smiled driving her to her car,

"See you tomorrow El."

"Same time?"

"Same time!"

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Hush (J.K.) 11

Chapter Eleven- Hard Day

pairings: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 1,832

warnings: angst, depression, fear, mind tricks

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I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out the shower. I wiped the fog off the mirror and looked at my reflection.

Eyes red and puffy.

Just great.

I ran some cold water and grabbed a rag, wetting it and putting it on my face so my eyes wouldn't be puffy in the morning. I went into my room and picked out a sleep shirt, throwing it on. I got under the covers and couldn't help but start crying again. I kept wiping my eyes but more tears just kept spilling out.

How did my life come to this?

Why is this happening to me?

What did I do to deserve th-this torture?

I cried until there were no tears left to cry and tried to fall asleep but couldn't. I checked the time and saw that it was almost time for me to get up and get ready for school. I groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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I woke up to my alarm going off feeling like I only slept for five minutes instead of an hour. I groaned and shut it off, stretching before I got out the bed.

I went into my closet and picked out an outfit for the day. I decided on a black halter shirt, a acid wash jumper, and a pair of black boots.

I looked into the mirror and saw that my eyes were still puffy. So much for the cold rag. I put my hair up in a messy bun and called it a day. I ran down the stairs and grabbed myself a granola bar. I filled Poco's water and food bowls before I headed outside. I looked across the street and saw that there was still police tape up at Carter's house.

If only they knew who really did it and there was no way of catching him.

I climbed in the car and plugged in my aux cord, ready to blast Beautiful by Bazzi, when I noticed that my aux cord was missing.

Where'd it go? I know I had last night when I dropped Jungkook off.

I shrugged it off and just turned on the radio, and of course all they were doing was talking about "hot topics".

All of a sudden I heard a lot of static coming from the radio. I figured it was just because the signal was weak so I changed the station. But this had static too. I twisted the dial and it seemed every station was all static.

"What the hell?" Through the static it sounded like someone was whispering something but I couldn't quite make it out. I just decided to turn off the radio all together and drove in silence.

I was almost to the school when I heard my phone go saying I had a text. I waited until I got to a stop light to read it.

Kookie: Hey my ride bailed on me. Could u come get me? I'll pay you gas money

: Of course lol who would turn down gas money. Omw

I put in his address into the GPS just before the stop light changed. It seemed like I did a complete 360° when I started to his house.

How didn't I notice this last night?

He literally lives in the house directly behind me. I guess it was so dark last night and I was so tired that I didn't even realize he lived so close. Matter of fact I never noticed this house before and I've lived here forever. I guess that's what happens when you don't pay attention. I pulled up in his driveway and texted him to come out.

30 seconds later he came out. I took in his outfit and saw that we were kind of matching. He's wearing a white, distressed jumper, a white shirt with a black outline, and some white slides.

He got into the car and waved hi. I waved hi back and he looked me up and down, taking in my outfit.

Kookie: I see we're twins today 😁

I nodded," Yep."

I noticed that his eyes were brown today.

Must've gotten tired of having those contacts in.

I backed out of the driveway and headed towards school again. I heard Jungkook digging around in his backpack. When we got to a stop light he tapped me. He was holding my aux cord in one hand and his phone in the other with a message on it.

: Sorry I think I grabbed it last night when you dropped me off. Sorry if u were bored there's always the radio.

I took it from him," Thanks I was." I plugged it in and finally listened to my song for the day.

Hey Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel Love your imperfections every angle Tomorrow comes and goes before you know So I just had to let you know

The way that Gucci look on you, amazing But nothing can compare to when you're naked Now a Backwood and some Henny got you faded You're saying you're the one for me, I need to face it

Started when we were younger Swear to God that I loved her Sorry that your mum found out Guess that we just really had the thunder Ain't nobody else said I'd be under Beautiful, beautiful life right now Beautiful, beautiful night right now No, no, no

We pulled up to the school before I could hear the full song unfortunately.  We got out the car and he tapped me again.

:That song is amazing. What's it called?

"Beautiful by Bazzi, I love it. It's a good pick me up song, you know."

He nodded his head in agreement.

:Why do you need a pick me up?

"I just had a rough night that's all. Nothing too serious," I said.

: want to talk about it? I can see the bags under your eyes; you can talk to me, I'm a pretty good listener

I shook my head, "No thanks but thanks. I'm fine."

The bell rang signaling we had 10 minutes till class rang  so we headed inside. I went to my locker and when I opened a piece of paper fell out. I looked down at it and saw that it was stained red.

I picked it up and slowly opened it. When I saw what it was, I screamed and dropped it on the floor. I felt everyone's eyes on me but they didn't see what was inside that paper.

It was a bloody ear inside, the owner probably being the man Hoodie killed last night Matt. Jungkook and Ally came over to me.

"Mahj are you ok?" she asked.

I shook my head and pointed down at the ground towards the bloody ear. She looked down at it and laughed. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"How could that have possibly scared you," she asked.

"What?" I asked,"So you don't see what I see?"

She bent over and picked it up. "Mahj, its just mini jelly filled donut from Long's."

"What," I looked at it again and still saw a bloody ear. I looked over at Jungkook and it seemed he had a ghost of a smirk on his face, but when he noticed I was looking at him it was gone.

"You see that too?"

He nodded and shrugged his shoulders. He pulled out his phone and asked me what I saw.

I shook my head,"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Trust me. Its better if you don't know."

Ally popped it in her mouth and I gagged. I covered my mouth and turned away from her. She laughed," Chill, it wasn't even on the ground that long. Long's should never go to waste."

She walked away and headed back to her locker. Jungkook patted my back and walked away to his. I bent down and picked up the piece of paper it was in.

Written in black marker it said," I just wanted to hEar you scream, don't forget about what I told you. You're mine and the fun has just begun, have a nice day!"

I balled the paper up and threw it away in the trash. I grabbed what I needed and headed to class. Soon as I got in the room, I put my head down on the table and groaned. I felt Ally and Jungkook sit down beside me, but I didn't move to acknowledge them.

When the class started I finally lifted my head. I could feel them sending me concerned looks but I chose to ignore them and attempt to focus.

Today's gonna be a long day.

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Finally school was over for the day and I was heading home to the comfort of my bed. I had been dodging questions from everyone all day asking me was I okay.

Well would you be okay if Death was torturing you, telling you that you were his and no one else's, and had took you out to watch him murder someone. I know for sure if I had said that they would be sending me off to the best therapist in the state.

It also didn't help that I was constantly see blood and guts everywhere I went. My pens were writing in blood, my math teacher's eyes looked lifeless, hell even my spaghetti looked like the small intestine. I was almost to my car when I felt a tap and jumped around ready to fight. It was Jungkook holding up his hands in peace.

I sighed,"Sorry been having a bad day. What's up?"

:I was wondering if you wanted to finish working on the book. The quicker we get it done the better right?

I nodded," Um yeah, let's go"

We got into the car and headed home. I decided to just turn on the radio this time; they had to be playing something by now.

When I switched it on, all I heard was the static from earlier. I hit the dashboard,"What is going on with the radio today? Will anything work right today?"

I could feel Jungkook judging me from the corner my eye but ignored him and kept hitting the dashboard. It seemed like the static's volume kept increasing from each hit. The whispering was more prominent this time too. I could almost make out what it was saying, it sounded like the cries of the people that I heard in hell. From what I could partially make out, they were saying he was coming and to be afraid.

I quickly shut it off and sped home not caring about the speed limit.