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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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If I Fell For You (Part 5) - Date Night

Summary: The reader and Jensen go on their first fancy date together before attending a nanny happy hour the next night. The reader makes a new friend there to Jensen’s dismay but someone from the past will come along and change things between the new couple...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, lying, angst, mention of past child abuse/assault, fluff

A/N: This a rough one, not gonna lie. Enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N, I’m downstairs when you’re ready,” said Jensen through your closed bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in five,” you said.

“See you in fifteen,” he chuckled before he walked away. You walked back into your bathroom, looking over your hair in a bun. It looked like a freaking messy bun actually. You should have done it down and in big flowy waves instead. You pouted and smoothed out your dress. Of course you were bloated and you’d nicked your leg more than once shaving earlier.

“It’s Jensen,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath. “He’s never even seen you in makeup before. You’re fine. He��s not gonna say anything.”

You forced yourself out of the bathroom and slipped on your heels, your clutch in your hand. You wobbled for a step or two on the carpet but did better once you were out in the hardwood hall. Ten seconds later you were downstairs, heading over to the foyer area.

“All set?” you asked, Jensen spinning around. He smiled as he stared, eyes looking you up and down more than once, not even trying to hide it.

“Y/N, you look pretty,” said Arrow as she rushed in from the family room.

“Yes she does,” said Jensen. “We’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” she said, wandering off with a little wave.

Half an hour later you were sat at a table in a very nice restaurant, Jensen tugging on his collar. His cheeks were slightly pink but it wasn’t from the cold outside.

“So...what’s a good wine?” you asked, sliding the drink list over to him. “I’m not really good with the names.”

“You like red or white?” he asked.

“Normally red,” you said. “You?”

“I like a Merlot,” he said. “You like dry?”

“Sure,” you said.

“We’re not going dutch tonight you know right. This is all on me.”

“We can go dutch, Jensen.”

“I asked you out and this is fancy, even for me. My treat, okay?” he asked.

“Alright,” you said, looking around the restaurant and over in the distance to the bar. “You know I could go for a lemon drop actually.”

He smirked and set the list down, a waiter coming by. He ordered a gin and tonic for himself while you got your cocktail, Jensen breaking off part of a breadstick from the basket.

“Bread’s good,” he said with his mouth full.

“So. Ackles,” you said, picking up a piece and tearing off a chunk with your teeth. He stared and started to laugh to himself. “Ah, there’s my sweet guy.”

“Thought you were gonna say boyfriend for a second.”

“This is our second official date,” you said. “So. Boyfriend.”

“Yes girlfriend?” he chuckled.

“What’s an appetizer look like in a place like this? Like a tiny cube of cheese with some dressing they’re gonna charge twenty bucks for or something like that?”

“You’re goofy,” he said, a big smile stuck on his face. “Uh, they probably have something like that. There’s normally some kind of bread olive oil bowl option.”

“Fancy people eat like a starving college student apparently,” you said. He tried to hide his laugh as your waiter brought over the drinks and a pair of menus. “Excuse me but can you recommend an appetizer? We’re both new to town and are wondering what you think is a good choice.”

“You can’t go wrong with our sourdough and seasoned oil dipping sauce,” he said. You glanced at Jensen and smiled. “The artichoke spinach dip and tartar crackers are also quite lovely.”

“Do you have anything with a little more substance? We’re quite starving,” said Jensen.

“The fried calamari and crab cake poppers combo is a great option,” he said.

“What’s calamari?” you asked.

“Squid, miss,” said the waiter.

“We’ll have that combo,” said Jensen.

“Perfect. I’ll put that in and be back shortly to get your dinner orders,” he said. He took off and you made a face at Jensen.

“Squid?” you asked.

“It’s fried. Trust me, it’s pretty good,” he said. “I could go for a good steak. You see a filet on here yet?”

“Uh,” you said, eyes scanning the page and seeing most everything was something you’d never heard of.

“There it is,” he said. “I’m getting that and scalloped potatoes. See anything you want to try?”

“Uh, why does half of this seem like it’s a foreign language to me?” you asked. Jensen looked at his menu and chuckled.

“That would be because it’s in French. We’re in Canada and this is a french restaurant.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. He got up and leaned over the back of your chair, glancing at the page.

“These are soups and salads,” he said, pointing near the top. “Sandwiches. Pasta. Main dishes down here.”

“Uh, maybe pasta?” you said. He knelt down and read off the dishes to you one by one, your waiter returning by the time he was just finishing.

“Anything I can assist you with?” he asked.

“I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with chicken please,” you said, handing the menu to him, Jensen returning to his seat.

“Face principale?” he asked. You stared at Jensen and he smiled.

“She doesn’t speak French,” said Jensen.

“My apologies miss. What would you like for your main side dish?” asked the waiter. “Steamed vegetables, scalloped potatoes, lobster bisque-”

“I’ll have the vegetables,” you said. Jensen ordered and the waiter went to get your appetizer, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think twice about the French thing.”

“Kinda hot that you know French,” you said. “I should try to learn it if we’re gonna be up here for a few months.”

“I’m an idiot and I learned it so you’ll do just fine picking it up,” he said.

“So where’d you learn in the first place?”

“I’m stuffed,” you said, plopping your napkin from your lap onto the table awhile later. Jensen took the last bite of the piece of mouse pie, licking his lips as he finished. “This might have been the best alfredo I’ve ever had.”

“I enjoyed it. Mostly I enjoyed listening to you talk,” he said. You blushed and looked away, Jensen letting out a small hum. “It’s funny. Doesn’t really feel like just a second date, does it.”

“No, not really,” you said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends first.”

“Well I definitely like being friends with you,” he said.

“Me too, Jensen.”

“Want to get out of here?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, the two of you outside a few minutes later wrapped up in your coats. Your feet were cold in just your heels, Jensen’s arm wrapping around your waist when you almost slipped more than once. It was slow going back to the car, especially when it started to snow lightly.

“You know, that dress would still look hot with winter boots,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” you said.

“No apology necessary. I got freaking dress shoes on and my feet are cold. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up,” he said.

“The perils of being a woman,” you said.

“Well, no need to impress me is all I’m saying. I ain’t looking at your feet anyways,” he said.

“Oh well in that case I’ll wear some nice baggy sweats next date.”

“Please do,” he said.

“You really don’t care, do you.”

“I think you look beautiful tonight. But I think you look beautiful every night. You did your hair and makeup and this is stunning, don’t get me wrong. But she’s not more beautiful than the girl at home with hair tossed up all messy walking around in oversized shirts and leggings. It’s like flowers. Both are pretty but one isn’t more pretty than the other.”

“Where the fuck did I find you?”

“At my house,” he chuckled. You whacked his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Almost back to the car. I’ll blast the heat for us when we’re in there.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

“Thank you for the date, honey. I mean it. We’ll do it again sometime. Promise.”

Saturday Night

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” said Brandon. You sipped up the last of your beer, glancing over to the bar where Jensen was tapping his finger.

“He’s fine,” you said. “So any good parks around the west side of town?”

“Center Grove is always my choice. Good playground, nice area, cops routinely are around. Parking can kinda be a bitch sometimes but it’s worth it in my opinion. My kids love it.”

“You’ve been their nanny for five years you said?”

“Mhm,” he said, knocking back the last of his drink. “Shawn’s mom is their mom’s best friend.”

“Oh. So you had an in already.”

“You know long term gigs are the way to go in this job,” he said. “Not too many American girls come up here. Your accent is cute.”

“Is it, eh?” you chuckled.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” he said, Jensen walking back with two beers and a clenched jaw.

“You okay?” you asked as he sat it down in front of you.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a long sip. Brandon slid off his seat and made a face.

“I need a refill anyways. Nice meeting you Y/N. We gotta hang some time,” he said as he walked away.

“For sure,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind his back. “Jensen what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Well you obviously have a problem with Brandon.”

“I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with my girlfriend flirting with another guy.”

“I was not flirting. I’m trying to make new friends. It was your idea to come to this thing tonight anyways.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“In case I wasn’t clear, I’m not the kind of guy where I’m okay with you dating multiple people at once. I don’t get that not exclusive shit.”

“I’m with you and only you. I was being nice. Geez, let’s just go,” you said. You got up and pulled your coat on, bumping into a guy on the way out. He turned and apologized, staring at you a little long.

“Y/N?” he asked, a big smile on his face. “My Y/N?”

“Dad?” you said, his face much older looking than you remembered but his eyes still the same.

“Dad?” said Jensen. You brushed past your dad and outside, Jensen hot on your heels.

“Y/N,” your dad said as he left the bar.

“Stay away from me,” you said. “Jensen I want to go home right now.”

“What-”

“Right fucking now!”

He held up his hands and you walked around the block to the car, getting inside and Jensen taking off.

“So your dad’s alive huh,” he said. You stared out the dark window with crossed arms. “So is everything I know about you bullshit?”

“What?”

“Is literally anything you’ve ever told me true? Your dad obviously didn’t die when you were a kid. All those late night talks about family and shit, you just like to fuck with people or something?”

“I was not flirting with Brandon you asshole. You didn’t need to know my whole life story the second I meet you.”

“Oh. Okay. Just your fake life story then, huh?” he said. You shook your head as he got stuck at a red light. “If I can’t trust you, I can’t employ you let alone date you.”

“Whatever,” you said. He drove in silence until you were out of the city, going along quieter roads. You were close to the house when he suddenly turned right towards the local park and stopped in the lot, putting the car in park. He touched your arm and you turned, Jensen leaning over and kissing you roughly, far more roughly than you thought he was capable of. You blinked when he pulled back, Jensen looking you up and down.

“He won’t hurt you.”

“What?”

“Did he walk out on you and your mom?” he asked. “You told him to stay away from you. Sort of shouted it at him. Maybe you lied but maybe...I’m sorry I got jealous of Brandon. I’m still scared and I think you’re still scared too and that’s okay. If you lied about your dad, I’m gonna trust you have a good reason for it. I’m sorry for what I said. I trust you and I don’t want to know what my life is like without you in it.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he said. “We can just go home, okay?”

“Why’d you pull over?”

“Because I knew I didn’t mean it and I knew I overreacted. I said I’d mess up when we started. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m 42 with three kids. Brandon is thirty and young and stronger than I am and can go out to the bar whenever he wants. You have options. You don’t have to settle for me.”

“If I’d wanted to settle, I’d have married my ex. What I wanted was the guy that forgives me for not telling him the whole story cause I’m not ready to say it. I want the guy that makes me happy and feel like I have a teenage crush but it’s deeper than that. You’re not the settle for option, Jensen. Why don’t you get that?”

“The last time I felt like this, I married the girl,” he said quietly. “That didn’t turn out so well.”

“You didn’t get the time you deserved with her. It doesn’t mean it ended badly. You loved her and she knew it. She wants you to be happy again, whether it’s me or somebody else.”

“See? That’s the shit that tells me...it tells me to keep falling for you. I’m so sorry for how I acted tonight.”

“I lied about my dad and not a little white one either,” you said with a nod. You turned away and felt his hand on your cheek. “So much of what I told you was a lie.”

“You don’t have to tell me the truth right now, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek and you glanced over, meeting his soft green eyes.

“My mom died giving birth to me,” you said, Jensen nodding. “He hated me for it. Hated me. He would hurt me when I was a toddler. When I was four he started doing...other things.”

“Four?” he breathed out.

“I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. Not until I started school. I was scared though so I never said anything. One of my friends mom’s realized what was going on when I was over playing one day. He went away and lost custody. I went into foster care briefly and got adopted when I was eight. Single mom who’d lost her husband young. That’s my mom. She was a kind person. Ray was always good to her and to me. But I asked him not to adopt me after she was gone and he knew it was because I was still scared of a dad again. Being a nanny, I’ve met fathers that look at me and I just know what was going through their head. I reported him and kinda fucked up their family situation but-”

“That was the right thing to do,” he said.

“I know it was. I’ve just...I’ve had more than one guy and even a woman walk in on me changing or into my bathroom and it’s like, she’s just the help, nobody cares. They don’t touch so it’s like...what can I even do? Then my house before this one, the guy tried getting in my shower with me and I shoved him and he broke his arm and I just don’t understand why so many people think I’m just a piece of meat. Even my ex never got why it bothered me so much. They didn’t touch me so what was wrong with it? He just didn’t get it. He would get mad if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Nobody ever fucking gets it except you who I lied to and pissed off tonight and without a word of an explanation why, you say you won’t let somebody hurt me. Do you get why you’re the opposite of fucking settling Jensen?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t Jensen.”

“How?”

“Because you’re a good person. You’re so gentle and kind. I know you’re strong and tough but I see it everyday. You should never be worried about how your kids will turn out. If they are half as good as you are they’ll be fucking great people. Your daughters aren’t gonna put up with shit and your son is gonna be kind to everyone and say fuck you to the toxic guys out there. I can already tell the kind of person you are through them and it’s a good one. A really good one.”

“I’m not the only good person in their lives,” he said. You sniffled and looked down, Jensen’s hand sliding under your chin and tilting it up. “You don’t have to apologize for not telling me all of that. Never apologize for not telling me that. Okay?”

“I never told anyone about…the other stuff,” you said, wanting to look down but Jensen’s hand holding your chin up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry it took you so long to find people that would protect you.”

“You mean…” He nodded and dropped his hand away, running it over your head. “You’re not gonna like, go back and kick his ass are you?”

“Want me to? I’m very tempted at the moment,” he said.

“I just want to go home. I could use one of those hugs right now.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? Just to stay, nothing more.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead, a tiny smile crossing your face. Ten minutes later you were home and the babysitter was gone, Jensen pulling you into his room next to yours. You blew your nose in his bathroom and washed off your face, lifting your head to find a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts on the vanity beside you. He smiled as he ducked out, leaving you to change. You let your hair down and took off your bra before you walked out and saw his blanket on the opposite side of the bed. “Warm enough?”

You spun around as he walked inside and you nodded, Jensen pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry for how I was at the bar,” you said.

“I was the one that overreacted, not you,” he said. You felt goosebumps on your arms and he pulled away to turn up the heat, nodding over to the bed. The covers were flung back and you climbed underneath, Jensen getting in on his side. His arm wrapped over your waist and pulled your chest close to his, face only inches away. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. No one will hurt you again. I promise.”

You moved closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

“Remember last Saturday when we were on the trampoline and you talked about those safety nets,” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a really good net,” you said softly.

“So are you,” he murmured. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shut your eyes. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“A princess,” you said. He chuckled and you smiled. “I wanted a prince to come take me away and everything would be just fine.”

“Really?”

“Princesses were always happy at the end of the movie,” you said. “They got the boy and they were happy. Then I grew up and prince charming doesn’t exist.”

“Cause you’re not a damsel in distress. You didn’t need the prince to save you.”

“But the prince would have made life so much easier.”

“I’m partial to badass princesses myself,” he said. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“I’ve never noticed your freckles before.”

“They come out more when I spend some time in the sun.” You moved a hand up and traced under his eye, Jensen nuzzling into his pillow. “Make you a deal. If the badass princess saves me, the scared prince will save her too.”

“Okay,” you said. You kissed him lazily, Jensen smiling through it.

“Do you want to be a nanny forever?”

“Not forever. It’s an easy way to feel like you have a family when you don’t.”

“Now you do,” he said.

“Jensen you don’t know if this will work out.”

“I do and you do and we’ll take it slow anyways,” he said. “Which is why I’m asking do you want to be a nanny forever.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe someday I won’t need one,” he said.

“I thought about being an elementary school teacher when I was eighteen for a hot second.”

“You did? You’d be amazing.”

“Pay in Texas is crap though. I make more as a nanny.”

“If money wasn’t an issue though, would you want to be a teacher still?”

“Anything at all?” you asked, Jensen nodding, nose brushed against yours. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” he asked, reluctantly letting you out of bed.

“I’m good. I want to show you something,” you said. You slipped out of the room and down the hall to the playroom, picking up a book. Jensen was sat up in bed when you returned and crawled under the covers. You handed him the book and he smiled.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, flipping it over. “There’s no serial code on it.”

“You can’t buy it. I wrote a children’s book and printed a few copies for myself,” you said.

“You wrote a book?” he asked, flipping through it. “Did you draw this?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen staring at you. “I don’t know if it’s any good. I never tried publishing it.”

“You want to write children’s books, don’t you?” he said, starting to read the story.

“I have a number of them written out. I would make up the stories for kids at bedtime and decided to write them down. It’s kinda like whinnie the poo, that age group, you know? Same group of characters but different stories,” you said.

“These are adorable,” he said, turning another page. You were quiet while he read through for a few minutes, Jensen smiling when he shut the book. “I’ve never read a children’s book where they deal with the loss of a parent.”

“The kids really like it,” you said.

“You should publish this. Seriously. It’s cute and I’m a grown ass man and it made me feel better about Dee.”

“It’s just a story,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I make stories for a living. This whole place would fall apart without stories. This is good. You should consider trying to get it published.”

“Maybe if that nanny job doesn’t work out I will,” you said.

“Do you mind if I keep this?” he asked.

“Not at all. I gave it to JJ in the first place.”

“Thanks. I want to read this to the twins tomorrow,” he said. He set it on the nightstand and slid back down, pulling you with him. “Why’d the mom fox die in the story? I would have expected the dad wolf considering…”

“Wish fulfillment for a nice father,” you said. “Plus I like drawing the wolf.”

“I like him. He’s fluffy,” chuckled Jensen. “Is that why you asked if I carry a picture of my kids when we met?”

“I’m done with asshole parents. If they treat their kids like shit they sure as hell aren’t gonna treat me any better. You seemed like a good guy. Good guys tend to do that kind of thing.”

“I’m not always good.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said. You shut your eyes and nuzzled close to him, Jensen letting out a soft hum. “You okay? With me being here.”

“Very. Feeling better after everything that happened?”

“Mhm,” you said. “I’m still sorry I lied to you.”

“Did you ever lie about your mom?” he asked. “I mean aside from the fact she adopted you, did you lie about her?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t lie, not really. I’m sorry it came out like that. You should have been able to tell me in your own time.”

“You still would have been angry,” you said.

“I still would have come to my senses too. I’m not perfect. I never was.”

“I don’t want someone perfect,” you said. Your head rested against his chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and tucked it under his chin, adjusting the blankets once before he stilled.

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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lostcoves · 4 years ago

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ft. taishiro toyomitsu (fatgum) x gn!reader

genre: angst with a bittersweet ending

wc & warnings: 1.7k | hospitals, blood, bus crash, alcohol, drunk!(y/n)

premise: your first day in university of tokyo hospital’s emergency room is surely a day to remember.

note: my contribution to @instantnuma’s love hospital collab! i had a blast writing this piece as someone who comes from generations of medical personnel! hope you all enjoy!

university of tokyo hospital, home to some of the most renowned minds in the medical profession.

and somehow you ended up here as an intern in their emergency department.

why the emergency room of all places? couldn’t they have assigned you to pediatrics?! you loved kids! kids were cute! why did it have to be the emergency room?

you panicked easily, ironic for someone who just graduated medical school to pursue a career in medicine. at least, you weren’t a surgeon. you knew your limits.

you hovered by the nurse’s station, unsure what to do. you were supposed to meet your attending, dr. toyomitsu. yet, they were nowhere to be seen.

damnit, did my attending really flake on my first day? you thought to yourself, shuffling a bit by the nurse station.

BAM! the doors of the emergency room swung open, revealing a large blond handsome man performing cpr on the person attached to the stretcher. the paramedics wheeled the wounded in and the handsome man began shouting orders.

“kirishima, i need fifteen milligrams of morphine, stat! get me some wrap for this sucking chest wound, too!” the man commanded the room with an iron fist.

you couldn’t help but watch in all, as the handsome man treated the patient’s wound. a spiky redhead- you assumed to be kirishima- appeared behind you with morphine and wrap, securing the patient’s wound while nurses hooked the patient up to the machines.

“page the OR, amajiki. this man is gonna need major surgery,” the handsome man directed an indigo haired man. the other man- amajiki- got on the phone and informed the operating room of the patient.

you could only stand in awe, as the patient was whisked away into surgery. you slowly clapped at the heroism of the man before you, “sir, that was—”

“all in a day’s work,” he answered with a lopsided grin.

“your clothes, though..” you pointed out the man’s blood soaked shirt and pants. he shrugged it off and commented, “i’ll be changing into my scrubs anyway.”

“scrubs? you’re a doctor?” well, duh he was a doctor. why else would the medical personnel listen to him?

“yup! i’m doctor taishiro toyomitsu! but everyone calls me dr. fats!” he exclaimed, extending a hand to you.

your eyes widened at his name, “you- you’re my boss! i’m doctor (l/n), (y/n) (l/n). i just graduated form medical school.”

“ah! my new intern, great!” he was such a positive ball of energy. you just realized that he towered over you, now that he was off the stretcher. what a big fellow! he then added to you, “lemme introduce you to my residents. they’ll be here to help you out, as well.”

dr. toyomitsu gestured to the redhead and indigo haired duo from earlier, “this is doctor eijiro kirishima, second year resident, and doctor tamaki amajiki, fourth year resident.”

the redhead- kirishima- waved excitedly at you, “it’s good to meet you, dr. (l/n)! welcome to the team!”

the indigo haired man- amajiki- hung his head low, “uh huh.. good to have you on- on the team.”

“now that introductions are out of the way!” dr. toyomitsu grabbed a white coat off the coat rack, “let’s get to work, folks.”

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you collapsed in the on call room, exhausted and sweaty from the past eleven hours of your first shift. suture after suture, panicky parent after panicky parent.. god, why did you make emergency medicine your second choice after pediatrics?

“hey,” dr. toyomitsu took a seat next to you in the on call room, “sucks that your first day was a twelve hour shift, huh?”

“i haven’t been this exhausted since last year’s finals,” you grumbled.

dr. toyomitsu laughed, “you’re funny.”

“i am?” you questioned.

“you are,” he paused, “what made you decide to choose emergency medicine as your speciality?”

“they ran out of openings for internships with pediatrics,” you replied honestly.

“okay so what made emergency medicine your second choice?” dr. toyomitsu reframed the question.

you pondered on it– you didn’t think you had a really good answer– so you decided to speak from the heart.

“emergency medicine is crucial for saving lives and i wanna save as many lives as possible,” you answered. dr. toyomistu sensed your sincerity and gave you a smile, “and i’m sure you will achieve just that but be aware.. sometimes you can’t save everyone.”

you opened your mouth to respond when dr. toyomistu’s pager went off. he checked the device and leapt to his feet, “bus crash. all hands on deck! you wanna save as many lives as possible? now it’s time for you to prove it.”

you sat up and ran after dr. toyomitsu into the emergency room, horrified by the scene before you. so many injured, some strapped to stretchers and others dragging themselves inside.

“doctor! we got a red!” a paramedic hollered to you. you rushed over to the stretcher and yelled, “what do we got?!”

“female, age seven! possible internal bleeding and multiple fractures!” the second paramedic exclaimed. you stared down at the little girl and froze. she was so small, caked in blood and her dress in ruins. god, no. she was too young, too young and innocent.

“doctor, we need to act fast!” the first paramedic shouted.

“yes!” tears stained the little girl’s dress, “get me an iv and a cocktail of vitamin k, plasma, blood, and platelets! stat!”

a trio of nurses ran over with the supplies and hooked the girl up to an iv, administering the cocktail into her body. you checked her vitals and sighed in relief, she was stable.

“we gotta find her parents, what’s her name?” you asked the paramedics.

“only form of id was on her backpack,” the second paramedic handed you the girl’s belongings. the name ‘yuki’ was sewn on with purple thread. you frowned, “get the cops and child protective services. we need to find her family.”

“i’ll do that,” one of nurses spoke up.

“thank you,” you turned your attention back to the unconscious girl. you gently stroked her fine black hair, “we’re gonna find your family, kiddo. i promise.”

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all the living injured were treated after three hours. your heart hardened from the sight of doctors having to inform family members that their loved ones didn’t make it. but your mind kept wandering to little yuki. you had to find her family.

“any word on your kid’s missing family?” dr. toyomitsu took you aside, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. you shook your head and answered, “i’m scared that they were on the bus with her and.. and..” you sniffled, you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“come here,” you and dr. toyomitsu embraced, tears flowing freely from your (e/c) eyes. you wanted yuki to return home safe, that was all you wanted for her. you and dr. toyomitsu ended the hug, you staring up at the attending with sad eyes, “thank you.”

“of course,” he answered before checking his watch, “looks like we’re off the clock. wanna grab a drink?”

“sure, i could use one after day,” you sighed. the two of you went your separate ways to change clothes before meeting outside the hospital’s entrance. dr. toyomitsu looked good in a fresh change of clothes.

“i wanna praise you for surviving your first day on the job,” dr. toyomitsu mused aloud when you both arrived at the bar, “most interns don’t make it to hour ten, much less the whole shift. plus, the way you handled the bus crash cases, i applaud you.”

“well, don’t,” you grumbled, “i froze up when it came to yuki.”

“but she didn’t die,” he countered.

“she almost did,” you fired back with a glare.

dr. toyomitsu’s expression softened, “okay. maybe you did freeze up but what’s important is that you didn’t freeze up for too long.”

“i guess..” you waved down the bartender and ordered a rum and cola.

“you’ll have a better day tomorrow. i can already sense it,” the handsome doctor commented to you. you laughed bitterly and exhaled, “one can only hope so,” before downing your rum and cola.

“i wish- i wish i could be like you,” you hiccuped, three rum and colas in. dr. toyomitsu, on the other hand, was five drinks in and holding it well. he raised an eyebrow at you and asked, “what do you mean?”

“you.. you’re so confident and cool!” you giggled, “like a superhero! and you’re hot, sooooo hot!”

dr. toyomitsu blushed at your words but he chalked it up to you being drunk, “thank you, dr. (l/n). that makes a lot to me.”

“of course!” you playfully nudged him, “but we’re off- off the clock! call me (y/n)! okie dokie? i’m (y/n)!”

“okay, (y/n). only if you call me taishiro.”

“okayyyyy, taishirooooo!”

time seemed to fly, as you drunkenly interacted with your boss. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere but you felt your inhibitions slip away. taishiro had to cut you off after drink number five, not wanting you to get sick from the alcohol.

“lemme get you a cab,” taishiro took you outside the bar and called you a cab.

“i don’t wanna leave you!” you whined.

“you’ll see me tomorrow,” he chuckled.

loopy, you grabbed onto taishiro for stability and slammed your lips sloppily against his. taishiro tensed up from the kiss and pulled away.

“i’m sorry,” you hiccuped, tears in your eyes, “i’m drunk.”

“that you are,” he agreed.

“i’m so scared for yuki.

“i know. i am, too.”

a long pause.

“i wanna kiss you again.”

another pause.

“i wanna kiss you, too.”

so the two of you kissed, logic and reason out the window. taishiro’s lips tasted like candy, oh how you loved the taste. you pulled away from the kiss for air and smiled.

“see you tomorrow.”

“see yah, (y/n).”

maybe you two could kiss again when neither of you were drunk.

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jaesqueso · 3 years ago

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The Bachelorette: NCT edition - Ep. 7

The season of love is finally here! An interactive series where you’ll get to choose who goes home each week and ultimately who Y/N chooses in the end!

pairing: nct(ot23) x fem!reader

summary: For the first time a week goes smoothly without much drama but could this make the bachelorette’s decision even harder?

episode guide

word count: 4,902

warnings: mentions of alcohol (all responsible!)

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Last week on the Bachelorette:

The big mystery remains in the air with no one willing to step forward and make a confession,

Nevertheless some bonds were strengthened while others are stopped to save a broken heart.

Unfortunately at the end of the rose ceremony a heart did get broken leaving a not so pleasant goodbye that startled everybody.

5 bachelors remain on this love quest but after tonight one of them will be going home.

Who will she choose? Who will she reject?

Find out on the Bachelorette!

“Hi everybody!” Chris Harrison walks into the guest house. “Excited for another week?”

They all cheer for new opportunities to amaze you and get closer to that last rose and your love.

“Great because things are about to change!”

The boys look around at each other, what does he mean change?

“So far each date, wether individual or in a group, gave you the opportunity to win a rose ahead of the ceremony and secure your spot here for another week to compete for Y/N’s love, Well from now on there are no more date roses.”

“What does that mean for us?” Taeyong asks the question that’s on everybody’s heads.

“That means give it your all on the dates and the cocktail party because all roses will now only be handed out on the ceremony.”

Mixed feelings run around the room.

“But since there are less and less of you there are also more opportunities for alone time with our beautiful bachelorette as there will be no more group dates. This week you’ll have 1 one-on-one date and 2 two-on-ones. But don’t worry, since no roses will be hand out before hand that also means no one will be sent home on the dates too.”

Breaths of relief come out of everybody’s mouths.

“Alright, enjoy your dates and I will see you at the rose ceremony!”

As Chris leaves, the siren his heard and all eyes focus on the TV.

I hope you’re all having as much fun in this journey as I am. And I think it’s time we celebrate.

The bachelors look intrigued.

Jeno and Jaemin, hope you’re excited to join me tomorrow!

“Yes!” The two boys high five happy to be paired together on a date with you, over the weeks they not only bond with you but also ended up growing closer to each other.

“Wait, you’re going to celebrate without us?” Yuta groans.

“I bet you’ll get to celebrate too in a few days.” Jaemin comforts him.

“And don’t forget one of us will still be going on an individual date this week.” Jaehyun looks between Yuta and Taeyong,

“That’s right!” Taeyong excitedly says.

The following day Jaemin and Jeno get ready and enter their ride that’s already waiting outside to meet you. They are taken to a near by city where a parade is about to start and that’s where you’re waiting for them in a pair of light washed jeans and a cute flowy top.

“Hi guys!” You greet them with a big smile. “I found us a great spot to watch the parade, shall we go?”

“Yes!” They say at the same time following you to a nice place by the fence where you had an amazing view.

They stood by your side as you watched the marching band, the decorated vehicles and the big balloons being pulled by the villagers. You explained the guys what the parade was about along with a little story of the city and they actually seemed more interested in what you had to say than the parade itself.

You start to feel shy having all their attention on you, their piercing gaze, beautiful smiles and light touches on your arms. These two have definitely touched your heart and you can’t even imagine how you’ll make a decision if it ever comes down to the two of them.

Once the parade is over the three of you walk around the streets exploring the city. Everywhere you look is decorated because of the festivities and you’re having a great time.

You then decide to stop by a grocery store to get some food to go and watch the concert in the park. After finding a nice place with a good stage view you all sit down on the grass.

The sun starts setting as the band begins playing a nice smooth tune that sets a very romantic ambience all around. You look at the two boys sitting next to you and you couldn’t be happier with the choice you made today, even without saying a word their presence just makes you feel so comfortable, you can imagine your life with either one of them at this point.

In the guest house Taeyong, Yuta and Jaehyun talk about the changes in the game.

“How do you feel about no more roses in advance?” Yuta asks.

“Honestly I don’t know how to feel.” Taeyong starts. “This could be good or bad.”

“It definitely makes me more nervous,” Yuta comments, “those date roses were very reassuring and you could relax a bit ahead of the ceremony.”

“Absolutely!” Taeyong continues. “I feel like I’m a little bit of an underdog here, we only started to really bond recently so having to wait until the end of the week really makes me anxious.”

“I think you’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Jaehyun steps in the conversation. “We just gotta keep working hard on the date and the cocktail party just like we did until now. If we’re still here, there’s still a chance.”

“I guess you’re right…” Taeyong says before he’s interrupted by the siren.

“Let’s see who’s next.” Jaehyun gets up as they walk to the living room.

It’s good to go out and celebrate but it’s also nice to have a more chill and relaxed time.

They wonder if this will be another two-on-one date or the individual one.

Sometimes I just like to get on my car and drive around. Yuta, I’d love for you to join me on that ride tomorrow.

The mentioned boy cheers on his seat.

“Well, that means it will be us fighting for her attention after.” Jaehyun taps Taeyong’s back.

“Bring it on.” Taeyong tries to sound excited but deep down he’s scared about his future here.

As the band finishes their last song the crowd claps including the three of you and with the last beat of the drums a loud pop is heard starting a wonderful firework show. Your eyes sparkle at the splashes of color in the sky and you feel a hand gently overlapping yours. You look to your left and see Jaemin still looking up at the sky as if his touch wasn’t making his heart beat faster just like yours.

“Wow, that was amazing!” Jeno says as the last explosion disappears in the air.

“It really was.” Jaemin agrees.

“I’m glad you two enjoyed it, I’m so happy I got to share this moment with you.” You smile brightly as you look at them,

You let your back fall into the grass and they lay down too.

“You should be up there.” Jeno comments pointing at the night sky that now shows all the beautiful stars.

“But then I’d outshine them all.” You tease.

“Ok, you’re right.” Jeno chuckles.

“I think you’re good right here, next to me.” Jaemin lightly squeezes your hand making you turn your face to him as he does the same.

“Hey hey, I’m here too ok?” Jeno playfully says as he lifts up his torso separating your hands making you all laugh at his jealousy.

You lay there for a while talking and observing the stars until you decide it’s time to go back. On the ride home you almost don’t want this day to end but you try to calm down your heart thinking about the other bachelors back at the guest house.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jeno says as you exit the car.

“Of course.” You’re impressed with how talkative he is today, he’s usually quiet around other the other guys but you believe it helps that he gets along so well with Jaemin. Whatever the reason is you’re happy he’s loosening up.

“If you had a rose to hand out today who would you give it to?” Jeno asks.

You chuckle as Jaemin hits the other boy in the arm.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You wink. “Thank you for today guys, goodnight.”

“Thank you Y/N, goodnight.” They both say as you walk to the mansion.

“She would totally chose me.” Jeno says as he and Jaemin go back to the guest house.

“Right, keep dreaming!” Jaemin ruffles Jeno’s hair as they both laugh.

The next day a car horn is heard and all the boys go to the front of the guest house where they see you inside a convertible.

“You ready Yuta?” You call out.

“Oh I was born ready!” He almost runs to the vehicle taking the passenger seat.

“Bye guys!” You wave at the others as you step on the gas.

You drive pass the town, headed to the coast, feeling the warm air run through your hair. You tell Yuta how much you love the freedom of just driving around without a destination, observing the life around you without a plan. The sea breeze relaxes you as the low rays of sunshine embrace your skin.

You two sing along to the random songs that come on the radio, laughing at the misspelled lyrics and lines out of tune. Maybe your lonely car rides could be fulfilled with some good company like this.

You stop the car on the side of the road next to some picnic tables facing the sea. You both get out of the vehicle and you get a bag out of the trunk walking to one of the tables.

“Hungry?” You ask him.

“A lit bit yes.” He smiles taking a seat as you take out some bento boxes out of the bag making his eyes sparkle at the delicious food. “Wow! Did you prepare all this?”

“Yes I did.” You proudly state. “Let’s dig in!”

You start eating watching the sun slowly go down.

“This was really good Y/N, thank you.” Yuta complements the meal.

“You know,” you start saying, “it’s been a while since we went on a date just the two of us so I thought I’d make something familiar, a little birdie told me you like this type of food.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins. “That little bird seems to know me well, you should keep him around.”

You two laugh recalling a conversation you once had where you talked about food where he told you this.

“But I’m really glad you chose me for this date.” He continues. “I was starting to feel us drift apart and that’s the last thing I want.”

“I don’t want that either.” You reassure him. “I really like your company, Yuta, and I’m enjoying getting to know you.”

“Good to know.” He releases a relieved breath making you giggle.

“But the date is not over, I have one more thing planned for us.” You wiggle your eyebrows. “Shall we go?”

“Let’s go!”

He helps you pack everything and return to the car, driving off to your next destination.

Back in the guest house the dates are the focal point of the conversation.

“How did it go yesterday?” Jaehyun asks the two boys.

“It was really awesome.” Jeno cannot hide the excitement that still runs through his body.

“It really was, Y/N has done a great job planning these dates.” Jaemin agrees. “You know Jeno, if it’s us two fighting for that last rose I don’t mind sharing.” He winks.

“Well I do!” Jeno protests making the others laugh.

“But hey hey!” Taeyong interrupts with a frown. “What do you mean you two fighting for the last rose? Should I just give up?”

“Oh c’mon we can’t all be in the final pretty boy.” Jaemin ruffles his hair.

“Are you two excited for tomorrow?” Jeno asks the two who are still waiting.

“Very much.” Jaehyun replies.

“And nervous!” Taeyong adds.

“Don’t be, it will all be fine.” Jaemin cheers him up before the siren is heard and the gather around the TV.

Taeyong and Jaehyun don’t think I forgot about you, there’s a special place I’d like to take you.

The boys brighten up.

Hope you like dark places with neon lights. See you tomorrow!

“You guys going to a strip club?” Jaemin widens his eyes.

“Of course we are.” Jaehyun laughs.

“What could it be though?” Jeno wonders.

“I guess we’ll have to wait for tomorrow to know!” Taeyong says still feeling intrigued by your message.

You turn to a drive in movie theatre as the night takes over. You get some popcorn and a couple of drinks before park right in the middle of the space having a great view of the screen.

“Should we get into the backseat?” You suggest.

“The backseat? Right here in front of everybody?” He smirks wiggling his eyebrows.

“To sit more comfortable you pervert!” You chuckle, playfully hitting his arm.

You two follow your suggestion right before the film starts. It’s a simple sci-fi movie that you recall him mentioning liking the genre.

Halfway through, the now empty bag of popcorn is put on the side as you snuggle closer to your date. Yuta wraps his arm around your shoulder as your heads rest against each other.

Once the movie is over you two stay in his embrace while all the other vehicles leave the place, wanting to savour this moment a little bit longer. You then get back into the front seats to drive back to the guest house.

You decide to take the long route so you can talk a bit more a discuss the movie that honestly you didn’t pay that much attention to as you almost fell asleep against the warmth of Yuta’s body against yours.

“Thank you for today, I had a really great time.” He says as you drop him off.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You smile. “Goodnight Yuta.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

He watches you drive off before entering the house with a huge smile on his face.

The following day Taeyong and Jaehyun excitedly leave the house to go meet you. During the ride they discuss what could possibly await them on this date. All doubts come to an end when the car stops in front of a museum where you wait for them in a beautiful short white dress.

“Do I hear wedding bells already?” Taeyong asks as they walk to you.

“Not yet!” You chuckle. “This museum holds temporary exhibitions and once I heard they were having a neon themed one I just knew I had to come. Are you excited?”

“Yes!” They both say.

“Well let’s go then!�� You lead them inside.

As you enter the building you get into a dark hallway that leads into a purple themed room. It looks like something out of a dream, the lights playing with the mirrors on the walls making it look like there’s infinite space.

The next room is blue. Wavy lights decorate the space making it look like you’re under water.

“This looks like the aquarium we visited last week!” Taeyong excitedly says.

“It really does! Minus the fish.” You two chuckle leaving Jaehyun feeling a little bit left out. He tries to play it off by pretending to be distracted by the room setup that you don’t even notice the sadness on his face.

You then enter a room that looks like a fantasy garden. Neon green lights fill in the space with fake plants and trees. It almost feels like you’re in a magical forest where a mystical creature will pop out any moment.

The next area is yellow. The brightness almost blinds you and Jaehyun takes the opportunity to hold your hand to guide you inside. You’re startled by his action as you were not expecting it but let him lead you around. When Taeyong notices it he decides to hold your other hand making you giggle at the small trace of jealousy.

The orange room that follows the yellow one is very fruit having neon signs shaped like all sorts of exotic fruits. Your mouth gets watery at the sight.

As you walk into the following space it seems like you entered the red light district. There are suggestive images on the walls and even a pole in the middle. The guys seem to be too distracted by the spicy surroundings almost forgetting you’re there.

“C’mon lets get into the next one before you start getting ideas!” You pull them and they laugh realising they were staring.

Entering a a pink area the environment feels more tropical with flamingo light structures everywhere. Taeyong seems to really like that room and you recall a previous conversation where he told you this is his favourite color.

The last room of the exhibit is a combination of all colors making you feel like you entered a scene from Alice’s wonderland.

“Wow, that was really cool!” Taeyong sounds like a kid who just went on his first rollercoaster ride as you get out of the museum.

“I know right?” You agree. “But I gotta say, that orange room made me hungry, should we go somewhere to eat?”

“Yes, I’m starving!” Jaehyun supports your suggestion.

You all head off to a near by restaurant that seems to carry the neon light theme.

“Now I see why you wore white today, you’re shining brighter than all the lights in the room.” Taeyong complements you making you blush a little. Luckily they can’t see that over the lighting in the room.

You order some drinks that funny enough reflect the neon colors all around and come in glasses that look like lab material. You make a toast to having a good time together as the food arrives.

The conversation is cheerful but you can’t help feel like Jaehyun is holding back a little. Could he feel intimidated by the other guy who seems to be having the time of his life?

Taeyong really has changed is attitude and you’re glad he did. He gave you the chance to get to know him better and get closer to him, bonding over all the things you have in common and even the ones you don’t carefully listening and learning from each other.

Jaehyun seemed to have this fight in him before but now he seems to be too relaxed. Could it be that because you gave him a quick kiss on your last date he got comfortable and started taking his position in the competition for granted?

As you wrap up the meal the three of you go for a walk admiring the city lights before you head back.

You say goodbye to the boys when you leave the car and enter the mansion taking a deep breath. This week all dates went pretty well making it harder for you to decide on someone to send home.

You join the boys in the cocktail party that are excitedly talking about all their experiences this week. They welcome you in, encouraging you to give your perspective on all the activities, which you gladly do before you start talking to them individually.

As there are less and less people in the house it’s easier to catch up with all of them before making the ultimate decisions of the night.

The first one to call you outside is Taeyong. You could still feel the rush from the date exuding out of him as he excitedly thanks you for taking him to the museum. You understood is a very cultured guy that enjoys these type of activities which is something that attracts you in him. Despite all the happiness he also discloses how worried he is thinking he might have taken too long to try and build a connection with you but he’s glad you were willing to take a chance on him which you assure him you don’t regret doing at all.

The next bachelor to talk to you is Jaemin. As always, your heart skips a beat when he takes your hand and leads you to sit outside. As always, he wants to know how you’re feeling and if there’s something going on inside your head. As always, you let it all out with him, this week went really well but that actually makes it harder for you to make a decision. As always, he comforts you and makes you feel like everything in the world will turn out alright as long as you’re by his side. And as always you feel like your heart is going to explode with this inexplainable connection you have with this guy since day one.

After a while you see Jeno walk outside and Jaemin calls him out leaving you two to talk. Just like Taeyong, Jeno still looks pretty excited from the date. You’ve been growing closer and closer to him and you’re not sure if this is a good things because everything is getting so messy inside your head. Nevertheless you enjoy every single second by his side and you appreciate all the efforts you see from him, trying to open up more to you and even around the others too. He does seem to be here for the right reasons and you definitely appreciate all the effort.

Next in line is Jaehyun. Now this is a hard to read guy. Sometimes he seems so in sync with you, other times so off. Some moments you spent together in the past drew you close to him and made you imagine a possible future but other times it feels like he’s not really here, or maybe he just got too comfortable. You start to regret going back and giving him that kiss. Maybe if you didn’t he would still make an effort to earn it. Tonight he talks to you like you’re the only person on the planet but in the date with Taeyong he didn’t feel like the same person. As you get closer to the finish line and choosing the man you want to share your life with, could this be a setback?

Finally you spend some time with Yuta. You’re glad you chose him for the only individual date you had this week because you haven’t had that much alone time with him almost since the beginning of this journey. Of course you talk to him in the other cocktail parties and in the group dates, but it’s different. When he mentioned he felt like you two were losing your connection you felt bad because you realised you felt the same way and you don’t want that. He’s a very nice guy and you’d like to keep him around. Even if he’s not the one you end up with you’d still like to keep him as a friend because he’s an incredible person to have in anyone’s life. You’re glad you were able to reconnect with him this week and realise that some of that initial sparkle between the two of you is still there.

After talking to all of them you feel as confused as ever. All of them have strong points on their favour and you’ll really have to evaluate what’s more important to you. It breaks your heart having to send people home week after week but you came here to find love. One true love. You just didn’t expect the production to do such a nice job casting and presenting you such amazing guys the make you more confused than you ever thought you’d be in this journey.

Before Chris comes to take you upstairs, you take some time to talk to all the guys in a group again. It feels good to be here drama free. The environment seems lighter and you all joke and laugh having a genuine good time. You like seeing them all get along despite being in a competition against each other. The good mood helps them focus on what they’re really doing here and that’s proving they’re the one for you, not bickering with each other and forgetting you’re the one they should impress, not each other.

Chris finally enters the room and you know it’s time to reflect on the outcome of tonight. You thought that by now you’d have your mind made up but you’re as confused as ever.

“One more week has passed, how are you feeling?” Chris asks as you two sit down in the decisions room.

“Mixed feelings inside me Chris.” You honestly say. “I feel like I’m really bonding with all of them so it’s really hard to think of someone to let go of.”

“Very understandable. How did you find it not giving out roses ahead of today?”

“It was weird but it was also good because I genuinely wanted to give a rose to everybody after the dates!” You two laugh.

“Well we couldn’t have that!”

“It’s really harder than it looks, I’m not only breaking their hearts but I’m also hurting myself a little bit by sending someone home.”

“Do you have any idea of how you’ll make the decision tonight?”

“I think at this stage I have to think about every single detail to be able to single some one out.”

“It is a hard and important decision as every week. I will leave you to it and be back in awhile so you can share the verdict with the nervous boys downstairs.”

“Thank you Chris.”

As he leaves the room you once again stare at the pictures on the wall trying to make sure you don’t regret whatever choices you make tonight. You feel like you can see a future with any of these 5 men but that’s not how it works, you came here to find the one and for that you’ll have to send them home one by one until you get to him.

You and Chris walk down the stairs joining the 5 boys that anxiously await to hear your decisions.

“Good evening gentleman. 5 of you stand before us but there are only 4 roses to be handed out tonight so that means one of you will be grabbing his things and going back home.” Chris then turns to you. “Y/N, whenever you’re ready.”

You thank him as he leaves the room and grab the first rose facing the guys.

“Before I start let me say I really like every single one of you and I feel like we’re building very strong connections. Unfortunately I can’t keep you all here. I want to find love and I’m modern and open minded but not that much.”

You all laugh at your comment and then you take a deep breath before starting calling them out.

“Jaemin.”

His eyes sparkle hearing his name.

“Do you accept this rose?”

“Absolutely.” You two smile as you pin the rose to his jacket. “Thank you, Y/N.”

He walks back as you pick up another one.

“Taeyong.”

The boy widens his already big eyes.

“Do you accept this rose?”

“One thousand times yes!” You feel him shake under your touch. “Thank you so much.”

You grab the next rose.

“Jeno.”

He sighs in relief.

“Do you accept this rose?”

“You scared me there for a second! Of course I do.” You giggle as you pin the rose. “Thank you.”

You bite your lip as you take the last rose on the bowl.

“Yuta.”

A smile opens up on his face as he steps forward.

“Do you accept this rose?”

“Definitely.” You pin it to his jacket. “Thank you so much.”

Chris walks back in.

“Jaehyun, that means that unfortunately you and Y/N are not meant to be. Thank you for being with us. You can now say your goodbyes.”

The other bachelors gather around hugging him. You patiently wait until he finally comes your way.

“I’m so sorry…” You mutter.

“It’s ok, Y/N.” Jaehyun wraps his arms around you, pulling your shaky body in for a hug. “I’d have to go eventually. Your prince charming is here but I knew I’m not him.”

“Thank you for everything, Jaehyun.” You say when he lets go, wiping a tear that fell on his cheek.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard to go.” He chuckles. “But it’s time, thank you, I had a great time.”

You watch him walk out with sadness in your eyes. The other guys gather around you understanding how hard these decisions are. As you get closer to the finish line it’s practically impossible not to get emotional when someone leaves. You only hope Jaehyun is right and your prince charming is really amongst these 4 men.

In the next episode:

4 guys remain on the quest for love and it gets harder not only for the bachelorette but also for the bachelors:

“You should be careful, you’re getting a little too cocky.”

“I feel like I’m deluding myself.”

“What are you talking about?”

And someone else will go back home.

“I knew it was only a matter of time.”

“I really don’t want to go.”

Stay tuned for next weeks episode premiering 01/08.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Episode 8

a/n: jaeeeeeeee T_T I know this chapter is way smaller than the other ones and I’m posting this later than usual but I was out of the country this week with zero time to write so apologies if this feels rushed… I promise to do better in the future! (for real this time) also want to wish a happy birthday to the person who commented on this episode’s voting that this will be their birthday 🥳 do give me some feedback please! ❤

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am-imagines · 4 years ago

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Forever//Over. - Alex Morgan Imagine.

This was requested by an anon: Maybe some really angsts long distance relationship but with a fluffy ending.

I took a different approach with this prompt than what you’d probably expect, but I hope it’s angsty and enjoyable enough. I ran away with it and the over 6k words prove it. If it’s as angsty as it can be, I don’t know. You must want to ask @worms-and-jan She knows my angst-meter better than myself. But hey! It has a fluffy ending! Kinda.

I hope y’all enjoy!

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You never believed that loving too much could hurt like this. You never longed for someone until air escaped your grasp and you weren’t able to breathe. And yet, here you are.

The darkness consumes you like a thousand questions you can’t answer. The walls of your room almost collapse over you and you need to get out of there. It doesn’t matter where as long as you’re not there: in the place that reminds you so fervently of the person you’re trying to forget.

The salty air of the beach helps you calm down; you breathe in and out but that doesn’t stop the deep ache in your chest. The music blares through your headphones; loud and yet unable to drown the cruel, mocking voice of your doubts.

The sky is dark, full of stars in the quiet autumn evening. And perhaps you’re not completely alone with the night sky watching over you even if the moon is missing. Even if she’s missing. You really want to believe it’s better this way, but it still hurts like hell.

You’ve called and texted her perhaps a thousand times since she disappeared from your life. And that’s the thing you can’t understand. How can the same person that proclaimed her love just turn her back on you like that? She was gone without a word or warning. It makes no sense no matter how much you think about it.

One day you’re enjoying life, trading kisses and “I love you”s while the world kept spinning. The faint light from the tv was the perfect halo for her beauty. The next day she’s gone. Your worry is met with silence and only a trail of media posts let you know she’s safe.

For so long you’ve believed that love shouldn’t hurt, and if it does, then it’s time to move on. That’s your plan now; put a sea between you while you try to forget.

Except you’ve never been good at that. You don’t fall in love often, but when you do then it’s the all or nothing kinda love. Sure, you’re willing and accepting of letting go when love dies, when the timing is right and when a relationship becomes full of bullshit. But here, everything is different and you’re not quite sure how to let go.

Hence why you’re at the beach; trying to figure out how you messed up, where things went wrong for Alex Morgan to stop loving you so abruptly.

Maybe, just maybe, this isn’t your fault at all.

That, however, would make her a fucking asshole. And that’s a tag you’re not ready to pin on her just yet. After all, you love her too much.

Still, there’s a party you must attend in less than an hour. You have a chance to be with the National Team, say your goodbye for the near future. And you gotta put the last period on a love story she can’t give you.

Next week your life starts in Europe; you have a club, a place and a dream to chase.

Sadly, there’s a missing piece in the puzzle you envisioned as your future. But her prolonged silence is a hint that you must reconstruct yourself and find another version of yourself. All in all, it’s better to move on now. Sure, the pain is there but won’t last forever.

Making the decision to leave wasn’t easy. You’re grateful for the chance the Pride gave you, but with the U.S. Soccer’s approval, you’re ready for a new horizon. There are plenty of challenges overseas that will help you discover a renewed version of yourself.

There are many things you leave behind, but ultimately, there’s nothing for you to stay.

This party is a chance to see your found family until next camp a few months away. Granted, you’re going to miss them terribly, especially Ash and Ali. They’ve practically taken you under their wing in Orlando. In camp you gravitate more towards Tobin and Lindsey as if they were all siblings.

The entire National Team is your family in one way or another. And it helps that some of them have experienced life in other countries before. They know that even with all the hardships of moving to another country; every moment playing soccer there is worth it.

This is an opportunity for growth. Now it’s your chance to discover more about you as an athlete and a human being.

It takes you another moment to collect yourself, to stop panic from overtaking you as you stare into Orlando’s beach one last time. This is the right decision, it has to be. Because right now your only plan is finding your future in Europe, and plan B is pretty much dying by Ashlyn’s hands if you don’t make it to the Harris-Krieger household in time.

The walk back home is quite enjoyable; the evening is warm and you’ve made peace with this, even if you’re not willing to put the blame on Alex. Sometimes things are just not meant to be no matter how hard you try to make them work.

What really works is your outfit as you make it to the party about an hour later. The music is already going, alcohol flowing and twenty three other women are causing havoc already. It’s twenty three because of course she would be there. After all, Alex Morgan is part of the National team.

Surprisingly, or maybe not, her presence hurts way more than her absence. It cements the truth you refused to believe; it’s not like she’s too busy to leave you aside, she just doesn’t care. It was far easier to question the darkness of your room than daring to do so when her eyes land on you.

In that moment you want to run away; turn on your heels and escape from all the pain and disappointment. Realization hits hard and deep, it makes your lungs burn all over again and you practically choke on the words you can’t throw at her face.

But this night isn’t about her. She isn’t the only person that matters in the world, not tonight. If she doesn’t care, you’ll pretend not to care either. You can do it for a night. You can do it for forever. Fake it till you make it, right?

“Damn, girl!” Ashlyn calls as she pulls you into a hug. “Looking fine.”

“Watch it, Harris. You’re a married woman now.”

“Excuse you, happily married.”

You nod at her statement because it couldn’t be truer. You’ve never seen a couple look at each other like that. You hope to have what they do one day. Even if it’s not with the person you thought for months. A mistake on your part, perhaps. Maybe one of many.

No. You’re not going to think about her anymore. She’s not going to ruin this night. There’s plenty of girls to keep you company, to laugh with and enjoy your last hours in the country. There are a million stories you haven’t heard yet. Hundreds of dog pictures to be exchanged like trading cards. You enjoy a drink, laugh and dance until you’ve almost forgotten her.

Almost.

Despite your best efforts, you can’t ignore the weight of her gaze for long. Just as you can’t ignore the way she keeps avoiding you even when you’re confined to the same place. You never considered Ash and Ali’s place to be extremely big, and yet Alex is never in the same room you are for long.

The sadness and hurt turn into anger then, and you wonder why the fuck she can’t speak her mind once and for all? She’s a coward.

Still, you’re too tired to keep chasing her, and instead stick by Lindsey and Rose. At least until Ash pulls you into the kitchen with a lame excuse of refilling drinks. That didn’t seem to be a problem thirty seconds ago, but you follow anyway.

You know Ash and Ali maybe as much as they know you. It’s only normal for her to do something like this every so often, either there’s some sort of gossip or a new cocktail you have to try. It’s no big deal.

“Okay, spill. What the fuck is going on with you?”

“What?” You parrot back, utterly confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I know you. So don’t start that bullshit with me. You’ve been holed up at your place not talking to anyone since the end of the season. And I know this because everyone has been texting me, concerned that you’re not in a good place. I don’t know what happened between you and Alex, but...”

“Nothing happened!” You finally snap. “Nothing happened.”

Repeating the words doesn’t make them true, and the look on your face is one of defeat. You know it. Ash knows it. And so does Ali when she joins you at the kitchen with a worried look. This is not how things were supposed to go, but now you can’t really backtrack.

“I’m leaving,” you blurt out suddenly.

Except that you make no move towards the door. There’s no way you can drive like this; not when your hands are shaking and your vision is blurred by tears.

“I’ll take you home,” Ali offers; a hand resting on your shoulder.

“No, I...” You hesitate under her gaze, under her touch. It’s now or never, and it’s too soon to say goodbye but you have to start somewhere. “I’m leaving the Pride. I had some offers to play overseas, and I accepted. It’s a chance to start over, you know?”

“I’m going to kill a bitch, or break her legs.”

You gotta laugh at Ash’s words as you wipe the corners of your eyes. Of course she would understand more than you’re actually saying. Ali, well, she looks at her wife frowning in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Break whose legs?”

“There’s only one person that would make her want to lea-”

“No,” you interrupt, “listen. This was my decision, my choice, and only mine.”

“Yeah, sure.”

There are only three people in the entire world you cannot fool no matter how hard you try: Ashlyn Harris, Ali Krieger and Megan Rapinoe.

You’re starting to believe is some sort of superpower from the Lesbian Gods.

For a moment you try to hold eye contact with Pinoe but in the end, the woman quirks an eyebrow and you give up. In all honesty, you never had a chance to win here.

Fuck you, Artemis.

“Okay,” you relent. “She had something to do with it but...”

“What happened?”

The look in their eyes tells you that if you don’t tell them, there won’t be mercy for Alex. And yet, if you talk, you’re not sure if it’ll make things better or worse. There’s no escape from this situation; you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Ash, Ali and Pinoe are the three women you trust the most in the world. You’ve bottled your emotions over the last weeks and it obviously isn’t helping.

You can try. You can pretend. But you still find it hard to breathe. You still feel the world crashing over you while you scramble to find some answer among the rubble. They’re offering support in the best way they can; worried more about you than anything else.

“I...”

But it’s still hard to find your voice and put everything into words. They’ve never been your forte. If you’re searching for a clean slate, then it’s best to leave this behind.

“It’s a long story.”

By the end of it, you’re unable to look at any of them, and stare at the floor instead. There’s a moment of charged silence while their anger grows. You’ve cried enough already; the tears won’t come anymore, but even then your pain is there for them to see.

“Son of a bitch!” Ash yells, banging the counter in anger.

She’s angry with herself for not seeing this earlier, for not reaching out. It isn’t her fault. No matter how good she is detecting your bullshit, you’re good keeping secrets. She can’t see right through you when you don’t let her be close enough.

You would’ve been better at hiding this if it didn’t tear you apart as much as it did. It’s far easier to pretend when your heart isn’t broken. It’s easier to conceal anger under calm, and mask emptiness with a smile.

You never loved so deeply. You never hurt so harshly. It’s just like they say: there’s a first time for everything.

“I’m really going to kill her.”

“No, no. Ali, please.”

You hold her hand, pulling her into a hug she answers by tightening her hold on you. Ash and Pinoe join the love pile not too long after although you can see the tension lingering on their shoulders. You know they’re angry, but you won’t let them act on impulse.

“I don’t want a confrontation, okay? I...it won’t solve anything. Not anymore. I came here to have a good time, not to spend the night talking about her.”

“You need another drink then,” Pinoe says breaking the group hug.

In a matter of seconds there’s a full glass in your hand. The weight pressing down your chest has eased enough for you to breathe normally, for you to smile as bright as ever.

Who needs Alex Morgan when you have this incredible group of women?

“For an epic last night?”

You raise your glass for a toast, but instead of joining your cheer, they glare daggers behind you. Looking back is unnecessary to know who is standing behind you.

“What do you mean last night?”

Thankfully, she’s not the one talking, and you turn to face Kelley instead.

“Europe is calling, baby!” You exclaim cheerfully.

Intentional or not, your voice is loud enough for not just Kelley to hear. Every other girl in the next room hears too. Suddenly, all of them try to make their way into the kitchen; asking as many questions as they can while you try to answer them all.

They’re like an excited pack of puppies, walking you to the living room where anyone left out can join too.

Even among a sea of soccer players, her gaze cuts through it all. She follows you like a distant shadow, but you make your best to ignore her.

She has no right to stop you now. She has no right to act hurt when this is the aftermath of her actions. Everything has a consequence, and if she thought you would wait forever without an explanation, she’s wrong.

“When are you leaving?”

Her words are quiet but you hear them thunderous. They zap you as if they were lightning, and your eyes snap up to meet hers. It’s hard to describe what you see there, then again, you don’t try too hard to understand.

“Next week.”

Just like that, you move onto the next question as if your mind wasn’t troubled.

You laugh with the others showing none of the struggle you’ve gone through. You don’t tell them about the sleepless nights where you wondered what to do next, which direction to follow. You don’t say a word about your phone’s unlit screen and the hundred unanswered texts.

Somehow, when your eyes meet Alex’s again, she has the decency to look ashamed. She knows. She knows and still didn’t give a damn.

“You’re staying, right?” Ali asks once the party starts winding down.

“Until you kick me out.”

The woman huffs in mock annoyance before pinching your cheeks. If that’s the price to pay for her friendship, you’ll take it with only a tiny bit of whining. After all, you have to put up some kind of resistance even if your smile betrays you.

Half an hour later everyone is ready to leave; including Pinoe. She fetches her jacket while they all wait for their Lyft, Uber or whatever service they called.

Megan looks at you and then at the only other person sitting on the other side of the living room. A silent question being asked here:

Are you going to be alright?

You nod, getting to your feet for one last hug.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whisper.

“Why’s that? Phones don’t work over there or what?”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Language,” she admonishes, earning her an eye roll. “Call me, text me and if it’s four am, I’ll respond once I actually wake up.”

“You are officially the worst. But I’ll do my best for you there.”

“Nah. You’ll do your best because that’s how you are. Take care, Y/n. Don’t make me go across the world to kick your butt. You know I will.”

“I promise nothing.”

With that, she’s gone and so are the rest of the girls with one exception. The one exception you don’t want to face. So, while Ash and Ali are getting the guest room ready, you decide to start the cleaning process.

Bypassing Alex, you make your way into the kitchen to load the dishwasher.

The sound of her footsteps is quiet, and yet too loud in the overall silence of the house. You’re between shocked and unsurprised. You wondered if staying behind had anything to do with you, but didn’t want to get your expectations too high.

She hasn’t talked to you in months, what makes this night special?

“You’re leaving.”

Right. That. That’s the big revelation of the night, but doesn’t really make a difference.

“Yes.”

With the dishwasher running, your next step is to gather all the trash scattered around the place. At least that was the plan. Alex has other ideas as she stands in front of you, effectively blocking the door. Sure, you can make your way around the kitchen isle, but you’re not feeling up to play stupid games.

“Why?” She asks.

Isn’t that the same thing you’ve asked yourself endless times? It absolutely is.

The whole thing is so ridiculous that you almost laugh. Except it’s not really funny. In a moment all the hurt turns into burning anger. It boils and swells, rises like the tide when the moon illuminates the sky.

You look at her and don’t recognize the woman you loved not so long ago.

“Why what, Alex?”

There’s a fierceness in your own eyes that is so unlike you. Sure, you’ve been angry before, who hasn’t? But never like this, never to the point of quiet rage.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You laugh then; an empty sharp sound that is far away from being happy. It’s the irony of it all, the nerve of Alexandra Morgan to sputter those words acting confused and hurt.

“I fucking tried!” You shout, and once you start everything else comes pouring out. “Or did you forget about the texts you never bothered to answer? Or the calls? I tried to reach you so many times, in so many ways, and you made it clear you didn’t want me around. And I just don’t understand...”

“Y/n-”

“No, I’m not done yet, “You cut her. ”You left me, Alex. The last words you said to me were “I love you” and then you were gone. You’re a liar, playing with my feelings when I gave you everything I could. You were the one that kissed me for the first time, the one that asked me out, for what? For the thrill of having a stupid girl you could toy with?”

“Of course not!”

“Then answer your own question. Why?”

Here you are, having a conversation you didn’t plan to have but wanted. No, it’s not really going as you envisioned. Mostly because you pictured yourself crying your heart out and begging her to come back. You deserve better than that.

“I...I’ve never felt the way I do for you.”

You raise an eyebrow, motion for her to continue cuz that’s not going to cut it. Not after weeks of going radio silent even when you let her know there was something important to talk about. Not after nights where you doubted your own worth.

“I got scared.”

You look at her in disbelief. That’s her reason; the only one, for running away without looking back. And somehow, you what, have to take it in stride? Hell, no.

“That’s bullshit.”

You’ve never been so in love either. And it’s scary; opening up and showing every flaw and vulnerability while expecting to still be enough. It’s bound to be scary, to be overwhelming at times where you can’t believe life and love truly feel like that.

That’s love for you, at least.

It fills your body, carves your bones until you feel weak at the knees. But you grow stronger until the weight of the world falls from your shoulders, until gravity doesn’t affect you anymore and you swear you can fly.

Love shapes the world, makes you find little hints and signs everywhere. The world reminds you so strongly of them that you wonder how you didn’t see it before. It makes you feel invincible, like your life has reached that perfect pinnacle of serendipity.

And that’s just the beginning.

Loving someone shouldn’t hurt. It’s supposed to be a celebration to life and the victories; big or small, found through the days. Sometimes that means a world cup. Sometimes it means buying a house. Sometimes it’s just being able to survive the hardship and exhaustion of a long day.

Love is the backbone of support, it lifts you up when you can’t stand on your own. It’s the quiet whisper in the back of your head reminding you to breathe when your head is underwater. It’s the knowledge that yes, life is not a utopia, and there are battles you gotta face on your own, but that you’re not alone nor lonely.

It’s supposed to be scary; terrifying even. But it’s also supposed to be filled with joy, and wonder. A mix of awe and euphoria that settle into calm. Because in love you can be yourself; the one version of you that the rest of the world doesn’t get to see.

And all of those emotions should make it worth it.

“Do you think I wasn’t scared too?” You finally ask. “I know there’s a lot on the line for you. I knew the terms and conditions of dating you since the beginning. I agreed to keep it a secret until you were ready. If you needed time to figure it out, to come to terms with who and what you are, I would’ve understood. Listen, even if you weren’t ready for a relationship at all, I would have understood. But not like this.”

“Please, Y/n. I’m trying to make things right.”

“Alex,” you say tiredly, rubbing your eyes in the process. “It’s too late. I’m leaving.”

“Don’t go.”

You can say the desperation in her eyes, can hear it in her voice. Still, that’s not enough.

She had a chance, more than one if you’re being honest, to make you stay.

Instead, she’s one of the reasons you’re leaving.

You deserve more than fear or reluctance. You deserve dreams that come true, to find true happiness. You deserve someone that will talk to you when things don’t go as planned; not shut you out completely. You want someone that looks at you with that happy light in their eyes instead of leaving you in the darkness of uncertainty.

“Why does it matter?” You ask with a hint of frustration. “You’re the one that left me! You walked away from us without a word! And I’m not going to be the girl you play with while deciding to pull your head out of your ass or leave it there. I deserve to be happy too. And right now that means being away from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

You feel a rush of everything; anger, sadness, frustration and perhaps a hint of relief as well. It’s hard to decide if you want to slap some sense into her or cross the distance between you just to feel her arms around your waist again.

In the end, you simply shake your head.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I wish there was a way to go back.”

“You can’t unbreak things. You can learn and do better.”

There’s nothing left to be said, not on your side. And for now, you don’t really care about what she has to say either.

You make your way upstairs to where Ash and Ali are waiting for you. It’s not hard to eavesdrop on an empty house, but they respect you enough to give you space. You’re not a kid; you know how to handle your own battles although the moral backup is always appreciated.

“You’re going to be okay?”

Ali looks deep into your eyes in concern, but her worry is met with a shy smile.

“Yeah, I think I will.”

For the first time in the last few weeks, you are able to breathe with nothing weighing on your chest. Closure is exactly what you needed. Facing her after the prolonged silence was perhaps one of the hardest things you had to do, but now the future seems a little brighter.

*****

Playing in one of the most competitive soccer leagues in the world is far from easy. Even the style seems different; play harder, faster and smarter. But you’ve done great, put your name up there among some of the best.

What some considered potential was polished into talent, although that had more to do with your discipline and hard work. Of course, the press wasn’t so kind as to enlighten that.

At the end of the season you have a championship and a new shining contract waiting for you. All it’s missing is your signature, but there are things to consider still. You miss home. You miss the crazy 23 women you call family.

Hopefully the upcoming USWNT camp will clear some of the doubts.

Maybe seeing them all again will give you the strength to extend your life in Europe. Maybe it’ll make you realize it’s time to go home.

There are many clubs interested in you which is not a surprise after everything you’ve done in a matter of months. Europe has catapulted you to another level, and it’s true there’s so much more to learn. Still, feeling homesick can be one hell of a bitch.

You could always move back to Orlando. Maybe you could move with Tobin in Portland. Tagging along Press with the Royals or go to Chicago for a change. The world is yours if you want it, and Heavens, you absolutely do.

“Why is something telling me you won’t come to stay?”

You glance at Pinoe on your screen while you finish packing. Sue and her are keeping you company as you get ready. Traveling always makes you anxious no matter if it’s just a couple of states over or halfway across the world.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Does this have to do with Morgan?”

“What!? No! I haven’t talked to her.”

“Maybe you should.”

You glare at your screen suspiciously because this is Pinoe of all people; telling you to talk to her. Megan Rapinoe; the woman that knows the ins and outs of your relationship and feelings for Alex. It doesn’t make sense unless something happened.

“Okay, fess up.”

“About what?”

The smug look on her face tells you that your mighty glare isn’t working.

Fuck you, Artemis. Again.

“Don’t worry, kid.” Sue intercedes with a gentle albeit playful smile. “You’ll get it soon enough.”

“Get what?”

They don’t answer your question and you don’t have much time to keep asking as they excuse themselves to end the call. Technically, it’s almost time for you to leave. However, their intentions are pretty clear. In the end, you groan in annoyance as they manage to dodge your question multiple times before the call disconnects. Alas, there’s nothing you can do.

It doesn’t take long until you’re on the airplane waiting to take off.

Your leg bounces nervously while you’re torn between looking out of the window or closing your eyes. It’s practically a miracle you decided to move so far, considering how much you hate flying. To be honest, the flight itself isn’t the problem.

Feeling the rumble of such a huge thing, it always makes you wonder how it can actually fly. You’ve seen documentaries and read articles but that fear comes every time you get into a plane. Besides turbulence, lift off is the worst part.

“You can hold my hand if you want.”

Your head snaps up towards the person standing next to you. Even now, after months since the last time you heard that voice. You would be able to recognize it from a million others. That doesn’t take away from the surprise of seeing her there.

“What...” you start, trying to find your voice, “what are you doing here?”

“Taking a plane back home.”

“No, I mean-”

Her chuckle makes you realize she’s teasing. Partially, at least. She sits next to you, ready to go back to the USA. Which doesn’t really explain what she’s doing in the same country as you.

“Alex,” you try again, “why are you here?”

Your time away from her has been odd to say something.

You’ve missed her, she was your best friend even before things escalated into something else. She was the person you trusted the most before everything came tumbling down. And yet, over the last few months you’ve done your best to not think about her too much.

You limited your social media activity mostly to club related posts. Mostly accessed to catch up with some of your other friends, but being careful not to dwell on any of her posts. You scrolled past them in a hurry or got out of the app as soon as possible.

Unfollowing her would have been the smart choice, if you were someone else.

Being under the spotlight it’s great, but it also means everything you do is a clue for something. Unfollowing her would bring up more questions than you were, or still are, willing to answer. It was easier to pretend and move on.

“I got it out.”

Her words catch you by surprise and you shake your head trying to get back in the moment.

“What?”

It’s hard to make sense of any of it when she’s right there. Maybe it’s the shock of seeing her after so long. Maybe it’s hard to pay attention to her with the plane rapidly filling. It feels like you’re running out of time even when there’s nowhere else for you to be.

“You were right,” she says instead.

“Alex,” you warn, trying to get her to the point.

“I got my head out of my ass,” she finally answers with a half smile. However, her eyes remain serene, telling you she’s taking this seriously. “I was an idiot, and I’m sorry. Even then, when I discovered you were leaving, I could only think about myself. I can’t ask you to forgive me. We both know I don’t deserve it after everything I did to you. But you deserved an apology. That’s why I’m here.”

“You came all the way here for that?”

There’s more surprise in your voice than anything else. Sure, you appreciate the gesture but it seems a little overboard. Then again, you’re not sure of the result if she had called. Maybe you wouldn’t have picked the phone to begin with.

“I wanted you to know I mean it. I didn’t feel like words would be enough. Besides, I know how much you hate flying, so coming here just to go back, it’s worth it if it’s for you.”

Against all your common sense, you forgave her long ago. More for your own sake than hers, but all the anger and hurt are gone. The love you felt for her is not what it used to be, and neither is the trust. But in that moment, you’re glad she’s there.

Without saying a word, she offers you her hand.

This is something you’ve done several times, holding her hand during a flight, and you accept her offer just as the plane starts moving. If your grip is too tight, she doesn’t complain. She keeps her eyes on you; making sure you’re alright and damn those blue eyes.

“So, how did Pinoe know you were coming?”

“Did she tell you?”

“Not really,” you answer truthfully. “She said I should talk to you and that I would get it. You know her and Sue, they can be cryptic. Still, never expected to find you here.”

“Yeah, well...” She shies away from your gaze for a second but meets your eyes again. “Once you left I realized my mistake. I mean, I did before that. Guess it was easy to justify everything with fear. Then you weren’t there and the fear of losing you forever was bigger than the one of losing everything else.”

No, you’re not going to fall in love with her all over again. Not after you spent months getting over her. Even if she looks at you and you feel like she can see right into your soul.

“Alex, I can’t-”

“Hey,” she softly interrupts. “I’m not asking anything from you; I messed up. And like you said, I can’t unbreak things, I can only try to fix them.”

You can extend her an olive branch; a start. You’re not sure whether this is a good idea or not. It’s hard to tell where this is going to tell you. Still, you beg to the Lesbian Gods to guard your heart.

For now, you’re glad the 10+ hours journey back to America is not a lonely one.

*****

“Everything ready?”

You look over your shoulder to face some of your teammates.

You’ve decided to go for another year in Europe; extending your stay with the club you love while trying to win another chip and extra hardware.

“Almost.”

“I knew you wouldn’t stay,” Pinoe claims.

“But you sure wish I did.”

Her shrug confirms your suspicions because hell, you’re going to miss them too. It’s weird to be in a similar position as you were last year, and yet, everything feels different. You’re still at camp instead of sharing a wonderful evening at the Harris-Krieger household, but everyone that matters is there.

Last time it was a hundred percent your decision to leave although there were motivations besides soccer. This time your terms are different, you’re chasing a dream instead of running from a nightmare. You want to keep learning, growing and being the best you can be.

“You’ll come with me again?” You ask Alex teasingly.

“Not this time. But,” she pauses for dramatic effect. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

There’s some kind of promise there that you refuse to fully believe. It wouldn’t be the first time you get your hopes too high, or the one where you crash down in free fall with no parachute.

Camp has served you right, both of you. And maybe you stopped Ash from killing Alex when it was known you two would share a room, but things are...better.

“You can always visit.”

All eyes fall on you, trying to decide what is going on in your mind. To be honest? You’re not quite sure either. But you feel that pull towards Alex, daring you to allow her in.

You tell yourself this is a mistake. There’s absolutely nothing stopping her from doing something stupid, from leaving you hanging while you doubt yourself again. Everything could play out exactly like the last time, except something is different this time.

You’re not quite capable of explaining. You’re not gonna dive without testing the water either. So there’s another year overseas with some distance to keep your head clear. Whatever happens in that lapse, it’ll be the answer you need.

“Call me if you get homesick.”

“Except if it’s three am?” You ask with a sideways glance to Megan.

“Even if it’s three am,” Alex corrects. “Can’t promise I won’t fall asleep on you tho.”

“As if you didn’t do exactly that already.”

“Hey! At least I would pick up.”

“Fine. I’ll take it.”

There’s a small grin in your lips while you pack the last of your stuff.

You look at your friends and family one more time knowing they’ll be there when you come back. And looking at Alex you know there’s a chance home will be waiting for you.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

#alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #alex morgan x reader #fulfilled prompt #excuse any typos #it's five am and I'm ready to die

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lovelyirony · 4 years ago

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Hey, would you be open to IronAgent (Phil x Tony)? If yes, from the angst list (because /of course/ I look there first lol) 19: "Why did you wait until I moved on?" If you feel like it. Thanks! <3

never done this one before, but i like it!

Tony isn’t used to heartbreak. He’s kind of an asshole like that. Or maybe he is used to heartbreak, but he’s not quite used to people admitting that they don’t like him like that.

Phil Coulson was someone he met while at an orchestra with Pepper and showing up late and getting the wrong seat and falling asleep.

He was the one who jabbed him awake and explained why the orchestra was so important, and Tony saw how much he could appreciate it, and he wanted more of it.

So he asked. Phil said yes. And their first date was to a diner where Tony had to give Phil, like, eight quarters for the jukebox.

He was different from anyone Tony usually saw. Different as in decent, different as in he wore a white button-up shirt nearly every single day, and Tony liked it, but he liked it more when it was a bit wrinkled and Phil broke down and unbuttoned the top two.

They dated for eleven months and thirty days. They broke up in July.

In retrospect, Tony can see why. Phil was always interested in specialized security and was one of the best people to stay calm under stress. (Tony joked that it was because of him.)

Phil calls him in July. Tony is in Malibu, and Phil lives in Chicago, and he won’t allow Tony to pay for a plane or train ticket.

Now he knows why.

The phone call is short, mainly because Tony knows that he’s bursting with questions and Phil won’t answer them, because it’s considered rude to ask someone why they don’t want to choose you anymore.

Tony says okay. He says okay on the phone, which sucks, and it’s...

He calls Rhodey next.

“You okay?”

“Probably. Maybe.”

“You’ll be fine,” Rhodey says, in that tone of voice that Tony usually always trusts, but this time it’s different because Rhodey isn’t with him right now, he’s with his cousin in Florida trying to learn how to handle different beach-themed cocktails. Call it scientific research.

“Listen,” Rhodey says, “I gotta go. Ben’s taking me to dinner, but call me when you need me, okay?”

“Got it.”

He’s not going to do that.

Phil joined SHIELD. You can’t have personal connections, not really.

And Tony was as personal as they got, but he was also beneficial. Phil knows that if SHIELD ever caught wind of Tony being his, there would be talk. Talk about “why don’t you convince your boyfriend to get us weapons?”

“Why don’t you bring Tony Stark over? Let us in on some secrets?”

He can’t do that to him.

And relationships...

Best not to think about it.

It takes longer than thought possible for Tony to get over Phil. In many respects, he might not be.

But he goes out the next week and makes headlines dancing with all sorts of people and socializing and proving that he can move on. He will move on. He’s already moved on.

He bitterly hopes that Phil can see it.

(Phillip Coulson is busy fighting bad guys in a grocery store, but as he dodges a can of peaches being thrown at his head, he sees an overturned magazine rack. And there Tony is, smiling at a girl and-)

Tony keeps tabs on him, sometimes. He doesn’t often pop up. Tony doesn’t really look into security, because he knows that if he finds out where Phil is, what Phil is doing, it’s all he’s going to think about. And he can’t keep him safe, he can’t keep him protected.

So he focuses on weapons and business and making sure that Pepper isn’t too pissed off, because it’s like Pompeii 2.0 if that happens.

Coulson is in the office when the break-room TV is turned on and the news is up, and agents are crowding around.

“Back to work, everyone,” he says, but he stops when he sees the headline.

Tony Stark Declared Missing after Weapons Demonstration Gone Awry

He can’t breathe. He feels everything slam down, and he can’t let anyone know it’s all coming down over his head, so he turns off the news.

“Get focused,” he says. “I know at least one of you is supposed to be talking to our agents stationed in Liberia about a potential 084. Get it done.”

He goes into his office and stares at a framed picture of a Ferris wheel.

Just below that, folded up, is Tony kissing his cheek while he laughs.

And it might be done.

He wishes it wasn’t done, he wishes that he had never broken up with him. He’s always wished that, every single time he comes into his apartment and Tony’s plans for decorating their apartment when they both came back to Boston (Phil never did) were the talk of the night for many a night.

He can’t request any special information. He can’t risk it, doesn’t want to risk it.

Maria still catches him, because she’s Maria. She knows everything.

“You got personal history with him,” she says over a mutual dinner. She invited him to her house. She didn’t seem like a house person, but then again she also has coasters with embroidered flower bouquets on them, so there’s that.

“I’m not going to tell you anything about it.”

“Wasn’t expecting you to. Just wanted to let you know that I know.”

“And how would you know?”

Maria smiles, biting into the pizza that she has ordered and Phil hasn’t touched, but still paid half for.

“Because I’m smart and observant, Coulson.”

“You can call me Phil, you know.”

“Nope, rather not. But if you’re not discussing it, then it must have been romantic. I’m surprised you guys dated. For long, if I’m right.”

“Under a year,” he says.

“And you’re still this affected?”

“I broke up with him,” Phil says. “You know why.”

“You’re the dumbest ever,” Maria says. “You were dating the son of one of the best-known men of all time, and you think that you were putting his life in danger?”

“When you put it like that, it makes me sound stupid.”

“You’re not,” Maria says. “You’re smart. But Tony Stark isn’t exactly a saint. He knows how to fight dirty.”

Tony Stark just flew out of a cave and his first thought is the fact that he really wants a nice burger, and the second thought is that he’s wondered if he’s just invented something revolutionary.

It’s about two weeks after everything and he’s still finding trouble with his standard mattress that he gets a visit.

Strategic-Homeland-Whatever.

They call themselves a private security firm. Tony knows better, has seen better liars.

But Agent Barton is insistent that security is all they do, and they want to make sure that Tony Stark isn’t a danger to himself.

(What he really means, most likely, is that SHIELD has caught on to the little fact that his flight suit exists.)

Phil met Obadiah Stane exactly once, and exactly once is the only meeting you really need with a man who is the physical embodiment of an oil spill.

Barton calls him, says that he needs to get there now, the mission is going wrong. Coulson’s his handler, and as much as he’d like to send Maria or Natasha or literally anybody else, he is worried.

He finds Dum-E waving frantically, with Tony hunched over a counter and breathing hard, a blue light emanating from his chest.

“Tony?”

He turns around wildly, freezing as he looks at Phil.

“I don’t have time to deal with you,” he pants out, breath ragged. “Move out of my way, and stay out of my way.”

Phil witnesses Tony in his element. He’s always flown above the rest, but never quite so literally.

Pepper clutches Tony’s hand and he holds her close, and oh.

Oh.

Phil knows he shouldn’t have expected anything. He knows that it’s been years and years since they were dating, since they were each other’s everything and a half.

But it still kind of hurts when you’re not a choice.

They turn to look at Coulson.

“I assume that Clint is yours?” Tony asks.

“One of them, yes.”

“He needs to get better about lying, he clearly ate my leftover sandwich.”

“I’ll...talk to him about that. Everyone okay here?”

“For now. Need to tie up some loose ends.”

“I can help with that.”

“I don’t need it,” Tony says, and Pepper follows his gaze carefully before speaking.

“We would love the help,” she says, and Phil can tell that she doesn’t know.

Somehow-and Phil’s not quite sure how-that burns. Tony didn’t tell her about them. It’s egotistical of him, sure, but he kind of wants to be known as a part in Tony’s life.

SHIELD gets involved. They clean up Stane like he was never there, and there’s a press release about him having a heart attack in his sleep that is clearly not the case, but there are enough pictures of him eating unhealthily that it can kind of make sense when people look at some shitty news source.

Phil makes flashcards.

Reminds him of studying days, when he used to quiz Tony on Captain America trivia.

He stumped him, once.

Tony doesn’t like that Phil’s back in his life. He doesn’t have to like it.

But really, it just...

They used to be together. And they didn’t end because it got bad, they ended because Phil had a job and he didn’t want to be a couple because that would somehow ruin things. And Tony got it, really. The board wasn’t exactly pleased that Tony wasn’t hush-hush about his activities.

“What’s gonna happen, they’re gonna sue me? Ask me to stop?” Tony had asked, laughing. “I don’t give a shit what people think. They rely on me too much to afford to have an opinion cloud their judgment.”

Phil isn’t like that.

They danced together. He still remembers Phil’s order for food.

(Lo Mein with veggies, but he would never eat all of the veggies that were in there. Plus egg rolls.)

“If you just read the flash cards, you should be fine,” Phil says. “Trust me.”

“You waited to tell me that until I moved on or something?” Tony asks sardonically.

Tony listened to Phil twice in his life and trusted him.

The first was six months in, when he said “I love you” while they were lounging on the worst couch that Tony had ever sat in, in an apartment with a leak during rainy days.

The second was when Phil told him to live his life to his full potential on a short phone call.

Fool me once, fool me twice, and never again.

“The truth is...I am Iron Man.”

#tonyphil #agentman?#idk what it's called #phil coulson #tony stark #lovelyirony writes #not a pairing i would ever think of but one that was very interesting #i like it #pepper potts #rhodey #iron man #agent coulson

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years ago

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sapphires are a girls worst enemy ryan sitkowski x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ryansitkowskiswifey : "Can I request a Ryan Imagine? Maybe being jealous over him being around women?"

this was kind of vague and i just did the chris one like this so i changed a little bit but i hope its still good. i also wanted it to be the opposite of "diamonds are a girls best friends" by marilyn monroe because thats sort of what this idea sparked. hopefully its not too far off and i hope you enjoy!

Song: death is a party, invite all your friends by palaye royale

tag list: @cynic-spirit @alilpunkrock @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @musicsexandpizza69

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"damn, where you going dressed like that?"

i said gawking at ryan in his pressed suit. he looked at me confused as he pushed his cuff links into the sleeves.

"why arent you ready?"

he asked and i raised a brow.

"ready for what?"

"what do you mean ready for what? get up, come on or we'll be late."

he pulled me off the couch and pushed me down the hall to our bedroom, there laying on the bed was a deep blue cocktail dress.

"wait, ryan, seriously, what is this for?"

he looked confused again.

"didnt i tell you the party was tonight?"

i raised a brow and shook my head no.

"absolutely not, im pretty sure i wouldve remembered a party invite."

he thought for a second, one hand on his hip and the other scratching at his beard.

"i could have swore i told you. but whatever, you need to hurry up and get dressed or we're gonna be late."

he handed me the dress before leaving the room so i could get ready. i looked over it before quickly going to the bathroom and doing my makeup. when it was done i slipped on the dress and curled my hair, pinning it back and spraying it with hairspray. i sneezed, making myself laugh a little bit before waving my hand in the air to get rid of the fumes.

"bless you!"

i heard ryan call from our room. i opened the bathroom door and stepped out, taking a new pair of heels from him and slipping them on.

"where did you get all this stuff anyways?"

i said standing up straight and taking his hand.

"from a friend. he said we had better look nice for this party or dont come at all, so he came in clutch."

i nodded as we walked out to the car.

"right."

i said as he started it, taking my hand in his again and pulling out of the driveway.

---

when we got the party i was a bit surprised. id never been to something like this before, a valet helped me out of the car, offering me over to ryan as he handed him the keys. he pulled me to the door, flashing his invitation to the man at the door and granting us access to the large hotel lobby. we walked in slowly, being immediately met with lots of people standing around, drinking alcohol out of crystal glasses and swaying lightly to the overhead music as they chatted amongst themselves.

"ryan what the hell is this?"

i asked, him tightening his grip on my hand.

"its a party y/n, look we just need to be seen by the host and then we can go."

i shook my head, drawing my brows together.

"we just got here and you wanna leave already?"

he looked at me confused.

"you wanna stay?"

i shrugged as we walked across the room to the bar.

"how often do we get to go out like this? im wearing designer for fucks sake."

i got a few nasty looks from people we walked past at my choice of language.

"fine we can stay for a bit but you gotta be cool."

i raised a brow at him as he asked the bar tender for two drinks.

"me, not be cool? unheard of."

he laughed a little at me as he handed me one of the glasses.

"right."

i shook my head and took a drink.

"im cool. sometimes."

"sure."

he touched my arm lightly.

"hey, im gonna go find the bathroom, dont go anywhere."

i nodded, watching him walk away from me quickly. i sat at the bar, sipping my cocktail and people watching.

"and whats a beautiful young thing like yourself doing here all alone?"

i heard as a tall, serious looking man walking up to me, ordering a drink for himself.

"oh uh, im not alone, my boyfriend just went to do something."

he nodded.

"boyfriend, he must be the one i invited cause im sure i wouldve remembered a creature such as yourself on the guest list."

i laughed a little but to myself, feeling a little guilty at the blush creeping to my face.

"yeah, his name is ryan-"

he snapped and pointed at me.

"sitkowksi's plus one! of course! he did say you were an eye-full."

i smiled at the thought of him complimenting me as such to someone else.

"thats sweet of you to say."

he gently touched my hand, leaning further into the bar.

"well it is true, he also said you look best in sapphire, and looking at the dress i sent him id say he chose well."

i slid my hand slowly away from him, taking a sip of my own drink.

"thank you kindly, i was a bit surprised at his choice of outfit but am thankful for it nonetheless. it really is beautiful."

he reached forward to push my chin up, making me pull away form him, my gaze darting across the room. i saw ryan, talking to a small group of girls.

"just as beautiful as you sweetheart."

i was starting to get uncomfortable. and watching ryan from across the room made me uneasy, not only was he not with me to stop this mans relentless flirting he was starting to get touched by the girls talking to him. i watched as they giggled to themselves, the three women touching his arms and chest as they flirted with him. i was a bit frustrated to be honest. i tapped the bar lightly, looking back to the host.

"right, um, if youll excuse me."

he grabbed my arm as i stood off my bar stool.

"going so soon princess?"

i looked down at his hand before looking up at him sternly.

"wouldnt want to ruin this pretty dress."

i said harshly, pulling my arm away from his. he looked a little disgusted at what i was insinuating.

"of course."

i nodded before walking off in ryans direction. i was fuming now, how dare he try to take advantage of me like that, even knowing i had a boyfriend. and not only that but those women were still flirting with ryan. i walked up to the them and ryan looked down at me with pleading eyes.

"hes taken."

i said rather aggressively, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from them.

"and we're leaving."

i started pulling him towards the front door.

"wait, babe? i thought you said you wanted to stay. i didnt even get to talk to-"

"i did, hes a gem, lets go."

he stopped, spinning me around to face him.

"wait, is this cause of those girls? they were just asking about the band."

i scoffed at him.

"yes, the girls, of course."

i rolled my eyes at him.

"then what?"

"your generous host was trying to get in my pants,"

i poked his chest.

"knowing i was taken!"

he drew his brows together.

"really?"

i crossed my arms over my chest.

"the girls were just the tipping point. i was trapped at the bar alone with creeper-mcgee and you were over there flirting with the gaggle of idiots."

i looked down at the ground trying to not let my anger turn to tears. he ran his hand gently down my arm.

"im sorry y/n, i didnt mean to make you feel that way. if you really are uncomfortable we can leave."

i nodded, stepping into him and wrapping him in a hug.

"going so soon?"

i heard his voice again, the host. i tensed my body before looking up, not letting ryan go.

"uh yeah Gio, sorry, we would love to stay longer but y/n's sick."

he lied, looking down at me and rubbing my back reassuringly. the man reached forward, moving to touch me face but ryan caught his hand.

"ill have the dress dry cleaned and sent back to your office."

he said, looking deeply at Gio. the man just looked over me.

"dont worry about it. A creature like this deserves to own nice things, she should keep it. after all, she does look stunning in sapphire."

i wanted to vomit.

"how kind."

ryan said annoyed, letting go of his hand.

"hopefully ill be seeing you again young thing. and i hope you feel better, if theres anything i can do dont hesitate to ask."

i nodded.

"thanks but at the moment id just like to lie down."

he bowed forward.

"then i wish you both a safe trip home."

i watched in horror as the three women who had been flirting with ryan flocked to Gio, hugging to him like leeches. maybe he was trying to break us up but who knows.

"thanks."

ryan said, unwrapping my arms from his torso and taking my hand in his.

"ill be in touch."

gio said as we turned to leave, walking out the door that was being held and going straight to the valet.

"i never wanna go back."

i said quietly to ryan and he nodded, kissing my forehead.

"and we never have to."

he said taking the keys from the valet as they pulled up. he held the door for me.

"id also like to get out of this designer death trap."

i said, desperate. he looked down at me, disappointment written on his face from the events of the night.

"Walmart and McDonald it is."

i smiled up at him.

"thanks baby."

he closed the door and i watched him intently as he jogged around the car, sliding into the driver side and taking my hand.

"comfort here we come."

#wattpad #x reader #miw #Ryan Sitkowski #imagines #one shots #requests #223

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heyitsn1kk1 · 5 years ago

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Nameless Pt. 1

Nameless

Part 1: The Deal

Synopsis: a nameless assassin for hire finds herself in a tight spot after a hunt gone wrong. Stranded on Navarro with no fuel and no credits she’s forced to make a deal with one of the galaxy’s most feared warriors: a Mandalorian.

* Note this story takes place a year or two before the events of The Mandalorian

* Also it’s going to be a slow ass burn

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So far so good.

Everything was going according to plan. The mission was simple enough. Seduce this wealthy snob, get him into a room alone, then proceed to stick a knife into his throat.

But I’ve been in the business long enough to know that things rarely go this smoothly. In fact I was quite suspicious as to my good fortune.

“Mira... why don’t we head back to my room? I’ve got some Cloothian Spirits on ice.”

That’s my cue.

“How can I say no to that Mr. Harker?”

The profoundly round man offered me his fleshy arm. I linked my arm with his slowly and purposefully, some might even say sensually. I could practically feel him buzzing with excitement over what sharing those drinks in his bedroom entailed.

This entire night I’ve been displayed as this wealthy contractors arm candy under the alias Mira Remell, and I had about enough of it.

Patience was a necessity in my line of work but this man was an utter bore. Sometime I get prey that I can immediately connect with. We could talk for hours, sometimes I even purposefully dragged out the mission longer just so I can get to know a bit more about them. This man however could only talk about food and booze. I can appreciate both but not to the sickening extent this man could. To say I was eager to kill him was an understatement.

After a lengthy walk filled with monotonous conversation Mr. Harker finally led me into his room. It was lavish, as to be expected, though not the most lavish I’ve seen.

I took a seat on his bed as he poured us our drinks.

“So Mira, have you had a spirit like this before? It’s of the highest quality. From what I’ve heard the Cloothians ferment these high altitude berries for centuries to make this drink we are about to enjoy.”

“Fascinating isn’t it? What goes into making life worth living.”

I was met with a nasally chuckle.

“I have everything that makes life worth living right here.”

That was cheesy.

He handed me the drink but not before slipping a hand behind my back, trying to undo my dress.

Someone’s a little over eager.

“Is that so Mr. Harker?”

I said in a low soft voice so he had to lean in closer to hear me. I slowly reached for knife I kept strapped onto my inner thigh.

He was about to plant a wet kiss on my lips when the door suddenly opened.

“What the hell! Ever heard of knocking you fucking dim wits?” Mr. Harker raged. Immensely angered over the interruption.

“Sir we have reason to believe you are in danger. Our intel reports that an assassin is here to kill you tonight.”

I knew things were going too smoothly.

“Nonsense! Why would anyone want me killed?”

That’s easy. Your son wants his inheritance before you keel over from over eating.

“Sir please, we are to place guards outside and in your room to ensure your safety.”

Better get this done quick then.

“I’m a little busy at the moment if you couldn’t tell!”

“I’m afraid they are right dear. Someone is here to kill you tonight.” I say sweetly before swiftly drawing my dagger and slashing it across his throat.

Piping hot blood splattered over my face and chest. As planned the guards were too shocked by the sight of blood that I easily slipped past them, booking it down the hall to the resort’s exit.

I hope my client takes news coverage as proof of death.

It was only a few seconds later that I heard one guard crashing after me yelling at me to stop. Blaster fire shot passed me as I rounded a corner. I took the stairs down by flights, pretty impressive considering I was wearing heels and a tight gold sequined dress.

In no time I had exited the building and was making a beeline for my ship: The Regalia.

I practically threw myself into the cockpit and starting up the engines.

“Come on come one I gotta get my ass outta here.”

The Regalia’s engines roared to life and I swiftly nosed the ship out of the dock. I was preparing to make a straight shot out of the atmosphere when I saw 3 police droid ships heading my way.

Never a dull moment is it.

I gassed my ship, blasting myself forward. The droids followed me. As fast as The Regalia was I didn’t have a chance in hell of making it off this planet by roaring past them, I had to get them off my tail first.

I weaved in and out between towering mega skyscrapers, swiftly losing the droids.

As soon as a path opened up I took it, flooring it I made straight for the stars.

I was about to enter hyperspace until a blaster bolt hit my ship. Immediately red light started flaring and alarms sounded.

I frantically pressed a few buttons to get a diagnostic check.

Shit my hyperdrive was damaged.

But I was in hyperspace at the moment... meaning. I pulled a lever to disengage but nothing happened. I tried a second and third time. Nothing.

Well fuck.

Unless I did something I’d be stuck in hyperspace until my fuel ran out... meaning I would be stranded probably beyond the known galaxy.

The next hours were spent in pure panic. Lucky my original location was in the inner rim so I had a considerable amount of time to correct this unfortunate situation.

I flipped through my owners manual frantically, finally finding a bit of useful information. A pivotal structure that the hyperdrive couldn’t operate without: a single cable. Lucky I would be able to reach this from inside the ship. The bad news, it would cost a fortune to fix.

I’m not really given any other choice here.

So I sucked it up, grabbed my dagger, and went to work.

It took a couple minutes to saw through the cable but once I did my world came to a hurdling stop.

I rushed back to the cockpit still sweating bullets. I needed to figure out where the hell I was.

The closest planet to me was Navarro. From what the database said about the planet there really wasn’t much too it... except it was an outer rim planet crawling with bounty hunters.

Oh joy.

However I had no other options as my fuel was running desperately low. I’ve never been to the outer rim but there’s a first time for everything.

—

I somehow managed to land my poor Regalia in a dusty landing port. As I exited my ship I noticed right away that it was the nicest docked.

I had a plan... sort of. I needed credits, desperately. Since this planet was riddled with bounty hunters I was hoping to get a piece of the action. I’m an assassin, not a bounty hunter. My quarry never leaves alive when I’m done with them. But I guess aside from that fact it’s not to different... right?

Also since my ship was out of commission I needed a ride. And since I had no credits to borrow one that meant I needed to work with someone with a ship.

My best bet was to find a cantina where guild members got their assignments. I just hope that at least one of them is willing to let me on board.

I’m sure I looked like a mess. But frankly I didn’t want to spend any more time on deck as I spent the last 3 hours or so panicking in there. I was still wearing my golden cocktail dress, my hair was for sure in disarray, and I probably still had blood splattered all over me. I had put on my old cloak in hopes to cover up the mess.

Like that’ll do any good.

I made my way into a dimly lit cantina that was filled to the brim with shady looking bounty hunters. I really should have changed as I stuck out like a sore thumb. Despite the blood and wild hair I was the most done up person here.

I made my way to the bar and took a seat.

“Just water please.”

It was all I could presently afford.

The bartender grumbled in disapproval and quite rudely slammed my drink onto the counter.

“Thanks”

I took a sip before looking around, my hand instinctively going to my concealed dagger as I was met with malicious faces.

None of these people seem promising.

So I waited. Eavesdropping on every conversation I could but nothing piqued my interest. That is until a Mandalorian walked into the room.

All eyes seemed to be on him. Some with fear, some with admiration, but most with distain.

The Mandalorian made his way to the guild leader, from what I heard his name was Greef Carga, dropping a pile of fobs onto the table.

“Nice work Mando!” Carga said as he dragged the collection of fobs towards him.

“Please have a seat.”

The Mandalorian unclipped a rifle that was nearly as tall as me off his back and settled down.

“So I’m assuming you want some more jobs huh?”

The Mandalorian said nothing but Carga carried on as if a reciprocal conversation was happening.

“Well you’re in luck, I’ve got 5 real good ones.”

He placed five bounty pucks onto the table along with their corresponding fobs.

Without even looking at them the Mandalorian said “I’ll take them all.”

I was caught off guard by the smooth baritone of his voice modulated by his helmet. It was oddly alluring.

“Hey now you aren’t the only one in the guild! I have to save some for the rest of the guys!”

The Mandalorian just gave him a pointed look somehow with that helmet on.

“Fine fine, but only know I let you do this because you’re my favorite Mando.”

The Mandalorian was about to take the collection and leave before Greef Carga said “Hold up, I have to warn you about this one job.”

Carga grabbed a puck out of the pile and initiated the display.

A young Mon Calamari showed up.

“Krath Wilgi, a Nobel men’s son. Not sure what he has a bounty on him for but the guy’s paranoid. He’s hold up in some fancy mid rim hotel with a squad of mercenaries guarding him. Not that I doubt your abilities Mando but this might be a bit much for just one person. Plus you’d be out of your element on such a... developed planet.”

“I’ll be fine.” Was all the Mandalorian said before making a motion to leave.

Suddenly I had an idea.

“Wait!” I jumped out of my seat and strode over to the table the two were sitting at.

Two sets of eyes, one behind a beskar helmet, bored into me.

Time to work my charm.

“Forgive me for eavesdropping gentlemen but I overheard that a certain bounty might give you some trouble.”

I really wish I didn’t look like such a complete mess right now but I’ll have to make due.

“As it so happens my specialty is dealing with rich men holed up behind their security.”

I turned to the Mandalorian, directly addressing him.

“I don’t doubt your abilities for a second Mandalorian but it doesn’t hurt to avoid a waste of ammunition and avoidable danger. With that armor of yours you aren’t exactly subtle. I can get past those mercenaries and deliver the quarry right to you.”

The Mandalorian said nothing, giving no indication to how he felt about the prospect.

“Besides mastering the art of subtlety I’m also pretty good with a blaster and even better with a blade. So you wouldn’t have to worry about me dragging you down.”

Still nothing.

“I’m assuming you’d want something in return right dear?” Carga piped in.

I turned my head towards him before I answered.

“Naturally of course. Obviously I’m not from the outer rim. I need some credits to get me back home. I just need enough for some repairs for my ship as well as enough fuel to get me back to the inner rim.”

“What got you stranded here in the first place.” That strangely alluring voice said.

I turned back to the Mandalorian a bit shocked that he actually spoke.

“Let’s just say a serious of... unforeseen circumstances happened. My hunt didn’t go exactly as planned.”

“How do I know this bad luck of yours won’t follow me?”

Prick.

“Bad luck? If my luck was bad I wouldn’t be alive now would I?”

All I got was a scoff in response.

“Look, I’m good at what I do. All I’m asking for is enough credits to cover my trip back to the inner rim.”

“I took more than one job, you’d be stuck with me for the other ones as well.”

“That’s fine by me.” I say my voice dripping with sultriness.

It usually worked on most men but the Mandalorian seemed to be an outlier.

“Deal?” I tentatively said offering this ‘Mando’ my hand.

For a few seconds nothing happened. I was about to dejectedly withdraw my hand before his finally reached out and griped mine.

“Deal.”

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capricornus-rex · 5 years ago

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Playing Pretend (4)

Requested by: @calkesttiss | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will 😂

Cal Kestis x Reader

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Cal found a way down the building and walked his way back to the Mobara Palace, one of the few cantinas in the Capital that have docking bays. The Mobara Palace was one of the biggest in the city too; occupying a whole block to cover the bar itself as well as the elaborate network of paths that connect the bays to one another, with the cantina at the starting point of it all.

The Mantis’s entrance ramp hissed and lowered, opening the door before him. An aromatic waft was the first to welcome him upon his entry.

“Looks like Greez is cooking something good,” he comments to BD-1.

As he entered the ship, Greez’s dual pairs of arms were all over the pantry and yet each arm was carefully distributed to a certain task in cooking.

“Smells good, Greez!” Cal beamed.

“Oh good, you’re just in time for dinner—with all that wandering around you’re doing, you’re probably hungry,”

He joined the others at the table as soon as Greez lifted the pot from the stove and served everyone their own plates. The meal was solemn and yet there was a warm aura emanating around them. Cal decided to up the mood by striking a conversation.

“How long do you guys still think we’re gonna stay here until this blows over?”

A silence at the dinner table. Cere’s eyes shifted, she searched Greez’s face and studied his reaction toward Cal’s question. There was only one possible and realistic answer, but the boy doesn’t seem to concur with it.

“Cal,” she clears her throat. “You do understand why…”

Before she could even reiterate her question, Cal already knew this mere dinner table conversation was going to be another lecture.

“I know. We’re hiding from the loan shark that Greez borrowed the money from to get this ship,”

It was an embarrassing truth, but a truth nonetheless. Greez felt like the situation required him to say a piece.

“Look, kid, we can scrape by with what we have. I mean, I still got coin on me—but not that enough to cover the loan plus with its interest!”

“Odd jobs, honest jobs, aren’t gonna cut it in a short time, Greez. At least you would know that, of all people,” Cal argued.

Cal had been wandering around the city looking for a quick way to earn some coin in the quickest way possible. The downtown and underground areas of the planet had some questionable methods of earning money—but they were easy money. Although Cal had grown up with street smarts, part of that knowledge is when and where a solution is either a real solution or another problem later on.

“You know the Sabacc, don’t ya?” Greez whispered with the left corner of his mouth directed to Cal.

“Greez, we are not going with gambling!” Cere sternly exclaimed. The impact of her fork dropping against the plate was just as scary as a fist landing on the table like a gavel.

There was another silence amongst them again. Cere continued on with her own piece.

“We cannot endanger anyone in our crew with something that won’t be worth our while. I don’t mind pretending to be some stranger in a different name just so we can have someplace to stay safe together. But I will not allow anybody in this ship to get into something that would jeopardize themselves or the crew altogether, understand?”

Cere’s outburst hardened the silence. Everybody understands that she hasn’t outgrown her military discipline from her days of participating in the Clone Wars—and she’s utilizing them in predicaments such as these amongst the Mantis crew members.

These episodes of hers were occasional, therefore it made her unpredictable, intimidating, but somehow her aggressive delivery doesn’t outweigh her rationale or true motive. Everybody—Cal, Greez, Merrin, and ultimately BD-1—knew that she means well and that she always will.

Cere processed what just had happened with her. She attempted to recompose herself in the midst of the awkwardness. She cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell.”

“It’s fine, Cere,” Greez consoles.

The dinner proceeds. Cal wondered if the girl he met yesterday and bumped into just now would be a better subject to talk about.

“I met someone last night. Bumped into her again,”

All heads turn to Cal.

“She frequents a pub not too far from here. I always see her near or inside that place. Maybe if I bump into her again, I’ll ask her where I can find a place to get some cash—and a clean one at that,”

“Are you sure she is to be trusted?” Cere maintained her stern tone even after recomposing herself.

Cal was so sure of his judgment about you. He recalled the moments where you two were together. He felt your kindness and compassion—he knew of your good intentions, you meant no harm—but he also sensed some sort of sadness in you.

“You probably have heard of Senator Bail Organa?” Cere takes the conversation reins.

Cal shrugs, “Yeah sure, I know him. I saw him sometimes in the Senate Building in Coruscant.”

“Well, he knows of our presence here—don’t worry, he doesn’t know about the loan shark at our tail—and he’s invited us to a social function,”

“Social function?” Cal raised his eyebrow at Cere’s unusual choice of word.

“Apparently, this party was being held by a colleague of his. Perhaps they needed to fill the guestlist,”

“Proxies,”

“Exactly.”

“How bad can a few no-show guests be? It’s not like it’s gonna dent their bank account when the catering bill comes!” Greez dryly joked and it was the received likewise.

In light of this new announcement, Cal began to wonder how long does he have to stay in the party before he could sneak back out in the streets and find the unusual girl who had to drag him up a rooftop from the Tipsy Taun-Taun just to ask for some self-defense moves.

The following days passed until the day of the banquet has come. That morning, your mother personally made sure that you don’t sleep in and get yourself ready as quickly as possible. She also announced that the stylists are coming in half an hour.

“Mom, I’m perfectly capable of doing my own makeup!” You detest despite still being groggy from being woken up without your consent.

You force yourself out of bed so that you could take a shower. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the luxury of staying too long in the bath—however, you sorely wished you did. You slid deeper into the cold, ivory and gold-trimmed bathtub until only your eyes are on the surface.

A pounding on the door disturbed your watery peace.

“[y/n], hurry up!” your mother growled from the other side.

“Almost done!” you cried back.

You were actually done minutes ago, you only chose to soak yourself for a bit longer with the wishful thinking that they’ll never realize that you’ve locked yourself in your own bathroom. You’d love that though.

“No one could ever go wrong with black,” you muttered as you pulled out an off-shouldered black cocktail dress with stars and planets embroidered with golden thread.

You made quick work of yourself. You did your hair and makeup: applying minimal makeup as possible, you wore your hair down and clipped a silver headband on both ends with four tiers of golden cords hanging over on top of the other. Staring back at yourself in the mirror, a brush in your hand slides down to the length of your hair; with every stroke, you ponder if all this your parents are doing is ever worth it either for themselves or for the family.

You sigh for an answer, or lack thereof. Afterwards, you donned the dress and the shoes—both pieces were in black. The finishing touch—a personal one at that—was a pair of leather fingerless gloves.

“Here goes nothing,” a mantra you tell yourself before exiting your room in attendance to any social gathering you were obliged to attend.

The party started without you. No surprise in that, you thought. Nevertheless, you made your way to ballroom where the chatter of the guests became more and more audible yet incoherent as their voices meddled.

Immediately, you searched for Tazha in the room. She wasn’t easy to miss. Her glittering dress outshines everyone else’s, literally making her a beacon for you to easily see her. You walk up to her.

“Oh you look great!” she compliments.

“Thanks, you too,”

Suddenly, one of the Ithrel sons, Logan who was the third son and was the same age as you, appears ot be walking toward you with what you thought is the stupidest grin you’ve ever seen on a face. He comes in strong by grabbing you by the waist, reel you in for a kiss except you successfully dodged it with your gloved hand.

“Logan? What the hell are you doing?!”

“Well, your mom paid me to flirt with you until you end up falling in love with me, I’ll have a chance in the Junior Legislator’s Program! Plus, we get to support your family until your dad becomes Senator or whatever, I mean, we don’t have a choice on that, we just gotta roll with it,” he beamed with an imbecile’s optimism. “Big bonus if we ever get married though. I mean, she wanted that to happen. So, marry me?”

“Hold up. She did what now?”

Logan repeated your own mother’s plan, he reiterated that this part wasn’t even in the original agreement. Your mother had to negotiate her way through the Ithrels in promising a much stronger bond of support to your family—therefore, you became a sacrificial lamb.

You and Tazha exchanged glances. Both of you communicated clearly through the furrows of your brows and the hard rolling of your eyes. A gradual burst of rage was flowing in your bloodstreams.

“Oh my God, this is just sad and pathetic of you, Logan,” Tazha condescendingly comments.

“I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind tonight,” you growled, your knuckles were white from gripping the bannister too hard.

You searched for your mother in the ballroom. When you spotted her and your father speaking with some guests, you marched through the sea of people until you reached her.

“Mother, may I speak with you?”

Yasina excused herself from her guest and she was in for a surprise with what is about to go down.

“You paid one of the Ithrel sons to date me?! Because you thought that would strengthen your connection with them just so Dad can secure his win in the election? You did this without me knowing? Whatever the hell happened to consent, Mom!?”

“[y/n] Elvas Torvel, I do not allow you to speak to me with a tone like that in an important event like this!” Yasina hissed, struggling to maintain her composure—both mentally and physically—after just being bombarded with questions by her daughter.

“Did you even ever stop to think how I’d feel if you paired me with a complete imbecile?!”

“[y/n], honey, please listen,” your father intervenes but the argument was heating up between you and your mother.

“The Ithrels are a good family. They uphold a clear reputation. We Torvels and Ithrels would be a great collaborative enterprise,”

“You don’t see the problem here, Mom? I don’t want to get married!”

Yasina was silent. Her face was completely aghast: her eyes wide open, her lip was trembling as if wanting to say something but couldn’t because of so much nerves thrashing underneath her skin.

“You will not ruin this event for your own selfish, adolescent needs, young lady. We are not finished with this discussion.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ending it soon.”

You walked out from your parents. Turning your back on them to wipe away the tears that was welling up in your eyes.

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aleatoryalarmalligator · 5 years ago

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People get tired of you when you are poor. So many people are poor, poorer than i could even imagine being, poor enough to not be able to eat for days and days or have shoes to wear. It upsets people. It's not exciting. It's economic. It drags people down and decreases their well being overall, but not in a way that people like to really engage in. So when i find myself feeling horrible about how poorly i am doing, I just feel really ungrateful and dumb in the grand spectrum of how life has always been for everyone, and how things are for so many people. I am not exactly living in the worst time in human history. I am also not living with the kind of fear that a bomb may drop on me, or that i will die of some disease. I don't even have any children relying on me. I have a roof over my head, i am not without the bare basics, albeit, the very most bare. But i am kind of falling apart trying to make ends meet, I'm enormously in debt to people who deserve to be paid back and need to be paid back at some point, and i am feeling this sick nauseous feeling constantly whenever i get something i enjoy for myself even if it's just like, a sandwich or a hair tye. I lose sleep over it, because honestly, doing something like that puts me in a financial hole, because truth be told, i absolutely cannot afford to be making those kinds of economic choices for myself. Things are that tight.

People don't understand why i eat so little, or why i don't go out to have drinks or lunch, or why i don't buy new shoes or don't leave my house or get a decent phone, or see a doctor, or just a number of basic things. Honestly, people don't know why i don't smile more often, and it's kind of because i have so few choices right now that i have to live the same day over and over perfectly, or else i won't have enough money to eat for days. Everyone I know makes a lot more money than i do, i watch friends gamble one hundred dollars a night, or drink cocktails or go out to eat or buy new stuff. I can't do those things. If i do, i have to force myself not to eat for a few days. I have to really really pay for that kind of thing later, so it's made it very unworthwhile for me. Telling them i am too poor almost alienates me further, because then they have to feel bad about the contrast of their lives versus mine, so i don't talk about how this poverty thing has been wearing on me. I try to just smile and stay positive, but I feel like i am kind of crumbling into a state of despair. Sometimes i kind of feel like i am choking and I lose touch of my surroundings. I don't talk to anyone about it. There's no use and there are people who are literally sleeping outside in the cold, so what am i even upset about?

I can't really do much to change my economic situation right now, though i do have a longtime plan ultimately. Basically, i worked two years for a company to eventually get into a position where i was able to make good money. It's like, a sought after position essentially. You work two years making very little money, and then you eventually get into a position where you walk out with well over one hundred dollars a night. I was three months into finally having that position and i was finally making good money. I moved out of the place i was living at, which wasn't too great as i was living without a bathroom and had to like, pee outside and stuff. I moved into a really nice place with nicer roommates and i finally had a decent bedroom and bathroom and a respectable living situation closer to where I worked. And just as i was getting my life set up, the location of the place i worked for shut down suddenly and i was without work. I worked years and dealt with a lot of like, abuse in a way to get to that position, and suddenly it was gone, but i had just moved into a place i could now barely afford. I weighed my options and decided to work at this other location where they accepted me but on the terms i would take the lower position, but it put me in a situation where i was making less money than i had been before i even got the good position i had finally achieved. So, i was financially fucked, basically. Furthermore, it was around this time that all the standing i had been doing in order to get the job where i made that kind of money caught up with me, and i now have a permanent condition in my legs where they ache constantly, and i struggle to bend them. If i even move my leg in a bad position at night on accident, a shot of pain hits me. So i am always basically in some kind of pain, and it's kind of affecting my outlook on life. Not at first, but it's starting to wear on me. I am worried that the more i have to walk and stand a day, the worse it's going to get, but at the same time that's the only thing i can do to make money.

I also went through a break up around that time. It's not really over, but it kind of was there for a moment, and that feeling of your favorite person in the world just kind of dropping you is really horrible. I felt worthless, and trying to establish my self worth afterwards, with no real prospects has been really difficult. I can't even afford to be upset about friends or relationships, or more accurately, the lack there of. It's a money issue. Just an all around series of unfortunate things just hit me unexpectedly, and dragged me down after years of working my way up, and i try not to feel defeated by this, but i kind of do. My best friend is also extremely depressed, and if I talk about this, she doesn't really say much. She can't really be there for me right now, our schedules are opposite, such is adult life, and she's dealing with a bunch of stuff of her own, and there isn't even a lot of room for me to vent or anything at her.

If i get a second job it would help, i would be foregoing sleep because i am already working a full time job, and it would be hard to find a job that went well with the hours i have now. It's something i could do technically, but it would give me no time off, and essentially like 5 hours to sleep a night which i am afraid wouldn't be good for my mental health, and might ultimately be worse for me in the long run. I weigh it out quite often. I have an app on my phone that keeps track of all my money, so i am trying very hard to make sure that i cut every corner. I have everything regulated, down to the portion sizes I am allowed to eat and stay in line. It's about 800 calories a day. I feel hungry all the time. I grit my teeth a lot because there is always this tension of wanting to eat. I am kind of dieting, but if i wasn't dieting, this would be as much as i could afford to eat anyway. I kind of excuse it or make the best of it, because i am also kinda chubby, so technically, i rationalize that at least i am losing weight. I've lost about 25 pounds in the last few months. I can probably lose 30 more lbs before i become underweight. It's dumb, and i kinda have to laugh, but even my tummy fat has become some kind of aspect of my economic situation.

I am trying to stay positive. My longterm goal is ultimately to get the old position i had back, i think I am the next in line once an opening comes up, but that could be several several months from now. I don't know what is going to fuel me even having the will to continue. There is this little voice in the back of my head that just kind of wants to give up. I am tired of trying. I feel like it gets nowhere. I really want to stay positive, and not be bitter. But it is I have to admit, a little hard when my leg is always hurting and I am always hungry and can't really like, enjoy anything that doesn't cost anything. Once i am serving again, I will make more than enough money to pay back the money i owe, and also live a better life. Ugh, but i kind of messed up recently too. I spent days where i almost felt dizzy and distant from myself. I ended up spending money i didn't have, just impulsively. It was like i didn't care anymore about anything for just a few days. It's just like i snapped, and now three weeks later, i am stressing because i don't have enough for rent, it's going to have to be late, and I am scrambling and now having to rationalize that in the next coming month, i am going to have to eat even less, certain days i am just not going to be eating at all. It wasn't even a lot. I just bought stuff that a normal person wouldn't think twice about buying, like a new sweater, a pair of earrings, some socks, a few nice meals, but for me it was something i couldn't afford. I don't even have friends really, so i just listen to a ton of podcasts to fill that void. Which isn't friendship, but it keeps my brain busy i guess. I mean, I have a few pals. I have people i write online, but I just feel like it's disappointing to hear about how poor someone is. I don't want to bring other people down.

Lastly, all of this would be a lot better if i had food stamps or assistance, but i make like ten dollars too much for that. I had a SNAP card for a few months which was extremely nice, but they found out i made too much money and they took the benefits away.

So i guess i just decided to write about it here. I will try to stay positive, and make smart choices and all that. Gotta get ready for work. Thanks for reading my sad little economic blog post.

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mpregwrites · 5 years ago

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Pop That Lock

rated: g/soft t for swearing words: 2302

@soukokuweek day one: “trial and error”

***

The only thing that kept Chuuya from launching his phone full-force against the nearest wall was the fact that he was a reasonable person who could control his temper when dealing with shithead Dazai and all of his stupid ass shit. Definitely not because he did that exact thing last week and had to make a very embarrassing trip to the service provider with the barely-recognizable smashed remains of an iPhone X that probably deserved better. He refused to go back for at least the next month or they were going to start worrying about him and his tendency to go through thousand dollar phones every couple of months at best.

There was still a pressing matter at hand: Kouyou’s birthday party. He had already requested leave for the rest of the day starting at noon but that didn’t do anything to mitigate the issue of Dazai most definitely showing up just to ruin it, and Kouyou deserved better. In the past year or so he had installed seven more deadbolts on his apartment door and started locking them at random in the vain hopes that it might deter Dazai from just breaking in whenever the hell he felt like it, but Dazai’s lockpicking abilities were second to none in the worst way. He could put up with having his furniture moved two inches to the left but he drew the line at crashing Kouyou’s birthday party.

He tapped his foot quickly on the ground, arms crossed over his chest. There had to be some way to keep Dazai from showing up uninvited and eating all the crab. It was rude to keep excusing himself from the festivities to re-lock the door every couple of minutes, not to mention how fucking annoying that would be. Sometimes it felt like Dazai hadn’t really outgrown all of his 16-year-old mischief.

Regrettably, though, Chuuya was far too mature these days to match all of Dazai’s nonsense blow-for-blow, and he was fresh out of teenagers to ask for tips and tricks. Maybe he could hire one for the night—

He smacked himself in the forehead. The answer was staring him in the face the whole time.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he opened his contact list and pressed ‘call’ on Mori’s contact info, not even bothering to hide the mania of the grin cracking across his face as it rang. Gin only raised an eyebrow at him before going back to sharpening her knife with extreme prejudice, because Gin only knew how to do things with extreme prejudice and Chuuya appreciated such an honest and straightforward approach to life.

Finally, Mori answered the phone. “Hello, Chuuya-kun. Did you need something?”

“Apologies for bothering you, Boss,” he replied, bowing slightly even though Mori couldn’t see it. “I have a, uh… peculiar request to make of you pertaining to the festivities tonight.”

“Oh? I’m intrigued.”

Chuuya shifted the phone from one ear to the other so he could grab his wallet out of his pocket and rifle through the bills in the fold. “In the interests of keeping unscrupulous characters from disturbing said festivities, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to borrow a certain asset for the night.”

Mori chuckled, amused. “They’ve been in a bit of a mood lately, you know. Are you sure you can handle that?”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright, then. I leave them in your capable hands.” And with that, Mori hung up, leaving Chuuya with a rising giddiness under his skin that thrummed warmly. Kouyou was going to have a fantastic birthday party because he was finally, finally going to be able to outsmart Dazai after ten years of knowing each other and a lot of mortifying losses taken.

Everything was going perfectly.

***

Q removed one earbud from their ear and looked Chuuya up and down from where they were perched on their bed. “I don’t want to, though.”

So things maybe weren’t going perfectly, but Chuuya wasn’t going to admit defeat to a fucking teenager. He ground his teeth together tightly and counted backwards from ten in Japanese, then French, then Russian, Italian, Spanish, and eventually English before he felt like he could open his mouth without screaming obscenities. “You will notice that it wasn’t a request and I specifically phrased it as such to avoid confusion, Kyuusaku.”

They rolled their eyes and a vein started throbbing in Chuuya’s forehead. After the heavy traumatization they received during the entire Guild bullshit three years prior it had been decided that maybe locking them up like an animal wasn’t exactly welcoming to the development of a healthy mental state, so Chuuya and Kouyou both lobbied for at least humane treatment. They were given their own room and the periodic ability to head out into the dregs of normal society, provided they behaved and were accompanied by several mafiosi.

Unfortunately, this also meant that they had the chance to develop a personality, and mixed in with the dangerous cocktail of hormones running through their pubescent veins, it meant they were kind of a snarky shithead. God, he hated dealing with teenagers.

“What do I even get out of this?” Q asked, reclining back onto their elbows and crossing their legs at their ankles. “It sounds boring with no payoff. No thanks! I’ll just read manga here instead.”

More than he hated dealing with teenagers, he hated dealing with mouthy teenagers with zero work ethic, and—holy fuck, 16-year-old Q was just a repackaged version of Dazai at 15. Chuuya wanted to scream.

“Look,” Chuuya said, trying to level with Q as best as he knew how. “I’ll give you $500 and a PS Vita with three games of your choice if you just sit by the front door and flip locks all night. A monkey could do this.”

“Then hire a monkey to do it.”

“I’m trying.”

Q frowned. “I said it sounds boring and I don’t want to do it. It’s not worth the effort.”

“I’ll give you an extra $100 for every time Dazai gets frustrated and swears.”

They sat up straight, pulling their legs in to sit cross-legged on the bed. “I guess… it doesn’t sound that bad when you put it like that.” Q tapped a finger on their chin thoughtfully, humming a long tone that only got longer the more Chuuya’s foot started involuntarily tapping out of irritation. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But I want one of the new Vita models. None of the crappy older ones. And let me use your Amazon Prime account to order figures.”

Chuuya sighed. “Deal.”

***

Dazai whistled a happy little tune to himself as he walked by the doorman and the person manning the front desk of Chuuya’s apartment building, waving at them. They waved back. All was right in the world.

The elevator ride was the longest part of the job every single time he came here, and he was running fashionably late to his already fashionably late lockpicking session. His lockpick set bounced against his leg in his jacket pocket as he shifted from side to side to stretch out his back for the crouching hell he was about to endure. Soon enough, the elevator slowed to a stop, dinged, and the doors opened.

Chuuya’s apartment was more than one apartment. The hat rack decided years ago that one apartment wasn’t enough for him, so he bought half a floor’s worth of apartments and had it remodeled into one massive living space, complete with multiple bedrooms for guests, an entertainment center, a full library, two different kitchens, more bathrooms than any person with one ass could ever need, and several other luxuries he definitely didn’t need. He liked to throw his fancy executive paycheck around as much as he could, and it was kind of cute.

He also refused to give Dazai a spare key to it, not that it ever stopped him. Eating all of his crackers and leaving crumbs on the couch was part of the experience of their relationship, after all.

The party was clearly a rager from what he could hear from behind the closed door. Surveying the eight deadbolts between him and Chuuya’s home cooking and absurdly expensive alcohol collection, he whipped out his lockpicking set and got to work.

The first bolt gave easily, and the next two weren’t locked. The third was, as was the fourth, but the fifth wasn’t set. The sixth and eighth were, the seventh not. It was easy enough to fiddle with the picks to get them open, and all in all it took less than ten minutes to get through all eight. He stood up, brushed himself off, and then grabbed the handle and turned it.

Or, well, he tried turning it. It didn’t budge.

He stared at his hand, still around the doorknob, and said, “What the fuck.”

***

Senbonzakura faded out and Fukagyaku Replace started up, but Q had their other ear trained on the door. Every time they heard a lock click out of place, they would either lock it back up or lock one of the ones that hadn’t been locked. It was mindless work, but at least they were going to get free food out of it once the party was over on top of the other agreed-upon spoils.

They heard Dazai swear again outside the door and added another tally to their list.

***

Three hours of hosting later, Kouyou was pleasantly tipsy and ready to go home. The consensus among the rest of the guests was much the same, and they all thanked Chuuya in turn as he escorted them to the door, undoing all the locks in one swift motion and letting them out. When the last of them had left, he stood in the threshold and looked down.

On the floor outside the apartment, Dazai sat with his knees to his chest and a pout on his face. It was equal parts hilarious and adorable. Chuuya kicked him with the toe of his house slipper. “Get up, asshole. There’s leftovers.”

“I think I’ll just sit out here until I die of starvation instead,” Dazai replied, the pout infecting even his voice. “Since you clearly don’t want me around. This is a pretty cruel method of torture, even for you.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, you were the torture specialist, Demon Prodigy,” Chuuya said back flatly, kicking Dazai again. “Stop pouting and get in here already and fucking eat something. I’ve gotta get Cinderella back before midnight.”

“I don’t want to now. McDonald’s wouldn’t treat me like this.”

Chuuya snorted, leaning back into the apartment to address Q from where they were still sitting on the stool they had been provided at the start of the party, one earbud in as they played Snake on the shitty Nokia flip phone Mori allowed them to have. “Honor system, but how much do I owe you for this one?”

Q pursed their lips and did some quick mental math. “Well, you said $100 every time he swore, so with the $500 you started with… $2000?”

“I’ll make it $3000 because he’s pouting like a goddamn child.” He pulled out his wallet and selected the appropriate amount of cash before handing it to Q. “Go ahead and grab some food before I take you back to headquarters. You’ve earned it.”

Almost immediately after the words came out of Chuuya’s mouth, Q vacated their seat with enviable speed and scurried over to the spread of leftovers on the dining room table, loading a plate up with everything they could see. With that problem out of the way, it was time to get his stupid manchild of an ex-partner to stop throwing a silent fit on the floor outside his apartment.

He put his hand on the top of Dazai’s hair and gave it an affectionate ruffle he would deny until his last breath. “I made crab. Just the way you like it.”

Dazai looked up at Chuuya, the angle accentuating the way his bottom lip was dramatically sticking out. He sniffed. “I guess if you make it up to me with a romantic dinner I can get over the pain you’ve caused my poor heart.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get in here, stupid.”

***

Q stuffed another bread roll into their mouth, glancing back and forth between Chuuya—his mouth so impressively turned down into a frown it was a wonder his lips hadn’t fallen off yet—and Dazai—currently holding his fork so tight it was threatening to bend in his hand—while chewing. They swallowed. “Are you guys gonna eat?”

“You know, Chuuya,” Dazai said, icicles forming on the words, “when I say ‘romantic dinner,’ it usually means just the two of us.”

“I don’t think they could pick up a hint if you dropped it right at their feet and literally fucking pointed at it, Dazai.”

They took another bite of the roll and chewed slower this time, more deliberately. They were pretty sure there was some kind of tension in the room over something, but knowing Dazai and Chuuya it could easily have been over just about anything under the sun. It wasn’t worth worrying about it, not when there was so much food ready to be eaten. And why would they eat in the living room when there was a perfectly good table begging to be dined on?

Chuuya put his face in his hands and sighed deeply. Dazai’s top lip twitched violently.

After about five minutes of that, Q swallowed, drank half a glass of water, and pointed at Dazai’s plate before saying, “Do you want that or not?”

The fork finally gave out.

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joe-mazzello-archive · 5 years ago

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Agape - Chapter Six

A Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader fic

Rating: 18+

Chapter Six

Warnings: Language, Fluff-ish, Absolutely cheesy writing Word Count: 2600 A/N: Definitely didn’t think I would have time to write this weekend and then I wrote this entire thing on the plane. I appreciate the support on this series so far. Especially since I'm relatively new to the scene. Much thanks! Also I'm not a trained writer by any means so apologies for the amount of cheese when they're filming the final scene.

You and Joe made your way to a bar on Sixth Street, one of Austin's many nightlife spots. You picked a quieter one, one where the two of you wouldn't be bothered too much. You ordered your first round and took a seat at a high top.

"So are you going to explain why we couldn't go to dinner with Leah and Bri?" Joe eventually asked. You took a sip of your cocktail, thinking about your word choice carefully.

"As much as it might have looked like Leah was inviting all of us, she really was only inviting Briana," you replied. Joe gave you a confused look, the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly he understood.

"Ohhhh! Well that explains their weird interaction in the makeup trailer," Joe said, earning a nod from you.

The two of you chit-chatted for a bit, enjoying your drinks and each other's company. Occasionally someone would come over to greet the two of you, sometimes asking for a picture. You obliged, mostly because you were in a particularly good mood still. Your jealousy from earlier had completely dissipated and you had finally confessed your feelings for Joe. Well, to Leah at least. Close enough.

Joe seemed to notice your chipper mood.

"So you're particularly smiley tonight. I take it you're feeling better?" Joe commented.

"Feeling better?" you asked.

"Well it seemed like during the shoot you were getting a bit frustrated," he answered hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid to bring it up. You felt a little embarrassed, wishing that your feelings hadn't affected your work day so much.

"Yeah, I was kind of going through something personal and I brought it to work with me. Luckily I was able to work through it during the break so that I wouldn't hold us up anymore," you admitted, completely beating around the bush. It's not like you were going to tell him the whole truth.

"Anything you want to talk about? As cliche as it is, you know you can talk to me about anything," Joe said with a soft smile. Damn that smile. You felt your cheeks get warm once again, and you prayed he couldn't see them in the low light of the bar.

You thought about what he said. You were so tempted to just blurt it out right in the bar. Just empty out all of your feelings for the redhead sitting across from you. You opened your mouth to speak but stopped yourself. All of those nasty headlines from your last break-up flashed across your vision, reminding you why you shouldn't say anything. You finally spoke.

"Thanks, Joe. I appreciate it. I kind of talked it through with Leah, so I think I'm fine. But I'm glad to know I can go to you about stuff too," you said smoothly.

"Yeah, it's not a problem. I know before this we were just casual friends, but I feel like we've gotten really close over this shoot. I consider you a really close friend and I hope you feel that way, too," Joe admitted. Your blush only grew.

"I consider you a close friend, too," you replied, trying to will the redness in your face away.

"So....last day tomorrow. You ready?" Joe asked. Damn, you honestly had forgotten that the last day of shooting was so soon. You suddenly thought about the fact that soon you would be going home to LA and Joe would be going home to NYC. You felt a twinge of sadness; while you were looking forward to the distance to get rid of your feelings for Joe, you were bummed that you wouldn't be seeing him anymore.

"Yeah, I think so," you answered, trying not to reveal your sadness. "Shit, this shoot went by really fast."

"It really did. But as they always say, time flies when you're having fun filming an indie film," Joe joked. You chuckled.

"Oh, I don't think I’ve ever heard the full phrase before," you countered.

"Yeah, most people don't know that the phrase was originally said about filmmaking," Joe added. You shook your head lovingly. You raised your glass.

"To a great shoot with a great scene partner," you said, a huge smile plastered on your face as you looked into the eyes of the man you had fallen for.

"Here here," he replied, clinking your glass. You each took a sip of your drink.

You didn't stay at the bar too much longer, considering you both had to work the next day. You closed out your tab before heading in the direction of your apartment. Joe insisted he walk you back to your temporary home, which you appreciated. Once you arrived, you resisted the temptation to invite him up to your place. You exchanged goodbye hugs and Joe left your apartment lobby, headed to his own condo.

You slept soundly, only dreaming of Joe and his damn smile.

The next day arrived and you made your way to the set, a mix of emotions swimming through your head. You were a bit sad that you were going to have to say goodbye to the project as you had made really strong connections with the cast and crew. Plus you were bummed to say goodbye to the character of Ruby, who had become your favorite character you've ever played. You were also a mix of nervous and excited to film the final scene, hoping that the chemistry that you had developed with Joe would be evident as your characters realized they were in love.

You arrived at your trailer to drop off your purse when you noticed a folder on the table with a sticky note attached.

Last minute rewrite. -Julia

You opened the folder to find a rewritten version of the final page of the script. You sighed, hoping there weren't too many changes, as you had worked through the original several times. You skimmed the page, looking for any major differences. Your eyes landed on the final parenthetical.

The pair sit motionless for a few moments. Ruby turns to look at Desmond; she is feeling the strongest feelings she has ever felt in her entire life. Desmond mirrors Ruby, almost telepathically telling her that he is right there with her, flooding with emotions.

You cocked your head. Nothing had changed so far. You continued to read.

Silently, Ruby reaches up to cradle Desmond's face. Desmond reaches up and gently caresses Ruby's face. The two bring their foreheads together and close their eyes, paralleling the moment Desmond found Ruby at her weakest. They pull away slightly, looking right into each other's eyes. A tear runs down Ruby's face. Desmond gently wipes it away, just as before. After a few seconds of this, their lips connect. It is the most passionate, loving kiss we've ever seen. The two pull away, overwhelmed with emotions.

-RUBY: It's you.

Desmond smiles and nods.

-DESMOND: It's you.

Silently, Ruby shifts and tucks herself into Desmond's side, his arm instinctively coming up behind her to pull her in closer. They move as one, settling as close to each other as they can. Their attentions turn back to the television. Tears continue to stream down Ruby's face and she can't help but smile. She has found her true, unconditional love. Fade to black.

You're dumbfounded as you finish reading the paragraph. Before you have time to react, your phone buzzes.

Did you see the rewrite?

Joe. You had to kiss Joe. And not just any kiss. The "most passionate, loving kiss" the audience has ever seen. Normally this wouldn't phase you. You have had your fair share of on-screen kisses before. It was all part of the job. But this was different. This kiss was between you and the man you have been pining over for almost two months.

Yep, just read it.

You sat down on the couch, feeling almost dizzy.

I ran into Julia, she said that she was inspired by our performance in the pills scene. Specifically the part with our foreheads.

You almost laughed. Your performance in that scene was good enough for Julia to rewrite the final shots of the movie. So in turn, this was your own damn fault.

It was powerful stuff. I guess we're just that good.

His response was almost instantaneous.

I told you. Look out for those award noms, ma'am.

This time you actually laughed, shaking your head. Before you could come up with a clever retort, your phone buzzed again.

Want to rehearse it?

Your heart started beating even faster. You were conflicted. On one hand, you found rehearsing with Joe brought out the best performances from both of you. But on the other hand you were still processing the fact that you were going to have to passionately kiss him. You caught sight of the time and realized you were due in the makeup trailer.

Gotta head in for makeup. Maybe we can sneak one in after?

Sure. If not, no worries, I know we'll nail it without a rehearsal anyway.

After finishing in the makeup trailer, you made your way to the apartment set. The food containers and beer bottles were absent this time, since by this point in the film, Ruby has worked through a lot of her self-hatred with the help of Desmond.

You found Joe stretched out on the apartment couch, absentmindedly tapping away at his phone. Once he noticed you, he immediately adjusted to make room for you on the couch. You found yourself more nervous than normal, your heart beating a mile a minute as you took a seat next to Joe. Julia scurried over to the two of you, a huge grin on her face.

"Alright my lovelies. Are you ready?" she asked. You each nodded, both apparently at a loss for words.

You began to work through the beginning of the scene. Ruby and Desmond were seeking solace with each other, Desmond coming off a break-up scene with Talia and Ruby coming off an intense scene between her and her grandparents. The two characters always seemed to find each other in their times of need.

"Talia never loved you. And Dez, you never loved her either. Love doesn't look like that. Not the kind that matters. The kind that stops your heart cold. The true, everlasting love," you pleaded.

"How am I supposed to know when it's that kind of love?" Joe asked, dejected.

"You just know."

And just like that, you had reached the final page of the script.

You stared forward, your heart feeling like it was going to beat out of your chest. After a few moments you turned to look at Joe, overcome with just how strongly you felt for him. He turned to look back at you, his hazel eyes piercing into your soul. You had never seen Joe look at you like that and your breath caught in your throat. You took in the man in front of you, every beautiful feature. Your chest swelled and your stomach fluttered.

You weren't even acting anymore. You were absolutely, ridiculously, completely in love with Joseph Francis Mazzello.

You reached up to cradle his face, just as the script had said. His face had a bit of scruff, and you softly caressed the stubble. His hand reached up and mirrored your action. You leaned into the touch a bit, a soft smile on your face. The two of you slowly moved closer until your foreheads rested against each other. You closed your eyes, taking in Joe's familiar scent, bringing a bit of comfort. You were overwhelmed with feelings again, and the tears easily came. You were so happy to be where you were. You almost didn't care that it was all pretend. You were doing what you loved, telling a story. And you were doing it with a man you loved.

When you pulled away slightly, you made eye contact with Joe. You could stare into his eyes forever. He gently wiped away a tear, a smile appearing on his face. And then you both moved closer.

Your lips touched and suddenly you were kissing him.

Fireworks exploded inside of you. His lips were soft against yours and his fingers slid into your hair as he pulled you even closer. You kissed him hard with every feeling and emotion you had. He kissed you just as hard, massaging your lips with his.

While it was only seconds in real life, it felt like you were kissing him for hours. When you finally pulled away, you were breathless. Joe's eyes were sparkling and his smile returned. You smiled back before speaking.

"It's you." You were surprised with how soft your voice sounded. Joe ran his fingers through your hair again.

"It's you."

After a few seconds, you shifted to cuddle into his side. His arm snaked behind you and he pulled you tight against him. Your head settled against his chest. His hand ran up and down your arm, and you immediately relaxed at the gesture. You felt warm, safe, and happy. One last tear fell as you sighed deeply.

"CUT!" And just like that, the spell was broken. "Amazing work, you two! Let's reset and do it again in a few minutes!"

Joe still hadn't let go of you. And you weren't protesting. Especially since you knew it would be a few minutes until they were ready to start rolling again. You savored the moment, never wanting him to let you go. Neither of you spoke or moved. You debated saying something. As much as you wanted to stay there forever, you wanted to ask why he hadn't let you go yet. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Joe didn't release you from his embrace until the makeup artist appeared to touch you both up.

You did the scene a few more times. Each kiss was just as powerful as the first. Julia sang down praises endlessly, only offering small tweaks for each take. And after a few more takes, Julia gathered everyone around. You stood by Joe, who still hadn't spoken outside of his lines.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that is officially a wrap on Agape!" The entire crowd applauded as Julia continued her speech. She thanked the crew for their hard work and patience throughout the shoot. And then she turned to you and Joe.

"And a huge thank you to my two stars, who took two characters who are close to my heart and brought them to life. They put everything into their performances and I'm so thankful for them." The crowd cheered and clapped for the two of you this time. You thanked them all and thanked Julia for giving you the opportunity.

"Thanks again everyone, and we will see all of you tonight at the wrap party!" Julia shouted over the crowd.

The wrap party. Your last hoorah with the group before heading home.

You felt a hand land on the small of your back. You turned to find Joe.

"You're going to the party, right?" he asked, his face unreadable.

"Of course. How else am I going to sing drunken karaoke with you?" you replied, grinning like an idiot. Joe's face lit up and he shot a fist through the air.

"YES! Oh this is totally happening. And I'm not letting you back out this time!" Joe countered, pointing right at you while he walked in the direction of his trailer.

"I won't, I promise," you said with a giggle, already thinking about what song you were gonna sing with him.

#joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello #joemazzmatazz

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golbrocklovely · 6 years ago

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only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter two: ain’t it fun

A/N: let me know what you think of the story so far :)

description of the story here

trigger warning: swearing, drinking, douchey guy, graphic language, light physical fighting (no blood or anything)

word count: 2589

During the car ride, I stayed silent. Corey and Casey are two of the most outgoing people I had ever met, and my introverted ass couldn't really jump in and say anything. Not that I minded, to be honest. I was kind of pissed at Casey.

How could she not tell that Corey Scherer was her best friend?

She knew that I watched him and all of the Trap House guys, and yet never mentioned he was her friend. I was conflicted... I thought we were close but maybe we weren't.

"So, Skye, what do you do for a living?" Corey asked, looking at me through his review mirror.

"Oh... I work in retail at the moment. I also do youtube on the side." I shrugged.

"Same here." He laughed.

"Yeah, me and Skye watch you all the time. Along with all your room mates." Casey replied, giggling.

"Are you a fan?" Corey questioned, smiling.

I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable. "I guess you could say that. I do love your content."

He nodded. "Aw thanks. What type of stuff do you make?"

"She does amazing covers. She is seriously one of the best singers I know." Casey said, jumping in.

"You can sing? That's cool." Corey beamed.

Casey chuckled, "No seriously, she is really good. I mean, she did study musical theater in college so she better be at least somewhat good."

"Oh that's sick." Corey cheered.

While Corey and Casey went back to catching up, I looked out the window, watching the houses we passed. Everything was white and pristine. The lawns were mowed to perfection. Every so often there would be a person walking a dog.

The car came to a stop as Corey pulled into the driveway of the house we were staying at. He turned the car off and popped the trunk. All three of us slowly got out of the car. Corey helped us bring our luggage inside the house.

The house was simple but beautiful. Everything looked new: the furniture, carpets, curtains, every little detail.

Man her uncle must be really rich.

"It was good seeing you again, Casey. I gotta go pick up Devyn from the gym and then we're gonna go get something to eat. I'll see you tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Skye!" Corey said, giving Casey a quick hug and leaving.

Casey and I waved bye, watching Corey pull out of the driveway. Then she shut the door.

"Okay... what the fuck Casey?" I demanded.

"Alright, I know I have to explain myself. I'm sorry I never told you about Corey." She apologized, grabbing her luggage and starting to bring it to her room.

"I think you need to explain a little bit further." I crossed my arms, annoyed.

She sighed, putting her bag on her bed. "Look, back before Corey blew up on Vine, we were friends. I was even in one or two of his Vines. Because of this, when he got a following, immediately people pretended to be my friend just to get to him. Then he moved, and we remained friends, but I never told anyone I was friends with him. Then I went college and I met you. One day you brought up the Trap House and I thought 'shit she knows' but you never asked about him. Then you told me how you never followed Vine back when it was alive and that you only knew of them because of youtube. So I was in the clear..."

"I thought you trusted me a little more than that..." I muttered, looking down at the floor.

"I do trust you. I wouldn't have traveled across the country with someone I didn't trust. I just wasn't sure how to bring up the fact that I'm friends with people you stan. It would be like me telling you I'm related to the Jonas Brothers." She joked.

I looked up abruptly, "You aren't, are you? Because you know I love them."

"No I'm not." She laughed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just wasn't sure how I could tell you. Besides, seeing the look on your face when you saw Corey was kinda hilarious."

"You know what's more hilarious? Me punching you directly in the throat." I hissed jokingly.

"You're all talk." She retorted, throwing a shirt at me.

I threw the shirt back. "I wouldn't be so sure about it."

"Well, let me make it up to you. Tonight, let's go out clubbing and I'll buy you alcohol." She smiled.

"You're only suggesting that because I don't drink that much, you fucking cheapskate." I laughed.

She nodded her head, "Yes. However, I do have another gift for you."

"Oh goodie." I clapped my hands mockingly.

"How do you feel about meeting the Trap House tomorrow?" She asked, smirking.

I gulped, "What?"

"Corey and I were talking about hanging out tomorrow. He told me all the guys are gonna be home and I figured I could catch up with him and all of them. They haven't seen me in like a year or so." She said.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered, looking around her room.

"They all know about you." She replied.

I turned to her, wide eye, "I'm sorry, what?!"

"You know how during the summer I go home to Florida? Well sometimes I come out here instead and hang out with Corey and everyone in the Trap House. The last time I was out here I told them all about you. How you're my best friend and how amazing of a singer you are and also how you're a fan of them." She smiled brightly.

"Did you... go into detail of how much of a fan I am?" I questioned.

She turned her head to the side, "Like?"

"Like how I have a fan account? Like how I have all of their post notifications on and I follow them on literally every social media platform?" I stated.

She shook her head, "No. I just said you were a fan. That's it."

I sighed in relief, "Thank God."

"So... does that mean you're gonna hang out with me and the boys tomorrow?" She asked beaming.

Take chances, right?

"Sure. I guess so." I rolled my eyes.

"Yay! Honestly, you're gonna love them. Well, you're gonna love them more than you already do. They are seriously some of the nicest dudes you'll ever meet." She stopped in her tracks, gasping, "Oh my God, maybe you can get with one of them!"

"Everyone in the house has a girlfriend besides Colby." I said, confused.

"You're right. But... weirder things have happened." She replied, putting her clothes in the closet.

/ / / /

"Casey! Come on! Our uber's gonna be here in like two minutes." I yelled, filling up a cup with soda and vodka.

"I'm coming ya loud hoe!" Casey screamed, running into the kitchen. She grabbed the cup from my hands and took a swig of my cocktail.

I grumbled, "It's a little hard to be a hoe when no guy wants to fuck you." I snatched the cup from her hands, "Also make your own."

"There are plenty of guys that want to fuck you, Skye. It's just most of them are gross and don't deserve a text back, let alone seeing you naked." She replied.

"I think you're thinking of yourself. If you find a guy that wants me, feel free to send him my way." I rolled my eyes. I placed my cup down on the counter, grabbed my purse and headed towards the front door.

"Well if you want to attract a guy, maybe don't wear jeans to the club." She smirked, downing the rest of my drink.

I looked down at my outfit: a low-cut top, jeans, and platform boots. This was an average outfit for me.

I sighed, "Look my dude, I didn't feel like getting dressed up. Besides I haven't unpacked yet and this outfit was on top."

"We've been here for seven hours, why haven't you unpacked?" She asked, shutting and locking the front door behind her.

"I'll do it when we get home, mom." I mocked, turning to look at her. She raised her middle finger towards me. I blew her a kiss.

/ / / /

"It surprisingly busy for a Sunday night!" I yelled, getting close to Casey's ear.

The club 'Roses' was packed tonight. I asked Casey how she even knew of this place, telling me it's where her and Corey go every time she's in LA. Apparently this is also the go-to spot if you want to see D-Listers and influencers all in the same tiny place.

The whole place smelled like shitty cologne, tequila, sweat, and poor life choices.

I was home.

"Let's just try to get a drink! I need one!" She yelled back, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bar.

When we got there, we ordered our drinks. First, shots. Two each. Then a cocktail.

"I'm surprised you're letting me drink more than one tonight, you know, since you're paying." I stated, elbowing her lightly.

"We're only in California once, why not live it up a bit? Besides you won't have more than three drinks, four tops." She shrugged.

I raised my eyebrow, "How do you know that? Maybe I'll surprise you and have FIVE tonight."

She rolled her eyes. The bartender came up to us.

"That guy over there ordered you these." He said, pointing at the other end of the bar.

We both looked over to see a tall blonde hair guy. He was buff, wearing only a muscle shirt and tight black jeans. He had one sleeve of tattoos. He smiled, nodding over at us. He disappeared into the crowd, coming over.

One guess as to who he was going to talk to first.

"Sup ladies, my name's Mark. It's nice to meet ya!" Mark said, eyeing Casey.

"Hey. Thanks for the drink by the way." Casey replied, smiling.

"No problem. What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes but jumped in before Casey could speak. "I'm Christina, and she's Emily."

We both made a pack many years ago that if we weren't comfortable around a guy, the easiest way to let each other know was to change our names. It was subtle, but efficient; especially when you're drunk.

Why was I uncomfortable with this guy? Who knows.

"Nice. Why don't you come dance with me?" He requested, grabbing Casey's hand.

Casey turned to me, "Are you good, Christina?"

I nodded my head. She winked at me, slowly being pulled onto the dance floor. I looked back at the two shots Mark ordered for us. I downed both.

Haha, jokes on you Casey. I have gone over my limit.

Bitch...

/ / / /

After scrolling through my phone for the nth time, I looked at the dance floor, trying to find Casey. I spotted her; she had her phone in one hand and her drink in the other. She was also grinding lazily against Mark.

Ew.

I looked back at my phone, checking the time. Suddenly, a text popped up.

Casey: plz come ovr nd get ths douche away frm me

I looked up at her, seeing her stare at me. I nodded my head, finishing my sixth drink tonight, and started walking over to her.

Time to use my theater degree for something.

"Oh my God Christinaaa let's goooo home I'm tired." I whined, bumping into Casey 'drunkenly'.

Casey turned towards Mark. "Hey I'm really sorry but I gotta get my friend home now."

"What why? Can't she call an uber herself? I thought we were having fun." Mark groaned.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, but I want to make sure she's okay getting home. Don't need her to fall into the wrong hands."

"Okay I guess. Wait... isn't your name Emily?" He questioned.

I looked at Casey, she looked at me. I grabbed her hand and we ran outside.

"Shit, how did you forget my fake name?" She hissed, throwing my hand off hers.

"I'm sorry I forgot your fake name, I'll make sure to remember it next time." I grunted, rolling my eyes. I grabbed my phone, clicked the uber app, and called one. "What was the problem with Marky-Mark back there anyway?"

"Well for one thing, he smelled like Axe body spray and I immediately felt like I was back in high school grinding on a dude during prom. Also, I really can't understand how he was out of rhythm when I was the one doing all the work." She explained.

"I had a feeling he was gonna be douchey. However, being a bad dancer and smelling weird doesn't make him a shitty person." I quipped.

Casey's eyes widen. I scrunched my face, confused. Turning around, I saw the reason for her shocked expression: Mark. Standing right behind me, with a beer bottle in hand.

"So... you're not that drunk anymore. Maybe now Emily, or Christina, or whatever the fuck your name is can come back inside and dance with me some more." Mark sneered, reaching for Casey.

I jumped in front of his hand, "Look dude, I understand you want to keep hanging out with my friend, but she doesn't want to hang with you anymore. The both of us... don't want her hanging with you anymore. So, we're just gonna go home and you can go find some other girl to party with."

"You know bitch, you keep cock-blocking me and I'm getting real tired of it." He shouted, getting in my face.

"Fucker it ain't cock-blocking if you were never gonna get fucked to begin with. Also, calling me a bitch really isn't helping your case." I replied, stepping up to him.

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever, slut." He started to walk away.

I grabbed my chest, mockingly, "Ow, you hurt me."

He stopped, turn back towards me, reached out, and poured his beer down the center of my shirt.

"Look: two wet bitches for me!" He bellowed, smiling.

All I saw was red. This motherfucker is about to lose his balls. But as I was rearing up to go Tonya Harding on him, the bouncer grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, smashing the beer bottle on Mark's hand in the process.

"What the fuck?!" Marked yelled, trying to get out of the bouncer's grip.

Casey started pulling my arm. I looked to see our uber pull up. I looked at Mark, flipped him off, and jumped into the car.

After a silent, uncomfortably wet, 20-minute drive, we finally got home.

I sighed, stepping into the house. I immediately took my shirt off, walking into the kitchen.

"Woah, I didn't know coming home with you would get me a free show." Casey joked, dropping her body onto the couch.

I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. I placed one down on the coffee table in front of Casey.

"I feel like buying you two drinks isn't sufficient enough for the bs that we went through tonight so... how about tomorrow I buy you dinner?" She said, smiling sweetly.

I took a long swig of my water. "Yeah that sounds fine. I would also appreciate it if you could steer clear of douche bags for the rest of the trip, for the sake of my sanity and wardrobe."

"I can't make any promises, but I will do my best." She replied, scrunching her nose.

<< CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 3 >>

#colby brock #corey scherer #colby brock x oc #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock fluff #colby brock story #colby brock fic #only the lonely survive

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explosionsstimsandtech · 5 years ago

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The Things You Mess Up And Wish You Could Get Back ||Octavio About Love||

||Welcome, Octavio Silva, you are now streaming. Say hello!||

The beat rolled through as Octavio set up his camera, watching it spark to life with his face close, and he grinned, dropping back into the familiar room, the bean bag chair aside, this stream the stand up kind of gig, turning and throwing his arms up.

“Another stream! Get your questions in quick, Amigo’s!” he cheered and took a swig of his cocktail, moving in his spot by the table to the beat that he had been working on, the lyrics yet to be added.

Everyone knew the little speed devil was getting into music, getting a little more excited every weekly stream about it, showing little snippets, sometimes even singing on Stream if he feels like it.

He saw the flood of praise for him and he grins, pulling his hands to his mouth, making an exaggerated kissing sound as he threw his hands forward.

“Love ya too, amigos. And, the vote is in, we have our theme!” he grinned as he saw the bot chime, throwing up the question at the bottom for them all to see, the system having been upgraded thanks to Wrench.

“Alright. MirokuCaptain asks; Hey Oct, have you been in a relationship and messed things up. I tried to be open and my anxiety made me say something dumb. I’m worried I’m gonna lose them and I’m scared. They are my whole world but I just keep messing up.” the smile sort of falls for a moment as he takes this ask in, nodding slowly as he takes a swig of his cocktail to think.

“Well sorry to hear that amigo. Anxiety is a bitch. Makes you run your mouth before you have a chance to register the thought, right?” he smiled, leaning against the bench in thought.

“Honestly? Yeah. Been in a few places where thinking was kind of important. Tried to comfort people, then they got too real too quick and I flaked. I got snappy and grumpy because they weren’t listening and said some shit I didn’t mean.” he popped open a bottle of rum and looked to it, then took a swig, recoiling as always.

“I wish I could fix it, make it better. But sometimes you gotta let them relax, settle in and realise you were only trying to help. When you’re with someone who is equally as broken as you, it’s hard. Take Wrench for example. Before us, he was beaten by his parents. He left us to be a part of something great, and returned when his friends were all murdered in cold blood.” he set the bottle down and ran a hand through his hair.

“I tried to help him, but he was having none of it, so I got a little snippy, said something dumb, and I thought I lost a brother that day. But, almost a month later, he comes back, I apologise and tell him what I was trying to say, and we hugged it out after a split lip and black eye exchange, and we’re relatively fine now. But we know our limit with each other now, know when to step back, cool off and return after. It’s a learned behaviour.” he explained then sighed.

“See, when you’re in a relationship its harder still. Because you both want to be raw, open, loving and trusting, but your past makes it so damn hard to do it. I fall in love hard, I love like I live; fast and wild, but I also can slow down, take it easy. It’s just, the slow makes me panic, and I hate it, because there is nothing to fear with that.” he sighed and bit his lip, looking to his set up.

“I.... I actually wrote two songs lately... Got all the music, background vocals... I can give you a preview of the work.” he watched the chat blow up and he smiled. “If ya ever feel like you messed up, or you’re scared you lost something, just play this to them.” the music rolled through, he shifted as he took a few calming breaths and sang.

We got our eyes wide open and feeling like we are almost there Words unspoken disappearing in the air All I see is you and I You're the only lifeline, that I need tonight I'm letting go

He moved around the room, a bounce to his motions as he sang, feeling the tears in his eyes he ignored it, putting his heart out there for all to see as he sang something close to him. It wasn’t the first song he wanted to put out there, but it was the one he found home with.

He wondered for a brief moment if the inspiration for the song would hear this, would see him in his room singing to a camera, or if they have already cut him out for good.

Loud explosions only you and I can hear Doors fly open, you're the cure for all my fears All I see is you and I You're the only lifeline, that I need tonight I'm letting go

His eyes flew open, locking onto the camera as he smiled, knowing no matter their choice, he was going to keep living, because dying wouldn’t be what they wanted.

Right here and now feels like forever Never touch the ground when we're together Right here and now feels like forever, forever, forever, forever

He begun to jump, bouncing where he was as the music pulsed around him, the sound rolling through his body as he grinned, feeling like his heart was open wide and loving it.

When the song finished he laughed, doing a bow, his eyes flicking back up to see the chat zipping by, slow mode being turned on to bring it back to earth. He grinned as he watched it all.

“It doesn’t matter what happens in the moment, it’s about the whole picture. Never lose sight of that. They will come around, and if not? Keep on living your life. It’s hard, it fucking sucks, but if you truly loved them, then you won’t die because of them, but rather, live on in honour of what you had. Trust in me, time is all you will need. And if you need a lifeline, let me be that for you, until you get on your own two feet and can run on your own.” he grinned, the voice he used for singing so different to the heavy accent he bore usually.

It wasn’t unusual to hear, on a previous stream he had loved doing voices and impersonations, showing off his ability to hide that tone he was born with. But he poured a drink, holding it up towards the camera.

“Here’s to this moment, right here, right now. I love you all, and don’t ever want to lose any of you.” he raised his glass as if to knock theirs then threw the shot back. “Our stream is over, love you all and keep your eyes open for the next one! Stay strong, amigos, and remember. Non terra plus ultra! Push past the limits and just do it!” he grinned as he leaned forward, winking to the camera as he turned the stream off.

#the mun #he writes #Octavio's Now Streaming - Stream Logs

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waveridden · 6 years ago

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FIC: eyes closed, eyes low

Bacta gets shotgun because Tryst is driving, which means that Bacta is the go-to navigator. It also, conveniently, means that Leenik and Aava are sitting in the back, and that Bacta and Aava won’t have to sit next to each other. (Campaign road trip AU, 1.9k)

AUcember || title lyric || read on ao3

Los Angeles, California:

“No,” Bacta says. “Absolutely not.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Tryst says cheerfully from the driver’s seat. “Your options are to get in the car or to buy a last minute plane ticket from LA to Seattle, and all of us know what you’re going to do.”

“It’s going to be fun,” Leenik adds, with lethal amounts of blind optimism. Or maybe it’s completely knowing, completely forced optimism. It’s hard to tell with him sometimes.

Aava, from the backseat, isn’t looking at Bacta. “You could’ve warned us,” she says, voice tight. It’s not often that Bacta has a conversation with her where she isn’t upset about something or other - upset with him, normally - but this on seems different. He doesn’t know that he’s ever seen her upset with Leenik or Tryst.

“We didn’t have a lot of choices. We actually still don’t.” Tryst looks at Bacta, eyes wide. “I’ll let you sit shotgun for this leg.”

He says it like it’s not a given. Bacta gets shotgun because Tryst is driving, which means that Bacta is the go-to navigator. It also, conveniently, means that Leenik and Aava are sitting in the back, and that Bacta and Aava won’t have to sit next to each other. He has to hand it to Tryst and Leenik: they clearly planned this out.

Leenik leans out the window. “Come on,” he says cajolingly, the way he talks to Tony. “We gotta go! You know you want to get in the car.”

Bacta sighs. “If it weren’t Grizelle’s wedding-”

“Then neither of us would be here,” Aava finishes. She almost sounds bored, but she’s still looking out the window away from Bacta, and where her arms are folded, her nails are digging into her elbows. “Get in the fucking car. We have a schedule to keep.”

Bacta knows they have a schedule to keep. Bacta made the fucking schedule. Bacta figured out the best route for a three-man road trip from Los Angeles to Seattle, because Grizelle and Lyn want to live where the hipsters live. Bacta has been looking forward to spending a few days with just Tryst and Leenik. He wouldn’t want Aava there under ordinary circumstances, but these circumstances are extraordinary.

“Fine,” Bacta practically spits out, and gets in the fucking car.

Central California:

It turns out that Leenik and Tryst adjusted Bacta’s carefully-coordinated driving schedule, complete with rest stops and plans for taking turns, so that Aava gets turns driving. He can’t decide if he’s furious or impressed, so he settles for not saying anything at all.

Aava takes the second shift driving, and she does so with grace and with silence. Tryst plays the music, because he has very specific taste in driving music and none of the rest of them care half as much as he does. Bacta spends the whole time debating furiously if he wants to text Lyn and complain. Lyn is one of his closest friends, and she’s not fond of Aava either, but she is marrying Aava’s sister. That probably matters for… something.

Leenik pokes Bacta’s shoulder in the middle of an endless, horrible stretch of desert. “Are you still mad?”

“Am I still mad?” Bacta repeats. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because it’s not fun when you’re mad,” Leenik says plainly. “I know fun isn’t the whole point of this trip, but it’s at least part of it, and it’s not a good time if you’re mad.”

“I’m still mad,” Aava offers from the driver’s seat. Bacta goes to toss her a reflexive glare before realizing that that’s almost definitely going to upset Leenik, so he gets that under control with a monumental effort.

“You’re always mad,” Leenik answers. This is the kind of thing that would get Bacta killed if he said it to Aava, but she just glances at Leenik in the rearview mirror and smiles. Which Bacta shouldn’t be surprised by, but he still somehow is.

Bacta and Aava have never gotten along. It’s just one of those things. Some people click, like Bacta and Grizelle, and they’re still friends even years after Grizelle moved to Seattle. And some people do the opposite of click, and that’s Bacta and Aava. They’ve never been able to be civil with each other, not for lack of trying. Which is difficult, because Aava gets along so well with all the rest of Bacta’s friends. He wants to like her. He wishes he could like her.

“I think Bacta’s mad,” Aava says. Not maliciously. Just casually.

Bacta does not like Aava.

“I’m thrown off balance,” he answers carefully. Leenik is giving him the absolute worst hangdog look that he has ever seen, and it’s horrible, and he feels guilty. Maybe irrationally. “Not mad.”

“Not mad?” Leenik repeats hopefully.

“No,” Bacta says, and he’s really not sure if he’s lying or not. “Not mad.”

Redding, California:

Tryst and Leenik, thankfully, thought far enough ahead that they have two hotel rooms waiting for them. That really should’ve been a tip-off, in retrospect, but Bacta had assumed that it was just Leenik being Leenik. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was being conned or led on or anything like that. And, even more thankfully, Bacta is with Tryst for the night.

As soon as they reach their hotel room, Tryst looks at Bacta accusingly. “Would it kill you to be nice to her for once?”

“I am being nice to her!”

“You’re not biting her head off. Barely.”

“That’s nicer than she deserves!”

Tryst’s eyes sharpen. “Bacta.”

Bacta bites back a sigh. For all that he and Aava don’t get along, it’s easy to forget that she and Tryst are really, incredibly close. It’s not just all the sex they have, which Bacta has unfortunately heard all about. It’s something about the way they are as people that means they get along easily. And Bacta might not get along with Aava, but he’s not about to give Tryst shit for having a relationship with her.

“I will try to make polite conversation tomorrow,” Bacta says, which is a blatant and obvious lie that Tryst believes immediately. Bacta doesn’t even feel bad, he’s just relieved that Tryst isn’t questioning him at all.

“Thank you,” Tryst says. “Jesus, was that so hard?”

“Yes,” Bacta says, but he gives up as soon as Tryst glares at him. “I don’t have to like her.”

“You just have to tolerate her. And you’re not.”

Bacta doesn’t bother explaining any of the reasons he doesn’t like Aava, of which there are many. He just nods. “Can we sleep now?”

“Yes, we can sleep now,” Tryst says. “God, what did you think we stopped in the hotel for?”

“For you to yell at me about Aava.”

“That was a convenient side effect more than anything.”

“Convenient for who?”

“Shut up and sleep,” Tryst says, which might be as close as he gets to telling Bacta to take care of himself. Bacta decides to take it that way, at least.

Oregon:

Tryst and Leenik, who are traitors to the cause, call dibs on the backseat after lunch, and fall asleep immediately. And it’s horrible.

Well, it’s fine at first, because Bacta is driving. It’s an easy drive from LA to Seattle: a straight shot up the I-5, only stopping once, plenty of opportunities if they get bored and decide to stop at a beach or something. It was supposed to be a fun trip.

The problem comes about twenty minutes after Bacta realizes the boys are asleep, when Aava says conversationally, “I’d like to clear the air, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Bacta lifts his eyebrows. “Wasn’t aware there was much air to clear.”

“Well, let me start by making my expectations clear. I don’t plan on leaving this conversation your new best friend.”

“I’m not in the market for-”

“Stop trying to one-up me and listen, please,” Aava says, voice clipped.

Bacta sighs. He promised Tryst polite conversation. He can manage a little polite conversation. “What do you want?”

“I want a truce for as long as it takes my sister and your best friend to get married.”

“And how do we define a truce?”

“We don’t talk to each other.”

“That’s what we’re doing already, and it doesn’t feel particularly like a truce.’

“And,” Aava continues patiently, “we don’t complain about each other for the weekend. In private or in public. We are going to act like two perfectly civil, perfectly polite strangers at a cocktail party. So you’re not going to tell anyone that I’m a she-witch or that you hate me or anything like that.”

“And you’re not going to make pointed comments about how much time I spend with Tamlin.” He chances a look over at her, and he’s totally not surprised to see her clenching her jaw. “I am allowed to get along with the kid.”

“He’s not your nephew,” she says tightly.

“Why does that matter so much to you?”

“Because he’s family. He’s my family.”

Bacta snorts. “Right, because we both know that blood is the be-all end-all of family” He checks the rearview mirror. Tryst and Leenik are still fast asleep, Tryst slumped against the window and Leenik slumped against Tryst’s shoulder.

When he looks at Aava again, she’s looking over her shoulder at Tryst and Leenik, eyes soft and face unreadable. “You’d think we’d be able to get it together for them,” she says softly, and Bacta’s heart clenches. He’s had the same thought hundreds of times. He wishes that Tryst and Leenik didn’t have to put up with two of their best friends hating each other.

He takes a deep breath. “I think the truce for the weekend is a good idea. This is Lyn and Grizelle’s weekend, we can’t take anything away from that.”

Aava leans back in her seat, settling in. “I think we have the same priorities here. It’s just a matter of actually following through.”

“I’m going to follow through. But not for you.”

“And I’m not doing this for you,” she agrees. “You know that.”

“I know that,” Bacta echoes. He looks in the mirror again, just to see Tryst and Leenik. They’re his family, more than any of his brothers or cousins. He can put up with someone he doesn’t like for their sake. He has to. “Do you want to… put on music or something?”

“Yes,” Aava says, sounding desperate. “Yes, Christ, I am so tired of Tryst’s fucking music and I don’t know how to tell him that.”

“Here’s the secret,” Bacta says. “You don’t tell him, because then he whines and you have to put up with that.”

“Worth it,” Aava says grimly, and Bacta has to stop himself from laughing. It’s easier to get along with her when he remembers what they have in common. Or, really, who they have in common.

Seattle, Washington:

Lyn pulls Bacta into a tight hug as soon as he’s out of the car. He squeezes back, because he fucking missed her. “Hi,” he whispers into her ear.

“Hi yourself,” she laughs, breath warm against the side of his face. “Survived in one piece? No casualties?”

Despite himself, he looks over at where he can see Aava and Grizelle hugging, just as tightly. Aava looks more at peace than Bacta has ever seen her.

“No casualties, believe it or not,” Bacta says, and Lyn laughs again, and he grins at the sound. “We all made it okay.”

“Good,” Lyn says warmly. “We’re glad you’re all here.”

“I’m glad we’re all here too,” Bacta says, and he’s surprised by how completely he means it.

#campaign podcast #campaign star wars #campaign #campaign fic #aucember18 #waveridden.fic #this whole month is highkey just me exploring the weird relationships in campaign and it's a VERY good time

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 6 years ago

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Hi, would it possible, I don’t know if you’ve done this prompt, to get like a cute ficlet for Kali & Nancy (like them in a relationship) on a double date with Steve & Jonathan?

kalancy + stonathan being friends is my jam and all i can think of is the cliche trope that Nancy & Steve are “dating” and Kali & Jonathan are “dating” so they can protect each other. They have a double date where Jonathan & Steve are sitting together in one booth & across the table is Kali & Nancy & everyone thinks it’s boy/girl pairing but in reality Jonathan keeps grabbing Steve’s hand under the table and Kali has her hand on Nancy’s thigh

I’m combining these two asks, plus a conversation I had with @lesbxdyke for this little fic. If you wanna read on ao3, otherwise read below!

Jonathan and Kali are already sitting at the back booth when Steve and Nancy walk in. Nancy looks good, Kali thinks, she always looks good. Her short hair up in a pink scrunchie, wearing a white sweater and light wash jeans. Kali wishes she could do nothing more than wrap her arms around Nancy’s slim waist and kiss her senseless. But they’re in public. So she just stands up and waves, and gives Steve, her “boyfriend” a hug. He kisses her cheek. He looks good, hair perfectly styled, in what she knows is one of Jonathan’s sweatshirts because the arms are entirely too long for him. Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy is hugging Jonathan, and she kisses his cheek softly. Kali wonders if she’s wearing her favorite watermelon lip gloss tonight.

Finally the “couples” sit down, and Kali’s hand is on Nancy’s thigh before she can even pick up the menu. Nancy giggles at that, and turns to look at Kali, biting her lip. Nancy is beautiful. Her eyelashes are long and black, her eyeliner thin and precise and perfect. She’s got blush high on her cheeks and just a dab of pink gloss on her lips. Kali wants to count her freckles.

“What are you looking at?” Kali asks quietly.

“Something beautiful.”

Kali squeezes her thigh and turns back to her menu. Steve and Jonathan’s voices are getting higher and higher because Steve keeps arguing that Jonathan should order cheese fries so Steve can have them.

“Why don’t you order cheese fries?” Asks Jonathan.

“Because I want onion rings,” Steve says whiningly.

“Well you’re just gonna have to choose,” says Jonathan.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” he mumbles under his breath turning back to the menu.

The girls laugh at him, and decide what they want and it’s not long before the waitress comes up to them,

“What can I get you guys?” She asks, with a snap of her gum.

Kali orders the double bacon cheeseburger, with well done fries, or Nancy will eat them all, and an extra pickle, for Nancy. Nancy orders a chocolate milkshake and a grilled cheese. When it’s Steve’s turn, her poutily orders a mushroom and swiss burger with onion rings, and his face lights up when Jonathan orders a plain hamburger with a side of extra large cheese fries.

“See, you do love me!” says Steve quietly, even as he reaches out to hold Kali’s hand across the table, because he needs to remember his place.

Steve wishes he could do nothing more than hang all over Jonathan. Wrap an arm around his shoulders, his waist, rest his head on his shoulder, ruffle his hair, kiss his forehead, his neck. He likes him so much. It’s such bullshit. The fact that they can’t be together in public. The fact that this whole stupid ass town is homophobic. His only solace is that his best friend happens to be gay too. They’d come up with this whole fake dating scenario while they were drunk one night, still pretending to be dating, in Nancy’s room.

She’d stolen some vodka out of her mom’s liquor cabinet and they were sipping on that and diet coke, sitting on the slant of the roof, right outside her bedroom window. Nancy liked boys and girls, she didn’t know what that made her, and when she’d announced she’d had sex the previous weekend, at some party at the college, their friend Kali had invited her too, he assumed it was a boy. Until she tipsily admitted it had been Kali and the girl had a wicked tongue. She’d blushed as she’d said it, but Steve knew she meant it, knew she loved getting eaten out, and knew how attractive Kali was. It’s not until a few drinks later when he admits Jonathan is good with his fingers, and Nancy nearly tosses him off the roof, because they’re supposed to tell each other everything dammit.

It’s neither here nor there that Nancy hadn’t told him about her sexcapades. They both gush over the other, how Jonathan is actually really cool and has great taste in music. He’d made Steve a mixtape and he adored it. Nancy had stated how Kali had let her wear her leather jacket home and it made her feel warm and protected. The thing was, no matter how much they all cared about each other, they still lived in a time where this simply wasn’t allowed.

In order to avoid suspicion, especially for the boys, so they’d announced that Steve and Nancy were together, and so was Jonathan and Kali. While the four of them had been friends, this gave them an excuse to constantly be seen together. If it was just Nancy and Kali somewhere, they figured that they were waiting for Jonathan and Steve. Or if Steve and Jonathan were somewhere, trying on clothes or buying beer and cigarettes, it was assumed, it would be for their girlfriends, and unfortunately that was the way it had to be. The four of them didn’t mind hanging out together, it was fun. There were no boundaries between them, as their couldn’t really be, being the only gay teens in their town, and best friends.

For example, if Steve’s parents would be out of town, instead of throwing parties like he’d used to, he’d invite the girls and Jonathan over. Sometimes they’d watch a movie yeah, or get high and make brownies, they’d play drinking games or card games or dance to music, but what Steve’s empty house really meant was a safe place to fuck. Kali and Nancy could practically move in to the spare bedroom if they wanted, and Nancy had taken to leaving spare toiletries and clothes over there. Steve’s parents loved Nancy, and it had been forever since a relative had visited, and Steve had told them about a hard time Nancy had been having lately. Not only that, but if Nancy was sleeping in the spare bedroom, that meant she wasn’t sleeping in Steve’s.

Steve’s parents were in town, along with everyone else’s, so they were at the diner on a date. Even though Kali’s hand rests hotly on Nancy’s thigh, or Steve’s palm is sweaty because his fingers are linked with Jonathan’s, it’s not exactly the same. It’s still fun, of course it is. Nancy’s playing with Kali’s hair and begging her for the fifth time to help color it. Kali’s dipping her fries in Nancy’s milkshake to her horror, but Kali still wants to lean in and kiss Nancy’s lip gloss off her soft lips. Steve is eating more cheese fries than Jonathan, licking his fingers teasingly, as Jonathan attempts to eat his burger. Steve’s lips are greasy and red, and his hair is starting to fall a bit, but he looks adorable. The air is blasting in the diner, and there’s goosebumps on his arms, and Jonathan wants nothing more than to slide off his plaid and put it around Steve’s shoulders.

“Hey, after this do you guys wanna go to the lookout?” Steve asks, as if noticing the look in Jonathan’s eye.

The lookout is a patch of land at the edge of town. It used to be a huge makeout spot years ago, but the police had blocked it off after lots of drug activity. You could still get there, if you drove a roundabout way and didn’t care about trekking through the woods for about half a mile. It’s not like any of them really had a choice and it wasn’t like it was bad. Jonathan always had blankets in the back of his car, a small boombox and weed. Steve was cuddly when he was high, and he wanted nothing more than to lay on his favorite quilt, high, with Steve resting on his chest, prefferably shirtless, lsitening to The Clash in the distance, and Nancy going on about the stars.

Drunk Nancy never shut the hell up, which Kali found adorable, because she never talked much sober. But she’d go on, on rants, talks of the future, random rants. It was beautiful. Kali would kiss her to shut up sometimes, mostly when Steve had been lulled to sleep by the sound of her voice, and the comfort of Joanthan’s eyes around him, and Kali wanted attention from her girlfriend. Want Nancy to straddle her, have her girlfriend half naked in the moonlight.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Nancy, “My parents are at a cocktail party, I have until at least one.”

“Can’t you say you’re staying at my place?” Kali asks, brown eyes wide.

“And stay where?”

“My mom would probably be down for letting us stay at my place. But no funny business,” He warns, eyes on Nancy.

“UH! You better talk to your boy about funny business,” she hisses, cheeks pink.

“Oh I’m gonna wear him out before we get home,” Jonathan says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

Steve winks, “Is that true?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Check please,” calls Steve waving his hand.

Nancy laughs so hard she almost chokes on her milkshake, and Kali slaps her back,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing for.”

“Oh I’m going to give you a run for your money,” Nancy says, going to stack up their plates. “You always do,” Kali says, patting her thigh, wishing she could do more. But then she realizes she has the whole night to lavish her girlfriend in the attention she deserves.

“Boys are paying right?” Asks Nancy, tapping Kali so she can slide out of the booth.

“Well shit, I guess so,” Steve says as Nancy heads to the back corner of the bathroom.

It’s not thirty seconds before Kali stands up, and jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom, “Um, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta go… do… some stuff.”

Jonathan looks at Steve, “Is that we’re calling Nancy these days?”

The waitress comes back and delivers their check and they wait, a bit impatiently for the girls to come out of the bathroom. Nancy comes first, looking out of breath, face red and lips swollen. Then Kali comes, flipping up the collar of her leather jacket to cover her neck.

“Strategically staggered entrances, you two are very subtle,” deadpans Steve, standing up so they can all leave.

“Shut up Harrington,” Kali says, linking arms with Jonathan, “Or my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass?”

Steve looks Jonathan up and down, “Eh, I could take him.”

And they head out into the cooling summer night.

“What are you looking at?” Kali asks quietly.

“Something beautiful.”

“Why don’t you order cheese fries?” Asks Jonathan.

“Because I want onion rings,” Steve says whiningly.

“Well you’re just gonna have to choose,” says Jonathan.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” he mumbles under his breath turning back to the menu.

The girls laugh at him, and decide what they want and it’s not long before the waitress comes up to them,

“What can I get you guys?” She asks, with a snap of her gum.

“See, you do love me!” says Steve quietly, even as he reaches out to hold Kali’s hand across the table, because he needs to remember his place.

“Hey, after this do you guys wanna go to the lookout?” Steve asks, as if noticing the look in Jonathan’s eye.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Nancy, “My parents are at a cocktail party, I have until at least one.”

“Can’t you say you’re staying at my place?” Kali asks, brown eyes wide.

“And stay where?”

“My mom would probably be down for letting us stay at my place. But no funny business,” He warns, eyes on Nancy.

“UH! You better talk to your boy about funny business,” she hisses, cheeks pink.

“Oh I’m gonna wear him out before we get home,” Jonathan says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

Steve winks,

“Is that true?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Check please,” calls Steve waving his hand.

Nancy laughs so hard she almost chokes on her milkshake, and Kali slaps her back,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing for.”

“Oh I’m going to give you a run for your money,” Nancy says, going to stack up their plates.

“You always do,” Kali says, patting her thigh, wishing she could do more. But then she realizes she has the whole night to lavish her girlfriend in the attention she deserves.

“Boys are paying right?” Asks Nancy, tapping Kali so she can slide out of the booth.

“Well shit, I guess so,” Steve says as Nancy heads to the back corner of the bathroom.

It’s not thirty seconds before Kali stands up, and jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom,

“Um, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta go… do… some stuff.”

Jonathan looks at Steve,

“Is that we’re calling Nancy these days?”

“Strategically staggered entrances, you two are very subtle,” deadpans Steve, standing up so they can all leave.

“Shut up Harrington,” Kali says, linking arms with Jonathan, “Or my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass?”

Steve looks Jonathan up and down,

“Eh, I could take him.”

And they head out into the cooling summer night.

“What are you looking at?” Kali asks quietly.

“Something beautiful.”

“Why don’t you order cheese fries?” Asks Jonathan.

“Because I want onion rings,” Steve says whiningly.

“Well you’re just gonna have to choose,” says Jonathan.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” he mumbles under his breath turning back to the menu.

The girls laugh at him, and decide what they want and it’s not long before the waitress comes up to them,

“What can I get you guys?” She asks, with a snap of her gum.

“See, you do love me!” says Steve quietly, even as he reaches out to hold Kali’s hand across the table, because he needs to remember his place.

“Hey, after this do you guys wanna go to the lookout?” Steve asks, as if noticing the look in Jonathan’s eye.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Nancy, “My parents are at a cocktail party, I have until at least one.”

“Can’t you say you’re staying at my place?” Kali asks, brown eyes wide.

“And stay where?”

“My mom would probably be down for letting us stay at my place. But no funny business,” He warns, eyes on Nancy.

“UH! You better talk to your boy about funny business,” she hisses, cheeks pink.

“Oh I’m gonna wear him out before we get home,” Jonathan says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

Steve winks,

“Is that true?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Check please,” calls Steve waving his hand.

Nancy laughs so hard she almost chokes on her milkshake, and Kali slaps her back,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing for.”

“Oh I’m going to give you a run for your money,” Nancy says, going to stack up their plates.

“You always do,” Kali says, patting her thigh, wishing she could do more. But then she realizes she has the whole night to lavish her girlfriend in the attention she deserves.

“Boys are paying right?” Asks Nancy, tapping Kali so she can slide out of the booth.

“Well shit, I guess so,” Steve says as Nancy heads to the back corner of the bathroom.

It’s not thirty seconds before Kali stands up, and jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom,

“Um, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta go… do… some stuff.”

Jonathan looks at Steve,

“Is that we’re calling Nancy these days?”

“Strategically staggered entrances, you two are very subtle,” deadpans Steve, standing up so they can all leave.

“Shut up Harrington,” Kali says, linking arms with Jonathan, “Or my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass?”

Steve looks Jonathan up and down,

“Eh, I could take him.”

And they head out into the cooling summer night.

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