#soooo i have him leather jacket and denim

[pxme-granate]

[sassykio4fun]

Competition

Cocky!StreetRacer Tom Kaulitz x StreetRacer!FemReader

The ground vibrated under the spectators feet, they all held their breaths, watching in anticipation. Palms clammy, as they held tight onto the icy railing of the bleachers, leaning over to get a better view.

Their sights locked onto the two cars taking the lead. Just as they were the previous rounds around the track.

A Porsche as dark as the night sky can be seen speeding towards the white markings of the track for the third and final time. Golden- Yellow Ferrari hot on its heels.

Both vehicles neck to neck the whole of the race. One car would override the other, only for the other to take over only moments later.

Seconds before the finish line, the Porsche accelerated, Ferrari following right after, just a second too late.

A checkered flag waved high in the air, indicating the finish of the race.

Both cars slowed to a stop beside another. Grey smoke clear in the night sky, the smell of burnt rubber strong in the air.

A man with long brown locks trudged towards the dark Porsche, envelope tight in his fist, as the winner stepped out.

The glossy door opened, a leather covered hand moving to the top of the door. Out stepped the tall figure of Tom Kaulitz, a smug smirk on his face. Dressed head to toe in his usual dark attire.

"You come in first once again, Kaulitz." Georg praised, patting Tom's broad shoulder. "This is what, the fourth time this month?"

Tom grinned, "Uhuh, I plan to make it the fifth time next week." He answered, proudly taking the envelope from Georg's outstretched hand.

"We'll have to see about that, that Ferrari was coming in pretty close, Bill chose a good one, don't you think? The shorter boy questioned, glancing back at said car, who's owners yet to step out.

"Pshh, not a chance, where'd he find him from anyway?" Tom retorted, teeth pinching the tip of his leather glove, tearing it off to count the money, making sure it's all there.

Georg opened his mouth to reply, "Well he is actually a-"

"I agree with Georg, you might have some competition, Tom, everyone was clenching their asscheeks watching you both race." Gustav interrupted Georg, walking up to the boys, handing Tom a bottle of water.

The boy snatched the water bottle, shrugging as he chugged the water. "Yeah, whatever you guys say." He rolled his eyes, shoving the water into Gustavs chest, watching his brother skip his way over.

"Soooo what'd you think of the new racer, pretty good huh?" Bill grinned eagerly when he reached them, excited that his brother had competition after so long.

"I think he's alright, nothing special, nothing new." Tom's dark eyes moved behind the three boys, eyes on the girl's stood on the bleachers.

"Nothing new?" Bill's eyebrows furrowed. "That's the closest anyone has gotten to your car in months Tom, and he is a she for gods-" His last few words being overridden by shrill shrieks and rushed shuffling of heels making their way over.

Tom relished in the girl's compliments as they hung off of him, both hands firm on two of their behinds as he leant against the hood of his car.

The tall boy scanned the array of girls in tiny shirts and short skirts, contemplating which one to take back home for the night.

He then heard a slam of a door to his right, turning his head, he attempted to look over the many girls surrounding his hood. Only to end up faced with his brother's slim back, him embracing someone.

Furrowing his dark eyebrows, he sat up to see who was in his twin's arms. When his brother let go of the unknown person, taking a step back, he was faced with- a girl?

His brows knitted as he thought for a second. 'I was racing a girl this whole time?' He took in your form, hair wild from the intense race, a leather jacket over a black halter top, skulls on each breast, denim jeans over leather combat boots.

Snapping out of his confusion he stood up straight, pulling himself out of the girl's embrace before trudging his way towards you and Bill.

"You did so good out there, I'm so glad you decided to come." Your dear friend Bill praised, pressing you against his bony chest.

"Me too, even though I'm a little bummed that I didn't beat your tool of a brother." You responded, pursing your lips at his victory as Bill let go of you.

Bill threw his head back, letting out a snicker, a mix of black and white dreads falling down his back. "I love him, but I can't lie, I'm a little bummed too, I was excited to see him get his ass kicked." He murmured, when his eyes lit up.

"But there's always next week, you might just get him then." He smirked.

"Who might get who?" A voice suddenly came from behind Bill.

Turning your head towards the voice, you recognized the boy with cornrows as Bill's brother. Your eyes meeting his dark ones, a cocky smirk on his face, as expected.

"Ah, speaking of the devil, we were just talking about your win, once again." Bill chimed, "This is the new racer I brought here, I thought she would be a good addition to the upcoming races, we hadn't had great competition in a while." He smiled, introducing you.

Squeezing your arm, he wandered off, explaining that he had to have a discussion with Georg about future races, but not before giving Tom a warning glare, 'Be nice' is the only way to describe the look he sent.

Tom nodded, testing out your name on his tongue "You think so?" He questioned you, eyes going over the Ferrari you were leaning on.

You lowered your eyes, lost "Do I think... what?" You retorted.

He sniffled, looking down, "You think you're good competition?" He rephrased his question, looking back up.

Your eyebrows shot up, eyes boring into his. "I think I did pretty good on the track." You butted in, crossing your arms. "Do you not?"

He shrugged his shoulders, eyes meeting yours. "I think you were pretty decent, just as good as everyone else out there." He retorted, crossing his arms himself.

"Just as good?" You inquired. "They were meters behind the both of us, let's not play dumb." You stated, giving him a once over. "I was not even seconds behind you."

Head lifting towards the sky as if he was in thought he hummed, "I don't recall, even then I'm still going home with the money." He simpered. "Once again." He added cockily, head tilting down towards your own.

Your chin shot up, nose scrunched. "You're not unbeatable, Tom." You started. "You'll meet your match and you won't feel so cocky then."

"I'm presuming that you think you're my match." He laughed through his nose, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, stepping back, hand going to your door handle. "Close enough and the race showed that today, ask your own brother." You argued, turning towards Bill who was a few feet away, looking as if he was in a debate with Gustav.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, there's many races to come." You finished, entering your car, not breaking eye contact until your door shut.

Tinted windows blocking his view of you, he tilted his head, watching your car exit the tracks with one thought running through his mind. 'Maybe I have met my match.'

Hello! Hope you enjoyed this.🎀

divider by @benkeibear

[steddieas-shegoes]

You told me to send it soooo...

Steve nursing the biggest crush on Eddie and Eddie oblivious. Getting flustered by all ways Eddie makes skinny jeans, boots, chains, and distressed band tees look hot as fuck.

One day, one outfit (something with a tanktop and his hair pulled back maybe) has Steve whining and saying "Oh, fuck me" a little too loud and Eddie hears him.

Steve runs of course.

Summer was Steve’s favorite season for many reasons, but this year, his top reason was seeing Eddie in things other than skinny jeans and his leather or denim jacket.

Skin. He was seeing his skin.

Not much of it, really. He still stuck to long shorts or jeans, and he wore band tees everywhere.

But they were having a pool party today, the first of the year, and Eddie had promised the kids he’d swim.

Which meant Steve would see him in a bathing suit, shirtless.

Up until this point, his imagination had managed to piece things together just fine.

But seeing the real thing.

Woah.

His scars had fully healed, lines all over his body, creating a web of reminders that he was still alive.

His muscles were subtle, but there, especially when he lifted Dustin and threw him into the pool.

“Dingus, you’re drooling.”

Steve jumped at Robin’s voice.

“Shut up, no I’m not.”

“Sure, that’s just water from the pool on your chin.”

Steve wiped at his mouth, ignoring the fact that there was a small amount of saliva.

“You could probably just tell him how you feel you know.”

“Uh huh.”

In truth, Steve wasn’t really listening to Robin.

Eddie had just jumped into the pool, splashing everyone in it and around it.

“It’s still cold! You all lied to me!” He yelled when he resurfaced.

As he pulled himself up the ladder and got out, Steve watched the water dripping off of his body, his hair, his suit.

“Oh fuck me,” he mumbled.

Or thought he mumbled.

Eddie’s head snapped to him, a smirk already in place.

“Say something big boy?”

Steve doesn’t answer. He’s running inside, never more thankful about the fact that he didn’t swim in his own pool.

“Steve?” Eddie was following him, but Steve didn’t slow down as he made his way to the downstairs bathroom. “Steve!”

He closed the door, but remembered too late that the lock was broken.

Eddie banged on the door once before he slammed it open.

They looked at each other for a moment, Eddie still dripping wet, Steve completely dry.

“You never said-“

“I shouldn’t-“

They paused.

“It’s probably best-“

“Maybe we should-“

They laughed awkwardly.

“You first,” Eddie said.

“Um. Okay. I guess I can’t really hide the fact that I was staring. Or that I said that.”

“No. Uh. Did you mean that?”

“What?”

“Do you actually want me to fuck you?”

It was so hot in this bathroom. Steve needed air.

But he needed to be honest first, see what happens.

“Yeah.”

“How early is too early to send the kids home?”

“They’ve only been in the pool for 20 minutes so I don’t suggest doing it now,” Steve smirked.

“Can I kiss you? To hold me over until they’re gone?”

Steve nodded, eyes widening as Eddie moved in closer.

If Max didn’t walk in to use the bathroom five minutes later, there’s a good chance they would’ve gotten a lot farther.

Her glare was enough to cool down any intimate moment.

[nushy]

It is time.

I still don't have a title for this one, but... part 1 is here. also: part 2 and part 3

A/N: besties, i needed something positive after s4, vol.2 so here we don't have anything supernatural - just a normal Hawkins, normal kids, etc, etc. Our pretty boy is alive and well.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you are the new girl in town and Eddie is seeing something he likes. And you too. (i am sooooo bad at summaries)

warnings: a lot of spelling and grammar errors (sorry, english is not my native language), blood, punching, cursing, drug use, smoking, strong language (?), maybe SA if you squint, in the next parts there will be smut. idk

word count: 1.4K

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You knew the day was going to be bad the moment you woke up. First, the milk had gone bad so you just skipped breakfast, then your car broke so you had to walk to school and on your way there your favorite bracelet tore and you just threw it away. And to top it all off – well, you had to go to school.

The day only got worse when, while strolling through your locker and searching for a pen, someone stood by you and started talking to you.

“Hey, new girl, wanna come with me tonight to show you the town?” You looked at the guy – and, oh my god, the most generic white boy was smiling stupidly at you. What’s more, he was part of the basketball team. Fuck, you thought to yourself. Yes, of course, new girls always get the attention, especially when they were dressed like you – short black skirt and pretty cropped top handmade by you from one of your favorite band t-shirts (very against the school dress code but you really didn’t care). But what was he thinking, trying his luck with you – what were you going to talk about – you doubted that he knew any of the bands you liked, or the scary movies, or the fantasy books. Plus, he was soooo far from your type.

“No, thanks, I’ve got plans” you responded and then resumed your pen search.

“What plans can you have, I doubt that you have any friends here to have plans with” he chuckled at his own joke. You took a deep breath, trying not to scream right there and then. And in this moment, your salvation came by – you knew the boy vaguely, cause you saw him yesterday at lunch and were immediately drawn to him – his long curly hair, leather jacket and denim vest with Dio stitch on the back and of course, you favorite, his big metal rings. When you passed by his table you heard him talking about the gig he was having the next evening with his band and you noted that in your head. Now this was your alibi. You stretched out your hand and grabbed the boy that was passing by, drawing him to you.

“Well, yeah, tonight I’m going to see him playing with his band” you said pretty conveniently, one of the boys was shocked and the other one was a bit… disgusted?

“What? Eddie Munson? This freak? You better be joking” he scoffed. The boy next to you, Eddie, just signed but still didn’t try to escape your grasp, he was intrigued. And you were pissed so you decided that it will be the hard way.

“You talking about yourself? You a freak?” you asked dumbly and laughed. His face became red, and Eddie reacted for the first time with a sincere laugh.

“You bitch, I was just trying to be nice.” the player was angry. But the way he called you made you furious. And Eddie immediately knew because your hand, that was still on his, grasped him harder.

“What did you just call me?” you asked, your jaw clenched.

“What you are – a bitch. I was trying to be nice but apparently you like the weirdos.” He was a total douche and you knew what those needed, so you let go of Eddie’s hand, and you punched the idiot in the face. Right in the nose – and that was the best feeling of the day. He immediately put his hands on his face, a small trail of blood got to his mouth. Eddie gasped, then let out a small laugh.

“Don’t ever dare to call me bitch…. or him a freak.. ever again” you said, standing close to his face, his eyes wide and shocked, but full of anger. With him still standing shocked in front of you, you turned to Eddie and said calmly:

“Wanna skip the next class and go somewhere far from this shithole?” He was a bit taken aback but still nodded and you grabbed his hand and guided him to the exit. 

Outside of the school building you managed to take a deep breath and to think clearly about the situation you were in, Eddie’s hand still in yours.

“Wow” was all he could say. You looked at him and started laughing, not knowing how else to react. He looked at you, confused at first, but soon joined you in the laugh. “It was a really good punch tho.”

“Yeah, my father taught me how to punch, said I had to be like the boys or better.” you explained, dryly smiling.

“This one was definitely better.” Eddie looked at you, from head to toes, for the first time. And, boy, was he impressed. Not just by the outfit – but by your face, the fire in your eyes, the messy, yet beautiful, hair, the chipped black nail polish and the several skull rings on your fingers. You blushed. And for some minutes there was silence.

“So, where are we going? And can you drive, my car broke this morning.” you broke the silence. Eddie looked around, thinking, then smiled and grabbed you by the waist.

“I have  the perfect idea. And we don’t even need a car.” So you two left the parking in front of the school.

It really was a short walk through the woods, until you got to a clearing with a wooden table in the center and two wooden benches.

“My favorite spot, no one comes here.” he said with a delight in his voice. And, to be fair, you liked the place – it was quiet, it was nature, and there was no one around. You sat on the bench, Eddie sat on the opposite one, there was silence once again. You got your backpack on the table and started to search for something, Eddie looking at you with confusion. He really didn’t know what to expect next from you.

“Want some?” you took out a blunt and handed it to him. And, boy, was he shocked, because he expected everything, but definitely not this. “Or you don’t use those kind of things.” You continued when you didn’t get a response. Eddie finally managed to react letting out a loud laugh.

“Sweety, I sell those things.” It was your time to be shocked, as he put his black lunch box that you noticed just now, and he opened it. You looked inside and nodded with a grin on your face.

“Yep, you definitely sell those things.” then you both laughed. You lit the joint and took turns until you both were feeling light as feathers. 

“So, you new here?” he asked. You took a deep breath, your thoughts were a bit scrambled but not that much.

“Yeah, came here 3 days ago with my father. He’s a truck driver, his station is near, so we settled here, in the trailer park.” Eddie’s eyes grew bigger.

“No way, I live there too.” You honestly didn’t know that but it was a really cool coincidense.

“Yeah, basically I live mostly alone, as my father is always on the road, but he makes good money and he sends me to help me. But I still consider finding a job. Shitty part is I have to finish school, and I’ve changed a lot of those. Good thing is, this time I managed to go two days without punching someone, last time I punched the guidance lady on my first day… but it was her fault, she acted like I was stupid.” The weed made you chatty, but it seemed like Eddie didn’t mind as he was carefully listening to you talking about your life.

You had no idea how much time has passed as you talked about everything there is to talk about (you definitely clicked as your interests were basically the same), but it was slowly getting darker and Eddie suddenly jumped.

“The gig!” he looked at his clock. “Damn, it starts in two hours, gotta go or the boys will be pissed.” you looked him with heavy eyes but still stood up.

“Yeah, but Eddie, I will be heading home, not feeling like going to a bar right now.” You looked him in the eyes and for a moment you could have sworn there was a trace of sadness (or were you just high?). He lifted slowly his shoulders and tried to be casual:

“You lose.” he said with a grin. And with that said you both headed to the school parking lot for him to hop on his van. You sobered up quickly while walking through the woods, Eddie also looked quite fine. There was silent once again but it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was nice. Your hands brushed lightly, you smiled not sure if it was because of the weed, or you just started to fall for the boy, not knowing that he was thinking just the same.

“Want a ride? I can give you a lift to the trailer park and then head to the Hideout. " You declined.

“I need a bit more fresh air, I will walk. You go or you will be late.” Eddie smiled so sincerely that you wanted to jump right away in the van next to him, but you just waved goodbye and walked away.

[catherinemorales]

Tides are turning part 2

Y/n goes through her day before her audition.

“Rocky! Let’s go! Max is already in the car!”

“Alright give me a sec!” Y/n shouts at Billy with her bass guitar around her in its case, her leather jacket on with denim vest covered in pins and a Metallica backpatch, and her backpack. She runs out of the house into the car and sets her stuff in the back.

“What took you so long?” Max asked.

“None of your business twerp.” Y/n said. “Kidding I have a audition for a band.”

“Oh nice.”

“Yeah you have to skate home tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Also you have to do me a favor.”

“What kinda favor?”

“A favor that you won’t tell father.”

“He’s not even my dad.”

“Doesn’t matter don’t tell him I’ll reward you.”

“Ok cool.”

“And we’re her get out.”

“Bye Billy bye Rocky”

“Seriously now I’m getting called Rocky by her?”

“Just embrace it.” Billy said pulling into their school.

They got out of the car and Y/n hurried to class.

When lunch came Y/n sat with Steve again.

“So how was yesterday? Rocky?”

“What did you call me?”

“Yeah Max told me to call you that.”

“You talked to Max?”

“Yeah yesterday she was at the wheeler house and I had to drop off another kid there and she started talking about you saying you were single and needed a boyfriend.”

“Ok well don’t talk to her about that. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Y/n said.

“Can I call you Rocky still?”

“Yeah sure.”

They continued talking and Y/n mentioned the audition.

“What audition?”

“Oh this band I think it’s called Corroded Coffin.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah it’s kinda cool.”

“Eddie’s band?”

“Oh yeah he seems nice.”

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson is not nice. He is a repeat year senior who has no life besides dealing drugs.”

“Ok well I repeated a year and as long as it’s not serious a little weed and cigarettes never hurt anyone. I mean are you telling me King Steve has never smoked a blunt?”

“I mean I guess I have.”

“Ok soooo,”

“Fine just be careful.”

“I will.”

MEANWHILE AT EDDIES TABLE.

“So find anyone to audition?” Gareth asked Eddie.

“Yeah one person.”

“Who?”

“It’s a suprise.” Eddie said to everyone.

“Hey have you seen that new girl?” Jeff asked.

“She’s hot.” Gareth said.

“I don’t know she gives me lesbian vibes.” Simon said.

“Eddie?”

“What?!”

“Are you paying attention?”

“No Gareth I’m busy I’ll see you after school.” Eddie said and then walked to his locker.

Y/n had also gone to her locker.

“Oh hey Eddie! Didn’t know we were locker buddies.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“We’ve got like 15 minutes left want a smoke break?”

“Sure.” Eddie said and they went outside. “So you smoke?”

“Yeah unfortunately, it’s Billy’s fault though. He picked up first and then I was so used to it I started and well here I am.”

“Who’s Billy? Your boyfriend?”

“No he’s my twin.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” They sat outside and smoked for a while. “We should probably go back.”

“Or we could skip?”

“Eddie your a bad influence I like that idea.”

“I have a spot.”

“Ok cool.” They go to the spot in the woods.

“So where did you live before?”

“California.”

“What was it like?”

“Beautiful the beach was so relaxing and made me feel whole.”

“We’re you part of a band before?”

“Yeah The Roses before Time.”

“What kinda music? I mean you have a Metallica jacket and you like Van Halen.”

“It was more rock then metal but you know if I had someone over we would play metal.”

“Like who?”

“A girlfriend.”

“Oh fun.”

“Yeah” Y/n sighed.

“You seem cool.”

“Thanks you too I also heard you deal?”

“Yeah you want something?”

“Not today maybe another day.”

“Good to know.”

The two of them spent the rest of the day together before the bell rang.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.” Then Y/n left and Eddie stayed and thought to himself.

Later Y/n and Billy arrived at Gareths house.

“Oh is this the guy?” Simon said.

“No.” Eddie said.

“Hi I’m Y/n you guys can call me Rocky.”

“A girl?” Gareth said.

“Yeah and this is Billy but he’s not staying.” She looked at him with a look.

“Good cause boyfriends aren’t allowed.”

“Ok good he’s my brother sooo….” Y/n and Eddie were laughing.

“So you gonna play a girly song for us?” Mack said.

“I was thinking I could play a song and then sing one?”

“That’ll work.” Eddie said.

“What do you guys want to hear?”

“Can you play Motley Crue?”

“Home sweet home?” Y/n asked.

“Uh if you can play that?” Gareth said.

Y/n pulled out her bass and yanked her necklace down. She played the song perfectly and everyone looked crazy.

“So I can sing a song too.”

“Uhh we will let you pick.”

“Girly song? Can I borrow a guitar?”

“Yeah.” Eddie said and handed her his guitar. She took off her jacket and grabbed it.

She started playing the intro the I Love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett.

CLIFFHANGER YAY HOW DID SHE DO? IDK

[hacked-by-jake]

I saw Ubi's posts and ended up getting inspired 😅

HBJ, in your opinion, which clothes suit Jake? I want to come back with my Jake drawings and I wanted to do something very masculine fashion 🤭

Hey Ho, love! :D

Well, so my personal Jake, as I imagine him in my head, of course wears lovely hoodies and mostly and mainly only black/dark clothes. Since my absolute favorite clothing style is tech wear, I usually imagine Jake in such based clothes /light tech wear. For obvious reasons, I think it’s a good fit.😩

For example:

These are some outfits in which I imagine Jake the most, especially the first picture. (For example, when I write and imagine Jake, I don’t usually describe clothes but in my head.) This was the first image I associated with him when I started playing duskwood. I think this clothing style fits his character and mysterious aura. And since it’s a pretty special style, that underlines his background story somehow. :)

But I also really like to think of Jake in denim jackets, I think dark danim jackets would look soooo good on him. 🔥

And then of course also have the very classic cliché hacker outfits. Just a black jeans (or with tech wear based pants), sneaker or boots in black, a black hoodie. Then either a black denim jacket or a jacket, as he wears in his first call to us. Or of course classic leather jackets. Unfortunately, I don’t know exactly what this type of jacket is called. xD

But I also love Jake in t-shirt. With, for example, a zipper over it or just a T-shirt. For example, of course black, dark red, dark green, dark purple, dark gray. I think that would look good on him, too.

Or not closed and rather loose lumberjack shirts. But more of a solid color, I think. So, he just wears soft shirts over a T-shirt or something.

Well, I don’t know if there’s anything you like or what you had in your mind. I really hope so, I’d like to see someone draw Jake in such clothes, hehe.🤭

I hope that I could help you and I am looking forward to hopefully new content from you. But of course, don’t stress and take your time.❤️

And thank you a lot for asking me, dear! Have a beautiful day/evening/night!💚🌹🎭

(A short discalimer: Of course this is just my imagine. What I have in my head and not what Jake really wears (after all, I don’t know exactly xD) and most of the time I avoid depicting Jake in any way, for example with an actor or something, but I think that’s okay.)

[shesawriter39049]

|UNWRAP ME| M|

Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)

“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”

About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!

Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....

WC: Sneak peek (1k)

WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking

FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?

*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!

*In true Rocki fashion I decided to do holidy prompts late af & did not finish in time for the main Holiday but w/e! Note, there is some backstory here bc this was set to be the 1st of 3 holiday prompts!** ___________________________________________________

Sunday, December 14TH, 4PM 

“Alright, so you wanna hear some bullshit?!”

K, well that’s apparently Jimin, musing around a mouth full of fries! I love how no one even bothers to knock, give notice they just show the fuck up! Whenever...

Cute.

I swear it sounds like your running a damn liquor store because there’s an obnoxious amount of bells and mistletoe hanging above the door almost acting as a doorbell at this point. Just casually Fa-la-laing together, echoing throughout your entire apartment every damn time the door opens! Honestly, your slowly regretting giving Jin and Tae free reign with decorations because that shits annoying as all hell!

Gaze still focused on your original task, not even looking in his direction “Don’t trip over the-“ There's a loud thud, followed by an obscene groan, accompanied by an even louder “Fuckkk!” Which solidified he did in fact trip over the ....

“....Box with Jin’s other Christmas tree in it ...” The words kinda died off your tongue at this point because well, clearly the warning did not fare well! “If anything’s broken I’m totally snitching just so we’re clear” Sassing over a half empty glass of spiked eggnog.

Now that you’ve finally looked at him, you find yourself hiding a smirk behind your cocktail as well! The boy is fine, you’d give him that! Looking like a model off duty, in his low cut white v, neck hidden beneath a distressed leather jacket! Topping off the look with a pair of chunky combats and disrespectfully tight dark wash denim jeans! I swear they damn near looked painted on, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose! Gucci backpack slung over his shoulder, Starbucks in one hand, and some brown bag full of grease in the other! Jimin recently went back red, looking dangerously close to the same 18 year old you met, at UCLA almost years ago now!  Just a boujier version, it’s like this Jimin’s from Calabasas instead of the Bay! Though your down for both options if we’re being real!

Not that Jimin’s not equally as good of company as well, you were honestly just expecting Tae! The two of you were starting to put together the gift bags for next week's holiday party! Hints the hot ass mess all over the floor of your living room, it’s a disgusting pile of shopping bags and boxes! Everything from Amazon to Saks Fifth, at this point you aren’t even sure where the fuck your floor starts or ends! One thing you do know for damn sure is Hobi’s going to have an aneurysm If he sees it! Sooo, hopefully Tae shows up sooner than later...

It’s become a tradition, or at least since the companies been profitable enough to do so! First off, you’re love language has always been a combination of “Gifts” and “Acts of service, so shit like this is essentially second nature!

However, quality time has slowly slipped its way into the mix over the past couple of years as well! Especially considering it’s almost a luxury for the seven of you at this point but you try not to complain! I mean Namjoon and yourself just did an interview last week for Forbes 30 under 30 for fucks sake! But anyway, like I was originally saying this little party is your way of trying to give your staff a combination of all 3 said love languages!

Above everything else you all work your asses off well, aware this is far from a 9-5, yet they give you their best constantly! Yeah, it was built on the backs of you and your boys but it wouldn’t be were it is now without everyone else! So, with that being said the schedule is as follows! 

1.Bust ass and hit all of your year end deadlines by December 22nd. 

2.The holiday party is on the 23rd...

3. Thennnnnn....after that the companies closed until the 2nd of January! 

Well kinda, if we’re being real the 7 of you never fully stop working, but you damn sure plan to try! I guess it’s the beauty and the curse of having damn near everything accessible on your phone! I swear this morning Joon was washing your back whilst you read him the latest profit/loss update from Jin soooo......that’s that!

Everyone else however....off duty with pay!

Which brings us back to the original task at hand before Jimin showed up,prepping the gift bags that get handed out at said holiday party! The invite list is pretty exclusive honestly,outside of your staff, and there plus one, the other guests are typically the immediate crew/ talent used throughout the year on various productions! Oh, there’s also special little packages mailed out to a couple of the company's sponsors as well! So all together were looking at at least 100 gift bags give or take! Of course at this stage you guys go all out but that’s not what it’s about! It’s legitimately the thought that counts!

Little gestures like this just remind people that you care,that they’re on your mind even if they aren’t currently doing you a favor! That’s what sets Onyx apart, all the little things you do without even thinking about it! Coffee, donuts, catering on set for long shoots,or even the little kits Jimin brings with him to set for the models! Fully stocked with soothing cream, heating pads, the full nine! It’s actually sad how much of a rarity it is in your line of work! 

Obviously, it goes without saying that those types of gestures aren’t feasible for everyone....However there’s companies worth more than you that do amples less!

But anyway back to Jimin and Tae! As I mentioned when the door originally opened you were expecting a mop of silver locks as opposed to red! Baby boy ran out to pick up the custom gift bags from this Indie vendor in WeHo. Hint’s why you were expecting Tae instead, now, why Jimins here I have no damn idea! Clearly we’re about to find out and apparently it’s “Some Bullshit!”

Honestly outside of checking his OOTD you didn't truly look at him. Far too busy propped on top of your oversized dining room table sorting through a manusery of  “Thank you” cards!

Eyes flicking to the left ever so slightly as you hear him shuffle closer “I-yeah sure what bullsh-wait are you eating my DoorDash?!”

It’s the way you constantly have to remind yourself that jail will not be like Orange is in the new black! Because I swear you damn near chucked this martini glass at that fire engine red dome of his!

Jimin just shrugs, a little nonchalant and unenthusiastic, almost as if he’s inconvenienced actually...

“Mmm, depends on perspective” He deadass just stuffed two more fires in his mouth! You're literally going to strangle him! It’s borderline painful how hard  your jaw tick, eyes narrowed in his direction!

Brows arched so damn high your gonna end up needing Botox from the permanent crease embedding within your skin. “Perspect-your literally eating-“

Holding a solitary finger in your direction “Tae just text me and said look at your phone and text him back...with like, a million pouty faces. Also, different note, who changed the decorations I placed on the mantle?! “

Jimin’s hand is now resting on his hip, legitimately angry about these damn decorations! I think his neck even did a couple rolls in the process, and I’m willing to bet,before he leaves they will be swapped out again!

A frustrated groan attempts to leave your throat  though it goes unacknowledged as your lacking any ounce or bite! Far too fond of both of your boys to truly be agitated at the moment! Actually that’s a lie, you high key wanna punch Jimin but it’s fine ....

“That, would be Jin, he said they clashed with the table decor” Pointing to all of the gold, and maroon colored decorations donning the marble coffee table “So, if your pissed go curse him out because I could give less than a damn! Now where the fuck is my phoneeee”

Hopping off the table causing your oversized UCLA Alum hoodie to hike over your ass. Said ass is covered or barely covered considering your cheeky, red, ruffle little panties are in fact assless! A cute little bow perched right on top of your tailbone, as if to direct the eye where to go….

Jimin is now choking on stolen fires and yeah there’s a smirk on your face as you grab your phone!

Mmmmhmmmm...and to think, maybe if he wasn’t being such a brat you’d let him unwrap one of his gifts a little early!

“Baby now he’s calling meeee” Anddddd he’s whining, wiggling his phone like it’s on fire! Ya know, moments like these in fact remind you that Tae and Jimin are the youngest!

“Oh for fucks sake!” Huffing in his direction snatching the phone and bag of Five Guys away in the process!

“Yes baby?” It’s actually terrifying how quickly your tone, and entire demeanor just switched! Somewhat reminiscent to how you’d see a mom scold one child then baby talk another all in the same breath! 

Jimin without a doubt noticed too, lip jutting out in a pout and no matter how many times you roll your eyes you still find yourself leaning forward kissing it right off! He moans into it and you Instantly taste the tangy seasoning from your fries, especially once he tries to swipe his tongue past the seam of your lips. The feeling of that tiny piece of metal playing in his mouth almost distracted you, but alas...the notion immediately reminds you why you were irked to begin with! Without even thinking you lean back into nipping at his bottom lip, though...this is Jimin we’re dealing with here! So whatever you thought you’d achieve is now dead, because a needy little whine just rustled in the back of his throat 

Speaking of love languages,there’s another called “Physical Touch” which has the words Jimin Park written all over it. So with that being said you really should’ve already been prepared for whatever’s about to unfold.

It’s subconscious at this point, head dropping down to the crook of your neck, nosing up a vein like a neglected puppy! Squeezing your waist hard enough to damn near engrave his thumb print in against your hip bones! Well, clearly he doesn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon!   

So what do you do instead? Place the bag of food on the bar, hold the phone in one hand and bring the other up to play in his freshly dyed locks! I swear this man is a second away from purring so maybe he’s not a puppy after all. Suddenly his ring clanned fingers trickle down your spine heading south, flexing his palm to squeeze down around the swell of your ass! Shifting you forward so your chest to chest...

So, here you are trying to cater to both of your boys at once...lord help you!

“No, of course I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just busy-yes Tae. You wanna put what in a what,Now?”

~~~~~

Hiii, as I mentioned above this was kinda last minute, I wrote out prompts on the 21st, then adult life kicked in. I actually had my own little office Christmas party to plan (Nothing on this scale obviously because well, we know the way the real world is rn) However because of that I couldn’t truly work on this until the 24th. However it’s been a long time since I wrote/wanted to write so I opted to just post it anyway! Hopefully the full thing will be up by the 28th at the latest.

I have also attached the overall masterlist for this AU!

7 DEEP 

[goldentsum]

━ socs and greasers

CHARACTERS: kuroo tetsurou and oikawa tooru

GENRE: fluff, a little angst

AUTHOR’S NOTE: oikawa’s a bit longer! i got too excited while writing this cus i rewatched ‘the outsiders’ soooo yeah,, here~

━ kuroo ♡

a gREASER WITHOUT A DOUBT! CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM WITH SLEEK HAIR AND SPORTING LEATHER OR DENIM AND THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE---

ahem i mean yeah kuroo tetsurou is most definitely a greaser

Kuroo always scares those socs half to death with his tall height and intimidating aura but tbh he’s a softie

Though he won’t lie that the leather and denim aesthetic was kinda his style and scaring socs was too amusing for him

He most def has a busted second-handed car that he bought with his own money cus his parents doesn’t give a shit to even give him money

He lives with himself now as he run away from the dysfunctional family he had because he’s gonna go crazy if he hears another full blown fight his parents always has

I headcanon his s/o to be a soc and his childhood friend along with kenma, whos a greaser omg

You’re the daughter of a huge businessman who always leaves you on your own most of the time

you became friends with kuroo and kenma when yall met in the vacant lot with the two sporting bruises which made your motherly instincts go haywire even at a young age

Before you and kuroo became a thing, he was just admiring you from a far cus you’re a soc and he’s a dirty greaser but you always remind him that you really don’t really care about that

though kuroo doesn’t really wanna mix you up with his problems,, afraid that someone might hurt you,, soft boy :((

You were just too good to him that it hurts... you always make sure he has enough food in his house, always patching him up after a brawl, always making sure he’s okay, and just always there for him...

with you being like that,, kuroo can’t help but fall...

After accepting the fact that you were no longer the sister he always thought he’d have and that he started to see you more as a woman,, he started being softer, noticing certain quirks and features he didn’t see before,, while being a bit awkward because he doesn’t know how to act really

Kenma always catch kuroo staring at you which he always call him out about

“you’re staring awfully obvious there”

“shut up, kenma... i wasn’t starin”

he totally was pft

And it might not look like it but kuroo is really good at school! he has the best grades in his class and he’s hella cocky about it, rubbing it on the poor socs’ faces in his class

He even tutors you cus you were flanking chem :DDD fUN

Kuroo loves spending time with you! even if it’s just some tutor session but it always ends up with you pouting because you can’t understand it and him getting a headache at the amount of times he repeated it already

One night, he was out riding in his car, pouty that he didn’t see you for about a week now

Then he saw you getting ganged up by 3 taller socs at the street and he was LIVID god help those socs

He just stopped his car and run up to them, punching them without any warning,,, His tall and muscular stature helping him,, he won at the end but they got a number on him ngl which you were angry about

“Why would you do something as stupid as this, Tetsu?!”

“It ain’t stupid, doll... just wanna make sure you’re alright”

“You’re so stupid.... but.. thank you, tetsu...”

god he loves the way you say his name like that

“Well, i can’t have my girl get disrespected by those shitty--”

“your girl?” 

You were staring at Kuroo with a soft gleam inside your eyes

Kuroo just wanted the ground to swallow him up and die,, why the fuck did he just say that?!--

“That sounds nice... I like it...” You said after seeing kuroo’s internal monologue, giggling softly

Kuroo sighed in huge relief, cupping your cheek with his coarse hand that felt so familiar to you

Touching your forehead with his, “It’s official then. You’re my girl”

“Yeah... but first let’s clean up your beaten up face”

of course... it really won’t be you without you ruining the moment but kuroo won’t have it any other way

━ oikawa ♡

a SOC AND HE’S ONE OF THOSE ARROGANT LITTLE SHITS!

He is fILtHY RiCh! fILTHYYY!!

has a reputation about being a flirt with his pretty face

Oikawa: it’s just a struggle being this pretty~ aND I’M RICH TOO sigh

IWA IS SO DONE WITH HIM PLEASE HELP THIS BOI

A well known jock who gets all the girls with his charms and a flirty smile on his face

Oikawa knows how well he got people wrapped around his finger and he feeds off the power he has

Loves shopping and spending money on useless shit he won’t even use,, he’s unafraid to sPEND cus it’s not like it’ll dent his bank account

aND ALSO BECAUSE HE AIN’T WEARING THOSE UGLY KHAKIS! NO WAY IN HELL! he did once though and iwa, makki, and matsun made fun of him

NOW HOW YALL MET IS SO FUN

You’re a greaser, a terrifying one at that

Your group was in the movie drivethru with your busted cars and leather and denim clothes

aND Lo and behold he’s also there,, though he’s with a date and Iwa, Matsun, and Makki were tagging along

a brawl start up with your group and some socs AND OIKAWA HAS TO SEE THIS DRAMA

He wanted to look good to his date so he went and tried to be the “hero” and stop the brawl

You got irritated and punched him right on his nose surprising him and knocking him off his feet

IWA, MATSUN, AND MAKKI WERE LAUGHING THEIR ASSES CUS THAT WAS THE BEST THING THEY JUST SAW

Oikawa stared up at you, nose aching and bleeding, wide teary eyes from the pain

And you stared down at him, a deadly glare on your face as you tugged on your leather jacket, scoffing at the soc

Your group quickly left when someone called the cops,, yall ain’t going to prison now,, nope

Oikawa was left there, sitting on the dirty ground with his nose bleeding and welling up eyes,, It took Makki and Matsun to help him up with Iwa staring at him like, are you okay, dude tf?

“I think I’m in love”

Now that was not what they were expecting, they expected something extra but definitely not that kind of extra,,

His date got irritated at that and dumped her drink at his feet, stomping away but Oikawa barely flinch,, too occupied in his thoughts on who you were

He spend an entire week looking for you because he just can’t get you out of his mind,, you were the first girl to ever pull a stunt like that and it was amusing masochistic bastard

When he finally saw you, you were in a diner with your group and his heart got all fluttery and shit and he got scared because tHAT WAS UNUSUAL! WTF WAS THAT FLUTTERY FEELING?!

He mustered up all the courage he had and marched up to the table, looking straight at you,, barely looking at anyone else

You raised a brow at the familiar brunette but you couldn’t really place your finger on where you’ve seen him then it hit you,, yOU HIT HIM LAST WEEK,, STRAIGHT IN HIS NOSE and the redness on his nose was evidence enough

You started to speak cus what if this soc get you arrested like nope you ain’t having that,, “Look dude, I don’t want any trouble--”

“Go on a date with me” 

Your whole table was laughing at you making you fluster up in embarrassment cus wtf is with this weird guy,, you punch him then a week later he shows up claiming he wants to go on a date with you???

oH this was pay back,, okay you got it

tHAT WAS YOU THOUGHT IT WAS BUT OIKAWA REALLY PERSISTENT,, ALWAYS APPEARING AND ASKING YOU ON A DATE,, REJECTION AFTER REJECTION the guy just won’t stop

Finally, you agreed! Oikawa can’t stop giggling on the way home and got already took out multiple outfits for your date

On the day of your date, he was immaculate with his outfit! He also fixed his already perfect hair and got to the place where you guys will meet up at half an hour early with a bouquet of flowers in hand,, he was that excited!

but 2 hours already passed and you were no where to be seen... D; did you just stood him up? aND WORSE OF ALL IT STARTED RAINING ruining his outfit and hair and making the flowers in his hand all soggy and gross

Oikawa slumped on the the fountain, sAD AS FUCK

while you were snickering in your car driving on the opposite side of town but then a punch of guilt made way to your gut...

what if he waited there?.... and its raining...

goddammit,, and like that your car turned around and drove to the park where you and oikawa planned to meet up.

You stopped the car in front of the fountain and your heart shattered when you saw the familiar sitting figure on the fountain in the pouring rain.

“fucking hell, this idiot”

You stomped your way to him, your leather jacket on your head trying to shield yourself in the harsh rain and stopped in front of the soc

“You’re late...” His croaky voice was really not helping your guilt,, fucking hell...

“tch... Let’s go idiot!” You pulled him up and dragged him in your car

There was tense air inside the car with you grumbling on your seat and Oikawa pouting sadly on his, slumping more

“Look... I’m sorry about this... I’m sure you’re a nice guy,, i think... L-Let’s start over, yeah?”

Oikawa perked up and looked at you at the corner of his eyes,, he hated the fact that he was happy rn... he was supposed to be mad at you,, he waited 3 hours for you and an hour in the rain, hoping you’ll come to him

“Fine... but you owe me one!”

“yeah yeah, idiot soc”

[writingsbychlo]

angel with an accent | thomas

word count; 6428

summary; newt has a friend from england flying out to see him, and thomas is swooning.

notes; soooo, y’all wanted a little fic using british slang, and here it is. it’s totally meant to be a comedy fic, please don’t take it seriously, for the record, ‘pleasure beach’ means ‘blackpool pleasure beach’ and is an amusement park,.

warnings; nope, a few sexual references but that is it.

Being awake at this time in the morning, was not Thomas’ idea of a fun start to the day. Especially not, when every time he almost managed to drift off, he was jerked awake by the overwhelming boom of jets taking off above his head. Twisting uncomfortably in his car seat, he turned to face his friend, eventually giving up on catching up on sleep altogether, and letting his seat move back up to its normal position from the reclined state he’d put it in.

Minho was glancing at his phone, scrolling through instagram, occasionally letting his finger tap down to like a post as he came across them. A whine fell from Thomas’ lips from boredom, his friend glancing up at him with an eyebrow raised. “It’s only been forty minutes.”

“Forty minutes I could’ve still been in bed.” 

“Shut ya’ complaining up. You wanted to come for breakfast, and meet Newt’s friend.” Minho jabbed, the words teasing and Thomas pouted, huffing through his nose but his stomach rumbled at the thoughts of the pancakes he’d soon be stuffing down. 

“That was before I knew their flight landed at seven in th- oh, shit!” Thomas sat up straighter in his seat, leaning forward to look out of the window and the boy beside him looked up, attempting to look past him, but Thomas was practically filling the space.

“What are you mumbling about now?”

“Newt’s friend if fucking hot!” 

A chuckle, more like a cackle, fell from the Asian boy’s mouth as his friend turned to him, an eyebrow raised in question of his laughter. “Didn’t know you swung that way, Thoma- OW!” He rubbed at his arm, Thomas flashing him a sarcastic and toothy grin to follow the punch he’d delivered, but Minho’s eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of you out of the window. “His friend is a fucking chick?! You’d think he’d a’ mentioned that!”

The pair watched in wonder as you made your way over. Your arm was looped through Newt’s, his other hand pulling your suitcase along behind you as you gripped your carry-on tightly. A light sundress brushed at the middle of your thighs, waving lightly in the breeze, shifting with each step you took. A denim jacket was sitting on your shoulders, shiny hair flowing around your shoulders in loose waves. 

You were laughing at something Newt had said, your smile bringing more warmth and light than the early morning sun itself, and though he couldn’t hear it, Thomas already knew the sounds of your laughter was going to be sweeter than honey. The two couldn’t even school their stares as you made it to the car, luckily for them, you were too distracted making your way to the back of the car to place your case int he trunk, but Newt had noticed. He shot them both a glare and a scowl, waiting for Minho to press the button on his driving wheel to open the boot, and the aforementioned boy fumbled to find the button, both Thomas and Minho looking at each other in shock.

Just like that, the morning seemed much more bearable. 

The doors quickly opened once the slam of the trunk had sounded, and finally, the muffled voices and gentle laugh reached his ears as you settled into the car, Newt following on the other side and you dipped your head as you clicked your seatbelt into place. Turning in their seats, both the boys from the front seats were looking at you with wide grins when you looked up and your eyes widened, Thomas’ heart jumping as you gave them a soft smile.

“Let me guess, Minho-” You held your hand out to him, and the boy seemed positively elated that you already knew his name, and hearing your accent up close, Thomas was already swooning. “-and you must be Thomas.” Your hand slipped into his gently, shaking it carefully and he was practically breathless as your attention was now on him, his fingers barely curling around yours. “Newt has been telling me all about you guys.”

“Good things, I hope?” He was honestly surprised by his own ability to form words, and Newt rolled his eyes as Thomas continued to stare at you, Minho turning in his seat and starting the car. 

“Oh, absolutely not. All the fun things.” You shot him a wink and a blush rose to his cheeks. Thomas turned in his chair and sank back into his seat as the car raced, and even over the music of the radio playing his ears were tuning in on the little conversations you were having with Newt, and he ignored the scenery flying past him outside of the window, choosing instead to catch cheeky glimpses of you in the mirror. 

He had barely registered the journey that brought them to the diner they were now at, and he was jerked from his day-dreaming as the car came into a sudden braking thanks to Minho’s awful parking skills. You were shooting from the car fist, happily stretching your arms above your head as you popped and clicked joints, stretching out muscles that had already been cramped from a plane, and re-cramped in the car.

“I’m assuming there’s no chance of a full-English fry up here.” You turned to Newt, a coy grin on your face as he rounded the car, and Newt shook his head.

“Unfortunately not, but I promise I’ll make you one during your trip. I will make you all your favourites from home at some point.” He promised, and your arm linked through your blond friends and Thomas’ brows furrowed. 

“What’s on a ‘full-English fry up’?” He questioned, and you turned to him with a gasp, holding a hand over your heart in mock-offence, a smile pulling at his lips at your antics, and he held the door open for you gently as you stepped inside. 

“Only the best breakfast ever!” You grinned, and his eyebrows raised at your explanation, urging you to explain. “Well, you know, your basics. Eggs, toast, sausage, bacon..” 

“Sounds like an American breakfast to me.” Thomas questioned, and you settled into the booth opposite him, Newt sitting beside you and Thomas reached out a hand idly, pushing Minho up the worn leather of the seat as his attention remained glued on you.

“Yeah, but on an English breakfast, you also get fried mushrooms, grilled half-tomatoes, hashbrowns, bakes beans and black pudding.” You confessed, and he laughed at the sounds of it, taking the menu from the waitress with a smile as she handed them out around the table. Before he had a chance to ask further questions, the server before you was taking orders for drinks, and your attention was gone for a second. Newt ordered first, Minho following, before all eyes were on you. “Can I get a tea?”

“Iced tea with breakfast?” A heat rose to your cheeks, and Newt laughed beside you, looking at the back of the menu before turning to the waitress and ordering you coffee instead, and Thomas thought your blush might be the cutest thing he had ever seen, and you ducked your head to hide it from them all as he gave his own drinks order, hesitantly tearing his gaze from you as not to be rude. 

“Don’t worry love, I bought you teabags in preparation. You can have a proper brew when we get home.” You beamed at Newt, the blush coating your skin finally receding. 

“So, what’s black pudding?” Thomas finally voiced, and you took off into an explanation of anything and everything he could get you to talk about, asking you questions that he knew would earn him long answers, just so he could hear you talk more, the way you happily gestured with your hands and practically bounced in your seat as he asked you about your home. 

When the waitress had come back with your drinks, you hadn’t even looked at the menu to order food, and Thomas took a leap, ordering breakfast for you, a dish he was sure you’d like. And he was right, you had been ecstatic when the food had arrived, and you had enjoyed every bote of it, your plate cleared as you sat with your hands on your stomach, head resting on Newt’s shoulder with a happy smile on your face. 

“That was amazing, but now I need to pee. I am going to the loo.” You hopped up form the booth and Thomas watched as you went, soft cooing falling from his lips as you trailed away, the accents and the words you used were digging a path straight to his heart. He spun back to the table when a harsh slap landed on the back of his head, and Newt settled down into his seat again, a scowl on his face as Thomas whimpered and rubbed at the back of his head, Minho cracking up in laughter beside him. 

“Will you stop drooling all over my mate?” He muttered, and Thomas shrugged, a bashful smile appearing on his lips. 

“I can’t help it!” He took a sip of his coffee, Newt’s eyes sealed on him in a glare. “She’s super pretty and her accent is just.. so cute.” 

“Aye, you twat! I’m pretty! My accent is cute, too!” He muttered, and both of the American boys cracked up at the protest. He shared a look with the dark-haired boy beside him, both of them shaking their heads at the look they shared as Thomas snorted in laughter.

“She makes it work.” Thomas confided, holding his hands up in surrender as Newt only scowled even further, and soon, you were making your way back over to the table, none the wiser of what the three males had been discussing.

“So, what did you want to do today, on your first day in the States?” Minho questioned his arms folding on the table as he leaned forward and you tapped at your chin, humming as you thought it over. 

“You got any roller coasters around here?”

“You remember the last time we went to a theme park together, love?” Newt nudged at your side, and Thomas unscrewed the bottle of water held lifting it to his lips as you grinned, nodding happily in agreement. 

“Pleasure Beach!”

Thomas choked on his water as the words left your mouth, his eyes wide as he looked at you, and it didn’t help when you placed a hand between his shoulder blades rubbing carefully as you looked over at him in concern. Newt, however, had a cheeky grin on his face that was hidden for you view just for Thomas to see. 

“Yeah, Pleasure Beach. You really went hard that day, you were exhausted!” Newt chimed, and Thomas’ face was red as he spluttered, assuring you he was okay through deep breaths as he finally cleared his airways. 

“God, yeah!” Your touch finally left him, and Thomas rubbed at his chest, lungs sore from all the impromptu coughing. “My hips were so sore! I was covered in bruises from being thrown about so rough, but it was so much fun!”

Thomas felt like he was about to hyperventilate, and he was sure it must be showing on his face as you looked at him with concern and Newt was looking like he was going to pass out from choking down his laughter for much longer, and finally, Newt took pity on him. “Theme parks are just so fun! I miss that one!” He shot his blond friend a glare for his antics, and Thomas shuffled awkwardly, the heat covering his body was making him uncomfortable and he was happy to see Minho making his way back over with your access bands to the park, effectively distracted Thomas. 

Pushing his sunglasses down over his nose, Thomas decided that if nobody could see his eyes, then he was free to look at you as much as he liked until he had to take them off for rides. You were already bounding happily forward, Minho leading you all as he held out a park map before him. 

Somehow, he had already managed to Google the rides, and had found a pen from somewhere to circle the rides he wanted or go on. Thomas on one side of you, Newt on the other, and he was certainly unprepared when he felt your hand slip around his arm, fingers resting on the crook of his elbow as you hold yourself between the two boys. You were following their friend, who was bouncing along happily as he guided you toward the first ride, and you turned to Thomas with a grin, his eyes scanning over your face as his brows rose from behind his glasses in question. “So, how does a nice guy like you know a scouser like Newt then, Tommy?”

“A what?” Thomas grinned, his heart skipping in joy at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips but the term you used to refer to his friend was too funny to ignore, and your fingers tightened on his arm as you spoke, his bare skin stretching under your fingers as he flexed slightly. 

“I’m not a scouser, you slapper.” He grumbled, and a loud laugh fell from your lips as you turned to him, removing your hand from his arm and flicking at his ear, to which Newt returned the gesture with a grin. 

“I’m so confused. You’re not even speaking English.” He mumbled under his breath, and though you didn’t bother holding onto Newt again, you turned to Thomas with a sly smile, your arm curling around his a little more as you moved into his side. 

“Actually, we are speaking English. Real English.” You teased, and his head tipped to the side as you came to a halt at the entrance to a queue Minho was standing before, and Thomas dipped his head slightly, lips brushing your ear as Newt was distracted when walking forward toward the crowd of waiting people. 

“I think it’s pretty cute, actually.” 

You raised a brow at him as he pulled back, a smirk on his features as he guided the two of you into the queue, and your hands slipped down from his bicep, both of them now resting on his forearm, the two of you speed-walking to catch up with your friends. The second you arrived, Newt turned to you, subtly pointing out a man standing out in the line of people ahead of you. He had a bad orange spray-tan, his hair slicked back as a pair of oversized and obnoxious sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose. 

He looked like he was wearing the wardrobe of a spring-breaker that would roofie a girl’s drink, and you scoffed at his attire, your eyes glistening when you glanced up at Thomas. “My man over there looks like a right roadman. The sort who’s bird calls everyone ‘babes’ and has a lot of grow-out on her falsies, and they probably argue over whether they’re gonna’ watch the footy or corrie every night.” 

Newt burst out in laughter at your words, and both Thomas and Minho’s eyebrows furrowed at your words, jaw hung as the two of you cracked up, watching as you doubled over, clutching at your bellies. “I bet you a tenner his name is either John, Colin or Scott.”

“I’d take that deal!” You joked, the group shuffling forward, and though he hadn’t understood a single word you had said, Thomas was beaming just hearing the sounds coming from your mouth. 

As you progressed, you had sat next to him on most of the rides you encountered, and as you had been walking around, you had ended up pressed closer and closer to Thomas, the park getting bigger and crowds getting tighter. You were pressed up against him in the queues, your front up to his and his arm wrapped around your shoulders, questions flying from each of your mouths as you got to know one another. 

You screamed with joy each time the coasters went over a loop, your fingers looping through Thomas’ and squeezing tightly anytime you when over a steep drop, your eyes closed as your giggles were lost on the rush of air but he still heard them, and he wasn’t sure if his stomach was clenching from riding all the coasters or whether it was simply from your flushed cheeks, slightly messy hair and wide grin. 

Minho was surprisingly the first to cave, the athlete deciding that it was definitely time to eat, and nobody had disagreed. You had found a place to eat, different places to buy food lining the large outdoor seating area, like an outdoor food-court, and you quickly settled on where you wanted to buy your food from. 

Minho had gone first, ordering such a large amount of food your eyes had widened and Thomas laughed at your shock, because it was shocking, and yet or was even more shocking that the boy would eat it all and still be hungry in time for an evening meal. Newt followed him up, the two decided they were going to go and find a table and you were up next. You smiled at the person behind the counter, leaning up to speak your order.

“Can I get a hotdog - just ketchup, chips and a lemonade?” The person’s brows furrowed at your request, and Thomas opened his mouth to correct you, but the person had already left to assemble your order and his jaw clamped shut, perhaps it wouldn’t turn out so bad. 

He was wrong.

You were given your hotdog, but you had been a little thrown when you were handed the bag of chips and the plastic bottle of lemonade, and Thomas saw the disappointment flicker over your face, cursing at yourself under your breath and he frowned, watching as you just handed over your money and took the food, telling Thomas you’d meet him at the table. He was next up, and his eyes scanned over the menu, settling on making this right. 

“One hotdog, two fries and two sodas, thanks.” The person hurried away, and he watched as you settled down beside Newt, huffing as the boy laughed at your bitter drink and a bag of ‘crisps’, clearly not the meal you had been intending to get. He struggled to balance the food in your arms, and he collapsed down into the last uncomfortable metal seat left, pushing a cardboard-cup of soda and a portion of fries across to you, your eyes flicking from the food to him. 

“For me?”

“I saw you order the wrong stuff, and then you were all disappointed. You’re too cute to frown.” He teased, and Newt scoffed, rolling his eyes as Minho gagged.

“Hey! When I ordered the wrong things for months when I first arrived you never bought me food!” Newt mumbled, and you laughed, awwing at him and pinching his cheek. 

“Guess you’re just not as cute as me, g. Better luck next time.” You joked, and he slapped at your hand, smirking at you as he reached over and took a handful of your fries, at least half, your eyes widening as he dropped them onto the plate beside his cheeseburger. “Oi, you gypsy bastard! Those were mine!” 

You scowled, shaking your head and Minho shoved a mouthful of his first hotdog into his mouth as he watched the exchange. “You two should come with subtitles.”

Thomas wasn’t paying attention to Minho, instead, he tipped some of his portion of fries into yours, evening the amounts up and you caught him at the last moment, turning to him as Newt began to try and translate some of the slang to Minho. “You’re so cute.”

Thomas’ cheeks flushed at your words, and he adjusted the sunglasses on his nose to try and hide it, but you reached out carefully to pull them from his face, your eyes sparkling in the sunlight as you looked at him. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his cheek, your touch lingering there and he only reddened further at the touch. With a wink, you pushed his sunglasses onto your own face, a small smirk tugging at his features. 

You finally lifted your hotdog, biting into it carefully and licking the ketchup from the edge of your mouth, his eyes glued to the way your tongue moved to flick over the sauce, and you moaned happily as you ate the food. “Oh my God, this is peng.”

“Told you that you’d like the food here. Even if it is street vendors.” Newt chuckled, and you nodded happily. 

“So much better than the crap served from carts on the Manc streets. Reminds me of the home-cooked food you get at the street markets at Christmas.” You muttered, gleefully tucking into your food. Surprisingly, Minho had finished before any of you, and was raring to get back out there, he had been waiting to go on the water slide rides, and you finally agreed. You spent the afternoon drenched, water dripping from the tips of your hair as you went on every water-themed ride there was, sending the afternoons wandering the park in the sun to dry out, until eventually you had been removed when the gates were closing. 

You had all collapsed back into Minho’s car, heading over to the hotel in which you would be staying. As you pulled up, you had noticed an arcade across the road, and you’d turned to the boys excitedly, your eyes glistening as you silently pleaded with them and Thomas had to resist the urge to turn to you, deciding to make you wait for a moment as he watched you practically bounce in your seat.

Pulling into the hotel car park, Minho turned off the car and finally, he let himself turn to look at you, your lip clamped between your teeth and Newt finally turned off his phone, tucking it into his pocket as he looked up at you, brows raised.

“What’s got you looking like an eight year old on Halloween night?” He questioned, a pout forming on your lips at his insult but you never dulled your excitement. 

“There’s an arcade across the road.” Newt hummed in false disinterest, his arm stretching out across the back of the seat behind you, and he hummed casually, a small smirk on his face as you whined. “I really want to go. Can we please?”

“Not me you have to convince, love.” Newt gestured to Thomas and Minho in the front seat, and he caught your eyes, watching as you smiled at them softly. 

“Minho I bet they have lots of cheap food and bumper-cars so you can drag Newt onto them and give him whiplash.” You tried, the boy agreeing immediately, while the grumbling blond beside you pinched your arm lightly. Your gaze finally met his, your eyelashes fluttering as you leaned forward, smiling at him sweetly and he was already breaking. “Tommy, will you pretty please come to the arcade with me?” 

He huffed out at your statement, you must know exactly what you were doing to him because he struggled to hold his gaze with yours and not let his eyes flick down to your lips, a blush crawling along his cheekbones and he nodded gently. Licking over dry lips, he let them tilt up in a lop-sided smile. “Sure, sweetheart.”

You had been thrilled when he agreed, a toothy smile revealed as you cheered happily, hands immediately going to find the clip for your seatbelt as you freed yourself from the car, your feet hitting the tarmac lightly. You were practically skipping, but you didn’t rush the boys, instead choosing to wait patiently as they freed themselves from the vehicle, discussing the plans for the evening and how long they would stay. 

Rounding toward them, Thomas watched as you sidled up behind their little cluster, his fingers twitching in surprise when the tips of yours skimmed across his palm, your fingers lacing through his as your other arm wrapped around his bicep, and he turned to look down at you carefully as he wove his fingers with yours. 

“It’s cold.” You whispered the explanation and he smirked, tugging you around to his front to stand closer to his chest. 

“I got you, sweetheart, we’ll be inside soon, anyway.” He grinned, dipping his head to brush his lips against your forehead before Newt cleared his throat, and he snapped back up to his full height, his body stiffening as he blushes and looked at his less than amused friend, and a chuckle left your lips as your hand tightened around his own.

“Can we please go to the arcade now?” You questioned, and Newt reached out a hand to ruffle at your hair as he laughed teasingly, nodding his head as you set off on the journey to cross the road. 

Thomas was right, it was warm when you stepped into the loud arcade, the warmth washing over his skin and he shivered happily as he was embraced in the atmosphere. Lights flashed brightly from all the different games while the tunes and jingles to attract you to each machine melded in the air, sounds of winning and losing complimenting them, and the music playing from the speakers was barely audible.

Clasping a hand down on the fabric of Newt’s shoulder, Minho marched him towards the foot stand he’d just spotted. “Loser is buying the food!” He announced, the blond complaining as he asked Minho how he could possibly still be hungry as their bodies slipped away into the crowds. 

Your face pushed into his bicep, and Thomas looked down at you gently as you muffled your laughs. “The real question is, how does someone lose at bumper cars?” You asked, and Thomas let his own chuckles mix with yours as he thought it over, eventually shrugging at you as he looked around the place. “So, what first?”

“You wanted to come here, it’s your choice, sweetheart.” He beamed, and you shook your head at him, nibbling on your bottom lip as you spied an empty game, and your grip on his arm tightened as you drew his attention to it, his brows furrowing. “The basketball one?” You nodded, dragging him over to a change machine as you fished through your bag for your purse, and he closed his hand over yours gently. “I got us.”

Pushing a note into the machine, he grabbed one of the paper tubs and placed it under the dispenser as coins began to jingle and fall free from the metal box. Your lips pressed to his cheek, a bashful grin taking over his features as he looked at you. The minute the coins had stopped falling, he snatched the little cardboard pot, holding it out to you as you took in your hands happily. 

Guiding him over to the game, you pushed the coins into the slots, the game lighting up with flashing colours as instructions appeared on the screen, and the first ball came rolling down the ramp toward you. The basket soon started sliding back and forth, and you aimed carefully, the speed picking up as more balls rolled down the ramp toward you, gathering up as you still tried to aim, shooting the first ball and it bounced off of the rim, bouncing back toward you and landing on the metal slab. 

Before you could pick up another one, however, the sound of a horn blaring echoed through the room, and all the balls slid away as red flashed along the sides, flashing and taunting you for your loss and you pouted at the machine as it red a score of zero. A total of no tickets coming from the machine for your pitiful attempt made you turn toward him with a pout and he tried to suppress his laugh at your sad attempt.

“Here, why don’t you try again.” He pushed another coin into the machine as he moved to stand behind you, sliding his hands down your arms as he pressed his front flush up to your back. His hands closed over yours, guiding you to pick up the first ball that was rolling toward you and he pulled your arms back, leaning your bodies before shooting it perfectly, your hands clasped in his as it sank straight through the hoop, and you cheered happily.

The movements of the hoop sliding back and forth began to speed up and you reached for another basketball, his hands once again guiding yours as the ball flew forward, once again going through the hoop and you cheered in his grasp as you settled further into him. You didn’t achieve every shot, but you got almost all of them, and he was thrilled watching you excitedly wait for the tickets to dispense themselves from the machine for your taking. “You’re fantastic.”

He smiled, your hand finding home with his again and he looked down at your intertwined hands, before dragging his gaze back up to yours, the lights in the room flashing on your skin and lighting you up beautifully. “Nah, that was all you. You just had a bad first try.”

You gave him a gentle smile as you shook your head at him, before insisting that he choose the next game. 

After that, you had continued to take turns, the collection of tickets gathering up in your arms as you moved from console to console, trying everything. You had even managed to drag him onto one of the dance machines, his feet getting tangled at he tried to move. It wasn’t his fault he was distracted as he watched you jump out, singing the lyrics and losing yourself in the moment as you beat him with no struggle. 

By the time Newt and Minho had found you, the two of you were leaning against a claw game giggling as his hand over yours tried to snatch a teddy bear from a machine, his other arm sealed tightly around your waist, fingers splayed across your stomach and his chin balanced on your shoulder. 

“What are you two up to, then?” The British voice rang out, and you both turned to him, briefly, noises of complaints leaving you when the toy you had grasped slipped from the claws just before falling to the door where you could retrieve it. 

“Damn, Newt! I almost had one of these shite little bastards, you ruined it!” You muttered, and the blond laughed as he looked at the both of you. 

“How much money have you spent on the claw machine?” He shrugged, neither of you wanting to divulge how much your pride had really cost you as you’d insisted you would get it. With a shake of his head, he told you that it was time to go, and to Thomas’ surprise, you haven't argued. 

“Can we go exchange our tickets first?” You questioned him, and Newt glanced down at the handful of red tokens in reams that you held up to show him. With a nod, you were quickly bounding away, and Newt’s eyes narrowed at Thomas once you had left. 

“You seemed cosy.” He questioned, and Thomas’ mouth dry as he searched for words to use in response to his friend, but all that left his lips was a grunt, everything seeming to slip away from him in that moment. “Just don’t be a twat about it, alright? She deserves a nice guy.”

“I am a nice guy..” Thomas muttered, his frown turned into a scowl as the Brit finally smiled at him, shoving his shoulder lightly. 

“Well, are you going to go and help her pick out her prizes or not? If someone doesn’t monitor her then she’ll buy a lot of candy and be up all night.” With a roll of the eyes, Thomas suppressed his smile until he had turned away from the two boys, Newt’s approval ringing in his head as he made his way to find you. By the time he reached you, you were already accepting the paper bag with your rewards in, and he raised his eyebrows as you balanced it in your arm.

“Look what I got us!” You fished out two keychains, both with a globe sitting on the bottom and his eyebrows raised. “We can have matching keychains, so even when I’m on the other side of the globe, you can still think of me. Newt’s crazy friend.” You chuckled, holding one out to him and he took it in his fingers, twirling it softly in his palm.

“Crazy cute friend.” He muttered, dipping his nose to bump the tip against yours in thanks for your gift and you smiled, nuzzling your own back against him. 

“I got Newt this crappy union jack keychain, so he remembers his roots. Very important. And I got Minho this hotdog keychain. I don’t think that needs much of an explanation.” You showed him each of the items before dropping them back into the bag, and his arm looped around your shoulder as he guided you back to the other two so you could give them the trinkets you had won for them, both of whom were more than happy with their gifts.

The walk across the road was quick but cold, and Minho was jingling his car keys in his fingers, trying to put the hotdog, which he had promptly name ‘Harry’ onto the objects, before Newt had told him to hurry up so they could get your bags from the car and not have to wait in the cold anymore. 

You were left standing on the concrete outside of the hotel with Thomas, and he ran his hands up and down your arms in a bid to keep you slightly warmer as the other boy’s disappeared from view. He wasn’t sure how, but in the mere half a day you had been here, you had already managed to find your way straight to his heart, and he didn’t even care. He hated the sinking feeling in his stomach about the fact that in a month you would be leaving him again, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to make the absolute most of the month he would get to spend with you. 

He was too busy admiring you to notice that your attention had turned from your friends to him, until your voice calling out to him had snapped him from his dazing, and heat crawled up his cheeks as he grinned. 

His hands slowed their movements, slipping under the denim of your jacket to sit on the thin material of your dress, the heat from your skin radiating out into his palms, and your own arms looped around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him until your fronts were pressed together. He was nervous, his heart racing, until suddenly you pushed up onto your tiptoes, your lips meeting his softly and he let out a sighed-moan against your lips as the action he had been wanting to do with you for the past six hours at least, finally became a reality.

Your movements were slow and cautious at first, lips pressing subtle pecks to his own as you both grew bolder, his hands sliding around to sit on your back under your jacket, pulling you tighter to his body as your head tilted to the side. Your fingers found their way to scratching and playing with the shorter hairs on the back of his neck as the tips of his own dug into your skin, a needy whine falling from him. 

Tracing your tongue along the seam of his lips he had happily parted them for you, the muscles sliding and dragging together as you swallowed the gentle moan the other released the air around you both seeming to crackle and tingle with energy, and it was like the cold no longer mattered, or even existed. You hummed happily against him, letting him explore between your cheeks with his tongue as you did the same to him, and his lips slid wetly over yours as he pulled back, panting and flushed from the exchange. 

Your lips were red and swollen, parted slightly as you sucked in ragged breaths like he did, and he smiled, his eyes sliding shut as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Why is all the emphasis on french-kissing when British girls kiss like that?” He was breathless as he spoke, and you giggled at his words, shaking your head fondly and pecking his lips, a groan falling from him at the small exchange.

“I think this is going to be a great vacation.” He smirked at your words, one of his hands sliding down until the tips of his fingers were brushing against your ass, nodding slightly and he dragged his lips against yours again, just enough to tease.

“Yeah, it is. I promise.” With that, his lips sealed over yours again, his tongue pushing past your lips to play with your own again and something between a squeak and a moan in surprise left you, and Thomas decided he loved that sound. Relaxing into him again, he held you tightly, willing himself to build up the courage to full slip his hand down onto your ass, but a familiar voice shouting at him snapped you both apart in a startled jump, your lips smacking at the parted.

“She’s been here fourteen bloody hours, get your hand off her ass and your tongue outta’ her mouth!” Thomas held his hands up, beaming cheekily at his friend before shrugging. 

“Dude, she is hot. I can be held accountable.” He joked, the look dropping from his face as Newt made to dash towards him, and he placed a quick peck to your lips before bolting away from the blond who was now chasing him.

“Come back here, you wanker!” You turned to Minho, who was standing with your bags, and still struggling to get the hotdog charm into his kets, and you held your hand out for him to give it to you, and you slipped it on in moments, his jaw gaping as you did.

“You’re more useful than Newt, can we keep you instead?” He joked, and you laughed lightly, watching the two boys chase one another around the car park. 

“You know, I might just stick around for a while.”

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Midnight at the Pick n’ Save

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 5,491

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing, police mention (is that weird?)

Author’s note: Is this any good? I don’t know but I like it. Lemme know if it sucks though, I’ll make a note.

Tag List: @hotstuffhargrove @carolimedanvers @casaharrington @thechickvic @alex--awesome--22 @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @hipsmcgee @ashescilev @so-not-hotmess @balladblood

There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins on weekends, especially during summer break. You could spend the day at the mall, go the pool or the movies, maybe drive out of town to the lake. The fourth of July carnival was the biggest thing the town could look forward to. Maybe someone would throw a party if their parents went out of town or someone’s older brother would buy them a keg from a couple towns over, which would get hoisted into the forest to party out there. That was the extent of excitement the town could muster.

And so, if you had a car and a few friends, cruising was an optimal night time activity. With your music turned up on the stereo and your windows pulled down, the wind whipping your hair around you and your friend’s hair, you could look over your tiny town without much care, laughing and talking with your friends. It was a simple thing, but on a good night it was fun. You could find out a lot from driving around. You always found somebody out at night, and they could tell you about a party a town over or a rumour freshly founded or even just where some cooler people were hanging out.

That Saturday, you’d planned to go cruising with your friends. It was careful procedure. You had to do your makeup and your hair and choose clothes that, when combined, made you look effortlessly cool and hot while still be casual. It was Stacy’s turn to drive, so you had all evening to prepare yourself. Now, this wasn’t exactly an intense procedure, it wasn’t prom or anything. There was no intense grooming pattern. You took down your ratty perm from the low ponytail you’d had it in all day and fluffed it up a bit. You touched up your makeup from earlier in the day, choosing a purple lip gloss, just for fun. You changed into your favourite jeans and a clean, sweat free tee shirt.  You grabbed your jean jacket, even though it was probably unnecessary for the humid night. You were last on the pickup list, living on the more diverse side of the town. That wasn’t a problem though, since Stacy would force Tina and Heather to sit in the very back since it wouldn’t be ideal to shove your ass in the backseat while someone else begrudgingly held the front seat.

The sound of Stacy’s horn blaring through your open window signalled your rush downstairs, pulling your purse off the railing, shoving your feet into your shoes, and rushing out the door before your mother could even say goodbye.

Stacy had the windows rolled all the way down and the roof down on her mother’s cherry red convertible. Tina and Heather were lounging in the back, the latter who was pouting dramatically in the far right seat, behind the driver. You popped open the door and slid inside.

“What’s the plan, girls? Anything happening?” you asked with a giddy grin, slamming the door behind you.

“Haven’t heard anything yet but there’s hope. According to Macy, Andy Withers’ parents are out of town. He’ll probably have a few friends over, which’ll turn into something to check out.” Tina explained from the back, tossing her right arm over the back of the white leather seat.

“I don’t care where we go, as long as I get five minutes alone with Billy. Gimme five minutes and he’s mine.” Heather added from her own seat.

“You’re still into that guy?” You asked, turning to Stacy who rolled her eyes and nodded. Heather had been into the new guy since she started working with him at the public pool. She’d spent the whole school year scoffing at his attempts to charm anything with tits, herself included. But the second she started spending her afternoons with him shirtless and sweaty, all bets were off. Heather had fallen lusty head over lusty heels for the guy. And Billy Hargrove didn’t give a rat’s ass about her. He didn’t give her the time of day, he barely acknowledged her outside of work. But whatever he was doing at work was enough for her to embarrass herself over him consistently.

Asking anything about Billy was a bad idea. You had just made a fatal error.

“Uh, obviously Y/N, I mean have you seen the guy?” Heather asked dramatically.

“Yeah I have I-” it didn’t matter what you said; Heather was going to talk over you. Like right now.

“He’s soooo fucking hot! I mean his abs and his arms and his cute little butt and his fucking smile? Have you seen his smile? I swear that man was crafted by the devil himself! God, what I wouldn’t give for just a piece of him, just a night! With him breathing in my ear and grunting in his gravelly voice oh my god! I could die and go to heaven right now!” Heather rambled, her head falling onto the back seat, long brown hair blowing up in the wind and heavily made up eyes squeezed tight, a giddy smile scrunching up her face.

You looked to Stacy, whose face had pulled into a grimace. “Ugh, Heather, can you reign in your hormones, the whole car’s gonna stink like fish if you keep this up.” She groaned, causing Tina grimace herself.

“Ew, Stace, do you have to be so nasty?” she cried, sliding his lime green tinted sunglasses up onto the top of her head. Heather reached up and smacked Stacy upside the head.

“Hey! No hitting the driver! Do you want me to crash this thing?!?” Stacy yelled, whipping around to sneer at Heather, who was giggling evilly from her seat, hands coming up to cover her mouth.

“Hey, no fighting you two.” You turned to Heather “We’ll keep an eye out for Hargrove and” you turned back to the front of the car “Tina will keep her out of your hair.” Heather gasped and Tina groaned, both utterly defeated and annoyed judging by their expressions in the rear view mirror.

Hawkins wasn’t exactly lively, but at night everything had a certain charm. When everything was a bit quieter and the lightening bugs were out, the stars flashing above you and the warm glow of the streetlights guiding your weaving way through town, you could almost call the tiny town beautiful. You shut your eyes, leaning your head against the back of your seat, letting the warm air brush your face and pull your hair into the air. It was a beautiful night, you almost didn’t want to find anything to do, this was sufficient for you.

Of course, when you’re least interesting in it, something decided to go down.

Stacy pulled up to the intersection on Main Street and the loud screams and clatter of another car full of teenagers pulled up next to yours. You peaked over, your eyes catching the annoyed look of Steve Harrington. His car was filled with the awful mix of Carol, Tommy H, Macy Clarke, and Mikey Wilson, all clambering to be the most annoying couple in the car.

“What’s happening?” Stacy called with a giggle, waving to Macy, who’d abandoned your little group to pal around with Mikey months ago. You secretly suspected he’d knock her up, since his dislike of condoms was known throughout the school and he’d knocked up two other girls. The big ‘A’ was a staple of being in any sort of relationship with that guy, even being his lab partner could end up with a girl at the clinic in Carmel, wondering how Mikey had gotten the money for the procedure. For now, Macy seemed happy, but you wondered how long it would last.

“Andy Withers’ brother bought him a keg! Apparently Billy’s gonna beat his keg record and anyone who challenges him! Free beer and Andy’s brother’s got his plug in, weed too!” Carol called, unlatching her lips from Tommy’s neck long enough to explain the night’s excitement.

“Harrington’s gonna beat that fucker’s record!” Mikey called, slapping the beleaguered driver’s shoulder. Steve winced, although you suspected it wasn’t from the smack Mikey had given him.

You had, unintentionally, been his first rebound after his disastrous breakup with Nancy Wheeler, an intense and intensely awkward few weeks of dating that ended with him dumping you to chase after Stacy for the rest of the year. You had taken a chance on the heartbroken kid, who in turn promised not to hurt you. And then he went around and made you hate him in one swift move. You could’ve killed the kid, luckily Stacy shoved him off at every advance and assured you that he wasn’t worth the effort.

The glare you were shooting him could’ve killed a man. It should’ve killed him. You suspected it slowly was.

“See you guys there!” Stacy called as the light turned green and Steve shot off like a bullet. Stacy was quick to follow, much to the rest of the car’s delight. You weren’t super excited to be heading to some shitty party that the cops would break up in an hour. Heather would find her way to the front of the crowd to watch Hargrove sweat and drool all over the keg and then waste beer to assert his masculinity, and then like clockwork, he’d ignore her and she’d spend the rest of the night whining about it. Stacy and Tina would find some guys to glom onto and you’d be left in the corner, nursing a beer, stuck at that dumb party until the cops showed, and then you drive your drunk friends’ home.

What a great night.

Even worse, stupid Andy Withers lived like, five minutes from where you were, so you didn’t even have time to convince your dumb friends to turn back. Stacy parked a bit down the road, for the safety of her mother’s expensive car, and you began the short trek to his house, following the blasting music.

“Alright ladies, let’s split up and find some fun, we meet at the car when the cops come, anyone not there gets left behind. Y/N has the keys.” Stacy handed you the keys by their lucky rabbit’s foot keychain and you pocketed them. Stacy’s tight denim skirt had no pockets and the others weren’t trusted to drive stick shift.

Stacy and Tina paired off, probably spotting the Gardner twins, Zach and Matt, who they’d been desperate to get with all year, something about wanting to compare and see if they truly were identical. Heather rushed out to the backyard, to find the keg and hopefully Billy.

For some reason, you decided to follow Heather. Something about that scene sounded more intriguing than sitting in the living room, watching people dry hump. Watching Hargrove kick Harrington’s ass at something would be pretty fun.

Except, when you got outside, Harrington was in the air and people were screaming. “Come on buddy, you’ve almost got him!” you heard Tommy H scream, holding up half of his body. You furrowed your brow, finding Heather in the crowd and taking up the spot next to her. Steve tapped out a few seconds later, right as the crowd cheered wildly. He must have beat Billy’s record, not that you knew what it was.

“You tied him man, you didn’t beat him.” Mikey said as Steve’s feet hit the ground. Steve nodded, breathing hard as he stepped back, gesturing to Billy to take the place in front of the keg.

“Come on Hargrove you can beat him.” Tommy cried, pushing Billy into position. The ladies of the crowd cheered wildly and, with a shrug, Billy slapped the keg and Tommy and Mikey lifted Billy up by his ankles. The crowd started counting out the seconds as he lasted thirty, forty, fifty seconds, then a minute. According to Heather, to beat the record he still had another forty seconds to go to meet the record. And by the looks of him, Billy was already giving in.

“Come on Hargrove!” you screamed, turning everyone’s attention on to you, including Billy, who made a noise of confusion. You found his eyes as he lifted his head slightly. You mouthed ‘drink up bitch’ at him, giving a small nod.

“Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, one forty! Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five-” the crowd called. Billy slapped the can and Tommy and Mikey dropped him. He spit out a massive mouthful of cheap beer, slapping his chest as the crowd cheered. Steve slinked away and Heather ran to congratulate him. You took that as your cue to wander back inside. You shoved your hands in your pockets, starting your quest for the singular drink you were gonna be able to have since you were going to have to drive the whole team home. Winding your way into the kitchen and into the fridge, you found a can of diet Tab, not exactly your poison but it would to the trick to keep you occupied while you waited for the cops to show. You grabbed a red plastic cup and poured the drink in, pausing as it fizzed to hold the cup over the sink and then tossing the can away, heading back into living room to watch the scene go down. Someone was blasting Prince in the room and its rug had turned into a dance floor for horny teens. You watched the crowds grind and rock against one another with a bored expression, crossing your arms over your chest, taking occasional sips from your plastic cup, trying not to cringe at the awful taste.

“Who left you all alone over here?” a husky voice breathed in your ear. You leaned back, snapping your head around to meet the eye of Billy Hargrove. He was looking you over with this look-you couldn’t explain it. His eyes were on fire and his tongue had lapped out of his mouth, running over his lower lip. He looked at you as though you were the coldest drink in the hottest desert and he was about to lap you up.

It made your stomach turn.

“Nobody leaves me anywhere. I chose to be here.” You huffed, turning your attention back to the crowd in front of you. You found Tina and Stacy, who had indeed found The Gardner twins and had somehow gotten them to dance. Well, to stand there while the two grinded into them as the twins grinned like fools down at them.

“Is that right?” Billy grinned, leaning into the space you’d made between you.

“That’s right.” You replied. Stacy caught your eye and pulled away from whichever Gardner twin she’d chosen, saying something to him before bounding over to you.

“Hey, so me and Tina are gonna leave with Zach and Matty, can you make sure Heather gets home alright?” she asked, bouncing in her white New Balance’s.

“Heather can handle herself; I’ll tell her what’s happening. She’ll get home alright.” You reached into your pocket, pulling out the keys “Here, get those guys outta here before the cops bust this shit.” You said, jingling the keys in front of her face. Stacy grabbed the keys with a cheeky grin, nodding before rushing off towards the boys and Tina.

As if on cue, Andy Withers busted into the living room, screaming at the top of his lungs as someone cut out the music “The cops are coming!”

Everyone ran in different directions. Tina and Stacy grabbed the twins and busted out the back door through the kitchen, abandoning you and Heather as expected. You’d lost Heather after going inside and away from the keg, so the only hope of finding her was to get outside and hopefully meet her somewhere by the car.

“Well, good luck!” you said quickly, nodding to Billy before making a break for it, rushing the back door and hopping the fence. You cut between the houses and onto the sidewalk as the police van, sirens blaring, pulled up in front of the house and two annoyed looking cops climbed out. You caught sight of the bearded Officer Hopper, who you were already in shit with. You rushed off towards the red convertible, looking around frantically for Heather.

But Heather wasn’t here. Tina and Stacy rushed to the car. “Don’t be a drag, Y/N.” Tina whined, shoving you out of the way as they got in. You could’ve killed her. She was such a bitch sometimes. You found your balance again, making a break down the sidewalk, running as fast as you could.

The rumble of an engine pulling up to you startled you and you turned to see the blue Camaro and Billy Hargrove waving you over. “Get in, Y/N!” he called. You weren’t going to argue with fucking Hopper on your path and a yearlong grounding in store when your mother found out where you were. You got in without question. Billy sped off before you could even pretend to put on a seatbelt, heading as far away from the scene as possible.

“You know my name?” you blurted over the wind rushing through the open windows. You could’ve jumped out of the moving car right then and there. He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Yeah, course I do.” He replied simply.

You hadn’t realized that he had even noticed you before that night. Stacy, Tina, and Heather stole the spotlight most of the time. Stacy was the pretty popular one who boys adored, Tina always threw the year’s biggest rager, and Heather knew everything about everyone. You were just…their plus one most of the time. Sure, you brought the music and the quippy jokes, you held the sleepovers during the summers off and bought the ice cream when someone got dumped, but you weren’t the focus to outsiders. Your friends adored you, but the rest of Hawkins? They tended to forget that you existed. Even your parents forgot about you.

Billy dropped his speed significantly once you were away from the party, which was a bit of a disappointment to you. You’d just started to enjoy the ride. He seemed to be looking for something. You assumed it was a place to drop you off.

“You can just drop me at the Pick n’ Save.” You said softly, pointing out the spinning sign, illuminated under a dozen streetlamps. Billy grunted, pulling into the parking lot. You climbed out, mumbling a quick thank you, and made your way over to the curb. You expected him to speed off again, but he didn’t. Instead he watched you for a moment before parking his car and stepping out.

“What are you doing?” he asked incredulously.

You shrugged “Whenever we go to these stupid parties, it’s our rule that if we get separated we meet here. I never found Heather, so I have to wait to see if she shows up here.” You explained, taking a seat on the cold cement curb.

“What happens when she doesn’t show?”

“Then I go home. Heather’s a big girl, but if I don’t wait she’ll never let me here the end of it.” you replied, letting out a deep sigh through your nose.

Billy nodded, pulling his pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his red silk shirt, mostly unbuttoned and its short sleeves rolled up even higher. He pulled one from the pack and lit it, offer you one. You took it, even though you only smoked at parties, and lit it off the end of Billy’s, tagging a long drag.

“Safety only matters when I’m not there waiting…” you muttered on the exhale.

“You just gonna sit here, on the cold ass ground, waiting for someone who might show up?” Billy asked. You nodded. He nodded back dumbly, turning and heading to his car. You assumed he was leaving, but he pushing himself onto the hood of his car and slapped the spot next to him, motioning you over. You did as he asked, because you didn’t want a standoff to ensue with him.

“You don’t have to wait here with me.” You said, standing in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not gonna leave you here alone. Don’t need shit on my conscious if you get hurt.” He replied, smacking the spot again. You pushed yourself onto the hood, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them.

“So…what’s up with Tina and Stacy?” Billy asked.

“Huh?”

“The Gardner twins?” his voice was full of disgust. It made you laugh a little bit. His reaction wasn’t exactly far off: the twins were some of the worst people in Hawkins. They were crude and cruel, insensitive and just plain stupid.

“Oh I don’t know…they’ve had this thing about them since Tina’s Halloween thing…they want to know how identical, identical twins are. The Gardner’s are the only identical twins who fit their standards: boys and our age.” You explained, focusing on the moths hovering around the lights outside the building.

“Jesus…that’s fucking stupid.” Billy muttered, looking over to you. You looked so wide eyed and a little scared, it was cute.

“At least it’s a goal. And they achieved it. Better than some people...” You shrugged, turning to meet Billy’s eye. He looked embarrassed and turned away quickly. You turned away too, out of principle.

“What about Heather?” he asked.

“What do you mean what about Heather?” you countered, furrowing your brow.

“What’s her deal?” he replied.

“How do you not know?” Billy shrugged. “She’s been chasing after you all summer.”

Billy scowled “Oh yeah, I know about that. But why? She already got Harrington, isn’t that enough?”

“What?”

“You didn’t hear? After Harrington got dumped, he dated some girl for a bit, and then Heather jumped in. They got caught doing it in the locker room. Then he moved on to Tracey Knowles.” He told you.

You didn’t know what to say. Heather didn’t. She knew. She didn’t even really like him. She wouldn’t do that to you…

She totally would.

“That bitch…” you muttered to yourself.

“Huh?”

“I was the first girl. I was dating Steve after he got his ass dumped. And Heather fucked him. She fucked him for no fucking reason. I could kill her.” You cried, smacking the hood of his car violently.

Billy let out a low whistle “Wow…what a bitch…”

You nodded “Always has been.” Then, something dawned on you. “And now, she wants a full set. Why only have boned one of the most popular guys in school when you can have both?” you bit bitterly.

“You think?”

“I know. She’s a collector, just like Tina and Stacy. Just another notch on her lipstick case.” You replied.

“Damn…” he muttered. He almost looked offended, which was not your intended goal, but it was certainly shocking. Billy Hargrove never showed any emotions other than anger, annoyance, or vague amusement. He wasn’t shocked or hurt by anything. You guessed, that was until now.

“I mean…it’s a genuine want. If I have to hear about how hot you are one more time I’m gonna kill the girl.” You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing your covered arms as if you were cold.

“Yeah I don’t like her.” Billy said coldly.

“Oh.” You replied “Well then never mind.” You knocked the ash off the end of your cigarette, taking one final drag before dropping the butt off the side of the car, to burn out on the pavement.

“I’m not part of a matching set.” He added, equally bitter as before.

“I get it. Sorry I brought it up.” You replied defensibly.

You both went silent for a moment as Billy cooled down again. He spoke first. Maybe you were too quiet for him.

“It was a cool party, though, right up until the feds showed up. Andy knows how to throw a good party.” Billy commented into the dead air. You looked at him, completely bemused for a moment, unsure as to whether or not he’d truly fed into his ego or if he just didn’t know.

“Andy Withers parties suck.” You replied, eying him over to try to figure out how drunk he was. He looked distressingly sober.

“On what planet?!? Everybody was there!”  Billy countered with a laugh.

“Everyone was there because you were there. If you weren’t nobody would go except for a crowd of wannabes. They always get shut down so fast that they aren’t worth getting caught for.” You explained with a smirk.

“Yeah?” Billy said with a growing look of satisfaction.

“Yeah.”

Billy grinned, leaning back onto his windshield. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.” He said, pulling a second cigarette out of the pack, tossing the butt he’d been holding between his teeth at the farthest streetlight. “I mean that’s almost the teen dream.”

“What’s missing?” you asked, looking down at him. You’d  let go of your legs, letting them dangle over the hood and you leaned back on your palms, stretching your back.

“The girl.” He smirked, looking you over with the girl.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your dream girl? And don’t pull any of that shit where you try to get me to sleep with you by saying it’s me. That won’t happen.” You asked, lulling your head to the side to look him over.

“Lemme think then.” He said, leaving a massive pause as his face pulled into a firm line, squinting his eyes as though the process was taking some serious effort. It probably was: Billy had slept a majority of the population in Hawkins, it was even rumoured that he was sleeping with someone’s mom, although nobody could decide who it was.

“Samantha Baker.” He finally said quietly.

“Who?” you asked, thinking it over thoroughly. There was only one Samantha in your grade, Samantha White, who was the only punk left at Hawkins High. But the name sounded so familiar to you, you couldn’t place it at first.

And then it hit you like a freight train.

“Wait. Like Molly Ringwald’s character in 16 candles?!?” you cried, eyes going wide as the full moon hanging above you. Billy nodded far too confidently for what he had admitted and you couldn’t help from laughing your ass off.

His dream girl wasn’t a porn star or a rock star or even a Playboy bunny. It was sixteen year old Molly Ringwald. It didn’t make sense to you at all.

“Seriously? Why?” you asked, utterly shocked.

Billy shrugged, his confidence draining significantly. “I don’t really know I just…she really digs that guy, Jack or whatever, I like a girl who really likes me.” He said.

That made too much sense.

Your smile turned to a knowing smirk. “So, you like a girl who has no other personality or interests other than you?”

Billy’s expression soured “You don’t get it.” he mumbled.

“When did you even see that movie?”

His body curled away from you, suddenly turning very shy, which was not an expected bit of behaviour from the macho tough guy of Hawkins. “I took in a double feature at the Hawke with Carol.”

That didn’t make sense.

“When did you go out with Carol? Her and Tommy are the item of Hawkins High, they only break up once a semester-” then it hit you.

“Was it when Tommy had mono? Or when they broke up because Carol found out who he got mono from?” you asked. You felt like you were on Jeopardy, about win the Daily Double, excitement coursed through your veins.

Billy held up two fingers, signally that the second answer was correct. He cleared his throat before explaining himself “Tommy promised to take her and then they broke up and she was moping around so I said I would take her if we saw something I wanted to see too…”

“So you willing took Carol to see a romantic comedy?”

Billy nodded. You were very surprised. This was a very new side of Billy that you would have never in a million years expected to find underneath the sneering asshole who sped around town.

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart?” you laughed as Billy pulled a pouty, embarrassed and annoyed look.

“Don’t go spreading it around, I have a reputation to uphold.” He puffed out his chest with pride.

“Yeah sure.” You giggled, crossing an ‘x’ over your heart and holding up your right hand, a silent and solemn swear to not tell anyone.

“What about you? Who’s your dream guy?” he asked, pushing himself up onto one elbow, looking you over the same way you did to him.

“Oh I don’t know…I don’t really have one. I mean every girl likes Jake Ryan… I guess him.” You replied. You honestly didn’t have an answer. Heather’s latest dream guy was Bender from The Breakfast Club, Tina liked Tom Cruise, and Stacy weirdly adored Jay Gatsby. But you never really had a definitive answer. Jake Ryan was the closest thing you had.

“Who?”

“The guy from 16 Candles, you called him Jack.”

“Why him?” Billy scrunched up his face in disgust.

“Hm…because…well he’s hot for one thing.” Billy rolled his eyes at that comment, but you continued anyway “And because he really wants to be loved. He sees Samantha and, even though he knows almost nothing about her, he likes her. I guess I like him because he will see you when nobody else does.” You explained, more to yourself than to him.

Billy nodded and you believed, for the first time in the whole conversation, that he was actually listening. “So, you want a guy who does the bare minimum?” He replied coldly.

“Better than what I get from most guys. I’m usually forgotten in favour of Tina or Stacy.” That sounded more pathetic than you wanted to, but you didn’t try to take it back.

Billy let your words hang in the air, unsure of what to do with them. That was a bit too heavy for him to tackle, he didn’t know how. He’d be lying if he said he’d noticed you before tonight. But you caught his eye at the party and he intended to hold onto you for awhile longer, even if all he had was your attention and nothing else.

You chuckled to yourself, a thought coming to your mind “You know…if you want a girl to adore you and nothing else…Heather is that.” Billy looked to you with a scowl. You pressed on “She loses her personality with whatever guy she’s going with and assimilates to what they like. She’s like a chameleon or something. It’s really weird.”

“That makes Harrington Ryan or whatever.” Billy countered, leaning in closer with a cocky smirk that you found more charming than discomforting.

“Any reasoning beyond you trying to piss me off?” you asked, matching his expression.

“He wants exactly what that guy wanted. A serious relationship or whatever. The guy acts like he wants casual shit now, but everyone knows that he’s looking for a girl like his ex to settle down with.” He explained vaguely, gesturing off into the distance. “He’s like that guy but clueless.”

You scrunched up your mouth, humming an annoyed tune. “That’s…distressingly accurate.” You admitted, sighing softly “Maybe I don’t know what I want…”

“I know what I want.” Billy said.

“Yeah?” you asked, watching the lightening bugs begin to swirl around the car. You hadn’t noticed how dark it had gotten and how late it must have been. You’d definitely missed your curfew. But being grounded didn’t really matter to you now.

“I wanna kiss you.” You hadn’t realized how close he was until his hot breath fanned your neck once again.

You giggled softly “I’m not gonna hook up with you, Hargrove, I don’t even know you.”

“I didn’t ask for that…all I asked for was a kiss…” he was looking down at you through his lashes and his eyes were so blue. “All I want is a kiss…” And when he leaned down to kiss you, you didn’t pull away. Maybe you were bored or lonely or simply horny, maybe you were mad at Heather for treating you like shit, or maybe it was because Billy Hargrove was quite possibly the prettiest boy you’d ever met, but the kiss was the best you’d had thus far. You didn’t believe in the whole electricity, fireworks thing everybody else seemed to feel from kissing someone. But this was damn close. You didn’t want it to end. Neither of you did.

“Y/N you fucking bitch! I can’t believe you!” the shrill scream made you pull away.

Heather made it after all.

“Oh go screw Harrington again.” You yelled back, rolling your eyes at her stunned and angry face.  You pulled Billy back in for another kiss with a smirk, which he didn’t pull away from.

Sure, it was petty. But being petty with Billy’s lips attached to yours didn’t feel too bad.

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Color Palette

[Blurb XVI]

EXO Byun Baekhyun x Reader Summary: Five times you wore the same thing as Baekhyun, and one time you didn’t. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: College au, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: tbh this is kinda too long to be a blurb but oh well. This prompt came to me while on my way home, cause there was a guy in a very specific shirt and so I was like, huh, what are the chances someone else has that shirt.

Day 1: Monday

“Hello.”

I turn to guy next to me, just about to sit down, and smile. “Hi.”

“Nice shirt,” he notes, looking from mine to his own that was the same striking color as my bright yellow one. 

"I thought I ought to start this semester with some positivity," I confess, smiling sheepishly.

He laughed, nodding his head, "I decided to do the same too."

He sits down on the available chair next to me. Our teacher blabbers on about stardust.

I turn to the guy next to me, finding myself observing how his black hair brushed against his fair skin.

"My name is Baekhyun, by the way," he tells me without looking my way.

I feel my cheeks burn slightly, but I disregard it simply by telling him my name also.

Day 2: Wednesday

I heard a chuckle from behind me. 

"Ya, nice shirt."

It was Baekhyun, in an olive green hoodie, matching my olive green crop top.

"Hmm, did you buy your shirt at a boutique at the mall downtown?"

Baekhyun cocks his head to the side and pulls his head back, "Actually, I think this is from there."

"Then that explains a lot. "I nod, insinuating that we probably bought our clothes at the same place.

His expression fades to a smirk as he sits down next to me. I focus on my notebook. He watches as I brush my hair to the side.

"Green looks good on you," he says, making me turn to him. Our eyes meet. My brows involuntarily quirk up at his soft expression. "Uh... you too."

Day 3: Saturday

"Ya this is so creepy," I mutter under my breath. I hiss and hide behind my large friend. Chanyeol knits his brows cranes his neck over his shoulder. "Uh... what's happening?"

"It's Baekhyun."

"Who da heck?"

"My seatmate in social sciences! Whenever I see him, we're just always wearing the same colored top,"

Following this logic then, Chanyeol zeros in on whoever was wearing a grey sweater, or at least something grey. "The guy without a backpack?"

I narrow my eyes at his description and realize that Baekhyun is indeed the only one in his group without a backpack. At this point, I push Chanyeol and go to his side which was opposite to Baekhyun's.

"Honestly," Chanyeol sighs, "I don't get girls and same outfits."

"Uh, besides the fact he's a dude and yet we still probably shop at the same side of the mall?"

"I don't see the big deal; clearly, you're soulmates. You can borrow his clothes, easy-peasy."

"Chanyeol, I will cut you."

Baekhyun, amidst his hilarious repartee, finds himself looking back and frowning when he saw what he did.

Day 4: Monday

Alright, today is gonna be a day where we don't match. It's a brand new week.

Baekhyun was already sitting in his place wearing a: denim jacket.

That's great!

I'm wearing a neon purple blouse. Sure, I really demanded attention with it, but at least there was no way he could wear something so outrageous.

Victorious, I walked over to my seat and smiled sweetly, "Good morning."

He turned to me with half-opened eyes, clearly lacking a few hours of sleep. "Ya," he chuckled, scratching his yawn away. "Nice shirt."

I felt really smug, though he was most definitely teasing me.

He stretched his arms out. My eyes widened. What the hell was he wearing underneath?

"I didn't do the laundry and so I had no other choice but to wear this horrible thing." He opened his jacket, revealing the scary shade of neon purple. "I thought it was too much, so I hid it under denim. But then you walk in here and just look--"

"Like an imbecile."

"--smoking hot."

I give him major side eye, but break into laughter anyway.

"It's quite inspiring actually," he says, moving to remove his jacket.

For a second, I panic, because with him doing this, the world will be exposed witness to the fact we matched again today. But then I realize, Chanyeol's right. It's completely stupid to fuss over wearing the same thing as this guy. I mean, he was cute for goodness' sake!

I sigh, making myself relax.

"I guess we're soulmates."

I snort and shake my head, "you and Chanyeol seem to think so."

Baekhyun pouts, brows involuntarily lowering, "Was he the guy you were walking with?"

"You saw me?"

"Yeah... I was supposed to say hi, but your boyfriend might be the jealous type."

I snort yet again, "Chanyeol definitely is the jealous type, but he is not my boyfriend."

Baekhyun finds a soft smile again, "Soooo... if I ask you out, does that mean you'll say yes?"

"That depends, are you asking me out?"

Baekhyun hums and nods. I decide to tease him. "Well, that depends. It's a yes if we end up wearing the same thing tomorrow."

He is about to protest, but our teacher begins the lesson.

Day 5: Wednesday

Baekhyun is at a loss for words at far off figure moving closer.

"You look... you look good today," he immediately bombards the moment I walk up next to him. He crosses his arms over his white shirt clad chest and lets out the biggest pout on his lips.

I laugh as I sit down next to him. I was hoping my pink-gold-green Christmas sweater really was one of a kind as I thought it would be.

"I was testing a theory."

Baekhyun turns his face away from me, "of what?"

"Of how this sweater is one of a kind."

"Well it is... and ugly."

I burst out laughing, "woah, woah, woah, woah, and here I was thinking you wanted to go on a date with me."

Baekhyun whips his head back with his jaw slacked. I wait for him to speak, but he says nothing.

"There is no way you could've matched this. And if you did, I would'nt've said yes. I could never be with someone with such horrible sense of fashion."

Baekhyun annoyingly tries to hold back a smile. "So is that a yes to the date?"

"Duh."

Day 6: Friday

I point a Baekhyun who smirked in a leather jacket, and laughed. "We're matching again!"

He tilts his head to side, as if to flip his hair. 

I walk over to him and adjust my red dress as I get into his car. He starts the engine and turns over to me. "I may have cheated."

I knit my brows, "what?"

Baekhyun clears his throat, "I may have asked Chanyeol what you were wearing."

I gasp min realization, "That's why he was so intereste-- wait, how are you friends with him?"

"That's not important, what's important is, you have to steal 20 bucks from him next time you're together."

"You paid him twenty dollars?" I laugh. "What a loser."

"YA!" Baekhyun shouts then melts into a bashful smile, "I wanted to be cute."

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1 10 and 27 for the valentine's day asks :D

1. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Uhhh, I wouldn’t call it a crush but there is a cute guy at Starbucks who I think is nice and may be into me, but then again it could just be him being nice because he works there and is obligated to soooo...

10. Favorite milkshake flavor?

I love a good vanilla milkshake, that way I can get all the fixings. But I also like cookies n’ cream. :3

27. Denim, leather, or bomber jackets?

I like leather, but my go to is a classic denim look decorated with nerdy pins and patches.

Thank you for the ask Katie :D

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

Name: “Nara Shikamaru”

Eye color: “Dark brown”

Hairstyle/Color: “Black”

Height: “176 cm”

Clothing style: “Laid back and dark.” (In the typical naruto world, when Shikamaru isn’t wearing his uniform, you’ll catch him wearing joggers either with a basic short/long sleeve tee, muscle tee, or a hoodie. In modern verses, he does wear the same style but he also wears old skool vans or doc martens with black ripped/non ripped skinnies. Leather biker jacket, coach jacket, denim jacket, and those long overcoats. V basic.)

Best physical feature: “My eyes. My tattoos.”

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

Your fears: “Losing my teammates. Never seeing them again in the after life... if there is such a thing.”

Your guilty pleasure: “It wouldn’t be called a guilty pleasure because I don’t feel guilty.”

Your biggest pet peeve: “Sasuke.”

Your ambitions for the future: “I hope to help raise Mirai well.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

Your first thought waking up: “5 more minutes.”

What you think about most: “That’s a secret.” (Shikamaru worries about his teammates)

What you think about before bed: “Depends. Sometimes I don’t think about shit.” (Other times he thinks about everything)

You think your best quality is: “My intelligence.” 

WHAT’S BETTER? 

Single or group dates: “Single. I don’t see the point of group dates.”

To be loved or respected: “To be blunt, respected, I don’t care if others love me or not.”

Beauty or brains: “Brains but if given the option to have both then I’ll choose both. 

Dogs or cats: “I have no preference.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU… 

Lie: “Never.” *smirks*

Believe in yourself: “I doubted myself too often when I was younger. However, as a young adult, I never once doubted myself.”

Believe in love: “Seeing my parents, I thought love was bullshit. It’s okay to bicker but when it gets to the point where one is out drowning in alcohol all night because they’re done with the other’s shit. It’s ridiculous. I know couples go through things and overcome it together but they never overcame it. I was born into that mess. I don’t want that shit. That’s not to say they didn’t love each other. Their love is why they stuck it out... til death did them part. I started to believe in love once a saw Asuma with Kurenai. I want a love like that.”

Want Someone: “....”

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN… 

Been on stage: “Not in the way many might think. I’ve been on stage to receive a pat on the back for succeeding dangerous missions or keeping someone of high rank safe.” 

Done drugs: “Yeah.”

Changed who you were to fit in: “Nahh. That requires too much effort.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

Favorite color: “Khaki green and black.”

Favorite animal: “Deer.”

Favorite movie: “Spirited Away. Something peaceful about it. Perhaps it’s the soundtrack and the scenery.”

Favorite game: “Shogi.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

Day your next birthday will be: “September 22.”

How old will you be: (Shikamaru was 17 during the end of Shippuden, right? Two years later it’s the blank period, making him 19. Soooo....) “I’ll be 20.”

Age you lost your virginity: “15.”

Does age matter: “It depends.”

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

Best personality: “I can’t choose one. I see the best in everyone.”

Best eye color: “I have no preference.”

Best hair color: “Again, I have no preference.”

Best thing to do with a partner: “Stay in. Or stargaze.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I love: “sleeping.”

I feel: “like we all deserve a break. We’ve been placed in tough situations at such a young age. When Tsunade had a problem, she would task me with the issue. Now Kakashi tasks me with similar issues. But it’s the life we chose to live. I shouldn’t complain.”

I hide: “my emotions.”

I miss: “Asuma.”

I wish: “my teammates to be my friends in the next life, and the life after that, so on and so on. Whether we’re the villains or your average everyday people. They’re my soulmates.”

Tagged by: @super-kame-love (Thank you for always considering me.) Tagging: @arevmdawo @ichaicharaku @murasakiirohana @fuksunokage 

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Mosh-pit | Muke AU

Summary: A drunk, terrified Luke is trapped in a mosh-pit at a festival. Thankfully, a red haired stranger pulls him out and helps him through a panic attack.

Word count: 911

Warnings: Minor panic attack, some violence.

A/N: Eyyy I’m actually quite proud of this one!! It’s a little shorter than my other ones but I think it’s pretty adorable, if not a little creepy.  Also I really need some new ideas for more fics soooo please send me any prompts or anything you want me to write okay bye thanks. Based off a prompt I found from @graciedaydreams

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Luke thought this would be fun. He thought he'd be dancing with his friends to songs he's never heard, and flirting with the singers backstage, and watching the sun set on the hill, screaming the lyrics of bohemian rhapsody and come on Eileen drunkenly.

But instead of screaming 80's songs at the sunset, he's being pushed and shoved around in a giant mosh-pit by two drunk, dancing brutes, on the verge of a panic attack, blood running out of his nose and filling his mouth, slightly tipsy from the three bottles of beer he's drained.

He spins around, not knowing which way is the way out, trying to get past the huge men on either side of him.

He tries taking some deep breaths as he's crushed against the metal gate separating the crowd from the stage.

Tears stream down his face. The sobs he lets out are swallowed instantly by the screaming mosh-pit.

Stars appear in the corners of his vision as an elbow meets with the side of his head and he cries harder, pushing as hard as he can against the oblivious swarm of people around him.

He can feel his chest tightening painfully and his breath is quickly escaping him.

Just as he's about to fall to the muddy ground in exhaustion and fear, there's an arm locked firmly around his waist. Immediately, he clings onto whoever is holding him steady.

Disorientated, tired and tipsy, he looks up.

A boy not much older than him with furious red hair and a smear of mud on one of his cheeks is screaming over the crowd at the two men previously surrounding Luke.

"Watch who you're fucking stepping on!" He roars before making his way to the exit of the mosh-pit, careful not to lose Luke in the swarm, not like he could if he wanted to. Luke clutches onto his shirt for dear life, sobbing and shaking.

"Get out of my way! Fucking move, asshole!" The boy shouts at erratic drunks, elbowing them out of his path and shoving them with his shoulders.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Luke is onto the soft grass, surrounded by food-stands and fluorescent lights.

His mind races as he tries to pace his breaths, taking in huge gulps of fresh air.

His head throbs painfully and he lets out a shaky groan, more tears slipping out of his eyes.

Suddenly he's being sat down on a hard camping stretcher.

His surroundings spin and he clutches the sides of his head.

A hand lifts his chin up gently and he whimpers as the sleeve of a leather jacket is pressed up against the blood gushing out of his nose.

"You alright there, Darlin'?" The red haired boy asks affectionately, brushing a curl out of Luke's face.

He lets out a shaky sob.

"You're okay. You're safe now. Just take some good, deep breaths." The boy's angry demeanour has completely disappeared.

Luke looks at him through his eyelashes as he begins to get his breathing patterns back to normal. 

Tattoos, piercings, leather jacket. Not the type of person Luke would expect to save someone from a mosh pit.

The boy grabs a tissue and offers it to Luke, who takes it and quickly holds it against his nose.

He watches as the boy kneels and begins to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

"Good. It's not broken."

Luke swallows the blood in his mouth and grimaces at the metallic taste.

"You want some water?" The boy offers.

Luke nods.

"You ever been in a mosh-pit before?"

He shakes his head as the boy fills up a plastic cup under a plastic water jug.

"Here." He hands Luke the cup, who drains it in a few gulps.

"Can you squeeze my hand for me?"

Luke hesitates for a few seconds at the boy's outstretched hand before taking it and squeezing it as hard as he can, his hands still shaking quite violently.

"Is that all?" The boy smiles.

Luke nods.

He chuckles. "You're very talkative."

Luke's face flushes red. He opens his mouth to say something.

"No, no. I was kidding." The boy laughs. "You don't have to say anything. It's probably better if you let your voice rest, anyway."

Luke frowns. "C-c-can I...have some more water?" He croaks out.

"Yeah, of course." The boy fills the cup once more.

"Th-thank you." Luke says, once again draining it.

After a few minutes of silence, he rubs an eye with his knuckle and lets out a yawn like a sleepy toddler.

"You tired?" The boy asks. He nods.

"Do you have a tent or a van you're staying in tonight?"

"M-my friends and I were gonna stay at the hotel a few miles away..." Luke takes a deep breath. "But...they're all drunk...so..."

"So you're stuck here?"

He nods.

"You can sleep in here tonight if you want. I know my bed's kinda shit, but...it's better than sleeping in the middle of a festival ground full of drunk assholes, right?"

Luke is too tired and out of it to say no. He shrugs his denim jacket off and rolls onto the stretcher.

The boy pulls a blanket over him with a laugh. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat. You rest, yeah?"

Luke nods, his eyes closed.

Just as he steps out of the large tent, the boy turns around and pops his head back in. "I'm Michael." He smiles.

"Luke." Luke says softly.

As soon as Michael disappears around a corner, Luke snuggles into the lumpy pillow, which smells like corndogs and cigarettes, and instantly falls asleep.

[drpepperphd]

ALL EVEN NUMBERS ON THE MLM G O

Do you believe in love at first sight?oh my god damn u (ily)

2.Sweaters or hoodies?

hoodies ! ! ! ! i dont think ive ever even worn a sweater before

4.Denim or leather jackets?

LEATHER ALL THE WAY DEFINITELY

6.How do you like your tea?

from bigass bottles of lipton ice tea (i dont rly drink tea much)

8.Favorite fall color?

honestly like a kinda blood orange is always good

10.Do you have a crush?

YES ACTUALLY ive fallen super hard for this guy but like we talk every day so im not even like mad pining or anything im just glad were such good friends ! ! ! (and of course do just quietly hope we end up dating but yknow WHATEVS)

12.Are you a pastel, neon, or neutral color mlm?

already answered ! ! (arguably)

14.Do you like boys taller or shorter than you?

ive literally always liked boys shorter than me so i dont even get the choice here

16.What’s your favorite cologne smell?

how tf do u even describe cologne ? ? idk but i have a really nice one actually it just fucking smells like lemon lime bitters it rules

18.What’s more romantic: cabin getaway, or tropical vacation?

i personally would prefer a cabin getaway ! ! just seems closer to my more kinda quiet taste of adventure, plus itd make for so many nice photo ops ! !

20.Do you believe in love at first sight?

not rly ! !

22.Do you like sitting in a boys lap, or do you prefer when a boy sits in yours?

already answered ! love a good boy lap 2 sit on

24.What’s one of your favorite memories of being in love?

UM jeez thats kinda hard to pick considering i think every moment with ralf is a blessing ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! though once i fell asleep while we were calling and he was still there when i woke up I Nearly Cried i was so happy lmfao (it was entirely cause he just felt too awkward to hang up which is rly funny now)

26.Would you like to take his last name when you marry?

god fuck thats right i can legally consider marriage now.. man idk i dont rly care much abt marriage anyway ! ! ! ! if he wants to take my name then cool ! if he doesnt then thats fine with me !

28.Do you interlock fingers when you hold hands?

UM YEAH OF COURSE THATS LIKE ESSENTIAL

30.What’s better, waking up to him in the morning, or falling asleep next to him at night?

hmm.. well i suck in the mornings soooo id say falling asleep ! ! except im more specifically On him bc ive more often than not just fallen asleep on top of boys and honestly ? thats the good shit 

32.What makes you blush?

either Nothing or Everything... its Incredibly easy for someone to make me blush if i have a crush on them lmao

34.Big spoon or little spoon?

6′3 LITTLE SPOON ALL THE WAY BABEY

36.Would you enjoy it if he bought you flowers?

no clue what id do with em but YES ABSOLUTELY thatd b so sweet

38.Have you ever asked a boy out?

ive always been the one to make the first move in all of my past relationships so yes, multiple times. (mayhps even one more time Soon............)

40.What’s one of your fave love songs?

already answered ! !

Well fuck u for sending all of those but that was fun

[the-rxven-king]

do you know what your fave da ocs (choose top 4 of the kids!!) would wear in a modern/nonfantasy human au? :o or, alternatively, what would their class/race/proficiencies/etc be in a dnd au?

fiddlestyx said: ((also: if youre up for it we should totally all vchat!!!! we havent done that in soooo long i miss you))

lkdjjkfngj b ec ily.... we should but idk what wed all do or talk about but we definitely should

uhhh because im a nerd i will uhhhh do both. because i love both of those concepts.

ok only the top four of those kids???? probably sabrae, terisin, athras and mathalin. ironically enough i have a sims game with all of them in it so technically i sort of kind of have what they would wear in a modern au on them rn

but ok basically like??? ill just do both modern/nonfantasy au and d&d just in one thing about them so ill just label them and talk about them individually

sabrae

oh hes one of my good edgy boys. in fact like??? his entire family is edgy (yes that means athras and mathalin because those are his siblings and only remaining family). like... leather jacket, platform boots that have chains and shit on them, eyeliner (his is very thin and not noticeable, but its definitely there making his eyes pop), nails painted black, ripped up skinny jeans, fingerless gloves, a motorcycle, the whole shebang. kinda got the same aesthetic as thanos, except tbh most of the time hes more chill about it??? like hell settle for just ripped skinny jeans, a black hoodie, and simple knee-high black boots. hell deal with it. hell live. 

as for d&d, hed still be an elf like he is in da (if im being real, literally all of the da characters i listed are elves and they will stay that way so i wont answer that part again lmfao kldsfngjkfn), and hed be a rogue class wise (archetype of thief most likely). hed most likely have proficiency in animal handling, persuasion, nature, stealth, acrobatics, and performance (not sure what i would put for the etc. part so ill just stick with those basics)

terisin

sabraes lovely, artsy boyfriend. he wears lightwash or colored jeans a lot - never one for darkly colored pants unless he can get paint splatters all over them to make them look interesting, or they have some sort of cool element to them. he loves graphic tank tops (no, not graphic ts, not long sleeved shirts with cool graphics. tank tops.) or just any kind of tank top really. loves his arms being free. he also likes to layer a zip-up hoodie and a denim jacket over top of it, leaving both open. sometimes hell go with just one of the jackets, but most of the time its both. he likes wearing ankle boots, but sometimes just cause hell wear knee high boots. hes the kind of guy who likes to wear clothes that hes gotten paint all over or that hes drawn on. if youve listened to dear evan hansen??? like yknow how zoe draws stars on the cuffs of her pants??? yea uh terisin is the kinda guy to do that. hed do that all the time his clothes are really muted but the colorful aspect of them comes from his creative endeavors. 

the only time hes ever broken out of this shell in terms of the clothes he wears in a modern au is when he went on his first date with sabrae cause he was like “shit hes so amazing and cool but im not so like how do i even impress him maybe if i just dress the same kind of way he does hell think im cool like thats a thing right if i wear some edgy clothes hell think im cool right??” and uh sabrae was just kinda like “oh ok were you like... dialed down when we first met cause wow this is a very different outfit” and basically terisin explained that he wanted to look cool enough for him and sabrae just laughed cause he thinks hes not the cool dude he thinks hes not that great and a nerd so he just kinda kissed his cheek and was like i appreciate it babe but you dont gotta do that you do you and ill still think youre wonderful 

in d&d hed probably be a sorcerer with a fey ancestory. hed have proficiency in arcana, history, perception, and performance

athras

another edgy girl. she likes black crop tops and leather jackets/vests (whichever she finds in her closet first), ripped up pants (most of the time theyre skinny jeans, but they can also be shorts) with fishnets underneath just because, and like her brother, platform boots. she likes her stuff to be studded with spikes if possible, but will go with the square studs instead. god forbid the studs ever be gold tho, never ever gold. only silver. if she does her makeup (which isnt too terribly often but sometimes shes like i can look like a model and still kick your ass) she has perfectly done cat eye eyeliner and dark smokey eyes and black lipstick

in d&d, shed also be a rogue and a thief like her older brother; after all she learned the fighting style she did because she wanted to be like sabrae, and after being separated from him, she did it as a way to be more connected to him wherever he was (because she refused to believe he was dead). shed be proficient in sleight of hand, stealth, acrobatics, perception, and deception.

mathalin

he is.... the literal definition of goth. like uh yknow damien from d/d/adds??? how he wears a literal cloak around everywhere???? wears a full blown suit, is literally told he is a vampire like all the time???? thats mathalin. he wears elaborate suits and cloaks and has gloves and he even has a fuckin cane that he walks with that no one knows is actually a god damned sword and the fact no one has ever caught that fact when he actually decides to walk around with it is hilarious to him only his siblings know (when he pulled it out on terisin he cried and called sabrae like “BABE WHY THE FUCK DOES YOUR OLDER BROTHER HAVE A FUCKIN SWORD AND WHY DID HE PULL IT ON ME” and sabrae is like “oh he likes to intimidate my boyfriends hes like that dont pay attention to it hell warm up to you eventually”) and he usually does his makeup too??? like at the very least he puts on foundation and a little bit of contour, but sometimes he does the dark eyeshadow and dark lip color and his icey blue eyes just stand out so fuckin much and his blood red hair just kinda like... completes the look tbh like hes got a very specific aesthetic going. 

and whats great is that he only does it if hes going outside. literally hell hang out in normal people clothes at home, but as soon as someone goes “hey mathalin can you run to the grocery store and get literally only a single carton of milk were out” hell just sigh and be like “why me why did you pick me to do it ill do it but please give me like an hour to get ready” and get changed and go out in his full goth attire and be like “what stress youve placed upon my shoulders making me do this why must you be so inconsiderate” and everyone is just like “hey mathalin... you dont have to do that” and then he just laughs because yes he does fuck you. 

when hes not wearing his full on goth shit he usually wears a really simple black turtleneck, black dress pants, and super nice shoes. its a wonder how he survives

in d&d he would be a blood mage which is a homebrew class but its fuckin AWESOME just read that its amazing i love it. his proficiencies would be arcana, deception, intimidation, nature, and history