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4riesluvrgrl · 4 years ago

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this is my first shot at writing a matsukawa fan fiction. this will hopefully have two more parts to it

category: fluff, angst

tw: mentions of controlling behavior, swearing, slight alcohol use, not nsfw yet but that will probably be in other parts

pairing: matsukawa x reader

five years.

it had only been five years since you had been wished away to start a new chapter of your life with your newly wed husband.

five years.

of constant encouragement when you moved away to tokyo from your hometown, with the promise of new job opportunities.

up until the very end your husband had been your rock, your foundation.

as there is with any relationship, of course there was the behind the doors that no one knew happened.

the fact that your husband had never wanted to start a family, even when you had begged him to start one with you.

the way that he would sometimes drink too much with his work friends, and would come back home with lipstick stains along his collar.

he was a good husband. never would have done anything to hurt you, and always made sure that you had everything you needed (intimacy is arguably a want in his opinion not a need). you had never wished for him to pass so suddenly.

you were still in the prime of your life, having just gotten married the summer after your shared third year. although you had been told this many times by your loved ones it was always hard to believe. you felt as if your life had stopped at the moment his heart did.

days blending together, resulting in so much pain an agony. your family took care of most of the affairs when you moved back to miyagi prefecture. they didn’t push you to go out or do much of anything knowing you needed your time.

they didn’t know that the time they were giving you only caused you more damage. resentment.

the little things that your late husband would do that you started to notice. the way he would constantly complain about your cooking. the way he would slowly convince you to stop seeing your friends on weekends. the way your clothes never seemed to suit you by the looks he gave you.

yes there was grief, but it slowly morphed into a bitter taste left in your mouth. that no matter what you did you couldn’t get it out.

realizing that the comfy job you had gotten had been one where he could keep a close eye on you. noticing that while intimacy had long been a thing of the past between you two, he would come home disheveled with the scent of something sweet lingering on his clothes.

by all means you should have been happily married. he was your childhood friend turned high school sweetheart turned lover.

family members always commented on what a perfect smart couple the two of you were. they didn’t see behind those closed doors.

when getting his items from his office you didn’t miss the way his boss lingered in the empty room. you didn’t miss her muffled sobs.

it had long been on your mind he was seeing someone else. you just didn’t want to have to face her so soon after it had happened.

bitter angry thoughts continued to cloud your judgement when she would bring flowers by your house. how did she get your address again.

all rational judgement out the window knowing good and well that it was on his company record that he had his address. your address. but in that hospital room while he took his final breaths, you weren’t surprised when she had walked in. another emergency contact he had.

his beloved boss.

the one who had signed off on you getting a job in the company’s sister branch just three miles away. three miles away from the shared glances she and your husband had shared while finishing up paperwork.

it was all too much to handle.

you had had enough of being cooped up in your childhood bedroom having these thoughts run rampant in your mind.

sick of sleeping on the bed where he had taken your first kiss and much more.

a happy wife. yeah right. a bitter widow. you ran the title over in your head a few times for good measure. yes the title did seem to suit your current state better.

after a week of being stuck inside you had your mind set on walking around the town that you so desperately tried to get away from. to start fresh, and not remember all the shared moments you and your husband had together here.

the look your mother gave you as you walked out seemed to be very knowing yes albeit concerned. she was another that didn’t know what would happen between the two of you, but always seemed to sense something was off. when you wouldn’t visit for holidays or respond to any of her letters.

the streets all seemed tainted by his memories. kisses under streetlights, late nights in park benches, all of it was overwhelming.

you hadn’t realized that you he’d ended up in front of your old high school. oddly enough he wasn’t flooding your memories there.

you had been so active in so many different activities in your days there. so many extra curricular activities that didn’t involve him. you were always more for the additional things that school had provided while he remained diligent in his studies.

it was around noon so classes were still in session. the fall semester, so students were probably picking their clubs as you stood reminiscing on your days spent doing the same.

you had tried so many different sports, none quite suiting you. opting for different clubs; theater, newspaper, calligraphy, even judo for a time.

the one that you had stuck with for your three years there was the volleyball club. you tried your hand at playing your first two years, and we’re some how convinced into managing the boys team your third year.

you had already been friends with most of the boys beforehand. having gone to competitions with the girls team. cheering them on from the stands while they won match after match.

those were some of your best memories.

only beaten by actually being court side seeing everything so close up. seeing the determination in each boys eyes. you would be lying if it wasn’t contagious.

managing the team you would catch yourself screaming louder than they were. feeling as if you were in the game. as if you were doing the plays that they had been running through for months.

watching as their spikes serves played out perfectly. every little thing that they had been drilled with coming to life on that court.

while your late husband had never come to any of your games much less the boys games you never felt lonely or lacking anything by him not being there. if anything it forced you to make better connections with the people who were there with you.

never on your life would you have thought that the tooru oikawa would have been invited to your wedding, let alone give a toast to you. true to form there was extreme self flattery on his part throughout. the occasional slip up mentioning the time you had come into their room at training camp and seen kunimi’s entire backside. that one landed you a not simp nice glare from your newly wed husband. nonetheless he and most of the team had shown up to your wedding with promises to stay in touch even after you all went your separate ways.

it’s been four years since you spoke to any of them, save for the occasional selfie oikawa would send you from argentina. you would never respond back. your husband always accusing you of being too close to him, and asking why he is sending you pictures and if you sent any back.

slowly during the first year of marriage you stopped talking to any of them. your friendship, your bond, a thing of the past. just another thing left behind when you had moved away.

tainted corrupted thoughts about him once again clouding your vision. as you tried to recall the amount of late nights spent in those gyms tossing to the boys, or practicing your very slight libero skills from your time on a team. the amount of hours spent on buss rides with them usually ending up with one of them falling asleep on your shoulder. the way their last match went and the night you had spent in the gym with the rest of the third years and the tears shared. that was the last time every third year had been together in that room.

while you had invited every member of the team both boys and girls, a couple didn’t show.

matsukawa.

him being the one who’s absence you had noticed the most. makki had come up to you while an upbeat song was playing, and your husband was downing a bottle of champagne. something family related had come up. you smiled and hugged him. brushed it off as if it didn’t hurt.

matsukawa. his absence hurt the most. you had never been unfaithful to your husband not even while you were dating. but there had been a week early on in your third year where he had wanted to take a break from things to get more serious about his studies he had said. you took it to heart. confiding in your fellow third years looking for answers. they came up short with any.

oikawa had been the one to initiate the third year sleepover claiming that it would be for the betterment of the team if all upperclassmen were a unified force. everyone agreed on iwaizumi’s house.

it all started off innocent enough. as innocent as it could be with those four. oikawa was already sprawled out on the couch a bowl of soba in hand as he yelled at the tv screen. recordings from the past games played out before him as he yelled at his televised team members with a full mouth.

“shittykawa if you don’t stop yelling with your mouth full.” a less than empty threat from the kitchen had him slurping his food down faster and keeping silent. brushing past the amusing scene of oikawa with a face full of food hitting his fist in the air wanting to scream out, you headed to the kitchen to let iwaizumi know you had arrived.

“oh y/n i didn’t even hear you coming in over that idiot yelling.” he shot a glance at oikawa but went back to getting some more food ready for when the other two arrived. “trust me we aren’t going to be watching old matches all night. he just got here early and insisted on watching last weeks games.”

you gave him a soft smile as you made your way to the fridge to grab something to drink. settling in just water for the time being you took place beside him chopping up some scallions he had laid out. “iwaizumi you know people usually order food in for things like this.” nudging him slightly as he continued to mix a sauce together.

“i tried but everyone said they had wanted soba or ramen so it’s easy enough to make and i already had everything here.” shrugging as he placed the noodles in the water.

“what’s it like being the dad and the mom of the team.” you teased picking up his sauce he had mixed together and giving it a taste. “more ginger.” you said softly mincing a bit more.

he smiled over at you, a sight only seen occasionally from him. “with you here the mom role isn’t as difficult. especially with the second years they listen to you as well.”

you nodded continuing to adjust the sauce just slightly for him thinking to the time where you had to take kyotani out of the gym to talk to. him being surprising receptive, letting his guard down when no one was watching him.

“iwa-chan, y/n-chan who knows where makki and mattsun are it’s been hours.” a complaint from the living room rings through to the two of you.

“if you had come on time and not right after practice you wouldn’t be waiting hours.” iwaizumi growls back to him. he lets out a defeated sigh getting up to bring his empty bowl to the sink.

“did you even shower before coming here.” poking at his oversized shirt. he didn’t smell bad he probably showered quickly.

rolling his eyes and evading your prodding, “you act as if i haven’t got clothes hidden here so that i can shower and change.” earning him another glare.

“no fair!” he suddenly exclaims looking at your helping cooking. “i got iwa’s bland noodles, y/n is a much better cook i want her to make me some more.” he pouts.

“your lucky that i don’t throw this on you stu-“ the door opening and slamming shut was enough to save oikawa this time.

“did you tell us the wrong time, everyone is here already.” makki’s voice echos from the front door. there are some keys shuffling and being placed into the hook and then they are both standing at the kitchen.

the softest blush creeps across your face. mattsun. standing slightly behind makki, looking relaxed and mostly bored. he was the one thing that could get you flustered. having confessed to oikawa his feelings towards you in your second year, to which oikawa immediately told you. he had known about your boyfriend, but insisted that he just had to get it off his chest. the two of you never spoke of it but you could sense that his demeanor towards you had changed when you walked into the gym crying two days before having just been told about your boyfriend wanting a break.

maybe it was just wishful thinking. possibly curiosity, as all your intimate interactions had only been with your boyfriend having never so much as missed anyone else. regardless of that something about him seemed different, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined kissing him before.

the boys all teased you or would lean in for a kiss after you praised them for a good play. then knew when to stop the joke before they got you into trouble. this was usually oikawa or makki trying to get a rise out of you. the time that mattsun had done it left you confused and flustered. it was in a practice against a college team he had blocked one of oikawa’s setter dumps, as he was playing on the opposite team for the match. you couldn’t help but shout because oikawa had everyone else convinced he was going to set to the left side.

his eyes locked with yours immediately. a pink tint racing to your cheeks. oikawa called a time out and the boys headed over to the sidelines where you were keeping score. “a little excited about that play miss manager?” he questioned leaning down to your seat and resting his hand lazily against the back of it. closing you off but not intimidating.

“i was sure he was setting for the left wing spiker, i can’t believe you caught that.” it was true the other blockers had been heading to that side.

“it’s in the eyes.” he said. close. getting closer. “yours are very expressive as well,” his breath ghosting over your face missing just where you felt you needed him most. “not always saying what you mean.” his face a mere inches from yours.

as soon as it happened he reached behind you to grab his towel and water bottle, and proceeded as if nothing more of it.

it had you thinking for weeks.

“y/n?” you looked up at oikawa realizing you had been lost in thought. “we all said we don’t care what we watch tonight it’s late anyways. as our resident girl, what do you want to watch tonight?” if they knew you were lost in thought no one let on probably assuming you were still hurt over the abrupt halt on your relationship.

“anything is good we could honestly watch that anime you were all talking about at practice or a shitty romcom that you’ll inevitably cry to.” you beaded nudging the dumbass beside you.

“anime it is because we all know that you cry over every anime death, even if it’s the side character.” he retorts filling his bowl with more noodles and the sauce you had finished.

everyone followed suit getting their own bowl and took places on the couch. makki leaning against your legs along with mattsun leaning back onto his. iwaizumi taking place sitting on a cushion on the floor and oikawa taking up the entirety of the love seat across from the couch.

the sound from the tv covering up everyone eating or taking a swig from the few bottles of sake that makki has some how got his hands on. they were being passed around as everyone focused on the show.

food now long finished makki was laying on top of you with mattsun on top of him both of them within arms reach so you messed lightly with both of their hair. makki grabbed you hand and threw it to the side eyeing you. “stop that i cant stand people touching my hair.” just encouraged you to mess with it even more taking your hand from issei’s head and ruffling makki’s even more.

this resulted in him taking both your hands into into one of his and keeping them out of reach from his head.

a moment passed one of the bottles making its way over to you, makki grabbing it with his other hand and teasing you with it. “awe did you want some?” he questions before bringing it to your lips himself letting you take a larger swig than what you had wanted. passing it back over to mattsun still keeping your hands from him.

“hiro just because you’re fucking head is too sensitive,” mattsun chides, “doesn’t mean i wasn’t enjoying it.”

makki scoffs letting go of you hands slapping them away from his head instantly. “fine you big baby switch spots with me, wherever.” he groans switching places so mattsun is now laying against your legs.

your fingers immediately intertwine into his hair massaging soothing circles as you all continue the show.

“well i should have realized this would be an issue.” oikawa groans getting up from his place on the love seat stretching slightly only to be caught off balance slightly inebriated. “there are three rooms and four no five of us.”

iwaizumi groans show bing his friend to the ground. “obviously y/n would take my brothers room and we will each go two to a room or someone can sleep on the couch.” having already seen this outcome. “don’t want shittykawa corrupting our manager or scaring her away so soon into our third year.”

oikawa feints hurt looking over at you almost completely asleep on the couch hands still intertwined in mattsun’s hair who doesn’t look much more awake.

makki throws a couch pillow toward the two of you causing you to shoot up. “i wasn’t fucking asleep, and pervykawa i wasn’t even intending on staying the night.” sending a playful glare over towards him.

“you aren’t driving home drunk, my brothers door locks so no one will bother you. i’d say you can take my parents room, but two people are not comfortably fit on the other bed.” iwaizumi’s words still carrying authority even if he had finished more sake that anyone else.

you shrug yourself off the couch and head to the bathroom groaning about mattsun weighing too much and your legs being asleep.

you quickly washed your face and brushed your teeth, having assumed something like this would happen and packed just incase. slipped into your pajamas which were much more comfortable than your school uniform and headed towards the bedroom.

just probably the wrong bedroom.

you saw mattsun pulling his shirt off. not something uncommon. you’ve seen all the boys shirtless they tend to take them off sporadically through practice matches. just never realized how good his back looked.

“oh shit, y/n, i am not staying in this room just makki pushed me out of iwaizumi’s room probably to jerk it or something so i was changing in here since the bathrooms were taken..” he says eyeing over you not so subtly.

you brushed the thoughts running through your head about how good he looked like this, eyes half lidded, shirtless, hair messy.

“it’s nothing issei,” you say walking towards the bed not noticing how his body goes rigid at the casual mention of his name. “just tired.” and with that you slump into the bed legs still dangling off the end.

composing himself rather quickly he lifts your legs up and onto the bed sighing about how you’re hopeless.

“issei?” calling towards the door as he heads out.

“of course y/n?” he leans against it casually glancing back over to you. if he knew what he was doing he had to know how damn good at it he was. arm flexed, full chest on show.

“can i play with your hair again? till i fall sleep?” you say reaching an arm out towards him. a lazy smirk plastered on his face as he walks towards you and sits at the end of the bed where your hand can fall directly onto his head.

you giggle softly reaching towards his shoulder and pulling him up to you. not much work on your end as if you could lift him up from the ground with one hand. “what’s this?” he questions cocking and eyebrow towards you resulting in more giggles from you. maybe you had a bit more sake than you thought you did.

“why are you on the floor silly? you were laying on me earlier.” he reluctantly complies and slides you over in the bed so he can lay atop the blankets. iwaizumi was right. this bed was definitely not meant for the people to lay together unless it was in a compromising position.

“you know this bed is too small for this. my feet are hanging off the end.” he fake groans at you but any frustration he has is instantly pushed away when one of your arms snakes itself around his torso palming your hand on his chest and the other goes to his hair.

he reluctantly lets you move the blankets to cover him but stays flat as a board as you position yourself to be facing him laying your head against his shoulder. “what am i going to do with you.” he sighs wrapping his arm closest to you around your body and pulling you into his warmth.

“love me or something you mummer against his chest. his heart stops for a moment. head shooting down towards you only to be met with a slight grin. you open your eyes up to him and giggle softly. “come on say it.” you urge pulling only slightly on his hair still in you hand. his throat now feeling incredibly tight and full of cotton not knowing what would possess you to say this to him. did you know the feelings he kept deep down towards you?

“it’s okay,” you sigh still gazing up at him wrapping a leg around his to cuddle even closer to him. “you don’t have to love me issei.” you grumble. it was almost as if everything was moving in slow motion for him. your eyes closing the way you scooted you so you were closer to him, the way your hand in his hair pulled him ever so closer. then everything was on fire the moment your lips touched. he felt as if he would let go that instant that it wasn’t right, but at the same time he never wanted to let go for fear of never having this moment again. he never wanted to forget the way your lips felt on his. the way you were holding onto him as if everything in your life depended on it.

this moment. he wanted to live in it.

“i love you issei.” breaking the kiss before he could memorize everything about your lips. every curve ridge and slight crack. he wanted those lips on his forever.

before he could process anything that just happened, ask you if you really just did that you were already back in place on his chest fingers no longer moving against his hair and breathing completely even.

he sighed throwing his head back, careful still of your hand. it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“i love you too.”

looking up from your daze of all your old high school memories you hear it again. “y/n? is that really you?”

your eyes meet. those eyes you longed to see. the eyes you had permanently etched in your brain. the eyes you for so long wanted to wake up to. those eyes that could see right through you. the eyes you missed seeing at your wedding.

“issei?”

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sugar-kisser · 6 years ago

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Song Mingi « A Big Bad Softie

You keep your head down, your hair falling from being tucked behind your ear and covering the side of your face. You approach your locker and twist the dial to your lock. When you pull the lock off the hook your locker door opens, and a bright neon pink paint falls from your locker and coats your worn down thin jacket, pants, and parts of your long hair. Students quickly gather around you, laugh, and begin to record the whole ordeal. Your jaw drops and the tears build up in your eyes and quickly break past your waterline.

“Pink is a good color on, Y/N,” a female voice coos out to you. You refuse to turn around and face your group of bullies. There are five of them- three girls and two boys. They’ve been picking on your for the past two months, and this is the worst thing they’ve done yet. You don’t even know what you had done to make them pick you as their next target. You never wanted to let them know they got to you because their last three victims ended up moving schools, but this is the final straw, your breaking point.

“What’s your problem?” A deep voice calls and your eyes widen. You slightly turn and watch as the school bad boy, Song Mingi, grab one of the guys by the collar of his shirt and slam him up against the lockers.

“Hey man, take a joke,” the other boy tells him, placing one of his hands on Mingi’s shoulders. He pushes him off of him and looks back at the other guy who swings his arm, hitting Mingi in the face. Mingi stumbles and you scoot up against your open locker and watch in horror as Mingi starts fighting the two boys. Three teachers come out of their respected classrooms after hearing the ruckus outside and separate the boys and take them all, and you, to the principals office; a place you know all too well. The two bullies go in first, and you sit on the far end of the bench, Mingi sitting on the opposite side.

“You didn’t need to do that,” you whisper as your eyes focus on the ground, more specifically your now pink converses.

“I had to,” he responds, shifting in his seat, “they were bullying you. They needed to be taught a lesson.” You don’t respond after that and wait for the principals door to open. Security takes the two other boys away and you’re asked to come in. You walk in and stand behind the chair after closing the door

“Y/N, you may sit,” your principal offers.

“I don’t want to get paint on the chair, I think it’s still wet,” you decline, your voice soft.

“I wish you would of told us who was bothering you. We could of avoided this,” the principal sighs, “we know you were trying to be nice and not point fingers but we could of taken care of that group sooner.”

“Is there anything you need me to do or may I go?” You ask, your body itching to get out of the room.

“I just need you to write down all that happened and sign it at the very end,” he slides a pen and paper your way. You nod your head and bend over and begin to write down all of the events that happened. You sign your name at the bottom of the paper and slide it back towards him and your principal allows you to leave. You walk out of the principal’s office, and you make eye contact with Mingi for a split second before looking away and leaving the building. You begin your walk home because there is no way you could show up to any of your classes looking like this. You enter through your front door, house empty since your mother is at work.

You walk up to your room and change into another pair of clothes and throw the other clothes in the trash, knowing that the paint wouldn’t come out even if you tried to wash it. You look at your stained hair in the mirror and head to the sink in your kitchen and try to wash it out. Little bits come out but most of it had dried into your hair and you stare at it as you dangle it in your face. You huff and pull you hair into a messy bun before pulling your wallet out of your bag. You count the money in it and sigh when you don’t have enough to get it cut. You let out a long breath of air from your lips as they form a pout. You head back into your kitchen and open a drawer, pulling out scissors. You stare at them for a moment before heading into your bathroom to stare at your hair in the mirror rafter you pull it out of its bun. You tie your hair up and open the scissor blades and place your hair between them. You stare at it for a moment before closing the two blades, hearing the scissors cut your hair. The ponytail falls to the floor and your now short hair falls and rests just at your shoulders.

You take a deep breath in and stare at your new look, you check out your hair and trim parts of your hair that seem off and fix it the best you can. You pick up the hair you can and toss it in the trash without looking back at it.

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The next day at school students stare at you, whispering amongst themselves and pointing your way. You hate the attention you’re receiving, but at this point you just want to get through the day because it means one step closer to winter break which luckily is in two weeks. During your lunch you walk out towards the football fields to distract you from your hunger since you don’t have food at home or any money to afford food to buy at school.

“How come you haven’t ate?” A deep voice calls out to you. You look up and you spot Mingi leaning up against a pole underneath the bleachers.

“Aren’t you suppose to be suspended?” You ask him.

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t really like following the rules,” Mingi smirks slightly before dropping it, “now how come you haven’t ate?”

“I’m not hungry,” you answer him. Mingi see’s through your lie but pushes pass asking you again because you’ll probably get agitated.

“Here,” Mingi hands your a bag you didn’t notice he was holding.

“What is it?” You ask starring down at it then back up at him.

“I felt bad that your jacket got ruined, so I got you a new one,” Mingi shrugs.

“I can’t accept that,” you shake your head looking at the tall man.

“It’s currently snowing outside and you don’t have a jacket. You’re going to get sick if you don’t wear one,” Mingi counters but you continue to shake your head no. Mingi lets go one of the handles and pulls out the large black coat, dropping the bag. He walks up towards you and your body stiffens. He swings the jacket around you and rests it on your shoulders and that’s when he notices your short hair as you had it tied back.

“You cut your hair?” Mingi asks.

“The paint wouldn’t come out of it,” you tell him, avoiding his stare. He backs away and picks up the bag.

“If you’re hungry I can take you to go get food,” Mingi offers.

“I can’t just ditch class. I need to be studying anyway; finals are coming up,” you decline, “I’m afraid I’m going to fail physics.” You mumble your last comment in hopes that Mingi wouldn’t hear it.

“I can help you study. I took that class last year,” Mingi explains, and you had completely forgotten that Mingi is a grade older than you and had already taken the core classes you are having to take now.

“You don’t have to. I can just go to tutoring,” you usher, waving your hands.

“I got an A in the class both semesters. I really don’t mind,” Mingi continues and you stop and stare at him in complete shock. Mingi doesn’t look like the type of kid who really does his work in class let alone get good grades despite his whole bad boy look and attitude towards everyone.

“Are you sure?” You ask more for yourself, but Mingi nods his head and you agree to let him tutor you.

“I’ll pick you up after school today and we can go to the library to study,” Mingi tells you and you nods your head and he waves good-bye before leaving. You watch him go and you go to turn and you feel one of the jacket sides slip off your shoulder. You almost forgot you were wearing it and you slip you arms into the sleeves and pull it tight against your body.

Like he promised, Mingi came to pick you up after school and he waits out front leaning up against his car at the front of the school. Everyone stands off to the side hanging with friends or pass by making their way to either the busses or their own cars, all their stares and conversations revolve around him. He smiles and waves when he see’s you exit the building. You pick up your pace a little and Mingi opens his car door for you. You climb into his car and mumble a thanks and as you wait for him to walk over to the drivers side you look as everyone stares at you, but the first time you almost didn’t mind it.

Mingi pulls away from the school and makes the short drive to the public library only four miles from the school and only two miles from your house. You both exit his car and head inside the building and find a table next to the window to watch the snow fall while Mingi helps you with your physics homework and study guide. He helps you take off your coat and you into your chair. You never really thought that Mingi could be such a sweetheart with his tough look and the rumors that people spread about him, and even after what you had watched him do the day before.

“Y/N, did you get that?” Mingi asks after he explained how to solve the problem but you’re busy starring into space thinking.

“I’m sorry no, can you repeat it?” You shake you head, snapping out of your thoughts.

“It seems like there’s something a little more important on your mind?” Mingi slightly questions more than just stating it.

“Why?” You ask him.

“Why what?” Mingi’s eye brows fur together.

“Why did you step in yesterday?” You restate your previous question.

“I already told you, they needed to be ta-“

“No. Give me a real reason Song Mingi,” you interrupt him wanting a real answer from him. He sighs and leans back in his chair looking outside at the falling snow before looking back at you.

“You don’t deserve it, you know,” Mingi states, “I watched it happen every single day for two months. It boiled my blood that they pick on such a nice quiet girl for no reason. Just because their last victims moved away doesn’t mean they should of picked a new victim. They should of stopped. Yesterday… that crossed the line… big time. I couldn’t let them hurt you anymore…. and I wish I stepped in sooner because maybe they would of been dealt with sooner and you could be focusing on your school more than what they will do to you next.” You stare at the boy across the table from you, completely baffled. The three years you’ve been in school you’ve heard nothing but bad things about him, all that he would probably kill or rob you if you ever done him wrong… but underneath the look and his cold outer attitude he was a big softie.

“Thank you,” you tell him, catching him off guard.

“Why are you thanking me?” Mingi asks.

“You got them to stop and helped get two of the boys expelled as well at suspending the other girls,” you explain, “so thank you.” Mingi pulls his lips into a smile. “Let’s get back to physics, yeah?” You lean forward, Mingi does the same, and he re-explains the problem as well as helping you through the steps. By the end of the night you had completely finished both your homework and your study guide, understanding everything you had done.

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After the bell rang you rushed out of your class and out the front door to see Mingi waiting by his car like he did everyday after your little study date.

“I passed! I passed!” You cheer running up to Mingi.

“I told you that you’d pass,” Mingi smiles and you hug him tight, taking him aback a little. You had never hugged him or really had touched him at all unless it was by accident while he helped you study for your finals as he studied for his. He wrapped his arms around you and when you pulled away he came up with an idea.

“How about we go get something to eat to celebrate?” Mingi suggests. Over the course of the two weeks you two had become closer and told each other things you didn’t know about each other. Mingi’s an only child in a middle class family and he found out you come from an extremely poor family as your mom has been raising you for the past six years after your father passed away. So everyday Mingi would convince you to go out and get something to eat with him, whether you would sit down and eat, fast food, or even just a snack from a corner store before you two went to the library.

“Okay!” You agree. Mingi opened the door for you and you got in and he got into the drivers seat and he drove off from the school and towards the city. “Are we going to the city?”

“Yes. There is a place I want to take you to,” he looks over at you and smiles before focusing back on the road. You lean your head back against the head rest and listen to the music that plays over the radio and look out the side window.

After about half and hour Mingi finally parks his car into a parking spot in the heart of the city. You two get out and you leave your bag in the car, and Mingi waits on you on the side walk for you to join him. You hurry over to him and bury yourself into his side because of how cold it is. Mingi chuckles and wraps his arm around you and the two of you walk down the sidewalk before Mingi steers the two of you into an ice cream parlor.

“It’s the middle of December and we are getting ice cream?” You laugh.

“Not just any ice cream,” Mingi looks down at you as he also points his finger towards the bar of ice cream.

“Mingi’s home! Oh honey he brought a girl!” An older woman comes out of the back. You connected the dots and when you look at the menu, at the top you see, written in chalk SONG ICE CREAM.

“Your family owns an ice cream parlor? Why am I now finding this out!” You gasp and hit his arm lightly causing him to laugh.

“Just wanted to surprise you with something,” Mingi shrugs hiding an obvious smile, “Y/N this is my mother and that’s my father.” Mingi points to the woman and then a man who comes out from the back of the shop.

“Hello,” you smile and slightly bow your head. Mingi had told you a little bit about Korean culture in previous study dates as you noticed that sometimes he writes or mumbles in his native language. He had moved here about four years ago and his parents opened up the shop a few months after moving and it’s been very successful, but he never told you it was ice cream, your favorite sweet.

“What would you like to have darling?” His mother asks as she stands behind the bar. You looked over all your choices and you couldn’t seem to make up your mind since you couldn’t find your ultimate favorite flavor, but that flavor is also not common to come by in all ice cream parlor shops.

“Has the cotton candy come in yet?” Mingi asks and his mother nods her head, “that’s what she wants.”

“You ordered me my favorite flavor?” You look up at the tall boy.

“Of course. Gotta have a reason to bring you here more than once,” Mingi jokes causing you to blush. His mother disappears in the back, his father following. His mother returns a couple minutes later with a small bowl of cotton candy ice cream which you gladly take and return a thank you. Mingi orders his ice cream and the two of you take seats next to the window and watch as people pass by and the snow light fall into the streets and parts of the side walks.

“Thank you for all of this Minnie,” you tell him using the nickname you had given him a few day ago.

“You’re welcome,” Mingi smiles.

“The past two weeks have been the best weeks of my life,” you ramble on, “all because of you.”

“Well it’s good to hear that my plan had worked,” Mingi chuckles.

“Plan?” You asks.

“Y/N, I’ve had a crush on your for the longest time. At least I know you feel the same,” Mingi smiles softly at you, causing you to blush. How had he figured that you had developed the feelings?

“Am I really that obvious?” You mumble looking down at your ice cream, avoiding his stare.

“Actually no,” Mingi admits, “took me awhile to figure it out. But I’m happy I did because I really like you.” Mingi reaches across the table and take your hand, his cold hand intertwining with your cold hand. He pulls it closer to him and he leans and places a small cold kiss onto your hand causing you to blush even harder. “So what do you say, Y/N? Be my girlfriend?” You bite down on your lips while you smile and you nod your head yes. Now you can call Mingi, aka the big bad softie, your boyfriend.

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kanecb89 · 4 years ago

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Reflect, and realize your own bias.

Few photographs are powerful enough to change public opinion so vigorously it can no longer be ignored. Charles Moore’s Birmingham, Alabama 1963 photo of police using canines to attack peaceful protesters is that powerful. This image, a part of a series of photos, depicts the violence and aggression used against African Americans during the civil rights movement. Police calmly moving forward appearing to issue commands to their canines. African American protesters moving away in fear; one man having his pants torn by a German Shepard as he tries to escape. This image published in Life magazine shocked the U.S. public and prompted outrage and cries for equality. This photo is a part of our history, a history that in many ways we still struggle with. Moore’s photo depicts the brutality of segregation, racism, and human rights abuse, which must continue to be exposed in impactful and unignorable ways.

The photo, as its namesake states, was taken in Birmingham, Alabama in May of 1963. Birmingham is often considered to be “The Climax of modern civil rights movement…” (Eskew). It started with Fred L. Shuttlesworth, an African American preacher and founding member of the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights (ACMHR). Shuttlesworth invited Martin Luther King Jr. and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) to Birmingham to protest the continued segregation in the city. Initially the protests were ineffective at bringing any attention to segregation or even engaging much of the African American community. This changed in May of 1963 when African American youth and children were used to help bring attention to the protests. As hundreds of school children were being arrested and bussed to jails the African American community became enraged (Eskew). Peaceful protests lined the streets, in response the city brought out their dogs and hoses. The intent was to break the community and force the protests to end. Thanks to Charles Moore’s work for Life magazine just the opposite happened.

The incredible imagery that Moore created with this photo, and his series of photos, was not by accident. Prior to being a photographer Moore was in the military and was a boxer but he himself said “-my camera is my tool and I would rather have that be my weapon than my fists any day” (Love). The photo focuses on the divide between protesters and the police, African Americans on the left police on the right. The fear is vivid on the faces of the protestors as a dog tears into a man’s pants. A woman, just behind the man being attacked, holds onto another African American man and stares at the dog in horror. The officer holding the dog looks calm, he has his nightstick in hand ready for the protestors, the other officers appear to be as calm as he does. None of the protestors appear to be violent, none are holding weapons or rocks and yet they are beset with violence. Moore captures this divide so quintessentially that it could no longer be ignored. This photo was intended for the American people to reflect on the question, “What system had they created, and had they become a part of?” By forcing all Americans to confront their moral and fallacious beliefs on human rights Moore was able to compel change. Even now, as technology evolves, we need journalism, photography and reflection to continue eradicating racism in America.

While many believe racism has ended in America they would be mistaken; you don’t have to look far to see its effects. Brian Jones, an educator, activist, and African American male told a story in an article he wrote for the Guardian. He described a scenario at his high school where one of the few African American students found a noose hanging in his locker (Jones). This article was written in 2018, Brian Jones was attending high school in the 90’s, during a resurgence of the civil rights movement. The creation and rapid growth of the Black Lives Matter movement in response to murders of African Americans by Anglo-Saxon Americans is another effect we can witness. Brought to light in the shooting of Trayvon Martin by George Zimmerman, and then spread like wildfire after the death of Michael Brown at the hands of Darren Wilson. Both of these killings were committed at the hands of white men who were never convicted of a crime. Both of the young black men killed were not a threat by all evidence presented. The pattern continued with: Terence Crutcher, Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, Walter Scott, Eric Harris, Tony Robinson, Tamir Rice and many, more. Even more dangerous to the freedom and upward growth of non-white Americans is the use of prison and socio-economic conditions to keep them in a “lower class” than their white counterparts.

The Economic Policy Institute released a report on December 15, 2016 with statistics that should shock any American as it relates to race, imprisonment and socio-economic effects. They found that African American children are six times as likely as a white child to have or have had an incarcerated parent, and that a growing share of African Americans have been arrested for drug crimes, despite being no more likely to sell or use drugs than their white counterparts (Morsy and Rothstein 2). The effects on these children can be life long and significantly affect their future. The report shows that these children are more likely to: drop out of school, develop learning disabilities, misbehave in school, and suffer from a variety of mental illnesses (Morsy 2). It is common knowledge that a whole and healthy family: will have children more equipped for life, will on average earn more salary as an adult, and will have less developmental and psychological issues. An added effect to the incarceration levels is a loss of income in African American communities when one parent is removed. This forces many of these families into low or impoverished states, often in areas ridden with crime and violence. By nature, we begin to believe the African Americans living in these communities are the reason for the crime instead of a wealth of other factors. When we start to equate the area that one lives and works with the person that they are we make grave mistakes. We no longer separate the image of an African American and that of criminal activity; we assume they are criminals by the color of their skin not by the content of their nature. We simply cannot risk furthering the notion that being black is criminal.

The photos that Charles Moore took were a catalyst for changing our view of human rights especially for the African American communities. By taking a photo showing the clear lines drawn, and the calmness and violence used by those in power, he galvanized change. Moore helped to create the support that lead to the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. Even as powerful as that message is, we are still mired in racism and classism against our communities of color, especially our African American communities. By continuing to reveal these travesties for what they are and keeping this conversation at the forefront of our minds we can work to end discrimination and racism. In order to do so it must be fought whenever and wherever it presents itself. We can all learn from Charles Moore and continue to fight discrimination peacefully; with our talents, and our voices as opposed to our fists.

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fanfics4all · 6 years ago

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The Northside Serpent: Part 20

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Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

Word count: 4591

Warnings: Anything in Season 2 episode 22

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Summary: You’re Kevin Keller’s little sister when you’re mom left to go to war and your dad started cheating (I’m making it so he’s been cheating since season 1) You started rebelling; dying your hair, getting a nose piercing, tattoo, and hanging out on the southside.

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Y/N’s POV

I gasped for air and sat up. A pain went through my body and I groaned. I laid back down and groaned again in pain.

“Dad!” I heard my brother’s voice say. He moved into my field of view and had a relieved smile on his face.

“You’re okay!” He said happily and hugged me.

“Kev!” I groaned and he pulled away.

“Sorry Y/N/N…” He said and I just smiled.

“Y/N?” I heard my dad say and he had a relieved smile on his face too.

“Dad!” I said happily and he got up. He hugged me but was more careful than my brother.

“You’re alive…” He said pulling back and a tear fell down his face.

“I’m alive dad.” I said and he grabbed my hand.

“We thought you were gone…” Kevin said.

“Hey, you think I would leave? Then who the hell would annoy you?” I asked lightening the mood. He gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand.

“Same old Y/N.” He chuckled.

“Honey, you were shot. How could you joke when you almost died?” My dad asked and I sighed.

“Because I’m alive dad. You guys are alive and my friends are alive.” I answered with a smile, he shook his head.

“You took a bullet for one of those Serpents…” He said and I looked down.

“Please, can we not do this?” I asked.

“You could have died and for what? A criminal?” He asked loudly.

“They’re not criminals! They are my friends and they helped me when you were off cheating on mom!” I said annoyed.

“Come on guys, Y/N’s alive can’t we just be happy about that?” Kevin asked trying to stop the fight that was sure to break out.

“Um… are we interrupting something?” I heard Jughead say. I looked over and smiled at him and Betty.

“Actually-”

“No, you’re not. Come on in.” I said happy to see my friends.

“Jug, what happened to you?” I asked when they walked closer.

“Long story, but pretty much I made a deal with Hiram, me for the Serpents safety.” He said and my eyes widened.

“I’m fine, how are you though? My dad told us you died…” He said and I stared at him shocked.

“What?” I asked confused.

“I told him to tell them you were dead.” My dad spoke up.

“You what?” I asked shocked.

“I thought if they thought you were dead they’d forget about you and everything would be fine.” He said and I narrowed my eyes are him.

“So Swee-”

“Where is she!?” I was cut off by the only voice I really wanted to hear.

“Sir you can’t go in there!” A nurse called.

“Fuck that! Where is my girlfriend?” He shouted and I smiled. Same old Sweet Pea.

“Juggie, could you maybe go get him and make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone?” I asked and Jughead laughed.

“You got it Quinny.” He said and walked out. He returned a minute later with Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea.

“Y/N!” He said and ran up to me. He engulfed me in a hug, it hurt but I honestly didn’t care. Sweet Pea was in my arms and I couldn’t be happier.

“You’re alive.” He said pulling back and he had tears in his eyes.

“I’m alive.” I said placing my hand on his cheek.

“I thought I lost you…” He said and a tear fell down his cheek.

“It’ll take a lot more to get rid of me baby.” I said with a smile and I wiped his tears away. He shook his head and smiled.

“Don’t you ever do something stupid like that again.” He said seriously.

“I wasn’t just gonna let Fangs get shot!” I defended myself.

“Next time you better! Because if I have to listen to Sweet Pea wanting to die because he lost his world again I might just shoot myself.” Fangs joke and I couldn’t help but giggle a little. His words then registered in my head.

“Wait… You were talking about not wanting to live?” I asked him. He scratched the back of his neck and nodded.

“Without you there’s no reason to live…” He said and as sad as that was, it warmed my heart.

“Pea…” I said pulling him closer to me.

“I love you, but if anything like this ever happens again and I find out you were talking about wanting to die I will beat your ass.” I said which made Toni and Fangs laugh.

“I’m never letting anything like this happen again.” He said and I smiled.

“I love you too.” He added and kissed me. I forgot my brother and dad were in the room and our kiss was definitely more passionate than normal.

“Mmmh.” My dad cleared his throat. We pulled apart and Sweet Pea stood up but still had his arm around me.

“Dad… Can you please not do-”

“You were that worried about my daughter?” He asked and I was shocked.

“Yes sir.” Sweet Pea answered. My dad looked at us for a few moments and sighed.

“You really love each other don’t you?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes sir.” Sweet Pea answered.

“Dad, I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time that I love him more than anything.” I said and he sighed again. He walked over to us and placed a hand on Sweet Pea’s shoulder.

“You’ll take care of her?” He asked Sweets.

“I’d give my life for her.” Sweets answered.

“Okay, I give you two permission…” My dad said and I smiled.

“Wait really?” I asked happily.

“Really honey, if you truly love him then I won’t stand in your way.” He said and I smiled like crazy.

“Thank you dad!” I said happily and pulled him in for a hug. He chuckled and pulled back.

“Just make sure she’s okay.” My dad said to Sweets and he nodded.

“I promise, she’ll be safe.” He said and I smiled up at him.

I had to spend a few days in the hospital, but after that I was cleared to go back to school. I just needed to take it easy. My dad didn’t want me going back so soon, but I convinced him that I should and after a while of convincing he let me go back. I got dressed in a black crop top, a red plaid skirt, black boots, and a cute denim jacket. For makeup, I put on a red lip, a mix of purple, gray, and red eyeshadow, and I left my hair down and natural.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. My brother and dad looked at me and shook their head.

“Honey, don’t you think you should put something else on?” My dad asked.

“Why? My skirt covers my stitches.” I said confused and took a bit of the apple.

“But don’t you think something a little more modest would be good for you right now?” He asked and I sighed.

“Dad, I don’t want to go back to school as ‘the girl that just got shot and almost died’, I want to go back to school and make sure people know that I’m not some girl that won’t go down without a fight.” I said. My brother smirked at me and my dad just sighed.

“Honey I don’t think that’s a good idea…” He said.

“Come one dad, I think it’s fine! Besides, she had the Serpents watching her.” Kevin said and I smiled at him.

“And I’ll watch out for her too.” He added. My dad looked at us and sighed, but smiled.

“Alright, well you two better get to school.” He said and Kevin got up. He grabbed both our bags and walked outside. I hugged my dad and then ran out to meet Kevin. We got to school and went our separate ways. I went to my locker and put my stuff away. I went to my classes and didn’t get to see Sweet all day, it sucked. After school I went to my locker to get my stuff, when Sweet Pea walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey baby.” I said smiling up at him.

“Hey, you look amazing. But don’t you think you should have worn something a little less sexy?” He asked.

“Ya know, my dad asked me the same thing.” I smirked.

“And what’d you say to him?” He asked.

“I told him that I didn’t want people seeing me as the girl that almost died and that I’m a bad bitch.” I said and he smirked.

“And you used those exact words?” He asked.

“Maybe not that exact words but pretty much.” I said and he chuckled. He leaned down and kissed me, but Toni just had to come and ruin it.

“Hey lovebirds!” He called and Sweet groaned.

“Topaz really?” He said annoyed.

“Yes really, we need to go talk to Jughead.” She said and I looked at her confused.

“Oh right…” He said.

“What about?” I asked and they looked at me.

“Why don’t you come with us?” He asked and I nodded.

“Okay.” I said and closed my locker. The three of us walked into the Serpents club room. I took a seat on one of the desk and Sweet Pea stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me. Toni came and stood next to us, Jughead was leaning against the desk.

“So this is how it ends, huh? Not with a whimper, but with a memo from Weatherbee.” Jug said and tossed the piece of paper to the side.

“Huh?” I asked confused and looked up at Sweet Pea, he avoided my gaze.

“Riverdale High is now suddenly overcrowded. So, starting next week, all former Southside High students will be bussed to Seaside High, which is two hours away.” Toni said and my eyes widened.

“Meaning, he blames us for trashing the school during riot night.” Sweet Pea said annoyed.

“Well, to be fair, Sweet Pea, you did.” Jughead said and I looked up at him again.

“You trashed the school?” I asked and he sighed.

“Maybe a little…” He sighed.

“A little? You went on a rampage because as you said, a Northsider put Y/N in the hospital clinging to life.” Toni said.

“You trashed the school because of me?” I asked and he sighed.

“What’s our play, Jones? Do we have one?” He asked ignoring the question.

“I don’t know anymore, guys. I can’t keep fighting for a gang that doesn’t exist.” He said with a sigh.

“Well, what about us? Or any of the other Serpents at the Wyrm?” Toni asked.

“What Serpents at the Wyrm?” Jug asked. Instead of answering him Toni got up and walked out.

“Are we supposed to follow her or…?” Jughead asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes you idiot.” I said and hopped off the desk. Toni hopped on her bike, Jughead on his and Sweet Pea on his. I got on the back of Sweet’s and held on tight. He didn’t go as fast as he normally did, which was shocking. We were the last ones there. When we got there they lead Jughead and I inside, we saw a good amount of Serpents basically living there.

“What happened?” I whispered to Sweet Pea.

“Most of Sunnyside trailer park got burnt down…” He whispered back and my eyes widened.

“So you’re living here?” I asked shocked and he nodded.

“I don’t understand.” Jughead said before I could say anything more to my boyfriend.

“You saw what the Ghoulies did to most of Sunnyside.” Toni said.

“A lot of Serpents couldn’t afford to leave Riverdale. So we came here.” Sweets said.

“Does my dad know about this?” Jug asked. Toni and Sweet Pea just looked at each other. Jughead stormed home and I just stayed with Toni and Sweets. I looked and saw Fangs and ran to hug him.

“There’s my savior.” He said with a chuckle.

“You can pay me back over time.” I smirked.

“I owe you so much Quinny.” He said with a smile.

“You trying to steal my girl Fangs?” Sweets asked walking over with Toni.

“Hey, if she wants to be with the better man, who am I to stop her?” Fangs joked and put his arm around me.

“Yeah, why do you think I save his life Pea?” I asked playing along, his face dropped.

“What?” He asked not getting the joke. I shot up and walked over to him.

“Sweets, we’re joking! I would never leave you!” I said and wrapped my arms around him. He laughed and pulled me closer.

“I know you are babe.” He said and I glared up at him.

“That’s not fair!” I said and they all laughed. Toni’s phone rang and she walked off to take it.

“Who do you think it is?” Fangs asked.

“Cheryl, did you see the smile she got?” I said with a smirk.

“Yeah she’s totally head over heels for her.” Fangs said with a smirk.

“We gotta go.” Toni said before anyone could say anything back to Fangs.

“What? Why?” Cheryl just called me, there’s gonna be a raid here.” She said and everyone’s eyes widened.

“How much time do we have?” Sweets asked.

“I don’t know, her and Jughead are on their way.” She said and we nodded. We started gathering things. Everyone stopped when Jughead, Cheryl, and Archie walked through the doors.

“Take only what you absolutely need, and what you can carry with you. We need to move quickly and quietly. Sheriff Minetta’s forces are all over the Southside and they’re looking for our blood. If we want our skulls to remain uncracked, we have to go undetected.” Jughead said.

“Go where? There’s nowhere safe.” Sweet Pea said.

“We’ve been offered asylum on the Northside.” He answered and everyone moved to finish getting their things. Sweet Pea pulled me to the side and he had worry written all over his face.

“Babe, I think you should go home…” He said, but I shook my head.

“No way, I’m going with you guys. My dad knows I’m here and he knows what’s going on. He said as long as I stay safe I can be with you and the Serpents whenever.” I said and he sighed.

“But I don’t know if it’s going to be safe Y/N, I can’t lose you again…” He said and a tear escaped his eye. I moved my hand to his cheek and wiped it away.

“Sweets, you’ll never lose me. But I am doing this with you because I can’t lose you.” I said and he sighed again.

“Okay, but stay close to me this time, please?” He said and I nodded with a smile.

“I’ll stick to you like glue.” I said and he smiled.

“Come on lovebirds, we have to go!” Toni called with a smirk. Sweet Pea grabbed my hand and his bag and we left to sneak to the Northside. The cops were everywhere and we were walking down a street when we heard a car behind us. Everyone paused for a second but then ran when we heard the sirens growing closer. Sweets pulled me with him and wrapped his arm around me to get me closer to him. He was worried, I could tell. Even if he wasn’t showing it, I knew he was. We finally made it to the bridge that leads to the Northside when Jughead paused and looked back. All the Serpents did. They were losing their home all because of where they grew up, it’s not like they had a choice in the matter. I wanted to fix this for them, but there was nothing I could do. Jughead turned back and we all continued walking. We walked all the way to Archie’s house where the Serpents were hiding out for the time being. I wanted to stay with Sweet Pea and everyone, but they told me to go home. So I did. I went home and my brother and dad were already asleep. I quietly walked up to my room and set an alarm to get up way earlier than normal so I could go to Archie’s and see how everyone was.

I got up bright and early and threw open my closet to see what I should wear. I put on a cute gray crop top, some black jeans with the knees cut out, and some cute chunky heeled boots. For makeup, I just did a dark smokey eye and my favorite red lip.

I walked downstairs and looked through my phone, I saw I had a few text from my Serpent friends. I opened Toni’s first and saw her telling me everyone was okay and that Sweet Pea ended up cuddling with Fangs. I immediately texted her back asking if she got a picture of it, She said she did and said she’ll show me them later. Then I looked at Fang’s texts and they said that he and Sweets didn’t cuddle and Toni is lying. I laughed as I made my tea. I texted him back saying sure with a smiley face. Then I saw Sweet Pea texted me.

I smiled at the texts and finished making my tea. I grabbed an orange and quickly ate it. Right as I finished Sweet Pea pulled up in front of my house. I smiled and ran outside. He was getting off his bike and took off his helmet. He smiled at me and I hugged him. He pulled me close to him and leaned down and kissed me. It was perfect, until we heard someone clear their throat from behind us. We pulled apart and saw my dad standing there.

“Morning dad.” I said with a smile.

“Where are you going so early?” He asked with his arms crossed.

“I’m going with Sweet Pea to see the other Serpents, they were pretty much run out of the Southside…” I said nervously.

“So where are you staying?” He asked Sweets.

“Uh, Andrews’ let us stay at his.” Sweets said scratching the back of his neck.

“All of you?” He asked and Sweets nodded. My dad looked at me and I bit my lip.

“Well… if you ever need a place to stay for a few days, you’re welcome to stay here.” He said and I looked at him shocked.

“Are you serious dad?” I asked and he smiled.

“Yes honey.” He answered.

“So what is he gonna stay in my room?” I asked and my dad shook his head.

“No, he can stay with Kevin.” He said and I shook my head.

“So my brother can steal my boyfriend? No way!” I said.

“He’s not my type!” I heard Kevin shout from inside, which made everyone laugh.

“Then your type sucks!” I shouted back and Sweets chuckled.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Dad said.

“Fineee…” I said and he smiled.

“Go, but you better not skip school.” He said and I smiled.

“We won’t!” I said and Sweet Pea got on his bike. He handed me his helmet and I put it on. I got on the back and held him tight. I waved goodbye to my dad and we were off. We got to Archie’s place and it was packed. Archie’s dad was making breakfast for everyone and he looked happy.

“Hey Y/N, can I get you anything?” He asked.

“No thank you Mr. Andrews.” I smiled and he nodded.

“Do you want some help?” I asked him and He smiled.

“No thanks Y/N, but thank you for the offer.” He said and I nodded.

“Hey finally you guys got here!” Fangs said walking up with Toni, Jughead, and Archie.

“Sorry, my dad wanted to talk to us.” I said.

“Everything good?” Archie asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, he actually offered to let Sweet Pea stay over.” I smiled

“What? Really?” Fangs asked shocked.

“Yeah, I guess he’s pretty cool with Sweets now.” I said.

“Anyway, we have a plan to keep Southsiders at Riverdale High.” Jughead said.

“ What is it?” I asked. Jughead and Archie just smirked at each other.

When we got to school and gathered everyone up. Jughead and the Serpents, with the help of Archie and I, handed some people a Serpent jacket. We all stood in the hall just outside of Weatherbee’s office. He walked out and was shocked, but also annoyed.

“What’s the meaning of this?” He asked.

“It’s a show of support, sir. For the Southsiders who are being wrongly transferred out of our school.” Archie said.

“We’re all prepared to walk out.” I added and Sweet Pea placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Any student who walks out better keep walking, because they’ll be expelled.” Weatherbee said.

“Then you’ll have an empty school.” I said with a bit of sass and Jughead covered my mouth.

“You’re a good man, Principal Weatherbee. You’re not the kind of person who discriminates. And if you are, then expel me. Because I don’t want to be apart of that.” Archie said saving it. Weatherbee looked at all of us.

“Everyone, get to class.” He said then walked back into his office. Everyone walked away and Sweet Pea pulled me to him.

“You know, you look very hot in a Serpent jacket.” He said with a smirk.

“It is a really nice jacket.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

“How about we make it official?” He asked wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Wait, are you asking me to join the Serpents?” I asked and he smiled.

“Would that be so bad?” He asked.

“No, but my dad…” I said.

“We can work it out, but I really want you to be my Serpent gal.” He said and I smirked.

“I would love that Sweets.” I answered and he smiled. He pulled me in for a kiss and I giggled at how happy he was. Later that day we were all voting for class President. All of us were voting for Archie. The next day everyone was in the student lounge waiting for the results. I was sitting in Sweet Pea’s lap and he was sneakily kissing my neck, he was in a very touchy mood today.

“Attention, Riverdale High students.” Weatherbee said over the PA.

“The results of your student council election are in.” He said and everyone stood up.

“And your new student body President is…” He paused.

“Archie Andrews!” He said and everyone cheered.

“In unrelated news, for the foreseeable future, all former Southside High students will remain at Riverdale High. That is all.” He said and everyone cheered. I got off Sweet Pea, which made him stand up and I pulled him down for a kiss. I heard someone take pictures, but I really didn’t care. My love wasn’t leaving me and I couldn’t be happier.

After school the Serpents were going to Sweetwater River to celebrate them still being alive and well. Jughead invited us and I of course was going, and Cheryl was going for Toni. I was hanging out with Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Jughead when FP whistled to get everyone attention.

“Listen up now! Hey, listen up!” He shouted, the music turned off and everyone looked at him.

“Some 60 years ago, the very first Serpent meeting took place on these same Riverbanks. And it makes sense that this is where we gather now, Where I…” He paused and we all stared at him.

“Where I say my goodbye. Jughead, would you step up here, son?” He said. We all looked at him confused, but Jughead got up and stood next to his dad.

“I’m retiring from the Serpents. For real this time.” He said and everyone started talking, no one was happy about this.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… But my boy, my boy has never stopped fighting for this crew. Hell, he almost died for it. That’s why I’m giving you the mantle.” He said to Jughead and everyone cheered.

“And now, as your first official duty as Serpent King…” He said and and motioned to Toin. She walked up to him with a bag and pulled out a red Serpent Jacket. FP handed it to Jughead and everyone cheered as he walked off the little stage.

“Alright, alright.” Jughead said quieting everyone.

“All I can say is, I love you dad.” He said and I smiled, I could feel tears forming in my eyes but I blinked them away… what can I say, I’m a bit of a sap.

“And the Serpents will not die out. No on my watch.” He said and everyone cheered. I watched as Cheryl took off her jacket and handed it to Toni. She walked up to Jughead and he helped her put on her new Serpent Jacket. Cheryl walked back over to Toni and they kissed.

“Awww, they’re so cute.” I said looking at my friends.

“That’s not all!” Jughead said and everyone quieted down again.

“I wasn’t the only one that almost died for the Serpents! Y/N Keller took a bullet for Fangs and we all thought she died! She took a bullet for him and she’s not even one of us!” He said and everyone cheered. I looked at him confused and then up at Sweet Pea and Fangs. They just smiled at me.

“Toni.” Jughead said and I looked over to see Toni pulling out another red Serpent Jacket. She handed it to Jughead and he smiled at me.

“Y/N, come on up.” He said and I looked at him shocked. Sweet Pea pushed me to get up and I looked back at him. Sweet Pea and Fangs nodded at me to go and I smiled. I walked up to him and he helped me same as he did with Cheryl. He smiled at me and everyone cheered once again. I hugged him and then ran back to Sweet Pea. He hugged me and lifted me up, being careful of my stitches. He gave me the biggest kiss and when it was over he pulled back, he had the biggest smile on his face.

“I love you Y/N.” He said and I smiled at him.

“I love you too, Sweet Pea.” I said.

We were in the school gym watching Archie officially become class President. The Vixens had just got done and Weatherbee was about to speak.

“Students, faculty and staff, before we inaugurate Archie Andrews in as our new student council President, please rise for our national anthem.” He said and everyone stood up. We put our hands over our hearts and Josie got up to sing. Archie was smiling at us and we smiled back, he was so happy. Suddenly the door opened and we watched as Sheriff Minetta walked in with some other cops and arrested Archie.

“Sheriff Minetta, what are you doing?” Archie asked.

“Archie Andrews, you’re under arrest for the murder of Shadow Lake resident, Cassidy Bullick.” He said.

“What? I didn’t kill him-”

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. Yout have the right to an attorney…” He continued to list off the rights and we all watched in shock.

“Hey! Let him go!” I shouted and went to go run, but Sweet Pea held me back. We watched as our friend was lead out of the school in handcuffs…

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Collateral Damage [M]

↬ Pairing: Gang!OT12 | Baekhyun x OC/Sehun x OC

↬ Summary:

“Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes”– Johann Wolfgang

Chanyeol certainly never thought his life would transpire the way it has. At 19, he never expected to become a guardian and have to support the both of them. He hadn't planned on running one of the most successful gangs at the age of 24, but of all the things he hadn't planned on, he certainly wasn't prepared for the day his rivals kidnapped his sister. Everyone knows that you never touch Chanyeol’s sister but his rivals seemed to have missed that little detail and had no idea about the war they just started.

↬ Word Count: 6.6k

↬ Warnings: Drugs, Abuse(s), Violence, and Death

↬ Genre: Angst

↬ Part: Trailer | 1

Chanyeol handed her the popsicle he had just bought with a smile, “Aren’t you having one?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already eaten.” He lied. His stomach growled while he watched her happily eat the ice cream, he had bought her. Leaning back on his hands the two enjoyed the sunlight in front of the gas station down the road from where they lived. The curb had become a second home during the summer and unlike most siblings, he enjoyed having her around.

“Minah…” He let her name hang in the air to grab her attention.

“Hmm?”

“You know once school starts, we’ll be at different schools now, right?” the smile fell from her lips and she nodded. Chanyeol would be starting high school this year which put them at different schools and both would be released at different times. “I don’t want you going home by yourself.” The heavy topic sobered the mood. “He’s gotten worse and I don’t want you there without me, so either come here or go to the library and I’ll come to get you so we can walk home together.”

She leaned over and hugged him as tightly as she could. It would be the first time they would be separated like this since she came to her current foster home. The two of them had dubbed it the ‘house of horrors’ and he had promised to protect her until they could get out of the system. “Thank you.” She mumbled against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her in return and squeezed her tight, “as long as I’m with you there’s nothing to worry about.” Chanyeol had become a sense of comfort for her and been the only one in her life to truly love and protect her. She felt safe with him and she never wanted to lose that.

“Minah you’re staying here, end of story.” Chanyeol huffed in frustration knowing that she wouldn’t let it go.

“No, it’s not. Oppa you’ve made me stay at home for two weeks already. I’m a social creature unlike you.” Minah stood with her hands on her hips glaring at her older brother.

“For once can you not argue with me and do what I ask?” Her older brother pulled on his jacket and looked at his younger sister. “You know I wouldn’t do this unless I had to.”

Minah felt like that was an unfair blow to make. She knew that Chanyeol cared about her, probably more than anyone else. So, when she did push back when he was being too overprotective, she always felt bad because she knew it was coming from the right place. “Oppa, please! I’ve stayed in for the last two weeks like you asked—”

This got a sarcastic laugh out of her brother, “You got busted at the race just last weekend and this was after you promised me you would stay home.”

“Traitor.” She mumbled. She knew that Minseok would probably tell her brother that he had caught her there, but he must have talked her brother down because he normally would have come home in a tirade and she would have to sit and listen to him lecture her for an hour.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, “Minseok isn’t a traitor Minah, he’s around to help protect us. Trust me when I say that he protected your ass once he told me.” He looked at his sister in warning, “I won’t be in town so for the love of god, please, stay home.” He walked over and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

“Be safe.” She mumbled begrudgingly.

“I text Sehun to come keep you company tonight.”

“Oppa! He was on a date!” She wanted to hit her brother. Minah had worked her ass off trying to talk Sehun into going on that date in the first place.

“I gotta go. Stay put until he gets here.” Chanyeol pointed a finger at her in warning before walking out the door and reminding her to lock it.

Minah walked over to the couch after locking the door and dropped down onto it with a huff. She hated being stuck at home and she was tired of being so isolated. Her only outlet was school, but she had already finished with her finals so she no longer had anything to study for. Poor Sehun, her best friend, had suffered the same fate just to be there to keep her company. She looked at her phone knowing that the rest of the group would be at the party she had been dying to go to. Kai, who was basically her second brother, had managed to score his biggest win to date while racing for Chanyeol. To celebrate he decided to throw a party at his parents’ mansion and if she was truthful, she fell in love with the mansion, even more, every time she went.

She chewed on her bottom lip contemplating on going anyways, despite what Chanyeol said. He was going to be out of the city for the night which meant that Minah could go and not have to worry about running into her brother. Her only obstacle was her brother’s friends, but most of them were putty in her hands so she hoped that she would be able to bend them to her will so they wouldn’t tell him.

Deciding to risk it she stood and slipped her phone in her pocket and grabbed her jacket to put it on. Sliding her shoes on she walked out and locked the door and double checked to make sure she had locked it before heading down to the bus stop. It still felt weird seeing the nice hallways with a tall ceiling and fancy carpet. Chanyeol had finally decided to move both of them to a more upscale apartment with better security after someone tried to break in while Minah had been home. It didn’t take much convincing for Minah to agree and the two were moving into a new place only a week later.

It took about an hour and three different busses to actually make it to Kai’s neighborhood. Once she stepped off the bus she made a mental note to talk to Chanyeol about finally getting her a car like he promised for when she graduated high school. Thanking her lucky stars that his parent's house was towards the front of the neighborhood she started her half mile trek to the party. She could hear the chaos before she could see it. His parents had bought the five lots surrounding their house so they were far enough away to not deal with their neighbors.

The warmth from inside the house had her taking off her jacket as she made her way through the house. She felt a vibration coming from her pocket so she pulled her phone out and saw Sehun’s smiling face looking back at her as it continued to vibrate. She bit her lip knowing that he had probably gone to her apartment and noticed the fact that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Instead of answering Minah sent a text to him letting him know that she was fine and would call him later. Even after sending it his calls didn’t stop so she just turned it completely on silent before putting it back in her pocket.

“Well, aren’t you beautiful.” a voice caused Minah to roll her eyes. The one downfall to the parties was the fact that there were drunk and horny guys looking for a piece of ass to take home. Most of the people that normally show up knew that she was off limits and if they tried anything, she had a band of brothers ready to end you for it.

“Yeah, I’m not interested.” She continued to try and scan the living room to see if she saw any of her brother’s friends. She wanted to keep her presence a secret and strolling into a room with all of them was the last thing she wanted.

The guy grabbed her arm as soon as she started to walk away which forced her to face him. The guy was attractive enough but she could tell that he was completely wasted and her best move was to just walk away because a drunk guy starting something over getting turned down would be the opposite of laying low. Minah pulled her arm away and gave the guy a small smile before turning and heading past the stairs but the guy pulled her and backed her against the wall. She refused to make eye contact with him even though he had a hold of her chin trying to force her to look at him.

“Minyoung if you have any sense you better drop your hold on her if you don’t want Chanyeol to come looking for your ass.” Minah closed her eyes cursing her luck. She looked over Minyoung’s shoulder and saw Kai standing at the foot of the stairs with a murderous stare.

“This doesn’t involve him, who is he to decide who I wanna fuck so stay out of it Kai” The guy ran his thumb along her cheek and she looked away wanting to just sink into the wall to put distance between the two of them. There was a tug and then a sudden rush of warmth upon arm. She turned to see Kai with Minyoung in his grasp and fabric bunched in his hand. Minah looked down and noticed that her shirt was now ripped and you could see her bra. She grabbed the tattered pieces and held them together to keep herself covered.

“Don’t you ever lay a finger on her again!” his voice was deep and beyond angry and Minah knew that she was going to get lectured once Kai handled Minyoung. “Minseok!” he yelled out and it took only a moment for him to show up with a curious expression. His eyes landed on her hand that was holding the fabric so it kept her covered.

“Minah, what happened to your shirt?”

Kai looked in Minah direction and saw that her shirt had been ripped. He turned to Minyoung and punched him as hard as he could causing the guy to stumble towards the wall and falling to the floor holding his head. “Minseok.” That was all Kai had to say for Minseok to understand what he wanted.

“With pleasure.” Minseok looked at the guy with extreme distaste as he dragged him out by the collar of his shirt.

Kai’s eyes went back to Minah and she could tell he wasn’t happy. He walked and stood in front of her with his arms crossed “You know you aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Jongin—” she used his real name in hopes to soften him up but he cut her off knowing exactly what she was doing.

“No, don’t even try that with me. Chanyeol is going to kill you, you know that right? Minyoung will be lucky if he doesn’t end up in a body bag.” He was disappointed in Minah for being so rash in her decisions.

“Don’t tell him, please.” She grabbed his hands pleading with him.

Kai shook his head, “I’m not keeping this from him. He has his reasons for making you stay home.”

“Minah I swear to god!” She turned seeing Sehun standing there his eyes blazing in anger. Her eyes went back to Kai and he was shaking his head knowing that she was about to get an ear full and he thought she deserved it.

“I gotta call Chanyeol, I’ll leave you to it,” Kai said as soon as Sehun walked up.

“Jongin! Please!” He turned and walked off with his phone in hand.

“Shit.” She cursed at herself for deciding to come knowing that she would be lucky if Chanyeol didn’t turn around and come back home just to yell at her.

“What the hell were you thinking.” Her eyes moved to Sehun. She bit her lip and dropped her eyes in guilt, she felt bad making him worry. Chanyeol and Sehun were the only two people in her life that really affected her when they were mad at her.

“You were on your date,” Minah mumbled knowing the both of them knew the excuse was bullshit.

“Do you have any idea what you put me through?” He ran his fingers through his hair, his anger dissipating now that he had her right in front of him.

“Sehun-ah, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” She bit her lip nervously. The one thing she hated the most in the world was when Sehun or Chanyeol was disappointed in her. She would rather them scream at her until they were red in the face instead of being disappointed in her.

“You realize Chanyeol hyung is going to beat my ass because of your little impromptu trip, right?”

Minah grabbed his hand, “No he won’t, I’ll talk to him and make sure he knows that I left almost right after him and it was before you got there and I wouldn’t answer your calls.” She sighed, “How did you even know I was here?”

“Because you’ve been complaining for two days that he wouldn’t let you go, also because Minseok called me when I was almost here, about five minutes ago, to let me know you were here.” He motioned to where a group of people stood in the living room with beers in their hand.

When Minah looked over to the group of people she heard a quick intake of breath and looked back over at Sehun who looked livid. “What the hell happened to your shirt? Did someone try to force themselves on you? Who was it?” She put a hand on his chest to make sure he wouldn’t go on a tirade through the house.

“Minseok and Kai took care of it. I’m fine, okay? It’s just a shirt.” Sehun had already started to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off leaving him in a plain black undershirt.

“Here, take this.” He helped her put her arms into the sleeves and wrapped it around her. He started buttoning the bottom buttons and she put her hand on his.

“I got it.” She dropped her hands so she could replace his and continued buttoning it the rest of the way up. When she looked back up at him, he still looked angry. “Sehun-ah.” Minah leaned in and hugged him tightly around the middle. He was practically a head taller than her, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head with a sigh.

“Let’s get you home in case Chanyeol shows up.”

Kai came from around the corner and startled her as he started to talk, “He’s right, you should probably head home. Chanyeol is livid. I did my best to calm him down but I don’t think it did any good.”

Minah dropped her hold on Sehun and walked over to Kai and hugging him tightly, “Thank you for earlier.” her voice muffled against his chest, “You’re always looking out for me.”

Kai hugged her tightly, “I always will. Now get home in case Chanyeol decides to head back and maybe you can work your little sister magic and he won’t kill you.”

She rolled her eyes at his dramatics, “Okay, okay. I’m heading out.” She turned to go but gasped and turned back around, “I forgot to congratulate you on your race!” Minah cried out.

Kai couldn’t help but laugh at her antics considering what was hanging over her head at the current moment. She had always put everyone before herself no matter what it was, “You can gift me your return home.” He smiled at her. He looked over at Sehun seriously, who was waiting patiently with his arms crossed, “Take her home and don’t let her out of your sight. I’m serious Sehun, you know what’s at stake.”

Minah hated when secrets were talked about around her. She understood why Chanyeol kept her in the dark but it only frustrated her that he wouldn’t include her. If she knew, then maybe she wouldn’t make the decisions that make him so angry. After what had happened with the foster home and everything she dealt with, Chanyeol wanted to do everything he could to protect her. Telling her when things were going wrong and possibly dangerous would only cause her to worry and he didn’t want to be the source of that.

Sehun’s eyes cut over to Minah and she looked down feeling completely awful for making him worry and coming to get her, “I know, he explained it all to me.”

Minah sighed and Kai nudged her over towards Sehun, “One of you text me when you get there.”

With Sehun driving her back home the ride took less than fifteen minutes. A comfortable silence followed them all the way up to her apartment. Both of them sighed in relief when they saw that Chanyeol hadn’t decided to turn around and come back home. Minah pulled out her phone and text Kai to let him know they had arrived safe and that it looked like Chanyeol decided to not to come back.

Sehun sat on the couch just as Minah’s cell phone started to ring. She looked down to see a picture of her and her brother staring back at her. Her heart raced as she tried to prepare herself for his tirade.

Minah took a deep breath and answered it, “Hi Oppa—”

“Do you realize the stress you put people through with your antics!? Not just me but Kai and everyone else that cares about you? Stop rebelling like a child—”

Minah’s anger flared, “Oppa!” she yelled, “If someone would actually tell me what the hell is going on then maybe I could take your warnings seriously and not you being overprotective. You can’t save me from the world Oppa! I still need to have a life!”

“Goddammit Minah!” he roared through the phone causing her to pull the phone away from her ear, “When are you going to stop acting like a teenager and grow up?! Life isn’t sunshine and rainbows Minah, it’s dark with a bunch of fucked up people roaming around. I didn’t take those beatings just so you could carelessly put yourself at risk!”

She bit her lip to keep it from trembling. She hated when Chanyeol yelled at her and his last comment had tears threatening to fall. She tried to muffle her sniffle but Sehun grabbed the phone from her. “Hyung I don’t know what was said but you’re going too far.” Sehun usually never interfered but he heard Chanyeol’s last comment and knew that if he continued it would only reduce Minah to tears.

“Sehun what the hell are you d—”

“You made her cry.” Sehun cut him off and he heard Chanyeol sigh followed by a thud.

“Let me talk to her.”

“Are you going to be nice?”

“Sehun give her the fucking phone!” he barked.

Sehun made Minah look at him. She had streaks of tears on her face, so Sehun used his free hand and wiped the tears from her eyes with the pad of his thumb before handing her the phone with a comforting smile.

Minah held the phone to her ear and made a noise indicating that she was listening, “Minah, you are the most important thing to me and toying with your life just to go to a goddamn party? Kai wins races all the time and if you wanted to see the guys that badly we could have invited them over, and don’t think I don’t know about you ditching Sehun,” Minah looked at Sehun who was still standing beside her, “Once all this shit has passed, I’ll tell you, but nothing positive will come out of you knowing right now.” The only response he received was a sniffle.

“Look I’ll be back early tomorrow, so just stay at the apartment and Sehun can stay if you want. Chanyeol paused with a small sigh, “Please don’t cry Minah, you know I hate it when you cry. I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

“Okay. Stay safe.” Her voice barely audible.

The two of them hung up and Sehun pulled her into a hug as soon as she dropped her arm that was holding the phone. The two stood like that for a while as Sehun slowly rubbed her back. Chanyeol always had a shitty filter when it came to arguments where emotions were involved. Everyone knew that what he said was true, Minah was the most important thing in his life and the thought of something happening to her crippled him. Sehun was often the one comforting Minah after his tirades of him saying something without thinking.

“Do you wanna stay over? Chanyeol said it was fine.”

“If you want me to I will.” Minah nodded and mentioned watching a movie until they fell asleep and Sehun went to lock the front door.

Minah wouldn’t admit it but the adrenaline rush from her run-in with Minyoung had seriously exhausted her. She absentmindedly put her hand up to where he had torn her shirt. Sehun’s hand covered hers and she looked over at him, “Are you okay after what happened?”

She nodded her head and pulled her hand from his letting it drop to her side, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“It’s okay if you’re not.”

“Sehun, I said I’m fine.” Her tone came off clipped and she instantly regretted it. He looked at her with a sympathetic gaze but dropped the topic.

The scene at Kai’s had reminded her so much of her last interaction with her foster dad and it shook her to the core. He had been a drunk and apparently hitting a defenseless fifteen-year-old girl wasn’t enough anymore. He had attempted to touch her and it was the first time she had ever fought back. Minah left with torn clothes and bruises around her neck where he had choked her, but she had protected herself. That was when her sleep problems started and she never fully recovered from them. She still had problems falling asleep and knowing that tonight might be more difficult than normal she was glad that Sehun had agreed to stay.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Minah nodded and he started looking through Netflix trying to find something worth watching. It felt like they had seen almost everything because of how often Chanyeol had forced her to stay home lately. Feeling something light and funny like an animated movie would be best, he selected Toy Story a true classic.

Minah climbed onto her bed and settled down under the covers and patted beside her inviting him to lay with her. He smiled at her and walked around and got comfortable laying on top of the covers but close enough where she could curl up against him if she wanted and that’s exactly what she did. Sehun started the movie and he saw the edge of her mouths twitch upward and he felt relief knowing he chose a movie she would approve of.

Minah ended up falling asleep a lot quicker than he anticipated. Throughout the movie, she scooted closer and laid her head on his lap and as usual, he would run his fingers through her hair and her body would always visibly relax. It made Sehun feel good that he could alleviate her anxiety over whatever had bothered her for that day. He continued even after she fell asleep because it was the only time he could allow his guard to waiver.

It was their graduation when he realized that what he felt for her wasn’t what guys normally feel for a girl that is just their friend. After asking a few of his friends he realized that he was absolutely, without a doubt, in love with his best friend and it was the worst realization he could have come to. After realizing this new-found information, it felt like the world was against him. Minah had fallen in love with Baekhyun just as Sehun had started to realize his feelings. When the asshole disappeared and left Minah in pieces he was left to help pick them up and place her back together all the while seeing just how much she loved him and Sehun would have given anything to be on the receiving end of it. Her feelings weren’t the only obstacle either after Baekhyun broke her heart like he did Chanyeol became even more protective and would beat the shit out of anyone that even thought about dating his sister. While he wasn’t Chanyeol’s close friend he knew that he also fell into that category because Chanyeol fully trusted Sehun to protect and take care of her.

Sehun tucked a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen into her face. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He wondered how long it would be until his heart was able to move on. He had talked to a few of his friends that had told him that they had a huge crush on a girl but after a while they became so close that the feelings eventually disappeared. They had gotten to the point where they only saw each other as close friends and would never be able to see each other as anything else. It had already been four years since Sehun met Minah and they only continued to get closer. He was beginning to feel like that it would never happen because he could admit, at least to himself, that what he felt for her wasn’t only a crush. Sehun was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a whimper.

Minah had her shoes in her hand and slowly opened the front door as to not make a sound and alert her foster parents. The smell of cigarettes hit her in the face. She had lost track of time while studying at the library with Sehun and was late coming home. She held her breath and tiptoed hoping to make it upstairs to her room without being heard. She quietly sighed in relief once her hand touched the banister of the stairs. She only had one more obstacle to conquer before she was in the clear. She stepped over the first step knowing that it creaked. It was a third step that caused her to miscount and land on a step that created the loudest.

“Shit.” She cringed and listened as hard as she could for any noises coming from the living room. She still heard the TV playing in the background she sighed in relief and took two more steps before she felt bony fingers latch around her wrist.

“Where the hell have you been!?” His gruff voice caused a shiver down her spine and she jerked her wrist out of his grasp like Chanyeol had taught her. She knew she needed to get to her room and close the door and lock it. She ran up the last bit of stairs two at a time. She saw Mino stick his head out of his room and when their eyes met, he looked at her apologetically before hurriedly shutting the door and locking it. Minah couldn’t blame him for not helping her, it seemed that she was her foster fathers favorite target and anyone that got in his way paid for it cruelly.

She felt her heart burst with relief when she was two strides away from making it to her bedroom but her body was slammed against the wall and he used his arms to cage her in with nowhere to go. Minah looked away closed her eyes as tightly as she could. She was already shaking despite trying as hard as she could to not look scared.

“I asked you a question pretty girl.” She swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat at his nickname for her. He grabbed her chin and forced her to face him, “Look at me when I talk to you!” he bellowed in her face. She opened her eyes and looked at him. The fire in her had always surprised him because on the outside she always seemed scared but whenever their eyes met, he could see the hatred and defiance in them and it made him want to beat her into submission. He took great joy in seeing just how much she hated him…he got off on how much she hated him.

Minah continued to look at him but didn’t open her mouth to answer. He loved feeling like he had all the power when it came to any of the foster kids and she was no different. He squeezed her chin as hard as he could and she yelled out in pain and jerked her face to the side forcing his hold on her to release. Her back was pushed against the wall with his right hand wrapped around her throat. Minah clawed at his hand to let her go but he only closed his hand tighter.

The darkness tickled at the edges of her vision and was worried what he might do if she lost consciousness. She pulled her foot back and instead getting his crotch like she had hoped she kicked right below his kneecap because of the height difference. Her mistake still caused him to stumble and hiss in pain. He hopes for being able to run to her room were dashed when the only thing she could bring herself to do was cough.

“Bitch!” She felt his bony fingers wrap around her neck and lift her from the floor and slamming her against the wall. His hold on her was even tighter than before and the darkness was already beginning to crawl toward the center of her vision. The panic was starting to rise as the darkness inched closer. Minah clawed at his hands as hard as she could but it only made things worse.

“I told you to keep your hands off of her!” The voice sounded familiar but far away. Came into view after she was dropped to the ground. He was helping her up as she continued to cough. Chanyeol pushed her towards her door quickly and her eyes fell on her foster parent beginning to get up.

Chanyeol’s eyes followed hers before locking back on hers with a sense of authority, “Lock it and don’t come out until I say.” He pulled the door shut despite Minah’s silent screams for him not to leave. She knew what would happen and it always made her nauseous knowing that the sounds of skin hitting skin was him taking the beating she would have gotten only much worse. She locked the door like he told her to but she pounded on the door doing her best to beg her foster Father to stop. She knew Chanyeol never fought back after he got her out of any situation knowing the quicker it was over the better. Minah sobbed against the door feeling helpless as she heard the grunts from Chanyeol and the thud against her door from being kicked.

After awhile she heard a soft knock on her door, “Minah, it’s me. Open up.” She gasped at the sight in front of her. The tears that had barely dried were already replaced with new ones.

“Chanyeol!” she cried out, her voice still hoarse. She grabbed the arm that wasn’t clutching his side and pulled him inside. The gentle movement caused a hiss of pain from him. “Chanyeol,” whimpered as the guilt began to eat her away.

“Are you okay?” He had already gently grabbed her face and turned it up so he could see her neck a little better in the light. His jaw clenched seeing the red marks that had begun to turn purple. Having his fair share of beatings, he knew that it was going to leave a bruise she wouldn’t be able to hide. “I swear I’m getting us out of here.”

The sudden gasp and tears caused Sehun to jump in surprise. “Hey hey hey, it’s okay Minah.” She was still gasping for air with her hand around her throat between her sobs as her body was shaking in his arms. “Minah you’re okay” he went to cup her face to make her look at him but she jerked away. Sehun noticed that her eyes didn’t seem focused and realized that she wasn’t aware of her surroundings yet.

“Chanyeol, is he okay?” Minah was looking around frantically.

“Minah it was a dream. Chanyeol is fine, he’s coming home in the morning. You talked to him earlier remember?” he asked softly and gently grabbing her hand to try and focus her attention on him. He had figured out how to handle these dreams with trial and error over time. Minah would rarely discuss her dreams but he knew some of the things that ventured into her nightmares having met one of them himself. He always got angry at himself for not beating the guy to an inch of his life when he had the chance, but being a scrawny teenager wouldn’t have done him any good.

She wiped at her tears that had fallen and Sehun slowly pulled her into him until her head was against his chest. She bunched his shirt in her hands as silent sobs wracked her body. “I know it’s stupid, but I’m here if you wanna talk about it.” He knew it was a long shot and Minah knew that she would never tell him but it didn’t stop Sehun from letting her know that he was there for her after every bad dream. On the rare occasion, he would get a call at three in the morning from a worried Minah and she wouldn’t talk about the dream or even know why she was calling, but he would spend that time talking about whatever he could until she fell back asleep.

Minah was sitting up in her bed resting against the headboard as Sehun walked back in with a glass of water. He sat beside her as she sipped her drink, “Do you want to call Chanyeol?”

She shook her head, “No. Whatever he’s doing he doesn’t need his mind worrying about me.”

“Minah you kn—"

“I said no!” she snapped. Sehun dropped the subject and she looked at him apologetically, “Sorry.”

He waved a hand dismissing her apology, “It’s fine. Why don’t you pick another movie?”

While Minah’s attention was preoccupied he pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text. He quickly slipped it back into his pocket as she turned to ask if he was okay with watching something scary. He never understood her decision to watch something scary after a nightmare but agreed and the two settled back against the headboard and watched the movie.

Sehun awoke to a pain against his forehead and opened his eyes. He blinked to help the room come into focus and his eyes locked onto the reason for the throbbing sensation. Chanyeol was glaring at him and motioned with his chin to his sister who was curled up into his side. He could help but roll his eyes and slowly removed her hold on him so she wouldn’t wake up.

Once he was free the two of them walked towards the kitchen and the two sat at the table as Chanyeol slid Sehun a cup of black coffee. “You told me to talk to you before I talked to Minah…why?”

He remembered sending the text to Chanyeol after her nightmare because he knew that Minah wouldn’t tell him and he felt that Chanyeol needed to know what happened. He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced at the bitterness. “Did Kai tell you what happened last night?”

“No, he said he needed to talk to me when I got back though. Seems to be a current theme.” He replied eyeing him.

“Minyoung, you know him?”

“I think I’ve heard his name once or twice; from what I remember he’s trying really hard to earn his place but no one will speak up for him.” Sehun nodded knowing that Chanyeol didn’t let just anyone be part of his operation so the only way in was to have someone that was already a part of it to nominate you. He didn’t want anyone associated with him to go starting trouble for everyone because they decided to be impulsive and stupid. “Why?”

He pushed his cup away from him and stood up making his way to the counter and tossing a pile of fabric at him, “Your boy Minyoung decided he’d try and…persuade your sister.” The words felt bitter on his tongue. Sehun would have taken care of Minyoung himself for pure satisfaction, but even he knew that a pissed of Chanyeol was going to make more of a point than he ever could.

Chanyeol shook the fabric until he could grab an edge and hold it out. He turned it correctly once he realized it was a shirt and his face turned red with anger before dropping his arms and looking to Sehun for answers, “I want to know everything that happened.”

He went through the events starting from when he received Chanyeol’s text to Minah waking up from her nightmare. He tried to figure out what was going through his head after telling him the events of the previous night, “From what I know Minseok and Kai handled it, so maybe that’s what he needs to talk to you about? My sole focus was on getting Minah back here, especially after what you told me about Luhan.”

“Enough. That isn’t to be discussed here.” His voice was dangerously low and it made Sehun feel uneasy. He was pretty sure that Chanyeol wasn’t angry with him and his anger was towards Minyoung, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“I need to go talk to Kai, stay here with her. I’ll be back in a few hours.” The murderous look on his face made him feel an ounce of worry for Minyoung because no one wanted to be on Chanyeol’s shit list and Minyoung just jumped to the number one spot.

The guy sat in his leather chair twirling the whiskey around in his glass as he stared at the photo. He hadn’t taken kindly to Chanyeol’s constant winning lately. He had ordered a few of his guys to follow Chanyeol and his main but he hadn’t expected him to actually show up in person this last time. He had finally managed to lure the cockroach from his hole. He respected Chanyeol for not taking him lightly as most had in the past, such weak competition, but to have a boy from the slums become his top competition…that was something he couldn’t have.

In this world money was power, therefore he held more power than the other, but somehow the cockroach still continued to thrive despite his attempts to squash him. Although an annoyance, he was finally gifted with something that made him smile. It was an unexpected surprise to see a girl constantly by his side and it made his stomach bubble in excitement at the prospect of taking something that was his.

His gaze lingered on the girl that was laughing with a bright smile as she looked at his competition, he really despised the cockroach being attached to that term. He set his glass down and pulled grabbed his phone from the table. Holding a down the number five it began to ring.

“Yes, sir?”

“I want Kris to start following that girl, something tells me she holds the key to finally getting rid of this pest.”

AN: This is my first time writing EXO and I’m really excited about this story. If you like it a reblog or like would be nice. I don’t have many EXO readers and any help would be amazing. Thanks for reading!

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sparkleeemarkleee · 5 years ago

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Take Me Home: Chapter One (Prompt: Paris in the Rain 🎶)

Author’s note: this fic is written in Y/N’s POV unless I say it’s by someone else...and also I wrote some parts of this on the plane but it got deleted so I quickly rewrote everything I could remember so sorry this isn’t written as well as I wanted it to :(

Playlist

Introduction to Main Characters

Prologue

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“I can’t believe it,” I sighed. Donghyuck and I savoured our last cherry popsickles glumly watching the summer’s showers pour and wash away our plans.

Hyuck desperately wanted to visit our hangout one last time before we had to say goodbye to the Big House. He loved our tradition: savoury nachos and spinach dip beneath the sycamore trees, lazily swinging in the turquoise hammock that Mark begged Mama to hang up, and our bickering through the night.

A week from now, Hyuck and I were seniors. It’s all that has roamed on my mind since the beginning of August; meanwhile, Donghyuck has been pushing the thought away during the entire break. Mama on the other hand was already assuming we were dorming after graduating and decided to sell the Big House for a lovely home in the Northern side of our city. It was nowhere as big as ours in the South, but that seemed to be the only area where it fell short. Similar to the other Northern houses, it had caramel-brown wood paired with cool gray paint and plenty of glass. Too much glass that any Southern neighbour would consider “inviting trouble.” But the entire premises of the Northern community was loaded and had guards at every block which was something that Mama needed in her old age.

Hyuck and I only had today left to cherish the Big House and our South friends before moving out the boxes. Moving wasn’t all that bad; I could redecorate and walk to school instead of bussing but moving into Northern region felt traitorous. We lived in separated worlds and we liked it that way.

“Why don’t we go outside and do something worthwhile,” Hyuck suggested.

I raised brow, “Where can we even go in this weather?”

Hyuck clicked his tongue at me. “But I’m tired of sitting around,” he complained in his obnoxiously high pitched voice. “And you’re probably going to be lame if we don’t go out.”

He got you there. As the Head of Student Council, the start of the year meant a handful of tasks and planning. You were mostly done with the details of student orientation, but you still had to write your speech. Not that you were eager to write it, but you were anxious at the thought of appearing underprepared. But this was your last time here.

“Sometimes you just need to loosen up and get a little messy,” Hyuck used to tease you for not playing in the mud with him. Hyuck was the most childish person you knew, but at certain times you couldn’t help but get reeled into the madness he was associated with him.

As the rain fell harder and the little kids splashed in the puddles—a crazy thought jumped at you. Quickly grabbing your running shoes with one hand and Hyuck on the other, you both bolted out the door.

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“Y/N, you did not,” Hyuck whined. “You are seriously not making me do this dumb sh-,”

“Shhh. I think I hear someone coming,” I covered his mouth with my right palm and forced us to sink back into hiding.

Hyuck and I buried ourselves deeper into the green bushes on Mr. Na’s garden. I don’t remember how we both managed without a scratch but we somehow snuck into Stone Cold History Na’s prison-like fence all for the stupid dare that I came up with.

I agreed to answer any question Hyuck hurled at me honestly in exchange for my dare: to break into Na’s garden and dance in front of all of his security cameras in his mask. I mean I guess it was still trespassing, but at least it was harmless and left us anonymous. Nothing serious enough to get a scolding and whipping from Mama. But right before Hyuck was going to continue his dare we heard a car park.

A tall and slender boy with brown hair grumbled as he opened the gates and stormed into Mr. Na’s porch. He didn’t even bother to put his hood up and was soaked in the rain. I held my breath, not wanting to witness the situation unravel. Pounding his fist on the door, Mr. Na greets him with a grim look on his face.

“What the hell,” the brown haired boy spat out. “What makes you think that it’s okay for you to treat my mom like that?” My stomach lurched and my body froze. The amount of hurt and rawness in his voice sounded familiar to my ears and made me wince. As painful as History Na was this was a side of Mr. Na neither of us wanted to see and should have been witnessing. Guilt and cold sweat flooded me.

I nudged Donghyuck, “How do we get out now? What if this becomes violent? Should we call the cops?”

“You mean, risk getting a trespassing fine and being failed in History 12 by Stone Cold Na? You’re crazy. I’m not repeating senior year for this.”

“Oh my goodness. I can’t afford to have any teachers hate me. Not now!” I hissed and clawed at Hyuck’s arm in complete hysteria.

“Relax,” Hyuck says cooly in my ears. “We just need to wait out and I’m sure they’ll chill and we can leave.”

“Why don’t you face me and stop cowering inside this house?” The brown haired boys spoke sharply. He didn’t seem the type to but he began to sob as he looked down to collect himself I got a good glimpse of him. If he wasn’t in such a heated argument with his dad maybe I would have set him up with a friend. He was charming in a prince-like way with his sharp jawline but with soft features that probably melted hearts all the time. I glanced at him once more to find him holding eye contact with me. Shoot.

He saw me. He saw us. He saw Hyuck and I looking dumb and confused in his bush. This was mortifying and humiliating in every way. I thought he was going to call us out and that Hyuck and I would end up retaking senior year for our sins but he let us go. Looking unbothered, he swiftly left his dad’s house and just like that Mr. Na was gone. And without missing a beat so were we.

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Another Author’s Note:

HAHAH I’m so sorry this was supposed to be fluffy with the Paris in the Rain prompt, but as I was writing this the fluff just couldn’t really come naturally to me and my first attempt of ending this chapter was just awful and cheesy so I present you with a lil twist and a new character ;)

I know this is supposed to be a fic revolving around Mark, but as I wrote this chapter I think we found ourselves the missing member in a love triangle with Y/N and Mark :O

Also it’s late here and my brain is a lil whack so this has not been proofread but has been longgg overdue so yaa

#marklee #donghyuck #haechan #nctmark #ncthaechan #nct127 #nctdream #nctu #nctfic #nctzen #nctfluff

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aprilpillkington · 6 years ago

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What you will see in this article is really the very beginning...

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What you will see in this article is really the very beginning of hardbass culture. Hardbass is essentially sub genre of electronic music, which obviously originated in Russia, someplace in 2000’s. It is defined with fast pace, strong bass beats (AKA donk bass), with periodic lyrics. Dress code is generally budgety outfit, the majority of typically Adidas tracksuit. Holy carriers of hardbass culture are gopniks, which are typically seen crouching in groups, drinking and, obviously, doing hardbass. Here in next few minutes you will learn everything about the normal gopnik specimen in his natural environment. As we said, hardbass began to establish in Russia, precisely in St. Petersburg, with leaders like DJ Snat, Sonic Mine and X Job. After few years, it began to spread out through VKontakte, Russians version of Facebook, and by 2010, numerous “copycat” artists and videos of EDM songs began to sprout all over Russia, Ukraine and Belarus. Individuals were crouching and pump dancing in classrooms, busses, work stations, malls, basically everywhere. In the future, people began doing this pump dancing thing at famous landmarks and places in their home town to reveal something in your city that you’re proud off, and to show that you like your city. In some nations hardbass was used for a slightly different purpose, like a form of public rebellion, such as in Serbia, where people were utilizing it to oppose about Kosovo, or Chile, where trainees utilized it to protest against the federal government cutting funds for education. However, in all fairness, EDM music is a type of (hillarious) dance and we should use it and comprehend it as a type of socializing and home entertainment, while expressing yourself! A few of the most popular artists nowadays are DJ Blyatman, XS Project, Hard Bass School, YURBANOID, Celebration Factory etc. Get in your Adidas, get a bottle of beer and hardbass the night away! It all began as a type of joke that went too far– four people from St. Petersburg were trying to mock stereotypical gopniks (low-life Russian criminals) but ended up winning their appreciation rather, and after that the entire thing went viral worldwide. You have actually most likely seen it, a minimum of in a video. A number of men and sometimes ladies worn tracksuits, their faces frequently covered with masks or balaclavas, collect in a circle and move their bodies (or in some cases just their heads) to really loud and primitive music with unique basslines and a quick pace. The whole picture is attractive as hell.

What is a Gopnik?

Gopnik is a stereotype and subculture in Russia, Ukraine, Belarus and other former Soviet republics to describe boys of sometimes lower-class suburban areas originating from families of poor education and earnings.

Ignore ballet. In the 2010s, it was an uniquely Russian kind of music called hard bass that conquered the world. However before this, it discovered its way to the hearts and ears of countless Russian individuals. In a very unusual way. As frequently happens in Russia, people took something foreign and then Russified everything the way to the bitter end. Hard bass traces its roots back to pumping house, a Western-born genre of techno with a fast pace and rhythmic bass area (Klubbheads are a good example of pumping home). But then it encountered some severe Russian culture phenomena. Paradoxically, for the innovators of hard bass, integrating Western rhythms with the tracksuit clothing used by gopniks (petty goons or scallies) was simply the method to have a laugh. As Lenta.ru put it, the hard bass movement was originally planned as mockery of the “rave gopniks” who would participate in huge rave parties however had no concept what rave culture was originally about (peace, love and techno). Therefore it was that in 2010 4 young people living St. Petersburg published a video on Youtube teasing the absurd dancing of gopniks– moving your ankles around and stomping your legs back and forth. While dancing, it is also essential to make an unique gesture with your hands clenched into fists and just a thumb and little finger extending. The “song” that they carried out to was quite simple: “Raz-raz-raz, eto hard bass!” (something like “Hey-hey-hey, this is hard bass!” in English) but it likewise consisted of a bit of healthy lifestyle propaganda. The guys pointed out that their archenemies are different kinds of chemically produced drugs and that they drink only kvass. Obviously, this too was a joke making fun of gopniks’ pride in their apparently healthy lifestyle– healthy primarily in the sense that they wear tracksuits every day.

Perhaps the paradox was too subtle though because lots of real gopniks who viewed the video didn’t detect it and related to it on a genuine level. No drugs, a basic dance and music to run over the ground to– what’s not to like? Therefore it was that this weird new design, purposefully elegant and ridiculous, started to grow in popularity. With time, the circumstance grew pretty intricate, with 2 separate kinds of hardbass music fans emerging– those who sincerely liked it and those who were teasing it. In some cases the line between them was (and is) very thin, so now when you see the latest funny video with a lot of individuals dancing to hard bass in tracksuits, it is hard to inform if they are severe hardline gopniks or simply fooling around. The hard bass fan website hardbas.ru informs us “It is the pursuit of favorable energy and objection to fool oneself with drugs that lags the hard bass philosophy. Hard bass will help make your life better and more favorable.” That seems a little pretentious, but who we are to evaluate? Then suddenly, the author diverts off in a dubious political instructions: “In numerous cities, hard bass is likewise a Russian alternative to Lezginka (a nationwide Caucasian dance that people of Caucasian origin in some cases perform in the streets).” There are conservative activists amongst hard bass fans, and in 2013 they even attempted to perform “a hard bass protest” dance in the center of Moscow but were apprehended by the authorities. Nonetheless, hard bass is, as a general rule, not about politics. It helped Russia draw attention from the West, albeit in a strange method. Numerous Youtube blog writers now simulate the Russian accent and explain how to behave like a real Russian patsan (a more considerate term that gopniks usage to describe each other) by squatting, consuming sunflower seeds, using Adidas tracksuits and, naturally, dancing to some premium hardbass music. Just remember that this all began as a parody. What basically began as a Russian take on hard house has spread out across the world through social networks and developed into a form of viral demonstration. Local hard bass crews arrange flash mobs called “mass attacks,” where packs of masked youths “pump dance” strongly in public while baffled passerbys pick up speed and try their finest to prevent eye contact. The entire routine is filmed and published onto YouTube, where– instead of curl up and pass away under a barrage of keyboard warrior hate– it’s managed to motivate new hard bass crews that have sprouted westward across the continent.

What is hardbass music?

Hardbass or hard bass (Russian: хардбасс, tr. hardbass, IPA: [xɐrdˈbas] is a subgenre of electronic music which originated from Russia during the late 1990s, drawing motivation from UK hard house, bouncy techno, Scouse home, and hardstyle. Hardbass has become a central stereotype of the gopnik subculture. Originating in Saint Petersburg in the early 2000s, hard bass resembles every other range of generic dance music popular with young Europeans who dress solely in budget plan sportswear: 150-160 BPM, four-to-the-floor beats, and tacky ‘90s synths. This is generally Russian donk. The only real distinction is that instead of hearing a Boltonion drawl chewing on a Greggs cheese-and-onion piece tell you to “put a donk on in it,” you periodically get a Russian MC spitting something in Cyrillic that I have actually been too frightened to penetrate Google translate. Championed by home-grown manufacturers like DJ Snat, Sonic Mine, and XS Job, regional record label Jutonish was your one-stop purchase all your hard bass requirements. By all accounts, hard bass would not remove beyond Saint Petersburg for the next couple of years, and even Muscovites appeared to prefer listening to the noise of rusting Soviet equipment grind into disrepair over the St. Pete’s sound, but eventually, hard bass’ mundanity would be what moved it into the international awareness.

The truth that you could drop a hard bass track at a gabba night in Holland, or a poky rave in Spain, indicated that there was a lot of cross-pollination in between the scenes, with European DJs dipping into hard bass celebrations in Russia and vice-versa. This is how Dr. Poky, the primary face at Sound Makers records, marched from a sea of gurning faces and ended up being the hard bass messiah, preaching the pump bass gospel through a grassroots Facebook marketing campaign. Initially from Russia’s eastern steppes, Dr. Poky first relocated to Madrid, where he went far for himself as DJ in the local “poky” scene, before ultimately settling in France. It was on an eventful trip to Russia that he first experienced the infamous hard bass “pumping dancers.” “When I DJed in Russia in 2009, I saw some video on the internet of two or three guys dancing in the street to hard bass as a joke,” Dr. Poky told me over Skype, “They put the video on the internet, on a program called VKontakte.” If you’re not familiar with bootleg social networks platforms, VKontakte is Russia’s answer to Facebook, with a 195 million profile-strong following, largely based in Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, Moldova and Kazakhstan. Hard bass now had an audience, and as we’ve seen in the after-effects of “Gangnam Style” and Soulja Kid, with sufficient inexpensive laughs and a viral video, you too can leave your grubby mark on the worldwide linked loins of modern-day popular culture.

By 2010 copycat videos started appearing in Belarus, Ukraine, and throughout Russia. Pumping dancers were pump-dancing in class, in shopping malls, on public transport, on football pitches, and even on the actions of the National Academic Bolshoi Opera and Ballet Theatre in Minsk. Groups could be as small as three or four dudes (and it’s pretty much always men) or as huge as numerous lots, however the general goal is to get as lots of people as possible pump-dancing at an innovative location that nobody has ever tried before, or somewhere where you make the greatest problem out of yourself– and if you don’t get it on video, it didn’t happen. Simply in case you’re having trouble imagining pump dancing, let me simplify for you: think of a lot of hunched-over guys treading grapes, arms bent at the elbow, hands formed into beach bottom “hang loose” gestures, casually flailing their forearms up and down. That’s pump dancing. Straight from the off, a few common threads started emerging; the pumping dancers were constantly big on reppin’ either their country or their native city, and most of the videos were recorded at distinct regional landmarks most likely to include in regional tourist board pamphlets. “It has to do with showing the city where you live, the piece de resistances, to reveal it’s genuine. This is my city and I like it– we dance to hard bass here too,” exposes Dr. Poky. Another commonality was an overarching sense of masculine aggressiveness, and spending plan sportswear. Mass attacks appear like fight scenes from hooligan flicks like The Football Factory. In one Ukrainian video, two groups of hooded youths approach each other in a city underpass, hands raised overhead and chanting as if there’s a lot of obscenely overpaid professional athletes kicking a ball around nearby. After a brief pause, they charge at their equivalents in a relocation that reminds me of a wall of death that I saw at an Agnostic Front program when I was 15, before breaking into fits of pump-dancing upon effect. It’s like seeing a musical adaptation of the 2011 London summer season riots composed by Blackout Crew. In all fairness, this isn’t just special to EDM music; among gabba’s most significant anthems is “Rotterdam Thug” by the Rotterdam Terror Corps that samples the impassioned chants of Feynoord fans. Pondering hard bass’ withstanding appeal with football punks, Dr. Poky explains, “It’s simple for them to bring people and make a video. It’s low-priced promo to demonstrate how hard they are.” I’m pretty sure dancing hasn’t been utilized to intimidate people since the Jets and Sharks threw down in West Side Story, but whatever.

At some time in late 2010, hard bass slipped under the digital Iron Curtain and made its method onto YouTube, pump dancing into the cumulative worldwide consciousness. Over the course of 2011, hard bass teams sprouted in Slovakia, Serbia, Lithuania, and the Czech Republic. In Belgrade, one mass attack attracted around 200 barely-pubescent kids, while others took place as far away as France, Spain, and even Chile. Mass attacks were increasingly taking place outside of federal government buildings and, to the untrained eye, should have appeared like political demonstrations by means of ham-fisted line dancing. Were they trying to say something to political leaders? Dr. Poky explains: “Some people make videos due to the fact that they enjoy hard bass and want share it with the world, however some other people use it to promote their own program. In Chile, trainees used it to protest against the federal government cutting money for education, in Serbia for example, some of them used videos to oppose about Kosovo.” The first crew to explicitly use hard bass as a political platform were Russian group Hard Bass School,“ who saw themselves as an eastern bloc Minor Threat. As Dr. Poky elaborated: "You have some video on Internet with a man smoking cigarettes, then some person comes and states 'Why do you squander your money and time smoking cigarettes or taking drugs? You need to be wearing a Hard Bass School t-shirt and dancing to Hard Bass!’” Yeah, let’s get high on tee shirts! In Belgium, Jeune Nation, the Hitler Youth-esque junior wing of Francophone nationalist movement, COUNTRY, use0 electronic music in their nonstop battle versus Islam. With Halal dietary standards becoming progressively typical in supermarkets and school kitchens across Charleroi, they unceremoniously took the streets last April wearing pig masks and staged a mass attack in defense of their inalienable right to pork products. Political gains were limited, however sighs of exasperated offense were at an all time high. Over in the Czech Republic, anti-authoritarian hard bass teams are persuaded that the recession marks the start of a counter-cultural revolution, as Mord explains: “Society is staggering on the edge. Today’s financial crisis is not simply a cost-effective problem; it’s a crisis of culture. We believe that this crisis is a significant one which a huge social shift and transformation is on the horizon. We want to contribute.”

Okay, however isn’t pump dancing a bit of an unclear way to make a declaration? Why do not you make some banners and scream cute slogans like everybody else does? Team member Mord argues, “That’s simply another system-approved form of habits. How can you protest against the system if you continue to play it’s game? How you want to alter rules if you behave by the rules? Take a look at the Occupy Wall Street motion. Where are they now? What did they in fact attain?” However how precisely is rhythmically simulating the early stages of the red wine making procedure a much better revolutionary tactic than civil disobedience? “Think about the symbolic power! Groups of masked individuals making noise and dancing where they’re not supposed to is a lot more outrageous than ten times as many individuals marching with banners and screaming slogans! We are provoking people to think a bit more about what they see around them; people are desensitized to opposing crowds, however everyone responds to hard bass.” Though Nenad, from Serbia’s hard bass team, included a more level-headed answer: “To us, it’s a type of interacting socially and home entertainment and it lets us reveal our viewpoint. We won’t alter anything, but at least we get to reveal our position.”

What is EDM music?

Electronic dance music, likewise known as dance music, club music, or simply dance, is a broad series of percussive electronic music categories made mainly for bars, raves and festivals. And I guess that’s the real point of EDM music– it’s just kids trying to run the hormonal onslaught of adolescence as best they can and hope it brings them some sort of purpose and belonging. When one Prague hard bass crew got together to go garbage selecting in a regional forest, I don’t think a lot of them really provided a shit about the environment, or dreamt of trolling Japanese whaling vessels with the Sea Shepherd Preservation Society, they probably simply wanted to hang out with their pals. Due to the fact that, basically, adolescence sucks and not everybody gets to be prom queen, so why not indulge in hard bass?

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