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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth

just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)

(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)

💌.

just like magic

Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.

At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.

You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.

Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)

Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy

Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30

Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)

You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.

The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.

“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.

“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.

Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)

Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic

Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)

Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven

Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.

Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.

“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.

“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.

“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”

“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.

“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.

“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.

“Man?”

“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.

You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.

You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”

Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.

“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.

“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”

“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.

You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”

Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)

Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it

Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)

I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)

As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.

Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.

So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.

Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)

Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)

Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet

Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)

As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.

These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.

Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.

“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.

“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.

“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.

“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.

“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.

“You’re not upset?”

“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.

“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”

“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.

Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits

Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic

Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.

The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.

The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.

“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.

“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.

“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.

“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.

“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.

You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.

Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years ago

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Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

“Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

#grand theft auto 5 #gta v #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #framar #one sided pining #but with a twist #mutual pining #i told y’all frank was hiding sumn

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outsiderslamb · 4 years ago

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Overheated

Ao3 Link

Darry has to confront his own anger issues to be a better friend and brother.

(2791 words)

(Tw for yelling, panic attacks and talks of abuse)

@naturallesbain @therealsehinton @hellsfanatic @cammie @chaotically-cas

Darry’s aching muscles screamed in protest as he hauled himself out of his chair. His body was still heavy with sweat and exhaustion from his shift, and he did not have the time to lay down. It was getting late and if he didn’t make dinner for these kids then nobody else would.

Lumbering to the kitchen, every utensil, and pot he held felt heavy in his hands. He nearly spilled the soup as he poured it from the can to the pot. Looking out the window, the sun was setting quicker than usual the later it got into the year, so Darry figured he’d call them in for supper early, as it would not be long for the soup to be done.

Heaving to the door, he called everyone in from their game of football. He did a quick headcount to see how many of his adopted family he’d need to feed tonight (anyone not there at the moment would either stop by later or had found a place for the night). There were Ponyboy and Sodapop of course, then Steve and Johnny. That made four, but he’d make a little extra to refrigerate in case anybody else stopped by.

“Hey, hey, y’all get your shoes off now,” Darry ordered as Steve and Ponyboy didn’t seem to get the memo after countless reminders. Telling them once should have been enough, Darry thought as he gritted his teeth.

“Ain’t even that dirty,” Steve replied, infuriatingly. Darry was too tired for this.

“Just get them off.” Darry couldn’t help the bite to his tone. It didn’t bother Steve too much, who just shucked them off and went to talk to Sodapop, but Darry could feel a tension in the room; even as nobody was showing it.

Nobody except Johnny, who Darry noticed was starting to fidget in place. He suddenly stood up and in the most forced-friendly way Darry had ever seen, trotted over to the kitchen. “Here, you need help?” Johnny asked, smiling as though somebody had a gun to his head.

Darry gave a little huff, he would much rather cook alone right now despite usually loving Johnny’s help, but it’d be rude to turn the little guy away. “Yeah.” he gritted out.

As they got to work, Johnny’s presence in that cramped space felt like a barrier. When the younger boy got close to the counter to pour another can of soup into the pot, the noise of sloshing made Darry feel sick.

“I think this would taste better if I added pepper,” Johnny said, standing up on his tip-toes to see into the bowl. “You have any?” he asked.

Darry gave a jerky nod. “Yeah,” he groaned, “In the cupboard,” He then turned back to heating up the stove.

Behind him, he heard Sodapop laughing. “Woah, hey Johnnycakes you tryna crack your skull open?”

Johnny’s reply was a snap “Not my fault y’all won’t invest in a step-stool.”

Darry turned to see Johnny precariously balancing on the countertop, multiple spices gathered up in his thin arms.

“Oi, Johnny!” Darry yelped, bolting to the countertop and grabbing Johnny by the waist. “I outta put you in a helmet if you’re gonna pull this shit, Jesus Christ kid!” he lifted the boy off the counter and held him in the air.

Johnny’s legs kicked a bit where they hovered off the ground, shrinking in embarrassment as Sodapop and Steve burst out laughing.

“Ah c’mon Darry, he couldn’t reach,” Ponyboy called sympathetically.

“Oh I know you ain’t talking, little man, after you snapped your arm like a twig climbing around like that,” Darry growled in response.

Ponyboy looked incredulous. “Yeah when I was six, and my arm didn’t even break it just bruised like a peach.”

“Can I get down now?” Came Johnny’s groan before Darry could come up with some kind of retort.

Darry wasn’t thinking, he just opened his arms and expected Johnny to sort himself out. Of course, Johnny fell like a sack of bricks, and so did the spices.

“Ouch!”

Darry looked down and saw Johnny trying to pick up everything he dropped, he couldn’t help feeling bad. “Sorry,” he grunted, probably not sounding very sorry at all.

“Ain’t no reason to drop him!” Steve stood up, great, another person yelling.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Johnny said, looking more annoyed than actually hurt as he set the spices on the counter and got back to work.

Steve sat back down reluctantly upon seeing that the only thing Darry had bruised was Johnny’s pride. But Sodapop didn’t seem like he wanted to let this situation simmer down.

“Dar’ I think you ought to hit the hay for now.” Said Sodapop, his sympathy sounding a lot like condescension right now.

“I’m just fine, thank you.” Darry snapped back, Sodapop shrank in response, funny he didn’t sound too angry in his head.

He tensed up his sore muscles upon feeling a small finger tap on his shoulder, whipping around way too fast he saw Johnny looking up at him with a worried expression.

“Darry you really need to go take a shower and get some rest, I think you’ve had it hard enough today,” he said nervously.

“I’m busy,” Darry grunted back.

“I can finish dinner,” Johnny offered, “I’ve been cooking for myself for years and-”

“Leave me be, I’m fine.”

“Oh you clearly aren’t, don’t lie to me.”

Darry growled, taking a quick step closer before he could stop himself.

“I SAID LEAVE ME BE!”

Darry had lost his usually tight grip on his temper at that moment. Nobody yells at Johnny in this house, because they all know that he gets enough of it at home. You’d have to be a monster to know what he goes through and still put him through.

Johnny’s face darkened, his eyes wide and he took a step back. Looking closer, Darry realized that fuck he was shaking.

“Shit. Johnnycakes I’m so-” Darry tried but Johnny turned quickly before anyone could see his reaction and walked out the door.

Darry remembered a night a few months ago when he’d snapped like this with Ponyboy, only that time he’d hit him. Darry never thought he’d forgive himself, and he’d been working on controlling his anger for a while. Darry cringed at the thought that he could have hit Johnny or any of his other adopted brothers.

Darry tried to follow, but Sodapop stood up and put a hand on his chest. “Take our advice. Please.” He said, looking tired and disappointed but not angry.

Darry took a step back and headed for the shower. He needed to cool down before anything else.

Johnny couldn’t think of anything as he sat on the porch, knees hugged up close to his chest. His mind was completely static as he stared into nothing, heart racing and breath coming out in ragged gasps.

He shouldn’t have reacted that way. Darry was just frustrated and he dealt with people yelling at him all the time at home. He shouldn’t be such a damned pansy, but he couldn’t help it.

He didn’t hear the door open or any footsteps when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Johnny jerked upwards, eyes huge, but then realized it was just Sodapop.

“Hey, buddy,” came Sodapop’s soft voice, his hand rubbing Johnny’s shoulder through his thick jacket. “Easy now, breath with me.”

Johnny felt Sodapop slide in next to him, wrapping both arms tight around Johnny’s much smaller frame, pulling his friend in close to his chest. Johnny burrowed his face into Sodapop’s shirt, as though it would give him some sort of anonymity while he tried to calm himself down. Tears soaked into the dark fabric.

“I-I usually don’t re… usually don’t react like this.” Johnny cried softly, getting a good hold on his breathing, which was good as he was alrighty starting to get light-headed.

“Its okay, honey, nobody thinks any less of you. Darry’s probably beating himself up over this,” Sodapop reassured, rubbing Johnny’s back. “Buddy, I know something else is going on. You extra stressed? Had a bad day?”

Johnny gave a wobbly sigh, the tears finally slowing. He willed his voice to not waver, “Dad had today off,” was all he needed to say.

Sodapop sighed deeply, honey-colored brows furrowing. Johnny knew how much everyone in his patch-work family wanted to stick it to his biological parents, but he couldn’t let that happen.

“Are you hurt at all?” Sodapop asked after a moment of composing himself. “We have plenty of ice, what, with all the fights our idiots like getting into,” Sodapop smirked and ruffled Johnny’s fluffy hair.

“Golly, Sodapop, y’all don’t have to do that.” Johnny wiped his eyes with his sleeve, face still flushed from crying.

“Don’t you worry about it, little buddy,” Sodapop said, “I do wish you would tell me when the bastard’s hurt you,” Sodapop pulled Johnny closer to him, “You don’t have to make an announcement or nothin’, like when one of the jackasses gets into a fight, just come to me or Darry or anybody else you feel safe with.”

Johnny thought about that. He was used to having to heal his wounds in private, as he hated the whole deal everybody would make out of it when he came in with a black-eye or bruises on his arm.

“Thank you,” Johnny finally said, then with a still-shaky hand, tugged back a tuft of curly black hair to show the swelling bruise at the corner of his forehead. “I got pushed over, hit my head on the corner of the counter,” he said. This, as bad as it was, was on the more mild side of the things Johnny had endured.

Sodapop cringed, his warm brown eyes glowing with sadness. “Oh Johnnycakes,” he reached out and gently touched his friend’s cheek. Johnny did not flinch away. “Let’s get some ice on that.”

Johnny nodded, a pang of guilt hitting him. Sodapop was clearly troubled by this, Johnny should not be finding joy in his friend’s reaction to his pain.

“Hey, did dinner just get left on the stove?” he asked, remembering that he’d dropped everything to run outside.

Sodapop shook his head, seeming to cheer up a little. “Nup, Ponyboy and Steve-o are on it.”

Johnny blanched. “We better hurry back then…” Sodapop seemed to agree.

Upon entering the house, Johnny was greeted by loud arguing coming from the kitchen, (Of course, he’d expected no less) and the faint hissing of the shower in the background.

“Put the goddamn ladle down, this shit ain’t done!” Steve barked at Ponyboy, who was trying to taste the steaming cauldron on the stove.

“I’m trying to see what we need to add.” Ponyboy defended himself, pulling out a scoop of the thick liquid and taking a slurp without even blowing on it. He nearly dropped the ladle and yelped, running to the sink to run his tongue under cool water while Steve guffawed.

“What's it need, mr. Chef sir?” Steve teased organizing the spices on the countertop.

“It probably needs to cool, given Horseboy’s caterwauling.” Johnny chided, trotting into the kitchen, he was well aware that his face was probably still red from crying.

Steve turned to Johnny with surprise, then cracked one of his gap-toothed grins. “Hey, little chiefs feelin’ better,” he said, setting the cinnamon down to screw up Johnny’s hair.

Ponyboy tried to say something from the sink, but it was muffled by the sound of running water. Johnny smiled at him, “Yeah, I’m doing better now. Move over, I gotta help you guys.”

Sodapop cleared his throat from the couch, reminding Johnny that he still needed to get the ice. Johnny nodded to him. “I’ll do it after I’m done with this disaster.”

Darry turned off the water, feeling the cold chill of the surrounding air hit him fast as he was no longer being pelted with steaming hot water.

He toweled off and headed to his bedroom to get dressed, but not before stopping to listen by the door; He counted two voices. It sounded like Steve and Ponyboy were trying to cook. That thought horrified him and he had to resist the urge to run out in nothing but a towel to make sure they didn’t burn the house down. But when Johnny’s voice joined them, he knew the crisis had been averted.

Oh.

For a moment he’d nearly forgotten what had recently transpired. He knew he technically should follow Sodapop’s advice and get some sleep before trying to fix his mess, but there's no way he could sleep with this weighing on his mind.

As he got dressed, he kept listening. Johnny’s voice was… normal. It didn’t sound too wet or too upset, that forcefully cheery attitude from earlier was completely gone. He sounded fine.

Darry thought about that. Johnny would force a smile and his voice would rise in pitch sometimes during times of conflict. But only ever during an infight in the gang. It was strange because he clearly wasn’t like that all the time, but then it hit Darry; that was his way of diffusing situations.

That only made him feel more guilty. Johnny was trying to fix the situation, and he’d gone and yelled at him. Darry wanted to hide but knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. He was going to make this right.

He finished buttoning up his new shirt and stepped out into the living area.

Upon stepping outside, he saw that Steve and Ponyboy were sitting on the couch with the TV playing, but they were arguing with Johnny and Sodapop, who were both in the kitchen fixing dinner.

“I’m perfectly capable! I ain’t the one here who pressed my whole hand on the stove!” Steve shouted at Sodapop, who was pointing a wooden spoon at him.

“That was ONCE when I was SIX, Steven Lucas Randle!” Sodapop bit back, ouch, full name, never good.

“He’s done more stupid stuff if you want examples.” Ponyboy piped up from where he was curled up in the corner of the couch.

“See, Baby Horse agrees with me,” Steve said one of the rare times he’d side with the kid.

“What the hell did I walk into?” Darry groaned light-heartedly from the hallway.

There was a moment of tense silence where everybody turned to look at him. Though it only lasted a heartbeat, Darry still felt as though he could cut the tension with a knife.

“Civil war.” Said Johnny from the kitchen, finally. “We banished them for their foolishness and now they’re trying to reclaim their territory.” with that, the tension in the room eased.

Darry let out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding. “Hey Johnnycakes, how are you feeling?”

Johnny set the ladle back in the soup and trotted over to Darry, nobody said a word as the two looked at each other.

“I’m better.” Johnny looked a little nervous, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Just…” He took a deep breath. “Had a bad day, so I overreacted.”

“Oh, Johnny, I was the one who overreacted,” Darry said softly, reaching out to Johnny to touch his shoulder, but staying his hand before he could out of fear the boy would flinch from his touch. “I’m so sorry.”

Johnny sighed, looking away. Darry could almost see the way his heartbeat in his chest. But then, he crossed the gap between them and pushed his forehead against Darry’s chest, wrapping his thin arms around the man.

Darry froze instantly, he was not expecting this at all. Before he could hesitate anymore, he wrapped Johnny up in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He kept whispering, feeling as though he would cry. Fuck, he couldn’t cry right here in front of everybody. In truth, Darry felt like he’d failed Johnny. He’d promised him over and over again that he’d keep him safe, then he’d gone and acted like the very person putting Johnny in danger.

He remembered Ponyboy’s face when he struck him that night and the misery that had come with knowing that he, his brother’s GUARDIAN for fucks sake, had just turned on him.

“I’ll do better,” Darry vowed into Johnny’s ear, voice soft and cracking with tears. “I promise.”

Johnny sighed shakily, pressing back. “I know, I’m not afraid of you I promise. You can act big n’ tough but you don’t scare me.”

Darry chuckled a little bit, only letting go when Johnny did. With that, the tension in the room was absolved.

“Hey teddy bear, dinners ready,” Sodapop called from the kitchen, and Darry sighed, feeling a weight lifted from his chest.

“Be right there to help, Pepsi-cola.”

#the outsiders #ollie writes #my writing #darry curtis #darrel curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle

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scandeniall · 5 years ago

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mirrors for friends ch //4

pairing: TBD x reader

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during songs: reader is normal text, atsumu is italicized and bold denotes them singing together

Ch 4 New Tattoos and Dates

The bell above the door rang signaling a visitor to the tattoo shop. Iwaizumi didn’t pay it much attention as he continued setting up his station, one earbud in. If it were some walk in, he had no doubt that one of the other artists would take it and he didn’t have any scheduled appointments. It was an average Wednesday afternoon. Very few walk-ins during the middle of a workday, and he had 2 appointments which had been done earlier, and a consultation in the early evening. The call of his name by the shop's receptionist, caused him to halt. Looking at the cause of his disturbance he was met with the familiar face of his friend and lead singer of his band. After a quick thanks and greeting, Iwaizumi led the girl towards the back of the shop, to his station.

“So what’s up (Y/N).” Iwaizumi had, texted you earlier in the day, to confirm whether or not you two were still in for a quick session. He’d also checked if you were interested in color so that he could be as close to set up as possible for when you arrived. He knew it wouldn’t be too long, or else you wouldn’t have made the trip during your lunch break.

“Well obviously I want a tattoo,” you murmured, shuffling through your tote bag for something. You heard Iwaizumi restate obviously, before he went to get a new box of gloves from the back room. By the time he had come back you found what you were looking for and handed him a sheet of paper that had been folded at least 10 times. “I want this.”

You watched as your friend traced his fingers over the lines of the worn paper. “It’s pretty. Did-“

“Yeah. He did,” you cut your friend off confirming his suspicion on who drew the design. “He did it a few months ago. And the way things are now, I just wanted to finally get it on me. So I could quit walking around with the paper, y’know.” Iwaizumi nodded in response, before pulling you into a hug. “How’s he doing,” he whispered, pulling away just enough to look at you. “Same as usual.” The sad smile on your face caused an uncomfortable pain in his own chest. “But hey, at least things aren’t getting worse. Now stop going all soft on me, I’m tryna get tatted.” Your voice didn’t have its usual lilt present when teasin, but nonetheless Iwaizumi pulled away after placing a light kiss on your temple. “You know we’re here for you,” Iwaizumi felt the need to remind you and with that you slightly returned to normal. “Yes dad I know. Now c’mon I only have an hour.” Unbuttoning your shirt, you relaxed on the cushioned table.

The needle buzzing was like music to your ears. You’d laid quietly on your side, scrolling through your phone as your friend bent over you, bringing the picture to life. The stinging on your side wasn’t too bad. You'd been able to do that until he got to the part of your tattoo that came on your inner rib cage. Your flinching hadn’t gone unnoticed by your friend. “How you holding up. This area hurts like a bitch.” You hummed in response before telling him to distract you.

“Well I’m going on a date this weekend after practice,” Iwaizumi said pausing to dip more ink.

“The Iwaizumi Hajime is going on a date. Dude how long has it been.”

“You’re annoying. It hasn’t been that long you know.”

“It’s been like 3 years dude. But you’re better than the rest of us I suppose. Our band is literally full of failures in love.” You laugh before wincing. Iwaizumi offers a quick apology before agreeing with you. He was the member that went on the least number of dates, mostly due to not wanting to deal with the games and drama that came with dating in your 20s. Iwaizumi had always held some sentiment of not wanting to waste his time, but that seemed to only grow stronger the older he got.

The man remembers his only serious and long term relationship years ago. He met her at 17, the two dating for 4 whole years. Years that turned out to be a waste of his time. He’d ended up getting sent pictures of his girlfriend cheating on him. Her and the guy were cuddled up kissing and seeming very much in love right in the middle of a park. The guy was completely opposite of him. Once he confronted the girl about it she told him that he was too rigid for her. Too made of steel and rough around the edges. He was more outgoing and extroverted and everything Iwaizumi wasn’t. He wore the type of clothes Iwaizumi would cringe at but wore anyway to make the girl happy. The new guy didn’t have any tattoos or any ear piercings and apparently the two of them just clicked. At the time of the breakup the artist had been in the early stages of his friendships with you and Kuroo around that time, and the two of you helped him deal with his heartbreak through writing.

The three of you crafted one of the songs that the band still played often. If You Can’t Hang. It was written before you had even met Atsumu, let alone became a band. It was the first time Iwaizumi had gotten into song writing, and that first song is still being played by you all.

“She came in for a tattoo a few weeks ago. We’ve been texting since.” You hum in acknowledgement, as he put the finishing touches. The minute you felt the fmailr coolness of foam hit your skin, you locked your phone. “All done, come take a look.” You took your friends hand as he walked you towards his mirror. Maneuvering the button up blouse, you looked at the art, a gasp escaping your mouth. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” While you were usually better with words, your friend knew that this time was different. He carefully examined your posture, to make sure you were really ok, before you turned to face him.

The sincerity in your eyes whenever you allowed Iwaizumi to tattoo you never failed to put a smile on his face. While this wasn't the first tattoo he’d given you (you insisted on never going to another artist since you and Kuroo met him all those years ago), this one is now your most personal one to date. He knew it, and you trusted him. “Anytime kid,” he replied, now covering the new art with plastic. “You're only a year older, Iwa.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you buttoned up your shirt. “Yet, I’ve become a dad to three brats. I know you have to go, so let's get you all checked out.”

You paid and then started your trek back to work, pulling up the band group chat:

‘Just got tatted ;)’ Attached was a photo of your new tattoo. Three wildflowers whose stems overlapped to resemble a bouquet. A budding rose, a peony and a gardenia, whose stems had small buds coming out of them. You laughed at the reactions from your friends. Atsumu uses a sickening amount of emojis to hype you.

‘Damn (Y/N).’

A minute later you opened up your individual texts with Kuroo to see his response to the new ink.

‘Just let me know when, and I’m there.’

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You eyed the time on your phone before glancing back towards your drummer who had been typing away at his phone. When you caught his eye you gave a knowing nod. His date was tonight, and he hadn’t mentioned it to any of the other two boys chatting away. It was nearing 8pm, around the time you guys usually stopped for the night. You all had time to practice 1 more song.

“Hey how do you guys feel about running Agree to Disagree again. I wanna try the guitar backing for Kuroo again. Then let's call it a night?” The rounds of approval caused you to go pick up your own guitar. “Yo (Y/N) we doing version 1 or 2,” Atsumu asked excitedly. Considering this song was largely written by him, it was one of his favorites. You had to admit, it was a fun song as well. If Kuroo was your meaningful genius, and Iwaizumi the heartbreak specialist, Atsumu’s songs were fun.

Agree to Disagree absolutely screamed Atsumu. It was smooth, and cocky just like him. His bass in the song was also insane. It was him in a song, and that showed whenever you guys played that song. You remember when you first heard the lyrics in the first verse about him not having time for anyone other than himself. You’d teased him about the fact that at least he was self aware. This song was also one of the only where you, Atsumu, and Kuroo all did some vocal work. Kuroo being on the bridge had been due to the fact that he helped Atsumu write the song and that the two of them didn’t know what else to do for the end.

The differences in the song versions were whether you backed Atsumu more or if he backed you more. The two of you also went back and forth more creating for what felt like a more energetic and dynamic version of the song on 2. After thinking about your attempt at guitar in this song, which you didn’t do too often, you felt confident in your choice. “Fuck it, lets do version 2. All in boys” You high fived your bassist as you heard Iwaizumi count you all down and Kuroo strums the first chords.

Maybe I should care a little more about what everybody thinks But I just don't have the time for nobody but me The mood I'm in keeps changing like the weather So you can keep the sun 'cause I like the night time better You think you're better than me? You don't like what you see? I think it's best we agree to disagree

You’d picked up the guitar backing easily this time around, and felt comfortable enough to start engaging with your bandmates. The second half of the chorus you’d made your way over to Atsumu, leaning so that you were sharing his microphone.

I'm doing fine by myself I never asked for your help I think it's best we agree to disagree

I wear my heart on my sleeve like a worn-out sweater But with a needle and some thread, I've been keeping it together Life's too short to be worried 'bout whatever So you keep shining in the sun, but I like the night time better

The ending of the song was met with high fives all around. “You did good (Y/N). Think we’re ready to take that version live.” Kuroo complimented you, taking the guitar you handed him before running your arm across your sweaty forehead. “Thanks dude. Maybe. That felt good. What’d you think Tsumu?” You were meant with a sweaty body throwing himself at you, to which you cringed.

“Hell yeah. Stop pushing me away, I’m tryna love ya.”

“Iwa, get him off of me.” You managed to push the younger boy off, but not before the oldest member told you that you were out of luck. The 4 of you cleaned up, 3 of you grabbing your instruments and their cases, as you all made your way to Iwaizumi’s front door. “Samu’s going out tonight any of ya wanna join?” Iwaizumi made some excuse about wanting to clean up, causing you to laugh at the lie. You looked at Kuroo who shook his head. “Can’t man. Got an early meeting tomorrow for this project. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Too bad your beauty sleep doesn’t do shit for your hair.”

“Says the old man, turning down a night out to clean up.” Kuroo yawns, being the first one to head outside the rest of you following. He reaches for your guitar case, now holding them both before nodding towards your car. “I took the motorcycle tonight.” He spoke, forcing your attention to the bike, his mother had gifted him once he graduated college. “I just had Iwa stop by my place earlier and pick it up. Anyways, I’ll see you guys tomorrow. We’re filming a youtube video right?” At your confirmation, Kuroo nodded before placing both instruments in your back seat. He gave the three of you a last wave, before riding off.

“I’m down to go out. Just let me head home first to shower. I miss Samu anyways.”

The bassist nods, typing a message, presumably to Osamu. “I can pick you up, just text me when you're ready.” You groan, causing him to shoot you an annoyed glance. “Dude, that means I’m gonna have to sit in your backseat while you take your hookup home.”

“That hasn’t happened in years. Besides, I’m too tired to pick up someone tonight. Just tryna get a drink or two and hang out.” Your reluctant agreeing, causes the bassist to head off, He bids Iwaizumi a goodbye, and promises to see you in a few.

“Has it really been years, since he pulled that?” Iwaizumi’s question causes you to laugh. He knew the three of you well enough to know that saying years was probably a stretch. “It's been maybe a year. But this time, I won’t have you or Kuroo to call.”

“You’ll be fine. Text me what bar you guys go to so I go anywhere but there. Be safe tonight, and tell Osamu I said hello.” You give the man a nod and a thumbs up before walking to your own car. You notice he watches as you get in the vehicle and roll your window down to yell out. “Good luck on the date. Go get us a real band mom!”

a/n: whew yes i am finally on plot track now. Also remember because i dont know which guy this is gonna be (only because i love my ideas for them all) for I take any and all suggestions. Anyways, the link is the exact tattoo and placement bc its cute to me. I’ve honestly had this written for at least 2 days now but i dont want to seem like im posting too much? BUT Let the plot commence now!

taglist: @o51oc

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #kuroo x reader #mirrors for friends

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hoodmara · 6 years ago

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Worth It •Nick Smut•

literally a concept I’ve been working on for THREE days and it’s long as fuck, so I hope it’s good lmao.

Concept: Nick is getting tired of jacking off, so Edwin tells him to fuck a fan (THAT’S BLUNT I KNOW IM SORRY)

Warnings: oral sex, language, lil bit of rough sex?

Please enjoy!

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Nick’s right hand was growing tired.

He finished himself off with one last twist of his wrist and then felt the warm liquid hit the middle of his bare chest.

Letting out a deep sigh that he felt he had been holding in all day, Nick paused the explicit video he was watching and closed his phone.

He set it to the side and removed his airpods while grabbing for the rag that was hanging off of the small tv next to him. Cleaning himself up, he then jumped out of his small bunk to saunter over to the bus’ restroom.

Passing Edwin on the way, he let out a deep grunt in acknowledgement and kept it pushing. Edwin chuckled at his friend’s disheveled appearance and sent a quick wave his way.

“Another trip to the hub?” He asked jokingly, becoming very familiar with the boy’s masturbatory schedule. Nick’s eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Edwin.

“Huh? What— what are you talking about?” Nick stuttered, the hand holding the soiled rag shifting behind his back.

Edwin teased his friend, but assured his privacy was not in danger. “Huh? What? Nick, come on, we both know that I’m not an idiot and that I can still see your fucking cum rag behind your back,”

Nick closed his eyes and ran his left hand across his forehead. He quickly opened the bathroom door and tossed the terry cloth into the laundry bag he kept behind the door.

Walking in, he quickly washed his hands and then retreated back to the lounge area where Edwin still held a goofy smile on his face.

“Ok fine, so I had a little alone time, is that a crime?” Nick inquired, plopping down on the couch across from his good friend.

“Look I’m not saying that I listen in on you doing what you do, but I’ve noticed you’ve been..uh...spending a lot of time alone lately and I just wanted to make sure that you’re good,”

Nick ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck, all the signs of a clearly stressed out Nick Mara.

“I don’t know, man...it’s been, like, a year since I’ve been with someone and I just— I get so..” Nick tried to make sense of his thoughts, but he couldn’t find a way to articulate them well enough. Thankfully Edwin picked up on his friend’s intended response.

“You’ve been bottling up your sexual energies and now it’s hit its’ peak,” Nick cringed at his friend’s honesty, but he knew he was right.

The idea of finally speaking about what had been on his mind was quite frightening. It wasn’t a big deal, everyone at one point got lonely, but Nick was someone who always put on a happy or unfazed face. Edwin pointing this out to him just made it feel like he didn’t do a great job of ‘faking it’.

“Do you have to say it like that?”

“What? Would you rather me say that you want to get your dick wet?” Edwin snickered, getting his daily dose of confidence from the way his friend was cowering at his words.

“God no, Edwin, what the fuck?” Nick groaned, making a sour face at the vulgarity of his friend’s words. Edwin laughed at Nick’s uncomfortable shifting and shook his head.

“When are you going to realize that you can talk to me about anything? It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone, the rest of these bitches don’t even listen to me when I speak,” He replied, referring to the rest of their bandmates who were fast asleep on the bus. Nick felt bad about his standoffishness with Ed. He knew that if he had to talk about his…problems with anyone, it was best to do it with him.

“Look man, I’m sorry, alright? This just isn’t normal for me, I don’t get to a point where I can’t stop thinking about, you know, sex or being with someone,”

“Aye, I get it, it’s not something you want to bring up with the boys casually,” Edwin spoke, comforting his friend. He continued on, “especially with Zion, cause regardless of how much sex he’s not having, he will try to drag you.”

Nick laughed at the comment Ed made and nodded his head. Feeling more relaxed, he continued to speak on his problem in hand.

“Ok, so what do you think I should do? I can’t just keep rubbing one out ‘cause eventually, someone else is gonna catch me and I don’t want to explain myself,” Nick asked, hoping that Edwin would have a solution.

“Simple, just hook up with someone,” Edwin replied effortlessly, popping a cherry into his mouth from the forgotten bowl of fruit next to him. Nick shook his head in dismay.

“First of all, how? And second of all, I can’t just hook up with someone, we’re on tour, we live in a bus, and we’re constantly moving around,” He rattled off, not stopping after those few reasons, “not only that, but we have literal fans, Ed, what if I accidentally hook up with one of them and they start talking, huh? I can’t afford another scandal after I ran my dumb ass mouth that one time.”

“Hey man, you can call the shots all you want, it doesn’t have to be a random person, but let me just say this, getting with a fan was one of the best decisions I ever made,” Edwin smirked, running a hand over his freshly shaven head. Nick’s eyebrows raised at his friend’s confession.

“You slept with a fan?”

“Yeah, you remember that girl Rain? The one with the two nose piercings?”

“And the bright green hair? Yeah, I remember her, y’all were basically the same person,”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t meet her at a coffee shop, she was at the LA show last year and she slipped me her phone number afterwards,” Nick leaned back in shock, surprised that he never saw this coming.

He knew that the other boys did, in fact, hook up with fans, but he always saw it blow up in their faces. Zion actually had a girl threaten to pepper spray him because he never called her back and Nick did not want that same scenario to happen to him. But maybe Edwin knew something that Nick didn’t, so he gave the boy a chance to explain.

“How did you— like, how did that go? I’m assuming it went well, ‘cause y’all still talk, right?”

“Yeah, we’re really cool! We’re probably gonna meet up soon, too, ‘cause she goes to school in Michigan and she’ll be at the Detroit show,” Edwin smiled.

“And she’s not crazy or anything? Like, she’s not on twitter calling you out?”

“Look, I know Zion’s hookup story scared you off, but let’s both be honest, Z has shit taste in girls,” Nick couldn’t agree more, seeing as most of Zion’s exes have threatened to do or have done something crazy to him. Despite this truth, Nick was still having a hard time siding with Edwin.

“Ok yeah, but what if I get with someone who’s a fan and it’s great, right? But then I don’t call them after or I do want to call them after, but they tell those stupid drama pages? Like, what if—“ Edwin cuts Nick off before he can dive deeper into all the things that could go wrong.

“Nick, chill! Dude, it’s not that serious, alright? If you see someone that you find attractive, just ask for her number! Shit, if she likes you, you might not even have to ask. I’m telling you that Rain and I got along because she was a fan, we talked about the music we had coming out and what her favorite song was, it was a bonding experience,” Edwin inspired, hoping that Nick would see the good that came out of the situation.

“Alright Ed, I’ll take your word for it, but if this blows up in my face, don’t complain when I keep you up for another night at 3am to whine about it,” Nick replies, a small smile finally gracing his face.

Edwin grinned and stood up from his place on the couch. He walked over to pat nick on the shoulder.

“You won’t regret, Nick, I swear. Now, I’m gonna go to sleep because I’m tired as fuck, so don’t jack off too much back here,” Edwin joked, eliciting a chuckle and a quick ‘fuck you’ from Nick.

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“Yo, that show was fucking nuts, did you see that girl who flashed her titties? It was that one chick who always comes to the shows, I think her name is Allie?” Zion raved, rustling his dreads in a crisp white towel.

“Yeah, I saw that! She’s crazy, man,” Nick laughed.

Throughout the show, Nick couldn’t let Edwin’s words escape him. He spent the meet and greet, and a portion of the show seeking out someone who caught his eye. There were beautiful girls everywhere, some literally throwing themselves at him, but he just didn’t want to make the jump.

“I’m tryna go outside for a bit and talk to some people outside, you wanna come?” Edwin asked, walking into the dressing room from his shower. He looked directly at Nick, shooting him a wink. He knew that this was the best time to make moves, if any.

“Yeah, I’ll go out with you,” Nick replied, grabbing his phone off the table and following Ed into the hallway. The two boys crept quietly past some members of their team, knowing that they would try to stop them from greeting fans.

Finally rounding a corner into an empty hallway, Edwin spotted the exit that led towards the buses.

“So, you see anyone yet? There’s a lot of pretty girls out there,” Edwin inquired, speed walking to the door. Nick matched his speed and laughed.

“Not yet, man. But I’m not stressing,” Nick replied. The two finally reached the door and ran out, being met with a chorus of screams and greetings.

The two went out and mingled, saying hi to their beloved fans and taking as many pictures and videos as they could. Their staff eventually came out, along with a few security guards, to try and coerce the boys to get on the bus. Unfortunately for them, Edwin and Nick were much more stubborn than most, so they didn’t budge.

It was getting late and girls started to leave, particularly the younger girls, but many of the older ones stayed around. Nick was talking with a group of girls who travelled to Georgia from Tennessee and were planning to go the the New York show as well. A girl in the group stuck out to Nick, but he couldn’t make that known.

“So y’all are planning to travel back to Tennessee tonight? It’s one in the morning, you’re gonna be exhausted,” He chuckled, making the girls laugh.

“We’re in school still, so we got summer classes and missing those will get our asses in trouble,” one girl complained. Her friends all agreed, wearing the same annoyed face as their vocal companion. The girl looked behind her and pointed out the girl standing in the back, “This bitch is lucky though, ‘cause she gets to stick around for as long as she wants.”

The girl looked up and caught Nick’s eyes on her. If he could, he would’ve jumped over the barricade to get closer to her. The gold shimmer on her sepia brown cheeks shone bright in the street lights. She could feel her own skin getting warm from being the center of attention now.

“You’re not in school?” Nick asked her, genuinely interested. She shook her head and moved a little closer, finally able to be fully seen under the lights. The moment Nick got a full glimpse of this girl, his breath caught in his throat.

“Uh no, I just graduated! Also, my sister lives out here, so I’m staying at her place for a bit,” She responded, tossing a stray braid over her shoulder. Nick couldn’t help but watch her plump lips move as she spoke, responding to some of her friends comments. Nick nodded, finally digesting her words.

“I wish we could do another show out here, I love the ATL,” Nick smiled, the girls immediately agreeing. They all broke off into their own conversations, trying to include Nick but not talking directly to him. That gave him a chance to talk to this girl without it seeming shady. He moved a bit over to the side, leaning on the barricade where she was texting on her phone.

“Who you talkin’ to?” Nick smirked, jokingly trying to sneak a glance at her screen and getting a giggle out of the girl. She acted like she was hiding her phone from him and scoffed.

“Nobody told me that you were the nosey member of pretty much, they just said you were the cute one,” she replied. Nick’s eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips, making his classic flirtatious face.

“Oh, so you think I’m cute?”

“I mean, you definitely ain’t ugly, so when you do the math, I guess that means you’re cute or whatever,” she joked. The two laughed and shared a comfortable silence. Nick moved his body to the side to check on Edwin and in the process, brushed his hand over her own. Their eyes met quickly and she could see a faint blush happen upon the boy’s cheeks. She smirked and leaned forward, close enough so she could whisper, “are you flirting with me, Mara?”

Nick’s cheeks quickly went from pink to a darker shade of red, the boy cursing his genes for his ability to blush so easily. He couldn’t let her know that he was fazed, that was not in this ‘hookup’ plan. So he smirked like he always did when he tried to act tough and flirted back.

“Depends, is it working?” The girl kissed her teeth and tried to hide her smile. She could feel her own cheeks getting warm, but she was also too proud to come off as some fangirl who was trying to get in the pants of her favorite member. Even if that’s exactly what she was doing.

“What will it take for me to get you home?” she responded, fulling shooting her shot from half court. Nick chuckled and pulled his hat lower. He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket, opened it and slid it to her.

“Let me get your number and I’ll see what I can do,” He flirted. The girl took his phone and quickly tapped in her digits, trying to inconspicuously slide his phone back when she finished. Looking down, he saw her name and number.

Nick could see Edwin staring at him out of the corner of his eye and saw his teeth shining in the moonlight. He saw Ed start wrapping up his goodbyes and thought that he should do the same.

“So, Y/N, you free for the rest of the night?” Nick inquired, quietly. Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise and laughed.

“Yeah, I’m free. My sister is on a business trip, so I’m watching her place,”

“No roommates?”

“No roommates,” She ensured. Nick smirked and nodded as he walked towards the other groups of girls, planning to say his goodbyes.

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“Where’s your bed?” Nick mumbled against the girl’s lips. She was straddling him on the couch in her living room, her long acrylic nails scraping down his bare chest.

“Down the hallway, last door on the left,” She replied, going right back to attack his lips. Nick moaned at the feeling, loving the way her teeth would tug at his bottom lip and then soothe the irritated skin with her tongue. He slid to the edge of his seat with her in his lap and stood, gripping tightly onto the back of her thick thighs. Effortlessly, he carried them both down the hallway, every once in a while running into a wall and eliciting a giggle out of the girl.

The moment Nick and Edwin met back up at the bus, Ed told Nick that he had to text Y/N to meet up. She was staying near their hotel and Edwin swore that he would cover for Nick while he was gone. He couldn’t argue with Edwin’s plea, especially because he really didn’t want to. With the way her red sports bra was accentuating her chest and the black bike shorts she wore hugged her ass, he didn’t think he could pass up the opportunity to spend one night with this girl.

Nick used one hand to hold Y/N in place as the other felt its’ way across the wall until it hit a curve and then a doorknob. Turning it quickly, Nick used Y/N’s back to open the door and he stumbled in, turning around and pushing her against the door, shutting it in the process.

He ground his hips into hers, both of them moaning at the friction. She was already out of her pants, so when Nick gently pushed his thigh into her heat, a spot of her wetness could be seen on his gray fleece shorts. Y/N tapped Nick’s hand under her thigh, signaling for him to let go so her feet could touch the ground. He obliged and gently let go of her legs. She stood in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders. Pushing him back, Nick fell back onto the bed. Y/N took that time to strip herself of her sports bra and kneel in front of Nick.

“Stand up,” she demanded. Nick quickly shuffled to his feet and moved to untie his shorts. Y/N’s hands crept up the sides of his legs and pulled down Nick’s pants, slightly giggling at the fact that he wasn’t wearing boxers.

“I was a little eager,” he joked, kicking the fabric away from his feet. Y/N smirked and began to play with Nick’s erect member. A breath hitched in Nick’s throat and his hands went to Y/N’s shoulders.

Trailing her tongue along the bottom side of his dick, she swirled her tongue around the tip once reaching it. She kitten licked at the precum seeping from his engorged tip, sending chills down Nick’s spine.

“God, you’re so good at that,” Nick commented, his words breaking as they came out. Y/N hummed on Nick’s member, causing him to let out a moan.

Soon, she took his cock completely, only leaving about an inch out. Her swollen lips latched on to his member as she hollowed out her cheeks and moved slowly. She gagged a bit on his size, but powered through. Nick couldn’t stand for much longer, his knees buckling at the sensation.

Y/N could feel the man weakening at her touch, so she removed him from her mouth and let him fall onto the bed.

“I’m not done, don’t worry, I just didn’t want you to fall,” she smirked. Nick rolled his eyes and shot a smirk back.

“I can’t lie, I was about to bust, but thanks for worrying about me,” he replied. The girl in front of him smiled and moved to take his erection back into her mouth, but Nick stopped her, “is it ok if I touch your hair?”

Y/N let out a loud laugh and nodded her head. Nick smiled and moved his hand to pull Y/N’s braids into a ponytail. She made a comment about Nick being a gentleman, making him laugh as she went back down to finish her work.

Skipping past any more foreplay, Y/N took Nick’s shaft into her mouth completely, choking a bit when her nose touched the base. Nick grunted at the feeling and help her out, moving her head in a steady motion. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his breaking point. Y/N used her small hand to replace her mouth on the lower part of his dick. Her movements got sloppier as she sped up, her saliva making it easier as it coated his member.

“I’m gonna, I’m— I’m gonna cum,” Nick stuttered, his grip on her hair loosening. She mumbled a drawn out ‘mmhm’, pushing him to his climax.

The warm liquid ran down Y/N’s throat, Nick thrusting into her mouth to chase the last of his climax. Nick caressed the bare canvas of Y/N’s back, craving the feel of her soft skin. She let go of his cock, her teeth gently grazing the skin as she moved away. Y/N looked up at Nick through her eyelashes as she wiped the sides of her mouth. Nick let out an animalistic growl as he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. The girl laughed at the force, but was more ready than she had ever been.

“You treated me so nicely, baby, the least I can do is return the favor,” he smirked, pulling down her tiny black underwear. Immediately, he dived into her heat, his tongue licking at her clit fervently. Nick then took his finger and slid into Y/N’s entrance, curling up into her g-spot.

She fell into a moaning mess, not expecting the boy to eat her out. Y/N grabbed at Nick’s messy brown hair, pushing him farther into her heat. He continued to lap up her wetness until her moans began to come out much higher than before. He could tell that she was about to cum from the way she was clenching around his finger, so he moved away from her.

Y/N lifted her head when she felt Nick pull away. Shooting him a confused look, she kissed her teeth.

“What the hell, I was close!” She whined, making the boy laugh. He leaned down to grab a condom from his pocket and used his teeth to rip it open. Sliding it on, he pumped himself a few times before moving back onto the bed.

“I gotchu, girl, don’t worry,” he smiled, then continued, “you ready for me?”

Y/N nodded excitedly and pulled him on top of her. With one hand on the side of her head and the other one lining himself up with her entrance, Nick slowly slid his cock into her. A drawn out whimper came from Y/N’s mouth as Nick grunted at the tight feeling of her hole.

“Nick I want more,” Y/N begged, her nails scraping his back. Nick sped up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. He hummed as he left open mouth kisses on her neck. Y/N started to clench around Nick, prefacing her orgasm. The tightness of her heat made Nick’s eyes roll back, the hand that was holding him was shaking and pulling at the sheets. Y/N tapped Nick on the chest, so he met her eyes.

“I want to ride you,” she said. Nick’s eyes grew wide and he nodded quickly, almost coming at the thought of her on top. Quickly, he flipped the both of them over. Y/N moved into a squat position, lining Nick up with her entrance. Sinking down, he clutched onto her thigh at the new feeling. She bounced quickly on his dick, throwing her head back at the feeling. Nick moved his hands from her thigh to play with Y/N’s hard nipples. She moaned loudly and moved her own hand to toy with her clit.

The two of them were in complete bliss, nearing their orgasms quickly. Nick silently thanked Edwin for the idea and pushed his head back into the pillows, bracing for his second climax of the night.

“I can’t take much more, babe,” Nick mumbled, trailing his fingertips down her chest to rest on her thighs. He began to thrust up, meeting her own. Y/N had her bottom lip clenched in between her teeth in concentration. She fell to her knees from her squat position, but continued to slide Nick in and out of her.

“Me either, I think I’m about to—“ as she spoke, her orgasm hit, her mouth widening. The way she tightened around him and the look on her face pushed Nick over the edge, filling the latex with his warm seed. He kept messily thrusting up. Y/N had to put a hand on his pelvis to slow him down.

Falling forward, her chest met Nick’s and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Leaning over the bed, he picked up his phone to check the time. His clock read 4:18 and he hissed, shocked that it was so late.

“You have to leave, don’t you?” Y/N asked, weakly lifting her head up from his shoulder. Nick sadly nodded and frowned at the breeze he felt when she rolled off of him. He turned to sit up in the bed and placed his feet down on the carpet.

Nick grabbed his pants and began to slide them on. Y/N handed him his phone and got up to walk him out. She slipped on her panties and opened the door for him.

Collecting his T-shirt in the living room, Nick grabbed his sweatshirt and handed it to Y/N.

“Keep this, I’ll get it back from you the next time we hang out,” he said, making the girl smile. She pulled it on and shoved her hands into the pocket.

“So we’re gonna hang again?”

“I would like to, even though I don’t come out to Georgia or Tennessee often,”

“Well it’s a good thing I travel for work,” Y/N smirked, Nick raiding his eyebrow in response.

“What are you doing in a month?” He asked.

“Coincidently, I’m in California for a shoot,” she replied.

“Well, if you want to, I’d definitely love to see you at our LA show?”

“Are you sure that won’t compromise our little secret?” Nick thought about what Y/N said, since it was a concern of his to not get caught. But being around Y/N made the idea easier to bear, and much more exciting after their night together. Getting an alert on his phone that his ride had arrived, Nick smiled.

“Nah, and even if it did, I think you’re worth it,” he flirted, leaving the girl with his usual charm.

#nick mara #nick mara smut #nick mara imagine #prettymuch #zion kuwonu #brandon arreaga #austin porter #edwin honoret #pretty much imagine #pm writing

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artisticestheticreads · 6 years ago

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SWEET TOOTH

A/N: So I saw a post from @wakandascrystal that said “hear me out, (Y/N) got 4 older brothers who won’t hesitate to end a nigga life if they try anything with their baby sister..but The short yellow off the shoulder dress (Y/N) got on at the neighborhood cookout got Erik ready to risk it all.” LIGHT BULB. Don't worry. I got her permission and she wanted to be tagged so here it is. There are also links in this piece so watch for bold and italicized font.

A/A/N: So, this is still a reader and Erik one shot but you will go by the nickname “Sweets” and “Baby Girl”...oh and your last name is Moore.

WARNING: Contains drug use, swearing, sexual puns, angst, and fluff

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Nite and Day by Al B. Sure!

It was a hot July day where the neighbor was holding its 50th Annual Block Party. There was old school music playing loudly, children in swimwear running around with water toys, mothers bringing tons a food down to the eating area and men playing games like dominos, spades, and poker. The smoke of the grills filling the air making people even more hungry. At one home, a young man stood on the porch in a crisp white tee, tan cargos and white running shoes with a chain with a ring, another with a gold ankh and a matching watch on his wrist. He dreads were tossed to the left and he had a Budweiser in his right hand. He was with his long term friend Ron who looked like Odell Beckham with no tattoos and short hair.

“It’s good to have you back, E. Real talk. You been gone for too long” Ron said as he rolled a blunt and began to smoke. Erik sipped his beer and said “yeah, decided to visit my real family. My Aunt is like my moms now, T is like that annoying ass big brother that think he know everything and princess was showing me some sneakers she making for me. They coo.” What he didn’t mention was the scars he had for ever kill were removed and how he was dead for like a week and brought back to life by his genius cousin and also that he had royal blood in his veins.

Erik saw a group of four men walking to a house across the way; the Moore Brothers. From left to right, there was Darnell, Andre, Mitchell, and Junior. “Welp, there goes the Nigga Turtles”, Erik said before Ron laughed. “Yeah, they keep getting bigger to keep niggas away from Baby Girl.” Speaking of, a white Nissan Altima pulled up passed the orange sign that cut off the street and parked; that’s when Erik saw her as if they were in slow motion. Her skin was a bronze glow that glittered in the sun. Her 4c curls resembled a cloud that framed her round, babyface with big roasted chestnut eyes that can hold heat in them. She finally walked from the driver side to show her figure. Her off the shoulder yellow dress hugged her thick body oh so well. Her curves screamed ‘look at me’. Her breasts were sitting at attention and her behind was like a chocolate peach. She showed off her legs in a pair of wedges and her golden chain read ‘Sweets’. The back of her right shoulder was home to an adorable baby jaguar tattoo.

“There’s our Baby Girl”, Darnell said getting her families attention. She opened up her arms to her mother and father with a smile receiving hugs then her brothers waited for their turn. Erik watched as he placed his hands in his pockets and when he saw them walking in their home, Baby Girl, walking behind, he whistled. She looked around and finally saw Erik. He nodded at her with a smirk and she waved small with a wink before walking in. “Cuh, you must got a death wish or somethin’. You know damn well them negroes do not play ‘bout their sister.” Erik turned to his friend with a chuckle. “Ron, aint no one scared of them muthafuckas, dawg. You talking to a man who has killed at least 2,351 people around the world. I’m a Navy Vet, they should be scared of me.”

“E, they don’t care about that shit. To them, you still Lean Bean to them,” Ron said as he smoked. Erik cringed at how he used to look and said: “Why you gotta bring up old shit for, huh?” He turned back to the street to see Nat and Baby Girl walking down the street with trays of food. Erik smiled and walked down catching up to him as Ron followed. “How y’all ladies doing”, E asked making her smile. “We good. How about you? Long-time, no see, E”, she said with her brow raised. “Eh, I’ve been good but who told you to get thick on me, looking a cute fine apple”, he said with a smirk. “Good one, E. But I can say the same about you”; they smiled at each other.

He looked behind to see that the brothers were nowhere in sight. Erik got closer and she said “getting a little close there. You don’t wanna get in trouble by my brothers, do you?” He chuckled and said, “I ain’t worried about them.” When he was about to wrap his arm around her neck, he felt a palm on his chest and they looked to see it was the Moore Brothers and Sweets rolled her eyes. “Well, well, well. If it ain’t Lean Bean all grown up. What you tryna do”, Darnell asked as he signaled Mitchell to remove his hand. “Guys, we were just talking and besides, I’m not a baby anymore. I can handle myself”, Y/N said making everyone look at her. Erik held her hands up with a chuckle and said “y’all heard her. She can handle herself.” Darnell’s eyes cut to him then he said to Andre “get the food” and signaled Junior to flung her over his shoulder. Darnell said “that was strike two. First was whistling at her. We watching you, Lean. Bean”. They walked into the crowd but Sweets and Erik’s eyes were still on each other. Ron looked to Erik who stood with a look in his eyes like he wasn’t about to give up. Erik started walking and said “that gives me one more strike. I love a good ol’ challenge.”

“Fuck. This is like high school all over again”, Ron said following him. Erik saw Baby Girl being put down, fixing her dress, poking each brother in her chest and taking the food from them walking away; the brothers walked the other way. “I need you to cover me. I’m going in”, Erik said to Ron. He saw her in the food area, dropping off the food and stood by her. “You okay, Sweets”, he asked and she looked up to him. “My bad. I’m good. I just wished they would stop babying me. I’m gonna be thirty soon for God sake.” Erik nodded, started to caress her arm and said “I get it. You the only the girl and you the baby. You gotta put yo foot down, Baby Girl, if you want them to respect you. I mean you are a grown-ass woman after all.”

She looked up at his face and grinned as he did the same. They noticed how the music was turned down so she took his hand into hers and made their way onto the curb with everyone else. The neighborhood got into a huge oval and the leader of the block with her family stood in the middle; she had a headset microphone. “Good afternoon, neighborhood. I just wanted to thank everyone who has come out and brought out many dishes to this affair. I have a few announcements to make beforehand though. I would like to congratulate the new addition to the Smith Family. Jeremiah Richard Smith was born at seven pounds and 8 ounces.” Everyone cheered and Erik leaned into Y/N’s ear and said “that’ll be ours one day”; she grinned. The leader continued with “and also congratulations to the neighborhood’s favorite baby girl, Y/N “Sweets” Moore for her grand opening last week of her own bakery called ‘Baby Girl’s Sweets’ located in the Crenshaw Mall. We are very proud of you”. Everyone applauds and the smile on her face lit Erik’s whole world.

“And finally, we would like to welcome back Mr. Erik Stevens for his safe trip back home from being in the Navy and from his home country of Wakanda.” Everyone cheered and laughed as he took a cheesy bow. “Now, everyone please bow your heads and join hands as we go into prayer.” Everyone did so but before Erik did, he looked across the way to see the Moore Brothers with joined hands and death stared across the way. It reminded him of the US Movie and he could have sworn he heard the horror version of ‘I Got Five on It’ somewhere. Y/N looked up to him and caressed his beard, saying “E, it’s ok. Look down”; he did what he was told after she kissed his cheek.

“Lord Jesus, our brother, be with us today. Bless our happy gathering, and bless this meal that we share. Protect us all, and help us to grow in your love. Lord Jesus, we praise your holy name forever. In Jesus Name, Amen.” Everyone started to make their plates and Y/N with Erik made theirs the same; grilled chicken, mac n cheese, greens, potato salad, and cornbread with cups of her Koolaid. Erik asked, “so, how the bakery doing?” She sipped her drink after she ate a chunk of mac n cheese. “It’s actually really good. My folks have been spreading the word getting me noticed. Even ABC 7 came down. You should come and try some of my cake.” Erik looked at her as she ate again and said “why try some? I want the whole thing.” She looked at him and scooted closer to him. “Be careful. You may get a sweet tooth.” He took her soft hand and kissed it. “Girl, I’ve had a sweet tooth for years now”, he said smoothly and she blushed with her cute nose wrinkled. Nat and Ron came to the table with plates and drinks were dead silent.

“How the food, y’all”, Darnel asked with a smile and cup in his hand, sipping. “Good”, Nat and Ron said but Baby Girl and Erik only looked at one another until Junior and Andre pulled her seat far away and place their seats between them. “Yeah, Ms. Richards did the damn thing with the mac and cheese,” said Mitchell as he pulled up a seat next to their sister and began eating his plate. “Boy, if you don’t stop smacking in my ear, Ima hurt you”, she said ith her brow raised that made E smile. As the group ate, Erik and she would steal looks at one another. As Junior and she talked, Erik sipped from his cup, noticing Darnell looking at him. Nigga staring too damn hard but I got something for all of them, he thought to himself, leaning back into his chair with a smirk.

“So, Baby Girl, when can I try that cake of yours?” Everyone at the table looked at him and she answered “anytime you would like. But, I should warn you. It will be the best cake you have ever had and ever will”, she said. “I would love to have some right now if you don’t mind”, he said and with that, she stood, looking at him with a grin of her own. “Coming. Right. Up.” She looked at Nat and they made their way to the dessert table. Erik watched her with a grin and his head slightly tilted. “Strike Three”, Andre said and Darnell added, “you think you slick, huh nigga? Tryna fuck with our baby girl like we ain’t here. That's aight. Let’s go.” The brothers stood and Ron looked at E. “Cuh, you a dead man. Real talk.”

“Man, shut yo ass up,” E said looking into his friend’s soul. After dessert, the group sat and talked for a little but there was no sign of the brothers anywhere. Erik and Sweets talked and laughed until the announcer said “aight, calling all men. It is time for the basketball game and Andre & Darnell volunteered to be captains. They will call their other four members one by one. Winners get a $50 Visa gift card.” They all applaud and Andre started to read off names. “Aight, so I choose Junior Moore, Toni M. Montell, Chad Jordan, and Ronald D. Duke.” Erik, Y/N, and Nat looked at Ron who stood slowly walking towards his team confused. Darnell said “on my team. I chose Mitchell Moore, Wolf Thomas, Erik ‘Lean Bean’ Stevens and Daniel Bryant.” Baby Girl looked at Erik and shrugged as he stood making his way.

Two hoops were across from one another a couple yards away and the guys were preparing themselves. Y/N stood in front since she was tad short and Erik slid his shirt off, making her lips part. He looked at her and walked over to her with shirt in hand. “Hold this for me, yeah”, he winked and kissed her head. The game was going and it was tied 20 - 20. Darnell’s team actually got along, like if they were family. They cracked jokes and played fought on the sidelines like nothing happened...or was it? There were two minutes left in the game and the opposite team missed the shot but Erik took the rebound. He ran down court being guarded by Mitchell. He looked over at Baby Girl with a smirk and right when he was about to shoot it, Mitchell hit him with a hard elbow to the nose resulting him to fall hard to the ground: he still made the shot.

Mitchell, Junior, Darnell and Andre ran to Erik as the others watched and aimed to attack him. Darnell hit him with a left hook, Erik did the same and Baby Girl screamed “stop it! Leave him alone.” She slipped out her mother’s hands and stood in front of the flying hands which stopped. “Y/N ‘SWEETS’ MOORE, GETCHO LIL ASS OUT THE WAY, NOW. HE AIN’T NO GOOD. WE PROTECTING YOU”, said Darnell but she said “NO! I CARE ABOUT HIM TOO MUCH AND HERE Y’ALL ARE! THE FUCK Y’ALL JUMPING HIM FOR! Y’ALL ACTING LIKE A GROUP OF PUSSY ASS NIGGAS! What y’all couldn’t do one on one or something? He did nothing to y’all but y’all being such fucking idiots that you think you’re protecting me but you’re actually hurting me!” The brothers looked at her and as Darnell reached his hand out, she pushed aside and smacked him with the black side of her right hand. He covered his jaw as his mother pulled them out the street. “Team Andre is disqualified. Team Darnel is the winners.” The crowd went away from the drama and back to the party.

Y/N stood in front of him with nose dripping blood and his head held up. “E, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know what to do to make this better.” He snatched his shirt out of her hand and held it to his nose. “Don’t bother. Ima just catch you later”, he walked off and heard muffled crying behind. He wanted to stop and hold her but his feet wouldn’t let him. He was in Ron’s house, lying on the couch with an ice pack to his face and eyes closed. “She tried to help, E”, Ron said and Erik said “I know, Ron. But the Moores are right. I ain’t good for her. I wasn’t back then and I’m damn sure not now.”

“E, she don’t give a fuck so why should you? I mean Sweets smacked the dog shit outta her brother and told them off. She didn’t deserve what you did,” Ron said and Erik sat up looking at Ron as he sat in his armchair. “You right. I guess I’ll go apologize since my nose stopped bleeding.” Erik went into the bathroom to see his nose slightly swollen and had a scar on it. He grabbed a band-aid to place on top and took a few aspirins, he put on a black shirt and walked out the door to the dance floor. The sky had gotten dark and the street lights were on. “Hey, Stevens. Wait up”, Darnell said but Erik kept walking. The Moores rand and stood in front of him making him stop. “What the fuck y’all want? Y’all tryna try and jump me again,” he asked and Darnel sighed.

“We sorry, man. I mean, we can be a bit protective but what you expect? We got a baby sister and this shit hard. She ain’t little anymore and we just don’t want her to get hurt”, Mitchell said. “Yeah, we just tryna make sure she good but I guess she can make her own decisions”, added Junior. Andre had his arms folded and said: “Y/N is literally our world and we just don’t want to see her cry.”

“But we made her cry because we tried to kick ya ass. We hate seeing her cry and all. We apologize and if it means anything, we think you cool. The laughing we did earlier was real. You a cool ass nigga, Lean Bean. No hard feelings”, Darnel said and reached his hand out. Erik looked at them all and took his hand into his shaking it. “If y’all don’t mind, Ima go to apologize to my girl”, he said walking to Y/N who back was turned. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up to him. “E, I’m really, really sorry. I didn-”, she said before his thumb grazed her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I mean. I shouldn’t have been mad at you. Sweets, I love you a lot. I’ve always had.” His lips touched hers in a peck then eventually, as “Nite and Day” by Al B. Sure played through the air, the kiss got needy and intimate with fireworks popping in the background.

𝕊𝕀𝕏 𝕐𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕊 𝕃𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ

It was late July when Erik walked into a huge bakery in jeans, a black tee and matching sneakers Shuri gifted him. He went to the counter to the cashier who had a big smile. “Hi, sir. How can I help you today?” Erik nodded and said, “yeah, lemme get a slice of the famous Sweetie double chocolate cake, a whole Lean Bean pie and lemme get a cute four-year-old Hershey Kiss.” With that, he heard a pair of little feet running to him. He felt a pull at his jeans and a cute little girl with her curly hair pulled into a pineapple style. She wore a pair of jeans with a cute chef jacket and a mini pink apron. “Hi, daddy”, she said smiling up at him. He picked her up and said “hey, baby girl. Where my kisses”, he asked and she kissed all over his face. “That’s more like it. Now, who told you that you can look cute pineapple today?”

“Her mommy did”, a voice from behind the counter said. It was Y/N in a similar outfit and hair as their daughter, Mariah. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly making Mariah giggle. “Are y’all on break now,” he asked Mariah and she nodded hard and fast making them laugh. He sat her down in his lap as Y/N stood at the counter with her cashier. Mariah pulled down his bottom lip and he said “uh, baby girl. What you doing?”

“Momma told me about the stowy of when y’all fell in love and I’m making suwe youw teeth awe okay.” He looked at his daughter confused until she asked “daddy, do you still have a sweet tooth?” He chuckled and looked at his wife. “I will always have a sweet tooth, baby girl.” Sweets looked at them as he looked up at her and they winked at each other with a smile.

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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Words Hurt: Chapter 3 (Brooke x Yvie) - ImposterZoe

AN: This is the last chapter but let me know if you guys want an Epilogue! IZ

Yvie breezed out of the elevator on an all-time high. As he started dragging his suitcase down the hallway, he couldn't help but dance a bit. His smile could've split his face in half as he started to hum.

Smiling, humming, dancing. Yvie hadn't even gotten a real kiss yet but just knowing that Brooke wanted him left him acting like a sap.

Just as he deposits his suitcase in his room, he hears Scarlet call him.

"Hey Yvie! You're looking better." The other man calls as he walks down the hallway.

Before Yvie can stop himself, he launches down the hall, grabbing Scarlet's hands and twirling with him, laughing as Scarlet stumbled over his own feet.

"Oh my extremely rhythmically challenged friend. I am on top of the motherfucking world!" Yvie lets out his first real laugh in days as he continues to "dance" with Scarlet.

"Yvie, are you dancing with Scarlet? What are you tryna do to my poor eyes?" Shuga laughs behind him.

Spinning on his heel, Yvie faces Shuga with a broad smile.

"Girl, I'm feeling better than I have in days! I decided to celebrate with my chemistry lady here!" Yvie throws his arm around Scarlet's shoulders.

Shuga pops an eyebrow. "Well if you're feeling so good Miss Thing, a bunch of us are hanging out in Ariel's room. You both should come."

Yvie and Scarlet share a glance. Yvie honestly couldn't care less.

"We'll come," Scarlet announced.

"Come on." Shuga leads them to Ariel's room. As soon as he walked in, Yvie could tell something was up, although his emotional high dulled his apprehension.

"Hey Yvie," Nina mumbles with a motherly smile. Shuga shuts the door behind them and Scarlet placed his hands on Yvie's shoulders, leading him to a chair.

Shuga had said a bunch of them were here and he wasn't lying. The room was filled with concerned faces and Yvie couldn't help but feel a little deflated as he realized Brooke wasn't there.

"Hidey-O," he greeted as he sat down.

Before anyone could say anything further, Yvie spoke again.

"I know I broke down on the bus. That shit wasn't cute. It was a bad day and I overloaded. I'm better now. And if that's all," he stands and walks to the door. "I have somewhere to be."

Then he breezes out the door, leaving behind stunned faces.

"Well that's a intervention gone to waste," Nina mumbles.

Yvie's walking back to his room when he has an idea.

He whips out his phone to call Brooke.

"Hey, Yvie," Brooke purrs into the phone.

Yvie hastily spits out his words before he loses his nerve. "Let's go out to dinner. Like, right now." He promptly cringes at his harsh tone. "I mean...if you want to."

On the other end of the phone, Brooke had a smiling red face.

"Are you asking me on a date Yvie?"

Brooke's tone makes Yvie even more tongue-tied.

"I..erm...uh...yes?" It comes out like a question.

Brooke laughs. "Since I'm pretty sure that's a question, I'll answer it. Yes, you asked me on a date and yes I would love to meet you for dinner. I'll pick the place and meet you in the lobby in an hour. Ok?"

"Yes?" Yvie asks again. Brooke laughs again. "See you in an hour." And then he hangs up.

Yvie stands there a minute before rushing back to Ariel's room. He burst in, pleased to see that everyone was still there.

"Nina, I need your help!" He calls, rushing in and grabbing the older man's hand.

He pulls Nina out, rushing him to his room.

He sits Nina on the bed and explains his situation.

"Lemme get this straight. Within half an hour of Brooke admitting he likes you, you ask him on a date. And he says yes despite the fact you couldn't string a sentence together. And now you want my help to make sure you don't do that on your date." Nina looks Yvie dead in the eye. "Do I have it right?"

Yvie nods an affirmative. Nina sighed, remembering when Vanjie had come to him with the same problem.

"Yvie, if Brooke likes you, he likes you for you. Anything I say will not help you be more you."

Yvie sighs, knowing Nina was right. Then he noticed Nina going to his suitcase. Digging through the case he takes out the outfit Yvie wore to his Whatcha' Packin' video.

"But I did hear him say that he thought you looked hot as hell in this look." Yvie promptly snatches the clothes and dashes into the bathroom.

"Thanks Nina!" He yells through the door.

"I expect to be the first to hear the outcome of this date!" Nina calls on his way out.

"Ok!" Yvie calls back. He checked his phone and realized that he only had 30 minutes before he had to meet Brooke. It was crunch time.

[Meanwhile]

As soon as Nina shut Yvie's door, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Nina! I need help! I have a date with Yvie in 30 minutes and I can't figure out what to wear!" Brooke shouts in Nina's ear.

Nina pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

"First off, where are you going?"

"Oh, I know an odd little diner a couple miles away. He'll love it!" Brooke says brightly.

Nina sighs. "Ok. You know your denim jumpsuit? Yvie loves you in it. I've heard him say it."

"Ok. Thanks Nina! You're the best."

"Uh huh. Yeah. Don't screw it up."

Brooke just hangs up, immediately digging out his jumpsuit. He checks how much time he has left and shrieks as he realizes he has 20 minutes left.

With a fair amount of shrieking from both date participants as time clicked down, they both find themselves rushing downstairs with exactly a minute and a half to go.

They hurried to the lobby, Yvie catching the elevator and Brooke rushing down the stairs. Brooke only paused for a second when he remembered to order an Uber.

The stair exit was across from the elevator, the walk over leaving enough time for anxious thoughts. Well an anxious thought.

They were both just thinking, "I hope I don't screw this up," over and over again.

They approach each other and somehow Yvie is the first to speak.

"Hey Brooke. Have I ever told you I love that jumpsuit?"

Brooke blushes and fingers his outfit.

"Oh this old thing? Thanks. That outfit is probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen you in. Especially that jacket."

Yvie blushed too, rubbing the soft fabric of his jacket.

"Aw thanks. So.... Where are we eating?"

Brooke glanced at his phone, pleased to see that the Uber was there already.

"I know a cute little dinner a little ways away. Uber's outside."

Brooke goes on instinct and wraps an arm around Yvie's waist. It does nothing to stop Yvie from blushing but it does help his confidence level.

He slides arm over Brooke's shoulder and launches into the story of the time he and Scarlet pranked all the Dreamgirls at once.

They're walking into the diner when Yvie finishes, "And that's why they all had to buy new shoes!"

Brooke just laughs, pulling Yvie slightly closer as they walked into the tucked away diner.

Immediately Yvie's eyes are bouncing off of everything, from the homemade paintings created by the owner to the tiny knick knacks collected from all over.

Despite a lot of reluctance he releases Yvie's waist.

"Go look around," he offers, "I'll go pick a table."

Yvie beams at him, immediately going to the most intricate painting at the back.

Brooke grins at the pure childlike expression the Yvie has at anything odd.

He slips into a table, leaving a seat where Yvie could see the whole place. He skims the menu, already knowing what he would order but he looks anyway in case he has to order for Yvie.

Who is still bouncing off the walls. Just as he sees the waitress coming, Yvie slumps in his seat, his eyes bright with excitement.

"This place is my heaven! Thank you for bringing me here!"

Brooke beamed. "I hoped you'd like it here. I'm…," he leans forward and grabs Yvie's hand, "I'm really happy you're so happy."

Yvie grips his hand back and offers a smile. They're sitting there, holding hands and smiling when the waitress comes.

They, (meaning Brooke), ordered and went back to sitting and smiling. Yvie decides to break the silence.

"I told you a story earlier. Mind telling me one?"

Brooke cocks his head. "You want me to tell you a story? Like one about me?"

Yvie nods. "Maybe one from your ballerina days?"

Brooke thinks on this for a minute.

"Well… There was the time my costume ripped 15 minutes before a show. But it's kind of a long story. "

Yvie just shrugs. "I'd love to hear it."

So Brooke starts on his tale and he wasn't lying about it being long. They're halfway done with their food when he finishes.

"And that's why I now always carry a travel-size sewing kit everywhere I go."

"Everywhere?" Yvie asks in disbelief.

"Everywhere." Brooke responds, whipping out said kit.

"That's such a weird story. I love it!" Yvie smiles, ripping another bite from the burger Brooke ordered him.

"You enjoying the burger?" Brooke teases.

Yvie smiles. "Among other things."

Brooke squeezes his hand. "What other things?"

He shrugs. "Well I'm enjoying all the art and trinkets. I'm enjoying the fact that we're the only customers in here." He pulls his chair around to sit next Brooke. "I'm enjoying your company and the fact that I have it all to myself. I'm just…" he nuzzles into Brooke, "enjoying myself."

Brooke grins and wraps his arms around Yvie. "I'm glad. I'm having fun too."

Yvie takes a deep breath and gives Brooke the most flirtatious smile he can.

"Wanna go back to my room and kick the fun up a notch?"

Brooke gives a smirk that Yvie just can't get enough of. "That would be a lot of fun."

In what feels like seconds, (but was actually an extremely long debate on who'd get the bill), they've paid, got an uber, and are in Yvie's hotel room before you can say Oddball.

The door shuts and they stand there, awkwardly staring at each other. Then all bets are off.

Yvie lunges forward, pressing his lips on Brooke's, pulling him close. They clutch each other, tongues wrestling for dominance. When they break for air, Yvie only has one thing to say.

"It's about damn time."

Brooke just nods, pulling Yvie's lip back to his, slowly walking backwards. Brooke slides his hands under Yvie's ass, lifting him up. Yvie wrapped his arms around Brooke's neck, letting his knees take his weight as Brooke sat down on the bed.

As Yvie wraps his hand around the back of Brooke's head, he slowly starts to grind his hips into Brooke's.

The resulting moan makes Yvie grind harder.

He pulls away, looking down on Brooke as he grinds.

"You like it when I grind on you? Huh? You like it?" He hisses in Brooke's ear, stripping away his layers as he speaks.

Brooke moans again, leaning forward to kiss the skin Yvie slowly revealed.

Yvie gives a moan himself as Brooke swirls his tongue around his nipple.

Standing for a second, Yvie strips off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, and leans forward to take off Brooke's jumpsuit.

"I always knew you were a briefs guy," Yvie teases, tracing Brooke's erection through the soft cloth.

"Yvie don't tease. Please. I can't take it," Brooke whines. Yvie decides to take mercy on the man.

He jumps back in Brooke's lap, connecting their lips once more as he grinds their hips together once more.

They moan in unison and Brooke falls backwards. Yvie throws his hands out to support himself as he grinds like his life depended on it.

"Yvieee," Brooke moans as he approaches the edge.

"Oh yeah," Yvie moans in response.

They get progressively louder as their orgasms crash over them.

Yvie manages to keep grinding as they ride their orgasms out together. After a second he just collapses, his sweaty body colliding with Brooke's.

Their breathing slows and they regain their senses. Yvie slowly sits up and slides his tongue in Brooke's mouth.

"I think I ruined my underwear," Brooke mumbled as he pulls away.

Yvie's laugh echoes through the room.

"I'll remember to take them off next time." He laughs.

Brooke considers this. "Can next time be right now?"

"Abso-freakin-lutely."

[...]

"You might be the best thing that's ever happened to me," Brooke breaths out, completely exhausted.

"Right back at ya." Yvie mumbles from above him.

"Good night, buddy." Brooke mumbles.

"Night-night, pal," Yvie responds

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #yvie oddly #nina west #shuga cain #scarlet envy #brooke x yvie #words hurt #imposterzoe #concrit welcome #mention of past branjie #s11 #canon compliant

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breamemes · 6 years ago

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matt maeson lyric starters

❝ your sweet, sinless sensation is not my style ❞

❝ tell me, if i run away, how long will i bleed? ❞

❝ i’m all shriveled inside ❞

❝ ain’t no point in tryna pick me up when i am down ❞

❝ i’ve been alone so long, i feel like i’m on the run ❞

❝ i’ve got a secret starting to rust ❞

❝ i’m looking like a bad man, smooth criminal ❞

❝ my spirit doesn’t move like it did before ❞

❝ i’m just tired ❞

❝ you’re just high ❞

❝ oh, we just don’t blend now ❞

❝ i make you cringe now ❞

❝ don’t i make you cringe? ❞

❝ i can’t open up to you ❞

❝ me and my friends are lonely ❞

❝ i always figured i’d be the one to die alone ❞

❝ i know things that you don’t ❞

❝ i’ve met murdering folk ❞

❝ they took one of our own, they took our innocent home ❞

❝ is it stressing all the things that you have morally accepted? ❞

❝ is it vexing wearing clothes that you have bled in? ❞

❝ if i leave it does not stop here, no ❞

❝ i tried to start caring, like you and like them ❞

❝ i’ve killed everything but my shame ❞

❝ it’s strange how the days layer, and weigh on you years later ❞

❝ i’ll try to convince myself i’m worth it ❞

❝ i swore i would never go there ❞

❝ darling, can’t you see i’m a broken man with addictive tendencies ❞

❝ i don’t ever think i can learn how to love just right ❞

❝ all the ways that you won’t bend are the only ways i live my life ❞

❝ i think i’m better on my own ❞

❝ i get so lost in you ❞

❝ how can i leave when i know what’s out there? ❞

❝ if there’s no one to blame, blame it on me ❞

❝ if there’s nothing but pain, put it on me ❞

❝ you are the cold inescapable proof ❞

❝ i know that you’ll never feel like i do ❞

❝ i will break into pieces right in front of you ❞

❝ i will burn down the city, string up the noose ❞

❝ fuck it man, i ain’t no beginner ❞

❝ i crawled back to the life that i said i wouldn’t live in ❞

❝ go find yourself a man who’s strong, and tall, and christian ❞

❝ i don’t remember your face, or your hair, or your name, or your smile ❞

❝ i carried on like the wayward son, and now through and through i have come undone ❞

❝ i am just but the wayward man, what with my bloodshot eyes and my shaky hands ❞

❝ i am the man we both couldn’t stand ❞

❝ i can’t wash off the dirt from my hands ❞

❝ what was it like to feel in love? ❞

❝ i will never go backwards ❞

❝ i will never be free ❞

❝ i will never be seen ❞

❝ i am the thought that you couldn’t plan ❞

❝ i’m the escape to something that’s worse ❞

❝ i am the shadow driving the hearse ❞

❝ just tell me, are you still hurting? ❞

❝ where did you come by all of those burdens? ❞

❝ boy, you gotta stop pulling out your hair ❞

❝ i’m not gonna go away, i’m still involved ❞

❝ you ain’t drowning me out with that alcohol ❞

❝ i bet my life on you ❞

❝ maybe love was always near ❞

❝ maybe love needs the fear ❞

❝ maybe love is a broken thing ❞

❝ maybe love needs the pain ❞

❝ you mean more to me than you must know ❞

❝ my head’s full of fear and my heart of sorrow ❞

❝ they don’t know you like i know ❞

❝ i’ll be your muse ❞

❝ i am the driver, i am the shadow, and i am the hearse ❞

❝ i know that i need us more than i need me ❞

❝ i’m a beat down, washed up, son of a bitch ❞

❝ i’ll be damned if i let it keep me down ❞

❝ it’s okay to let yourself hurt ❞

❝ you’re too old to be pretending ❞

❝ you don’t know me, i ain’t got no legacy ❞

❝ it’s not too late to pick of the pieces ❞

❝ if i don’t get aggressive, i’ll just let go of everything i love ❞

#starter meme #lyric starters #sentence starters #rp starters #matt maeson #lyric meme

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hcneymilkks · 6 years ago

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Bestfriend! Kim Sunggyu (INFINITE)

- mKAY so like ppl are probs like why this sir and LET ME TELL YOU SMTH...Kim Sunggyu is literally so handsome and lmao I would love him as a BFF but I know already that I will be given lectures and scolded at ahaha

- also because I miss INFINITE a lot

- trust me y’all will like this or else I’m throwing y’all into the gutter.

- wow my first drabble of 2019 what a great start to life

- ^^ jk i skipped out on studying to write this mr sunggyu wouldn’t like this.

- ANYWAYS

- o right, it’s based on this random dialogue prompt I found on Instagram:

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t care. Shut up.”

- this sounds like me and one of my guy friends who I call a grandpa....honestly grandpa Gyu is ikonic so that’s why we use him MKAY

- ANYWAYS

- bff’s with Infinite YeS please

- Golden Child too girl ya living the dream

- younger sister of Sungyeol and Daeyeol so of course music was in your blood

- ofc you were debating on becoming a trainee but then you were like “psh I don’t even do school work it’s too much effort.”

- so you instead support your annoying brothers on the sidelines...sometimes backstage on music shows where you see your favs

- the many times you come into Woollim entertainment w/ or w/o your brothers has been many times to the point that the staff knows who you are.

- heck may as well add in the CEO

- “yo idiots I brought food for you and mom is asking how you guys are.”

- ^^ what nice of a sibling you are.

- then again they call you names too so it’s natural

- chubs is their favorite one after watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo

- anyways skip skip to the good tea

- meaning this is where bff Sunggyu comes in

- so like Sungyeol’s group always practices in the same practice room and Daeyeol’s is the one beside it

- and like of course you have seen Seungyeol’s groupmates on t.v but not in real life..yet

- and what do ya do?

- yo bitchass here’s your food i brought extra for-OHMYGOD YOU’RE NOT SEUNGYEOL SKSKSK”

- “um....excuse but who u?”

- tryna remember who is who in ur brain.

- “mkay so my leader is Sunggyu, hes the oldest so we call him Grandpa Gyu. he looks small and has small eyes.” - award of the year goes to Seungyeol tryna describe his leader in the “NICEST” way possible to his confused sister

- “AH! YOU’RE GRANDPA GYU!” you pointing at him.

- cue dramatic silence and hysteric laughing

- “excuse?”

- “SHIT I MEAN UH HELLO SUNGGYU OPPA THIS IS FOOD FOR SUNGYEOL OPPA AND ALL OF YOU UYS IF YOU WANT SOME AND UH...BYE!”

- cringes at thyself and mentally scolds them for calling the well-respected leader Grandpa Gyu

- but that’s the start of a beautiful friendship

- on the other hand:

- “No I’m serious who’s that?”

- “It’s my sister Y/N. I guess she didn’t receive my text that I didn’t need her to bring food for me.”

- “Why did she call me Grandpa Gyu?” *cue little mouse leader Sunggyu angry mode*

- “uh...YEET!”

- another skip skip

- you come back again after apologizing profusely to Sunggyu in which he responds with;

- “Oh it’s no problem it has been dealt with already.”

- despite the nine? ten? year age gap y’all hit it off pretty well.

- “Y/N whatthehell I know how to send a text.”

- “Then tell me why it’s still in the unsent mode.”

- “...oh.”

- you teach him the new trends and in return you gain wisdom

- o man here’s a example

- “Y/N wat is a maymay?” -Christian Yu I kennat

- “huh?”

- “it’s spelled m-e-m-e.”

- “t-that’s a meme.” laughing so hard your stomach hurts.

- you ain’t ready for the wisdom part yet so it coming soon

- NICKNAMES ARE A YES

- “you’re old. I’m calling you a grandpa.”

- “what why?” although he small, he fight....But Sungyu wouldn’t hurt you

- “You’re literally legal everywhere...you passed the age limit like fifty years ago.”

- “Y/N i’m not one-hundred...not even close.”

- “still, you old and I’m still a child.”

- “I am not a grandpa you child. I run faster.”

- You look at him. “Not with those short legs I see. And only I can call myself a child”

- cue Sunggyu fighting the urge not to strangle you then and there. “I don’t care I’m calling you child.”

- here’s the wisdom part at: (texting version)

- GYU: Y/N, wehn u turn lgeal dont dirnk k

- GYU: is ad for u

- GYU: no dnrinking k

- GYU: u git no job. git eddicted ot it. si bad

- GYU: on do

- translation: Y/N, when you turn legal don’t drink okay. its bad for you. no drinking okay. you get no job. get addicted to it. is bad. no do.

- Y/N: Grandpa, are you drunk?

- GYU: on

- GYU: no*

- needless to say, when you reminded Sunggyu that you already passed the legal drinking age, he nodded and said “I know.”

- Seeing drunk Sunggyu would be so funny

- other than drunk texts, y’all have so many blackmail photos/vids of each other it’s impossible to still have space on your phone

- although you are close with the other Infinite members, Sunggyu is the person you go to advice for.

- “So if a guy likes you how do they show it?”

- “Y/N ask your brothers this...not me. Anyone else but me.”

- “No I asked both Sungyeol and Daeyeol once and they literally said chubs, he probs was looking at the window.

- ^^ cue Sunggyu scolding both Sungyeol and Daeyeol for saying something like that.

- Even if Sunggyu is sometimes harsh, he still loves you a lot and has officially (probably) adopted you as his own child adding on to the other six children he has to watch

- I ain’t letting Hoya go I’m sorry

- He honestly would protect you forever and would risk his life for you

- he be the older brother you never had

- JK you love Sungyeol and Daeyeol a lot but they be too much at times

- Oh, homework help

- “And then they did it like this but I don’t understand how we got this number to this number.”

- “Wait hold on this wasn’t how I was taught.” - Rip getting Sunggyu to help ya

- So instead of him helping you it goes like this:

- “Shut up.”

- “Y/N I said nothing I literally just breathed.”

“ Don’t care. Shut up. I need to concentrate. You’re no help”

- “If you show me how they did it-”

- “Sunggyu I just showed you.”

- Y/N that is not the way I learned it.”

- “well grandpa your way is ancient now, math is always changing.”

- “HOWTF CAN MATH ALWAYS BE CHANGING.”

- Heated arguments like this would turn into...laughter.

- Yup, there may be serious times but mostly, your guys’ friendship is filled with smiles and laughter and great memories you never want to let go.

- uh...I guess we can end here because i have run out of ideas mkay bye

-SKSKS WAIT i THOUGHT OF ONE MORE THING

- BONUS CONTENT:

- “who’s ur bias in INFINITE?”

- “Dongwoo”

- “wat why? Y/N I thought we were tight? You were supposed to be my ride or die.”

- “grandpa Gyu please don’t say those words ever again that’s not trending right now.”

-okay im done now bye

#infinite #kim sunggyu #drabble #k-pop #point form #bestfriend au

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sebastianorion · 2 years ago

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With something to tell but nothing is saying anything besides my thoughts. The songs playing in the background, thinking about that practice where you write the senses of the place you are writing or trying to imagine to build a better mental image but I remember the scape of the feeling within reading so I can teleport myself in that regard so much more easily than trying to imagine a smell. But I guess I understand within writing how hard that’d be to convey to someone who can’t relate or want to try to. Thinking about cringe within writing, how you never really get over that unless you get so good at writing you can write about anything writing about anything. Like the red barn poem I know. Chet accompanies me now, kinda a love-hate relationship right now, frank or chet ? chet did it both but frank stories though. Fallout reminiscent as well. I miss everyone right now, I need to speak to Rees as soon as possible. I was thinking about how different I love everyone, how different everyone loves everyone. The extent of that love and how that can be retracted very slowly until there is nothing hanging onto them anymore. I get put into a much more raw emotional state and it hurts but within the hurt is deeper love and appreciation for all things. I don’t think I can take it much longer, I want to straighten out completely to be honest, maybe switch vices, change grips. Pick up old habits- good and bad. I have all the things I need, I’ve always had all the things I’ve needed if I didn’t then they were never mine to begin with, maybe just things I held onto temporarily.

TRYING NOT TO BE PERCEIVED AT ALL. LIVING WITHOUT THAT IN MY HEAD AND SPEAKING FROM HONEST INTENTIONS.

Like a curse following me above my head that only I can see telling me exactly what to say, they thought about this back in the 15th century for crying out loud. EVIL MONKEY DEVIL don’t you see it Wong ? Glad no one else can read this, glad no one else can fully understand this. GLAD THAT THIS BECAME MY ROCK. GLAD THAT I’VE BEEN PULLING PIECES SLOWLY THAT NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY FROM ME. GLAD I CAN KEEP THIS FOREVER WITH NO THREAT OF EVER LOSING. EVEN LOSING THE ACTUAL DOCUMENT YOU REALLY CAN’T SHED SOMEONE’S INTENT.

It’s just if it’s a good one or not I guess. Does the common greed for money cause you to sell out, whether it be a piece or the whole thing, to what extent does it matter, AND IT ALWAYS LEADS BACK TO SUBJECTIVITY. Rick Owens says that too though- whatever makes you feel comfortable. Like I aint tryna get the boots. I think these things though I guess, yeah, I spent a lot of the day thinking. Lot of time in the day to think, there’s always time to think. Crazy we are afforded that luxury almost, not that even every human is able to do that but damn near an appreciation of consciousness.

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iamrheaspeaks · 7 years ago

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You Owe Me!

I haven’t written shit in years and prose isn't really my genre but this is happening 🤷🏾‍♀️ I’m forcing myself to post. Lightly proofread. But anyway, here’s my little OC! baby...

A/N: Bold italics are song lyrics

Word Count: ~1750

Warnings: None?!

Milly had been running on autopilot all day. Only getting four hours of sleep, and didn’t have time to smoke before work. Plus, she was just sick of being affected by everyone’s negative energy. You could understand why she couldn’t wait to just get home and shower away the filth of all things today. Ishe was still sleep in bed when Milly got in, “Let me tip toe my way into the bathroom”, she thought to herself.

As the hot water from the shower ran over her, Milly started to feel less bogged down from today’s events. Finally letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding on to. Her whole body relaxing as the tension washed away down the drain with the suds. After finishing the rest of her shower routine Milly makes her way into their bedroom. Ishe’s now awake, sitting in bed watching dumbass fight videos on WorldStar.

“How was work?” Ishe asked not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“Absolute shit! The fucking AC broke in the whole damn building and there was mandatory staff training today. Being stuck in a room full of sweaty balls, desperation and body heat is a FUCKING nightmare”! Milly recants as she searched through the small pile of clothes on her side of the bed for a specific pair of pajama shorts. As Milly continues to rant Ishe begins to make his way over to the desk in the opposite corner of the room.

“Damn!” Ishe manages to squawk out before silently laughing, suddenly more glad that he was off today. And he would never admit it but it was kinda turning him on, “Imma load up Coral for you so you can get some down time. Sounds like you need it”! He turns to face forward in the seat to continue loading when he adds on, “Plus, I’m kinda scared for my boys” losing focus again and instinctively grabbing his junk with his non-dominant hand. Looking at her briefly through the mirror Ishe begins taking in just how compromising Milly’s current position is. Bent over at the waist totally oblivious to her surroundings, head deep in a pile of clothes that all happened to be varying shades of black, completely nude.

“You should be!” Milly chuckled while rolling her eyes at his half-failed attempt to lighten the mood. Coral is Milly’s three-piece; 3D printed stackable water pipe. Couldn’t 100% compare to the glass piece she normally used but it was a good conversation starter. And the bitch hit, HARD! “Anyway…thank you! I’m probably gonna take a hit or two, clear my Instagram and then come down stairs so we can finally go out and do the food shopping”. Ishe already in motion to the door at this point since he was done with Coral, paused slightly to look over his shoulder back to her with his left eyebrow raised, “Bet!”

“Damn!” Ishe says to himself looking at the time on his phone and realizing that Milly is probably dead to the world. On his way to use the bathroom he peaks his head in the room to see and sure enough, she was knocked out. “Food shopping my ass”, Ishe thought to himself continuing to head to the bathroom. On his way out, after having decided to just go to the store without her Ishe stopped to take in the sight before him. Milly was sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair black running shorts with a pink trimming. They accentuated her ass, which made them his favorite. The lack of a top left Milly’s back tattoo on display. Full sized angel wings with the quote “angels speak to those who silence their minds long enough to hear” in script tracing along her spine pulling the whole piece together. Of all her tattoos this was the one that made Ishe worship the ground Milly walked on. It was mostly because of the deliberate imperfections she had the tattoo artist incorporate. Milly was adamant about the wings looking frayed and slightly scorched. Burned even, as if she literally fell from heaven. She had fallen asleep with her phone in her right hand and with her left on the side of her face making it look like she was adjusting her glasses. Feeling his dick twitch Ishe stuck his tongue out, licking his bottom lip while looking to his phone for the time. “Fuck! Let me get this damn store before it get busy.” Ishe thinks to himself running down the stairs. Ignoring his slight erection.

Shameful to say she woke up about 3 hours later to a quite house and messages from Ishe.

Ishe:

You owe me!

I had to go food shopping by myself 😭

I’ll be back soon though. I’m down the street catching up with Ace. I love you miss!

Still kinda groggy she rereads his messages before dragging the screen from right to left so she could see the time stamp. Eyes shooting to the top of the screen at the time, “FUCK!” Milly shouted while sitting up and fixing her glasses. “Did I really just knock out for 3 fucking hours? What the fuck?” She questioned as her fingers hovered over the phone momentarily thinking of what to finally reply to Ishe.

Milly:

I’m sorry daddy! I guess I was more tired than I thought. Love you too! 💋

Milly smiled to herself as the message sent. She then proceeds to grab one of Ishe’s oversized shirts that she’s claimed and made her way the kitchen to find something to eat. Waking up with the munchies is a bitch!

“…I, I'm a do you dirty/ Say you love me now, baby, it's too early/ I, I'm a do you dirty/ You think you love me now, I think you should be worried…” Milly was dancing around the kitchen shoving her face with fruit while singing along to Kehlani’s “Do U Dirty” when Ishe returned home with Ace in tow. Ace was Ishe’s good friend he met a couple jobs ago and they just stayed in touch. Plus, he was pretty reliable when your personal connect was out of town. The three smoked, chilled and blurted out their random stoner thoughts while watching Ridiculousness. And would all slightly cringe every time Chanel laughed uncontrollably.

Milly can’t really register when it happened but eventually she was gone to the point where the only things on her mind were sex and sleep. Thinking to herself “Yup, I’m definitely fucking high”! Immediately after the image of riding the shit out Ishe popped into her head. Biting her lip, her core clamped down on nothing, just as her bundle of nerves pulsed at the thought simultaneously. Making it even harder to push the now intrusive images out her mind.

“…I'm your doctor, when in need/ Want some coke, have some weed/ You know me, I'm your friend…” Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusherman” suddenly blaring from Ace’s plug phone finally broke Milly out her thoughts. She looked up to see Ishe staring at her. Her eyes grew wide as her clouded mind registered that she was squeezing her thighs together. And to make things worse, she was still biting her bottom lip. Ishe raises his eyebrow and glides his tongue across his bottom lip when their eyes meet. The motion causing Milly to shutter in her seat as a chill ran up her spine under his hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes undressing her but couldn’t will herself to look away. Ishe was the first to break the intense glance, to look over at Ace. The sound of his voice made his presence remembered.

“Yeah I got you ma. Give me 15” Ace responding to the person on the phone before hanging up, “Yo, Ishe, I’ll catch you later bruh. This fine girl that found me on Instagram tryna buy a quarter”. “Uh huh nigga. Whatever.” Ishe responds with a half smirk, it’s obvious he didn’t believe Ace at all. “You are such a man whore Ace! Don’t let your bad guy antics rub off on Ishe or we gonna be fightin!” Milly interjected while gathering things for their retreat upstairs since their company was leaving. Ishe and Ace both side eyed each other before letting out a huge laugh looking back at Milly. Ace responding to her threat, “You know I learned everything I know from YO nigga right?” thumb pointing to her beau. Ishe fake gasped and clutched his imaginary pearls before backhanding Ace in the arm catching him off guard, “Don’t be telling my girl that shit man!” Milly just shock her head at their childishness and continued her way up the stairs.

Ishe finally begin to go upstairs after playing Xbox Live with his cousin for a few games of Black Ops. Milly’s knocked out clutching a stuffed elephant from Ikea in the center of the bed with the light and TV on. Abandoning the shorts she looked so hard for back into the pile, now only wearing Ishe’s shirt. Left leg bent at the knee causing the shirt to rise up, leaving her ass fully exposed. The sight alone was teasing Ishe, almost daring him to do something. The buzz from the weed was starting to fully take over along with the feeling of his dick making his pants tight once again. Ishe couldn’t help but to act on the images that flashed through his mind while staring down at Milly from the doorway.

Slowly moving to hover over Milly, Ishe further examined the current state of his lover. Her copper colored skin was begging to be caressed. Her thick thighs untouched by any marks or ink. Full round bottom looking inviting as fuck. Ishe’s hand twitched as the urge to smack it came over him, “Not yet” he thought bringing his slight inner turmoil to a halt. Bypassing what was underneath that shirt for now, he started to make Milly stir underneath him. Ishe showered her with deliberate and needy kisses along the back and right side of her neck. When Ishe gently sucked on that sweet spot right behind Milly’s ear it earned him a sleepy moan right before Milly let out a weak “Mmm?” before scrunching up her face and prying her eyes open. Attempting to familiarize herself with the now pitch black bedroom. Just as she’s starting to come to, Milly’s whole body grows stiff as Ishe leans back down barely hovering over her with his mouth a feather’s touch away from her ear. “I told you...You owe me!” Ishe’s voice deep but barely above a whisper as he slowly inched inside of her…

Final Notes:

I’m a sucker for unisex names with interesting meanings 🙃

Milly- Latin origin: means hard worker of gentle strength

Ishe- African origin: means God, lord or leader

@savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @cancerianprincess

#rheaspeaks #my writing #my words #my work #you owe me #original characters #this is longer than i expected #milly x ishe #called out #out of my element #here it is #overwhelemed #i had to force myself to post this #i almost deleted the whole thing #rheaspeaks masterlist

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scholar-thief · 4 years ago

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RP Log: Momori and Rerenima meet at an Ul’dahn ball.

Momori - Dressed in fine silks and finer filigree, the Ul’dahn elite made their way to the grand ballroom for yet another of one of their exclusive parties. But under the cover of revelry, business was being done. Alliances were drafted, rumors were exchanged, and strategies were formed.

Rerenima || Fancy parties were nothing new to Rerenima. It felt like he was sent to one of them at his mother's every opportunity. Already tonight he'd been forced into dozens of awkward conversations with other lalafell, and even some taller races... And now he stood grumbling at a punch bowl, trying desperately to stay as small as possible- smaller than he already was- to avoid yet another conversation.

Momori has spent most of the night by her client’s side, dutifully jotting down notes and storing business cards as they come. But, as the night stretched on, her client grew more and more interested in partying...it’s definitely the alcohol.

Momori - There wasn’t much for her to do now. From the corner of her eye, she spies someone lingering by the punch bowl, obviously trying to avoid conversation. Despite knowing this, Momori approaches.

Momori: “Hello.”

Rerenima nearly visibly cringed at the sound of a voice near him, and had to take stock of his own sanity before he could turn to face the voice with a pleasant, but very fake, expression. "Hello there, how fares the evening for you?" He asks, clearly not wanting to know the answer.

Momori mirrors his forced smile, and takes a moment to observe her target. Raven black hair - the new heir to the Rurunima fortune, perhaps? He doesn’t look too pleased to be here. Must be new.

Momori: “Night’s just getting started for me. How’s the punch?”

(Momori) dubiously flavored red punch is what i imagine )) (Momori) red flavored )) (Rerenima) ewwwww lol )) (Momori) better than blue! xD ))

Rerenima has one of the many glasses on the table in his hand, the long nails on one hand tapping against it idly. "If I'm being honest?" He responds, slightly less standoffish than before. He was expecting someone a bit.. older. Maybe this was his lucky day? "Not enough alcohol. Not -nearly- enough."

(Momori) Momori’s 30 btw..but then again. All lalas are ageless beings tbh >:D )) (Rerenima) engrish, me no wut is ) (Rerenima) pff not that much older than him xD ) (Momori) how olds Re? :o )) (Rerenima) settling with 27 for now. xD ( (Rerenima) Probably looks younger, though lol ) (Rerenima) if even lalas can tell that kind of thing xD ) (Momori) no idea )) (Momori) a 'child' lala uses the adult model LOL )) (Rerenima) further proof that they are grown in potato patches. )

Momori dully looks at the punch bowl, and then back to Rerenima. The stuffs strong...She’s had it before. Maybe he’s looking to get hammered? “If it’s more alcohol you want, Ser, that can be arranged.”

Momori ominously pulls out a small vial full of an unknown brown liquid, expression unchanging.

Rerenima must have a pretty high tolerance- he barely looks tipsy despite having stood there for only the gods know how long. He takes a glance to either side of him, checking to see if anybody was watching him. His mother was otherwise engaged, as was his butler Kelza, with some other family's servants, no doubt. "Sign me up," He replies with a sneaky little smirk, offering his glass to dump some of it into.

(Rerenima) cuz its always a good idea to take random unidentifiable liquid from strangers amirite? ) (Rerenima) WHAT COULD GO WRONG?? ) (Momori) LOL I was gonna say xD )) (Rerenima) bet she's kicking herself for not bringing some chloroform. "Hey, smell this!" "sure! X_X" ))

Momori raises a brow, but pours a shot’s worth of liquor into Rerenima’s glass. “...Cherry Brandewine.” She similarly pours herself a bit and takes a sip.

Momori: “You must be new around here.”

Rerenima spins his glass a bit to mix it up and gives it a tiny sniff, both eyebrows raised. PHEW. Yes. This will get him sufficiently slammed. Perfect. He takes a few gulps all at once, coughing in a most unmannerly way that caught the attention of a patron or two. He quickly straightens up and brushes himself off. Nothing to see here.

Rerenima: "Thanks!" He squeaks.

Rerenima: OH!

Rerenima: "Uhh.. new? I wouldn't say that, exactly. Been going to these damdable things since I was old enough to introduce myself without a stammer."

Rerenima: "You, on the other hand, I've not seen before."

Rerenima ponders over you.

Momori - His reaction is answer enough. The corner of her mouth quirks up as she holds herself back from laughing. Must. Be. Polite. Mustbepolite. She clears her throat.

Momori: “They do a good job at keeping me hidden in the back. And by they, I mean my clients.” She stiffly offers him her hand. “Momori Mori. Conservationist and historian.”

Rerenima seems sufficiently surprised. "Conservation efforts? Around here? And they're buying into it?" He asks, genuinely surprised that any number of the hoity toity frilly guests here would be interested in anything other than lining their own pockets.

Momori gives him a practiced smile. “You’d be surprised how much history means to those in this room. Now...” She casually leans against the punch table. “What do you go by? Unless you’re content being indexed as ‘hey you’ in my mind.”

Rerenima chuckles as the booze settles in. "Rerenima Rurunima. The pleasure is mine." Hard to say if he means that or not. He takes another drink off the glass, smaller this time.

Momori narrows her eyes for just a split second as her suspicions are confirmed. It could be valuable to get to know him a bit more, given his family’s wide net of connections. She refills his glass, hoping that another drink could help loosen his lips...and lower his guard.

Momori: “Likewise. So, what do you think about all this?” She gestures to the ballroom and, in turn, the rich folk that fill it. “For many, they see opportunity. Money to be made. Power to be gathered. What about you? Do you see something else?”

Rerenima seems to be internally debating with himself over exactly how he should answer this question, given where he's located and who could be listening. But, after a few more sips, he's run out of fucks to give, and states as plainly as can be, "I see a bunch of lecherous old men and women eyeballing me like I'm some prize to be won or some happy ending to their utterly boring night. Frankly, I feel filthy just standing around here -letting- them look at me, and I want out. You?"

(Rerenima) when u painfully aware that ur mama tryna sell you like a high class whore lol ) (Rerenima) bet that there's more than a few lalas around here who are strictly gilsexual. Gender got nothin to do with it, but they better be loaded. With money. ) (Rerenima) i ain't sayin they's a gold digger... )

Momori can’t help herself. A cheeky grin spreads on her face and she giggles a single time - the rest is kept back when she brings a clenched fist up to her lips. But as quickly as she had let out her true feelings, her mask is back on. Stoic, serious Momori.

Momori: “...Ahem.”

Momori: “Perhaps I am naive compared to you, Ser, but I see a room full of good lords and ladies who hold the financial fate of Ul’dah in their hands. Hmmm.” She adjusts her glasses, looks at the crowd, and then Rerenima. “But if I squint, I can see what you mean. Hehe.”

(Momori) LOL I feel if Kelza were here he'd be dragging Re back to safety by his ear )) (Rerenima) conveeeeniently distracted for the time being lol ) (Momori) butler be butlering! ))

Rerenima almost immediately feels bad after her response. "Maybe," he mumbles, taking another sip. He's leaning on the table now, and seems to have forgotten some of his manners in all of the alcoholic haze. "I've just.. I'm not much a part of it. I mean, I am, I benefit from it, but this whole business running thing? Not for me. Not really. Better left to the people who know what the hell they're doing."

Momori tilts her head, somewhat surprised. “And here I thought all rich families raised their heirs with one purpose in mind. You’re not like them, Rere. And that’s a good thing.”

Momori: “And I can guarantee you that, in this room, there are countless others who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. They just aren’t aware of that fact.”

Rerenima: "Just maybe I -would've- been taught how to do all these things if my father hadn't suddenly... y'know." He waves a hand about dismissively, and for just a moment seems like he might truly get upset about it and make a scene.

Momori blinked. She had heard rumors, and it seemed that there was an inkling of truth in them yet. But she got the feeling that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her the details. It was too sensitive. “...Sounds like you need a bit of fresh air, and maybe another shot.”

Rerenima: "I think I do," He agrees in a wobbly, small voice. He abandons his glass, and the table, and as well as he can, heads towards the nearest exit while avoiding as many people as possible. The gaze he did -not- escape, however, was Kelza's. Rather than follow his charge, however, he simply watches him go with a curious, if not slightly concerned, expression. Another conversation distracts him once again.

Momori watches Rere leave - and as she walks by her, she slips her business card into his pocket. “Hey, some friendly advice. Don’t take drinks from strangers.” Momori smiles slightly. “See you ‘round.”

Momori checks on her client. Passed out, like always...which meant she had a fair bit of free time on her hands. Where would this drunk whelp wander too? Right before he completely leaves her sight, she dips behind a curtain and follows from the shadows.

Rerenima barely hears the advice, his brow furrowed as he stops in his tracks to ponder on it.. and then carry on again. Was it just him, or was it getting unusually warm in here suddenly? He wanted- no, he NEEDED- to get out of here, away from all these people.. and so he walked, pushed his way through the crowd, didn't even bother to apologize.

(Rerenima) this seems "away" enough lol ) (Rerenima) nice dark corner rofl ) (Momori) damn this dramatic lightning! (Rerenima) if i tilt the camera just right i get dramatic anime glasses lol ) (Momori) oh perf!!!! ))

Rerenima finally gets outside of the building, immediately taking a deep breath of fresh air.. and just as quickly taking a few steps off to the side to hurl all the alcohol he's been consuming. Guess he had just a liiiiittle too much.

Momori follows a distance away. It’s something she’s done many, many times. Gods, he makes a tempting target to simply rob and run, but she isn’t in the business of such crude practices anymore. Instead, she waits. Likely, someone else has their eye on him already..

Rerenima makes an unhappy groan once everything's done with, muttering more than a few curses as he stumbles just a few more feet away and collapses on his ass on the top of the stairs looking as miserable as can be.

(Rerenima) maaan he gon be so easy to pick on rofl ) (Momori) someone could just gently take him away.....if kelza was watching too, we’d have a person stalking at a person stalking at a person situation going on xD )) (Rerenima) stalker stalking a stalker stalking a dummy. ) (Momori) want me to jump him or do u wanna write for some thugz )) (Momori) *me writing some thugz. Momori will just be watching suspiciously in the night the whole time lmao )) (Rerenima) he's aaaall hers. xD ) (Rerenima) buut can raise the stakes a lil :) ))

Rerenima || Meanwhile, back at the party, Re's mother seems to have realized that her son's vanished. She'd wanted to introduce him to someone! In a huff, she stalks over to Kelza, and demands to know where he's gotten to! When no answer is provided, he is DEMANDED to go find him! Immediately!

Momori - Rerenima’s drunken wandering does not go unnoticed. A gang of lalafell dressed in cheap leather armor jovially play cards nearby, and their conversation quickly goes from impassioned shouts to hushed plotting. As a group, they encircle Rere and one of them nudges him with the butt of their club. “Eh. You.”

(Momori) Re's mom sounds like a helicopter parent )) (Rerenima) only when it benefits her :) )

Rerenima , who is in no mood at all for anything or anyone, simply grumbles, "What do you want..." without actually looking behind him. Perhaps he should've.

(Rerenima) when u too rich to know what danger looks like

Momori: “Oy, this one’s as drunk as a pig! Let’s get ‘im, boss!” one of the thugs says, just loud enough for Rere to hear. The leader nods, and each one of them pulls up a bandana to hide their identity. Another cuts off any escape routes, and keeps watch for any guards.

Momori: “Give me everything in your pockets. Now. Hurry.” The thug presses the end of his club against Rere’s chest, commanding urgency.

Rerenima || At first he'd simply rolled his eyes, but as more of the conversation revealed itself, sobriety set in quickly. "Wait, what?!" and all at once he was wide-eyed and terribly aware of just how many thugs were actually out here tonight. This wasn't looking good for him. Shit shit. Shouldn't have come out here alone. Shit. SHIT! For once, he does the smart thing- exactly what he's asked. Unfortunately for them, he's not carrying all that much- a couple gil, whatever's on his fingers...

Momori - The amount is not enough to get the thugs off his back, not by a long shot. The thug grumbles, and eyes what Rere might have on his person. Any valuable jewelry or items of great value?

(Momori) family ring? or anything that would cause a stir if it were gone )) (Momori) heck they'll just take his glasses lmao )) (Rerenima) hahaha poor kids gon be blind (Rerenima) tempted to have someone come to the rescue but that might ruin poor momo's chances haha (Momori) momo is completely content to stand by and watch if you want to be rescued by someone else! )) (Momori) momori is a terrible person lmao )) (Rerenima) the badass butler XD ) (Momori) oh shiiet )) (Momori) go for it! ))

Rerenima is on his feet now, waving his hands about and insisting he doesn't have anything else... at least not that would be worth anything! Surely! Except there was -one- thing, and it was quickly snatched away from him. A pocket watch, that it -almost- seemed like he would be willing to fight for had he not been held back by some handsy assholes. (cont)

Rerenima || Meanwhile, Kelza, silently cursing himself for letting an idiot out of his sight, opens the same back door that Re had just come from, and immediately sees the ruckus. Oh HELL no. He takes a gun from the inside of his jacket, aims upwards, and shoots. THAT aughta get their attention.

(Momori) GUN )) (Rerenima) dont bring a knife to a gun fight >:3 )

Momori: “Shit! Scramble, boys!” The thugs holding Rere quickly push him to the ground and each of them, as they pass, give him a drive-by kick. Pocket watch in their possession, they split up and flee into the dark alleyways like desperate rats.

Momori ‘s full attention is now on Kelza as she passively observes from her hiding spot.

(Rerenima) HAHA ) (Rerenima) i like how he literally hops into the sitting position rofl ) (Momori) little bounce xD ))

Rerenima doesn't have much time to shout after them, as he's both pushed, and then kicked, falling to the ground like a rock, breaking his glasses, cracking a nail.. it's not a good night for him. Rather than acting like a worried mother when Kelza rushed to Re's side, as one might suspect a butler should do, he made quick to chastize him. "What did I tell you about going off on your own?! You're lucky you're alive!"

Rerenima: "They.. they took it.. They took it!!" He suddenly cries out to Kelza's surprised expression.

Rerenima: "Took what?" The butler asks, annoyed.

Rerenima: "His watch! I need to get it back!"

Rerenima: "You were two minutes away from dead and -that's- what you're worried about?!" Kelza snaps, but Rerenima snaps right back at him! "He gave that to me! It's the only thing I have left of him!"

Rerenima: "How much did you drink?" Kelza asks accusingly.

Rerenima Between the two of them, the argument continues unabated for several long minutes, with Re attempting his damndest to convince Kelza that he NEEDED to get that watch back, and Kelza very much brushing him off-- literally and figuratively-- and eventually insisting- no, requiring, that they go home. Now.

Rerenima || The more he was brushed at, the angrier Re got until all at once he slaps Kelza's hand away, standing on his own, and doing exactly that. But there is a determination there in his plastered eyes that was not there before. Fuck this entire day.

Momori’s brows drew together as she contemplated the true nature of Rere and Kelza’s relationship. No matter, there was a takeaway regardless of that. A pocket watch found, and a debt created...Her master would be interested in hearing more about this. But around now, her client would be coming to their senses back at the party, and she had appearances to keep up.

Momori silently steps back into the shadow, the night cloaking her like an old friend.

#ff14 rp logs #Momori Mori #Rerenima Rurunima

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verd0ne · 8 years ago

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Through the Eras

Description: Seventeen just recently debuted, and you just so happen to run into Vernon and once that happens things escalate from there. (This story will be told from their debut from on so this is Adore U)

Warning: Angst? Fluff? no serious warning smut may be present in future stories.

Word Count: 4,935

“Have fun.”

“I will! I’ll be…” the phone abruptly hangs up and all I can do is roll my eyes. Carter has been super distant lately. He hasn’t wanted to hang out, and he’s been lying about where he is, some boyfriend.

After my train wreck of a phone call with my boyfriend ends, I spot a familiar stranger from afar. He genuinely caught my eye, with his stare and gorgeous features. Why does he look so oddly familiar? He must have caught me staring because he starts walking over to me. Oh shit, I’m about to get mugged! Why do I always stare!?!? I hate myself so much!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK! HE’S RIGHT FUCKING IN FRONT OF ME!!!!!!! I continue to look down at my phone pretending nothing just happened, when I feel a presence next to me on the once empty park bench. I almost shit myself not gonna lie.

“Phone call not go so well?” At this point I have no clue what to do so I try to play it off like I didn’t just almost shit myself. So, I give him the look that says ‘were you talking to me?’ he nods. Of course.I decided to play along so I answer properly,

“My boyfriend’s kind of an idiot, but what are you going to do?” Hopefully my smart ass comment makes him leave. He laughs, god dammit. When he does he look so familiar I can’t take it any more, who is this guy? I forcefully ask the question, “Do I know you?”

“Are you familiar with kpop?” I have no clue what this has to do with anything, but I just played along hoping the conversation won’t last too long.

“Yeah...why?”

“Well I’m part of a group called Seventeen, we just recently debuted.” My jaw drops wide and that’s when I realize, this is Vernon. I’m at a loss of words. I remember when the debuted just two months prior to my trip and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “So uh…”

“Sorry! I just uh… I like your group.” Goddamn, I sound so stupid. At least he laughs, phew. Thankfully he ain’t some perve trying to get in my pants.

“Thanks,” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly. Thank the lord he’s as awkward as I am. “So uh… what brings you to Korea...or unless you live here, you just seem, I don’t know where I’m going with this.” He blushes and I can tell he’s trying to make small talk so I just smile to ease the tension.

“I come here twice a year to get a break from things back home.” I glance at his face and see a grin appear. Wow, I never realized how attractive he was until I really took a good look at him. I turn away, hoping he can’t sense me blushing. Why am I such a weak bitch?

“Hey, I was going out to get ice cream you wanna come? Just a friendly gesture, I would hate for you to be alone this entire trip.” I hesitate but then my conscience tells me to fuck it and just go.

“That sounds great, I’m Y/N by the way.” I stick out my hand for him to shake.

“Vernon, but you already know that.” He smirks and takes my hand in his. This handshake seems like it’s been going on forever until I realize we never let go. I stare up at him and down at our hands, and we both pull away and laugh. Why is this shit like some dumb ass rom com I just want to die now.

“Can I ask you question?”

“Shoot,” he replies.

“Why did you stop and talk to me?”

“Well, you seemed lonely so I thought I’d keep you company.” Okay now I’m starting to lose hope this man starting to freak me out, so I just awkwardly laugh and nod before he follows with another reply, “Shoot that sounded weird, you just seemed a little distressed and I was just trying to be a good person.” Okay now I’m gaining more hope, he seems like a genuine guy, I smile, thank him and then we were on our way. Once we arrive, he opens the door to an adorable little ice cream shop. There are so many flavors, that I get overwhelmed. He leans over and says,

“You should get strawberry, it’s the best.” I give him a thank you stare and order my treat with delight, I definitely fuck with this ice cream. We find a little table to talk and he decides to tell me his life story, so I just sit down and let him explain because I could tell the sincerity behind his voice.

“I’m originally not from Korea, I moved here from New York. My mom is from the states, but my dad’s from here.”

“I’ve always traveled here as long as I remember. Couldn’t tell you why, but whatever it is, I always end up coming back.”

“That’s what I call true passion.” We both laugh the day away. We lost track of time until we realized the shop was closing. “Have we really been talking for that long?”

“I guess so. Oh crap, I have to get a cab to my hotel.”

“My dorm is just a block away, don’t bother with a cab. The boys won’t mind if you sleep on the couch.” Me, a dorm with thirteen boys, that is a solid yikes.

“Uh… I don’t know? You’ve already been so kind, I don’t want to get in the way. Plus I don’t know you extremely well so...”

“I really don’t mind, we have a bunch of extra things you can borrow. You can trust me, we won’t be a bother I promise, let’s head out before the owners of this place kick us out.” I give in because again he truly seems like a genuine guy.

Once we get to the dorm, my heart sinks to my stomach. I’ve been hanging out with an idol all day, only to be invited to his place, which happens to be the home of twelve other boys. What the hell is my life. Vernon introduces me to every member and they’re all so sweet. They were really trying to make me feel as comfortable as possible and it was honestly so adorable. I’m not the type to get soft but these boys made my heart feel like mush. When I explain I’m staying here they all grab blankets and pillows, offering me to use them. I laugh at the overwhelming amount of items surrounding me and thank them for being so kind. Vernon even offers me his clothes to sleep in. I accept, but he can tell how hesitant I am when I do.

“Are you going to be okay here?”

“With you guys hmm… I’ll think about it.” He smiles and laughs at my comment.

“Goodnight Y/N, you know where to find me.”

“Nighty night Vernonie.” He cringes at the nickname, and shakes his head and smiles. “Seungkwan told me to call you that.”

“I expected.” I laugh as I curl up in my nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. What a wild first day.

***

“Y/N, the guys and I are going to a meeting we’ll be back in an hour.” I just mumble and roll over on the couch. I hear the door close and check the time, it’s seven A.M.

“Ugh.” I toss and turn until I give up on falling back asleep. I check my phone for texts and see a couple unimportant ones from my friends and some “talk when you can” texts from my mom. I call her and tell her I landed safely and made friends with the guys from Seventeen. She didn’t believe me. And to no surprise there were none from my ass for a boyfriend Carter. I grunt and see if the guys have anything I can occupy myself with, nothing. I just decide to shower and put on my clothes from the day before. By the time I finish the guys are back.

“Y/N we’re back,” I hear Hoshi shout. I turn the corner and see all the guys, they look exhausted.

“It looks like you guys need some rest. I’m going to call a cab to bring me back to my hotel.” Someone grabs my arm and it’s Vernon. He let’s go as soon as I notice and turns bright red. This shy son of a bitch.

“Y/N the guys and I decided that you can stay here instead of having to pay for a hotel,” S.Coups tells me. I can’t help but smile, these guys are so sweet.

“Only if you don’t mind.”

“It’s really no bother,” says DK.

“Vernon actually suggested it.” Vernon shoots Seungkwan a warning glare and turns bright red. I go a bit pink myself. The fuck why am I fucking weak bitch.

“I’d love to stay with you guys.” They all bring me to the center of a big group hug. All I can do is laugh, these boys really something else

Joshua and Vernon offer to help me go back to my hotel and help me get my stuff. I couldn’t turn that down. Once we arrive to my room Joshua takes the key,

“I’ll go check you out while you two pack everything up. I’ll be waiting in the lobby,” he winks at Vernon, making him shake his head at his friends comment. This boy really tryna butter up my ass.

“I guess you really didn’t need much help,” he motions at my already packed bags.

“What are you talking about, I need help picking out a bomb ass outfit,” I say with sarcasm. His smile distracts me before I come to my senses. Snap out of it! You have a boyfriend! I have to stop overthinking my fucking life and get my shit together. I grab shorts and a shirt out of my bag and go to the bathroom to change. When you’re finished you catch Vernon looking at you. Shit, this man gotta stop.

“Y/N I don’t mean to rush you, but we should probably get going, Joshua is all alone.”

“Holy shit, I totally forgot.” I grab my suitcase, backpack, and purse, only to have my suitcase and backpack taken from me. “You know I’m not completely helpless.” I snatch my backpack from Vernon and he just shakes his head,

“I’m only trying to help.”

“You’re helping me too much I feel bad.”

“You strike me as a very independent person.” He got me there. We make our way to Joshua who has been patiently waiting for us in the lobby.

“Took you long enough,” Vernon punches him in the arm. I look at Joshua and we die of laughter. My phone vibrates, I look and it’s finally a text from Carter.

Carter: Call me when you get the chance, we need to talk.

I furrow my brow and Vernon leans over my shoulder.

“Is that the boyfriend?” I nod. “Carter’s a cool name. A lot better than Hansol.” I can’t help but giggle at that.

“I think Hansol is a much better name. It’s much more, unique.”

“She’s right, don’t talk yourself down.” I lean in to give Joshua a high five and he returns it.

“You guys got me there.” Shit this boy is actually me. Before I notice we arrive at the dorm, remembering I need to call Carter, I set my bags down and go directly back outside. After two dial tones he picks up, unusual.

“Hey.”

“What did you want to talk about babe?”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but the last two months haven’t been the best. Especially for our relationship.” I feel a lump begin to form in my throat. I know exactly what’s coming. “Two months ago, I cheated.”

“What!?”

“I cheated on you. It was only a one time thing at first.”

“At first! What do you mean at first?!” I started to talk louder, my face growing hot with tears.

“After the first time, I started meeting up with that person more and more.” I was gonna break up with him eventually but to find out he cheated really hit me hard and I couldn’t help but lose it. I begin to cry and wail, silencing the other line until he begins again,

“I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“You’ve seriously been wanting to tell me this when you could have stopped. What the hell is wrong with you.”

“See, I knew you would over react.”

“Over react?! You, my boyfriend just told me you’ve been cheating on me for two whole months. Not only that but you’re telling me this when I’m supposed to be having the time of my life.” I can’t help but scream these words in the phone I hear footsteps approaching the door, but they stop. “You are the worst person I’ve ever met. I can’t believe I wasted an ‘I love you’ on someone as selfish as you.”

“You have every right to be mad.”

“Of course I do! I never want to see you ever again. Goodbye Carter, you can go fuck yourself.” I hang the phone up and scream in aggravation. That’s when the door opens and I see Vernon's concerned face staring at me.

“Y/N, are you okay?” I collapse and he catches me in his arms and all I can do is scream and cry until I cannot take it any longer. I loosen from his grip and run in the dorm, receiving many concerned stares from the other members. I rush to the bathroom so I can be alone. I can’t believe it, I knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend, but I never expected him to cheat. As much as I didn’t want to admit it I loved him and he went and crushed my heart. I just wanted to get away from everything, but it all came to bite me in the ass. I feel like getting sick and my body becomes limp before being pulled into a much tighter embrace than before. I was unaware of Vernon’s presence until I hear , “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” I can tell by his unsteadiness that he’s a bit uneasy. “Please know you are going to get through this, he was only a dumb ass guy who doesn’t know an amazing girl when he sees one.” I cry into his shoulder as he rests his hand on my head. I giggle a little because of his cheesy comment, but continue to sob.

We stayed together in that position for so long that I’m pretty sure I ran out of tears. He takes my face in his hands and wipes the mess that is my face and smiles,

“Are you better now?” I nod and hug him one last time before he takes me to his bunk and covers me with a blanket. “Wait one sec.” A few minutes later he comes back with two cups of tea. I smile at the sight and he smiles back, returning his focus to the cups making sure they don’t spill. He hands both of the cups to me and I return him a confused look. “I need your phone.”

“Why?”

“I’m putting my number in it. I want you to text or call me whenever you are not feeling okay. What happened today really sucked, and I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to be there for you.” He quickly types in his number and sends himself a text making sure he put it in correctly. I hand him his cup and kiss him on the cheek. “What was that for?”

“Thank you for not being a dick.” We smile and sip our tea in silence. I don’t really want to talk and luckily he respects that. Once we finish he takes the cups to the kitchen and while he’s gone I start drifting to sleep. He comes back and doesn’t hesitate to curl up with me. For some reason I can’t help but feel safe with him.

***

The next morning I can’t help but feel an odd emptiness. I turn and see I’m alone in Vernon’s bed. All of the bunks are empty, they must be at practice. I check my phone and I have two texts from him.

Boys and I are at practice almost all day call or text me when you need anything.

Actually call me when you wake up, hope you slept well ;)

Why is he such a sweetheart. I press call and wait for him to pick up, no answer. I go to call again but he’s calling back.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, how did you sleep.”

“Pretty well, you didn’t have to stay there the whole night.”

“Y/N, I didn’t want you to be alone. Plus we were on my bed, where else was I going to sleep?”

“Um the couch, aka the place I’m supposed to be crashing on.”

“Ew gross.” I shake my head, this bitch.

“Vernon! We still need to nail the last part.”

“Sorry Y/N, but I gotta go I’ll stop by and bring you lunch, there’s cereal in the pantry. Talk to you later.” Before I can reply he hangs up. I have no clue what I’d be doing without him right now.

He really does keep his promises. At one o’clock he brought over some ramen for the both of us to eat.

“Here you go again making me feel helpless.” He laughs running his fingers through his hair. I can’t help but notice his resemblance to Leonardo Dicaprio. He sure notices I’m looking at him because my staring end with his words,

“Yes, I look like young Leo, I get that a lot.” I burst out laughing.

“How the hell did you know I was thinking that?”

“It’s the look.” He returns the look to me so I see how it feels. My face turns hot and he smiles at my reaction. “Not very fun is it.” I punch him in the arm. “Ow, you know with all the nice things I’ve done for you I don’t really think I deserved that.” I slam my head down on the table. How has he managed to bring my mood up so much? We continue to eat our ramen and laugh up a storm. I get up to fill a cup with water and he does the same. He walks by with his hands to his side and accidentally brushes his hand across my butt. I tense up and turn around. His cheeks turn crimson red as he apologizes like a child who just broke a vase.

“Holy crap, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too. It was an accident. I promise it won’t happen again.” I place my hand on his shoulder making us lose space between us.

“I’m not mad, I know it was an accident.” I soon realize our faces were only inches apart and I soon break up that mess before anything else could have happened.

“I’d love to stay here and chat, but I really need to get back to practice.” He proceeds to back out of the room bumping into anything and everything. I just laugh at the mess that is my life and finally get myself that water.

Hours go by until the boys get back around nine, all sweaty and super wiped out. As they pile in everyone finds something to calm themselves down with. Some occupy themselves with the T.V, others go to sleep, and one of them stays in the kitchen writing on a notepad. I take a better look and I see that the one writing is Vernon. I sit in the chair next to his, and can see that he knows I’m here by the way he tenses up. He lets out a big sigh and closes his book.

“What were you writing?” Curiosity begins to grow inside me.

“Just some lyrics.” He seems ashamed of it.

“Don’t be embarrassed by it.” He just gets up and walks away. “Vernon wait.” I grab his wrist and he pulls me close, close enough where I can hear his every breath.

“I need to write, too much is on my mind. I want to be alone right now.” He let’s go and I am shocked. Did I really make him this horny? Dino and Minghao walk over to me and tell me he hasn’t been in the greatest mood since lunch. They said he’s been irritable and down on himself.

“Whenever we had breaks all he would do was write lyrics.” Minghao looks to Dino and he looks down.

“What happened when you two were alone today?” Dino returns his gaze to the floor.

“Guys I didn’t do anything to make him this way.” I guess I kinda lied. “He just randomly got awkward and stumbled out the door.” I’m trying to stop myself from going in shock. Something else must have happened. They tell me they believe me, but I don’t know if I believe myself. When the guys seem distracted enough by whatever program was on the T.V I make my way to Vernon’s room. I crack the door open and see him that he’s still writing. I decide to knock to be polite. He comes straight to the door.

“What do you want?” I’m taken aback by his words. What happened to the polite, caring guy from earlier today?

“Are you okay? I know what happened earlier was super awkward and I didn’t want to bring it up, but it happened and no one has to know.” He just stares at the ground and doesn’t say anything.

“I write when I’m stressed,” he mumbles.

I can see he doesn’t want to talk about earlier so I change the topic with him. “I'm assuming it helps a lot. Do you use life experiences for your raps?” He nods. “Guess I’m going to be a big inspiration for your next couple of songs if you’ve been writing that whole time.” I expected a good reaction but I get a,

“Shut up.” I try to hide my laughter, but I can’t. I get him to smile, but I can tell he’s trying to hold it back. I know what will break him out of this mood. I start to tickle his waist making him giggle like a little girl. I continue to do so until tears are sprinkling out of my eyes and his. He tries tickling me back, but I’m not as ticklish as he is. It’s not until his hands are propped on my waist do I realize I’ve been sitting on his lap. My stomach flutters and I get off his lap as fast as I can. I hate this so much, calm down feelings. You just broke up with your boyfriend, chill out. He notices your urgency and takes you by the hand.

“Thank you. You really helped me get out of my bad mood.”

“After all you’ve done for me, this seems like nothing.”

“Sometimes the smallest gestures can make the biggest difference.” He smirks and does the hair thing again, making my stomach do flips. I feel my face light up and I turn out the door. All the guys are giving me looks when I exit the room.

“So, what were you guys up too?” Hoshi raises his eyebrows, making kissing faces. I punch his arm in response.

“I just broke up with my boyfriend, calm down.” As soon as those words escape my mouth I run to the door of the dorm. I need to go for a walk. I haven’t thought about Carter since right this moment, gosh I hate myself sometimes. The tears start streaming again and they won’t stop.

“Y/N! Y/N!” I turn around and see none other than Vernon. He pulls me into a hug and I can’t be mad at it. I just hug back and sob in his chest. “It’s going to be okay.” His back rub really helps me snap out of it.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” He pulls me in one more time before we walk back to the dorm. He tucks me into my nest on the couch, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaving. I can tell he’s never done that before by the way his face gets red afterwards. I hope I can sleep as well as I did last night.

***

Today is my last full day here, even though it wasn’t the ideal trip, I did meet some of the greatest people in the whole world. The guys promised to do something with me today and they decided on going to the mall. They insisted on buying everything I wanted, which made me angry. They already did so much. In return I bought an item for each member. They refused, but I did it anyways. They all deserved something even if it was little. After the whole day of walking around the mall and shopping, all the guys went straight to bed, taking advantage of the extra sleep. I start drifting off until I hear a hesitant voice,

“Y/N, are you up?” I nod and sit up on the couch welcoming Vernon to sit down as well. He takes a seat and looks me in the eyes. “Sorry your trip didn’t go as planned. I know you were really looking forward to taking a break from your life at home. I tried to make you feel content, I really did. I hope you had fun.” I smile and for some reason my fingers run through his hair. What am I doing? By his expression I’m sure he’s asking the same question. I pull him close where I can hear his heart start beating fast.

“I had a wonderful time,” I say almost in a whisper before planting a small peck upon his lips. He tenses up once our lips make contact but as soon as he kisses back, all the stress is gone. I make my way on top of him and once I do his hands immediately go to my hips. We continue to kiss, not even caring that the members could walk by at any time. I start to make my way to his jaw planting playful kissing along his face. I can feel his breathing become heavier as my lips make their way to his neck, making his grip on my hips becomes more firm. I begin to kiss him more making my hands wander to his neck. They start to travel to the hem of his shirt pulling it off. He shifts positions so now I’m laying on my back and he’s hovering above me. He begins to place kisses on my neck and collarbones, making me bite my lip. I lean down and plant a kiss right next to his ear, “It’s all thanks to you.” He bites his lip and smiles. The look on his face becomes more gentle as he slowly caresses my cheek. It’s not until then do I realize what we just did. I just fucking made out with the bitch 2 days after I broke up with my boyfriend. He can tell by the way I tense up that this shouldn’t of happened

“Y/N?”

“Hmm.”

“Do you want to forget this ever happened?” I hesitate at first but only because I can’t tell if I did this because of breaking up with my boyfriend, or because I genuinely am catching feelings for him. I realize I’ve been making him wait for an answer causing me to nod my head, making us agree to never speak of this again.

***

When I wake up I see the boys all eating breakfast. I get out of bed to scope out the scene. I see so many mouth watering items that I can’t help myself. I make a heaping serving and once I start eating I feel sick. I haven’t eaten well in days and now it’s finally starting to catch up with me. Of course it has to be on the same day I get a flight back home. After holding down my meal I go and change into some comfy shorts and a t-shirt for my flight. While walking out of the bathroom I bump into Vernon. I just give him an awkward glance and you can tell the sexual tension was high, we both stared at each other until he broke the silence.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” He pulls me close, which catches me a little off guard. I decide to take it in and let it happen. I breath in his scent of clean laundry and what seems to be a hint of aftershave. I stayed in his arms for awhile until someone shouts that my cab was there. I give everyone a hug and I receive all their numbers in return. I will most definitely keep in contact with all of them. They helped make my trip suck less.

“Bye thank you so much!” I am going to miss these guys so much. I make my way to the cab and see that I have received a text. I look at who it was and to no surprise it's from Vernon.

Vernon: Call or text me when you get home, stay out of trouble :)

Y/N: I will don’t worry

(p.s I’m sorry if this sucked I tried my best and feedback would be really helpful, I hope you enjoy :)

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