#and then my friend and I r driving home and we’re talking and I almost start crying again and let me just say

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

People at work out here making me cry. Because I’ll miss them. Because they made me care about them. Gross

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: The Buckley-Diaz Family (Part 3 of 4)

This post includes CANON detailed character studies and scene analyses from season 4 to illustrate how The Buckley-Diaz Family became an established CANON family after season 3.  Seasons 2-5 will have separate posts and this is part 3 of 4.

This is a long post but it had to be long to fully illustrate how The Buckley-Diaz family became an established CANON family outside of the 118 found family during season 4.

Please note: To fully understand part 3 of this series, parts 1 and 2 should be read first.  Read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: The Buckley-Diaz Family (Part 1 of 4)” and “Buck & Eddie: The Buckley-Diaz Family (Part 2 of 4)”.

Season 4

The Buckley-Diaz Family came together for a family game night at Eddie’s house in 4x3 “Future Tense”.  While Buck and Christopher played video games, Eddie walked around the house searching for all the technologically advanced devices he’d purchased so that he could get rid of them.  He became paranoid after the 118 was dispatched to a smart home that functioned solely from a programmed computer system named “Hildy”.  He asked Buck while they were on the call, “Who would want to live like this? Cameras and microphones everywhere. Not knowing who’s watching or listening”.  Buck replied, “Hate to break it to you Eddie but if you’ve got a computer, smartphone, smart TV, smart anything really, then anyone can spy on you”.   It could have been the word “spy” that caused Eddie to be paranoid but his goal was clear, he wanted all smart devices out of his house.  He unplugged the video game console while Buck and Christopher were in the middle of playing a game.  Eddie said, “We’re taking a little break from the internet right now” and Christopher responded with “But how am I supposed to talk to my friends?” which caused Eddie to say, “You’re talking to people on this thing?”.  When Buck realized Eddie was freaking out, he said, “Ok, hey, um. You know I was kidding the other day about the spying?” Eddie then said, “Were you? Cause ever since that call when I go online, there’s an ad for coffee makers. Read the news, coffee makers. Check the weather, coffee maker.”  Buck said, “It’s called targeted advertising” and that only enraged Eddie further because he started talking about “Hildy” and how she and Buck were the only people he mentioned it in front of and now he was being bombarded with coffee maker advertisements.  Christopher asked Buck if they could go to his loft to finish playing video games and Buck looked at Eddie for permission.  Eddie looked at him with his dad face as if to say, ‘You know better and you’re supposed to be on my side because we’re both co-parenting him’’.  Buck relented and told Christopher they would have to play some old school board games for fun.

Eddie’s aversion to smart technology aided Buck and Christopher in a way that allowed them to prank him.  A box was delivered to Eddie’s house a few days later and when he opened it, he saw a “Hildy” branded coffee maker inside and he started freaking out. Christopher called Buck and said, “We got him.” and that’s when Eddie realized he’d been pranked.  He walked over to Christopher, took the phone from his hand and told Buck, “Thanks Buck, real funny” and then hung up. Buck was smiling and said, “You’re welcome.”  Buck and Christopher had completed a very successful prank on Eddie.

Buck, Eddie and Hen went to Austin, TX to help the 126 fight wildfires and when they were preparing to drive back to L.A., Judd told Eddie about a restaurant they could stop at to eat. Eddie responded and said, “Thanks but I think we’re going to go to my parents’ in El Paso to eat”.  When they returned to L.A., Maddie told Buck their parents were coming for a visit in 4x4 “9-1-1 What’s Your Grievance” and while they were there, Buck experienced some traumatic events that stemmed from his childhood.  Eddie was there to help him through it and in 4x5 “Buck Begins” Buck almost gave up while they were fighting a fire at a warehouse.  Eddie was the first one in to help Buck rescue Sale’ (sp?) with the rest of the 118 right behind him.  Eddie bumped into Ana Flores in 4x6 “Jinx” while the 118 was on a call and he considered asking her out but he was hesitant to do so.  He told Buck about her and all Buck said was, “Christopher’s pretty English teacher. You haven’t mentioned her in a long time”.  Eddie hadn’t mentioned her to Buck since 3x12 “Fools” after Christopher fell off a skateboard while he was in her care at The Durand School.��  When they were at the firehouse, Buck mentioned her in front of the team and Bobby noticed Eddie’s hesitation to dating her, so he had a separate conversation with him.  He told Eddie it was time for him to move on from Shannon and even though Eddie clearly did not want to do it, he did it anyway.

Buck baby sat Christopher at Eddie’s house while Eddie went on a date in 4x8 “Breaking Point”. When he returned to his house, Buck was waiting for him.  He negotiated with Christopher to get him to go to bed while they waited for Eddie to return and Eddie told Buck he was “a miracle worker”.  Buck asked Eddie how his date went and he said, “It was great. We did math”.  Christopher started questioning Eddie about who he had gone out with and Eddie tried to avoid giving him a straight answer.  Since Eddie started dating again, Buck told Taylor he wanted to be in a “meaningful relationship” and she friend zoned him.

While preparing dinner one night, Eddie decided to talk to Christopher about who he had been dating and Christopher was not happy about any of it.  He pushed the salad bowl onto the floor, it broke and Christopher left the room. Eddie looked perplexed like he didn’t know what to do.

While Eddie was on a Facetime call with Ana, Christopher stole his phone and ordered an Uber to Buck’s loft without Eddie realizing it.  When he got off his call, he started looking for Christopher so that they could talk but he wasn’t able to find him.  He started panicking but Buck called and told him Christopher was there with him and Eddie said he would be there to pick him up.

Buck had a conversation with Christopher about Eddie dating and Christopher told him he didn’t like it because everyone leaves.  Due to the pandemic, everyone was at home and Christopher participated in online learning for his classes.  He missed his grandmother, great aunt, Carla and everyone else who he’d previously saw on a regular basis and he told Buck all about it.  Buck reassured Christopher that he wasn’t going anywhere and Christopher gave him a big hug and said, “Thanks Buck for being a good friend”.

The 118 was called to a residence one night in 4x10 “Parenthood” where a couple’s son was injured after he tried to break into their home.  His parents argued about who should be the good cop vs. the bad cop and when Chimney said, “Can’t you just both be good cops?” Buck and Eddie responded in unison “NO!”.

Carla returned in 4x13 “Suspicion” and she noticed quickly that Eddie was just settling with Ana. She asked him how he felt about her and he said it was “easy being with her”.  Carla told him to “Make sure you’re following your heart and not Christopher’s, ok?”  After she said that, Eddie looked confused but Ana and Christopher entered the room which prevented him from being able to ask her what she meant.  Carla said, “It’s a good thing we have a firefighter in the house” while he lit the candles on the cakes and that’s when Eddie had an OH! moment.  He realized then that Ana was in Buck’s spot but he didn’t know how to fix it.

Eddie told Buck and Chimney about Charlie’s mother and how she was poisoning him.  Charlie called Eddie during their discussion and Buck left with Eddie, without putting on his uniform, to go rescue Charlie.  The 133 responded and after they were putting Charlie and his mother in two separate ambulances, Captain Mehta asked Eddie if he wanted to ride to the hospital with Charlie. Eddie said “Yeah” and at that moment, a sniper’s bullet tore through his right shoulder.  Buck was standing right in front of Eddie and he went into shock once Eddie’s blood splattered all over his face and clothes.  They stood there frozen in time for a few seconds and they had one of their silent conversations.

Eddie fell to the ground, locked eyes again with Buck and then he reached for him.  They were clearly engaged in another one of their silent conversations before Eddie closed his eyes and went unconscious.

Once Buck was able to get out of shock in 4x14 “Survivors”; he army crawled underneath the ladder truck, screamed at Eddie to get his hand out, pulled him to safety, lifted him up and placed his limb body inside of the firetruck.  He performed medical care on Eddie and talked to him to keep him awake.

Eddie asked Buck, “Are you hurt?” and Buck replied, “No, no, no Eddie. I’m good. You just hang on”. Right before Eddie went unconscious for the last time, he turned his head and looked right into Buck’s eyes while the 133’s paramedic placed an oxygen mask over his face so that they could have one last silent conversation just in case Eddie didn’t make it.

When they arrived at the hospital, Buck screamed for the medical team to come out so they could start treating Eddie.  After Buck watched them wheel Eddie into the ER, Captain Mehta asked Buck, “Are you ok Buckley?” and walked away without waiting for him to respond.  Buck finally said “NO!”

Buck started to leave the hospital and Taylor was outside of the glass doors.  He told her he needed to go talk to Christopher and she offered to give him a ride. Initially he said no but he agreed after she asked him if he was ok.  He went to Eddie’s house to tell Christopher what happened and he lost it after he received a text from Bobby about Eddie’s status. Christopher was there to comfort Buck and told him “It’s going to be ok, Buck”. Which was similar to what he told Buck in 3x1 “Kids Today” before the Tsunami hit when he said, “You’re going to be ok kid”.

Buck stayed at Eddie’s house caring for Christopher while Eddie was in the hospital. 

He made sure Christopher had breakfast and Carla worked with him to get Christopher to school.  Whenever Buck was at work, Carla took care of Christopher but whenever Buck was off work, he took care of him.

When Buck returned to his loft, Taylor showed up unannounced and kissed him after he climbed a crane during his shift.  She ran and he then received a call from Ana who wanted to let him know Eddie was awake. He rushed to the hospital so that he could see Eddie.

After Eddie used Buck’s phone to Facetime with Christopher, he asked Buck how Christopher was doing. Buck replied, “Better than me. I kind of lost it when I told him that you got shot. I’m sorry. I know I should have held it together”. Eddie replied, “You were there for him when I couldn’t be that’s what matters” and then Buck said, “Still. I think it would have been better for him if I was the one who got shot”.

Taylor returned to Buck’s loft unannounced again and told him she wanted him. They kissed and apparently decided to start something.  Buck went to the hospital to pick up Eddie and Eddie told him he wanted to talk to him.   He then told Buck that he changed his will and named him to be Christopher’s legal guardian if anything happened to Eddie.  Buck was shocked and couldn’t believe it.  He asked Eddie if his family would fight him for Christopher and Eddie said, “I don’t know. Maybe. Probably.”  Buck asked him, “You said you did this last year, why are you just telling me now?”  Eddie responded, “Because Evan. You came in here the other day and said it would have been better if you were the one who got shot. You act like your expendable but you’re wrong”.

Buck drove Eddie home to a surprise welcome home party.  Eddie entered and kissed Christopher on top of his head, while Buck stood in the doorway gazing fondly at them.  Eddie’s abuela, his aunt, Ana and Taylor were there too.

Summary

The Buckley-Diaz Family was an established family unit and it showed during their family game night and the prank Buck and Christopher played on Eddie. They were all comfortable and familiar with each other so there was no need for any of them to pretend.  Also they had become a solid family unit outside of their found family with the 118 and it was clear they had all chosen each other.  Buck chose Eddie and Christopher in 2x4 “Stuck” and even though Eddie chose Buck to be with him and Christopher at the same time Buck chose them; he finally admitted Buck was the family he chose in 3x11 “Seize the Day”.  But when Eddie listened to his idiot parents about getting Christopher a mother, after they stopped by their house to eat on the way back to L.A., he got confused.  Then Bobby started pushing him towards Ana too which made his decision even more difficult because he didn’t know what to do. Based on his conversation with Buck in 4x6, Buck was confused too because Eddie hadn’t said anything about dating anyone, especially Ana since her and Eddie had an argument about Christopher’s capabilities in 3x12.  Christopher didn’t want Eddie dating her and he ran away to Buck’s to prove it.  The truth is Eddie didn’t want to date Ana because his family was complete.  Buck was his chosen co-parent for Christopher and he had been for more than 2 years before he asked Ana out on a date.  One of Eddie’s problems is he listens to everyone else but he doesn’t take the things he wants into consideration.  It’s clear he’s known for a long time that he wants to be with Buck but he’s been so busy trying to create the perfect family image that he thinks everyone else wants to see, just like he did with Shannon, that he keeps neglecting the family he’s already built with Buck.  

Eddie shouldn’t have listened to Bobby when he told him to move on because he didn’t want to date her. He was so busy trying to please his parents that he lost sight of the things he wanted.  He’d already built a family with Buck so there was no need for him to start dating someone else.  The fact is Eddie never wanted to date Ana and she made him very uncomfortable (read blog post “Buck & Eddie: Eddie flinches when women touch him but he doesn’t with Buck” for more information about Eddie being uncomfortable around women). His actions hurt Buck and it was evident because not long after Eddie started dating Ana, Buck started pursuing Taylor.  It probably wouldn’t have mattered who it was Buck saw first, he just didn’t want to be alone.  Taylor kept friend zoning Buck so he started to allow her to belittle and embarrass him (read blog post: “Evan “Buck” Buckley: Taylor Kelly was the “Random Girl” in a bar” for more information on how Taylor treated Buck the same way his mother did).

Even though Eddie was with Ana, it was obvious he didn’t like Buck hanging out with Taylor.  Buck and Taylor were just friends at the time but Eddie acted petty towards her and she gave him attitude right back. They hate each other and Taylor has always known that Buck and Eddie were in love with each other (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Buck has always been in LOVE with Eddie; Taylor never had a chance” for more information on how Taylor knew Buck and Eddie were in love with each other).  Eddie wasn’t happy but he kept trying to date Ana despite the things he wanted.  When Carla returned, she instantly noticed that Eddie wasn’t happy with her, so she told him to “follow his heart” but since he didn’t immediately act on it and break up with her, he missed his chance to tell Buck how he really felt about him.  Then Eddie got shot and Buck watched his world crumble right in front of his eyes.  He was in shock and it took him several seconds to come out of that state so that he could help Eddie.  He saved Eddie’s life and with the 133’s help, they got him to the hospital.  Buck was still catatonically shocked when he exited the hospital; therefore it was very trifling of Taylor to take advantage of him while he was in that state.  She told him she could give him a ride but he said no, then he relented and allowed her to take him.  Buck explained everything to Christopher and stayed with him the entire time Eddie was in the hospital.  Ana showed up at the hospital and stayed with Eddie but if he had broken up with her when Carla told him to follow his heart, he would have been able to tell Buck how much he loved him before he went unconscious.  Timing was off for everything after Eddie got shot because Taylor made her move on Buck before Eddie was discharged and that caused both of them to be in relationships, they didn’t want to be in.  Eddie gave Buck his heart when he told him about his will but Buck missed it.  He didn’t understand what Eddie was trying to tell him and Eddie knows Buck needs actual words not symbolism to be able to comprehend things.  When Buck asked Eddie if his family would fight him to get custody of Christopher and Eddie responded, “I don’t know. Maybe. Probably” that was a lie.  Eddie has always known that his parents would come for Christopher if anything happened to him; therefore it’s obvious that Eddie never intended for the legal guardianship to be in place for a long time. It was a temporary solution to a problem that could have immediate consequences so he wanted to have something in place for just in case purposes.  In 3x10 “Christmas Spirit” Eddie’s facial expression, while he was looking at Buck, told his story.  Eddie is a planner and he doesn’t just do things without preparing.  This was after The Kitchen Scene so Eddie was ready to be with Buck for the long haul which meant the legal guardianship was only meant to be in place long enough for them to get married.  (Read blog posts: “Buck & Eddie: The Will & Legal Guardianship” for more information about Eddie’s will and “Buck & Eddie: Buck & Eddie’s Kitchen Scene vs. Their Kitchen Scenes with Ana and Taylor” for more information about the night Eddie was finally ready to admit he was in love with Buck.)  It’s unclear and unrealistic how Eddie thought he could stay in love with Buck but keep dating Ana because he had already legally bound Buck to his family way before he even told Buck about his will. He made the change to it right after The Well incident and that was in 3x15 “Eddie Begins”.  He even saw her around the time he changed it because he went to Christopher’s school for Career Day after he got out of The Well.  What was he going to tell Ana, ‘Hey, this is my boyfriend and he’ll be Christopher’s legal guardian if something happens to me but you can stick around to be my arm candy? Oh and I’m planning to marry him too.’  WTH? Eddie clearly didn’t think the process through so that it would make sense for everyone involved.

The Buckley Diaz Family started to experience cracks in its foundation once Eddie started dating Ana.  Buck wasn’t thinking about dating before Eddie did which means, Eddie was the one who caused the initial fractures but Buck added to them when he started dating Taylor. Since she approached him right after Eddie got shot, it was apparent that she knew she couldn’t be with Buck if Eddie was around.  So she had to wait until he was in a coma.  Christopher was caught in the middle but since he’s just like Eddie, no one would know how unhappy he was until he had a meltdown at Christmas in season 5.  They ended the season with The Buckley-Diaz Family still intact but a lot of things were broken.  Eddie and Buck’s relationship was strained due to The Shooting and the fact that they were both dating other people.  Christopher was scared and Buck could not function properly while Eddie was away because he kept taking risks and became even more reckless.  Will they be able to resolve their issues in season 5?  The next part of this series will continue with The Buckley-Diaz Family moments from Season 5.

To be continued…  

Part 4 will be posted soon.

[damimsimpin]

(OKI this is the old request if I remember)

Hoodie meeting a new (MALE)proxy and kinda being like “ur chill” and they get along really well,and then they find out they have a past together(college like) and they r like “ cool” and then they kiss

HOODIE X MALE PROXY

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I sat in a tree waiting for someone to pass,the rain poured down over the tree, I could hear footsteps and I can tell that are getting closer

The footsteps stoped right under the tree,a girl in her 20 ,skinny, she has no shot at winning a fight between us

I was about to jump out but a gunshot beat me too it,she girls body fell limply at the side and the blood ran,I just know hoodie knew that one was mine

“ HEY I HAD THAT ONE” I scream out angerly only to be met with a small laugh,you could hear from the sound that it was hoodie’s voice changer talking

“Sorry not s-sorry” a hoodie said his voice changer cracking and sounding buzzed as the rain must have gotten in to his mask

“Your changers broken idiot”I roll my eyes and say as I pick myself of the ground

“Mhm”

He just pulls out a camera and he films the corpse making sure to get every single detail right

I roll my eyes and I start walking towards the house,he closes the camera lens and walks next to me

“How’s the new life?”

(Your thoughts out him rq)

You’ve know about hoodie but you never cared to talk with him-he was quiet but arrogant as fuck so why would you?

You and hoodie worked great on missions but not other than that

But sometimes he made you wonder what was behind that mask- Toby was sadistic and annoying,Tim thought he was better than everyone but hoodie?

The most you ever saw of him was when he ate when he put his mask just above his over lip-he never spoke without the voice changer and he always just watched everything in the house go down,he was always there but never THERE

(Normal pov)

“Why are you asking ?

“Takes awhile to get used to this life”

“Mhm well it’s going great”

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it…but”

I look at the masked man and before I can ask he breaks the silence

“Wanna go for a drive?”

The red frown on his ski mask didn’t conceal the smirk building on his face as I walked out of the house with clean pants and a better shirt

“Which car we taking?”

I brush off some dirt of the shirt as I look at him to see he has a helmet on -a motorcycle helmet- he places a helmet on my head and I stand there kinda dumbfounded

“We’re not taking a car”

He opens the garage and walks out with a black and silver motorcycle,he’s not kidding with this

“Is it safe?” I say kinda worried

“Your living with killers” he replied with a hind of sarcasm

“Yeahhh” I chuckle

He reaves the engine twice and you can hear it throughout the woods and I smile and I jump on the bike

(Kinda timeskip bc idk)

When hoodie drives he drives fast,he’s nothing like his calm demeanour-he almost crashed twice-

“HEY HOODIE”

“What?”

“Where r we going “

“ let’s get go home its late”

Hoodie turned the bike around like it was a feather and drove us home

—at the cabin an hour later—

After we all ate ,masky got a mission and Toby went to his room,I walk up the stairs and Toby calls my name I turn around and see-

Toby with a book?

“I-it has y-your name o-*PIP*n it” he threw it to me and it landed on the floor

“Someone wrote a fanfic of me or smt?”i laugh to myself as Toby leaves

The book is old and covered in leather

I open the book to find it full of old pictures of my old college friends

“GUYS COME UP HERE!”

I heared hoodies heavy footsteps coming from the stairs as Toby screamed

“N-Not *fucking* n-now!”

Hoodie stood in the frame of the door and I gave him the book ,he took it and looked at me confused

“I already have books” he said unamused

“It’s not a Book -book it’s pictures of my friends!”

He flipped thru the pages as his finger lingered over a picture of one of my friend and me sitting on a bench

“That’s Brian and me! We were the closest but we went our separate ways when i moved”

Hoodie walked over to my bed and sat down as he put the book down and started taking the mask off

“Hoodie wha-Brian?”

He looked up at me with those eyes that I remember from years ago, his hair messy from the mask and the tooth gap that made me recognise him first

“That’s a pleasant surprise”I say shocked

I sit down next to him and he puts his hand on my face I flush a deep red his face creeps in as I feel his breath on my face

“I-I-“

He interrupts me by press his lips to mine it’s like a dance a slow sensual kiss,I tangle my fingers in his hair as I look in to his eyes

He pulls away and puts his head in the crook of my neck and then he whispers

“I missed you”

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OKI YALL AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR LOSING THE ACUAL REQUEST 🙏🏼

This is my first oneshot so Ik it sucks I had a problem knowing if I should write

“I”

“You”

“They”

As in who was telling the story!

Please give me feed back for any parts

Luv yall

[1kook]

commercial break: twelve

this is part of my netflix & chill series a prelude to part 10 <3

SUMMARY Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee.  WARNING none !! we r safe MISC jk and doyeon mortal enemies, nearly everyone is mentioned, thank u namjoon, jk loves oc, the end <3 jimin makes his first appearance O_O WC 1.4k

NOTES we just having fun with it!!! jk’s friendship with everyone else <3

Doyeon says you have fat fingers, and Jungkook takes great offense at that. “Who cares about the size— __ has pretty hands, idiot,” he mutters, and almost wants to feel bad about being so childish in the middle of this jewelry store. But Kim Doyeon is a pest— a fly who just won’t stop buzzing by his ear with each ring they look at, and she has the audacity to look disgusted with him now. Jungkook very much regrets inviting her along. She exudes very similar energy to the popular girls he used to go to high school, the ones that would only talk to him because he was friends with Namjoon and wanted Jungkook to help them into his pants. Lo and behold, Kim Doyeon is very acquainted with whatever’s inside Namjoon’s pants. She hits the mark perfectly. 

“Oh, definitely get her a rock. Like, one of those obnoxiously bing and shiny rings, maybe?” And she never stops talking. 

Jungkook hasn’t had to spend this much time with her in months, the last time being Namjoon’s birthday when you had tasked the two of them to go pick up the cake together. Not only was Doyeon adamant on passenger-seat driving — “Turn here,” she says a moment too late, “no wait, here — but she had been an absolute heathen outside in the bakery parking lot. 

(“Okay, now take a picture of me by this wall,” she says, artfully holding up the box of cake in two hands, dark hair flipped over her shoulder. Jungkook doesn’t know how to tell her that there is no significant difference between this brick wall and the brick wall they just took a picture by two minutes before.)

Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee. It would be him and Namjoon, and maybe Namjoon’s blunt roommate Jimin if he was feeling down for it, but that was pretty much it. Even Taehyung, a very close and dearly cherished friend, had not made the cut. He was too lazy, didn’t offer much concrete advice other than the occasional, “that one looks cool” comment. 

The great thing about Namjoon is that he’s highly educated on just about every aspect of life; he knows the best hairstylists — “You can always ask Hobi,” Namjoon offers, “he’s married.” — and the best lawyers — “Oh, and Yoongi can help with your prenup.” — for no reason other than the fact he is Namjoon. 

The bad thing about Namjoon is that he’s dead set on including Doyeon. “Doyeon is ___’s best friend,” he says calmly one night after dinner. You’re at your friend’s house this weekend, something about a midnight revenge plot against a shitty ex-boyfriend. He isn’t too clear on the details. “You have to let her in on it.” It’s been decades since Jungkook last stomped his foot in annoyance, but the urge wells up strongly in him now. 

Jimin is on the couch. “Oooh, you don’t like her?” he asks, flipping his platinum hair away from his eyes. Jungkook doesn’t answer, only because it would be rude to confirm it in front of Namjoon. Jimin presses on. “Is she, like, an evil best friend?”

“Yes,” Jungkook says at the same time Namjoon says, “no.” Jimin’s got this highly intrigued smirk on his face, and Jungkook hates how similar it is to your own mischievous grins. He’s glad you haven’t met Jimin, mostly because he knows you have your mean moments and meeting Park Jimin would only exacerbate them. Namjoon frowns anyway. 

Jimin says, “oh, you guys should duel. Like, whoever knows __ the best gets to keep her.” 

Namjoon jumps to stop that thought. “No— they’re not gonna duel, Jimin. ___ isn’t an object to win,” he scolds, and Jungkook nods along agreeingly, pretends he hadn’t seriously considered Jimin’s idea for a solid ten seconds. 

Long story short, Doyeon has tagged along to this jeweler and the past two jewelers to make sure Jungkook doesn’t give you “an ugly ring,” as she claims. 

“Wait, what if you get her this one,” she says, on the other side of the store. Jungkook sighs, but hurries over anyway. Hey, he’s here to see some rings, okay? 

Doyeon is looking at the most ugly ring Jungkook has ever seen, a mix of a braid and a snake, that is just too… not you. “This is hideous,” he says, disregarding all and any notions of being polite because at this point, she had to be pulling his leg. “___ would hate this.” 

At his side, Doyeon huffs. “Oh, ‘cause you know ___ sooo well, don’t you?” she snarks. 

Jungkook levels her with a glare. “I do, actually,” he says, “that’s literally what made me want to marry her.” And because Kim Doyeon sparks a very immature flame within him, he feels the need to add, “I probably know ___ better than you,” to top it off. 

Doyeon scoffs. “No, you don’t— you will never know her like I do, you overgrown fungus,” she spits. “Me and ___ have exceeded any level of trust you could ever hope to have, a friendship forged on the grounds of love and equal values. A nerd like you can’t even begin to fathom the absolutely crazy shit we’ve shared with each other.” 

If he was eight years younger, Jungkook is certain he would have gone home and cried. Mid-twenties Jungkook, on the other hand, has had one too many rodeos with mean girls — he’s dating a retired high school cheerleader, for goodness sake, an apex predator if he’s ever seen one — and will not stand for it. Besides, Jungkook has received your blessing to check Doyeon into place if ever she crosses the line. 

(“Sometimes you just gotta knock her down, maybe call her a dumbass if necessary,” you had said one night after Doyeon had unceremoniously barged into your apartment to monopolize your evening plans with Jungkook. Now it’s nearing midnight and as much as Jungkook wants to spend time with you, he’s deathly tired. “Just tell her off.” 

Jungkook frowns, snuggles closer until he’s so tightly pressed against your body that he can’t tell whose heartbeat is whose. He likes it like that.

There’s just something about your annoying best friend that activates this feeling in Jungkook’s chest. If anything, Jungkook imagines it is similar to that of having a bratty little sister. But Doyeon as his sister? He rolls his eyes so far back he swears he sees his own brain. 

It’s childish and petty and unlike Jungkook — or at least, unlike the Jungkook he knows you think he is. Which is flattering, to be thought of so highly, but sometimes Jungkook wonders where on earth you got that idea from. Because whenever he’s around you, Jungkook becomes increasingly immature, grows so greedy and needy, desperate for anything you have to give him. 

And because he’s so immature, he settles on tattling to you instead, “she called me a sweaty meat bag,” to which you snort in amusement.) 

For now, he calls on the spirit of the most mature person he knows (Namjoon). Jungkook takes one last look at his millionth silver band of the day before turning to address the Wicked Witch of the West. “I might not know ___ like you do, but that’s fine,” he says calmly. “We’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together anyway.” 

In front of him, Doyeon’s eye twitches and Jungkook senses he has won. For now. See, the thing is, Jungkook knows that using Namjoon-level logic against her is foolproof. For one, Namjoon’s logic is always solid. But also, as much as Jungkook despises Kim Doyeon with nearly every fiber in his being… ultimately, they share a common interest: cherishing you. 

Had it not been for your existence in their lives, Jungkook doubts he would have ever spent his Saturday morning at a jeweler with the likes of Kim Doyeon, especially not after she had spent ten minutes in the Starbucks drive-thru ordering the most bizarrely complicated drink. But deep in his heart Jungkook knows that she loves you, though not as much as him, and he respects the fact she is willing to accompany him in the name of buying you a beautiful engagement ring. It’s a friendship solidarity he admires, and for that he stomps down his childish pride to answer in a way that would impress, well, you. 

(Even when you’re not here, Jungkook always wants to impress you.)

At his side, Doyeon huffs. “I should’ve never taken ___ to that party.”

Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr

[jayz4dayz]

Kakegurui character headcanons that are canon in my eyes (Part 3)

Midari: 

You already know this bitch has done hard drugs. She’s probably a dealer at Hyakkaou too ngl

Actually very intelligent and could get all A’s if she cared enough to

Canonly lesbian

She/they vibes 

Hardcore energy drink consumer. Monster and Redbull cans are all over the floor of her dorm room

If you simp for her… ya got mommy and daddy issues, luv-

Is physically touchy toward everyone, but lowkey recoils when someone she doesn’t know or trust touches her

Actively tries to annoy the shit out of both Sayaka and Yuriko as her way of showing her affection 

Night person

I can see her actively practicing witchcraft 

Favorite holiday is Halloween 

Probably has a glass eye somewhere but doesn’t bother putting it in because the eyepatch is a ✨look✨

Was the kid in school who ate glue or play dough 

Is best friends with Sayaka. Do not fight me on this

Needs to go to therapy. Honestly, who doesn’t in that school

Weapon of choice is her revolver, of course <3

Will often lay in Yuriko’s lap because Yuriko actually lets her. It’s one of her favorite things to do when she needs to unwind

Slytherin. 100% a Slytherin. 

Has at least one tattoo somewhere and nipple piercings too if we’re being honest

Can’t stand hot weather and prefers the cold 

Avid fan and listener of the band Mother Mother

Canonly almost shot a person on accident or on purpose with her revolver

Will flirt with Kirari just to piss off Sayaka 

Will flirt with Yuriko just to see her get flustered 

(Y’all can come after me all you want for this one) Has a crush on Yuriko

ESTP-A personality type

Has a pet tarantula

Most likely had a pen explode in her mouth while she was chewing on it in class at some point

Everyone asks “where is Midari?” but no one asks “how is Midari?” 

Favorite color is black or purple 

For SURE owns at least one choker 

Yuriko: 

Refuses to take hard drugs but has accidentally gotten high off her ass from an edible. Midari’s edible, mind you

Is the mom friend of the group 

Owns a minivan and drives Midari and Runa places

Has a dent on the side of the same minivan because Midari hit the side of it with a shopping cart that Runa was in

Nurse vibes tbh

Keeps her eyes closed because she’s lowkey blind and can’t see much anyway 

Ravenclaw all the way

Was a horse girl in elementary school 

Has either really beautiful emerald green eyes or average Hudson-river colored brown eyes. Will we ever know?

Is secretly a cat girl. Why else do you think I used that image in particular for her

Easily flustered 

Has a crush on Midari but is still confused about her sexuality 

She sure as hell ain’t straight tho. Not in that school...

An only child

Is struggling, but wears a smile regardless 

Stepped on a butterfly once and sobbed

Ya know... say what you want, but I get vegetarian/vegan vibes from her 

Avid hot tea drinker 

Has pollen allergies

Morning person 

Prefers warmer weather and hates the rain

Has spa days with Yumemi once and a while

Can’t lift anything heavier than twenty pounds probably 

Would be on the Volley ball team if she wasn’t head of the Culture Club 

Several girls in her club have a huge crush on her and compete against Midari to gain her affection and attention 

Has straight A’s 

Idk why, but I can’t see her knowing how to swim

Gets cold easily 

Wears kimonos even when she’s at home 

Enjoys reading classical literature

Also enjoys listening to classical music

Would never admit this, but she listens to K-pop 

Has a hidden talent for drawing 

ISFJ-T personality type 

Weapon of choice is a bo-staff (which is really just a broom stick)  or Midari

Can speak Japanese, Korean, and Mandarin 

Runa: 

Has absolutely done crack and likely a handful of other drugs 

Has a sugar addiction, but we already knew that one

G R E M L I N     E N E R G Y

Most likely has ADHD or ADD or both even 

I saw somewhere that said she’s 18?? Like, what?? She looks like she’s 12 tf... 

Asexual/Aromatic icon 

Hufflepuff vibes, but I can also kinda see her as a Slytherin

Jokingly homophobic towards Kirasaya and Yuridari 

Will drink nothing aside from soda or energy drinks 

Not a furry, contrary to popular belief. Just enjoys her onesies. Let her live her life jeez

Canonly a baddie 

Short, but will not hesitate in destroying your kneecaps 

Actually really close to the Momobami and Ikishima family

Plays video games with Midari almost every day after school since Aoi left 

Ironically uses “UwU” and “Ara, ara” but does not ironically call people a simp. Can you blame her? She’s surrounded by wlw

Will beat you in Mario Cart. Yes she will. I don’t care how good you think you are

Has managed to not break a single bone in her body despite her size 

Is good at every subject except for geography

Can’t drive, but owns a scooter which she’ll use to get to school if Yuriko is unable to drive her

Owns a pair of Heely’s with wheels  

Unironically wears socks with sandals 

Also wears crocs 

Listens to rap 

Is fast af. “Zoom, zoom, bitches!” 

Secretly a badass gambler

Gets approximately 2-5 hours of sleep each night because she stays up playing video games

Naps during her classes 

Listens and ignores whenever Kirari is pining over Sayaka and talking to her about it

ENFP-A personality type

I can see her owning a hedgehog for some reason, but also a rabbit 

Would probably get away with murder if we’re being honest 

Is not a natural blonde 

Two faced. Like seriously, don’t get on this bitch’s bad side. She’ll destroy you

[ramp-it-up]

Cuddle Buddies

Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut!  All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.

A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :

Okay so I don't know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they're dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn't realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)

Here it goes! I hope you like it!

———-

A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.

You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.

You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together. 

You all talked, smoked, and created together. You and Rafa especially were always all over each other, keeping each other warm under blankets on the couch, watching movies while you ran your fingers through his hair, in one or another’s bed watching videos, or writing in tandem. 

It was all good, cause Rafa was being a man-whore at the moment with several ladies, and you were just chilling. It was dope. 

Almost.

It would have been all the way dope, except...

Except for the fact that you were in love with Rafa.

You loved sharing the same space with him, because you could smell him when he just got out of the shower, play in his silky hair, and feel his strong arms around you. And when he wore grey sweats…. Damn.  You and your little bullet celebrated every time that happened.

Everyone could tell, except for Rafael.  People ragged on you two so hard, that you vehemently denied it every time, to the point of getting heated.

One night, you side eyed the teaser through a cloud of smoke after catching Rafa’s grimace when they said you two should get together.  Your mood sank at what you perceived was rejection.

“I would NEVER get with Rafa, that’s the homie.  He’s like a brother to me. Ugh. Getting with my brother? No way. We’re just Cuddle Buddies.”

Rafa blinked and then took a toke.

“Exactly, we the homies. Platonic Ride or Dies.  It’ll never happen.”  He passed what he was holding and then stood up. “Cuddle Buddies till the end.”  He sounded disgusted.

“I’m going to go get some food. I’m hungry. What does everyone want?”  After everyone yelled out their orders, you offered to come with.

“Nah, sis.  I’m good.  Gonna clear my head. I’ll be back soon.  Rafa peaced out and you sat back down with the crew.

-------

Ever since that night, Rafa seemed a little distant.  He was always busy, and never had time to sit and kick it with you the last couple of weeks.  You all never seemed to link.

One night, he was home when you came in with groceries.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know that you’d be here!” You put the groceries down on the counter while Rafa was at the stove, cooking up some pasta with marina.

“Mmmmmm. Smells good!” You went and stood very close to him, expecting him to give you a side hug, at least.

He just turned and glanced at you, a smirk lifting one side of his face.

“Will you never learn to keep an umbrella in the car? You always come in soaking wet from the rain.”

Here he was, shaking his head that you didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain.  How could this talented genius ever want to be with you?

You just played it off, as usual. “I’m starving. I didn’t think I would make it through cooking, but you’re always clutch, Rafa!” 

Rafa stood there and gaped at you.

“Uhhhhh… I thought you said you were driving down to the Vista to see your mom… I have someone coming over for dinner....”

“No.  She’s decided to go on a cruise to Cabo with her bestie… she just called and told me as she was boarding the ship this afternoon.  The hussy. Tryna be fast with her little friends.”  You laughed.

“So, who’s coming over?  UTK? Wayne? Jimmy?”

You jumped up on the counter and watched as Rafa put some french bread with butter and garlic in the oven.  Smelled like heaven.  Those guys would definitely invite you to stay.

Rafa wiped his hands on the towel that was hanging on the stove. And turned around to face you.

“Her name is Aurora.”

It was like he’d punched you in the gut. He’d NEVER brought one of his heauxes around. You fought the urge to double over, even though you felt nauseous.  When you looked at him, he looked concerned.

“Hey, you okay?”

You jumped down from the counter and quickly nodded your head, laughing weakly.  

“I...uh.. Yeah.  Like I said, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, expecting to be at dinner with my moms by now.”

You grabbed your groceries, putting them up quickly and grabbed an apple, taking it to your room.

“I’m going to get out of your way in a minute, I’ll go over to Carla’s and hang with her tonight. We’ll probably go out and do what we do, you know?”

Rafa still looked worried.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You need more than an apple. Look, stay…”

“NO!”  Your voice was raised and it startled you.  “I mean, I’m not one to be a cock blocker.  I’ll just get my stuff and get ready to go.”

Rafa just watched as you scurried into your room. Why did you feel like crying?  Why did you feel as if you would never breathe properly again?  You got out your phone and called Carla.

20 minutes later, you exited your room dressed for the club with your overnight bag.  There was a strange smell in the room, and it wasn’t pasta.  It was patchouli.  You HATED patchouli.

You didn’t realize you were giving the gas face until Rafa came out of the kitchen followed by a short, but cute woman, with a body like, whoa. 

Of course.

Rafa glared at you and you fixed your face.  That bestie telepathy was on point. Then he looked up and down, as if he were judging your freakum dress.  Well, fuck him.

“Oh, hey!  Y/N, this is Aurora.  Aurora, Y/N.”

Aurora ignored your outstretched hand and went in for a hug. 

“Y/N!  I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you intimately, just like Rafael.”  

You tried to keep your face straight in reaction to her scent, then gave her a sideye. 

Was it the inept way she rolled the ‘R’ in Rafael, or the thinly veiled shot at your relationship? Either way, you felt like slapping the shit out of her. You looked at Rafa, but then just cleared your throat.

“And I’ve heard so much about you as well.  You’re all Rafa talks about.” He shook his head behind her.  “Nice to meet you, but I’m headed out for the night.”

It was then that Aurora saw your bag and brightened up.  

“Oh!  You do look nice. Are you leaving, you sure you don’t want to stay?”  

You could smell insincerity a mile away. Even patchouli couldn’t cover that up. You just smiled at her.  

“No ma’am.  I’ve got places to see and people to do.”  You winked at them as you walked out of the door, holding up your umbrella.  “Stay dry y’all.”

You made it out the door without crying of jack slapping that little bitch or Rafa.  You were winning.  

But why did it feel like you’d lost everything?

-----

You and Rafa successfully avoided one another for days.  He was either over Aurora’s or you were with Carla, your mom, or just stayed in your room.

One time you passed Rafa and Aurora on the couch watching a movie on your way to the kitchen to get something to eat.  Rafa’s head was in her lap.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Rafa’s slightly raised voice say: “Don't’ mess with the swoop, Babe.”

‘Babe.’ He called her Babe. That’s it. It was time for you to go. 

You were cramping Rafa’s style.  You just tiptoed back in your room, making little to no noise so that they could watch the movie in peace. You didn’t see Rafa looking at your door after you went in.

----

A week later, you let Rafa know your move out date.

“Wait. What?”

Rafa’s mouth was open. You repeated yourself.

“Well, I’m going to move in with Carla. She’s going to let me ride her couch until this other place comes open in three weeks. It’s a sweet deal, near the studio….”

Rafa’s mind was racing, you could see the gears turning.

“Well… why don’t you just stay here until then, we got a good thing going.” He looked upset. What was up with him?

“Rafa… I’m just in the way.  You’ve got Aurora…”

“Hold up, wait.  We aren’t even that serious.  I mean, I just stopped seeing Bev and Chrissy. He looked at his watch. Last week.”

You laughed at Rafa’s fuckboi ways.  “Well, what about me? I might want to date someone and bring them over…”

Rafa’s face changed.

“Bring someone over here…”

But it didn’t sound like an invitation, it sounded like a threat.  

It was your turn to stare at Rafa.  “What the hell…?”

He straightened up.  “I mean, any of your guests are welcome here.”

You sighed and shook your head. 

“See what I mean? Things are getting tense, I want us to stay friends, not be tight with each other all the time.”

Rafa grinned.  “You said ‘tight.’”  He dodged a couch pillow thrown at his head.

“What are you, a 12 year old?”  You were rolling.  He really was one of your best friends.  But you needed space to get over yourself.  And him.

“Okay.  You grown.  But just know that you don’t have to go.  And know that I will miss the hell out of you.”  

Rafa came over to hug you, and he held you longer than normal, and then kissed the top of your head.  You looked up at him, still in his arms and it was like…

You cleared your throat.  “Well, I guess I better go start to pack.”

Rafa stepped back.  “Ok.”

Both of you hurried to your perspective rooms.

-----

One night, a couple of days later, Rafael came into your room without knocking.

“What did you say to Aurora?”

You were laying on your stomach on your phone, in just your t-shirt an panties.  You rolled over and looked at him. 

“What are you talking about?”

Rafa wasn’t yelling, but he was keyed up.

“What did you tell her the last time you talked?”

You put your head down to think, then brought it back up. 

“I just said that I was going to miss playing in your hair when we watched movies, that I knew it was your favorite thing.”

Rafa nodded, then shook his head.  

“Y/N, you’re the only one I let touch my hair.  Aurora has barely been allowed near it.”

“That’s…. New.”  You were perplexed.

“No it isn’t. Everyone knows I don’t like people messing with my hair.  Aurora accused me of having feelings for you.”

You were sitting up now, crossing your arms and standing before Rafa.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Rafa looked like he was about to explode. He threw his hands up in the air and walked out of your room.

“OF COURSE IT IS! RIDICULOUS!”  He was really agitated.

“Yeah, I know all too well that you think it's ridiculous for me to want to be with you.  I don’t know what makes you think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Good enough for ME?  You’re the one running around with all the model/actress types, you’re the one who thinks I’m beneath you.  You said so that one night when you said we were ‘Platonic Ride or Dies.’”

“Here we go! Total distortion! Did you hear what you said before I said that?  You said I was like your brother.  Your brother.  You think it’s that disgusting to be with me.”

“I just said that because you made a face when what’s her face said we should be together.”

“I made that face because I was imagining fucking your brains out.  It was probably my cum face.”

You stopped and stared at him, mouth hinged open.

“The fuck?”  You burst out laughing.  “You are mad outta pocket Rafa.” Rafa was rolling too.  “But you ain’t gotta lie.”

Rafa stopped laughing.  

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

He was moving closer to you. This felt… dangerous. He looked up and down your body, and it was the first time you felt uncomfortable being comfortable around Rafa.

“Because you told me that you wanted to just be Cuddle Buddies a month after you came back from Canada. You drew a line in the sand.”

Rafa shook his head at you and smiled, green-blue eyes twinkling. 

“I knew you were too zooted.  I shouldn’t have tried to shoot my shot.”

“Run that back for me?”  You couldn’t believe what he was saying right now.

“What I said was..I wanted to be Cuddie buddies. Cuddie is… you know…”  

He pointed to your crotch.

You looked down, and then up at him again. “I can’t with you Rafa….” 

Rafa tilted his head in that sexy way at you. 

“Can you really not?” 

You were stunned.  Rafa continued.

“But I’m serious. When you came back with ‘Cuddle Buddies,’ I thought you were blowing me off and just wanted to be friends. So, I just settled into the friend zone.”

“Do you mean you’re attracted to me? Rafa, that’s funny as hell. You want me for my body?”

Rafa raised his eyebrows at you. “Hell yeah. C’mon girl. You know you’re fine.” 

Your cheeks heated up. You stared at him for what must have been a solid minute.  The possibilities of this alternate reality where Rafa liked you like you liked him opened up.

“But, Rafa... I don’t wanna be just cuddie buddies.”

“Oh. Ok, Cool….” Rafa cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at you.

“I want your heart.” 

Rafa paused when he heard that and his face fell as he moved toward you.  He took your arms in his hands.

“Y/N I'm sorry, I can't give you my heart.”

It was your turn to pick up your face.

“’Cause you already have it.” 

His mischievous grin made your stomach flip.  But you were mad.

“Fuck you, Rafa.” You were laughing with happiness, despite him playing too much.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Rafa swooped down and threw you over his shoulder. “I’ve been waiting six months for that invitation.”  

You were trying to kick and scream. 

Raa swatted you on the ass, then smoothed his hand over the cheek that stung.

“The more you struggle, the more you’ll be begging me to stop in a few.”

You struggled some more, but he made it to your bedroom and deposited you on the bed.  He glared down at you, all sexy green-eyed god.

“Try me, Y/N.”

You reached for the drawstring on his sweats.

“If you insist, Rafael.”

-----

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

hi lovie how r u? I dunno if u r taking requests, but maybe... I was thinking something where Javier starts to get a little bit cold towards y/n cos he saw horrible things that the narcos, pablo sicarios, did to some woman's relative to some other guys, including to Connie's cat and he's scared as hell they do something to y/n but when he realizes she's so sad and down, peña stars to show little acts of love in secrecy, like a note, one flower, a ring, just I don't know some angst and fluffy sorry for this long ass ask. thank you for your good posts ♡

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, flashbacks, trauma, mentions of sex

A/N: My friend and I have been talking about Javi a lot lately so you sent this at the perfect time! Thanks!

[Javier Peña masterlist]

“Are you coming to see me today?” you asked Javier over the phone. He looked around the office then lowered his voice.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He regretted it almost immediately.

“I haven’t seen you in a week, Javi,” you reminded him. It was becoming plainly obvious that he was trying to avoid you or at least distance himself from you. What had you done wrong?

“I’ve been...busy,” he said. It wasn’t exactly a lie but just a few weeks ago, he had made time to see you almost every day.

“Right,” you sighed. You looked at the bags of groceries you bought to make dinner for you and him tonight. “Whatever.”

Javier sighed loudly. “I’ll call you later. I-” You hung up before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say. He slammed the phone down on the receiver and put his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he whispered.

He knew getting involved with you was a bad idea and not because you weren’t good or anything like that. If anything, you were too good. Fucking perfect. You were his safe haven, his softness, his saving grace. And that was the problem. You saved him but what if he couldn’t save you? He had seen what could happen to you. If anyone wanted to hurt him, you’re the first person they would go after and he couldn’t have that. He experienced firsthand with someone he loved and, God, he couldn’t live through that again. So he had to leave you.

Because he loved you.

You stared at him in awe as he stood in front of you and told you this. Then you scoffed and turned away. It was all you could do to stop yourself from slapping him in his stupid, beautiful face.

“To protect me?” you repeated bitterly. “Just say that you don’t wanna be with me and stop using work as an excuse.”

“I’m not here to argue with you,” he said calmly.

“No, you’re only here to break my heart,” you snapped. “Well...you can go.”

“Okay but-”

“No! Just go...please.” You couldn’t look at him mostly because you were so angry but also because you didn’t want him to see the tears in your eyes. “I’m sure there’s a woman out there who will happily welcome you back into her bed.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said and finally you whipped around to look at him.

“Fuck you, Javier.” You didn’t care if he saw the tears now. “If you’re being cold and indifferent to try and make this easier...fine. It worked. Get out. I never want to see you again.” You stormed away only to grab the pack of cigarettes he left on your table for when he came over. “Don’t forget these.” You threw the pack, hitting him directly in the face.

He scoffed and picked the cigarettes up then turned to the door. He stopped as if he was going to say something but then you heard the door close behind you and he was gone. Only when he was back in his car did he let his emotions show. His eyes filled with tears and he hit the steering wheel over and over again before putting his head against it. He tried lighting a cigarette but his hands shook so badly that it was impossible. Another burst of anger as he threw his lighter somewhere in his car.

He had to do it. Right? He had to. He couldn’t stand having another one of those dreams about finding Helena only for her to change into you when he got close enough.

There were plenty of nights where he would sit outside your place in his car just to make sure you got home okay. He was dreading the day he saw a man following you inside. He also wondered if you got any of the notes and gifts he left for you. This was the safest thing for now. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes when you found another note from Javier slipped under your door, another little gift for you on the table, and a bottle of your favorite wine. The first time it happened you could only laugh to yourself when you remembered that he still had a key to your place.

As always, you threw everything in the garbage.

Except for the notes. For some reason you couldn’t part with them. Maybe because they smelled like him--that faint smell of his soap mixed with the smell of his cigarettes. Maybe because when you read them you did so in his voice. That goddamn voice of his and how it could change so quickly. Sometimes it was sweet and welcoming with just enough rasp to give him that air of that bad boy type. Other times it was low and growly which was usually reserved for when he was inside you, talking dirty to you, calling you a bad girl but how you were so good for taking him so well.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip at the thought.

“Enough,” you said quietly, walking over to grab that unopened bottle of wine from the top of the trash.

Some nights you felt like you were being watched when you walked home from work but not in a threatening way. If Javier was watching you he kept himself hidden well because you could never find his car when you stopped to look for it.

You touched the necklace you wore as you turned the corner to your apartment and Javier watched. It made him sit up a bit when he noticed you were wearing it. He waited until he was sure you were settled down--he knew you had to ear dinner, shower, then watch a little television before you really got ready for bed.

Then he called.

“Hello.” You answered on the third ring like you always did. He didn’t know what to say. Hey, I’m sorry I was an idiot? Hey, I’ve been watching you come home every night like some creep? “Hello?” He could hear the slight annoyance in your tone.

“I-It’s me. It’s Javi,” he finally said.

“Oh...”

“Don’t hang up!” He added quickly.

“I want my key back,” you said.

“So you’ve been getting them?” he asked.

“Getting what?” You looked down at the necklace then touched it.

“The gifts I’ve been leaving you.” He looked up at your window and could see your silhouette through the curtains.

“I throw them all away,” you lied.

“I don’t blame you.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I miss you.”

You were quiet for a long time--afraid to speak because you knew what would happen if you did. “I miss you too,” you cried, sniffling quietly. Javier’s heart ached. He wanted nothing more than to run up those stairs and into your arms. But as soon as he closed his eyes he could only see you lying there, beaten and bloody, all because he couldn’t leave you alone.

“I’m gonna hold you again one day,” he said. “I promise. We’re both gonna get the fuck outta here...so far away. No one will be able to find us.” His throat tightened as his own tears threatened to spill over. “Look out the window...”

“What?”

“Just look out the window.” He looked up at your window just in time to see you carefully pull the curtains back slightly. “Hey hermosa.”

“Hey handsome,” you said tearfully.

“No llores,” he said although there was a tear rolling down his cheek now. “Please, don’t cry.”

“Promise me you’ll hold me again, you’ll kiss me again, you’ll make love to me again,” you cried.

“I promise. I swear to you.” He looked up and saw that you put your hand against the window so he put his against the car window. “I love you.”

“I love you too...you asshole.” You laughed through your tears and it made him smile.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, not wanting to let you go.

“Goodnight, Javi.” You hung up and walked away from the window. It would hurt too much to watch him drive away.

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[pettyrevenge-base]

I hAvE to come into class for a test? See how that plays out...

So years ago in my first year of high school, I had a crush on a guy (we'll call him H). H was nerdy, but cute in my adolescent eyes.

Fast forward a year or two and it's junior year. We're friends, but nothing romantic. We had physics together as our first class of the day.

I wake up in the morning, and I know I'm sick. I got the burning eyes, the cold sweats, everything. My mom gives me permission to stay home, and I gladly accept. My plan was just to come in late when I felt better.

A few minutes after our first class starts, I get a text from H. He says we have a test, and anyone who isn't there automatically gets an F. I panic and haul myself to school with a note excusing my late arrival.

There was no test. H was just trying to fuck with me. He even laughed at me!!!!

CUE THE REVENGE!!!

I came into class with a damn fever, so petty revenge was obviously in order.

My parents and I had done a white elephant gift exchange a year ago, so I had the most random thing in my possession-- a car paint marker.

I was out for blood, but didn't want H to know. I was calm around him although distant.

Fast forward a few days.

I had a parking spot in the school lot that is less monitored. It was generally used for senior students, and most of them were allowed to leave school early.

I took advantage of this, and used my "I need to run to my car" excuse and ran out there. He parked in the same lot, just closer to the road that the busses drove by.

I took that damn marker and wrote his own number all over his car.

I didn't cover the windshield or back glass, but almost every other part was covered. I knew that the busses would drive by with 40+ kids on each (we had upwards of 4000 kids at our school, probably 1/3 rode the bus. So a bunch of kids) and what else do you do on the bus if not stare out the window??

I wrote all sorts of 'call me', 'text me' sorta stuff. He needed to pay.

The next day, he confronted me, and I played dumb. WhAt ArE yOu TaLkInG aBoUt H??

I think he knows it was me, but I never confirmed it. Until now. He probably goes on Reddit, so maybe this is my confession.

If H sees this... Fuck you.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[beth-yeet365]

“Could I have your number?”

Requested by @m-a-r-z​ - thank you for the request <3

I was wondering if you could do a Bradley Simpson fluff like maybe I’m a friend of Tristan’s and we meet for the first time.

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff (there is a small smidgeon of angst in the start)

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: your best friend encourages you to go to a bar to meet his friends and who knows? maybe you might find a new one...

**CREDIT TO OWNER OF THIS GIF**

“Come on Y/NNN,” Tristan begs you.

“I just want to be at home, Tris,” you tell him, half lying.

Tristan, your best friend, has tried for the past 5 minutes to get you to meet his friends at a bar since you had only met them in passing and Tris wanted bring his best friends together so you could be one group of best friends. 

He had been asking for a while now and each time you turned him down coming up with different excuses each time like “I’m not in the mood to go out” or “I’m not feeling that well, raincheck?”.

Truth is, you were worried they mightn’t like you or you would feel excluded because you’re new to the group and they’ve been friends a long time now and therefore feel excluded. Like an outsider.

Also a guy you didn’t have a name for, ‘cause you only met them briefly, was so handsome with the most gorgeous curls.

“Y/N,” Tristan began, worried now. “What is it? You keep turning it down.”

You could see on his face he was worried. 

“Okay, well,” you began and cleared your throat before continuing. “I-I am just worried that they mightn’t like me or because you guys have been friends for a long time now that I will feel...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, they will love you,” Tristan assured you, grasping both your arms to make you at him. “They’re good guys and you won’t feel like you’re not there. I won’t let that happen, Okay?”

You sighed and looked anywhere but his face.

It had always been hard for you to meet new people but maybe now it’s a good time to meet new people - break out of your shell, you thought.

“Okay,” you began, seeing his face light up at your answer. “Just let me get ready quickly:” You told him, gesturing down to the joggers and oversized sweater you were wearing and you hair in a bun you had slept in. 

“Fair, I’ll be waiting here,” he said and sat down on your sofa.

You went your room and went straight to your dresser.

There you found some simple, dark blue jeans, a black, short sleeved t-shirt and an oversized zip-up sweater. Very casual.

You were already going out of your comfort zone so you definitely weren’t wearing something out of your comfort zone.

You looked in the mirror to determine what to do with your hair. 

You decided to take it out and throw it in a pony tail because of the kinks in your hair from the bun. 

You also put on some lip balm, mascara and tinted brow gel to make it like you at least tried.

You walked out of your room and saw Tristan look up form his phone.

“Ready?” he asked. You nod as confirmation.

You moved to the hallway of your flat to put on your shoes.

You locked the door and went down to Tris’ car.

You arrived at the bar and Tris stopped the car.

He looked at you again as if asking if you were still okay with it you smiled back.

You appreciated how much he cared for you.

You went into the bar and were instantly met with the loud voices of various groups of people sitting and talking with each other.

You felt Tris take your hand and leading you to a booth in the back where the three guys and a girl you hadn’t met before were sitting in and deep in conversation.

You guessed they chose the back to avoid recognition as much as possible.

You stopped at the table they were sitting at and the four before stopped their conversation.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Tris introduced. “You have met her before.”

“Yeah I remember you,” James started. “I’m James and this is Kirstie, my fiancée.” He introduced. 

His fiancée held out her hand to shake yours, which you gladly took. 

“I’m Brad.”

Shit.

That’s the handsome guy with the most gorgeous curls. 

So his name is Brad.

Oh Lord, he’s so attractive.

“And I’m Connor, but call me Con,” the guy with the pastel pink hair said.

Connor sat in towards the wall on his right with Brad to his left.

Brad moved in a bit to make some space for you to sit beside him and you gratefully took the invitation. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder since the booth was a bit on small side. Sitting this close

“I’m just getting a chair,” Tris said.

The conversations ran smoothly and they included you in the conversations. 

At first you didn’t give that much input in the conversations ‘cause you were still nervous but soon enough you loosened up a bit more and you made jokes with them. You felt at ease.

You do however notice that Kirstie looks at Brad with a raised eyebrow occasionally.

“It’s so good to have another girl today, Y/N,” Kirstie says. “Sometimes there’s just too much testosterone when you’re the only one.”

“Tell me about it,” you add. “Do you know how hard it is to keep up with him?” You ask, pointing at Tris. 

“Hey! We’re not that bad!” Connor exclaims.

“Well, you guys can’t feel ‘cause you share the hormone,” Kirstie answers.

“Us people with estrogen can definitely feel it at times,” you point between yourself and Kirstie. 

You laugh again but you stop when you feel a hand on your thigh.

You looked up to see Brad talking to James with his hand on your thigh.

Oh goodness, a really hot guy has his hand on your thigh.

This is not a drill people! His hand is on. Your. Thigh!

You could feel your face heat up. You weren’t used to this sort of attention from a guy.

You looked around for the bathroom and find the sign for the bathroom.

“I just need to go to the bathroom quick, I’ll be right back.” You say to the group.

“I also need to go,” Kirstie also says. “Scooch, James.”

James scooched and Kirstie made it out of the booth.

You go to the bathroom with Kirstie even though you only wanted to go in there to calm down and control your thoughts.

When you don’t go into a booth Kirstie looks at you with a questioning gaze.

“I thought you wanted to go to the bathroom?” She asks.

“Umm,” you think of what to say to her. “Not really.”

Really, Y/N? That’s the best you can think of?

“Is it Brad?” This throws you off.

“W-what are you talking about?” You stutter out.

“Sweetheart, I noticed it from when he introduced himself,” she tells you.

Your face heats up and you look anywhere but her face, fiddling with you fingers.

“Are you okay?” She asks when you don’t say anything.

“I’m just not used to this stuff,” you start. “Hell, it even took Tris a long time to convince me to come meet you guys ‘cause I’m not one to meet new people and then Brad is so pretty and handsome and puts his hand on my thigh and my heart keeps racing so much and I don’t frickin’ know why!”

You finish your rant with deep breaths.

“Well, he looks at you when you don’t notice,” Kirstie throws Brad under the bus.

“Really?” You ask to which she nods. 

Than you piece it together.

“That’s why you’ve throwing him those looks!”

Again, she nods.

“Why don’t you take a few seconds to calm down, clear your mind and go back out and remember that Brad also feels what you feel but I actually to go the bathroom so I’m gonna go now.”

You laugh and nod.

She went into a booth and you took a deep breath before going out the door.

“I need to get going now, “ Connor tells you and motions for you and Brad to move out the booth and you both comply.

“Yeah, Kirstie and I should probably head home as well,” James says.

“Yeah let’s all go home now, do you need a lift on the way home?” Tristan asks Brad.

“Yeah, thanks, mate,” he answers.

You all hug each other and all move to your separate cars.

“Shotgun!” Brad declares and you smile at it.

You move to the backseat while he claims the prized front seat of Tris’ car.

“I’m gonna leave Y/N off first and then you, Brad, ‘cause Y/N lives closest,” Tris tells both of you and you nod.

During the short drive that was the journey to you flat you heard some music.

You arrived at your flat and you got of your car.

“Bye guys, nice to meet you Brad,” you say and they both return the goodbye.

You’re almost at the door of the apartment complex you rent your flat when you hear a door open. 

“Hey Y/N!” Brad calls out to you and you turn around and see him jogging up to you.

“You almost forgot your phone,” He tells you.

“Oh! Thank you,” you thank him.

“You’re welcome.”

He turns around, walks a few steps before turning around to face you again.

“Could I have your number?” He asks you and you smile shyly and nod.

He unlocks his phone for you and you type in your number to his contacts.

“Thanks,” he says breathlessly.

“You’re welcome.”

You move to kiss his cheek and he blushes and you can’t keep that goofy smile off your face.

“Bye,” you both say simultaneously.

When he’s in the car again you unlock the door of the complex.

You do a little happy dance but nobody needs to know that.

[daegall]

Safe Haven

pairing: runaway! Donghyuck x runaway! reader

genre: ....fluf?? i dont really know for this one

warnings: umm i think not...

word count: 1.4k words

a/n: OH GOSH I FINALLY MADE A PART 4!! probably the last part so enjoy all 4 parts of the runaway! AU!!

networks: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv

You didn’t think you would last this long without getting caught, but you somehow managed to keep hidden and not be recognized by people.

Of course, there were people who suspected you were runaways, but you’d quickly change the subject and leave before they would realize anything. It was tiring.

You walk out of yet another motel, quickly jogging down the stairs before the owner could come out and question you two further about your identities. It was only a matter of time before these people would report you.

You’ve gone across the city, constantly looking for places to stay and work without any ID until you save up enough to get out. It wasn’t working so well with the fact that you had no ID.

Donghyuck nudges you with his hip playfully, smiling at your pouty face, “Come on, cheer up babe!”

A small smile grows fondly on your face at the nickname you still haven’t grown used to, you really are glad that he’s keeping his spirits up for you. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be breaking down every few hours. You bump his hip back with yours, “Where to next?”

Your next destination is further from the central city than you thought, almost near the edge where it meets with smaller houses and cafes. It’s quite the long journey, but you’re ready.

Walking would be the best choice for you two usually, but for a place this far, you’d rather take a taxi. It’s risky, but as long as you stay guarded you’re sure you can manage.

A yellow taxi pulls up in front of you with ease after just a few minutes of waiting and calling for one, the driver inside smiling politely at you. With a small and quiet greeting from Donghyuck, you two climb in the back seat and instantly settle down on the seats. You haven’t been in a car for so long.

“Where to?”

You doze off as Donghyuck mumbles the address of the new motel you plan to check out, leaning to show the driver the place on the maps. You don’t realize with how tired and comfortable you are, but he bites his lip in an attempt to hold back a knowing smile.

He has an idea of who you two are.

Donghyuck flops back into the leather seat, sighing at the sensation of finally resting on something comfortable without having to worry about anything. His head rests on the window, as it shakes and vibrates with every inch the car travels. The runaway closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the nostalgic feeling of being in a car.

Donghyuck’s eyes trail back to your peaceful form, smiling gently at the sight of you finally relaxing too. He knows how worried and stressed you’ve been lately, and it relieves him that you’re at least enjoying a little bit of the trip.

He lazily crashes his fingers with yours, folding them together warmly. You can only find the strength to smile at such action. It was only a matter of time until you completely fell asleep.

The driver looks through the mirror, glancing at your very content expressions. He makes a sudden left turn, onto a different road, a different route to a different motel.

He knows this motel you’re planning to go to, he too was once a runaway, and that motel was not good for runaways. The people who work there like to catch runaways just for the reward money.

He’s decided to help you two out.

The motel he drives you to is further out of the city, in the border is more like it. He knows someone there who will help, for the man himself helped him escape from his life.

He reminisces on the time when he had so much hope and compassion for his future, he remembers his motivation to run away. It’s not like he can achieve that dream now.

The driver smiles when he catches sight of the familiar lonely motel, pulling up into the entrance. He turns to see you two deep in sleep, faced away from each other but keeping your hands connected. He almost doesn’t want to wake you up.

The owner of the motel walks in front of the car, hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes onto his friend, the driver, “Ten!”

The man was too immersed in observing your raw states in his car to notice the other man standing in front of his car, jumping at the sudden voice calling out to him, “Jesus christ, Johnny!”

- ceot -

You gulp nervously and tighten your hand in Donghyuck’s as you eye the front desk of the motel, the big golden letters shining with elegance ‘Safe Haven’.

This wasn’t the motel you were supposed to be brought to. Gnawing harshly at your lip, you turn to Donghyuck, who still seems to be half asleep and very much confused. He turns to the driver, who is still yet to unload all of your stuff, “This is not the place we wanted to go to.”

Ten shrugs and places your duffle bag on top of Donghyuck’s, “Oh, I know.” Your grow confused and surprised at his words. “That motel isn’t that nice to runaways.”

“Oh, w-we’re not-“

“Oh please,” The man scoffs, “I’m sure a runaway can recognize another.”

You grow speechless at his words, freezing in your spot as you blink up at him. He’s a runaway?

The stranger offers a genuine smile, gesturing to the man at the other side of the room. “His father took me in when I was still a minor, and now with his father in another country, he’s doing the same thing. He’s saved so many people.”

You can’t help but feel so thankful for the stranger, heart swelling in gratitude at someone so helpful and generous.

The man notices you talking, and yells out a quick greeting and a wave, “Hi! I’m Johnny, owner of Safe Haven! You guys can stay here for as long as you’d like.”

Donghyuck turns to you abruptly upon hearing such great news, the smile itching on his face feeling just as contagious to you, and you feel the upcoming curling of the corner of your lips. “R-really? You don’t mind us staying here?”

The tall man quickly approaches and ventures to the back of the counter, quickly skimming for some free room keys and passing you the silver item with what seems like no care in the world. He leans on the counter and frowns.

“I’m sorry if the room’s not too good. Jaehyun is supposed to be on duty right now, and he knows which room is best for who. I’m guessing he’s with Yuta. You can come back and change rooms if you want!”

You gape at the key, and carelessness of Johnny as he stares at you with anticipation. “Wha- how much will it be?”

The man hisses, “It’s bound to be a lot if you want to pay,” you wince as well. “But, if you’re staying here for a long time, I suggest you work for Taeyong.” Johnny says as he plays with one of his rings. “My friend.” He adds when he realizes you have no idea who Taeyong is. “He owns a cafe just in the city. You can work there with the others until you wish to leave and pay everything you owe us.”

It’s perfect, this is your chance. You can successfully run away with Donghyuck and free yourselves from your hectic lives.

You start to laugh in happiness, blinking away the small beads of tears at the corner of your eyes. Donghyuck can’t seem to keep in his excitement as well, wiping quickly at his wet cheek, nodding frantically. “Y-yes! We’ll work hard!”

Johnny smiles, yet another life he’s saved.

“T-thank you so much, Johnny!” You can’t stop the tears running down your cheeks, with the overwhelming sensation of finally being given a chance to be free, and being able to take it, nothing can stop your tears from ascending your pulled cheeks.

Your minds feels nothing but relief as Donghyuck wipes off your tears from your face, grasping the key tight in his palm. This key is a key to your new room you will be soon calling home, the key to everything good that’s going to happen, the key to your freedom.

[cades-outsider]

Hawk X Reader

Warnings: Prepare for the emotions!

Surprise- I Guess

  You were super excited to say the least, Hawk's- or well Eli's birthday was coming up in a couple days. You had planned a whole surprise for him, Hawk had mentioned how he wanted to get a new motorcycle.

  So you asked your dad Daniel LaRusso for some extra money for some extra chores here and there, and what do you know he agreed as long as you got back into karate with him.

  You took him on that offer, recently Daniel had changed the pool room into a at home karate dojo. You never really quit, you practiced here and there unlike your sister Sam who hadn't practice in eight years.

  Both Miguel and Demetri had offered to help you pick out the motorcycle. You were instantly surprised that Demetri would offer considering the history between the two wasn't good after Eli became Hawk.

But of course you took them both up on the offer considering they knew personally what style motorcycle Hawk would like. The bell ring indicating that lunch period was here.

You, Demetri, and Miguel all decided to hang back a while in the hallway so you could discuss a few matters with the surprise and how you were to give it to Hawk.

  "Okay so how about you call him up, and tell him it's an emergency and carry him to your backyard and boom-" Miguel makes a hand explosion "-surprise!" He says proud of his idea.

  "That's a great idea Miguel!" You exclaim excitedly.

  "Or... you could just give it to him.." Demetri states as if he's the smartest person on the earth.

  You tilt your head to the side furrowing your eyebrows "and where would the fun be in that?" You smirk.

  Miguel nods his head, eyes wide "yeah I'm gonna have to agree with Y/n on this one" He states.

  "Oh bummer-" Demetri reply's, unfazed.

  "Demetri did you actually want to help us?" You ask now concerned.

  "Well not really, but Eli was my friend once upon of time you know..." He states obviously.

  "We know..." Miguel says, remembering once who Hawk was.

  Hawk was in the mix of laughing along with one of his new 'friends' playing with his soccer ball when all of a sudden his attention is brought to you, Demetri, and Miguel.

  It was safe to say Eli was not happy, he didn't like the thought of his girl with two other boys without him, whispering.

  He felt vulnerable, he felt.... anger. Even though Demetri and Miguel were technically still his friend, his past best friend and his former best friend did not sit well with him.

  Walking with a more furious pep in his step he reaches both you, Demetri, and Miguel. You and Miguel immediately stop whispering, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

  You turn around with a smile on your face as your heart races, almost being caught. You did not want the surprise to get ruined so soon anyways.

  "Hey Eli" You say walking up closer to him, Hawk only allowed you to call him Eli, home or not he didn't mind hearing his name come from your sweet mouth, when being moaned, screamed, or just in general.

  Eli cocks his head to the side flaring his nostrils, he keeps it cool for the most part as his friend behind him scrambled away noticing the boiling tension that he did not want to be around.

"Hey Y/n what's going on here?" He asks, obviously suspicious.

You couldn't risk Hawk knowing the surprise yet so you come up with the most cliché answer given "Demetri is just helping me and Miguel with our science project" You quickly say, probably to quickly causing you to cringe at the horrible convincing sentence.

  Hawk smacks his lips together "yeah right" he scoffs before walking away, you wait until he's fully out of sight to turn back to Miguel and Demetri.

  "Really? Science project?" Demetri scoffs using hand gestures.

  "Did you have an excuse?" You asked sassily.

  Demetri goes silent, rolling his eyes knowing he was stuck "he's going to be pissed" Miguel states referring to Eli.

  "Yeah but it will all be worth it in the mean time yeah?" You ask hopefully.

  "We'll see, or he could completely go out on a rage-r and never talk to you again!" Demetri says faking excitement.

  Miguel hits him gently with the back of his hand "ow!" Demetri says holding the spot he hit.

  Miguel looks at him in disbelief "I didn't even apply pressure!" He laughs.

  Demetri rolls his eyes "I have fragile bones, okay?" He says putting his hand up.

  "Alright, alright calm down Demetri" You joke.

"So when are you planning on giving it to Hawk?" Miguel asks curiously.

  "The day before his birthday, that's my plan anyways" You say stuffing your hands in your pockets.

  The rest of the day ended in glares from Hawk to Miguel and Demetri, and even you. You knew he didn't believe a word you said which was not apart of the plan but you didn't know what else to do to make him not ask questions.

  The next in counter you had with Hawk had a lot of tension, little did you both know it would be the last time you talked to each other for at least a few weeks.

  You pulled into the driveway of the grocery store beside Johnny's dojo, you instantly notice Hawks red Mohawk he was with a couple of his new karate friends.

Well the situation would’ve probably went different if you were alone and not with Miguel or Demetri. But you happened to be with them both today, you wanted to grab a few snacks to munch on because who doesn’t like snacks and both Miguel and Demetri wanted to come so you couldn’t say no.

You had finished everything for Hawks surprise so you decided to treat both you, Demetri, and Miguel to snacks basically as a thank you for there help. You had the keys for Hawks motorcycle and all you needed was to wait for the day before his birthday.

You all walked into the store, the old squeaking bell catches the attention of Hawk, he looks your way and sees you with Miguel and Demetri and all he can see is red as his face contorts into anger.

Hawk forces something that was in his chest to one of his friends causing them to stumble over the isles. He walks over to you with his head held high, you huff knowing he was going to start something out of nothing.

"Nice to see you here... together" He grits his teeth together as he spits out the last word with hatred almost.

You had enough of Eli’s crap so you grabbed his hand roughly as you pulled him outside. You had a feeling you knew what was wrong but you wanted to make sure.

"What is your problem?" You ask gently, not wanting to spark something.

"What is my problem! What is yours? Why are you hanging out with Demetri?!" He practically yells out.

"What so I can’t hang out with who I want?" You question, now becoming heated.

"I didn’t say that! But why Demetri!" Hawk pushes, his jealousy getting the best of him.

"I- he- he knew you best!" You try without giving to much information about the gift.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hawk asks now confused.

"I can’t tell you... not yet anyways" you reply, not knowing what to say. You had everything else planned out not a fight.

Hawks jaw clenches and you would almost say that was a nice sight if it wasn’t him getting mad at you like that. "So now we’re keeping secrets?" He says walking closer to you, every step causes you to back up.

You soon hit the back of a wall as Hawk towers over you putting his hand on the wall behind you. "I-I-" you stutter out.

"So now you don’t know?" He pushes.

"What do you want me to say?" You question, tired.

"I don’t know that you’re not slumming it with Demetri or Miguel, h*ll or even both I wouldn’t even be surprised" Hawk spits out dryly.

Your face contorts "oh wow how low of you Eli" You spit now fully angered.

"Don’t use my name like that" He says gritting his teeth, pushing his body closer to yours.

"You wanna know what we were doing so bad huh?!" You yell grabbing the keys to the motorcycle from your pocket.

Hawks face fully contorts from anger to confusion as you press the keys into his chest with pressure and push him away as you get into your car driving away.

That leaves a very guilty Eli as he pulls the keys into vision, the label of the motorcycle on the set of keys. Hawks heart breaks as he now knew there was nothing going on between you and the other boys.

Tears spill out in his eyes as he places both of his hands on the brick wall breathing heavily as he starts beating on the brick wall with his bare fists causing blood to spill out.

Two weeks.... you hadn’t talked to Eli, it wasn’t your intention but it happened. Now it was Monday, school was still into motion. You dreaded it like any other day, getting out of your car and walking through the doors.

You subconsciously look for Eli like every other time you have, your heart drops when you’re brought back to reality.

Your head drops as you get ready to walk to first period until you run into someone. You knew that scent and you almost didn’t want to look up, but you did.

Oh boy the sight you’ve witnessed was enough to break your heart even more, Eli didn’t look like himself. He had dark bags under his eyes, he looked tired and worn out. He had red cheeks, and busted knuckles that were swollen, he looked in pain.

"Eli..." You whisper out, you didn’t know how to feel but you knew that you didn’t like that feeling.

"Y/n... can I uh talk to you?" He almost whispers.

You nod your head letting him lead you to an unoccupied class room "I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t know I was just jealous and insecure I didn’t know- I didn’t know how to react..." He busts.

"Eli.... I’m sorry to I should’ve tried to understand-" but you were soon cut off by Eli walking closer to you putting both his hands on your cheeks.

"No Y/n that was all on me I said some pretty messed up things that I didn’t mean you have no reason to apologize" Hawk says resting his head on yours.

"I love you Eli" You cave.

"I love you more Y/n and I’m so so sorry" He says as tears prickle his eyes.

"I forgive you" You say smiling as you press your lips to his crashing your lips together.

It felt like the first time you kissed, sparks went off as your lips continued to move together in sync. That all stoped to soon when you both pulled away.

"I love you for infinity..."

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Thank you @peachymelon69 for requesting! Hope you enjoyed!

[daisybeewrites]

July — d.j.

for @dreamcxtcherr ‘s 3k writing challenge. congrats lena!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of car crash/death, mention of alcohol consumption, daisy cries, i think thats it lmk if not!!

ship: R x daisy johnson

okay y’all… first ever anggstttttt!!! i’m way too excited about it. if you want a fully immersive experience, i recommend listening to july by noah cyrus slowed + reverb

(gif uncredited on pinterest (ugh, i hate that. credit a gif if you use it!! im trying to find the owner)) update — found owner

It was another mission. Another nightmarish fire-fight where you almost lost a limb, almost lost a friend, almost lost your life. Twenty-four hours later and you’re back home, safe.

Well, as safe as you can be when your engagement is on the verge of breaking off.

You stare at the simple ring on your left hand. White gold band, a tiny amethyst set to the left of a diamond. There was a nearly identical one lying next to the sink, the only difference being the switched places of the glittering gems.

You know she didn’t do it purposefully. You had both been exhausted after what was supposed to be an in-and-out mission turned into a hostage situation. Daisy did what she always did as soon as you were home — take off her gauntlets, wash her hands in the sink, grab a snack, and hop into a steaming shower.

But you still can’t stop yourself from staring at it, eyes fixed, hands shaking, breath held and mind racing.

You used to join her. You would wash each other’s hair, ease each other’s sore muscles with delicate touches on tender purple-black bruises. She would lean into you, letting you braid her hair and falling asleep in your arms, drifting into a deep slumber. It was intimate, lovely; it was normal and perfect.

Taking a sip of your room-temperature beer, you slide off the cool granite of the kitchen island. You had a new routine after missions now, you just had to get used to it.

You hear the shower shut off, bare feet pad into your cosy bedroom, and the door shut with a loud creak. The minute squeak of the mattress tells you that Daisy flopped into bed.

A ghost of a smile lights your face. It looks more like a grimace, you think, as you check your distorted reflection in the green glass of your beer bottle. Chucking the empty bottle in the recycling, you run a hand through your dirty, salty hair. The comfy sweats you changed into an hour ago would need to be washed, the dirt still adorning your skin rubbing off on the black material. You exhale before heading down the hall towards the bathroom.

The tiled room is filled with steam, the mirror fogged up so that only a blurry outline of your silhouette could be seen. You are unrecognizable.

How fitting.

The quick, cold shower you take does nothing to ease your mind or body. You wipe the mirror in a circle, taking out a first aid kit.

With all your cuts bandaged and the proper creams Jemma had snuck to you and Daisy applied to your fresh bruises, you headed into the hallway in your towel.

Daisy is standing in the kitchen, lilac lounge shorts you bought her last Christmas showing off her tanned and scarred legs. She looks warm and soft, a very different Daisy than the superhero who had broken a mob boss’ legs just hours before. Her hair is wet and in braids. You frown. You always braid her hair.

If she hears you, she doesn’t turn around, so you take a moment to admire her. Ten seconds, that’s all you give yourself. It was a stressful mission, if you stare too long she might snap. From the back, you can’t see the dark circles you know are there, but you can see the tension in her shoulders and the slight tilt of her head as she ponders what to eat.

You say nothing as you go to the bedroom to change. You find a black pair of SHIELD sweats and an old, holey t-shirt you vaguely remember stealing from Fitz. A presence at the doorway catches your attention.

“Hi,” Daisy says tentatively. Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs holding the air captive until Daisy spoke again.

“I missed you.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe tonight wouldn’t end with one of you on the couch, clutching a six pack while the other cried as quietly as possible, tucked into cold, lonely sheets.

“Braiding my hair, I mean,” She clarified. Her fingers twisted together, rigid posture giving away her nerves.

The air felt humid, as if the open window had suddenly sucked all the AC out and let the mid-summer heat in. Your memory flashes to the last time you and Daisy had a normal, happy conversation.

The edges are fuzzy, but the pure joy in Daisy’s chocolate eyes is clear. Fairy lights strung haphazardly around the living room, a movie playing in the background, your lips on hers. Blankets make a ceiling over your head that shut out the rest of the world, this moment was only for you two. You played with the thin metal band on her ring finger, she ran her hands through her hair. Her matching ring scratched your scalp lightly. You both smile as you pull away. You whisper childhood stories, laugh at the funny parts and offer melancholic smiles at the not-so-lighthearted parts. You were happy.

That night you got the call — Lincoln Campbell, yours and Daisy’s best friend, had wrapped his car around a telephone pole coming off of a long shift at the hospital. His blood alcohol was almost .40.

Eggshells littered the house from the time you got back from the funeral. One wrong word, Daisy would snap and spend hours punching a bag until her fingers bled. You would fill those hours with whatever was closer — wine or your car keys. You pulled yourself out of your head, realizing you should answer her.

“I missed it, too,” You breathed.

Daisy made a small, unintelligible noise before collapsing against the door frame. You froze for only a second, your mind racing through possibilities. Was she bleeding internally? Was it her back again? Did she get shot and not notice until now?

You leap over to her, catching her as she crumbles to the hardwood floor.

A quiet sob wracks her chest. Your hands hover over her slouched back, unsure how to comfort her. At this moment, Daisy feels foreign. Her sudden vulnerability alerts you to how she’s been holding her emotions in for god knows how long.

“Daisy…” You start, hesitantly.

Daisy hiccups loudly, another wave of tears washing over her.

“Tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags,” Daisy cried, “But I don’t, I-I don’t want to lose you!”

Burning tears gather on your lash line, threatening to fall at her words. You never could stand to see Daisy cry.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion before you realize what Daisy is talking about. After Lincoln’s death, you two had fought increasingly more often until Daisy locked herself away or spent the night at May’s, and you went for drives until your car ran on empty. On those nights, bottles of wine disappeared from the cabinet without a trace.

Daisy sits up, stamping down her sobs, seemingly resigning herself to the fact that you aren’t going to say anything. Her trembling lip and red eyes pierce your heart. The astronomical distance between you two seems atomic now. You reach out quicker than lightning, shushing her cries and rubbing her back.

“Do you want to go?” You asked after a while. Your knees dig uncomfortably into the floor, your shoulder hurts from the ridges in the doorframe.

Daisy sniffles, her hair falling into her face as she looks away. You crane your neck down, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You know I’m afraid of change, I guess that’s why we’ve stayed the same,” You sigh, your chest constricting and squeezing the broken glass pieces of your heart.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to continue, “But if you want to find a new life, someone who loves you better than I do, darling, I understand.”

Daisy is still frozen, stare burning holes in the floor. You’re glad that the two of you are at home, the poly-tectic adaptive materials hidden between the walls keeping the house from collapsing. By the slight groan of the foundation, you can imagine Daisy could bring down a mountain with the amount of pain she’s in.

Which can only mean one thing.

“I’m not enough,” You stated. It wasn’t a question. You glance down, a glint in the low light cast from the lamp on the bedside table catching your eye. She has her ring on…

Daisy finally, finally shakes her head ‘no’. You let go of a breath, guilt building every second that passes. She isn’t happy. You shouldn’t be happy that she’s staying.

“Feels like a lifetime, we’ve been trying to get by while we’re dying inside,” You say, gently.

Daisy snaps her eyes to yours, a desperation in them you recognize as grief.

“So much of the past year has been consumed by grief. We never took time off, we never talked about it. I’ve done a lot of things wrong, loving you being one,” She whispers.

You nod, there is no denying that you each had a part in getting to where you are now. Delicately, you grab her hand. She squeezes it, a rush of small vibrations traveling up your arm. Your chest flutters at the familiar affection.

“So have I,” You assure her. She gradually falls towards you, exhausted. You let her rest her head on your shoulder, her breath evening out as her arms wrap around you. You feel hot tears flow down your face, fall onto her hair. Slowly, you pull Daisy closer to you.

Hours later, the sun peeks over the top of the mountain range in the distance. You had adjusted the two of you sometime around two a.m., no longer able to feel your legs from how the floor cut off your circulation.

Sometime around three, you had gathered the courage to move Daisy to the bed, trying hard not to wake her. She had only turned over and not let go of your hand.

You haven’t slept at all tonight, thoughts spinning until you force yourself to pause and count to ten, only to repeat the pattern.

You know what you have to do. You know what’s best for the both of you. You’ll leave, pack your bags and find a place to stay until you can scrape up enough money to rent an apartment. You’ll go to therapy, learn to live without Lincoln, without Daisy. Eventually, Daisy will heal, too. You both have the team at your backs, no matter what happens. She would be okay.

But you know you won’t. The fear of losing Daisy, of losing your life, your home, yourself stops you. You can’t move on. You can’t move forward.

You know that the big changes it takes to heal could cost you Daisy. So, you stay the same. You give into fear. You’ll never be enough, never love Daisy right, never quite heal fully — and neither will Daisy. But you still stay.

You’ll always stay the same.

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[deppsessed]

I hate myself for loving you

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader 

Anonymous requested: Could you write an imagine where Johnny gets close with another actress? The reader becomes jealous and starts to ignore him.

Authors notes: Pretty much inspired by this song. 

We’d been best friends for years, as long as I can remember. Johnny was one of the constants in my life and I, in his.  We have the same mutual love, affection and appreciation for each other. We see each other a few times a week, whether it’s round at each other's places or going out for dinner. I know that if something is bothering me and I need a shoulder to lean on, he’ll be there, either at my house in a heartbeat or at the other end of a phone wherever he is in the world. There have been times where the lines between being friends or something more have been blurred. While there are times that I could swear that there’s something more to it, we’ve never spoken about it and I’ve never once made a move. He’s my best friend. I wouldn’t want to screw that up or lose him.

Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you? You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two... 

Although lately, he’s been testing my patience. The press tour for his latest movie started a good few weeks back, and then came Sophia, his female, stunningly beautiful co-star. Any picture you see with him at the moment has her in it too, whether she’s touching his jacket on a red carpet, laughing too much at something he’s whispered in her ear during a press conference, or being spotted by the paparazzi leaving a restaurant together. The tabloids are going wild for it and are full of headlines about Johnny and his ‘new flame’.

He’s pretty much dumped me and pushed me to the side. I’ll call, and rather than being met with his usual bubbly enthusiasm on the other end, get the very vague response of “It’s a little busy right now, but I’ll call you back”, followed by the half-hearted text a few hours later apologising. On the occasions where we’ve made plans, he’s called me at the last minute to cancel them, but is then pictured with her. 

It hurts, kind of like a dagger being plunged through the heart.

What bothers me the most is that it shouldn’t get to me the way that it does. If he’s met somebody new, then I should be happy for him rather than feeling this anger, this resentment towards him and this intense jealousy of wishing that it was me. 

I'm not really jealous, don't like lookin' like a clown I think of you every night and day You took my heart, then you took my pride away... 

It’s been easier just to cut him out and ignore him. Whenever he calls, I’m either letting it go to voicemail or rejecting it right away. I haven’t been replying to his texts either. You’d think that he’d get the message that I’m trying to ignore him, but if anything, he’s only becoming more and more insistent in trying to get through to me. I’m still going by my gut, he’s hurt me and while I know I can be stubborn, this is going to be the best way to see it through. It’s how I deal with things. 

It’s late at night, pitch black outside and I’m driving home where I see my phone light up in the cigarette tray.

Johnny:  I miss you. 

I let out a sigh and shook my head. I miss him too, it’s painful how much, but it isn’t the point. I can’t be that person that he has in his life when it suits him. 

I get to the bottom of the driveway, ready to turn in when I notice the figure standing right in front of the garage. Of course. Of course, he’s here waiting for me. 

I break hard and honk the horn at him before pulling my window down. “Can you move your ass so that I can park my car?” I yell. On second thought, I don’t care. I’m just in the mood to go down on the excelerator. Oh, how I’m not in the mood to be dealing with this. I  take in a deep breath, sitting there for a minute before bringing the keys out of the ignition, getting out the car and slamming the door behind me. 

“Well, well, look who decided he wanted to make plans with me and even had the decency to show up!” I snap, my eyes narrowing at him in a glare.

“It’s not as if you’ve given me much of a choice, you’ve been ignoring me this past week,” Johnny replies and shrugs his shoulders.

“Maybe you should take a mental note. When somebody does that, it usually means that they don’t want to talk to or see you.” He’s standing in my way, so I push past him rather abruptly to get to the front door. “Take the hint, John. Quit while you’re ahead and get out of here.”

John. He’ll know for a fact that he’s done something wrong now, since I only use it when I’m upset with him. 

“Do I at least get to know what this heinous thing I’ve done to upset you is?”  

I roll my eyes at him and unlock the door before pushing it open. “You know, the fact that you even need to ask says a lot for yourself. I don’t appreciate being something that you have in your life when it’s convenient, and shove to the side when it suits you.”

He blinks, furrowing his eyebrows. It’s almost as if I can see the thoughts going through his head as he’s trying to work out what I’m pushing towards.

“Sophia? We’re just friends. It’s PR. After we’re done with this movie I’m probably never going to see her again. She could never replace you.”

I have to snort at how unphased he’s sounding by it all, as if none of it is a big deal. I think that’s what hurts me the most.

“But she has and you’ve let her.  You dodge me, then when we make plans you cancel them at the last minute and I have to deal with seeing more pictures of the two of you together.” 

He stands there in silence, again as if he’s trying to analyse and work it all out. 

“I don’t know what else to say…” 

“As I said, take the hint, John.” 

I at least feel as if I’ve said my inner peace on the matter. Before he can get another word in, I kick the door shut in his face and make my way into the house. I need a drink. Something strong to take the edge off, because it stings. A large glass of wine does the trick at starting to numb the pain, but it doesn’t in any way stop the tears. I hate that he has this kind of power over me, that makes me feel as if my heart has been ripped out and stamped on. 

I hate myself for loving you Can't break free from the things that you do I wanna walk, but I run back to you That's why I hate myself for loving you… 

I’m not sure how much time has passed when I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of the front door opening, and the footsteps coming up the hardwood floor. Why can’t he just leave it alone?

 “You come back for more? Haven’t you done enough?” I stand up and fold my arms across my chest defensively. He’s stood inches away from me, his dark brown eyes pleading onto mine. I’m sure I look a mess with my reddened face and swollen eyes from crying. 

“I forgot something.” 

If he’s going to say something else to hurt me, then I’d rather he’d get it out and over with, even if I’m not entirely sure if I can handle it. But, what he does next throws me off guard and leaves me even more confused than before. He closes the gap between us and leans in to brush his lips against my tenderly. 

The kiss is soft, his lips feel velvet moving against mine. While his arms slip around my waist, my arms wrap around his neck instinctively, as if it’s where they’re meant to be.

“I’m an idiot,” He breathes, his forehead resting against mine, “I’m sorry--I’m so stupid.”

My heart is a mixture of fluttering in my chest and sinking to my stomach. I didn’t think it would ever be me standing here locked in his arms, or the one that he would be kissing.

“You aren’t allowed to do that. Don’t think you can get away with coming here to kiss me and getting away with walking out the door again.”

Johnny shakes his head firmly without a second's hesitation. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve waited so long for the chance to finally be able to do that.”

Whatever reply I want to give is taken away from me, because he pulls me back into him for another tender kiss, just as breathtaking and magnificent as the first.

[lost-in-the-80s]

Fake Date

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Words: 1,965k

Summary: You and Dave have been friends with benefits since forever, but to help Junior out, you guys agree on pretending to be a couple, going on a double date with him. (smut)

A/N: I’m not sure if this is good or not because it has been in my drafts for a while, but anyway, I hope you guys like it :)

Warnings: Mature content (f i n g e r s)

“You want us to do what!?” Y/N asked, her eyes widened while Dave choked on his beer beside her.

“Just for one night, it will be just one hour, two in max.” Junior tried to defend his plan.

“No way!” Dave managed to say, still trying to calm down.

“I swear it’s the only time you’ll have to do it!”

“Why do you want us to do it so bad?” She asked, getting up and walking towards the ginger’s kitchen to get something to eat.

“Ah, you don’t understand.” Junior sighed. 

“Then explain,” Dave instructed. 

“Every time Julie comes around Y/N’s here, she confronted me about it and I told her she had nothing to worry about, but she wouldn’t listen to me, so I told her that she shouldn’t be worried because the two of you were dating.” He gesticulated with his hands, trying to make them understand his point.

“You said what?” Both of them said at the same time. 

“Then she got all excited about it and said that we should go on a double date, and I tried, I swear that I tried to make her change her mind, but she fucking wants to do it.” He sighed, looking at the ground.

“If we do this, you’re gonna owe us big time!” Dave said, pointing his finger at the blonde. 

“Exactly,” Y/N shouted from the kitchen. 

“Come on, it’s not as if you guys had never kissed each other.” 

It was true, and to be honest, the two of them had done many more things than just kissing. Y/N and Dave knew each other way before Megadeth, they met in 1980, and even though they were just friends, in the beginning, the sexual tension between them had always been out of the roof, so it didn’t take them too long to engage in a “friends with benefits” kind of relationship.

And even though both of them hated to admit, what they felt for each other stopped being just attraction a long time ago. Now they’d sleep together after sex, cuddling against each other and talking sweet nothings while doing it. Sometimes, they’d be doing something random, like talking, and then would start kissing, even in front of others. When one was sick, the other moved mountains to help, and they had even got into fights with strangers for each other, but the two of them were too proud to ever say anything about it. 

And as Dave liked to think: “You don’t have a problem if you pretend it doesn’t exist.” 

That was his excuse when Junior talked to him about Y/N a few weeks before the date. He thought the metaphor wasn’t the best, but he understood his friend, Dave always hated complicated things, mainly because he knew he was complicated himself, and he feared that if they spoke up about it, it would become complicated and it wouldn’t work out anymore. 

And so here they were, Junior and Julie sat on a bench in front of Dave in a restaurant, all of them waiting for Y/N, who, as per usual, was late. The ginger played anxiously with the ring in his finger while he silently thought about how weird it would be for them to pretend that they were a normal couple. 

Wait, a normal couple? His conscience teased him. 

We are a couple…. I think? I mean, we hadn't seen anyone else for almost a year now… He tried to defend himself.

Then why are you so fucking worried? His mind fought back, but he had no time to reply because the center of his thoughts entered the place. 

She was wearing a leather skirt and a white button-up shirt, with lots of opened buttons, revealing a lot of her skin and making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing any bra. She walked elegantly on her high heels until she reached the table, a warm smile on her lips. 

Fuck, it’s almost as if she's teasing me. Dave thought to himself as he got up, adjusting his jeans to try to make his now-forming bulge less visible. 

“Hey, baby.” She leaned in, giving his lips a quick kiss before she turned towards the other couple. “Hey guys, how are you?”

“Hey, Y/N! We’re good.” Junior answered, giving her a quick side hug before moving out of the way so that Julie and Y/N could hug. 

“I loved your necklace.” Julie complimented, smiling before they all sat down, Y/N sitting next to Dave.

“Ah, thank you! It’s my favorite one. Dave gave me some years ago” She smiled, touching the golden accessory that she never took off.

“I’m sorry for dragging you guys here with us. It’s just that, we saw each other just twice?” Anne looked at Y/N, who only nodded in response. “And I really wanted to get to know you better.” 

“Oh, it’s fine! Dave and I were actually thinking about going out tonight anyway.” She touched his thigh, asking for support on her story.

“Yeah, we try to always go out on Fridays.” 

“That’s a nice tradition! For how long have you guys been together?” 

Dave cleared his throat before answering. “Little more than a year. We were just friends before.” 

“Aw, so it started with a friendship? That’s so sweet!” 

A waiter showed up, asking what they wanted to eat. 

“I’ll have spaghetti,” Junior said, handing his menu to the man in front of him. 

“And for the lady?” The man asked, looking at her.

“I’ll have this chicken salad, please.” 

The man nodded, turning towards the other two. 

“Steak and fries,” Dave looked towards Y/N. “for you too right?” 

She nodded. 

“Two steaks with fries then.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Yes, bring us two cokes, please.” She handed him their menu before resting her back on the bench, feeling Dave’s fingers slightly playing with her shoulder as his arm rested on the back of the bench.

They knew each other well enough to ask for each other, in fact, they had the same tastes and thoughts on basically everything, and this similarity was the main reason for their feelings towards each other. 

“And who spoke up first?” Julie asked.

“It was me,” Dave answered, making a small pause to find a story to fill in.

“We went to a party, got drunk and ended up spilling our guts.” She finished for him. 

Pretty believable, coming from the two of us. He thought.

Soon the food arrived and they all started eating, talking about Megadeth and how excited they were to go on a second tour together, but as soon as the food was over, Y/N felt Dave’s hand resting on her thigh. It stayed there for a good while and she was almost sure that he had done it on reflex, but then his hand started to travel upwards, making her give him a glare, to which he just smirked. 

Dave’s hands wandered underneath her skirt, finding her panties very easily. He ran his calloused fingertips against its fabric, seeing how a mix of despair and lust filled her eyes.

“And how did you two met?” Y/N asked, hoping that they would spend time enough talking, knowing that she would be too distracted to talk back for a while.

“Oh yeah, I was at this record shop…” 

She kept on talking, but Y/N stopped listening to anything as soon as Dave slid her panties to the side and started running his finger up and down in between her folds, feeling how it soon started to get wet. 

She sighed slowly, but upended her legs further, giving him better access. 

“You know those things you put money inside? Damn, I forgot the name.” Julie asked, rubbing her forehead to try to remember. 

“Cash register?” Y/N managed to say before one of Dave’s fingers entered her core, going slowly in and out of her, making her bite her bottom lip.

“Yes! Cash register!” Julie giggled, keeping on telling her story. “I couldn’t open it, and then David came and helped me, we started talking, and look at us now.” She smiled, looking tenderly to the blonde beside her.

“That’s a very good story,” Y/N answered quickly, one of her hands gripping on the table as it got difficult for her to talk normally.

“You know, Julie, Y/N used to work at a record shop too! Why don’t you tell Julie some stories?” Dave asked, his smirk growing as he inserted another finger inside of her, making her close her eyes tightly while her mouth opened slightly.

“Really?” Julie asked, looking really interested. 

“Ye-Yeah! For an… for a year or so.”

As soon as she started talking, Dave curled his fingers inside of her, causing her a lot of concentration to finish her quote. 

“Which record shop?”

Dave found her sweet spot, hitting it with his finger a few times, making her legs close tightly on reflex.

“Hm… which one?” She grabbed his free hand on top of the table, gripping tight at it.

“Yeah.”

“The na-… one with… I- I don’t remember the name.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Julie said before taking a sip of her water.

Dave hit her g-spot a few more times, making her close her eyes as she felt her walls clenching for the orgasm that was about to hit her, but he removed his finger before she could reach her climax, making her give him a mortal glare. 

“Wow, it’s getting late!” Julie said, looking at the watch. “I should go, I have to work tomorrow.” She smiled. 

“Yeah, let’s go. I’ll drive you home.” Junior smiled, getting up. 

“What do you think, love? Let’s go too?” Dave asked.

“Yeah, sure!” 

All of them got up going towards the cashier to pay, and when the others weren’t looking anymore, Dave sucked his fingers clean before turning towards Y/N and whispering in her ear. “God, I love dessert.” 

She smirked, before looking down and realizing that he had a very noticeable bone inside his pants, and so she realized that he wouldn’t leave her hanging after all. 

Exiting the place, Junior turned towards Dave. “Will you come with us, or….”

“I’ll spend the night at Y/N’s, don’t worry.” 

They all said their goodbyes and Junior opened the passenger door for Julie, closing it when she entered the car before walking back to his friends. “I know exactly what you were doing.” 

Y/N shrugged before Dave got a cigarette from his jacket's pocket while saying: “I couldn’t help it. Sorry mate!” 

Junior rolled his eyes, but went back to his car, turning on the engine and leaving the parking lot. 

“That was not nice of you.” She turned towards him, taking the cigarette from his lips and bringing it to hers.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause, it was damn nice to me.” He smirked, both hands circling her waist to bring her closer to him. 

She put the cigarette in between her fingers, blowing out some smoke on his face, seeing the lust that sparkled in his eyes. 

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear: “You won’t find it so nice when you’re the one being teased.” 

Her words making a shiver ran down his spine. “Are you going to tease me?” He asked near her ear.

“Oh, I will…” Her voice an octave lower, soft like velvet. “But you won’t know when, or where, you’ll just realize it when it’s already done.” 

He smirked, taking the cigarette from her hand and taking a long drag of it,  he looked up, blowing the smoke away before leaning in and kissing her. Her hands finding the back of his neck while their tongues started a battle against each other. 

“How about we finish this in my place?” She asked when they pulled apart, taking the cigarette to her lips again.

“Sounds like a plan.” He smirked.

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[hermannsthumb]

"different young (rebound) hunk on his arm every week…newton geiszler who?" CAN YOU WRITE THIS FIC PLEASE? Hermann as the new heartthrob of the science world, cheekbones that can cut glass, baby gay scientists everywhere using appalling math-related pick-up lines in an attempt to be the booty call of the week. Newton catches a glimpse of him at a fundraiser and the Precursors have to stop him from crying with lust.

so tragically I plotted a whole fic for this and then came back and realized this prompt involves PRU but I liked my idea too much so unfortunately I won’t be filling the PRU part 😔 but I DO love heartthrob hermann sooooooooo. this can be pre-PRU if you want to make it sad actually CW for drinking and mild allusion to not sfw stuff. when will these boys talk about their feelings?

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Hermann doesn’t like going out to bars at the best of times, least of all after he’s had the sort of exceptionally long day he’s had today (fighting his way through airports and hotel lobbies, fielding interview questions, having not even a minute’s break from Newton), but even he will admit that the one Newton has dragged him along to tonight could be far worse. The sorts of bars Newton fancied throughout their stint at the Hong Kong Shatterdome tended to be far hipper, far more becoming for a man of his (and, admittedly, Hermann’s) age, and likely aimed at tourists: pounding music, dark rooms, neon lighting, overpriced drinks, an inability to navigate through throngs of dancing bodies without bumping into at least half a dozen people. For that reason Hermann’s blood practically ran cold earlier that evening when, fresh out of their latest television interview, Newton insisted that Hermann needed to unwind a little. That Newton would help him unwind a little.

Hermann was pleasantly surprised to find that though the music (a live band) is still loud, and drink prices are still inflated, at least he can see Newton, and at least the few people dancing are dancing far away from them. And, well, perhaps it’s made him more amenable to (mostly) matching Newton drink-for-drink, and to indulging him in knocking back not one, but two rounds of the most disgusting-looking pink shots of all time, and— “Look, dude,” Newton declares, tossing an arm around Hermann’s shoulder. He’s shouting and leaning in too-close to Hermann, not because he’s intoxicated, but rather to be heard over the band, which has launched into a rather enthusiastic cover of some song Hermann’s sure he’s heard blaring from Newton’s iTunes before. His stubble tickles the shell of Hermann’s ear. “Just say it with me. It’s that easy. R-e-t-i-r-e-m—”

“We are thirty-five,” Hermann says. “We can’t just—”

“We absolutely can,” Newton says. He nudges his cocktail glass into Hermann’s chest, sloshing a bit of hot pink Watermelon Crush on his neat button-up. Hermann stifles a sigh; the shirt is brand new, bought just that morning for the interview, and will already be needing a wash. And smelling like liquified hard candy for the rest of the evening. “You and me, lying on a beach somewhere, sleeping in until noon every day, learning how to—to fish, or paint, or whatever the hell we want—”

“Not a beach,” Hermann says immediately. “I’m bloody well sick of beaches. Oceans, lakes, bays—no more."

Indulging Newton’s ridiculous little fantasy, even for a moment, is a mistake: Newton’s face lights up in a grin, and he tucks his arm around Hermann’s shoulder to pull Hermann flush against him. Hermann’s barstool wobbles dangerously. “Okay, no beaches. Far away from any coastline. The mountains, then.” It’d be just their luck, Hermann thinks, if the next Breach reopened far away from the ocean, too. Like it followed them somehow. “Let’s move to Switzerland or something and buy a log cabin or a cave and become weird recluses. I’ll learn how to ski, and you can grow a beard, and we can buy all our furniture at Ikea—” He frowns. “Is Ikea from Switzerland? Sweden? I haven’t been since college.”

“I don’t recall ever agreeing to move anywhere with you in the first place,” Hermann says, “let alone retire to do so. What on earth makes you think I’d follow you to Switzerland? I’ve no interest whatsoever in Switzerland.”

“Uh, because we’re best friends?” Newton says. “Anyway, what else would you do?”

“Anything,” Hermann says. He begins to tick off all the possibilities on his fingers while Newton watches him, unimpressed. “I could stay in Hong Kong—I’m sure they’d appreciate help monitoring what remains of the Breach. Or I could move back to England and resume my old teaching post, if they’d have me.” Hermann knows they’d have him; they’ve already sent him at least a dozen emails practically begging him to accept tenure. “Or back to Germany, with my parents.”

“I could totally do all that, too,” Newton says. “Well—not the Germany thing. No offense, dude, but your parents kinda suck. I don’t think I want them as my roommates.”

Hermann decides not to mention that the odds are very high they would not want Newton as a roommate, either. He’s tempted to ask Newton if he meant what he said about them being best friends—for Hermann can’t recall the last time someone called him their best friend, if ever—but Newton’s arm is slipping from his shoulders, and Newton is pulling out his mobile phone and tapping away frantically at it. Hermann feels strangely bereft without his touch. “Okay,” Newton says, his eyes scanning the screen, “Ikea was founded in Sweden, but they moved headquarters in—”

“Excuse me?”

Hermann and Newton both startle, Newton nearly dropping his phone, and the bartender who’d interrupted them smiles apologetically. He’s holding a pint of what appears to be beer. “Sorry to bother you guys,” he says to them, “but this is from the young man over there in the pink shirt.”

At the sight of the drink Newton brightens and puffs out his chest visibly. Bloody perfect, Hermann thinks. Just want Newton needs—another boost to his ego. “No sweat,” Newton says. He tosses his mobile to the bar counter casually and reaches to accept the glass. “Please tell him I’m super flattered, but—”

“Actually, sir,” the bartender interrupts, and—to Hermann’s surprise—slides the glass away from Newton’s grasp and over to Hermann. Hermann takes it without a word, not quite daring to believe it. Down the bar, out of the corner of his eye, he can see the flash of a bright pink shirt, but he can’t quite make himself turn to acknowledge the mystery admirer. Is that rude of him? No one has ever sent him a drink before. He’s not quite sure of the etiquette. “It’s, um, not for you.”

Newton deflates like a popped balloon. A blush spreads across his cheeks, barely visible beneath his freckles, which have come out again in the spring sunlight now that they’re not spending all their time in the Shatterdome basement. Hermann likes the look of them; he thinks they’re sweet, and that if he traced his fingertip across them they’d make a pattern of some sort, like a constellation. Not that he ever would, of course. Newton would surely ridicule him. "Right, duh,” Newton says.

He waits until the bartender is gone to round on Hermann. “Dude!” he says, almost accusatory, “Fourth time this week!”

“It is not,” Hermann protests. It’s weak to his own ears: even he isn’t thick enough to miss the sudden influx of attention he’s gotten since their first television interview last month. Hermann was never exactly popular, never exactly the sort the drive people wild with lust or romantic longing, yet it seems as if he can’t go anywhere these days without turning a few heads (including mid-twentysomething heads, mortifyingly enough) and getting a few cellular numbers slipped into his hand. Yesterday, a young man on the metro asked Hermann if he might like to see a movie some time. The day before that, another man wearing a jean jacket full of enamel pins stepped up to Hermann in a Starbucks and asked him if he could ­call-cu-later. Last week, a starry-eyed college student stopped Hermann outside a hotel to ask him to sign his Calculus 3 textbook, excitedly telling Hermann he switched degrees to astrophysics not a few days prior after reading an interview with Hermann in a rather obscure pop science magazine, and had blushed when Hermann thanked him. Newton had laughed at that one, and advised the young man to give biology a shot instead. (Newton had gotten very cross when he was promptly ignored, and in referencing the incident later, rather bitterly called the student an annoying little punk.)

This is to say nothing, of course, of the multiple news articles (listicles, as Newton calls them) Newton has forced him to read about himself on something called Buzzfeed, which have apparently helped to cement Hermann’s fifteen minutes of fame. One was called Twelve Times Dr. Hermann Gottlieb Was A Fashion Icon and was accompanied with a rather embarrassing array of candid photos of Hermann. Newton has been particularly incensed over that one.

“It is,” Newton says. “At least third. You know, I think the worst part is that you’re not even getting laid. Dudes are throwing themselves at you left and right—”

“Am I meant to go home with any random stranger who shows me the briefest bit of attention?” Hermann snaps. “I like to think I have somewhat higher standards than that.” I’m not like you, he nearly adds, but decides that it might perhaps be too cruel, especially considering that Newton has not gotten a fraction of the attention Hermann has over the past month. He remembers what it used to be like in the Shatterdome, is all; Newton seemed to like anyone who would give him the time of day. Most of his romances didn’t fare well for that reason.

“I’m just saying you could, and you’re not,” Newton says.

Hermann taps his finger against the pint glass, watching bubbles release from the side and rise to the top. When he finally takes a sip, it makes him wrinkle his nose. He’s not usually much for drinking. “I don’t like IPAs,” he says.

“I’ll take it,” Newton says, and the corner of his mouth hitches up in a grin, “as long as your boyfriend won’t get offended.”

Considering that Newton has only just finished following up his two shots with a cocktail, Hermann questions the decision, but slides him the glass anyway. Newton starts on it at once. Hermann wonders if he’ll need to call them a rideshare back to their hotel tonight; he’s not sure he can manage guiding a intoxicated Newton through the streets of the city on foot, especially not after a day that’s been rather unkind on his hip. “Only I suppose I have trouble believing it,” Hermann admits.

“Believing what?” Newton says.

“That they’re genuinely interested,” Hermann says.

To Hermann’s surprise, Newton snorts. “Nah, dude. You’ve got—” He taps Hermann’s chest, and leaves his hand there. “—sex appeal. You’ve got the, like, soulful eyes, and the movie star eyelashes, and the cheekbones and—” He drags his fingertip along Hermann’s jaw, and Hermann masks his sharp flinch in a cough, hoping Newton can’t feel his face heating up. He doesn’t remember if Newton has ever touched his face before. It feels shockingly intimate. “People think it’s super hot.” He takes another sip of Hermann’s drink. "Plus, you’re so—like—uptight. It makes people wonder what you’re bottling up.”

Hermann arches an eyebrow. “Bottling up?”

“In a sexy way,” Newton clarifies.

He settles his hand back on Hermann’s chest. Hermann licks his lips. Has Newton wondered those sorts of things about him, too? “You’ve had—too much to drink,” he says.

“A little bit,” Newton agrees. “I’m right, though. I like this shirt, by the way, it’s a nice cut on you.” He toys with one of the shirt’s buttons, and when he speaks again it’s in a low voice that makes Hermann’s mouth feel strangely dry. Hermann has never heard it from him before. “Wanna go back to the hotel and rent a movie or something?”

He’s peering at Hermann through his eyelashes, smiling in an odd little way. How terribly close they are to each other, Hermann realizes. He can count every tiny scratch in Newton’s eyeglasses, every fleck of gold in his eyes, every freckle on his cheeks. He wonders if Newton really wants to rent a movie; he wonders what Newton would do if Hermann closed the inch between them, and... “I,” Hermann stammers, gaze fixed on Newton’s mouth (stained pinker from his drink), “er, yes, only—only I feel as if I ought to thank the gentleman who sent me—”

At once, Newton drops away from him. His face hardens. His smile hardens, too. “Oh, right. I forgot,” he says. He inclines his head down the bar. “Pink shirt, right?”

Hermann casts his eyes about, searching for the pink-shirted stranger. When he doesn’t immediately spot him, a small bubble of relief swells within him. Perhaps he left, perhaps he decided he’s not interested in Hermann after all, perhaps Hermann is free to go back to the hotel with Newton and watch a film and argue about retirement and… “Oh, there,” Newton says. A man catches Hermann’s eye and waves timidly. He’s wearing a pink button-up.

“Bugger,” Hermann mutters. His admirer is not unattractive—in fact, he’s the opposite, with curly hair and glasses even thicker than Newton’s—which Newton seems to notice, too. He claps Hermann on the shoulder, hard enough that Hermann sways with it.

“He’s totally cute,” Newton says, “and he’s totally into you. You gotta at least get his number.” He takes another large sip of Hermann’s drink. “Better yet, get yourself laid. You could use it.”

Hermann feels the oddest sense of whiplash. Just a minute prior, he was about to kiss Newton (and he was pretty sure Newton was going to kiss him back), and now Newton is practically throwing him at another man. Hermann does not want to get anyone’s phone number—he wants to fall asleep in his stiff hotel bed to some absolutely awful science-fiction movie Newton picks out. “Newton,” he says, “weren’t we going to—?”

“No biggie, we can do movie night tomorrow instead,” Newton says. He nudges Hermann’s calf with the toe of his boot, and holds out his cane to him. Hermann feels his heart begin to sink. “I won’t wait up for you. Just give me a heads up if he wants to go back to our place, and I’ll make sure to stay out longer.”

“I’m sure it’ll only take a moment,” Hermann says. He’ll make sure it only takes a moment.

“No biggie,” Newton repeats. He raises his glass to Hermann in a mock toast. “Good luck!”

When Hermann looks back over his shoulder, halfway to the man in the pink shirt, it’s to see Newton’s stool vacant, and the back of Newton’s leather jacket swishing out the bar doors.

[princessofprocrastination]

I Messed Up Didn’t I? (Dream)

MASTERLIST

pairing : dreamwastaken x singer!reader (angst) 

summary : after the breakup, he sees that you’re growing as a singer, while he’s suffering alone, but you don’t think that about him, seeing he’s growing on youtube. 

a/n : you’re replacing gwen in the voice! 

hey! this isn’t going to be the only part! stay tuned for more!

it ended after an argument. he was constantly on his computer, and would forget every important day. from your birthday, to your anniversaries, he forgot them all. 

he even would disregard it, saying it wasn’t important anyway, that everyday could be a special day. that hurt you a lot. you two have been together for a long time and you didn’t want to lose it. you couldn’t afford to lose him, not like this. 

sometimes it felt like he didn’t love you anymore, that he didn’t feel the same anymore. it hurt to see him on his phone, or on discord call with his friends. 

you thought his friends were amazing and supportive, but his friends took away your limited time together, and hurt like a bitch. 

at first, you were okay with his constant video games, knowing that’s his job now, and that he’s been supportive of you, and you should be supportive of him too. 

at first, it had been tough, you brought in the money, paid for the bills, bought groceries since you were making money through music. you weren’t stingy, you are totally fine with spending money for him, but it felt wrong at the same time. 

your mum always told you never settle for a guy, that he would do things for you if he wanted to. and that stuck to you, but you love dream, with everything in you. you couldn’t afford to leave him, to break this long time relationship. 

you two had been there for each other since the roots. and to see it crumble like this hurt a lot. 

he didn’t notice. he didn’t care enough to ask you how your day went anymore. he was too busy on his computer. 

you made the effort. you asked him the usual questions, to which he’s reply with a ‘’m fine’ or simply not answer. you brought him food whenever you notice he’s been skipping meals to sit on his desk. 

you got him a new monitor, gaming chair, a new desk. everything he could’ve ever wanted. if it made him happy, you’d buy it, even if it took time away from you together. 

he didn’t notice how you’re slipping away, barely talking to him, barely even sleeping on the same bed anymore. he didn’t notice the constant emails on your phone. or maybe he did, and he didn’t care. 

he didn’t notice that you two were basically living separate lives in the same house. he didn’t notice that you were thinking about leaving. 

it never occurred to dream that you’d snap one day, that you’d leave him. it never occurred to him that you’d buy your own house one day and leave him, alone in his house. 

it started small, you invited him to go to a dinner you had with your producers. he said he would left out, so you let him be, understanding it completely. 

then you’d ask multiple times for him to just get out of that chair and eat dinner with you, even if it’s just once. you told him you missed him, yet he still pushed you away. 

you didn’t understand where the relationship went wrong. you tried your best to work it out, talk it through, but it seemed like he didn’t even want it anymore, judging by the way he’s acting. 

he says it’s just a part of the relationship, getting comfortable. but you didn’t think getting comfortable meant that you both didn’t talk to each other all day. you didn’t want this type of comfortable. 

“just this once, let’s go get dinner. we can go eat at your favourite place.” you begged him. 

“no, i want to finish editing, can’t you go yourself, maybe bring me takeout?” he replies to you. 

“i could but i just want to spend time with you.” you begged again, almost whining. 

“just go, we spend so much time together anyway.” dream tells you, almost out of anger. 

“we haven-” you tried to say before getting cut off. 

“OMG JUST LEAVE, I’M STRESSED OUT RIGHT NOW, LEAVE” he screams at you. 

“i just-” you tried again, almost crying at that point. 

“LEAVE.” he scolded again. 

you left the room quietly, not wanting a screaming fest to start again. 

you sat on your shared bed. thinking about what went wrong. how did your relationship become this bad. 

you packed a bag. you didn’t care about your clothes, you could always buy new ones. you didn’t bother packing much, just the necessities. 

you walked out the door, grabbing your car keys on your way out. 

as you started you car, you sat there for a while. this was it huh? 

you told yourself that you made the right decision getting a house before this argument came.

you didn’t mean to hide it away from him, in fact, you wanted to bring it up during dinner, but since the dinner invitation didn’t work, you didn’t bother. 

the longer you drove, the more sad you became. tears trickled down your cheeks as you drove silently to a hotel before needing to sit a long drive from florida to california. 

you sat on the hotel bed, thinking about dream. you hated ending it this way. you didn’t even think this would end. you were planning to get married, for god’s sake. 

you cried even more thinking about it. 

you felt alone. but you knew you still had friends who supported you. but it felt like there was a void left unfilled after you left that house.

maybe it’s for the best. 

-

DREAM’S POV

i heard the door close. i heard it all. i heard her packing her stuff. but i don’t know why i didn’t stop her. i was too busy streaming. 

it didn’t hit me until a couple days later. and when the days came, it was too late. 

i knew i messed up. 

when i told george and sapnap, they were furious. they said they warned me before. they asked why i’m not looking for her. 

i told them it’s cause i knew you were no where near me. 

i knew i messed up. 

terribly. 

-

YOUR POV

months went by so quick.

the hold in your chest unhealed. but you knew you needed to get over it. 

you saw twitter, instagram, youtube. you saw that he had been blowing up. 

over 13 million subscribers. you were impressed. you were immensely proud of him. you wish you were there to celebrate it with him. but you weren’t. 

fortunately for you, months after you moved to california, you were offered to be a judge on the voice. 

you didn’t waste a second telling your team to say yes. you grew up watching the voice. and plus, you got to meet the john legend, kelly clarkson and blake sheldon. who would miss that opportunity. 

you spent a while trying to settle down in your new house. it was huge. huge for one person. but you needed it, the time alone. 

you liked it peaceful and quiet, it helped you heal slowly. it helped you to move on. 

you came out with a full album since then, which ended up being a hit. you were super grateful for the love you’ve been getting. 

now, you sat in one of the judges chairs for blind auditions. 

your hairstylist was making sure your hair was fully sprayed and looked good. you made small conversation with her, thanking her for making you look good for the camera. 

there was a camera for each judge. you looked into the one right in front of you and said. “holy shit i can’t believe i’m here.” 

john, who sat next to you laughed at your antics. you glanced at him and gave him a grin. 

“we’re ready.” the producer said to the judges, signaling that they were starting. 

audition after audition, you met amazing artists. 

“you’re amazing and i used my block on john for you. if you didn’t know, he’s a little scary when he’s competitive. i would love for you to be on my team.” you said to an amazing singer you turned your chair for. 

she sung an r&b song, to which got a four chair turn, but you were desperate. you needed her. 

“um, oh my god, this is hard.” she said to us, before choosing her mentor. 

kelly and blake chimed in, making her turn her head to look at them. 

“no. please, don’t listen or look at them, just me.” you said to her, practically begging. 

john laughed at this and said. “holy shit, you’re that desperate?” 

“yes, john, i love her.” you laughed along with the other two judges. 

“well-” the artist started. you crossed your fingers, hoping that she would pick you. you had a good chance as john was blocked. but kelly was good competition too, not counting out blake. 

“i pick.” she paused. 

“oh my god, spit it out already.” i screamed and laughed a little. 

“i pick y/n” she announced. 

“HOLY SHIT YES.” you stood from your chair and jumped a little, excited. 

“you losers.” you told the other three judges. 

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” kelly played along. 

-

blind auditions went along really smoothly. 

you’ve seen your face plastered all over the voice’s instagram and twitter. they even posted a clip of you being excited after getting picked as a mentor for the r&b artist. 

you were having a blast. your family from back home would facetime you and congratulate you or laugh at the stupid things you did on tv. 

what you didn’t know was that dream had seen them all. after all, he hadn’t paid attention to you before, why start now? your little jumps on your judge seat as you waited for the next audition. your little shouts to amazing singers auditioning. 

he was proud, to say the least. 

in this couple of months, he’d seen you grow into a young and successful woman. he was sad that he couldn’t be there to congratulate you through all your achievements. 

but that’s what he gets for abandoning his one and only love. 

at first, he didn’t even look into what you were doing. not until a few weeks after you left, george and sapnap had said something along the lines of your name and you being a judge on the voice. 

them two had been purposely teasing him. they knew that he treated you like absolute shit before you left and they made it a thing to make sure clay knew that. 

you weren’t in contact with dream for obvious reasons but you facetimed george and sapnap constantly, even before and after your shows. 

they had been through it all with you. since you were only a couple years older than nick, you two clicked well together, always talking about tiktok trends and the new lingo. but you don’t count off george for being one of your bestfriends. 

you actually had shown the camera once or twice when you facetimed george and sapnap. well, now the world knew that you three knew each other. they just didn’t know how you three met. 

twitter blew up with lots of hashatgs about you three, talking about ‘when worlds’ collide’.

you thought that was funny. they even asked you to link up and be friends with dream, who you knew was dream, but you’ve always ignored those types of comments. 

you saw the ship comments between you and george. you two would laugh it off and constantly say that you two are just friends. he’s your exes bestfriend, that would be awkward. 

dream saw it all, the facetime calls are all over the internet. your supporters were shocked to see that you knew each other. they didn’t know that dream and you knew each other though. 

he saw that you’ve been ignoring the comments to link up with him. his heart broke at that. but he deserved it. he ignored you for the longest time. now it’s your turn.

his heart broke at the shipping comments between you and george after knowing how often the facetime. 

dream knew he deserved it. he deserved all the pain coming to him. 

he felt grateful of his new, large following on the internet, but it felt like nothing compared to having you in his arms. why had he taken you for granted?

he was determined to see you again, to ask you to come back. he needed you. 

PART TWO!