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n1k1tty · 3 years

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keep it on the down low - nishimura riki

╰─ ever since you were selected as riki’s next partner for his upcoming dance collab, you may or may not have developed feelings for each other. but despite their companies not really supporting dating in their idol's careers, both riki and y/n tried to keep it on the down low. key word: tried

pairings: idol! riki x idol! reader

genre: fluff

It was around 2 am in the morning when you and Riki decided to stay for a little bit more to finish up the first part of the song.

"1 2 3 4, 5 6 7 8" Riki counts as you both move in sync, he smiles at your worn out figure laying down on the ground "tired? we can wrap this up if you want to"

He sits down next to you, handing you his cup of cold water. Your mind secretly going on frantic over his little gesture "Let's just finish this last part and i'm heading home- unless you're tired too-" you sip the water, sitting up.

"-Nah, nah i'm not tired yet" He shakes his head. crap, did that sound too desperate? Riki asks himself, trying his best to not make it seem like he was avoiding your gaze

"Alright then, 2:30 we'll leave" You say, walking towards the table as you place the cup. Riki seriously didn't know how calm and collected you were especially with just the two of you alone, together. No managers, no members, nada.

You start playing the music, feeling yourself getting more exhausted each minute that passed by. Sloppily moving your body with the rhythm. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by Riki.

As the song ended, you both face each other. It was a part of the dance, but your face being barely an inch from Riki's wasn't. You both froze, not knowing what to do. Well, facing a different way was another solution, but neither of you wanted to do that, let's be honest.

At this moment, Riki didn't give a shit.

He grabbed you by the waist, faces inching closer by the second. But before your lips could touch—

“This one is for the boys with the boomin syst— Riki? Y/n?” Heeseung takes a second to blink, eyes refusing to see what he was seeing “I uh, I gotta go. My manager is asking if i’m at home. See you Riki, Bye Heeseung” You hurriedly pack your things, face red from embarrassment and the thought of you and Riki almost kissing.

“Hyung— I can explain—“ Riki walks towards him, trying to grab his hand “—Riki calm down, I wont tell” Heeseung chuckles, patting Riki’s bag “If you don’t know where my airpods are, then go walk her home. She’s not supposed to be out at this hour alone. I’ll take your stuff back to the dorm aight?”

“Oh gosh” you groaned, dragging your feet as you rethink what had happened “What should I do?” You pull your hair.

Just as you were about to turn to the corner you hear him call your name ‘No Riki! This is not the time!’ you panicked, but just before you could act as if you didn’t hear him, he taps you by the shoulder “Riki, just what the hell are you thinking chasing me right at this hour!?” You whisper-yell at him “I was just worried about you walking home at 3 am. Your company sucks for not getting you a driver”

“No I told them I could walk home” You chuckle, in Riki’s eyes you seemed so bothered. Noticing the way you dragged your feet and messy hair “Everything okay?” He asked, facing you

“Riki we’re doomed! Heeseung knows, and maybe dispatch is somewhere out there already taking pictures of us at this mome—”

He giggles “So what?” You gasp, mouth open. You seriously couldn’t believe this kid.

“So what?! Ugh, why do I even put up with you” facepalming as you groan

“Heeseung hyung said he wouldn’t tell, and I don’t care about dispatch, engenes know how close we are and does your fans. They’ll think this is a friendly gesture” Riki reassures you as he looked at the stars, finding peace within your presence.

“So don’t worry okay? Everything will be alright. And if they ever suspect anything, I’ll try to find a way to get us out of it” He stops by your doorstep “Well, this is your dorm, good night y/n—”

Without a thought running through your mind, you pecked Riki Nishimura. Immediately trying to unlock the door “Good night Riki” You smile, squealing once you closed it “I saw that” Ningning smirks. There goes your money.

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It was the following week after your collaboration with Riki was released and so far everything was going great. Both your fans really liked the content you both made, appreciating your talents and especially loved your ‘friendship’

Riki was right, everything was going to be alright. No dispatch and no suspicions from the fans and both companies.

And ever since that night, you and Riki had decided to make it official. Both agreeing to keep it a secret for now until you were both ready.

Thankfully the fans recognized the playful personalities and cherished your friendship, making videos like “Y/n and Riki being chaotic in their (collab) behind” and “Riki and Y/n being the best friends everyone would want” Of course, your companies noticed the sudden increase of popularity for both groups and proposed an idea of having each other in shows, and other things that could possibly make you interact more. Almost immediately, you both were very supportive of the idea and agreed to do more shows.

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You guys had an episode to go to the beach with the other Enhypen members. As you were filming the things that you were packing, Riki knocks on your door “Oh? Riki came~” you cooed, smiling at the sight of his head peaking through the door “Y/n! You’re packing more than necessary” He laughs, looking at the big pile of folded clothes.

After a few minutes, you decided to stop filming. Immediately throwing yourself into Riki’s arms “Are you excited?” you asked, rubbing circles on his back “not really— I mean yeah i kinda am but what if the other members—”

He pouts at the sound of you laughing “No ones gonna steal me Nishimura Riki. If that’s what you’re worried about” you squished his cheeks

“Now help me pick which swim suit I should wear”

“Okay :D” He gladly says, sitting patiently as you start gathering the options.

So far, filming with enhypen was fun, you got to play games in the pool, grill meat, answering mini interviews the other members held, you enjoyed it all.

Of course the trip wouldn’t be complete without you and Riki flirting with each other once in a while. Which caught both your fans attention, posting overly suspicious interactions between you and Riki. Leaving comments like “act surprised when they reveal that they’re dating” and “OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT: Y/n casually wrapping her arms around Riki’s neck while just staring at each other in today’s behind” all around twitter.

Jungwon being active on all social media platforms didn’t help either, resulting to him realizing that you and Riki were more than just friends. Soon enough the other members figure it out as well, silently sitting back and enjoying you both so oblivious towards the fact that everyone knew.

Meanwhile, you and Riki thought you were doing an excellent job at keeping it a secret. While resting on the same bed watching a movie, your manager barges in, shoving the phone into both your faces “Nishimura Riki, care to explain?”

A screenshot of Dispatch tweeting about your guy’s relationship is trending on twitter, following a few screenshots of fans posting about your relationship.

Your heart drops

His manager chuckled, “I already knew. Just came to tell you CEO Bang supports it and would like to have a meeting about confirming it”

Long story short, you both did agree to publicize your relationship and was extremely happy to hear that the fans supported you both

yall, i dont rlly like how i wrote this :( but i rlly missed posting so…. I SWEAR ILL MAKE BETTER ONES. i just need to find my motivation to do so :)

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donaidk · 3 years

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False Confidence - Chapter Eight

This chapter is a bit something else... I wont spoil everything right here but one thing I'm gonna say is I have been rethinking this one a lot, probably even over thinking. In the end it stayed the same and I didn't change much than how I wrote it first. Hope you guys will enjoy it 🧡🤗

TW: stupid ass interviewers, sexism, car crash

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“ Lando, wait. ” I stepped away from the table where Dan was sitting, to catch up to him before I would lose sight of him again. “ Have you… seen my text? ” I asked him, catching up and stopping right in front of him so he wouldn’t just leave me hanging as he did yesterday and the day before.

“ The one you sent while enjoying a night out with a friend, while you just dropped me from going there a day or two prior? ” He asked me, pocketing both of his hands and only looking down at me when he was sure I wouldn’t let him step away. “ Yes. I did. ” He gave the answer to my question although it was rather confusing than explaining.

“ You know why that happened. It wasn’t just my decision. ” I shook my head immediately, not really understanding what he was so wound up about. “ I still wanted to apologize for how I acted since the start. It wasn’t fair as you did nothing to deserve it. It just wasn’t as easy as I hoped it would be. ” I added with a sigh, still looking up at him, although his gaze did not soften one bit.

“ It’s not only you, who has to go through this season. ” He rolled his eyes, already turning away from me. “ Maybe you would realise if you spent time with others too. ” Lando added before turning his back to me and leaving the room through another door. I needed a few seconds to get back to reality and just walk back to my seat.

His reaction wasn’t exactly what I imagined, even though he never really answered my text or never came up to me for a chat. Knowing I did everything to try and correct my mistakes I didn’t let my brain linger on it too much, forcing myself back to the conversation all the team members were having around me. For the rest of the night I mostly stayed at our table, not catching any glimpses of Lando or his immediate crew who I could talk to, which was probably better this way. By the time we called it a night and went back to our rooms I was thankful about how tired my body was. For once it finally didn’t fight me over falling asleep, and instead of letting my mind run on two times speed I finally could get the sufficient amount of sleep for a race day.

Setting my alarm a bit later was the only positive about the first half of the day. My mood was quite average, right until Dan and I had to wait in Lando’s close proximity to breakfast, the awkward atmosphere around us feeling like an irritating itch under my skin, and also seeing several of the reporters who made my life hell once already, listed on the sheet of paper for our pre-race press conference. Usually I could get away with just a few stupid questions, but seeing the amount of names that made me shiver I knew it will be a fierce session. A week ago I would have swallowed the sour pill that represented their prying questions, but since the talk I had with Susie I promised myself they wouldn’t get to play me again.

“ Why are we actually doing these? I just wanna go and drive. “ I puffed out angrily, standing next to Daniel who tried to hold me in one place so my toxic energy wouldn’t spread to everyone. Even though I had every right to feel like this. I could feel my blood boil at the thought of getting asked a bunch of stupid questions in a row. It wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time it happens but I just knew that if today is just a repeat of last time I won’t have enough patience to deal with them.

“ Well, it’s part of our job. You have to give something back to the fans. ” Daniel answered, pulling me back by my arm when I tried to leave, again. “ Winola… just stay, please? ” He turned towards me with his full body and I sighed, giving up. I didn’t care about fighting with Cyril anymore, but Daniel was someone I didn’t want to hurt. He didn’t deserve it.

I decided to stay silent, and keep my fuming to myself for the remainder of our wait, letting Dan finally relax a little. I have been an asshole to anyone since we met up in the morning, as I knew this event was coming up on our schedule for today. By every race the press conferences always got harsher and harsher towards me. They didn’t care if I was showing potential in the previous races or maybe had a bad day and didn’t score points, it was always just plain old bad. It always started off sweet with actually intelligent questions, then something clicked and they all turned into brainless cows, making me dread every question they sent towards me. Watching back the videos of them made me cringe even harder as I could see that everyone around me knew how sexist all the questions were, but they couldn’t do anything. Or more like they didn't want to do anything. Who would get beef going with the media for someone like me? It wasn’t worth it.

“ Just try… not blowing up on them. They’re idiots who don’t deserve to see you in pain. You’re stronger than that. ” He added when the big doors opened up and a lady dressed in pretty elegant clothing invited us inside. I swear her mouth twitched for a second when her eyes landed on me, but she made sure no one else would spot it. I rolled my eyes as we stepped inside and I could spot several of the interviewers who gave me hell the last couple of times already.

I sat down in one of the Renault chairs reluctantly, feeling Daniel’s reassuring touch on the small of my back, although it didn’t help much. I let out a deep sigh as I put on the little microphone and really focused on remembering it’s on me, so I wouldn’t just whisper something into it, that I didn’t want them to hear. I looked at my team mate once more before fully turning forward and waited for all the questions. Luckily they didn’t start with me so I had some time to let all the steam slowly leave me, so I could react to their irritating questionnaire with a cooler head. I even managed to get a tiny little smile on when the boys were joking around, but as soon as I heard my name it faded and I concentrated back on the host. The first one or two were actually usable, real questions, surprising me and even catching me off guard a little. Just as I started relaxing the man who put me through hell during the last event, was called on.

“ Thank you! My question will be for Williams. ” He started making me huff and I saw from the corner of my eye as Daniel shifted in his seat. “ As the season is approaching the end some of us wanted to see a little more behind your decision of signing for Renault. Did you consider others, maybe Racing Point as they have just the car for you thanks to their ’pink’ sponsor? We even had a bet, that I lost, that you would choose them. ” He looked at me with a cocky smile, making me consider manslaughter for a second.

“ I considered every team who gave me a deal. Renault was the first of course, thanks to me being part of their Academy. Also, usually I like to choose by looking into their performance and also seeing what the deal would mean for my career. Guess the color of the livery doesn’t really affect those aspects. ” I surprised myself how coolly I reacted to his shit question and even had enough courage to give him a little smile. “ So no. I didn’t consider going to Racing Point because of their pink car. I think Szafnauer is quite happy with having Pérez and Stroll in his team. ” I added, looking at the mentioned guys for a second and I could see as Lance fought the laugh that wanted to bubble out of him.

My style did shut him up luckily and even if he would have liked to ask another question we had a time limit and had to sadly get to the next guy as he froze in his spot. As the next one was asked from the Red Bull team I dared a look at Daniel for a second and I saw the proud smile on his face that my quite analytic answer caused. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from saying anything and just rather turned back forwards so I could listen to the others until it was back to me again.

“ Yes, as we saw some quite hair raising moments in the last races and even over the years we usually love to see how people in the drivers’ bubbles wish them luck and sit through the races with crossed fingers. We know most of your little circles already but with new drivers every year we’re always curious to get to know their loved ones. ” He started and I already knew this would be about my romantic background. “ Winola, can you let us in on who’s the one that’s fearing for you at home or maybe in the garage, while you battle with these gentlemen on track? ” He turned to me, waiting for my answer and completely ignoring the other drivers who were new to the championship.

For a second I just sat there contemplating how I should respond. “ Well, my family members do watch most of my races but sadly they can’t really travel with me right now. Although, during the last race my mum tried reaching me on FaceTime while I was doing my last lap around the track in free practice. I remember her calling me in the evening again and saying ‘That man, with the big teeth, is so intimidating!’. So if they never come out to a race in the future it’s gonna be because of Daniel. ” I deflected but just couldn’t get the usual masking smile on my face. My private life will always be a sensitive spot for me since the times when fans started a new rumour like everyday if I dared to talk a word to one of the guys that day. Luckily Dan’s and the others’ laugh got them to forget about me not actually answering the question.

“ And also, if you don’t mind me asking one more. ” He tried to get back everyone’s attention, and I almost simply said that I would actually mind. Sadly my sweeter side won and I kept my mouth shut. “ Every one of us has harder days but we all know it can get a little harder for females on certain days during the month. How do you cope with that during these weekends? ” He actually made me almost drop my chin while I looked at him. For a second I was silent, trying to grasp the situation and that he did actually dare to ask something like that in front of 19 guys and even more watching us.

“ I mean, everyone with the minimum amount of brain cells can probably figure out how we deal with it. Mostly I stay focused because I’m here to do my job which includes machines that could end me or anyone else in a millisecond. I don’t think it would matter how I or any other female athlete copes with something like that. ” I pressed on the word female as I always hated if they mentioned me as that instead of a woman or anything less discriminating. Although, there were people for whom it didn’t matter which one they used, it felt like daggers into your side anyway.

Luckily I got a little break from questions so I could collect myself, as the last one really sent me for a spinner. It wasn even that bad of a question, it was just worded so immaturely. In a world where we were fighting for others to not make anything about normal women things disgusting, people like him just held us back and made it even harder. No one would think anyway else about us if they wouldn’t accentuate parts of womanhood like he did. It was just irresponsible and disgusting to ask something like this in a live interview, in a sport where 90% of the athletes and fans were male. In my anger I wanted to get my hands busy as I realised I was picking at my skin as I usually did when I was anxious and rather opened the water bottle in front of me so I could get a sip from it.

“ Winola, could you tell us a little about how you get ready for races? And also if there are any differences in your gear than for example Ricciardo’s that was hard to get used to. ” One man from the back asked, getting me back from my thoughts and for a second I thought I would get an actual question, but I quickly got disappointed.

“ I don’t really know what you mean by differences. I mean I just hope you don’t want me to say the ‘oh yeah, well I wear bras and can’t really just change in front of everyone, as the guys always do’ monologue. That would be a waste of a question as everyone knows the differences between our equipment. ” I furrowed my brows at him and couldn’t help my next comment. “ Or maybe you just didn’t see anyone like that yet and didn’t know. I’m actually sorry if that’s the case. ” I leaned back in my chair, feeling quite naked in front of everyone’s eyes after that question, while the room went silent for a second, before the host quickly got another question going.

I was almost at the point of just exploding and couldn’t understand how they couldn’t see my frustration in connection with all of their ideas of questions. Or maybe they saw it they just didn’t care because they only thought about the money my answers would bring them. I wouldn’t actually be surprised. But at the point where if looks could have killed I would have been a serial killer, someone still dared standing up, calling me by my first name and continuing their stupid interrogation. I lost the remainder of my cool at his first words.

“ How do you, as a woman, deal with all the strategies? Isn’t it difficult for you to understand them and at the same time remember all the buttons on the steering wheel? ” He finished up, while I knew my head was getting redder and redder until I probably looked like a proper tomato.

“ I don’t know what some people think about us. Are we considered stupid just because we have more fat on our chest and higher voices or what is it? Because I come here after completing the minimum level of education someone should get and I’m just dumbfounded by these questions?! I never thought of myself as a genius, but among you I actually think most of the F1 drivers and I possess some kind of a superpower to be actual decent human beings. ” I looked at him, completely letting go of my self control. “ You know, I was scared everyone, maybe even my team mate, would look down on me just because of my gender. But the only group of people who make my career here hell are you guys who can only think of the money these answers will get you. You make everyone think of women like toys and tools you can use, just because you want to make your pockets heavier. ” I added standing up the next second. “ Is there anyone who is here from a proper sport publication and wants to ask me a question about the race or the sport? Because I think we had enough of the usual Playboy and Celeb Story questions. ” I added looking around for someone to answer my question now but no one dared speaking up. “ Then sorry, but I won’t take part in this anymore. Thank you for the few actually thought out questions. Bye. ” I ripped the mic off myself before taking my water bottle and leaving the room as my manager already opened the door for me. He knew there was no chance of stopping me.

“ We have about two hours before the start. I’ll have to talk with Cyril and the team, you just try to stay away from any camera or TV presentator. ” He gave me my phone and AirPods while we walked through the hallway that led us to the paddocks. “ They won’t be happy with today, but I’m sure they will understand in a bit of time. ” He sighed out, making me shake my head.

“ Well, I’m not happy with the last couple of weeks either. ” I shrugged, plugging my ears before I said anything wrong to the people I actually cared about. Even though I loved them, in moments like these my anger was just over a level where it didn’t matter who was in front of me, I would make them feel like hell. I exited the building with my head hanging lower as I saw all the photographers outside, who were all surprised to see someone leave so early.

The first time I could relax a little bit was when I stepped inside my own room, locking the door on myself, and laid down on the massage bed. I knew probably no one would need me for at least another hour as after the press conference we were always needed for personal interviews with different sport tv channels. For a second I debated goin gon social media and in the end just pushed my phone away from myself, so I wouldn’t search up anything that could fuck up my head again. I was gone enough already, I didn’t need to see even more bad words about how disrespectful I was and how I behaved. Having to sit through another of Cyril’s lectures about holding our anger inside will be enough. Just minutes later I heard footsteps from outside but didn’t really think anything of it, as sometimes mechanics need to make last second changes to how our equipment is laid out for the race.

Half an hour later Mark came back so we could do our usual pre-race stretches and some more, to help me relax a little bit. I could feel all the tension in my body and how Mark actually had to fight every little bit of muscle I had, to get it out of them, having to go back to one part twice or even three times. I liked to catch up on comments during sessions with him, but now I was just laying there, with my eyes closed and I was happy that we had some more time than we usually did. I was sitting up to change positions and turn on my back when he gave me my phone. I pulled out one of my AirPods, after I stopped the music playing in them, and reluctantly started the video that was a playback from the conference. I knew he wouldn’t make me watch something that messed my head up, so I trusted his choice of showing this to me. It was starting from right after I left as the camera just changed back from the closing doors and I was nowhere to be found. The room was silent as the guys looked at each other and then back at the host.

In the next second Lando started moving around and I thought he’s just fixing the wires around his ear, but then he took off the mic while standing up, and without a word left the room just as I did a second earlier. If that wasn’t enough, slowly everyone started getting out of the mics, putting them down on the little table in front of them before following suit and exiting the conference room, leaving all the interviewers and host completely dumbfounded. The camera swiftly turned toward the presenter who tried saving the moment by doing her usual closing sentences but everyone knew it wouldn't look normal. I watched as the screen turned black and the video ended making me look up at Mark with wide eyes.

“ They’re good people. ” He simply said while going through my calves with his fingers. I let out a sigh, knowing I probably didn’t deserve their support. Also didn’t really understand how Lando went from ignoring me and my messages to showing support towards me so publicly. It wasn’t that simple as just leaving an interview as they would also get backlash from the fans who didn’t like me and didn’t think I deserve any sympathy.

“ They are… no doubt. ” I agreed, looking down at the phone again and a small smile got on my face, even though I knew this wouldn’t solve everything and I would still need to fight for what people thought about me. Seeing all of them support me and my decision was heartwarming, and I was honoured to call all of them my colleagues but most importantly my friends.

“ You can have a nap if you want to. I’ll wake you up in time for the last steps. ” He started packing up his equipment, handing me a towel so I can get the residual massage oil off my arms, legs and back before laying back down.

I tuned on a video from YouTube but didn’t fight my eyes closing as I knew I would just feel even more tired if I don’t let myself sleep now. It was maybe two minutes into the video when I fell asleep and it was playing one from another side of the platform when they woke me up so I can do some last exercises and change into my fireproofs and race suit. I quickly got my hair in a braid so it won’t be in the way under a balaclava and the helmet later. Cyril was focused on something else but as soon as I entered he sent me an encouraging smile before sending me to my team to get the latest data and info of the weather and have one last summed up talk about the track and what we wanna do. I still felt the frustration in my mind and body but I was calm on the outside and that is what mattered now, so the team would be calm and do their own tasks perfectly.

I stayed in as long as they didn’t need me, as I just wanted to be alone. I went to the grid to get the usual photo but as soon as it was ready without a look at anyone I just went back to our garage to get my helmet ready and have one last look at the papers of the track. Luckily no one needed me from the team and I could just stay focused on the real task ahead of us.

“ Good luck! ” Daniel came up to me with his arms wide open, and I gladly went for the hug, letting him squeeze me before I stepped back to my helmet.

“ You too. Hunt down that podium. ” I told him with a little smile, lifting my helmet and pulling it over my head, getting the buckle clasped. With one last fist bump we went to our own cars, climbing in finally and getting ready for the start.

With the engines on we waited for the start sign and then I was the first one out, leaving the garage behind and following the other cars down the pit lane and out onto the track. We went half a lap before stopping in the earned positions and turning everything off again. The weather was actually nice, not too hot but there wasn’t any rain to be happening either. Usually when we were lucky enough to get to really see the sun it was messed up by rain or maybe tornado like wind all around the track. But today looked perfect in every aspect other than how I felt inside. We had time for one last radio check, making sure it was working, not like last time, before every crew member left the track and we were a minute away from starting.

The start went perfectly, making it possible for me to get from P12 up to right behind Carlos and then after the next corner thanks to him not seeing me properly I could get in front of him and try catching Lando. My first bad feelings subsided until the 25th lap where somehow I just started messing up my breaking points, getting me to lose 2 positions. It left me with fighting for my starting position for a whole lap as everytime I would get a gap between myself and the Ferrari, he would gain it all back in the corners as I always went too far and struggled to turn in the speed I needed to keep up so that I would be the one in the lead in the exits.

“ We would rather lose a position than the car, Winola. ” I heard Aaron in my ear as we came to the finish line on lap 27 and crossed it.

“ I know. It’s just like I can’t find where to break. The usual line just doesn’t work. ” I answered as I messed up the next corner again, now for the third lap in a row. I didn’t understand what’s happening right until we got to the 7th corner and it all dawned on me.

With the straight right before the turn I was going far too quick to realise it in time that my brakes gave out completely. I was already off the track sideways and in the gravel when I finally understood what was happening. I could feel the wheels get stuck in the softer ground, but I didn’t even manage to brace myself for the hit I got from the tyre wall as soon as the car went into it full speed and already upside down. My ears were ringing when I finally felt everything stop and the air fill my lungs after everything squeezed out of me during the impact. My head leaned back on the headrest, giving myself a second to take some deep breaths before I would have to start thinking about getting out of the car, or more like wreckage as I was pretty sure there wasn’t any connection between several parts of the car anymore.

“ Winola, are you okay? Please say something if you hear me. ” The radio came back on, making me clear my throat with a cough or two.

“ I’m fine. ” I briefly replied, raising my hands from my sides to get the steering wheel off and letting it fall out of the cockpit. My hands were shaking, both from the shock that went through my body during the crash, and also from the frustration I felt for losing out on a chance to get points after everything that happened before the race. Even more as I grasped that this wasn’t my mistake, I didn’t do anything that would make the brakes fail. “ I had no brakes. None. ” I added, getting myself unplugged and the seatbelts off as with one hand I tried to keep myself from just falling out.

I slowly climbed out of the wreck, staying in a kneeling position next to the body, looking at all the damage that was made to the body and all the wheels. With a frustrated sigh I got my helmet off, pushing the balaclava off my head, while sitting down on the underside of the body as I got dizzy all of a sudden. Looking up a little with my head in my hands I could see the medical car arriving at the site, and I sat up straighter as one of the doctors came to check me. I told him I was dizzy but felt no pain other than a little soreness in my neck and back and luckily he didn’t feel like I had to get too much patient care. They took me back to the medical room, examining me once again to make sure before leaving me to my own trainer, who knew quite well what to do about smaller crash injuries.

It was during our walk back to the garage when everything hit me once again and I realised after everything people said about me because of my answers in the conference room I just gave them even more reasons to show that I shouldn’t have a place in this championship. I wiped my eyes as we went through the gates but then just let my tears fall as I felt like it didn’t matter anymore, I was already in a situation that I couldn’t fix by myself. I just didn’t care anymore, not even when I knew we were passing photographers. Mark tried standing in the middle to shield me from questioning stares and all the cameras, even though both of us knew it wouldn’t help a lot. When we finally got back to the garage I immediately sat down next to Aaron to watch the race while Mark got me some ice packs for my neck.

I slowly clapped when Daniel crossed the line in P4, knowing he would be frustrated about missing the podium but still being happy about his performance. I was proud of him, but the pain made me remain in my seat as the team went outside to celebrate with him. The screens showed as they came back into the pit, parking down the cars before they got out so they could hug their crewmembers with wide grins. I watched as the first three stepped onto the podium and opened the champagne, soaking everyone in the liquid after the usual music started. It was strange to see all the happiness while disappointment was eating me up from the inside. I was happy for the team getting closer and closer, but it didn’t help my real feelings.

While they were chatting outside I went back to my room to change into normal clothing so I could leave for the analyzing talk as soon as possible. However as I entered the garage Cyril ordered me to go back to the hotel and rest, saying we will catch up on work tomorrow if I’m really fine and pain-free. I was relieved as my back was slowly killing me even sitting down, and I didn’t know how much I could concentrate on all the information they got from looking at the car and watching back footage. So I gladly took his offer and we got into one of our cars that took me and Mark back to the hotel. We quickly said our goodbyes, with him promising he will check up on me in the morning, before entering our own rooms.

As I stepped inside with a sigh I dropped my backpack onto the floor, next to my kicked off shoes. Turning towards the co-joined living- and bedroom I saw a trolly full of covered plates that I didn’t recognize. Standing next to it I suspected that maybe the team planned it so I would have a little surprise as I got back. Taking my phone out I went to call Cyril as I pulled some of the plates to one side to get the little envelope out from under them. As soon as the envelope was open and I could read the writing on it I immediately forgot about my phone. I recognised the handwriting immediately and couldn’t help a small smile getting on my face as I finished the last sentence on the paper. My finger was already back on the screen of my device, but a knock on my door disturbing my thoughts as I put my phone back down again. What I was expecting wasn’t really who I found on the other side of the door, looking right back at me with his dishevelled look.

“ Hello. I just read your note. ” I told him, staying mostly in the doorway as I didn’t know what he was here for. Of course I read his apology and knew it wasn’t just a joke or something he wanted to use as a quickfix, but I was still unsure about us having a conversation without another argument. “ Can we promise each other that we will just talk it through before getting angry or frustrated about anything? And that’s just as for me as you. We both fucked up. ” I asked him and it seemed like he had the same thought as he didn’t need more than a second to nod at my offer.

“ Yes, we should. I’m truly sorry about the things I said. Wasn’t really thinking about how it must have made you feel and how you were already in a difficult situation. ” He let out a sigh, my faint smile getting a bit wider. I didn’t really wait longer and stepped aside, hoping he would get the idea and step inside the room. “ Hope you didn’t eat yet, because I for sure can’t finish all of this alone. ” I closed the door behind him, putting my phone out of the way as I followed him inside to the trolley.

“ That was the plan, or idea as I didn’t know how you would feel about it. ” Lando let out a sigh, stopping in the middle of the living room, waiting for me to get next to him. “ I would love to put everything just behind us, but at the same time there are things that need talking through, not just forgetting. ” He seemed to loosen up as I put the plate covers away, giving him the chance to choose something for his own dinner.

“ Yeah, before it gets even worse. I’m sorry for ignoring you and pushing you away. You did nothing wrong, it was just… me thinking I would be better off on my own. ” I shook my head, sitting down on the big sofa, leaving quite enough space for him.

“ You can hardly stay sane alone. I didn’t understand what your plan was with staying away from mostly anyone but Dan. But I feel like I understand now with today’s shitshow. ” He sat down across from me, holding up his plate but still looking at me. “ I won’t lie, I felt betrayed by how you gave quite a different picture of us to the media than what the reality was, but I understand it more now. The eyes of the cameras and the people behind them make everything complicated. ” He voiced my exact thoughts, and I could only nod in agreement with him.

“ They had enough to analyze about my driving and who I actually am. I was never the type who was comfortable with living so publicly, even though I know it’s a big part of this sport. ” I told him, even though I knew opening up about everything in the middle of a season to a rival wasn’t something on my schedule. Even if it was Lando sitting next to me, both of us knew what to keep from the other while we were still well into the working part of our year. “ I didn’t want to give them anything to grip onto in connection with my life off the track. ” I shook my head a little, diving into the plate of food in my hand and already feeling a bit better with how there wasn’t any bad energy between us.

“ Sadly, they are the ones who know the least about our jobs but at the same time talk the most about it. That’s why they bring up our lives outside the sport, as it’s easier to talk about and criticise. ” He shrugged a little and I knew he understood my situation as he went through it in his first season too. It wasn’t easy for anyone to change from a quite chilled F3 and F2 atmosphere to the F1 one that was followed by twice the amount of fans around the world. It was a step that would be unimaginable to make alone, without anyone supporting you from behind.

Spending time together again did take away a huge chunk of my anxiety, Lando having a calming effect on my always overthinking brain. I did take a little break from social media pages for the next two races, focusing fully on acting normally and really trying to use all the tips Susie, Nyck and even Lando gave me, after trying but failing for half a season. It was time for me to find the balance and not just hide behind everything I just could to get out of the sight of the media. The first time I got back to the sites was after Dan’s podium, congratulating him on his race and just giving some life signs of my own as I planned on getting back to posting as I did before, without really paying any attention to outside opinions. I knew I was capable of doing it, but I wanted it to be permanent from now on ‘till at least the end of the season.

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writingchalamet · 4 years

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Oblivious

squishybebe: said to writingchalamet:

Hii, could you do a Timothee imagine where you're his costar and he has a crush on you, and you're doing a interview together and the interviewer is being very flirty and checking you out and you're oblivious to it

A/n: I hope this is up to standard, sorry I haven’t written in a while so it might be a bit rusty. 1.1k wordcount - she’s short for me I know

You fiddled with the wire of your newly accustomed microphone, slightly shifting on the sofa. You had a habit for fidgeting when you got nervous, a trait that Timmy had grown to adore in you. He lightly bumped his knees with you, turning your head to receive his warm smile, he brushed his head against your shoulder causing a soft laugh to fall from your lips.

You brushed a fallen curl out of his eyes when his head returned to its normal upwardly position, giving him a cheeky grin. “Are you nervous Y/n?” he tilted his head to the side eyes softening when they met your gaze. “A little bit, I never know what’s gonna come out of my mouth when I get put on the spot” you both let out a gentle laugh but it was cut short by the interviewer stepping onto the set.

“Hello it’s lovely to meet you guys, I’m Ryan I’ll be interviewing you today” He strode towards you both, standing from your chairs, he shook Timmy’s hand giving him a pleasant smile, Timothée noticed when he took his hand in yours for a shake he held it just a second too long. “I’m a very big fan, and I think you’re beautiful” Timmy awkwardly cleared his throat sitting back on the sofa. “Oh wow thank you, are we starting?” slipping your hand out of his and taking your seat back next to Timmy, this time subconsciously you managed to park yourself a couple of inches closer.

Timothée couldn’t help but let out the tiniest snigger at the fact you dismissed his compliment without even realising. “ Yeah I think we’re ready to go” Ryan nodded towards the producers and camera men before starting.

“Hi I’m Ryan Bradshaw and today I have the very talented duo, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N L/n with me here promoting their new movie ‘Falling’ now Timothée can you tell us a little bit about the film?” Ryan nods towards Timmy. You notice Timothée’s eyes light up as he speaks he leans forwards pulling his fingers through his hair.

“It’s about two people who are struggling to find themselves, and dealing with everyday hardships like poverty, having to work 3 jobs just to get by and.. uh poor mental health and alcoholism. It’s about those people finding each other and forming this undeniable connection, and you really get to see them grow together and it’s really quite beautiful” Timothée by glancing slightly towards you and giving you a warm smile, which you return.

“And Y/n, you guys had quite an intimate scene to shoot, which you look great in by the way, how did you find shooting those scenes?” You snorted a little not really knowing where the question came from, you noticed Timmy’s eyes had widened a nervous chuckle fell from his lips. “Well it’s something I'd never done before so I was incredibly anxious before our first day of shooting those scenes, but you know Timmy was very respectful and was always quick to cover me up with a blanket or robe when the cameras stopped rolling, so working with someone so kind really helped ease my nerves.” You again turn your head towards him and smile eyes lingering on each other before the interviewing draws you back for another question.

“Timothée what was your favourite scene to film?” There was a slight pause where he was clearing thinking, his lips were pursed, head tilted back with his eyes squinting in concentration. “Oh! probably the lake scene!” He jumped forwards in sudden excited eyes widened “Yes!” you called out in agreement. “Okay I wont say too much because, spoilers, but there’s this one scene where we went on a date to this lake and there was a rope swing, and it was also a really beautiful day out, and it was just so fun in-between takes of us messing around on the rope swing and diving into the lake, yeah that was fun” he sat back in his chair with a sigh. You nodding your head a big smile on your face at the thought of the memory.

“Would that be your ideal date?” Ryan directed the question towards you, you let out a breath “Um, you know I’ve never been one to want anything too fancy or extravagant, I just like sitting on the sofa, watching movies and eating pizza, you can always tell you’ve found a good one when they just wanna be real with you and there’s no stress.”

Ryans’ eyes lit up for a second while you spoke and Timmy noticed rolling his eyes. He continued to question the two of you for another half an hour before the interview was drawn to a close. “Thank you so much for joining me today, the film is amazing and you’re truly spectacular in it, Falling will be released in cinemas in December so watch out for that, I’m Ryan Bradshaw thanks for watching.” You heard a camera man shout clear somewhere in the background you quickly stood from your chair growing uncomfortable of the microphone pack digging into your back. Ryan made his way over to you once more, “Thank you so much for today it was an honour meeting you, and if you’re ever in Denver..”

“Yeah thanks it was really fun, and yeah I’m sure my publicist can set up another interview for the next time I’m here, bye lovely meeting you!” You walked back over to where Timmy was standing with a smug smile on his face. He made a hissing sound and scrunched up his face before talking “oof that cut deep” shaking his head laughing. “What are you talking about?” raising your eyebrows not having a clue what the man was talking about.

“He was hitting on you so hard throughout the entire interview, and when he just asked you on a date you told him your publicist would be in touch to set up another interview, that's gonna sting” he laughed, you slapped the back of your hand against his shoulder, “he was not flirting with me I would have noticed!” you shook your head.

“No you wouldn’t you’re oblivious enough to the fact I’ve been flirting with you for 7 months while shooting and promoting a film so why would you notice and interviewer flirting with you” he stuck his tongue inside cheek wiggling his eyebrows at you, you just stared at him feeling as if your heart was about to burst out of chest at the rate it was hammering. “I-I um.” a short breath passed through your nose. Timothée took two small steps towards you almost enclosing the space between you. Your breath hitched caught in your throat you could have choked on your spit at the sight of his lips inches away from yours. he tucked a lose strand of your hair away from your face, much like you had done earlier on in the day. His fingers continued to brush against the soft skin of your cheek, a heart warming smile on his face.

“So pizza and a movie?”

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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I am not feeling very good again. Its mostly my mouth. I am going to have to call the dentist. I do not want to. But I have to. Even just to get like. Antibiotics for the stupid bunc on my gums that wont go away. Cause now its pushing on my cheek and wont go away and its all I can think about.

But today wasnt a bad day. I slept alright I guess. But I didnt want to be awake. I didnt want to do much of anything. But I felt very cute and that helped my spirits a bit.

James was sad today though. So I kept coming in and kissing their head. Trying to give them some positivity. I had wanted to work on my bears more but it was very cold in here so I didnt want to do much. Instead I worked on the styling project that the job I interviewed for wanted me to do. Its like a practice one. It was fun. It took me about an hour, mostly because I was trouble shooting the website and learning things. But I had fun. It was a good time. I felt like I did a pretty good job overall.

I made some noodles but they took to long to cool so I brought them in a thermos with me. Worked out, as they would still be hot when the kids had snack at 230. But at 1140 I got myself together and headed out.

It was chilly today. Just another windy day. The rain stayed away at least.

And work was pretty good. The boys were a little more riled up. But they did their work and for the most part it was all good. We had one big meltdown with one of the little ones but as soon as I got him to use his words we were able to fix it right away. So I told him, if you tell me and use your words and done whine at me like a cow, I can (and will!!) help you! But I understand, he's a little guy, with big emotions. Cant always be helped.

We did another project about the life of the bean plant. And talked about pollinators and the different kinds that exist. We were most surprised by the ant I think.

After that we had a half hour of quiet. Because honestly all the adults were falling apart. So we had some time to read and chill, and the little kids were so cute trying to read their books but really just making up a story based on the illustrations. It was very cute.

We finished up the day with some gym time and some hanging out. And soon they were all picked up and I could go home.

I had been a little upset that fedex delivered a package but left it outside out building. James was able to go get it but it was out there for almost an hour. Thankfully the box said "BARF" on the side? It was actually a cover for our couch. Which I like but doesnt fit over the arm pillows so that is a little disappointing. It works for now at least. I want to get new throw pillows anyway so well see what happens.

James made me dinner when they were done work. And I played animal crossing for a bit while they biked to the store and to see a friend for an hour. And then they were home.

Weve basically just been chilling since then. I painted James's toes. And I have tried to feel alright. I hope that I can just fall asleep quick and not feel so stressed about the pain my head is in.

I am looking forward to a day off. Lets wish for an easy time. Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourselves.

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general-rusty · 5 years

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Hazbin AU Swap

Alastor the host to hell's 6th most popular radio station, out got of him apartment to see the ruins from his balcony. He clears his throat and started to sing.

Chasing Happiness ♪ At the end of the journey there's happiness ♪ ♪ And to find it, how often I’ve tried ♪ ♪ But my life is a race ♪ ♪ Just a wild goose chase ♪ ♪ And my hopes, they were just a lie♪ ♪ Why have I always been a failure ♪ ♪ What could the reason be ♪ ♪ I wonder if the world's to blame ♪ ♪ I wonder if it could be me ♪ ♪ I'm always looking for hope♪ ♪ searching them with my tears♪ ♪ My schemes are just like all my dreams ♪ ♪ Ending every year♪ ♪ Some fellows look and find the sunshine ♪ ♪ I always look and find the rain ♪ ♪ Some fellows make a winning sometime ♪ ♪ I never even make the game ♪ ♪ Believe me ♪ ♪ I'm always looking for hope♪ ♪ Waiting to find the happiness♪ ♪ In vain ♪

In the streets of Hell

A Demon falls from the sky and lands on the ground. "Oh, I’m alive. I’m alive!" He said

A motorcycle runs him over and stop to drop off a leatherjacket wearing Niffty. "Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff." A male raccoon demon said.

"Yeah, yeah, listen. Keep this discreet, hear me? I can’t let it get out I’m offering my services to creeps on the street. It was a quick cash grab, ya got it?" Niffty said

The Raccoon scoffs, "Whatever you say, slut!" He laughs

"Ouch, ooh, such an insult! Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me you sack of poorly packaged horse shit. Tell the mrs' I said hi. Schnookums." Niffty quipped

The motorcycle rides off

Niffty brush the dust off of herself. A hooded demon grab the cash out of Niffty's hand "Yoink!"

"Hey!" Niffty shouted

"Up yours, midget!" The hooded demon shouted. A rock falls onto the hooded demon.

Niffty gasps, "Oh my god! My money! Dang it!" She shouted

Up on Ms Cherri's ship.

"HAHAHA! THOSE WEAK SINNERS WONT DARE TOUCH MY TERRITORY OF DESTRUCTION! A WISE DECISION, THE POWER OF MY EXPLOSIVES ARE UNMATCHED! NOW ONE, ONE COULD COMPARE TO THE LIKENESS OF I!" Ms Cherri laughed. Cherri now wears a ugly red pantsuit.

"Gee, that is pretty good, boss!" One of Cherri's cherryboi yuppie minions said

"Yeah! You really showed them what for!" another Cherryboi said

"I loved it when you blow them up them with your grenade launcher." said a Cherryboi

"I wish she’d shoot me with her grenade launcher." cried a Cherryboi

Another Cherryboy pat his Cherrybrother's back.

"IN A FEW DAYS ILL DESTROY THE ENTIRE EAST SIDE OF THE PENTAGRAM! HELL WILL BE RUINED! AND EVERY ONE WILL FEAR THE NAME OF MS. CH-" Ms Cherri yelled.

"SSSLUT!" A wise guy shouted.

"DAFUQ!? WHO SAID THAT! WHAT DID YOU SAID SHITTY EXCUSE FOR A FRUIT!? SPEAK THE FUCK UP!" Cherri threatened.

A explosive egg bot was YEETED through the windshield and explodes in front of everyone.

Pentious now in patches and his top hat is a now flat cap, jumps through the hole in the windshield, "You looking for a fight, filthy whore? why won't you take your little whore house nonsense of my territory before I sssmasssh it." a support beam falls on to a cherryboi. "more..." Pentious threatened.

"OH YOU WANNA GO GRANDPA!? I HOPE YOU LIKE GUNPOWDER BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU WILL GET!" Cherri shouted while her Cherrybois surround Pentious.

The morning report. Two demons were at the desk. A oppressive suited man with white combed to the side hair and a gasmask for a face. And a frail white blonde woman with red eyes. "Good afternoon! I’m Tommy Trench." Tommy announced.

"And I’m Kate Killjoy. Chaos at a pentagram city today as a turf war is raging on the east side. Between notable Queen pin Ms Cherri Bomb and self-proclaimed wise guy Pentious." Kate reported.

"That’s right Kate! After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!" Tommy reported.

"Those two seem to really be going at it, huh?" Kate repiled.

"Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!" Tommy pulls a tooth and nail out of the mug, place them on the desk, and smash them with his fist.

"And I’d sure love to get my hot spot nailed by him." Kate giggles.

Tommy chuckles, "You sure are a big pussy whore, Kate. Or should I say-" Tommy pours coffee onto Kate's crotch -Burnt Pussy."

"Not again!" Kate cried. Kate curled up in pain.

"Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the host of Hell’s 6th most popular radio, who’s here to discuss his brand-new passion project! All that and more, after the break!" Tommy crushes the mug. "Suck it up you little bi-"

Backstage.

Alastor now a lot more tender and tweak like, and Husk which is wearing a withered red and black leisure suit. "Okay. You remember what to say?" Husk ask.

Alastor took a deep breath. "Okay! Let’s do this!"

"Look at me, and I’ll mouth it to you." Husk said.

"Come on, Husker! I know all of the currant slang terms! I just feel like we need to- I don’t know, make things sound more glamour and darb-" Alastor gasp, "Oh! What if I-"

"-sing a song about it?" Husk said.

Alastor chuckles, "You knew I was gonna say that."

"Because you're like a book. But please don’t fucking sing. This is serious." Husk stated

"Well you know, I’m better at expressing myself and my goals through song! It's my job after all." Alastor said.

"But this isn’t like the radio, Al." Husk

"Okay I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improve skills." Alastor said with a southern bell accent.

Now with Tommy Trench.

Alastor walks up to Tommy. "Hi! I’m Alastor." holds out his hand.

"Tommy Trench." Tommy drops the cigarette and stomps on it. "I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but that's a horseshit lie. You can put that away." Alastor pulls his hand back. "I don’t touch the mixes. I have standards."

"Yeah? How’s uh- how’s that working out for ya?" Alastor asked while a support beam falls down onto a crewman. "Can someone help me!" the crewman screamed in pain.

"Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short. We’re not here because we wanted you here, you’re here because Rodney couldn’t make it for his dating show."

Alastor looked past Tommy's shoulder to see Kate rolling her eyes.

"You might be some radio bigshot, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying fuck about what some tux-wearing F list radio host wants to advertise." Tommy got into Alastor's face.

"But I-" Alastor stuttered.

"-So don’t get funny with me buddy, or I will fucking end you." Tommy threatened.

"And we’re live!" A crewman shouted.

Tommy ran back to his seat and Alastor walks to his seat. "Welcome back! So, Alex-" Alastor interrupts, "It’s Alastor."

"Whatever. Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!" Tommy grips the handgun in his jacket.

Alastor clears his throat, "As most of you know, I have been here in Hell since 1933, and if you remember life wasn't easy back then, but as you can see life is a lot worse here than it was there. I always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home, and you are my people. We-" Tommy shoots a bug with that handgun. Blood splashes onto Alastor's face. "We just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given a chance! I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through… redemption? Well I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!" Alastor announce.

...

"Y’know? ‘Cause hotels are for people passing through… temporarily."

In a dive bar in the hick part of hell. A bear demon laughes, "Is this guy for real? He thinks, you hear what this city boy thinks? he-' short laugh "-Oh, he’s nuts."

The camera man spoke up. "Stupid nig-"

Husk uppercuts the camera man.

"Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do. Maybe I’m not getting through to you." Alastor said

Husk sighs "Oh no."

Alastor snaps his fingers to bring his jazz band in.

♪ We have a dream ♪ ♪ We wish to tell ♪ ♪ And it’s just ball ♪ ♪ ‘Cause you’re one of a kind ♪ ♪ A charming demon belle! ♪ ♪ Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell ♪ ♪ (Take it, boys!) ♪ ♪ (Boo!) ♪ ♪ Inside of every demon is a cause ♪ ♪ We’ll dress ‘em up and give them a smile! ♪ ♪ (With a smile!) ♪ ♪ And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool ♪ ♪ With some old redemption flair ♪ ♪ And show these guys some proper class and style! ♪ ♪ (What’s in style?) ♪ ♪ (Oh!) ♪ ♪ Here below the ground ♪ ♪ I’m sure your plan is sound! ♪ ♪ They’ll spend a little time ♪ ♪ Down at this Happy Ho-- ♪

Random demon: "Shut the fuck up! That is shit!"

Everyone laughs uncontrollably.

"What in the nine circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good just… because?" Tommy and Kate laughs.

"Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and she’s shown incredible progress!" Alastor shouted

"Oh? And who might that be?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, just someone named… Niffty." Alastor replied.

"The porn star?" Kate asked.

Tommy slowly turns around pointing that handgun at Kate. "You fucking would, Kate." Tommy turns back around. "In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube."

"Oh, I beg to differ. She’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for 2 weeks now." Alastor replied.

"Breaking news!" Shouted a crewman

Tommy pushed Alastor away. "We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go to the live feed!"

Shows Niffty kicking Cherryboi ass.

"Di Mi!." Alastor whispered.

"Dee Me indeed! It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than-" gasp "-porn actress Niffty! What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid right now." Tommy said

Tommy and Kate laugh. "Ratings!"

Alastor gasped, "Don’t look at this!" He tried to hid the window on the greenscreen.

"Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival. Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah? Well- how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Dick?!" Alastor shouted.

Tommy went silent.

Alastor nervously laughs, "Sorry." Put the pen back.

Kate runs away while Tommy got the flamethrower

Back in the streets

"Hey thanks for the backup, Niffts!" Pentious shouted.

"You kiddin'? This is the best action I've seen in ages!" Niffty replied.

Pentious throws a egg bomb. "Where have you been anyways? I thought you died or something."

"Oh I wish! I've been staying at this dirty hotel on the other side of town. Some guys let me stay rent free if I play nice His words, not mine. These assholes are no fun! I’ve been clean for two weeks!" Niffty answered.

"Holy crap." Pentious replied.

"Well, sorta clean. As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder." Niffty replied.

Cherri whips and ties Niffty up in a vine.

"Oh, harder mommy!" Niffty moaned.

Cherri gasp, "Daughter?!"

Niffty raise the brow in a "Da fuck?" way.

"You douches have no style! In war, the side remembered is the side with the most style." Cherri pop her collar up.

"Or the side that ain’t 6 feet under." Pentious replied.

"Speaking of style, what's up with the colors, it's red this and red that. Is it that time of the month?" Pentious quipped.

"Oh, well, that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?" Cherri shouted.

"Oh yeah we're not suppose to talk about that." Niffty quipped.

"I’m going to blow you to bits!" Cherri threatened.

"Hm! Kinky!" Niffty quipped.

"Oh, not like that! creep!" Cherri replied.

Cherriyboi shoots at Niffty with a vine net gun.

"Not so cocky now, are we?" Cherri threatened.

"Y’know, you really gotta watch what comes out of your mouth. I’ve been making these sex jokes the whole-" Cherri pulls out a smg "-TIME! And it’s obvious ya ain’t catchin’ on-" Niffty kicks Cherri, takes her gun and shoots at the Cherryboi. "-I mean, it’s just SAD!

"So think you’re gonna get in a lot of trouble for this?" Pentious asked.

"Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?" Niffty asked.

Back in the newsroom.

Alastor and Tommy are going at it fisticuffs, while the flamethrower is blowing fire to the right of the desk.

Kate runs into view of the camera while on fire. "Why won’t anyone help me?!" She screams.

Back in the streets. "Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite gal to party with!" Pentious shouted.

"You know it, you slimy snake. You ready to finish this?" Niffty asked.

"Hell yeah, baby." Pentious answered.

Niffty, Pentious, Ms Cherri, CherryBois, Alastor, Tommy, and Kate yelling in a 4 screen split.

In the Limo driving to the hotel Niffty was playing with the window

Husk carving a wooden steak and giving Niffty the death stare.

Niffty looks up to Husk, "What?"

"What? What?! What were you fucking doing?!" Husk shouted.

Niffty sighs, "Look I owed my snake buddy a solid! Isn’t that a “redeeming quality"? Helping pals with stuff?" Niffty shouted.

"Not with turf wars that result in genocide!" Husk shouted.

"Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred, plus didn't you caused a Genocide." Niffty snickers.

Husk throws the wooden steak at Niffty which pierced throw the window.

"Aw come on, I had to! My credibility was on the line-" Niffty sighs "-I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona."

"Your credibility? What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like fucking clowns!" Husk shouted.

"No no no, hon. Clowns are funny! I made you look… uh, sad! And pathetic! Like an orphan, with no arms, or legs… Uh… oh, with progeria! Great! Now I’m bummed thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?" Niffty asked.

"Can you please just try to take this seriously?" Husk asked.

"Fine, I’ll try, just don’t bitch to your mother while you're fucking her." Niffty quipped.

"What was that you trying to be?" Husk got up and pulled out his knife.

"Whatever pisses you off the most. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!" Niffty shouted.

"I’m gonna kill her." Husk sat back down.

"Too late, hon. Wait, would that make me double dead? And where exactly do I go, to double Hell? Sorry, you’re stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it." Niffty laughs.

"Fucking bitch!" Husk mumbled.

"Listen, who cares if some jagoffs got hurt? Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around! Got a bunch of fuckin’ harlequin babies down here." Niffty said.

"You’re one to talk." Husk quipped.

"Hey! This body is flawless! Everyone wants some of me, and I’ve got the creepy fan letters to prove it!" Niffty pulls out a letter with stains.

"That was really not swell y’know, Niffty" Alastor said.

"Not Sweel?! After that trainwreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel. All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!" Husk shouted.

"Does that mean I don’t have a free room anymore?" Niffty asked.

Husk pulls the knife out again.

"Ah, well, shucks." Niffty snaps.

"Hey, come on, we don’t know if things are over yet. Try to relax, Husker. It’ll be okay!" Alastor reassured.

At the Happy Hotel

The three open the door. Husk sat down on to the couch to look at his hands, his mind goes back to the war.

Niffty went to the fridge to get a beer. "It’s probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y’know, to feed all the wayward souls ya got in here." Niffty laughed, but then it became nervous laughter, and then she just stops.

Alastor went out to talk to his boss. "Hey Boss. Um, I know I keep calling, and you must want that kale paid back. But um, the interview isn't sitting pretty and... I don’t know if I’m going to make a difference. I don’t know what I’m doing. I could really use some advice, Boss. I think you're right about me. A-anyway, I’ll stop talking before this gets long." Alastor went back in.

A knock to the tune of Come On Eileen was on the door.

Alastor opens the door to see Charlie in her demon form.

"Hell-"

Alastor slams the door, and then open it again to see if he just saw that.

-o."

Alastor slams the door again. "Hey Husker?

"What?!" Husk asked.

"The Musical Demon is at the door!" Alastor nervously answered.

"Holy shit what?!" Husk drops the knife.

"Uh, who?" Niffty asked

"What should I do?" Alastor asked.

"Well, don’t let that bitch in!" Husk shouted

Alastor slowly opens the door.

"May I speak now?" Charlie asked.

"You may-" Alastor said.

"Charlie, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure. Excuse my visit, but I saw your riot on news and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance! Why, I haven’t been that entertained since the Great White show of 2003. Ah so many bodies." Charlie introduced

"Stop right there!" Husk pointed a M16 at Charlie. "I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you spunky, quirky, musical harlot!" Husk threatened.

Charlie laughs slightly, "Hon, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would have done so already...." spooky demonic stuff pops up and then goes away. "No, I’m here because I want to help!"

"Say what now?" Alastor asked.

"Help!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Um, you want to help?" Alastor asked.

"With this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it." Charlie exclaimed.

"Uh… why?" Alastor asked.

Charlie laughs, "Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I’ve lacked inspiration for decades! My work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless! I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!"

"Does getting into a fist fight with a upstage reporter count as entertainment?" Alastor asked.

Charlie laughs, "Absolutely, it's reality. After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!"

"So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?" Alastor asked.

Charlie laughs, "Ha no. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome sinners! The chance given was the life they lived before; the punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done!"

"So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?" Alastor asked.

"Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself! I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure." Charlie stated.

"Right?" Alastor nervously asked.

"Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I…" Charlie exclaimed.

With Husk and Niffty.

"Ah, so uh, what’s the deal with Smiles over there?" Niffty asked.

"Wait, you’ve never heard of her before? You’ve been here longer than me!" Husk shouted.

"Only for a decade." Niffty replied.

"The Musical Demon, one of the most powerful fuckers Hell has ever seen?" Husk stated.

"Eh, not big on politics." Niffty answered.

"Some fuckin' time ago, Charlie was let out of Lucifer's castle she rampaged the fuck out of everything and then she started podcasting her carnage through fucking songs people started calling her, the music demon.. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Strange song and dense numbers would play on the radio paired with terrifying screams and cries for help. She'd force victims to join in and those who wouldn't or couldn't got the worst of it. Sinners started calling her the Musical Demon. (How fucking original!) Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled her to rival our world’s most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing’s for sure: She’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos the likes of which we can’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased." Husk annoyingly exclaims.

"Bash ears much?" Niffty silently laughs, "She looks like a cinnamon roll princess!"

"Well, I don’t trust her!" Husk spat.

"To be fair, do you trust anyone?" Niffty asked. "Anyone."

Husk went to Alastor.

"Al, man, listen to me. You can’t believe this girl! She isn’t just a happy face! She’s a dealmaker, pure evil! She's Lucifer's daughter! She can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do. And we don't want that." Husk stated.

"I know she’s bad, and I know she probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in. I would be like them back then. Just trust me. I can take care of myself." Alastor stated.

"Alastor, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!" Shouted.

"Don’t worry, I picked up one thing from them. “Ya don’t take shit from rich folk!” Okay, so… Charlotte. You’re sketchy, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached." Alastor nervously said.

"So it’s a deal then?" Charlie asked.

Alastor takes a gulp before he shakes her burning hot hands. Her hand burns Alastor's hand like a hot stove. Alastor cries in pain.

Charlie let go of Alastor hand and went to Husk.

Alastor went to the fridge to get something to cool his hand.

"Smile, my boy! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!" Charlie stated. "So where is your hotel staff?" She asked.

"Uh, well…" Alastor points to Husk and Niffty with his good hand.

Husk growls.

"Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that." Charlie stated.

"And what can you do you quirky cutie?" Charlie asked Niffty.

"I can finger you to heaven." Niffty replied.

"Maybe not..." Charlie said.

"Your loss." Niffty stated.

"Well this just won’t do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!" Charlie snaps, which cleans the fireplace and light up a fire in it. Charlie then pulled out a tall and dark demon from the fireplace. Charlie then shake it a little to get rid of the soot which reveals our white and pink Spider Boi Angel Dust.

"This tall friend is Angel!" Charlie said.

"Hello, my name is angel, it been along time since I saw any guy... IS ANYONE HERE GAY!? sorry, that was rude... OH MY! this place is disgusting, it really need the fabulous touch, which is weird cause I'm sure at least one of you is gay..." Angel went all around the room with his 6 arms cleaning and remodeling everything.

Charlie snaps again.

A gray female demon was at a bar talking to a male demon, "Okay that will be $50 for a hand- wohhhhhh" All kinds of demonic shit goes around Vaggie "¿Que demonios?" Vaggie notices Charlie, "YOU!"

"Veggie sweat heart glad you could make it!" Charlie exclaims and then hugs

"Don't you veggie me! I was working!" Vaggie pushed Charlie away.

"Good to see you to!" Charlie laughed

"What do you want?" Vaggie asked.

"Well sweaty I'm doing some charity work and I took it upon my self to volunteer your Service!" Charlie answered.

"Are you joking!?" Vaggie asked.

"No, I don't think so! I thought you could be the new face of this fine establishment!" Charlie points to a pole. "With your fine smile and "past experience" this job was made for you!" Charlie stated.

"IM AINT DOING NO CHAIRTY WORK DO I LOOK LIKE SOME KIND OF A FUCKING JOKE!?" Vaggie shouted.

"Maybe, but don't worry,I can make it more rewarding, if you wish." Charlie projects all of the cute good times they had back then.

"What!? you can think you can buy me with a wink and some good memories!? Well you can!" Vaggie got up to the stage

"Hey hey, heyheyhey! NO! No pole dancing we're meant to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of… casino, brothel, man-cave-" Husk ranted.

Niffty jumps on Husk. "Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this." Niffty pointed to Vaggie. "Hey." Niffty flirted to Vaggie

"¡Vete a la mierda!" Vaggie said.

"Sounds sexy." Niffty flirted.

Alastor went up the the stage, "Hello there my scantily dressed friend! Welcome to this fine or at least with your help soon to be fine hotel!" Alastor introduced himself.

"I lost the ability to love years ago, so unless you got cash you're not worth my time." Vaggie stated.

"So, what do you think?" Charlie asked.

"This is the Bees Knees!" Alastor bellowed.

"It’s… fine." Husk stated.

Charlie went in for a hug with Alastor and Husk, "This is going to be very fun!" Charlie clears her throat and push Husk away. ♪ You have a dream ♪ ♪ You wish to tell ♪ ♪ And it’s just laughable ♪ ♪ But hey sir, what the hell! ♪ ♪ ‘Cause you’re one of a kind ♪ ♪ A charming pal! ♪ ♪ Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell ♪ ♪ Inside of every demon is a waste ♪ ♪ But we’ll dress ‘em up for now with just a smile! ♪ ♪ And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool ♪ ♪ With some old redemption flair ♪ ♪ And show these simpletons some proper class and style! ♪ ♪ Here below the ground ♪ ♪ I’m sure your plan is sound! ♪ ♪ They’ll spend a little time ♪ ♪ Down at this Hazbin Ho-- ♪

A explosion outside blast the door off and hit Angel.

Everyone walked out to see what was happening

"Ha! Well well well, look who it is harboring the musical freak! We meet yet again, Charlie!" Cherri shouted.

"Do I know you?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, yes you do! And this time, I have the element of- surprise!" Cherri maniacal laughs "I’m so evil!"

Charlie snaps to bring up her goat goons to destroy the ship.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa!" Cherri started to scream as the goats started to destroy her ship and murder her Cherrybois.

Two of the goats grab Cherri and threw her at the wall. "Oh, that hurt!" Cherri screams.

The Goats took control of the ship and pilot it into the cracks where they came from.

The ship explodes when it got into the crack.

"Well I’m starved! Who wants some cake? My father once showed me a wonderful recipe for cake! In fact, they named it after him! You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Yes sir, this is the start of some real changes down here!" Charlie laughes

"The show starts! Now... Stay tuned." Charlie snaps changing the sign from, "Happy." to "Hazbin."

#hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin niffty #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin characters #hazbin katie killjoy #hazbin tom trench

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dodgergilmore · 4 years

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YAS give me more jess/rory analysis PLEASE ❤

I ended up expanding on my season 3 thoughts in another post, so I’ll just ramble on about something different if we’re all good with that!

Let’s discuss how “You could do more.” is, in some ways, the thesis of the whole Rory and Jess dynamic.

When Rory is not amused by his magic trick during one of their very first interactions (what a sentence lmao), it shows that she isn’t going to put up with the facade he puts on in Stars Hollow. She doesn’t shy away from speaking her mind and pushes him to take responsibility for his actions:

“All [Luke] does is stick up for you, and all you do is make his life harder. I guess that's what you have to do when you're trying to be Holden Caulfield, but I think it stinks. (...) Funny, I never pegged you as clueless, my mistake.”

Again, Rory points out the act Jess puts on but this also shows how she isn’t going to just passively allow him to act in such ways because she doesn’t see him as the nuisance/lost cause that much of the town sees him as. Instead, she holds him to a higher standard because she knows he isn’t clueless.

After a well-intentioned suggestion on Rory’s part, we see her at odds with the expectations placed on her by the town as she becomes “the poster girl for censorship” and she can openly discuss this with Jess as someone who would understand where she’s coming from, because he is one person who is not charmed by Stars Hollow’s small town antics. Her future isn’t bound to this place, so when Jess questions what Rory and Dean talk about, saying that ‘he doesn’t seem like her kind of guy’ it adds another layer to that conversation; let’s be real, Jess is not coming from a place of entirely pure intentions but after season 1, Dean is basically the town’s golden boy (despite previously being the new kid in town) and thus is the embodiment of one of the two worlds Rory is caught between throughout the series: Stars Hollow. But right from the Pilot, we know that Rory is set to “do more” than Stars Hollow. That whole sidestory in 2x12 and its relation to Rory could be an analysis of its own, which I don’t think I am equipped to offer at this time...

By 2x13, Rory is pushing against and growing frustrated with Lorelai’s view of Jess. Rory recognises that Jess should not need a tutor, after trying to explain his margin-writing to Lorelai in the previous episode, and it’s clear that Rory believes in Jess in a way that he himself does not at this point. He meets her words of encouragement and “you could do more” with cynicism but Rory remains unconvinced. Schooling should not be a measure of success – and by season 6 it ends up being beside the point anyway – but it is interesting that Jess’ reasoning for not going to college has nothing to do with himself and everything to do with what others have to say about him.

And why aren’t you going to college? (...)

Ask my mother, she could give you a couple reasons. Oh, and I’m sure Principal Mertin can chime in with a few good ones. In fact, ask your mother. She doesn’t know me all that well but I’m sure she could improvise a few things.

Do not give me that whole ‘I’m so misunderstood, Kurt Cobainy’ thing. You are way stronger than that and I don’t even wanna hear it.

That whole conversation in the car really is The Goods. The paths they have planned for themselves could not be more different but still, they offer each other the same unwavering support and encouragement.

I wont go into detail because I think I’ve already addressed this in my previous posts today but “you could do more” comes into play even during their relationship in that Jess, as we know, does not generate the most positive views from the people of Stars Hollow, perhaps believing that Rory could do more, so to speak, than him. If nothing else, the town definitely thinks so.

Jess shows support for Rory’s Harvard-and then-Yale dreams, which is one of many reasons his reappearance in 6x08 works so well. He assumes she graduated early before considering she wasn’t in school; when Rory keeps commenting on how her circumstances are “all temporary” Jess is visibly... I don’t know that I’d say concerned at this point but he is definitely taken aback.

I know it's good. Jess, you've got such a great brain. I knew that if you could just sit down and stop shaking it around, you could do something like this. I knew it. I knew it.

I know you did. (...) So, I just basically wanted to show you that. Uh, tell you... tell you that I couldn't have done it without you.

Obviously Jess is confirming her “you could do more” sentiments when he explicitly credits the role she played in helping him find success for himself. In doing so, this reassures Rory that she was right about something after feeling the defeat of Mitchum’s words for however many months by this point, and also reminds her of the ambitions she once had for herself.

Neither of them do or say these sort things for “I want to be with you” reasons but for “I want good things for you” reasons. It doesn’t come from a romantic place – they sincerely want the other to succeed, even if that means being apart. Even after everything that happened, Rory is saying “I hope you're good. I want you to be good.” in that 3x22 phone call, and then this in 6x08:

You know that section toward the front, the staff recommendations? I'm gonna grab a copy of your book and put it in that section, and then I'm going to write my own little recommendation on a card and attach it so people see it and buy it.

Please, that’s just cute :(

Of course it ends up ending in absolute MESS but she goes all the way to Philadelphia to see his open house. Imagine if she hadn’t checked the mail that day lmao

I just got the flier, and I don't know. I just wanted to see your place, but then this...

In AYITL, Jess hears Rory out as she divulges the state her life is in then reassures her that she’s in a rut that she is fully capable of getting out of. “Where is this coming from? What inspired you?” indeed. The implications, y’know??

Now I’m going to circle back to what I said about Dean representing Stars Hollow for a moment here. Logan very overtly represents the world of wealth and like I said, Rory is between these two worlds. Rory is a balance of the world of her grandparents and her mother; what’s interesting about Jess is that he doesn’t belong to either world, really. He can exist in the world of Stars Hollow because of his familial connections and history there and that brings us some little moments that are not at all deep, but I absolutely love anyway:

Can't wait to hear how you bagged the job.

It was the usual thing; I submitted my resume, plus samples of my work, I was thoroughly vetted, there were several lengthy interviews, plus complex negotiations over salary, benefits, parking–

You asked Taylor.

Pretty much.

And then when he asks Rory over the phone to fill him in on the ‘showbiz spat’ in 3x14. Stars Hollow has an important role in Rory’s life, and Jess is able to understand that world in a way that Logan simply can’t – if I recall, he is actually quite endeared by the town when he makes his first official visit there in season 7.

Season 5 makes Dean’s place in Rory’s life very clear, first with “What am I doing here, Rory? I don't belong here. Not anymore.” in 5x08 and then in 5x18, when Dean is used as a direct parallel to Luke:

They want more than this. Don’t you see that? And all you are is this. (...) This town, it’s all you are, and it’s not enough. She’s going to get bored, and you can’t take her anywhere. You’re here forever.

It’s... kind of an odd comparison to make in that Lorelai is quite happy with her Stars Hollow life and hasn’t indicated that she wants “more” than this. For Rory, though, it does reiterate that she wants more than Stars Hollow can offer her. I’ve discussed this before but the world of wealth and Logan, while initially intriguing to Rory, loses its shine during season 6 and she ultimately rejects it in that she doesn’t want to be bound by it. It offers temporary thrills and escapism, but she ends up having to enter the real world.

In Summer, Rory talks about looking at places in Queens so that might be the best, most recent indicator of where Rory wants to be in terms of geography. Just like Rory, Jess isn’t bound to any particular world – bouncing around from place-to-place in the original series, not unlike Rory in the revival – and together... they can do more. And that is that on soulmate-ism!

All in all, they hold each other to high standards not because they idealise one another or put each other on pedestals but because they genuinely believe in each other’s capabilities. They actively push each other to do more and important to note is that they hear each other in these moments; maybe not always immediately but they get there eventually because by the end, it’s clear they have a certain respect and fondness for each other. I like that they don’t passively roll along with whatever the other chooses to do, which may be the very reason some people don’t like them. As much as their dynamic evolves with time, there are just some things that remain a constant...

#ask #somekindofhelicoptervalentine #literati #~you could do more #barely even mention them but i'll tag anyway:#anti dean #anti logan

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 4 years

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Mr.Page

Adam Page x reader

Summary- An old student from Adams Journalism class ends up interviewing him, and he ralizes how beautiful she is

This wasn't a request but I want to do a shoutout to @mondaynightmcintyre They really helped me out with this one. So it's deticated to them.

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I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had just gotten a job for a newspaper and had an interview with a AEW wrestler today. How I do would effect jobs in the future. "Y/N! It time for your interview!" My coworker/best friend Dustin said. I grabbed my notes, taking another deep breath, and walked into the room.

My eyes went wide when I saw the tall blonde man. "Mr.Page?" He looked up surprised, but recognized me immediately.

"Y/F/N? is that you?" He asked smiling at me. "the one and only. How did I not put two and two together?" I asked myself shaking my head. I was interviewing Hangman Adam Page, and my old journalism teacher was Mr. Adam Page.

"Well, it's good to see you dear." he said giving me a side hug the same way he used to atbthe end of the day. "It good to see you two, all though we should get to the interview."

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Adams POV

Normally at the end of a long day doing interviews the last one would be my worst. After all I would be answering the same questions all day. But with Y/N sitting in front of me I was doing my best to make this the best interview ever. I knew a bad interview could ruin your career, and she had so much potential. I remember from the first day she walked into my classroom she truly loved doing this.

As I answered questions, I couldn't help but watch her. The way she licked her lips between questions, the way her eyes would light when she saw a good question. The way her hair rested against her face, she had always been a beautiful girl, and if I was being honest, I spent a little to much time watching her in class.

"And for our final question, How are you and your tag partner Kenny Omega preparing for your fight against Best friends?" "Well, I cant tell you to much, wouldn't want our Secrets to end up in the news tomorrow! But I can tell you, we know with how we're preparing we can beat them." I answer confidently.

"Thats all I have for you, thank you so much for your time Mr. Page." She said standing and putting her hand out to shake. "I'm not your teacher anymore, your more then welcome to call me Adam." I pointed out shaking her hand. "Sorry." She said blushing lightly, witch made her look just that much cuter.

"When do you get off?" I blurted out befor I could back out. She looked down at her watch to check the time. "In like, 5 minutes. I just have to run this to the boss so it can be turned into an article." She said holding up the notebook. "I'll walk you there." She gave me a questioning look before shrugging and gesturing for me to follow.

The halls were basically deserted as we walked. "So, how long have you had this job?" "Only like a month. This was actually my first interview." She said chuckling nervously.

"Could have fooled me. you did great." "I did have one of the best teachers." "The best." I corrected making her laugh, witch in turn made my heart soar. We got to a door and she quickly went in. I didn't bother, just waiting out side. she came out purse in hand.

"It's was amazing to see you again Adam." She said smiling at me. "But I wont hold you up anymore. I'm sure an important champion has things to do."

I felt my chance slipping away. I couldn't by law when she was a student, but I could now. I grabbed the side of her head, pulling her to met my lips. She froze up for a moment, but then melted into the kiss. Her lips worked with mine, and when she opened her mouth our tongues worked together.

Once both of us were out of breath I pulled back. "Y/n, I've wanted to do that since you first walked into my classroom." I whispered. she looked almost scared and I was afraid I had oversteped. As I started to apologize she pulled me down my my shirt into another kiss.

"fuck it." I said grabbing her arm. I fully intenend for her to come back with me

part 2?????

#AEW #Hangman #Adam page #Hangman Adam page #AEW Fluff #AEW Fanfiction #Adam Page fluff #Adam Page Fanfiction #Teacher x student #Fluff

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jemej3m · 5 years

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part 2 to the assassin au! here’s p1 <<<333

warnings for panic attacks and neil plotting to kill kevin lol

Neil slid into the booth opposite a nondescript man reading the newspaper in his business suit, briefcase by his feet. That briefcase would hold only a gun and the list of Neil’s wrongdoings. He folded the newspaper down in favour of looking to Neil with a blank expression.

Ichirou was not pleased. And it did not do well to displease a Moriyama.

“Kevin Day is alive.”

“Yes.” Neil agreed.

“My father is dying.” Ichirou hissed. “The title of Lord will be passed down to me in a matter of months. I cannot risk such a liability, Nathaniel.”

Neil winced. “It is proving more difficult than anticipated. He has surrounded himself with vigilant protection at all times. I need more time.”

“Do not forget your place, Wesninski.” Ichirou snapped. “Get out of my sight.”

Neil didn’t need to be told twice and did just that.

He felt as though he was holding his breath all the way until he’d arrived back at his apartment. His hands fumbled for the keys, teeth grinding as he tried to unlock his door.

“Josten,” Came a familiar voice. Neil glanced over his shoulder. Andrew had a slight furrow between his brow, dressed casually with black frames balanced on his nose. “Are you alright?” Neil didn’t know Minyard wore glasses.

Concern.

“Quite fine.” Neil answered, shoving his key into the lock. “Just regretting every decision I’ve ever made that landed me in the position I’m in today.”

“Sounds fine.” Andrew answered.

Neil just shook his head, opening the door.

“Josten -” Minyard hesitated. Neil looked back at him: He scowled. “For fuck’s sake. Just come in.”

That was how Neil found himself sitting on Andrew’s couch, the knitting throw over his knees with a cup of herbal tea.

“You didn’t strike me as a tea drinker.” Neil offered, as Andrew sat down on a beanbag. They were all adults here.

“Kevin gets stressed.” He muttered, sipping on his own mug. Steam rose and fogged his glasses.

“I’ve never seen you wear frames before.” Neil noted. “Do you wear contacts usually?”

“I need them to see, Josten, so yes. It doesn’t bode well for a bodyguard to have a physical ailment that can be exploited.”

No, thought Neil, plans ticking over in his mind. It doesn’t.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like I’m some alien, or are you going to explain why you’re on the verge of a panic attack?”

Neil blinked. “What? No, I’m fine.”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure you know what that means.”

“Just some altercations at -” Neil smiled hesitantly. “At work.”

Andrew settled further into his beanbag, watching Neil over the rim of his glasses. Why did Neil feel like Andrew could see right through him? Why did he feel so vulnerable? There was no way this man could know anything about who he truly was, not when he was so careful.

Neil should get rid of him too. He was probably just as much of a liability to Ichirou’s position as Kevin was: The two had been friends since college, since Kevin had run from Riko in the first place.

Neil had to get rid of Andrew. He had to. I don’t have a choice. I don’t have a choice.

The mug clattered onto the floor, hot tea seeping into his shoes and the handle shattering upon impact.

“I -” Neil leapt to his feet, horrified at his loss of composure. Neil had killed before. What was another man and his bodyguard? What had changed? “I’m sorry, I -”

Andrew wasn’t pleased. “Relax. Go home and fucking - take a bath, or something. You need to chill out.”

Neil nodded weakly, wrapping his arms around his waist and rushing for the door. He couldn’t look back at the other man. It was the understanding that he offered in the corner of his eye. He wasn’t disgusted by Neil’s scars. He wasn’t put-off by Neil’s seemingly unfavourable job. He kept coming onto the balcony, time and time again, sharing quiet moments alongside Neil and answering Neil’s questions whilst offering his own questions in return.

Neil had posed as someone else to grow intimate enough with someone’s situation to kill them cleanly plenty of times. He’d just never gotten so...

Attached.

He slammed his fists onto the tiles of his shower. For a moment he saw blood pooling in his fists, the way that it tended to rest when he washed himself off from returning from a job.

This couldn’t last. He wouldn’t let it.

“My father was killed in prison.” Neil said, looking out to the sunrise as it blessed the easterly planes of New York City’s sky-rises. “So why the fuck does his ghost still haunt me?”

Andrew took a drag of his smoke. “Attempting to control your own mind will result in you running in circles.”

“I wanted him dead for so long.” He muttered. “But now that he is, I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Andrew could understand that. When Aaron bashed Drake’s skull in, when Andrew strangled Proust, it was a moment of clarity: He would forever be free from the horrors they brought with them.

But with their departure came an open space, ready to be occupied by the next man who would try and take advantage of Andrew’s vulnerabilities.

“I killed the man who abused me whilst I was in rehab. I’m subconsciously waiting for someone to come and take his place, like it’s a job opening.” He flicked his cigarette butt over the railing. “There’s no reason why we think and behave the way we do. It’s just ingrained into us.”

He could feel Neil looking at him, gaze drilling into his cheek. He turned his head slowly, meeting Neil’s gaze.

It wasn’t pity. Or fear. It was just pure, unadulterated understanding.

The weight pressing onto Andrew’s chest eased, just a little bit.

Andrew was growing hedgier. Kevin and Thea’s wedding was fast approaching, and the needless press and public appearances had his head spinning. He wasn’t even the one being interviewed.

He was still no closer to figuring out who’d been in their apartment, and how, but Andrew would sleep with one eye open until he’d resolved this mess. He was sure someone was on their tail. Betsy insisted he was being overly paranoid, and demonstrated it was proof that he take some form of break from watching over Kevin, but it wasn’t like Andrew could up and leave. He’d come back and Kevin would be half-pulled into a drain with both of his hands run over by military tanks.

He worked grooves into the carpets. He’d set up cameras around the flat and building that only he had access to and controlled all the access points. It didn’t make him sleep any easier. He wanted to move houses. Kevin thought he was crazy.

Andrew knew he wasn’t crazy. He was perceptive, not crazy.

So, whilst he was pissed off about it, he wasn’t surprised when he got the call.

“You’re going to keep Day in his apartment. You’re not going to call the police. Do as I say and no one gets hurt.”

Andrew ground his teeth. There was only one party who could be responsible for this, and where the Moriyamas were involved, someone always got hurt.

Andrew kept Kevin in his room, walking out onto the balcony. With the three-foot gap between their railings, it was easy to chuck a pen around the corner to Neil’s sliding doors.

The man appeared, bemused and probably tired from a long Friday evening. “Andrew?”

Andrew hated him. Hated the quick to his eyebrows that Andrew noticed when Neil looked at him. “Look after Day. I’m going to hideout for this freaky fucking stalker.”

Neil blinked. “Did I miss something?”

“Weird shit around the place.” Andrew said dismissively. “Always."

“You’re going to have provide me some context, Minyard.” Neil challenged, crossing his arms.

Andrew grit his teeth and looked at the man. Why he trusted Neil was beyond him. He was still not sick of Neil’s inquisitive gaze: He wasn’t bored by his careful questions. Neil had traded quiet truths about hating his work and predispositions set by his family over cigarettes and mugs of coffee. Andrew knew he liked fruit and going for jogs and Exy. Neil, in return, knew Andrew had an awful sweet-tooth, a deliberating fear of heights, knife sheaths in his armbands, and that Andrew had gone to prison when he was younger.

Small, banal things, shared like golden artefacts between hesitant hands.

And yeah, the sexual attraction had been foremost and obvious, but it had dulled into something else. Something Andrew didn’t really understand. He wanted to kiss the slight frown off his lips and see if his curls would really fall through his fingers like he dreamed they would.

No, he thought. That was not a productive line of thinking.

“Kevin is in danger.” He said lowly. “Keep him in your flat. Watch over him.”

Neil nodded.

“Give me your number.”

“This isn’t how I imagined you asking me for my details, but I’ll take what I’ll get.” Neil grinned softly.

Andrew knew his ears were going red for no god-damned reason. He simply served Neil a flat glare and left him standing on the balcony.

“Climb from our balcony to Neil’s. You’ll hide in there until this blows over.” Andrew said, re-tying his shoelaces and checking his knives were in their sheaths.

Kevin sent him a startled look. “Who’s Neil?”

Andrew ground his teeth. “Next door neighbour.”

“Thea -”

“I’ll text her. Leave your phone with me: They could be tracking it.”

He supervised Kevin clambering across between the two railings with a slight race to his heart rate. Neil knew and understood, putting out his hands.

“It’ll be alright.” Neil said quietly. “I’ve got him. Go do what you need to do.”

Andrew nodded. He supposed thanks would be in order, but he wasn’t a thankful guy, and Neil didn’t strike him as someone who needed verbal cues to understand.

He crouched on the inside of Kevin’s room, right by the door with a knife at the ready.

Sure enough, heavy footsteps echoed around the apartment. Andrew held his breath, taking out his phone.

new message to: neil

someone’s in the apartment.

from: neil

where are you?

to: neil

in kevin’s room. waiting for them to come in so i can subdue them.

from: neil

i could take kevin away whilst they’re in the apartment. they wont be keeping an eye on cameras and i’ll disguise kevin to avoid any backup around place.

Andrew frowned.

to: neil

and if you’re attacked?

from: neil

i know you’ve seen the scars. i’m more well versed with this kind of stuff than you think.

Andrew pursed his lips. Neil’s multi-faceted nature had him going in circles, time and time again. He was unsolvable. Having Kevin out of the building would be optimal, but it would require Andrew placing a hell of a lot of trust in Neil. Trust he wouldn’t allow on anyone other than himself.

to: neil

you’d better make sure he stays in one piece.

from: neil

on it.

Andrew breathed a little easier, pocketing his phone.

The footsteps continued. He heard his bedroom door be tested: The attacker obviously tried to pick his lock and was unable to. It was an electronic deadbolt that Andrew could control from the outside on the one and only remote.

Andrew took a deep breath and stood at the ready.

The footsteps didn’t even approach Kevin’s bedroom, turning away immediately and continuing back to the living room.

Odd. They surely would check the room of their desired victim to see if he was there. After a few moments of quiet, Andrew slowly unlocked the door. Element of surprise be damned: He’d fucking get this person if it was the last thing he did. He had a promise to Kevin. He’d fulfill it.

There was no one there. They must have slipped out of the front door, silently, as Andrew slipped out of Kevin’s room. Andrew lowered his knife and grit his teeth. What was this fucker’s game?

He pulled out his phone. Neil had texted him.

from: neil

nothing encountered on the way to the garage. driving now. will text you when secure.

He didn’t want to text Neil to tell him to come back if that was what the assailant was waiting for. Instead, he rummaged for Kevin’s phone and made a call.

“Hello?” Jean’s voice was familiar. He hadn’t escaped the Moriyamas for years after Kevin had, being inducted into the main branch after Ichirou murdered Riko. He’d worked out of his debt, becoming a coveted Exy star in southern California. Andrew hadn’t spoken to him in years, but it was the only man who’d been exposed to the inner working of the Moriyamas.

“Someone is trying to kill Kevin. What do you know?”

“I haven’t been involved in you-know-who’s business in years, Andrew.” Jean countered.

“You still know more than we do.” Andrew countered. “Why now?”

Jean was quiet for a moment. It sounded like he was getting out of bed, walking into an adjacent room. His voice was low, the French accent pronounced when he talked this fast.

“Kengo is dying. Illness that they just can’t resolve. Ichirou would be eliminating any loose ends in anticipation of the change-over.”

Andrew grit his teeth. “Who would he send?”

“I can only think of one man.” Jean mused. “He has a highly trained assassin who takes care of such public and convoluted matters. I met him once and it was enough. That was after years of working with the main family.”

Andrew waited for Jean to continue. It took Jean a moment.

“Nathaniel Wesninski, is his name.” He said, voice so quiet it was difficult to hear. “Kengo’s Butcher had a son, who became Ichirou’s most powerful weapon.”

“What does he look like?”

“He’s unmissable, really. Not great for an assassin. Short, red curls, blue eyes. He always wears clothes to cover the markings left by his father, but his scars are truly awful. Some are even visible through shirts pale or tight enough.”

Andrew’s stomach bottomed out. He hung up on Jean and closed his eyes.

Fuck.

He couldn’t tell Neil he knew who he was. He had to find them before Neil could slit Kevin’s throat and dispose of his body so thoroughly that he’d never be found again. Andrew had made an enormous mistake in trusting that man: It was the least he could do to get Kevin out of his own mistakes.

to: neil

still driving?

from: neil

secure now. got the guy?

Andrew shook his head.

to: neil

yeah. police are coming now. i’m on my way.

from: neil

right. good. see you soon.

Andrew needed to find out where this signal was coming from and fast. He was running against a clock that had ticked into over-time eons ago. In the midst of uploading the IP address into a program on his laptop, his phone began ringing.

Renee.

“Why is Jean telling me to keep an eye on you, Andrew? What have you done?”

Andrew ground his teeth together. His jaw ached with the tension in his neck. “I may or may not have let Kevin go galavanting off with an assassin charged to kill him. I’m working on it.”

“Oh, good lord.” Renee murmured. “I’m - nowhere near you. How can I help?”

“I’ll handle it.” He insisted.

He heard Renee’s sad smile over the phone-line and wished she were here to spar with him. He really needed to punch something. “Whoever claims you’re heartless is a jealous liar. Call me soon, alright? Be careful.”

He hung up on her. He didn’t need her self-love preaching bullshit. He needed to concentrate.

A signal rung out from fifteen minutes ago, pinging a tower in the industrial sector of upper New York. It was too close to the rich estates of business tycoons that Andrew knew housed the Moriyamas for his liking, so he collected his coat and car keys.

His phone began to ring. neil flashed across the top of his screen and he gripped the phone, anger rippling across his skin in hot flashes.

He hated being taken advantage of. This was exactly why trust never came easily to him, and he should have fucking known better.

He answered the phone and grit out “You’d better have a good explanation for this, Wesninski.”

“Andrew,” Kevin breathed. “It’s me. It’s me. I’m fine. I’m alive.”

Andrew covered his eyes with his hand. “Where are you? What’s happening?”

“Neil drove me to this warehouse and cuffed me to a pipe in the corner before I could fight him. Then he looked at me for like five minutes, yelled fuck at the top of his voice and threw a tarp over me and told me not to move or he’d shoot me. I heard voices and cars and gunshots: When everything was quiet I threw the tarp off. Neil is gone, but a bunch of men are bleeding out here. Moriyama men. They’ve got M’s on their knuckles, I - I think Neil’s gone rogue or something.”

Andrew let out a muffled sigh of relief. “Stay where you are. Hide under the tarp. I’m coming.”

Kevin and Thea sat to Andrew’s right. They all perched on the edge of the couch, watching the news.

“Business man Kengo Moriyama died this morning before police could glean a statement regarding his son’s involvement in the mass shooting at a Moriyama leased warehouse on the outskirts of New York City two months ago. FBI’s Chief Wymack and his team have found evidence of premeditated murders at Ichirou’s hand, including that of the supposed suicide of his brother Riko Moriyama approximately seven years ago. Encrypted video evidence has been provided from anonymous sources that police refuse to disclose. Ichirou Moriyama and many of his closest affiliates are in custody, charged with extortion, theft, tax-evasion and money laundering, involvement in trafficking circles and many cold homicide and disappearance cases.

More has been uncovered about the Moriyama business, including that of Nathan Wesninski’s true identity as Baltimore’s infamous serial killer, the Butcher, with evidence showing that Wesninski and Moriyama were heavily involved business partners...”

“Turn this shit off.” Thea muttered, nudging Kevin’s shoulder.

Kevin sighed, rubbing his eye. “I just can’t believe they’ve been so neatly backed into a corner. I never thought they’d be successfully prosecuted.”

“There’s no way they’re getting out of this, now.” Thea reminisced. “Someone pretty close to Ichirou must have turned over a new leaf.”

Andrew said nothing, keeping his hands clasped together over his mouth.

Kevin looked at him and sighed. Andrew still hadn’t forgiven himself over the Neil/Nathaniel mess and anything to do with the Moriyamas lured him into a quiet, volatile state of mind. “I’ll get Indian takeout.”

Thea answered the door forty minutes later, and a familiar voice echoed from the hallway. Andrew was on his feet in an instant.

Neil looked a little sheepish. There was an enormous scar curving from his eye down to his jaw and burns covering his other cheek in a careless pattern. He held out the food.

“Beef and chicken korma?”

“What the fuck do you want?” Andrew asked, brandishing his knife. Thea looked between them, baffled. “Did you kill the take out guy?”

Neil shrugged. “I’ve been granted immunity by the FBI. Only took six weeks and needless wading through bureaucracy, but I’m free now. And no, I didn’t kill the take out guy.”

“I’m going to leave,” Thea murmured, taking the take-out from Neil’s hands and shuffling further inside.

“Why are you here?” Andrew stepped closer, holding the knife closer to Neil’s throat. “You should have known better than to show your face after everything.”

Neil put up his hands. “I know. But I didn’t actually kill him, did I?”

“Congratulations.” Andrew snapped, sour. “Would you like a fucking sticker? A certificate?”

Neil’s lips quirked into a sad smile. “I grew too attached. The idea of hurting him - or you - was intolerable. I’m a terrible assassin, I know. I just wanted to make sure you’re all okay. I’m sure I’ve helped the FBI lock up all the potential Moriyama trouble-makers, but I’m forever paranoid.”

Andrew looked at him.

He shrugged awkwardly. “Seems like you’re fine. I’d best get going.”

He turned around and took a few steps towards the elevator.

“Wesninski,” Andrew called, against his better judgment.

Neil winced. “I changed my name. Legally. It’s Neil Josten, now.”

“Josten.” He amended. “Come in for dinner.”

Neil looked at him, unsure. “Kevin won’t shit himself?”

Andrew shrugged. “It’ll be amusing.”

Neil looked at his feet before letting himself smile, just a little bit. Andrew still wanted to kiss it off his lips.

“Make the wrong move and I’ll kill you.” Andrew murmured into Neil’s ear as he stepped through the threshold of Andrew’s apartment.

“Undoubtedly.” Neil said easily. “I’d let you.”

“Idiot.” Andrew growled.

The glitter returned to Josten’s eye, and Andrew decided then and there: It was a terrible decision, and Josten was a terrible man, but their jagged edges fit together without unsure gaps and abrasive overlaps.

“Did I read your cues wrong, or do you actually want to kiss me? Because I can understand why you’d be a little conflicted, and I was never sure if I was projecting my own confusion and doubt onto you and hoping you felt the same -”

Andrew shoved a kiss against the corner of Neil’s lips, pulling back just as quickly as he’d leaned forward and surveying Neil’s old t-shirt and ratty jeans with distaste. “You truly are bad at your job.”

Neil grinned.

(why did i write 6k for this stupid idea lmao its such a mess)

#andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #assassin!neil #bodyguard!andrew #sorry if they're ooc technically its like a few years post college #idek man #enjoy #jem writes

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Spectrum - Part 2

Meeting Stark

Warnings - Cursing, alcohol.

Word count - 2,826

2010 – Washington D.C. – Your apartment

“What is this?” you say while looking at the paper you were just handed.

“A job.” Fury says blankly.

“I have a job.” you state while still studying the paper.

“This is a better job.” he responds while turning towards your fridge. He cracks open a beer and slides it across your counter towards you.

Catching it without even looking you take a swig. “A personal chef? I don't believe I'm qualified for this.” you continue to resist.

“Qualified is just a state of mind. You can do this.” he urges.

“CALIFORNIA!? Are you trying to get rid of me?” The hurt in your eyes was hard to mask as a shade of melancholy blue flashed across them.

Fury sighs while taking the paper from your hands and setting it aside so he can look you in the eyes “No Y/N. I'm not trying to get rid of you. When you care about someone you do what is best for them, even if it isn't what is best for you.”

You listen intently to his life lesson making sure to commit it to memory “Got it.” you respond simply. Fury has taught you a lot over the past two years since that fateful day at the diner you work at caused you to catch his attention.

“I can't force you to do anything but your flight takes off in a couple of hours.” he hands you a ticket and starts to leave, with a hand on the door knob he says over his shoulder “Non-refundable.” and with that he was gone.

You sigh looking at the ticket. Fury may not be able to force you to do anything but you'll be damned if you disappoint him. You polish off your beer and head to pack your bag.

———————————————

2010 – California

The next day you are struggling with the GPS in your rental car. “Piece of sh... Ugh! I thought technology was supposed to make things easier…” you mumble to yourself. Accepting your ineptitude you are forced to request assistance from a passer-by “Excuse me sir?”

He seemed innocent enough but he looked you up and down with a definite interest in mind “What can I do for you?”

You weren't worried about him but it never sat right with you when a man looked at you like that, like it was the wrong eyes looking at you. You shook the thought away and did your best to be friendly “Tech and me don't get along and I need directions to a job interview I have this afternoon. Could you please help me out with this GPS?”

“Sure thing. Huh, I think Stark lives somewhere around there. Wouldn't it be cool to meet him?” the man punched in the address and fiddled with the screen for another minute. “I added my address to your GPS too, come by tonight, I promise to show you a real nice time.” he gave you a wink.

“I don't know who that is, thank you for your help though. Gotta go, can't be late!” you could not get out of there fast enough. You might be naive when it came to a lot, you only had three years under your belt after all, but after enough embarrassing and occasionally dangerous encounters with guys like that you had learned what they really meant by a nice time.

You used the drive out to Malibu to clear your head. You really wanted to do a good job today even if moving across the country was a scary notion to you, Fury was right this was a great opportunity. But… what could you really bring to the table here? No pun intended. “No!” you said to yourself “Don't doubt yourself, just follow your instincts.”

“You have arrived at your destination.” the GPS chirped out.

You stared at the house, scratch that, mansion. You got out of the car and headed over to the edge of the bluff to get a better look at the view. “Damn.” you whispered in amazement as you watched the waves of the Pacific crash onto the shore, the smell of salt in the air. You’d always enjoyed the views of the Potomac from around D.C. but this was surreal, little did you know so was the owner of this property.

You started back towards the house but stopped short when a man stormed out the front door “I've never!” he yelled loudly and spat on the ground in front of the entrance. Noticing you he looked you up and down with what you discerned as repugnance “If I, a 3 star Michelin chef, am not good enough for his highness there is certainly no hope for you.” he spat out in his thick French accent and promptly continued to his car and proceeded to peel out of the drive.

“Charming…” you muttered as you collected the grocery bags from your vehicle and headed into the house, the front door still wide open from the previous applicant's tantrum.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked around. So much space, so much light, so many windows. There were even windows on the ceiling! What are those called again?

“You must be Miss Y/N.” a voice broke your concentration.

You looked around but didn't see anyone. “Yes, I am.” you called out still trying to find the source of the voice.

“My name is J.A.R.V.I.S. and I will be directing you towards the kitchen so you may prepare your menu. Mr. Stark is otherwise occupied.”

Still not seeing a source for the voice you responded “Well Jarvis it is very nice to meet you. But, where are you?”

“I am an AI.” Jarvis says matter-of-factly.

“An… AI?” you had no clue what that even was.

“Artificial Intelligence.”

“I'm not familiar with what that is.” you say honestly.

“The definition of artificial intelligence is as follows: the theory and development of computer systems able to perform tasks that normally require human intelligence, such as visual perception, speech recognition, decision-making, and translation between languages.” Jarvis rattled off.

“So you are like a computer that can talk? Oh! I hope that doesn't offend you, I don't mean to simplify what you are. Hell, you’re obviously smarter than I am…” you ramble on.

“I am not offended Miss Y/N. If I could feel emotions I believe I would find your concern endearing. Please follow the prompts on the wall and I'll lead you to the kitchen.” he says reassuringly.

“Holy cow!” you exclaim as you enter the kitchen, fingers gliding over the countertops feeling the coolness of the marble. It is easily the nicest kitchen you’d ever seen, very modern just like the rest of the home and top of the line everything.

“You will be preparing Mr. Stark lunch today. Please let me know when you have the meal completed and I will alert him.” Jarvis stated.

“Thank you Jarvis.” Hesitating for a moment you decide to proceed “Jarvis, may I ask you a question?

“Of course Miss Y/N. I am here to help.”

“The man who interviewed before me…” you swallowed, insecurity building inside of you “seemed upset when he left. What happened?”

“Oh, him. Yes. Mr. Stark took one look at his dish and decided to go with someone else.”

“He didn't even taste it!?” you asked incredulously.

“Sir felt that he wouldn't be a good fit. He can be particular.”

Your heart sank a little. “If a three star chef’s food wasn’t even worth tasting I'm not really sure what I can do here.” You say with a defeated shrug. “Anyways, thank you Jarvis, I really appreciate your help.”

“Let me know if I can be of further assistance.”

You take a deep breath trying to collect yourself, you slide a small picture out of your watch pocket and admire it. “Be with me.” you whisper tenderly as you trace your finger over the image of Sargent Barnes. You always kept the picture with you, always. Even though you had learned of his death at the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum you couldn't help feeling a connection to him, feeling him, like something kept you tethered together. You tucked the picture safely back in your watch pocket. “Just follow your instincts.” you said to yourself.

You had decided on prawn bruschetta and a kale salad with a lemon vinaigrette. It wasn’t exactly in your wheelhouse of classic diner fare but you wanted to impress and you didn't think a greasy cheeseburger would cut it. You had also brought the staples for one of your personal favorite meals for your own lunch, pizza rolls and beer.

The salad was done including the freshly made croutons and you were just about to get to work on the prawns when the oven dinged signaling your pizza rolls were done. You twirled your way over to the double oven and took out the pizza rolls to cool. You felt almost at home in this kitchen, you could definitely work in this space. As you were getting ready to toss the prawns in the heated oil you were startled by someone coming into the kitchen. Someone who works on the property you assume, maintenance maybe, he had grease staining his clothes.

“Something smells good.” The man said looking around eyes finally settling on the pizza rolls and beer. He rubbed his hands together and went to dive in. “I can have some of these right?” he asked with a pleading grin on his face. “I haven't eaten all day.”

“Of course! I never turn away someone hungry.” you say with a laugh. “Just don't drink all my beer.” You feign a stern tone and point a finger at him.

You continue your work on Mr. Stark’s lunch as the man starts talking again. “So I take it you are one of the applicants for the personal chef position?”

“Yes. To be honest I'm not really sure what I'm doing here. I feel out of my league. Have you seen all the windows in this place? I'm not sure some diner cook could impress who ever lives in a place like this.” you turn around quickly to face the man who is sitting at the island behind you eating pizza rolls off the cookie sheet. “I probably shouldn't have said that out loud! Please don't tell Mr. Stark.”

The man gives you an amused look “Oh I wont tell him.” he says while crossing his heart.

“Thank you.” you release a sigh of relief “What's your name?”

“Tony. So where are you from?”

Turning your attention back to your dish you continue your friendly banter “Washington D.C. What about you?”

“Manhattan. Tell me about yourself, hmm I didn't catch your name.”

“Y/N. Not much to tell really. I live a pretty quiet life, I work at a diner and spend most of my free time either in my apartment or at museums around the city.” you weren't about to confess the amount of time you spend at the Captain America exhibit “I do have my neighbor over for dinner from time to time, he always has the most interesting stories.” You turn to the island to plate the meal and look at the man who has all but demolished your lunch “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.” he says cleaning his hands with a napkin.

“Shoot what?” you ask quickly but with sincerity.

He can't contain his laughter and you are just confused. Wiping the tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard he manages to collect himself “It is a colloquial saying. It means go ahead.”

“Shoot means go ahead.” you say out loud to yourself trying to commit this new information to memory. “Got it.”

“You are an interesting woman Y/N. What was your question?”

“Well I was going to ask what Mr. Stark is like but his lunch is ready so I guess I'll find out for myself soon enough.” you look around and ask sheepishly “Jarvis?”

“Yes Miss Y/N?” Jarvis responds.

“Mr. Stark’s lunch is ready. Should I bring it to him or would he like to eat somewhere in particular?”

“That's okay Jarvis. I got this.” Tony chimes in with a smug grin plastered on his face.

“Certainly Sir.” Jarvis replies.

Staring at Tony your jaw agape as you put it all together. You were so focused on making your dish as perfectly as you could manage that you hadn't really put much thought into who your lunch guest really was. You were mad at yourself for getting caught off guard, you should be better than that, you are better than that, little red arcs danced over your fingers, you quickly put your hands behind your back and worked to control your emotions.

“You lied to me.” you accused, still fighting back your anger at yourself.

Tony looked at you full of amusement “I didn't lie. How was I supposed to know that you didn't know who I was?”

“How was I supposed to know who you are?” you snap back.

“Most people do. I guess it’s the whole genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist thing.” he says while gesturing with his hand like it is no big deal.

“I guess I'm not most people then.” you say sharply while starting to gather your things.

Tony smiles and nods in agreement “Yes. You, Y/N, are not most people. In fact your resume, or lack thereof, is what initially intrigued me. However when I tried to dig a little deeper, for security reasons and all, I found pretty much nothing. In fact I couldn't find anything on you prior to three years ago, it is like you are a ghost. You don't even have an email.”

You had stopped gathering your things and just stared, jaw clenched, at the man who already knew too much about you for your comfort. “I'm not sure what you would like me to say.”

“The truth.” Tony said simply.

“I always tell the truth.” you confessed.

“Always?” he asked doubtfully.

“Yes. Unless a promise I've previously made will be broken or someone’s safety would be compromised.” You state earnestly.

“Then let the grilling commence!” he motioned for you to take a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

You look at him puzzled “What would you like me to grill?”

“No. I…” he chuckles and shakes his head at you. “I'm going to ask you some questions. If you are going to work for me I need to know that I can trust you.”

“Okay…” you’re a bit wary but your instincts tell you to give Tony a chance and you always trust your instincts. You take a seat on the stool next to him.

“Are you in witness protection or something? Is that why you’re a ghost story?” he starts off.

You think for a moment “I don't know what that is and I am not a ghost.”

“Okay… Let’s try again. What were you up to before three years ago?”

You shrug. “I don't know.”

It was Tony's turn to be confused “You don't know?”

“Correct.” You nod.

“How can you not know?”

“I am not sure how.”

You can tell he is getting frustrated now as he runs his fingers over his beard in thought. “You have to help me out here a little Y/N. Can you tell me what you do remember about your life? Why can't I find anything on you?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “I am not trying to be secretive Tony. It is just engrained in me. It keeps me safe.”

“Safe from what?” he asks softly.

Your eyes open full of tears “I don't know!” you choke out. Just tell him. Tell him. You think to yourself. You've only told two people about your situation, it like everything in your life was a closely guarded secret. You have always felt a strong urge to stay hidden, it was instinctual really. But in this moment looking in Tony's eyes you see something, something familiar. He has been lost, like you. Please be right about this. “Just like I don't know who I am, where I'm from or what the hell happened to me before.”

“Before what?” Tony gently urges you to continue.

“Before I woke up. Three years ago. Alone. In the middle of nowhere.” you confess. “Maybe I am a ghost.” you whisper under your breath.

Tony thinks for a moment, slaps his hands on his legs and stands up “Okay! I work a lot of odd hours so I'll need you to be available during those odd hours. You can have access to the facilities around the property, gym, pool, tennis courts and so on. Jarvis will alert you to anywhere you do not have access to. I'll have Pepper go over the paperwork and other boring things with you. When can you start?”

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#marvel fanfiction #spectrum #original character #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #platonic tony x reader #platonic Fury x reader

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barnes-belle · 5 years

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Beauty and the Barnes (2)

A Modern Retelling Of Beauty and The Beast.

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Lots of Smut, Light Hints of Non/Dub-Con, Prostitution, Swearing, Dark Bucky.

When your father falls deathly ill you fall into a lifestyle you would have could have never predicted for yourself. Selling your body as a high-class escort isn’t ideal but it’s the only way to find the money you need to help your father, until your first client offers you another way.

Bucky’s mean, coarse and gets a kick out of watching you squirm but he is willing to help your father. All you have to do is sign yourself over to The Winter Soldier, body and soul.

Trapped in The Avengers compound, serving as a PA to a man who’s an absolute beast you find yourself wondering if there’s such a thing as a happy ending?

Chapter Two

You kicked the front door open with your foot as you juggled the keys and the bags of groceries.

“Dad?” You called out, looking around the open for him.

“Oh sweetheart, there you are. Could you *cough* pass me the *cough*…” He said, peering at you from behind a canvas.

“The cornflower blue?” You asked, smiling sadly and passing him the paint.

He nodded happily, choosing to save his voice.

Once upon a time your father had been an incredible painter. He never sought riches or fame, just enough to get by and make sure you had all you needed. Beyond that, he just wanted to bring a little beauty and joy into people’s lives. These days, he painted for himself. He was to weak, too shaky to give his art the same level of detail as before and it had become a private hobby.

“Dad, why isn’t the fireplace lit? We have a top floor apartment so you can use the chimney.” You scolded, dropping the groceries onto the countertop and hurrying over to the fireplace.

“It dries out the paint.” He wheezed.

“It also helps your lungs. Cold air, bad!” You said for the billionth time as you stuffed newspapers under the logs.

He devolved into a violent coughing fit behind you and you sighed, knowing there was nothing you could do to ease it.

“I’ll put the groceries away.” You told him and he waved you off, picking up his paintbrush again.

You slowly put all the healthy foods into the fridge, contemplating the life changing decision you’d been given last night, pretending to ponder over it. It was your father’s health, his life you were talking about here though and you knew that ultimately, you were going to sign yourself over to Bucky Barnes. You pulled out your phone and sent a text to Mrs Pamela, telling her it just wasn’t the right lifestyle for you and promptly blocked her number. That was when you noticed the new email notification.

From: [email protected]

Subject: I think this will satisfy your father’s needs.

You clicked open the email and nearly dropped the phone in shock at the online brochure it led you to. The out of state clinic was one of the best in the country, specialising in lung disorders. The pictures showed a sleek, clean, homely looking facility that boasted the best doctors. It was the sort of place that you couldn’t even have dreamt of sending your father.

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a Job interview with Stark Industries today, if I get it my medical insurance will cover your treatments. Better, you’ll get really good care.” You said, fudging the truth.

“Yes but *cough* do you want this job? Will you like working *cough* there?” You father asked in concern.

“I would love to get this job!” You lied through your teeth.

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You smoothed your hands over the skirt of your dress nervously as you got out of your beat up old rickety pick-up truck and stepped inside the building, slipping the lanyard that had been given to you at the front gate over your neck. There was a reception desk, but it was unmanned and you looked around nervously.

“Hello, is anyone there?” You called quietly.

“Hello Miss Belle.” A woman’s voice said from nowhere and you yelped and spun round looking for the owner of the mysterious voice.

“Hello…. Ghost?” You answered.

“My name is Friday; I am an Artificial Intelligence system. Sergeant Barnes is expecting you, if you’ll step into the elevator, I will send you to the correct floor.” Friday said.

“Oh, why thank you very much Friday.” You said kindly as an elevator door slid open on the other side of the room and you hurried towards it.

As the elevator carried you up, you wondered if it would be rude of you to correct an AI about your name. You decided against it, you didn’t want to offend or embarrass her.

“Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you in his suite. Turn left, then right and it’s the second door on the right.” Friday instructed.

“Thankyou Friday!” You called, hurrying out of the elevator with your head down, hoping you didn’t run into anybody.

You made your way to the correct door and raised your hand to knock but before you did it swung open and Bucky Barnes looked down at you with an unimpressed, almost bored expression.

“You made the right choice. Sign these.” He said, tossing a pile of papers at you.

“Can I read them?” You asked, catching them awkwardly as you crossed the threshold.

“The point of reading a contract is to make sure you’re not signing your soul away. You are signing your soul over to me, and your body with it. Besides, those are just the standard NDA’s and privacy clauses all Stark employee’s sign.” He said, sitting down and watching you.

“Right…” you said, looking through your bag for a pen.

He held one up in your line of vison and you took it.

“Does it use Ink or Blood?” You joked.

“Why, do you have a bloodplay kink you want me to indulge?” He asked and you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

“Nope. My only kink is being completely owned and controlled by handsome 100-year-old assassins?” You offered and there was a flash of something in his eyes.

You took a deep breath and screwed your eyes closed so you didn’t have to watch yourself sign your life away. As soon as you were done he snatched the papers away and handed you a single sheet of paper.

“Now sign this.” He instructed.

“This contract gives you uninhabited access to my body, whenever, wherever and however you chose. In return, you will pay for my father’s admission and stay at The Clinic and all treatments needed. That’s literally all it says.” You spluttered.

“That’s all it needs to say.”

“I…” You began but he was right. What more was there to be said?

“Is it even legally binding?” You asked.

“The law is the least of your worries if you break a contract with me. But yes. Friday serves as a witness.” He informed you.

“What about if you break the contract?” You asked.

“I won’t.” He stated.

“But what if…”

“I’m not going to.”

“But how do I know that?”

“I WONT!” He roared; patience spent.

You had to believe him. It was your dads’ best chance. So nodded and scribbled your signature onto the paper. For such a monumental moment in your life, it was rather anti-climactic, and you pulled back to regard the paper with a puzzled frown.

“What now?” He snapped.

“I don’t know… I was expecting it to burst into flames or something.” You admitted.

“How… why… never mind.” He sighed, looking at you like you were an idiot and grabbing your elbow and dragging you over to a door on the far side of the room.

“This is your room. Mine is that one.” He said, pointing to the opposite side of the room.

“So, you don’t live in Brooklyn? Wait. MY room?” You yelped.

“Yes, your room. I want you fully moved in by tomorrow night at the latest. It’s in the contracts you just signed. The clinic is coming for your father, in about… 25 minutes.” He told you.

“What? But… but I didn’t even get to say goodbye! I’ll never make it home on time!”

“Not my problem. I promised to get him help, I have. You’re being given a tour of the compound and getting your security clearance by one of the on-site PA’s in a few minutes, so we don’t have a lot of time.” He said callously, pushing you into the living area.

“But…” You objected.

“Listen, you belong to me now. You agreed to it, so stop fucking being annoying about it and do as I damn well say.”

You snapped your mouth closed and tried to brush aside the thought you’d made a terrible mistake and the worry for your father and nodded to him. Your new master.

“Turn around.” He instructed.

When you did, he quickly unzipped your dress and slipped the straps over your shoulders, pushing the dress to the floor.

“We don't have a lot of time, but I don't want you walking around the building meeting all these superheroes without remembering who you belong too.” He told you.

He spun you around so you were facing him and sat down in the chair. You stood there unsure exactly of what you're supposed to do until he unzipped himself and pulled his fully hard cock free. You stifled a gasp, somehow in your mind you'd managed to downplay how big it was but seeing again now you remembered how difficult it had been to fit that thing inside of you.

“Well don't just stand there Belle, this is your job now.” He reprimanded.

You stepped forward and began to sink to your knees but he tutted at you and you sighed and leant over him instead, wrapping your hand around his cock. You couldn’t fit your fingers all the way around him as you tentatively and experimentally pumped your hand up and down his shaft.

“Hmm. Put a little effort into it.” He said coldly.

So you did. Your back started to burn from the awkward hunched over position quickly and your arm started to ache from the continues pumping. It was so… mundane. This was the man who ordered prostitutes to get off, not the cruel, sadistic and almost cheekily charming man who’d made you ride him.

You strangely missed that man, at least he’d had a shade of life in him. So, you did something potentially stupid and leaned over to lick the bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip. He cocked his head curiously at you but didn’t reprimand you, so you slowly closed your lips over the very tip of him and almost teasingly sucked as you pumped your hand along his shaft, twisting your wrist and squeezing him.

“There’s my Belle.” He praised.

He stood up, forcing you to stand upright as he did, and you continued to jerk him off as he pulled your underwear down over your hips, leaving them about midway down your thigh. He leant forward so the head of his cock was jutting over the edge of your panties and you figured out was he was doing. He was going to make you carry a reminder of who you belonged to with you for the rest of the day and you swallowed thickly.

His fingers hooked under your chin and forced you to look up at him. He gazed at your face with a look you couldn’t quite place for a few moments before you felt him twitch in your hand and you glanced down to watch as he spurted roped of white cum into your panties, some of it splashing off of your pussy. He groaned and you pumped him until he was done and he quickly pulled your panties back up, further than they needed to be until it was almost painful.

You could feel his sticky, warm seed press against your most intimate parts and you shuddered at the sensation. Especially when it oozed out of your underwear and trickled down your leg. He zipped himself back up and tossed your dress at you and walked towards the door, sighing and stopping without turning when he didn’t hear you move.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I don’t want to move yet?” You said timidly.

“Why?”

“Because… It’ll…. You know? It’ll squelch.” You explained.

His shoulders shook and for a brief second you thought he might be laughing until he turned around and glared at you.

“You’ll suffer a lot worse than wet panties while you’re here. Trust me. Fucking move.” He snarled and you hurriedly pulled your dress back on, twisting around to pull the zipper up.

He unceremoniously pushed you out of the door and smacked you ass before the door slammed in your face.

“I don’t know where I’m supposed to go!” You shouted.

No response.

“Bucky?”

Nothing.

“Friday?” You said hopefully.

“Yes Miss Belle, I’m here. If you head back towards the elevator, the common room is opposite, and your escort is waiting there for you.” Friday said helpfully.

“Thankyouu.” You whispered, walking awkwardly towards the common room.

There was indeed squelching and though you would never, ever admit it out loud, having Bucky’s cum soaking through your underwear and coating your pussy was actually not an entirely unpleasant feeling. You gradually straightened up, getting used to the feeling.

You wandered into the common room, looking around for your ‘escort’.

“Who’s that?”

“Is that her? Are you the girl?

“I think it is. Are you Belle?”

You stood in the doorway, dumbstruck. The two men, the two very famous men looked over you curiously, bordering on concern when you didn’t move.

You really hoped neither Captain America nor The Falcon was your tour guide because you were not making a good impression.

“Yes! I’m Belle.” You said without thinking.

It was really starting to look like you were stuck with the name.

A/N - I'm still not 100% sure about this fic so this is the decider chapter for me. I tried to make Bucky beastly but still Bucky and I wanted Belle to be sweet and innocent but still have a sassy streak.In case you would like to know...

Lumiere - Steve Cogsworth - Sam Mrs Potts - Tony Chip - Peter Parker

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hemmo-or-hemmings · 5 years

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Naughty Receptionist

I have been working at Hemm Inc for two years now and every thing was always the same. Assistants came and went by the week. Some were fired, some couldn’t handle the needs of Mr Hemmings. Today was no different.

“Louise you should get out of here whilst you still can.” Tamara, Mr Hemmings Assistant said walking down the stairs to my desk.

“Are you okay Tammy?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“That man-boy knows no limits,” She sighed, passing me here office pass, work phone and diary. “I’m sorry Louise, looks like your going to have to schedule another interview, my last orders from that blonde haired bastard.” She strutted off sighing again as she did so.

It was a bit upsetting, Tamara was your favourite of all of the assistants, and she lasted a whole two weeks. You see many were bimbo’s who just wanted to get into the big bosses pants and earn a small fortune. Many accomplished just that on their first day, and then after that they all disappeared a few days later. The last time you would see them was to hand their passed back.

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It was 10 to 8 and I already knew I was going to be late. There are towels all over my apartment floor, I am still in my underwear and my hair is sopping wet. I have two more towels clutched in my hands as I look dumbfolded down at the floor. I need to call into work to let them know I am going to be late, but Tamara left and she is my point of contact. What is worse is that today is the day of the interviews for the role of assistant for Mr Hemmings. I am required to go in early just to greet the candidates.

I take the only option I have.

Thump. Thump. Thump. “Calllll?” I call. “ Calum? You in?” Again. “Hood get your ass out here right now!” I practically scream, and then cringe to myself because I just know that Some old biddie is going to be really rather annoyed.

“What’s up my dude?” Cal pretty much yawns whilst standing at his door half naked.

“Ew, get some clothes on you weirdo.” I say, trying to look at anything but him.

“Oh you know you want a piece of this Hemingway, you know” Cal says, bottom lip between his teeth. He only calls me Hemingway when he’s frustrated if you know what I mean. “Okay so I’m guessing you’re not here to jump in my pants, what do you want Lou?” He asks, with a sorta bored look on his face.

“ I really need a lift to work.” I plead with him, putting my best puppy dog eyes on for him. He loves puppies. And he loves me. Kinda. We have a kinda thing going.

“ Hm, I’m sure you only like me because I can drive.” He states, but gives me a smirk. I’m still pleading. “Alright Lou, just lemme get some joggers and a top on. We have breakfast as well?” This was a regular thing. Calum driving me to work, breakfast on the way there. Escorting me to the desk. Asking if he can take me on a date some day. Being friend zoned. Trying again another day.

“ As much as I love our breakfast dates, I’m running hella late. Sorry Cal, I just need your car today, not your company.” He just looked at me shaking his head in disappointment.

“You use and abuse me Hemingway” He sighed as he walked back in to his apartment.

I tried looking online for Mr Hemmings number but failed miserably. If I could give him a heads up then maybe he would forgive me, but I was sure to be fired for being late. If there was one thing Mr Hemmings hated it was his staff not being punctual. He had fired many assistants for this.

Something did strike me however, Mr Hemmings couldn’t fire me if he had never actually met me. Yep you heard that right. We have never met each other. One of his assistants hired me, and Mr Hemmings never used the main entrance. The only way we have ever communicated is by email or telephone call’s.

“Hemingway! I said come on for God’s sake!” Cal practically shouted as he slammed the door shut. “ I thought you were going to be late for work?” He questioned with an amused look.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about the look on my face When Mr Hemmings fires my sorry ass.” I muttered away as we walked down the corridor to the lift.

“Oh come on, no one would fire you, you’re way too hot.” He quipped with a wink.

“Trust me, if you worked with me you would see how untrue that is” We got in to his car and he started the ignition.

“Lou are you really trying to tell me that Luke Hemmings doesn’t hire women with sex appeal?” He smirked.

“Okay well I wasn’t saying that but he does fire them.”

“Because he’s bored Lou! I hear you talking about the man as if he is God’s gift, he doesn’t care about you and he wont care about his next assistant.” I looked at him shocked, Calum has always been the laid back sort of person, but every time I mention Mr Hemmings he tenses and changes the subject.

I looked away quickly.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. I could feel his gaze shifting to and from me. I stayed looking out of the window. “Lou come on, I didn’t mean to shout.” He explained. He still seemed frustrated though and I didn’t like his tone. He sighed and I felt the car move to the side. He put the handbrake on.

“ Calum what are you doing? I’m going to be late. I huffed.

“I’m not taking you to work when you’re mad at me. Lou, I’m sorry I snapped at you, it’s just something doesn’t sit right with me when it comes to your boss. I know that’s not your fault and I need to get over it, but I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” He let out a breath and I gave him a small smile.

“ Okay Cal, I forgive you. But it’s not like I have even met Mr Hemmings, so I think I will be fine.” I reply. “ Now drive boy before I am not fine.” He held his hands up in defence and put the car back into gear before driving again.

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Calum pulled up to my works about 20 minutes later than I should have been. “ Thank’s Cal, you might want to stick around for half an hour though, if I’m fired I don’t want to be walking home in shame.” I winked.

“I’m sure your job is safe Lou. Just call if you need me.” He called and then pulled away from the building.

I practically ran up the hundred steps to the entrance of the building, pulling my pass out mid sprint. I buzzed in and opened the door. There was no one waiting for me at my desk. That could be a good sign. I looked around the reception and didn’t see anyone about. That must mean that the interviewee’s must be late. I strutted over to my desk, flinging my bag on the floor. I turned my monitors on as I never shut my computer down. I logged onto my email, luckily there weren’t many outstanding, one did catch my eye however;

From: Luke Hemmings To: Lou Hemingway Date:12/03/19 08.05 Subject: Scheduled Meeting

Good Morning Miss Hemingway,

I hope you are well?

I would like to schedule a meeting with you for this morning.

How does 10.30 sound?

Please come to my office and we will get started.

Regards,

Mr Hemmings.

Oh shit.

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idontevenknowmanidek · 5 years

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"I wanna be a star!" Pt. 1: Audition

Life as a porn star was nothing like Nita expected. She thought it was all orgasms and easy money, but her company had her working hard. 2 workouts daily, heavily regulated diet, and filming everyday. The money was good though.

From day one, everything was different than she expected. When she went to sign up to a talent agency, she thought she'd be walking in to some sleazy building filled with gross old guys, not that that wouldve stopped her from moving forward with her "acting' goals. But the building she walked up to was a tall, sleek no-nonsense type place. It was all bright and shiny and everyone there looked hotttt. It was hard to tell who was an actor and who was an office worker. She walked in to speak to the receptionist, who was a sweet, bubbly young woman by the name of Lisa, and was directed up to the 7th floor. Thats were interviews were held.

In the elevator the sounds of smooth jazz filled her ears and set her at ease. "This is awesome!" She thought. In no time, she was walking out into a well furnished office. It was somwhow dark and comforting at the same time. A man sat at the desk in the middle of the room, scribbling on some papers, but the sound of the opening elevator alerted him.

"Ah! You must be Anita Paul. Come, sit down." He stood as she approached and shook her hand. "Would you like a drink?" He gestured at a glass pitcher on his desk and she nodded. Smoothly, he poured a serving into two glasses and placed one in front of her. She thanked him as she took the glass and took a sip, surprised to taste orange seltzer water.

"Good isn't it?"

"Mhm! Wow, that was super refreshing!"

"I'm glad you like it Anita. Now, lets get started. My name is Grant Downing, or Mr. Downing if you so please. Tell me, what brings you to us today?"

"Oh, well... I'm a performer. Its all I've ever wanted to do in life, be in front of a camera. But I like having fun. Being in a drama or a rom-com doesn't interest me much, they arent as fun as... Well, this."

"Interesting. Since you like being on camera so much, would you mind doing the next section while video taped? I just need to see how the camera reacts to you, see you in action, you know?"

"Oh that is absolutely no problem, Mr. Downing." Anita adjusted herself in her armchair, flipping her long, dark hair behind her ears and sitting up straighter, so her breasts poked out a bit. Meanwhile, Grant was setting up a small tripod beside his desk. A little red light began to flash, letting her know the camera was on and rolling.

"Now, I'm going to ask you a few more questions and then, I'll run you through some exercises. Sound good?"

Anita nodded and beamed at the camera.

"So Anita, have you ever had sex before?"

The question made her smile fade a bit. It was times like this that she was grateful for her dark skin, noone could see her blush, but it didn't stop her from feeling the heat riaing in her cheeks.

"No, sir." She said, quietly.

"What a surprise. A pretty girl like you, still a virgin and at 24. Why does a virgin want to be a porn star?"

" Uhm, well... I've never had sex with another person, but ive had plenty of experience with sex toys and the like. I'm a very curious person, you see. I'm also cautious, so while the opportunity has presented itself in the past, ive never done more than hand jobs and other forms of outercourse."

"Thank you for sharing Anita. Next question. What is your sexual orientation?"

Anita let out a sigh of relief at the change of topic.

"I consider myself Queer."

"So, you wouldnt mind having sex with a man or a woman, cis or otherwise?"

"Oh not at all, Ive had partners with all sorts of different identities. Nonbinary, cis woman, trans woman, etc. I do tend to lean more femme in terms of my attraction, but i have dated men and masculine folks as well."

"Good, I'm glad youre open to different things. So, how do you feel about roleplay?"

"I think I might be most excited for that! It'll give me a chance to show off my acting chops and I'll get to try something new all the time!"

"Do you have any hard limits?"

'Hmm.. Yes, i dont think I'd like to do too much with bodily fluids or anything too painful. I dont mind a little pain here and there, but I think if it were geared towards sadism and masochism, i wouldn't be into it as much."

"Noted." Grant said, reaching over and scribbling something. He glanced at his watch. "How do you feel, Anita?"

Anita paused for a moment and thought. She felt good. Really good. She was comfortable in the chair and in front if Mr. Downing. Anita wasnt a prude or anything, but she typically wasnt the most forthright when it came to sex and her body. She guessed ti was just because it was her boss... er, possible future boss, that she was tlaking to that put her at ease. Its a job for porn, there are no secrets, she thought

"I'm feeling great, Mr. Downing"

"Good. Now, I'm going to ask you to list out some of your fantasies for me. While doing this, you may begin to feel aroused and thats perfectly okay. If you want to, you can touch yourself while talking abt these fantasies, but only above the clothes. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Downing. Uhm, I geuss my biggest fantasy would be a gangbang... I love the idea of being used by multiple people at once. All those hands over my body." Anita shivered at the thought. The warmth that was once in her cheeks moved lower, to a very different part of her body.

"I also fantasize about being tied up to once of those siban things, and having to ride that for a long time, orgasm after orgasm ripping through me."

"Keep going Anita, tell me more."

By this point, she was dripping with desire, it was as though a faucet had been left on.

"Mmm. I like the idea of using a double sided dildo on someone. One side in me, the other side in them and I'm using it to fuck them. And every thrust I give them, i also feel. Sometimes in this fantasy, there's someone else behind me, hitting it from the back, thrusting in time with me." Anita had begun to rub herself over her slacks. Why did i have to dress sensibly?

"Stop." Mr. Downing barked out, and Anita immediately stopped speaking and masturbating. "Thats enough of your fantasies, thank you. The question part is now over, time for some exercises."

"Stand up with your arms out and give me a spin." Without hesitation, Anita stood and spun slowly for Mr. Downing to see her. "Anita, take your clothes off." In no time, she stood before him, her slacks and blouse, crumpled on the floor before her. As her hand began to reach for her bra, he stopped her.

"Thats more than enough. Kneel, Anita. Legs spread wide." She lowered herself to the ground, settling in the position he described.

"Now we are going to see how well you can act. Grope your breasts and moan."

Her hands began to snake up her body, grabbing and pulling at her breasts through her lacy bra.

"Mmm, Ohhh." Her nipples began to harden and poked at her hands.

"Louder! More forceful. Come on Anita, you've seen porn before."

Anita redoubled her efforts moaning more loudly.

"Unnff. Yeah! MMMM!"

"There you go! Here, take it and use it. Youve got the job if you can come in less than a minute." He handed her a thick vibrator which she gladdly accepted. Turning it on to the highest setting, she got to work and starting playing with herself, moaning wantonly the entire time. 45 seconds in, she came mindshatteringly hard.

"Welcome to the family Anita. Now, take the elevator down to the bottom floor, you'll get your onboarding papers and watch the training video there."

He helped her up and uahered her towarsa the elevator.

"But.. My clothes?"

"Oh you wont need them now" he chuckled. With a smile and a wave, he sent her on her way

#hypnosis #my post #stars stories #audition #i want to be a star

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chimfires · 6 years

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cliche // Jackson Wang

genre: honestly, idk at this point

pairing: Jackson Wang x reader (college au, athlete jackson)

*requested

You sighed, sitting back in your seat. Something was off about the photo spread for your section, and you couldn’t voice what it was. The photos contrasted too much with each other, and once they would be printed, it would only intensify the colors, making it even more obvious. You groaned, putting your face in your hands at the sheer thought of having to put your name on something like this. Writing was your passion, you loved doing it, it was the way you got to express yourself without ever having to speak. You loved telling the truth in your writing, helping people see a different side of things. Yet here you were, working on the photo editing team. Your college paper was a comfortable size, everyone helped push things along like a huge machine. Everyone had a set job, and it worked. However, it often times left you irritated, how would any self respecting news paper or magazine take you serious as a writer, if you never got the chance to.

“y/n, my office please” your professor called. You nodded, following him in as he shut the door behind you.

“I have a new project for you.” he said. You straightened your posture, causing him to chuckle.

“I know that photo editing isn’t exactly your cup of tea, but I’m not sure if you want this either. You know Hannah, our head of our sports section?” he asked. You slowly nodded.

“Well, Hannah withdrew from our school, and I thought you would be interested in trying to write a piece for this section. Now if you don’t like working in sports, consider this your trial piece, I’ll take it, and see who else would want sports and see if they’ll switch with you.I just want you to be able to express yourself. Are you interested?” he asked. You nodded.

“Great! Have a seat” he said, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. You nodded, sitting and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“The next piece is on Jackson Wang, it’s basically a profile, and general spread on him. You have a month, I want you to get to know him, and show everyone who Jackson really is. I spoke with the coach, and he knows you’re going to be around a lot, and he invited you to the pre game prep today for the team. You’ll be able to introduce yourself there. Show the coach this, and you’ll be able to get in” he said, handing you a laminated card. It read your name, as well as “editor for the post”. It was basically a press pass. He gave you a warm smile.

“I know you’re probably jittery for this, and I know you’re on the shy side, but I think you’ll do well.” he said. You nodded, slipping the card into your pocket.

“I won’t let you down chief” you said. He smiled, nodding.

“Get to it then” he said. You exited the room, collecting your items. A spread on Jackson Wang.. Alleged school playboy. How interesting was this going to be?

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“How can I help you miss?” the coach asked. You gave him a polite smile, and relayed the story the coach said.

“Oh okay I understand. You can head on inside the gym, and if any of the boys give you a hard time let me know. I’ll get on their asses” he said. You smiled, nodding and entering the gym. Laughter filled the gym and immediately you were sent on edge at the sound of a familiar laugh of your ex.

Kai glanced over, smirking immediately as you walked in the gym.

“Hey y/n” he said, plush lips formed into a sickening sweet smile.

“Hi Kai” you replied in a mono tone voice, looking over him trying to find Jackson.

“Came to pay me a visit?” he asked, a smug look on his face. You scoffed, shaking your head.

“I’m here to see Jackson actually, have you seen him?” you asked.

“Wang?” he scoffed, not bothering to hide the distaste in his voice. Kai couldn’t stand Jackson, he was his absolute competition, and everyone seemed to favor Jackson over Kai surprisingly .

“yoo” Jackson yelled, looking up from the floor. He was stretching his legs, and Kai shook his head, walking away. You walked up to Jackson, heart seeming to pound in your ears. All eyes were on you. Every single player on the team watched in curiosity as you walked up to him.

“y/n?” he asked, a small smile forming on his lips catching you off guard. How did he even know your name?

“um.. yeah that’s me... how’d you know my name?” you asked, feeling warmth spread from your chest towards the root of your hair.

“We have English and Psychology together” he said, a slight rosy tint forming on his cheeks as well. Had you really never noticed him? You glanced around at the other members of his team, all eyeing you.

“You’re right..” you said, a slight chuckle leaving your lips.

“Look Jackson I don’t know if your coach told you but I’m basically here to write a spread on you for the paper. So I’ll just be around, and wanted to introduce myself so it doesn’t seem like I’m stalking you” you said. Jackson smiled, nodding.

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind if you stalked me though” he said playfully. You let a nervous smile play on your lips and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Immediately, he felt bad. You were clearly uncomfortable and he didn’t wanna make it worse. He placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a sweet gaze.

“hey.. I’m sorry.. I’m just teasing.. Thanks for the warning.. How about we get a bite after the game, that way you could ask me anything you want.” he said. You nodded.

“okay.. thanks” you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

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“So what do you want to know?” he asked, giving you a warm smile. Another victory had been earned to the team, Jackson scoring the winning shot.

“Anything you feel comfortable sharing, and anything you feel comfortable with everyone knowing. I just really wanna know what everyone else wants to know.. Who is Jackson Wang?” you asked, in a fake interviewer voice. He laughed, sitting back in his seat. He brought you to a diner that had a fifties theme to it. It was basically empty, and the waitress knew Jackson by name.

“interesting question.. but I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with a complete stranger knowing everything about me” he teased.

“so let’s do this. For everything I tell you, you tell me something about you in response” he said. You tilted your head to the side.

“Why do you want to know about me?” you asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

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And this is how it went for a month, your hangouts becoming more and more frequent. Walking to class together, walking him to practice. Walks home, movie nights, dinners. You learned that he loved music.. dancing.. rapping... he loved basketball because his late father and him bonded over it, but he only played for the school team because they gave him a full ride, and it took a load off his mothers back. Spending time with him, you grew to know that he was a kind soul, he just wanted to make his mother proud overall. You also learned that people often times took his kindness for flirting, which explained how he got his playboy title. You grew to learn the difference between his flirting, and conversing. It was strange to think about, but he was becoming your favorite part of your day.

“So how’s the article about me coming?” he asked. You sighed, throwing your head back in response.

“Jackson Wang you are a complex character. Butttt it’s coming along.” you said. he nodded, playfully shoving your knee.

“stop it” you groaned, lightly kicking him. He smiled, putting the laptop on the table.

“You need a break...” he said.

“I need to finish.. I have what.. four days before it goes out?” you asked.

“And you have everything you need.. you’ll fry your pretty little brain out” he teased. You sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“shut uppp” you groaned.

“you’re just mad I’m right” he teased again. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you. You looked down, realizing that his hand hadn’t left your knee. A faint blush began to creep up your neck, when you realized the close proximity between the two of you. he had an arm around you, letting his hand rest on your knee, and you were tucked into his side. Any closer, you would be sitting on his lap. He absentmindedly moved his thumb in circular motions, watching whatever film it was he chose to watch that night. He was chewing on his bottom lip, completely immersed in the film. You knew Jackson was handsome, anyone with working eyes knew he was. But there was something about seeing him like this, in his natural element. He wasn’t Jackson Wang star athlete around you. He was simply Jackson Wang.. son.. and friend... His raven colored hair parted in the middle, slightly covering his eyes, but leaving enough room for him to see the world around him. There was something about him.. Was it his laugh? His smile? Was it the way he cared for his family, or the way he cared for his team? Or was it everything combined that had made you fall for him.

It sucked.

You had fallen for him. Just like every cliche movie and romance book. The quiet smart girl, falling for the star athlete. But in your case, you weren’t likely to have a happy ending.

“You know.. I’m excited for your article to come out” he said, glancing down at you.

“You are?” you asked.

“mhmmm.. it’ll be interesting..I hope you wont forget about me once you become a famous writer and stuff” he said, giving you a coy smile.

“How could I forget about Jackson Wang, star athlete that got my career started” you teased. He smiled, eyes not leaving yours.

“I hope you won’t.. because that would suck.” he said. You gave a soft sigh, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and having him beat you to it. His fingers softly dance across your cheek, both of your breaths slowing down. He softly ran his fingers along the shape of your lips, softly caressing your bottom lip. his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes. It was a waiting game, trying to see who would give in first. Something pulled both of you in, lips softly brushing each others, you could feel his breath agsint your lips. Noses softly bumping each others, making you smile. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, hoping to bring him closer, only for Jackson to be pulled away by the sound of his phone. You sighed, hand resting on his shoulder

“Fuck” he whispered. Pulling back.You could hear Yugyeom on the other end, telling him he was outside, and that they had to go to some random ass party.

“I can’t- Yug- oh my god shut the fuck up im coming” he groaned, hanging up.

“i’m sorry.. I have to go.. please meet me at this party.. We can talk there” he said, softly stroking your cheek.

“Promise me you’ll come” he said.

“Fine fine.. go before Yugyeom has a heart attack.” you teased. He smiled, quickly exiting your apartment, and leaving you in a daze.

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You entered the house, trying to squeeze yourself past body after body, people dancing. The house had a cloud of smoke covering it. The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of marijuana seemed to set the tone for a classic college party. The lights were off, and the only source of illumination was that of LED lights, casting a crimson glow in the room.

“y/n? at a party? On a monday night?” a familiar voice said. You sighed, continuing to walk.

“Stop walking away from me” Kai said, stepping in front of you. He eyed you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“ooooh you’re looking for Wang.. hmmm” he said, looking around the room.

“ I think I saw him with Jennie a few moments ago” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“kai let me through: you said, trying to push past him. Kai looked back, a smile forming on his lips.

“You like him don’t youuu” he teased. You frowned, ignoring his gaze.

“I know that look.. you used to look at me like that... Aaaaah good times” he said.

“Kai you’re literally talking to yourself.” you snapped.

“You know he won’t take you serious right?” he asked.

“You’ll just be something to do, when theres nothing to do” he said, finally moving aside to reveal what his frame was covering. Your heart seemed to to drop.

Jennie had just pulled back from Jackson’s lips, he looked up, gaze meeting yours.

“y/n!” he shouted. You turned, quickly waking towards the door, vision becoming glossy.

Don’t cry

“y/n please!” Jackson called, catching your hand as you stepped outside.

“please let me go” you said.

“Let me explain.” he pleaded.

“There’s no need.. trust me Jackson you’re cool. Thank you.. for everything and for your time.. I appreciate it.” you said, forcing a fake smile. The tears pooled in your eyes as you fought to blink them back. An uneasy feeling sat in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t his fault, it was simply who he was. His expression was beginning to mirror yours. Tears brimmed his eyes as you pulled back. He watched as your bottom lip quivered. That was when he realized he hated seeing you cry.. He hated you hurting.. especially if he was the one causing the pain.

“please.. please let me explain” he whispered. Jennie had kissed him, and what you saw, was the end of it. He pushed her away, it wasn’t what he wanted.. He wanted to talk to you.. He wanted to find you. She threw herself on him, hearing from Kai that he was into her. a complete lie.

“Seriously... no need... I hope you’l like the article.. and good luck with everything Jackson.. and thank you again” you said, walking off. He threw his hat in frustration.

What had he done.

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“y/n.. this article.. is fantastic..” Chief said. You smiled, thanking him. Monday night was a blur at this point, and you just wanted to get the article out of the way, that way you wouldn’t have to even think about Jackson again. You’d done well with avoiding him. Getting to class early, and leaving as soon as it finished. Avoiding him on campus, and having your roommate tell him you weren’t in. It was simple, and easy to do till the end of the semester if you had to.

“And you’re sure you don’t want to do sports?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Well, Mike that runs News and Opinion said he’d be happy to switch with you for photo editor and Sports” he said. He could see you perk up immediately.

“Yes.. I’ll be happy to switch..” you replied. He smiled, nodding.

“well the congratulations y/n” he said. You thanked him, leaving to head home to celebrate.

Sitting on your sofa with a glass of wine in your hand, you smiled at what you managed to accomplish. Hearing a knock on the door, you opened the door, smile leaving your lips immediately.

“is it true?” he asked.

“is what true Jackson?” you asked, voice coming out in almost a whisper.

“Is what you wrote true?” he asked, holding up a newspaper. You stood silent.

“Jackson Wang, star athlete, loved by many. Wang is known to many for continuously taking his teams to victory, while keeping a humble attitude. The love he has for the game, is nothing in comparison for the love he has for those around him....- Jackson Wang is a force to be reckoned with. With his drive for success, and positive attitude on life, there is no doubt that this kind soul will ever fail those around him’ he read the last paragraph of your article, looking up at you.

“You know I don’t lie in my writing Jackson...” you whispered. He swallowed, running his hands through his hair.

“I was expecting something different..” he whispered.

“I wouldn’t bash your name Jackson.. It’s not who I am and it wouldn’t be the truth.” you said.

“That’s why I like you.” He whispered. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“And please let me explain the other night..” he whispered with pleading eyes.

“Kai had told Jennie I was into her.. She kissed me, and I pushed her away.. that is it.. I wanted to talk to you that night.. I wanted to ask you out on a proper date.. I wanted to tell you that I’m absolutely crazy about you.. I’ve been crazy about you since you sat in English the first day of school..” he whispered. You looked up at him, trying to register everything he was saying.

“so please... please believe me..” he whispered. You stared at him for a moment, looking him over. You carefully put your hand on the back of his neck, bringing his lips to yours.

“When’s that date?” you asked.

And just like that.... You had fallen for him. Just like every cliche movie and romance book. The quiet smart girl, falling for the star athlete.

And just like the cliche romance movies and books...

he had fallen for you.

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Honestly, I feel like my writing is so shitty lately.. I suck at writing and describing thingsss butttt I’m trying to work on it. Remember requests are open. We aren’t taking requests for BTS at the moment, but we are for any other group. If you want something form this list, message us a number+ member from a group.

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