#car to break down the next bus is in over half hour so mate decides shes gonna run to her boyfriends to charge her phone while we wait for

[nerdie-faerie]

This has got to be the worst move out yet

[angst-fairygodmother]

Idiot (Affectionate) ~ A Bad Samaritan Fic

CHAPTER ONE: FIRST DAY

When your cousin Sean and his friend start up a valet business at Nino’s, where you work as a waitress, you don’t expect it to lead to any of what happens next.

Pairing: Derek Sandoval x Reader Word Count: 1893 Rating: T - mild language, reference to harassment

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“So, how does it feel, your first big boy job?” you teased, elbowing your cousin in the ribs. 

“Oh haha,” Sean drawled, swatting at you. “You’re hilarious.”

“And adorable.” You dodged out his reach, and the two of you proceeded to chase each other around the podium for several minutes.

“I’m serious though, Sean. Suggesting Nino start doing valet parking, organizing the whole thing. I think it’s great. Better than car washes and dog walking. It shows initiative, and it’ll get Don off your back a bit.”

“How’d you know that was one of the goals?”

“Because I know you. Really, my only disappointment is that you brought him along.” You gestured over your shoulder to Derek who was just walking up. 

“Hey, come on now!” he cried.

“Derek’s my best mate, you know that Y/N,” Sean sighed. “And I think you two would get along if you gave him a chance.”

“Yeah, but he’s so...him,” you sighed, making a face of mock disgust. 

“Yo, hold up, what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Are you sure you want me to answer that question?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, whether he took it as a warning or challenge was up to him.

“Yeah. If you got a problem with me, I wanna know what it is.” 

“I don’t have a problem with you, per se. It’s just that...you’re arrogant, and loud. Not even your voice, just, the way you are. You act like you’re hot shit, but you’re not half as clever as you think.”

He scoffed in disbelief and even though you knew you should leave it there, something made you want to keep pushing, almost to see what happened if you got him riled enough. 

“If you were, you wouldn’t be working nothing but a string of dead-end jobs.” You shrugged. “Frankly, I think both of you are wasting considerable talent being valets instead of looking at the bigger picture.”

“Wait, hang on!” Sean protested. “A minute ago you were praising my initiative.”

“Better to start your own idea than working someone else’s, sure, but I was mostly trying to be nice.” You flashed an apologetic grimace, nose wrinkling. “You’re my favorite cousin and I love you?” you continued in a rush, hoping to cover up your admission of insincerity with charm.

Sean rolled his eyes fondly at you.

“Well if you’re so smart, how come you ain’t doin any better? You’re just like us, Miss Waitress,” Derek said mockingly.

“Except I’m doing this because textbooks cost like four hundred bucks a piece and I don’t have an extra kidney to sell. Unless you’re going to give me yours?” You gave him another challenging look before sighing. “As soon as I have that degree in my hand, I am outta here.”

“Some of us got families to take care of, can’t just run away when we get bored.”

“I…” you took a deep breath, deflating. “I didn’t mean it like that. All I was trying to say is I know Sean’s got talent and someone else is bound to notice eventually, and there’s probably a brain in that head of yours somewhere. I find it hard to believe that you want to do this for life. Family first sure, I get it, but don’t you want...don’t you deserve more?”

Derek and Sean both frowned, unsure of how to answer you. Of course neither of them wanted to be valets or car washers or grocery baggers forever. But they had bills to pay, food and rent and electricity to afford. If they didn’t keep up with here and now, all the bigger picture thinking and dreaming of the future in the world wasn’t going to help. 

Something inside the restaurant caught your eye and you shook your head.

“I should probably get in there. Nino’s got Val doing place settings, and we probably don’t want to be auctioning off butter knives.” You shoved your hands in the pockets of your black slacks and flashed them both a smile. “Good luck tonight.”

Derek made no secret of staring at your ass as you walked away, a fact that Sean definitely noticed. 

“Come on, seriously?” he asked his friend, making a gesture of both annoyance and defeat.

“What dawg? Your cousin’s kind of a bitch sometimes, but she’s hot as hell. I’m just appreciating.”

~

“Nino,” one of the chefs asked a few days later. “How come you don’t feed those two boys parking cars? You feed everyone else. They must be starved out there all night.”

Nino looked thoughtful, as if it hadn’t occurred to him before. You frowned, loading your tray with table seven’s appetizers. 

“Well, they don’t really work for Nino like the rest of us, do they? They’re independent contractors,” you pointed out.

“Cold, Y/N,” the busboy, John, teased. “Throwing your cousin under the bus.”

You shrugged, weaving your way out of the kitchen. “If he wants food he should learn to put it in his contract.”

About an hour later, Nino was flagging you over, for the third time that night.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he said, rushed. “No one is eating the lasagna.”

“I can try to push more of it, talk it up or something?” you offered, not sure why he was telling you.

“No, no. It’s fine. I just don’t want to see it go to waste.” He smiled like an idea was suddenly dawning on him. “Why don’t you take some to the boys out front. David is right, they must be hungry.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. You should have suspected as soon as it was brought up that Nino would cave. Nodding, you went back to the kitchen to relay the order and wait.

With the two plates, rolled silverware tucked in your apron pocket, you made easy work of weaving through the restaurant and elbowing open the doors, only to grimace uncomfortably when you realized it was just Derek at their podium.

“Hey,” you said awkwardly, making him jump in surprise. “Uh...Nino thought you might be hungry and no one was eating the lasagna so he sent me out with some for you and Sean...where is Sean?”

“He’s just parking somebody, he’ll be back in a minute. Nino’s givin' us free food?” you tried to suppress a smile at the excitement in his voice. 

“No, I just brought these out to taunt you,” you joked, rolling your eyes as you handed him one of the plates and dug into your pocket for his fork. 

You were silent for a minute, shifting awkwardly, from foot to foot, still holding Sean’s plate and not sure what to do with it.

“About what I said the other night,” you said finally, chewing on your lip. 

Derek stopped, fork halfway to his mouth and looked at you.

“I may have been...unreasonably harsh…” you said hesitantly. “And I…”

The words died on your throat as you found yourself wondering if you were actually sorry. You felt guilty, but you still meant what you said. Sean and Derek were both smart people, and you thought they could do better. You had been working at Nino’s since you were nineteen, and had seen so many people insist that a job was just temporary, only to still be there almost a decade later. You didn’t want to see that happen to either of them. 

You were trying to remind yourself that it wasn’t about you, when Derek cut through your thoughts.

“Don’t sweat it, I’ve already forgotten,” he said. “It’s all good bro.”

“Oh.” He seemed so genuine in his reassurance and you weren’t sure what to do with that. Instead you changed the subject. “Where is Sean? Shouldn’t he be able to park a car quickly if he’s going to be a valet?”

“I can just hold onto his food, if you gotta get back in there.”

“Please,” you shook your head. “I’m in no rush to return to Awkward First Date, Going to Ask for a Divorce Any Second, or Family With the Twins from The Shining.” 

“How come you only got three tables when the place is packed? Don’t you handle five or six like a breeze?”

 “I got moved off two, one of them was my fault. So instead I get anyone that wants to eat at the bar. And my section has the last empty table. How’d you know how many tables I usually have?”

“Uh...I overheard some people talking when I went for a smoke break.” His eyes shifted to the side, avoiding your curious look.

“Riight.” You nodded exaggeratedly. There was no way in hell you believed that, unless they’d been gossiping about you losing tables, but he didn’t seem to know about that. 

“Anyway, why’d they get pulled?”

“The one that was my fault or the one that wasn’t?”

“Both,” he sighed, making a somewhat impatient gesture. “Sean is out parking the first car that’s showed up in an hour. Talkin’ to you’s at least something to do.”

“Glad to know I rank above staring at the sidewalk or counting the windows across the street.” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” 

You leaned back, resting your elbows against the edge of the podium, bringing your faces surprisingly close together. He shoveled a bite of food into his mouth to distract himself from that fact, and the things he was thinking he could do.

“Couple of suit-and-ties celebrating some sort of business deal. One of them asked the new kid if she was on the menu, a few other lewd comments. They made her really uncomfortable, so Nino switched us around, figuring I could handle it.” You shrugged. “Same guy got a little...grabby for things that aren’t his. Nino spotted it and decided to take over the table himself. That’s one down.”

Derek frowned. He’d known plenty of people that worked in restaurants. Managers, and owners especially, didn’t typically move someone off a table for a little handsiness. But maybe Nino was one of the rare ones that went above and beyond for his staff. And if not and you didn’t want to tell him the whole thing, who was he to judge?

“The other was a complaint that I was ‘belligerent.’”

“But you’re cuddlier than a kitten, how could they ever think that?” he laughed. 

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly, laughing along. 

“All I did was correct them on my name,” you protested. “...every time they called me Sweetcheeks.”

For some reason, this only made Derek laugh harder, nearly choking on a mouthful of pasta. 

“Definitely not hostile.”

“Whatever, you dick.” You shoved him playfully and suddenly the two of you froze.

This was a shift in dynamic, a tipping point. Would he let you get away with it and tilt the scale from acquaintance to friendship? Or would he take offense? 

Sean found you in that waiting tension, shattering it with his greeting as he finally returned from parking the car. You awkwardly explained the meal delivery and sighed that you had to get back to work, someone would come get the dishes in a bit. 

Derek locked eyes with you as you turned to go. You flashed a quick smile back. 

“Did I miss something?” you heard Sean ask, lilt exaggerated by his confusion.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 2

A wise man once packed up his whole life and moved to the country to escape people. That man lived happily, with his cat, his ford bronco, and high speed internet. That man didn’t entertain the notions of his two best friends, nor did he spend the night trapped at what had to be the weirdest bachelor party known to mankind. Who in their right mind decided to have a bachelors party in a haunted hospital? Rocking up in a party bus, the stench of cheap booze wafted from their sweaty skin, there were thirteen man sized toddlers to take care of. Pidge and Hunk both wore their regrets on their faces. Lance taking offence when the loud mouth of the group asked Pidge “Who pissed in her fruit loops?”, the man further daring to wag his finger in Pidge’s direction. Stepping between them, Lance knew his type too well. Daddy’s credit card had brought him everything he could ever want and need, other than brain cells. His arrogance was sickly sweet, stinging at Lance’s tongue as he took a calming breath. Vampires born vampires were supposed to have powers, all he had was the iron will of someone who was done with dickheads. Forcing his lips up to expose his teeth, he locked eyes with his target, hand coming up to take the man’s in an overly firm handshake

“Hello, you must be tonight’s tour. We weren’t informed it was a party, or we would have arranged a little entertainment for you all. Now, we do have a few ground rules. First, please don’t touch any of our equipment. It’s all highly calibrated. Secondly, please don’t piss in the hallways. Thirdly, and most importantly, you ever take that tone with my friends, I will break both your finger and your balls. Now, I’m Lance, this is Pidge, and this Hunk. How about we try this again with some manners?”

The man spluttered. His mate coming up to clamp a hand on his shoulder. The moment between them broken, Lance letting the man’s hand drop. He’d never actually hurt a human. He had his own code he lived by, even when he’d mugged he’d never fought back. If anything he’d been more concerned for the people who’d jumped him. A vampires blood was a curse he didn’t wish to spread. No... No, it was much better to turn the other cheek with the physical stuff, then sob it out over a bad rom-com and some ice cream. His Mami would always tell him how proud she was that he didn’t ever let that other side show

“Damn, man! You got told by a kid! Don’t worry, dudes, no trouble here. This dickhead’s...”

Lance blanked their names as fast as possible, fake smile in place as he nodded. His memory was unfairly good. An unwanted steel trap, where he refused to remember the annoyances before him. Maybe he was also jealous... It happened more than he liked to admit. He’d never gotten to be this kind of idiot, he’d learned too young about the things that went bump in the night. He wasn’t allowed the option of ignorance, sometimes things inside niggled at him, reminding him he’d never know nice it must be to be clueless. Ugh. Pidge had two jump scares planned for the group too... He already had Hunk’s heart to worry about, his friend too much of a teddy bear for this cruel world, and Pidge’s shenanigans.

As the drunk party started whooping, walking away from their tour guides to look at the exhibits in the main foyer, Pidge threw her arms around Lance, Lance snapping out his inner mullings as he returned the hug

“I’d forgotten you can be super scary”

Lance snorted, if Pidge thought that was scary, she should have seen of the court cases he’d been through. Nothing major, but enough for people to recognise behind his appearance he held a sharp tongue

“I couldn’t let them pick on my favourite Gremlin. She might go getting ideas of ditching me for them, then what am I going to do?”

“Be useless and hopeless? Barricade yourself at home and cry over the loss of my brilliance?”

“Mmm... all of that. Seriously, I know you can handle yourself, but don’t let people underestimate you”

“I think it was you, that they were underestimating. I thought that guy was seriously going to shit bricks when you shook his hand”

“He would have been cleaning it up with a toothbrush if he had. You ready?”

Pidge looked up at him, flashing him a toothy grin at the thought of the mischief she had planned

“Yeah. Let’s scare some idiots and take their money”

“They didn’t pay up front?”

“Maybe...”

Lance groaned

“Pidge, you can’t go hacking into their bank accounts. That’s not the kind of law I specialise in”

Pushing him away, Pidge pulled a face

“Then what good are you? What’s the point of having a best friend for a lawyer if you won’t defend me?”

Lance raised the back of his hand to his forehead, faking a swoon

“Is that all I am to you? What about my totally radical driving skills?”

“Your car’s as old as I am!”

“You leave her alone. She’s a priceless family heirloom”

“She’s a hunk of shit and you know it”

“You wound me, Pidge. I’m utterly wounded. Hunk, back me up here. Are my skill not the greatest ever?”

Hunk shuffled his feet, his friend having the habit of worrying his two pointers together even during banter like this

“There was that time we got bog-...”

“But did you die?”

“Well, no...”

Lance beamed

“There we go then. Let’s get this show on the road”

Two jump scares, one phone drop, three scoldings for touching, and two and half hours later, they were finally starting to pack up. Pidge could complain all she liked about Lance’s beat up Bronco, but she couldn’t complain over the fact that it had more than enough storage in the back to load all their crap up. Hunk had fretted through the ordeal, while Pidge had grown bolder, she dished out sass like there was no tomorrow leaving Lance in silent stitches. There was something about the way she said things that turned the most mundane of passing comments into an insult. The girl so salty the world was in danger of running out limes and tequila. As Hunk passed him the last of the camera boxes, Pidge reset the alarm system, the tour bus already long gone from the main road. Sighing as he leaned against the side of the car, Hunk was the embodiment of relief

“You okay?”

Hunk nodded as he yawned, Lance felt a kind of parental concern and the urge to send Hunk home to bed. His best friend was normal a night owl, but the weather made it a perfect night for climbing under the covers as the rain pattered on the tin roof

“Want to come back to mine for the night? I’ll drop you back in tomorrow after Pidge has processed the camera footage”

“I don’t know, man. I think I’m going to be out as soon as my head hit the pillow”

“I don’t mind either way, but you know Pidge is going to be calling first thing in morning if you go home now”

Hunk groaned. It wasn’t unusual for Pidge to call any hour she felt like it. More than once Lance had been woken in the wee hours to listen to Pidge rant about some new conspiracy theory. She was worse on road trips, she’d get so into what was going on, she’d literally jump into bed next to you, wake you up, then talk a mile-a-minute about whatever she’d worked out

“I’ll come to yours. Just gotta text the folks and let them know I’ll be staying over”

Hunk’s parents were amazing. Lance instantly fell in love with the whole clan of them. His family was big, but they loved even bigger. Hunk’s mother baked some of the best cookies he’d had in his life, and instantly made him feel welcome when Hunk left him outside the house, having formally forgotten to invite him in. Lance wasn’t sure if he needed an invite to actually enter, but he’d wanted to respect whatever family conditions that came with Hunk having friends over. As for Hunk’s father, the man ran the local automotive shop. Most people took their cars to Platt for servicing, but Lance knew he had to build bridges with the locals if he expected to last in such a small town. That didn’t stop Hunk’s dad for continuing to undercharge him when it came to labour costs, so Lance usually left the man a large tip. Plus, he knew how temperamental his old girl could be. Originally Hunk’s family had been from somewhere else, his parents selling up to move somewhere quite before retirement, or so Hunk said. Lance didn’t like to pry, not when he had a fair idea of how much shit came with a decision like moving. Hunk had finished his senior year, then moved down to Platt for college, before falling in with Pidge. The pair of them were thick as thieves, but went out of their to never make Lance feel discluded. The three of them making up what Pidge liked to call “The Garrison Trio”. A connection like this was dangerous for him, especially given he was less than human, and he’d had no intention of being best friends with anyone when he’d made his move. He couldn’t help but love them as if they were siblings he’d known all his life... unlike his real siblings who were still a little iffy about his vampire status. With all the crap in the media, Lance couldn’t blame them, not when he was supposed to be a blood drinking night stalker. He’d never even fed off an actual real life human, but the stereotype was too ingrained in culture and after the death of his Papi, the only one he really remained close to was his Mami who now lived in an assisted living complex outside of Platt. Before he’d moved, he’d been her “carer” for the five years after his father’s death. His Mami was the one who insisted she go into a home, Lance pleading with her not to, but if there was one thing that ran in their family’s blood, it was stubbornness.

Besides, the home was actually really nice. Mami has plenty of friends there, there were games and social events, outings into Platt out to places like the Zoo and the Aquarium. It wasn’t home like Cuba had been during his childhood, but if it hadn’t been so nice there was no way he would have allowed his mother to stay there. He also had a soft spot for everyone there. They all laughed over “Miriam’s hot grandson”, occasionally he was pinched on the arse or gently flirted with until he couldn’t help but feel his cheeks burning. He loved his Mami, so on weekends when nothing much was happening, he’d take her out for the day driving, wherever she wanted to go. At 82, his Mami was still full of life. Her eyes had always been kind, and her hugs the warmest in the world. No matter how many times he’d broken down over his curse, she’d tell him how much she loved him. Mami didn’t know that most of her living costs came from him. She was a proud woman who wanted him to spend his money on himself, to treat himself right and to be happy, but being with her was what made him happy.

“Dude, you okay there?”

Lance shook his head to clear his thoughts

“Yeah, man. There’s a bottle of Shiraz calling my name”

“Should I be worried?”

Lance chuckled. He couldn’t get drunk the way a human would. Mix in a little blood and then that problem went out the window. Mix in a lot of blood and he’d be recreating far too humiliating memories. Two glasses at night to relax, three if the day was bad. He kept himself in check, not wanting to let himself fall back into wallowing the weirdness of his life

“Only that Pidge is going to make us do this again. I don’t think they appreciated our “razzle-dazzle”

Hunk groaned as his hand went to his chest

“I thought I could do it, man. We knew where the jump scares were and they still scared the bejesus out of me. I love Pidge, but she’s scary”

“That’s because she’s our resident gremlin. I’m more scared of what she’s got planned for the footage of tonight”

“Y-you don’t think we caught an actual ghost on camera... do you?”

Lance played along, teasing his best friend felt a little mean, but seeing they most probably caught nothing but the sounds of the tour he shrugged as he said

“I don’t know... tonight could be the night”

“Boo!”

The ever queen of the jump scare, Pidge cackled as Hunk jumped

“Dude, you should have seen your face”

“Don’t do that! You know I’m naturally jumpy”

Punching Pidge on the shoulder playfully, Pidge laughed harder

“I’m sorry, but I’m not. Are you two losers done yet? The alarms all set and I sent the curators a message to let them know it’s all locked up”

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re done. You crashing at mine tonight?”

“Dah. I thought that was the plan all along”

“Then jump in already. Wanna make a stop for snacks on the way?”

The town had two service stations, the trip out to the 24 hour was half an hour out the way, nearly half way to Platt, yet his Mami had always told him that house guests came first

“Can I have a super large raspberry slushy?”

“I don’t know, is it before midnight? I’m not supposed to feed or water you between midnight and dawn, right?”

“For that, I’m having two. Oh, I dibs the front!”

“No fair! I was here first”

“You snooze, you lose, Hunkerino. Besides, Shay might be working”

Hunk blushed hard at the mention of “Shay”. The poor man had been crushing on her so hard that he’d failed to notice she was into him. Every time she’d ask him out, he’d say no as he didn’t want to inconvenience her. His best friend was as dumb as a sack potatoes when it came to getting a clue. Hell, Lance was sure Shay could scrawl her feelings across her face in red marker and Hunk still wouldn’t get the hint.

“She’s a friend, okay”

Pidge bumped her hip against Hunks, her voice sing-song

“A friend you’re too scared to ask for her number”

“I... but... she... I...”

Hunk stumbled over the start of what he wanted to say. The poor dude had it bad. Stepping out the way, Lance pulled the back window down before snapping the trunk door shut. Patting Hunk’s shoulder, he sympathised with his best mate something chronic

“Hunk, she’s into you, buddy. You are the best man that I know. You’ve got a whole lot to offer, and any one would be lucky to have you. I swear man. Cross my heart and hope to die, if I ever tell a lie”

“Not you, too”

“Look, all I’m saying is that from my point of view she seems interested too. I’m not trying to push into something you’re not ready for. I just want you to know I’m there when you are”

Pidge blew a raspberry at him, ruining his attempt to be serious

“You sound like such a dad. I swear you’re like some old fuddy in that body. Hunk, grow some balls and get out there”

“I don’t want to grow balls”

Hunk moaned at his own words. Pidge went into a fresh fit of laughter at his expense. Lance cringed in second hand embarrassment. He couldn’t love the pair of them any more than he did, even if he tried

“For that, Pidge, you’re in the back. Hunk, I’ve got your back, bro”

[sleepyxdarling]

Yoooo what the fuck!!! That wow don’t know what to say I’m horrified and intrigued to see all the other dudes backstories. After that I think I need fluff so can I get how the boys would court there darling. ❤️

I am for the fluff!

Yoshi

prince of tsundere is awful at compliments face to face so expect lots and lots of love letters

like lots of love letters! All the love letters

also flowers

And sour candy..oop

If you dont like sour candy then oops but he will probably still send them cause he bought bags of it and needs to get rid of them somehow

After endless amounts of letters and gifts he writes you a letter to ask you on a date

Mind you he never told you who he was or what he looks like

You could say no

Let's pretend you say yes for your sake

Date at a local fair

When he shows up he looks so adorable and handsome..but that mouth though

"hah? You look.."

He wants to say amazing and hot but...

"you look weird..oi it's chilly wear my coat"

It's not chilly at all but if you refuse

"you have sweat all over your back and it's gross! People are staring! You want to look weird just wear it!"

Total lie but you believe it

The date is just two talking but if Yoshi knows one thing..he spoils you

If you even glance at a booth

"you want it? Idiot..come on"

If it's a prize booth he is winning the biggest one.

If it's good he is getting it

Expect to hear him bitch bout it afterwards

"wasting all my money..god you are so needy"

When it starts to get darker you two sit at a bench eating a snack

Yoshi will kiss your cheek while you are eating

If you say something bout it

"shut up! Damn so annoying.."

Boy is really happy and will ask you for another date

Shun

However you guys meet doesn't matter..expect him to beg for a date

You will probably say no but that's okay

He will smother you with so many gifts that it's a little much

Haha so many flowers!

Like did he buy an entire store?!

So many expensive chocolate!

The biggest stuffed animals!

After so much begging you say yes

He buys out an entire theme park for a few hours

Just you two!

He drags you everywhere

"hey! Let's try this!"

"that looks yummy! [Name]! Let's share it haha!"

He is pretty exhausting to deal with

He is like a little kid

He will win so many prizes for you that you can't carry them so he has to put them in the car

You guys rode every single ride like twice

You guys are every single food there was to eat

At the end you both ride the ferris wheel and shun is cuddled into you half asleep from sugar crash.

Boy is clinging for dear life

"[name]...please.. don't let it end yet"

His cuteness almost murdered you.

At the end of the ride he is all drowsyand sleepy

"let's.. exchange numbers..okay?"

Ryuji

He is more of a nerdy crafty one

He made a rose bouquet out of book pages

Arts and craft for days

Be ready for ultimate romance

Will paint for you

All of them will be painting of you

When it comes to asking you out he will get his students to help

He will have them make paper hearts

Cue him asking you out by tossing them in the air

"love is in the air! Hahaha..haha...ha..please go on a date with me"

Cue a crafty date

Strap in cause you both are taking painting classes

Lots of dad jokes

Like so many..

He will be such a goofball and make you laugh

He is so nervous though

He will feel like the date wouldn't be fun for you

Are you having fun? Please say you are..his heart can't take it

Will be a wreck

Spills paint all over himself when he sees you smiling and having fun

At the end of the date he will give you his painting

It's the painting of the Galaxy

"we were supposed to paint fruits ryuji.."

Wait.. what?!

Well crap.

Cue him rambling about how he should have been paying more attention

One kiss on the cheek shuts him up

"thanks ryuji... it's beautiful"

Oh dear.. he's in love

Suke

Oh no..

He has no idea what to do

How does one create romance???

wikiHow does not help

End up giving you a bag of brightly colored feathers

Why?!

"male peacocks show off their feathers when they wish to court their mate..I do not have feathers. These are real peacock feathers..Should I have dyed my hair instead?"

Oh baby no..

Next day he gives you seashells

"they are the smoothest ones I found..I spent 12 hours on the beach searching for only the best ones for courting"

Maybe you should stop this..but you are curious what he brings next

The next day it's bones..suke why

He is all marked up

"i stole the bones from all the dogs in my neighborhood...dogs save bones cause they deem them valuable..I thought it will be a nice gift..was I wrong?"

You decide to accept his date before he brings the dogs next time or hurts himself more

Date at the beach!

He can't see you in a swimsuit but he figured you look amazing

Walking on the boardwalk!

Like the others he will try and buy you food and stuff

He kinda broke though

"i don't have enough money for the bus if I buy this..courting is expensive"

Buys it anyways

Walking on the sand is fun too!

As far as swimming suke is a little nervous but will do it if you go with him

After a bunch of fun you two sit on the sand and watch the sun go down

"the heat..is decreasing..we should head back"

Will walk you home fist even if it gets him lost

"i had fun..lets do this again"

Grabs your hand and kisses it

You don't know if you should kiss him back but you kiss his head

Suke tenses up but plays it off cool

He is so flustered that he runs into a pole..

This boy is whipped

Ryo

you got a favorite celebrity?

He will find out who and send you signed merch

You get all the atheistic pictures!

He will send you letters

He is a pervert and a dumbass though so very short letters

"you look hot- ryo"

Will give you a camera if you want one

Also VIP pass to see your favorite musical artist

His confession will be pretty lazy

Will give you a rock with writing on the back

When I say give you I mean he throws it at your window

He didnt think it would smash the window

Oops...

Well anyways you say yes..mostly cause who knows what he will do next

Date at the zoo!

Lots of animals! Yay

He takes lots of pictures

Is such a perv

"[name].. what color underwear you wear?"

Just when you are about to slap him he does some handsome shit

Cue him taking his hair out it's ponytail to fix it

He is so pretty...

Or he will smile and make a cute remark about an animal

Damn him

Honestly though if someone says something to you he will break their neck

"what a snacc they are!"

"oh so you've chosen death"

He will buy you one stuffed animal and one snack

He is not an atm

Near the end of the date you two take a seat and review all his pictures he took

"hey..this date was pretty cool..next time let's go to the aquarium"

You get a kiss on the lips

One quick yet steamy kiss

Cue him licking his lips and giving a perverted smile

"tasty~ i wonder if you taste this good everywhere"

"i..uh...RYO!"

boy laughs and makes his escape

Taro

Oh he is determined to go on a date with you

Is the only one to make house visits

"ive come to bless the house!"

"I didn't as-"

"BLESSING TIME"

he does this everyday...every single day.

It comes to a point where he pops up just to hang out

He comes up with an excuse though

"I bought these snacks and need someone to try them with"

"haha..I forgot my cross here"

After a few weeks to a month of this he comes up with one more excuse

"I got two tickets to an amusement park..I have no one to go with..oh noo.."

And that's how you find yourself wearing mouse ears while eating a mouse shaped waffle..

Honestly though it's fun

He isn't as energetic as shun but he is all for going on rides

He isn't going on roller coasters though

If you pressure him prepare for a different side of him to come out

"i said I'm not doing it."

Instantly feels bad so he goes on..

Is crying the entire time..like the entire time

Is clinging to you by the end of it

This does not stop him from riding other ones

"I have to redeem myself as a man! Let's do another one"

By the end of the date his head is in your lap cause he got sick

"[name]...did I ruin the date?"

"taro! Of course not.."

He sits up excitedly but accidently kisses your mouth

Cue him turning red and getting off the bench

Bowing x100

"I'm sorry! So sorry! So so so sorry! I can't believe I did this! Forgive me!"

He calms down when you hug him

"i had fun taro..lets do this again next time..okay?"

When you walk away he just falls to the ground laughing happily

He looks insane..

If someone looks at him

"the fuck you looking at?! Can I not be in love damn it!"

[cleverbroadwayurl]

Some AUs that I Love

Okay so I made a giant list of AUs, prompts, and other things that I love so that you guys could reblog/request/get inspiration from them! I know some are really similar, but honestly that just means I really love that trope! Please feel free to reblog these and use them for your own purposes! I’ll update this list as time goes on, I’m sure, as I’ve had a running list for a long time that was just on my phone. I also don’t own any of these (besides 152 and 196). 

it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost

I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria

it’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay

The guy with the bibles on the quad has cornered me and is screaming about hell, please rescue me

You’re the only one who actually responded to the desperate message I sent to the whole class about needing the notes

'i ordered a pumpkin spice latte at starbucks and you made a heart with the foam and i decided to drink it here so i can smile at you some more’ au

you walked here in a blizzard to get your hot chocolate but you forgot your wallet at home, here, let me buy your drink for you

we’re at the mall when there’s a severe weather warning over the loudspeakers, guess we’re spending the night here

“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU

“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU

“You have just witnessed me cry over the ending to my favorite game before class began please don’t ever tell anyone about this.”

“I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

“I’m exhausted, feverish, and hacking up a lung, and the student health center’s first suggestion was pregnancy, can you help me get to the ER in town” AU

“I know that this probably isn’t a good idea but it’s included in the meal plan and I’m stressed out, so I keep hitting the ice cream sundae bar in the buffet style dining hall at least a couple times a week” AU

bonding solely via eye contact over that annoying person on our plane that we’re both slowly becoming more and more exasperated about au

you fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple au

actually, any mistaken for a couple au

having to SHARE A LIVING SPACE FOR ARBITRARY FIC REASONS. having to see each other in their pajamas first thing in the morning, messy haired, drowsy eyed and soft faced. going from “you can have the bathroom first” to brushing their teeth beside each other and feeling like this closeness has always existed (at the same time, painfully aware that it won’t always).

bed sharing. :^) we all pretend we’re bigger than this but we are not. 

'room mate has a nightmare and doesn’t want to sit alone at night’ au 

'room mate gets sick and needs tissues and cough sweets and soup’ au

ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine and i can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me     in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.

Don’t tell anyone you saw me crying AU

did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…

You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

'i’m having a minor breakdown in the middle of bed bath and beyond and you’re a bewildered shopper who wants to buy plates but also to make sure i’m okay bc im wailing a little bit in the kitchenware section’ au

“I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”

“You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

“We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 

“You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

It’s like 3AM and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk pls take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’ neighbor of mine AU

The walls in this apartment building are really thin and I can hear you having mental breakdowns all the time are you okay? AU

“I barely know you but my boyfriend just broke up with me and you heard me crying so you brought over ice cream and movies” AU

I was in a hurry and I ran into you outside the coffee shop while you were carrying two lattes and it turns out they were both for you except that now you’re wearing them I’m so sorry

‘i offer you my bed to sleep in bc our respective roommates are getting it on in your room and take the sofa to sleep on only i wake up back in my bed with your tiny body wrapped around me and damn me if it isn’t the cutest thing i’ve ever seen’ au

You passed out in my car because of strong medication and now I have to figure out how to get you home and avoid taking a picture of your cute sleeping face.” 

 “Hi so i know we haven’t talked before but we have French Literature together and i noticed you’ve been gone and since we’re on the same dormitory floor i thought i’d stop by and give you my really thorough notes and oh wow you’re rEALLY sick are you ok?” 

you look so good and so many people are trying to pick you up and I can only sit in the corner and seethe, and now people are giving me concerned looks

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

 I’m worried about your coffee dependency

  “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

meeting while waiting for hours on end in the emergency room au

‘i’m pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u’ AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

“we work at the same office and never really interacted but suddenly we’ve been taken hostage” AU

“at a concert and you kinda saved me from being trampled” AU

“can i borrow your blanket? i need to cry.” AU

‘im really sorry i keep staring but i dreamed about you horribly dying last night and i just wanted to make sure you dont spontaneously combust’

‘i drew you a mathematical heart curve for valentine’s day u nerd’

“I’m a waiter/waitress and you always sit in my section. I really like you and i thought you liked me back until you walked in here with a date, w h o o p s would you look at that I keep spilling stuff on them” au

Another waiter/waitress one: “You always come to this place and never talk much, but now these two assholes are harassing me and you step in and defend me” au

“My friends dared me to go on this rollercoaster but now that we’re at the top it looks way too scary and hellO hot person sitting next to me (careful i might puke)” au

“My significant other just broke up with me and I impulse bought like 5 pizzas. Can you help me eat them and make me feel less like shit?” AU

“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

"This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” AU

“You crashed into me on your bicycle but I’m actually okay, you on the other hand look like you need some first aid” au

“this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

“we’ve been pen pals for like hella months and we finally decided to meet up and damn your cute, also did you break up with your jerk bf/gf yet?” au

“i was out in public and had an anxiety attack and you left your friends to give me some chocolate and talk me through it, so tysm” au

“idk you but you were getting hit on in public and you look super uncomfortable so i walked over and pretended to be your bf/gf, but hey while we’re at it, do you wanna go get some food?” au

You and I ride the same bus home every day but never talk but then you fell asleep and sorry to wake you up (you look really cute in your sleep) but it’s your stop next

it’s exam week and i run a coffee shop near the campus and you walked right into my glass door i’m laughing so hard oh my god

you started screaming bloody murder and i could hear you from my apartment and i thought something was horribly wrong but it turned out to be just a spider. and after i squashed it with a slipper you coerced me into being your spider-savior

“you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au

“you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i  would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au

“i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au

“i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au

(cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au

i tried to call a crisis hotline but got one number off and started ranting for 10 minutes before you got to speak and tell me i got the wrong number but now you’re worried about me and telling me not to hang up

Character A has been working at a retail store during the night/early morning of Black Friday and is so tired, but they need to stay awake so that they can drive home. Character A stops at Character B’s small coffee shop—which opened early in case people came in at 4am—and Character A accidentally falls asleep in a very comfortable chair while waiting on their coffee. Character B lets them sleep and even gets a blanket out of the back room to cover Character A

You’ve been missing for 5 months and suddenly you turn up at my doorstep with a huge scar across your face, looking more grim than when you left and won’t talk about what happened.

You usually only order hot chocolate and yet today you’re ordering something with six shots of espresso, are you okay??? Are you gonna die???

I just took a super dangerous job and you’re trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money

You always bring your dates here to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone…you okay mate?

We are trapped in a bank during a robbery

I saw you sleeping on the couch in the lounge in the morning, but now it’s like 5 pm and you’re still here. Are you okay?

I don’t know how we ended up having to sit next to each other on a roller coaster ride—sorry I fell against you  and grabbed your hand a couple times

“You’re so small”

“I can’t breathe”

“Fight me”

“Whose head do I have to rip off?”

“Don’t you ever fucking touch them again”

Found the other in an alleyway under the influence of drugs/alcohol and brought them home

“Why am I your emergency contact?”

“Wait, you actually stayed the night?”

“If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m gong to kick his ass.”

“I just want to cuddle and watch friends.

“I want my best friend back”

“If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

“Fuck…I feel like I’ve been hit by a car”

“Who gave you that black eye?!”

“Are you drunk?”

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“We should get you to a hospital.”

I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waiter please help me

just a game? jUST A GAME????? FUCK YOU I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN

“Please don’t touch me”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Game’s over son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!”

“Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

“Shit, are you bleeding?”

“You haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“That guy at the bar keeps staring at you.”

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?”

“Every guy you date is a total jerk and I have to watch you get heartbroken over and over again because you can’t see that I love you!”   

We were snuggling in our underwear when my roommate came home early from vacation now you have to try and sneak down the fire     escape while I distract them with really terrible small talk

I don’t really know you but I noticed that this creep has been trying to chat you up even though you’ve already turned him down, so I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend until they leave you alone

It’s 2 am, we’re standing outside of our apartment building because someone pulled the fire alarm, and you look cold and unprepared, do you want to share my blanket?

We share a class at university and you forgot your notebook under your desk but luckily your phone number’s written inside PS: your doodles are pretty cool

I got stood up on a date and you were just grabbing dinner—shit my ex is here, sit down and pretend to laugh at something I said attractive stranger

Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am.

Imagine you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. People are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they now and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “Sorry, I’m so late, traffic is crazy right now.” He quietly adds “I’m [name]. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” And so you go with it because he’s sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

I’ve been texting my friend for about a week now and they don’t reply but turns out I was texting a random person and there was some deep personal stuff I sent oh my god why are they calling me now (+bonus if the person calls at 2am)

“Look I don’t mean to pry but you’ve been wearing the same outfit for three days and I just want to check that you’ve slept?” “Okay obviously not because you just passed out in the hallway holy shit what do I do?”

You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink

You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished

I come to this café pretty much every day after work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in

I brought you to my friend’s wedding as my plus one and it was really fun and all but now it’s the end of the night and we’re sitting alone together at the reception and all these twinkle lights and flowers everywhere are causing a hell of a lot of romantic tension between us and ohhhhhhhhh

We were the only two to show up to class because it was cancelled but stay inside to finish work and ‘Hey, are you good at math?’

You’re my neighbor who got drunk and thought this was your apartment but I can’t just send you back home when you keep crying and venting about all of these awful things happening to you

I’m always terrified no matter how many times someone draws my blood. And even though you don’t need to be there when the guy comes     in to take it you always stay with me and talk to me to calm me down and     hold my hand

There’s this creepy person asking me out over text and could you pretend to be my significant other?

“How much did you drink?”

I’m a little drunk and I tried to call my ex back and I typed in your number and you had to hear a long emotional rant ohmygod I’m mortified but you left me a really sweet voicemail aw

The coffee machine stopped working and you’re cramming for finals please don’t cry

I accidentally gave you the wrong dosage of your medication and now we’d better get to the hospital before you pass out and possibly die

Lady and the Tramp AU

“The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???”

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.

We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice cream and maybe we should eat it together?

“You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee”

You’re my roommate who’s super cute and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming     increasingly hard for me not to kiss you.

"We work together and I stayed after a couple minutes and I saw you on the intercom pretending you were at the Hollywood Bowl with Beyoncé and not to be weird but you're adorable ??"

“It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single”

“I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad”

“I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile”

“You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.

“I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.

“I lied and said I could speak a different language to impress my crush but now he wants me to tutor him so I need to become fluent in Mandarin in 3 days HELP”

“I’m taking this Literature class to fill a Gen Ed, and for the love of God I can’t figure out this dumb poem. Here, you’re an English Major, please help me write this stupid paper” au

“I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be”

“I think I picked up your coffee by mistake”

“I want my best friend back”

“I’ll be right over”

“I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

“Is there a special reason why you’re wearing my shirt?”

“It’s okay to cry”

“Look at me--just breathe okay?”

“She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?” 

“We have to pretend that we’re married.”

“Why can’t they see that they’re meant for each other?” 

“You did all this for me?”

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 

“You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked mine.”

While closing up Character A finds that they’re completely snowed in and the roads are blocked. Character B--another employee/a regular that stayed late--gets out two mugs and offers to make Character A a cup of hot cocoa while they wait for the snow to clear.

“how much did you drink?”

“You deserve better. It doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

“Please just hold my hand, that person’s basically undressing me with their eyes.”

Teacher from one department falls in love with teacher from another department AU

You found me singing a sad song on the fire escape a floor below you and you came down to ask me if something was wrong and I broke down and told you everything while you awkwardly sat there patting my head while I wept into your shoulder.

We sit across from each other on the train/tube everyday and I’m not sure how but we’ve ended up with this weird, silent, almost-friendship where we share “wtf” looks when we see another passenger doing something weird or telling a bizarre story and a few times I’ve almost gotten you to break and laugh out loud, but today you’re sitting with someone and I think they must be your partner because they are really in your space, but you shoot me a silent look that clearly screams ‘get this creep away from me’ and I’m all for that. AU

It’s the middle of winter and my heater went out and you let me stay at your place so I don’t freeze to death. God bless you.

Why are you crying in the hallway?? Are you okay?? Let’s go to my place, I have ice cream and Netflix.

I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying. 

I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you AU

“I don’t get sick”

“It’s not fun anymore, I’m dizzy...”

“We need to get this fever down”

“If you don’t stop soon, we’re going to the ER.”

You didn’t get a blanket on this flight so I figured we could share mine. You look cold okay? NO I AM NOT BLUSHING

You walked into the student lounge on our dorm floor and saw me cry-studying and walked out and now you’re back with coffee and a bag of chips and I’m seriously debating proposing to you with my ring pop

I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re not picking up on my ‘fuck off’ vibes and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new one on me oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy

So I heard you get into this huge fight with someone and I know we’ve only exchanged genial smiles but I just wanted to check that you’re okay AU

You’re my adorably shy and awkward assistant who cares way too much about my love life and at a dance party you tell me to dance with the most attractive person in the room last so you can set up a date with them for me and when everyone’s gone I ask you to dance with me because you’re the prettiest person here to me duh AU

Your girlfriend decided to kick you out at 3 AM and I tripped over your boxes of shit in the hallways in my drunken trip to my apartment now I’m half passed out in a pile of your clothes AU

You asked who I had a crush on and so I described you to a tee but apparently you’re the most oblivious person in the world because you got kinda sad and nodded and HOW DO YOU NOT GET THIS AU

So your TV is facing the window and you’ve been watching Say Yes to the Dress for three days straight I just want to make sure you’re okay AU

You don’t eat nearly enough food and so I’ve gotten in the habit of making you lunches and bringing you deserts to make sure you don’t starve

My cereal is always on the bottom shelf but today they changed the layout so it’s on the top and I can’t reach it AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR HELP YOU GIANT AU

You are stupidly tall and you sit in front of me in class and I can’t see anything so I despise you with all of my soul AU

You are fiery and outspoken but you are so short that nobody pays any mind and I am so tall and have a huge crush on you so I just sort of follow you around making people listen to you AU

Person A getting startled by the New Years fireworks--not being fond of loud noises. Person B pulls them in for a deep kiss, completely distracting them from the exploding lights filling up the night sky

I was really drunk and you walked me safely back to my dorm room

My roommate brought you back to our apartment because apparently you got really drunk last night and needed someone to keep you safe and now you’re hungover and making pancakes and wow you’re cuTE

My ex runs one of the rides and I want to RUB IT IN THEIR FACE hold my hand and by the way when the camera takes a pic imma lean over and kiss you okay AU

[gamerwoo]

Minho: Ace of Hearts

Anonymous asked: Could you please do an imprinted where a mate is ace? I really wonder how a werewolf would take that

peep my clever fuckin’ title it took me 3 minutes to come up with

Everyone knows I was panicking for like, a whole day because I didn’t know how I would go about writing this. I also chose to make this a stand-alone oneshot because I didn’t know if I’d end up changing any the “rules” I’d originally made for imprinting/mating. I didn’t know much about being ace, so this whole experience definitely taught me some stuff. I hope I did this well!

Character: Minho x ace female reader (featuring exo)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, angsty fluff, and me probably not knowing anything about asexuals but I tried

Word count: 2,928

Summary: Both of you think that fate has played a sick, cruel joke on you two. A mate is supposed to be made for the werewolf that imprints, but you both think you couldn’t be more different. He wants things you don’t, and it never ceases to cause tension. However, because you are his mate and you both feel the pull, you can’t seem to stay away from each other and try to make it work.

Minho wasn’t happy, but neither were you. Yet, here the two of you were, standing out in the rain at a bus stop while Minho held his jacket above your head to protect you from the water pouring from the sky and drenching everything it touched. He was completely soaked, but you were only damp under the protection of his thick denim jacket.

He always did this: acted cold and angry toward you, but did whatever he could to protect you and keep you from being upset. But how could you not be upset? You were the mate of a werewolf who had instincts and needs they had to follow, but you refused to follow them. You were uncomfortable with some of the aspects that came with being a mate, and while Minho didn’t push them, he was still grumpy about the situation.

He always made sure to tell you that. It was the situation, not you that he hated.

Minho couldn’t help but be completely in love with you. The moment his eyes landed on you, he was head over heels. Things were okay for the first few months. You weren’t super into PDA, and Minho would laugh at how cute your shyness was. But when he decided he was ready to take things to the next level, you had to stop him.

“I’m ace.” you blurted, putting a hand on his chest to hold him back.

Minho cocked his head to one side as he stared at you, blinking emotionlessly. “You’re...what? What is that?”

“I’m asexual, Minho.” you clarified, studying his reaction. You knew he’d still love you no matter what you identified as -- it was just in his instincts to, he couldn’t ever make himself not love you -- but you still knew it would put a strain on things. “I do love you, but it’s all more mental and emotional than sexual. Sex just...makes me uncomfortable. I’m...sorry...I guess.”

Though, you weren’t all that sorry. You were comfortable with who you were, but you still felt kind of bad for not telling him sooner. You just didn’t know how to go about it.

“What about marking?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as he realized what this meant. Half -- at most -- of the imprinting instinct was all sexual and physical. The marking ritual was like, 99% sex and 1% biting. How was this supposed to work? “What about mating season?!”

You just scoffed at his last worry. “You have two hands for a reason.”

An argument broke out after that, which resulted in slamming doors, shouting, and Minho storming out of you small house before returning two hours later because he couldn’t stay away from you knowing you were upset. You almost laughed because even though he kept an arm around your shoulders, he had a frown on his face, and didn’t say one word to you.

And that one moment was basically your relationship in a nutshell. Being grumpy but sticking around anyway because neither of you could resist. Neither of you ever really mentioned the sexual aspects of the relationship -- you didn’t want to, and Minho seemed to try to forget they existed. However, both of you still cursed cruel fate for bringing the two of you together. You thought he he belonged with someone who could comply with his needs, and he thought you belonged with someone who understood you better than he could.

He definitely tried to understand. Every single day, he tried his best to better understand you as an asexual person. He’d definitely come a long way in his knowledge, and he always shared whatever he’d learn with the pack. But you two weren’t even together for a year, so he was hoping he’d eventually find a comfortable routine that both of you would be okay with. 

“You can always invest in a fleshlight!” Chan had suggested with a giggle.

“Gross.” you commented.

Minho nodded in agreement. “I’m all set, dude, thanks.”

The bus finally arrived, and Minho hurried you on first before he ducked inside, shaking his dripping wet hair as he walked down the aisle to sit in the seat beside you. He wrung out his jacket as you stared out the window at the gloomy day. You were supposed to be going to meet at Chan’s house, but you weren’t sure why.

After a few minutes of silence, Minho finally looked at you. “We’re meeting an older pack tomorrow.”

His voice was low so the other passengers couldn’t hear the strange conversation, but you heard him well. You looked at him in confusion, having not heard of any other packs nearby.

“Why?” you wondered.

“We’ve been on good terms with them for a while, but they always invite us over every six months to check up on if we’ve kept our side of the deal.” Minho explained. “They offer us protection, and we keep stray wolves and other packs off of their territory.”

“We live in their territory?” you asked, earning a nod from your mate. “What do you guys need protection for? There’s eight of you. Are there more of them?”

Minho shook his head, carding his fingers through his wet hair. He looked like he just got out of the shower. “There’s only nine of them, but they’re older, tougher, and more experienced. But the reason I’m warning you is because they like to know when any of us mate, because it means our pack gets bigger. They need to know these things to trust us.”

“So...that’s why I have to go?”

“Yeah, but there’s...a condition. ...Ugh, you’re going to hate me...”

You raised an eyebrow curiously. “What is it...?”

He just shook his head, dropping the subject. “I’d rather tell you when we get to Chan's.”

-

“Stop. Moving.” Chan huffed as he tried to catch Minho by the shoulders and keep him from pacing.

Once your mate was standing face-to-face with his brother, he slowly turned his head to look at you from where you watched him pace from the couch. Seungmin and Hyunjin sat on either side of you, and Felix was sitting at your feet with his pillow hugged to his chest.

“So?” you wondered, referencing to what he was supposed to tell you about this older pack. “What’s the issue?”

Minho whined, looking back at Chan again. “She’ll hate me!”

“She already does.” the older wolf muttered.

“Do not!” you frowned.

Seungmin groaned, rolling his eyes. “Just tell her! You should’ve told her a while ago, anyway. You know we visit them every six months, and you know how Jongin is.”

Minho took in a deep breath before he turned his whole body to face you, fidgeting with his fingers. “_____... The thing about the older pack, is that... Well, one of them collects mates.”

You shrugged. “And? What, is he going to steal me awa--”

“Yes.” Minho nodded solemnly. “Anyone who is unmarked is free game to him, and literally anybody that enters their home usually doesn’t leave without becoming his.”

You just scoffed, not believing any of this. The whole thing sounded absurd to you. “Why would he collect mates?”

“It’s a dominance and power thing.” he explained, running his hands through his now damp hair. “My point is, if we take you and you’re unmarked--”

“But I don’t want to have sex.” you reminded him.

“I know.” Minho quickly reassured you. “You technically don’t have to.”

Felix sucked in a sharp breath between clenched teeth as Hyunjin flinched and shook his head. Seungmin just patted your knee in what seemed to be sympathy.

“What?” you asked the few of the pack that had shown up.

“Marking hurts.” Chan told you. “Like, a lot.”

“Then don’t take me.” you shrugged.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Minho. Surprisingly, you trusted him with your entire life. There were so many countless times where you almost tripped and fell flat on your face, and he’d catch you right before you hit the concrete; times where you’d walk across the crosswalk without paying attention and Minho would put himself in front of you as if he wasn’t even afraid of the cars that almost hit him.

But were you afraid of pain? Definitely. Especially if the toughest boys you knew were telling you it hurt too badly to tolerate without that distraction of...mating.

“If we don’t, they'll think they can’t trust us, and they’ll break the deal.” Chan explained as another member of the pack walked in. 

“What’re we talking about?” Jeongin asked, taking a seat beside Felix on the floor. “Are Minho and _____ fighting again?”

“They’re talking about marking--”

“Bye.” the youngest said, jumping up and walking back down the hall to the kitchen instead. There was a brief moment of silence before you heard him ask, “Why is everybody else in here?”

“What?” Chan asked, not knowing his entire pack had already shown up.

“We came in through the patio!” Jisung called from the kitchen. “You left it open!”

Chan just sighed and carried on with worrying about the older pack. In your opinion, you thought Chan should just take his pack and move somewhere that wasn’t controlled by some sort of werewolf mafia, but you also understood that was easier said than done. 

But collecting mates? Really? You and Minho clearly were no match made in heaven, but the two of you were still committed to one another.

In the middle of the commotion, Minho stopped listening to the panic of the pack and looked at you, gesturing with his head for you to follow him. You stood from the couch, none of them really paying attention to you leave as you followed Minho to the back deck -- thankfully, it had stopped raining outside. He closed the sliding door once you were out, and turned to face you.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stressed over the situation. You either had to endure the pain of marking -- which, honestly, marking wasn’t even something you had considered since your fight with Minho back when you first came out to him -- or endure an obnoxious werewolf that would more than likely hold you as one of his many mates against your will. At least you did love Minho; you’d probably hate this Jongin guy.

“It would be nice if i had more time to think.” you deadpanned.

Minho frowned, knowing he put you in a bad situation. “_____...I’m really sorry. I should’ve told you sooner. I know I’m not the best mate, and all I do is put you through hell, and--”

“What?” you snorted, cutting off Minho’s rant. “Minho, I don’t really care if you get frustrated sometimes. I get frustrated too, but you still make the effort even if it’s hard.”

“But we hardly ever speak to each other because it always leads to the same conversation that nobody wants to have.” he laughed dryly. “How are you happy with this relationship?”

“Because actions matter more than words, and we always show the other that we care, even if we don’t say it.” you stated, taking both of his hands in yours. “You never make me uncomfortable, you never make me feel bad for who I am, you still tell me you love me everyday, and you’re trying for me. Neither of us are too happy with fate, but we’re making it work. You said it yourself at the beginning of the relationship: we’re made for each other.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the cheesy one because I have the stronger pull?” he joked before he brought you into his arms and rested his chin on the top of your head. “So you don’t think I’m horrible?”

“Sometimes annoying, but never horrible.” you told him.

“Minho! Minho, Minho!” the shouting got louder until Felix had thrown the door open and was staring at him with wide, amber eyes. “They’re here.”

You felt Minho completely tense in your arms. You pulled away to look at him, and he was staring down at you in horror. The older pack had shown up? But why?

“You have to figure something out.” Felix told him before turning to go back into the house, leaving the door open.

Minho just looked down at you, and you stared back at him. He brought his hands up to cup your face, and softly kissed your forehead.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

After that whole speech you just gave him, you nodded instantly. He let out a quiet but deep sigh, and his head moved down, his face nuzzling into your neck. His hair tickled your chin while his breath fanned your skin, but you knew that pain was about to come.

“Just hang on to me, okay?” he told you softly as you felt his growing fangs graze your skin, making you shiver. But you didn’t recoil from him. “It’ll hurt, but do whatever you have to to help.”

You heard his soft voice counting down from three before you felt the sharp, hot pain right by your collarbone. It felt like being stabbed -- at least, that’s what you assumed it felt like -- with a hot knife. You inhaled sharply, but refused to let out the scream building in your chest, instead, opting to bite down on Minho’s shoulder, causing a low growl to rumble in his chest. 

Despite that, his hands stayed at your sides, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs while the pain just got more intense as his teeth sunk deeper into your flesh. It was the most intense pain you’d ever felt, and it made tears spring into your eyes and spill over onto your cheeks. You couldn’t even control the soft cry that was muffled by the thick material of Minho’s damp jacket.

The pain had spread through your body like a a short electric shock: quick but painful. It made your body jolt and feel like it was on fire before it was just back to your neck. Then Minho pulled away and lifted his hand to wipe away the tears that had escaped.

“All done.” he promised, frowning from the knowledge that he’d caused you pain. But you could still tell that he was happy deep down because you officially belonged to him. You were off limits. “Do you want me to heal it for you?”

You shook your head. “I’ll settle for a band-aid, but thanks.”

The knock on the front door was heard by even you, and Minho stood up straight, staring into the house. “C’mon, before they’re invited in.”

He took your hand and brought you back into the house, shutting the sliding door before he followed you to the kitchen and found you two small circle band-aids to place on the two marks. He smirked to himself as he put them on, proud to have you as his official mate now. It didn’t matter to him how it happened, just that it happened.

“Content?” you guessed.

“More than that.” he told you, kissing the top of your head. “Overjoyed, more like it.”

“You’re still annoying.” you teased as he took your hand once more and brought you to where all the talking was happening: the living room.

“So are you.” he shot back with a quiet laugh before he turned serious as the two of you entered the room.

“Minho!” one of the nine wolves you didn’t recognize smiled warmly as you entered together. “Oh, who’s this?”

“This is _____, my mate.” he explained, pulling you to stand beside him.

Under the gaze of the wolf you could only assume was Jongin due to the two girls on either side of him that clung to him, you shrunk into your mate’s side and slightly behind him.

“She smells a lot like you...like she’s been newly marked.” Jongin noted, quirking an eyebrow. “Though neither of you smell like you mated recently. Is she marked.”

“Yes.” Minho replied with a sharp tone to his voice. It was softer when he spoke again. “She’s not comfortable with...those kinds of things. We make things work.”

The rest of Minho’s pack seemed a little taken aback by his quick outburst toward his elder, but since the older pack seemed to have not noticed it -- or just brushed it off as a werewolf being possessive over his mate -- they didn’t say anything about it.

“Don’t mind Jongin.” a very pretty looking wolf with a bright smile told you as he shot a teasing look toward the mate collector. “How long have you been with your mate, _____?”

“F-five months; almost six.” you replied timidly.

“Just after we last met.” the first wolf spoke up again with a nod before he gave you a warm smile. “Well, welcome to the pack. I hope it feels like home.”

You looked up at Minho, who had been watching you since Minseok had directed his question to you. Your mate who pushed your buttons, sometimes ignored you -- you did the same, though -- and never ceased to make sure you were comfortable in this weird relationship the two of you had. Minho, who put you before him, even during mating season where he can’t seem to get comfort or relief from anything; he’d still keep himself away from you, and have his pack look after you for that week, only contacting you to tell you he loved you.

“It does.” you nodded. “He was made for me.”

[sugah-stixx]

AshMolo -Human!Rockstar- AU

“The crowd cheered as Ash started to rub his stomach up with his free hand, his sweat glistening in the light as he belted out the lyrics, falling to his knees. Molo moved his way through the mosh pit and stared up at Ash as he felt his heart pump hard in his chest. He was so close to him, he felt like he was going to explode. Ash opened his eyes slowly, and made contact with his. The crowed jumped and screamed around Molo as Ash smirked and brought his hand down his stomach to his pelvis, thrusting as he unzipped his pants.”

(Chapter 1 /2) 18+ Contains: Language, Substance Use, Smut. 

Molo is a 25 year old, 6”7 pansexual college student. His whole life he’s been made fun of for his size, he’s always been taller than his peers, but it didn’t bother him until he started dating. Molo’s guilty about falling for the shorter ones, he admits. A lot of people were attracted to him, but most of the time the relationship didn’t work out because of the size difference, and they didn’t want to put the extra effort in. Molo has mainly been focusing on keeping his grades up, and saving to get his car fixed. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment while he takes the bus to college everyday, and then works at his part time job in the evenings.

One of Molo’s greatest passions is music. He loves rock, and has a guitar of his own. He unfortunately rarely gets to play because his neighbours really don’t appreciate the noise. His biggest inspiration for music comes from a band called ‘Hellbent’ which he owns all of their albums. A few months ago the band announced they were going on tour, Molo’s hometown being one of their stops. He’s been counting down the days, and finally, Molo found himself waiting patiently on the bus to the bar where they’ll be playing. “Jesus, can you sit down? Or at least go to the back of the bus, I can’t see out the front window, I can’t see where I need to get off!” Some stranger yelled at Molo from across the bus. Molo had his earbuds in, listening to Hellbent’s cover of ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ as Molo smiled and tapped his foot along to the beat, unaware of this stranger screaming at him. “Hey!! I said sit the fuck down, you freak!!” The drunken stranger got up, and clumsily stomped over to Molo, reaching up to tug on his shoulder so he would turn around. Molo flinched and took out his earbuds to listen to this man scream profanities at him. “Oh, I-I’m sorry, sir…” Molo looked down at the man who was giving him such a hard time about something so insignificant. Not only was Molo tall, but he was ripped. So to see this average sized man screaming at a 6”7 jacked hunk, sure was a sight. Not to mention the fact that Molo could never hurt anybody, and the way he looked so scared to see this drunken man half his size yelling at him made the other passengers on the bus giggle a little. Molo was so embarrassed he got off at the next stop, and walked the rest of the way there.

Molo ended up being half an hour late to the show, still very upset about what happened. He walked inside to see the smoke and lights flashing, as he saw ‘HELLBENT’ presented in lights above the stage, and he immediately felt better. Molo walked over to the bar and ordered a beer, knowing that he was going to have to stay at the back during the concert as well. At this point Molo didn’t care, he just wanted to enjoy himself and see his favourite band live. “Step inside, Walk this way, You and me babe…” Molo shot up as he almost choked on his beer, hearing his voice sent shivers down Molo’s spine. “HEY, HEY!” Suddenly the smoked cleared and the lead singer of the band was in plain sight, and then slowly followed by the lead guitarist, bass player, and the drummer. Molo’s face lit up as he saw him, he couldn’t believe they were in the same room together. “Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on, Livin' like a lover with a red hot thong” Molo swallowed hard as he felt his face turn red, still with a huge smile on his face. The lead singer of Hellbent’s name was Ash. He was the best singer Molo had ever heard, his low, deep, rumbling voice was like sex in your ears. He had so much energy during his concerts, his stark red hair shined with the spotlight on him; he was the sheer definition of gorgeous. Molo admits he may have a bit of a crush on him. “Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night” This song was famous online as the sexiest song Hellbent’s ever covered, even more so when they perform it live. Ash gets so into it, every time he almost ends up completely naked on stage. Molo tapped the table nervously, wanting so bad to go up and stand in the mosh pit to get a better view. “So c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up” Molo chugged his beer back and stood up, slowly making his way to the mosh pit. “Pour some sugar on me, Ooh, in the name of love!!” The crowd cheered as Ash started to rub his stomach up with his free hand, his sweat glistening in the light as he belted out the lyrics, falling to his knees. Molo moved his way through the mosh pit easily, because no body dared to push him. Molo stared up at Ash as he felt his heart pump hard in his chest. He was so close to him, he felt like he was going to explode. Ash opened his eyes slowly, and made contact with him. The crowed jumped and screamed around Molo as Ash smirked and brought his hand down his stomach to his pelvis, thrusting as he unzipped his pants. “I'm hot, sticky sweet, From my head to my feet, yeah…” Molo’s eyes opened wide as a wobbly grin grew on his face while the crowd screamed. Ash let out a small chuckle before he quickly jumped up and threw his pants off, still singing in his boxers and shirt. Molo continued watching before he felt a warm familiar feeling pool in his groin. He looked down quickly before he covered his mouth in embarrassment and took off to the bathroom of the bar.

Molo splashed some cool water in his face and took a few deep breaths in and out. “Why in the ever loving hell did I wear skinny jeans?” Molo whispered under his breath as he looked down to see it still hadn’t gone away. Molo was incredibly well endowed, and the way Ash sang that line to him while dancing so erotically, he wasn’t surprised it was so noticeable. But why the hell, of all nights, did he decide to wear skinny jeans?? After a little while longer, Molo’s bulge had become smaller and he was able to go and enjoy the rest of the concert.

It was 2am when Hellbent played their last song of the night. Ash thanked the crowd, and disappeared into the smoke when the lights dimmed and the crowd all headed to the door. Molo decided to wait until most of the room was empty before he got out of his seat to leave, just in case of another incident, like on the bus. Molo lost track of time scrolling through his phone full of all the videos and pictures he took of Ash that night, smiling wide as he was finishing his last beer. “Hey, big guy, bars closed.” A man sweeping the floor called out to him. Molo jumped up as he realized everyone was gone, then checked his phone for the time. Molo gulped when he realized he had two minutes to catch the bus. “I-I’m so sorry, sir!!” Molo stuttered. He then gathered his things and ran out the door, only to see the bus drive past him as soon as he got outside. Molo huffed as swore under his breath, before taking out his phone to call a cab. How is he supposed to pay to get his car fixed if he keeps missing the bus, and needing to call a cab every time? Molo shook his head as he looked up the cheapest cab drivers near him. “I mean c’mon give me a fuckin’ break, jesus…” Molo heard a familiar voice coming from behind him as he turned his head quickly. Standing at only 5”6 was Ash, the lead singer of Hellbent lighting up a cigarette as he walked out of the bar with his band mates, surrounded by a significant amount of other important people. “Ash, hurry the fuck up.” Liam, Hellbent’s lead guitarist, yelled before getting on the tour bus. “Just give me a god damn second,…” Ash yelled back through gritted teeth, trying to light his cigarette. Molo couldn’t believe his eyes; Ash was standing almost directly in front of him. He felt like his heart was going to be pounded out of his chest as he stood there, his head turned, just staring. Suddenly, Molo felt his phone slip out of his fingertips as it fell on the sidewalk. “Shit…” Molo whispered as he quickly bent down to pick up his phone. As the crowd shifted and the rest of the people got on the tour bus, Ash noticed this guy shuffling around on the ground. He lit his cigarette and put his lighter in his jacket pocket. Ash lifted an eyebrow wondering what he was doing. Molo then slowly stood up, looking at his phone and noticed that the screen had shattered. “Oh, man…” Molo wrinkled his brow before he realized it was just him and Ash facing each other on the sidewalk. “Hey! You’re that tall dude from the show!” Ash smiled as he pointed at Molo. “Y- I… h- Yes!” Molo was so nervous proper words weren’t even forming at this point. Ash blew out a cloud of smoke as he laughed, “So how’d you like it?” he asked. “I-It was fantastic. I’m… I’m a …very big l-long time fan of yours, a-and I was super excited to see you live…!” Molo huffed and smiled nervously that he managed to actually get his feelings across. Ash’s smile turned slightly devious, “Heh, yeah, I could see that you got super excited…” Ash teased as he elbowed Molo’s arm. Molo’s face flushed as he covered his mouth with both of his hands and whimpered. “I-… I’m so sorry… you saw that…” Molo had never been more embarrassed in his life, Ash is the only person he looked up to in terms of music and he had to ruin it by being unable to control himself and his hormones. Ash laughed hard as he blew another puff of smoke, “Man! Don’t even worry about it, I know how sexual I get during these concerts, don’t sweat it. I was just teasin’ ya!” Ash threw his cigarette on the ground as he stomped it out with his boot. “What’re you doing out here anyways, how you gettin’ home?” Ash asked, tilting his head. “I-I missed my bus… and was going to call a cab, b-but dropped my phone, and it won’t turn on… I’m having one of those, uh… unlucky days, I suppose…” Molo giggled out as he rubbed the back of his head, his face still red as ever. “Fuck that shit.” Ash scoffed. “You wanna come to our after party at the hotel? We’ll get one of our drivers to getcha back home, but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. Sound good?” Ash smiled wide as he looked up at Molo. Molo was in the clouds at this point; he didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded. Even though he had work at 8am the next day, he didn’t care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Molo entered the bus, ducking his head and sitting down on the light tan leather seats next to Ash. Ash handed him a beer as he himself took a shot of vodka and howled at the bitter taste. Molo was shy and silent as the tour bus was almost full, filled with the other band members and their friends, girlfriends, hook-ups, etc. Molo started to wonder, did Ash possibly want to hook up with him tonight? If that were the case… it would be like Molo’s dream actually coming true. But he’s never read anything regarding Ash’s sexuality, would he even be attracted to males? Or is he just taking pity on Molo because he’s had a bad night? The tour bus stopped at the hotel, as everyone got off and went up to their room on the roof. This hotel was ranked as one of the most expensive in the whole city, and the room that Hellbent booked was the party suite, complete with an open roof patio. Once in the party suite, Molo tried to sit by himself in the corner to loosen up a bit. He was so nervous, he’s never exactly been to a party before, and he’s barely even been drunk before. Ash, on the other hand, was wasted. Molo could see Ash rocking it on the patio to the song, “Dance, Dance” by Fall Out Boy. Molo giggled, and decided to build up his strength and go talk to him. On the way over, he noticed a girl walk up to him and lean her elbow on the bar table while she called his name. Ash clumsily walked over to her and put his arm on her shoulder. “W-wwhat’s up babe…” Ash’s low voice shook Molo once more. “Can you show me that neat little trick you do with your tongue~?” The girl turned her head towards his so their faces were inches away. Ash smirked, as he then brought his face close to hers and kissed her, clearly using his tongue as the whole room cheered. Molo’s eyes opened wide as he almost felt his heart break. Ash then pulled a cherry stem, with a knot in the middle, out of the girl’s mouth as they held onto each end with their teeth. The girl let go while she laughed and clapped as Ash bowed dramatically while the room cheered louder around them. Ash then grabbed onto his mouth with one hand, as he gagged and ran off the patio into the bathroom. Molo decided that he’s had enough, and was going to wait for Ash to come out of the bathroom to ask him for one of his drivers to send him home. Once Ash came out of the bathroom, he noticed Molo leaning against the wall. “Huurgh… I drank too much there… it seems…” Ash spoke slowly before he started giggling. “Y-Yea… are you going to be okay?” Molo asked shyly. “Of course, dont’cha worry ‘bout me, kay? How about you, are you having fun?” Ash stammered as he swayed over to Molo, grabbing onto the side of his arm. Molo blushed, seeing Ash drunk like this was far too adorable. The news only covers the bad parts about what Ash does when he’s drunk… they never mentioned how cute he looks with his face all red and eyes sparkling like this. Molo gulped, “I-I’m having a great time!” Ash’s face lit up as he laughed and patted Molo on his stomach, “Now that’s what I like to hear!!” Ash continued to stumble down the hallway while Molo decided to follow him to the patio. “So, um, that girl… is she your… girlfriend?” Molo managed to gain the courage to ask. “Nah man, I’m super gay.” Ash replied easily. Molo felt butterflies in his stomach as a huge smile grew on his face. Ash turned around slightly as he looked Molo up and down, “Why? You tryna get into my pants tonight?” He asked smoothly. Molo avoided making eye contact as he blushed, before he realized they were at the kitchen counter, Ash pouring himself another drink. “I-I… I dunno… are you trying to get into mine?” Molo’s voice cracked as he asked. Molo couldn’t believe what he was saying, when did he get so much courage? He then realized he was already on his third beer, thinking that might have something to do with it. Ash looked at him slightly surprised, then laughed hard. “We’ll just have to see where the night takes us then, huh?” Ash took a bottle of vanilla vodka and poured some straight into his mouth, then pulled Molo down by his collar and kissed him hard, opening his mouth so the vodka went straight down Molo’s throat. The strong taste of the bitter alcohol mixed with the sweet taste of vanilla made Molo love drunk, as Ash let go and Molo almost fell backwards, his knees bent as he leaned his elbow on the counter. Ash laughed again as he grabbed the bottle and jumped up on the kitchen counter, “WHO’S READY TO GET FUCKED UP TONIGHT?!” Ash screamed as he raised his fists in the air, the crowd cheering louder than ever. Molo grabbed onto his head as he tried to comprehend what just happened, before smiling wide as he turned around and followed Ash onto the patio.

[believethaticanandiwill]

I Won’t Let Anybody Hurt You

Hi Guys, So this is my first ever Fic. its pretty long and i know it isn't perfect, but that being said, if i don't post it now I'm pretty sure i never will. i’ve followed this fandom since the last episode of the second series, and have fell in love with all of the beautifully written fics. one day hopefully, my writing will be half as good as yours. I’m pretty new a tumblr too so i stick out like a sore thumb.  it takes place during the night of the party at Ians, just a pre warning. hope you enjoy xxx

“I won’t let anybody hurt you. You’re safe with me” 

Its been a few hours since he got in bed, music off, so his dad thinks he’s asleep and he doesn’t have to answer any of his questions about Rae. The question that angers him most is “tell me what happened between you two, I thought you both made each other happy.” If he knew why they split he probably wouldn’t spend most his nights punishing himself for fucking up so bad. He’s not sure where he went wrong, but he obviously did. The second question he hates almost as much is “You’re not happy with Olivia, are you?” Of course he isn’t happy with Olivia, it wasn’t even meant to get this deep, his first date with her was only meant to be a favour for Macca, “please Finn, remember the time I took Vicky out so you and Stacey could get some time alone?” He feels sick just thinking about it. Yes Macca had taken Vicky out so him and Stacey could be alone, possibly get down to business, but he realised pretty quickly while they were alone that that wasn’t what he wanted, that Stacey was a bitch, that she didn’t care about anyone but herself and her popularity, he ended it pretty quickly after that, but yet Macca still claims that him taking Vicky out, was for Finn’s benefit only.

He always tries to be a good boy, a good Lad, He’s never brought any real trouble home to his dads door, he always does the right thing for his friends, which is how he’s ended up taking Olivia on this stupid date in the first place. A fucking Wine Bar, he knew he was out of his depth as soon as he walked in. He knew of Olivia from around the town, heard about her lapping the attention from younger lads, but he never really cared for gossip. He still doesn’t now. So while on this date with Olivia, he drinks the horrible vinegar tasting red liquid like its water, hoping to kill the pain that’s been in his chest ever since Rae left him on his doorstep. The more he drank, the more his guard slipped, and the next he remembers is waking up the following morning naked in Olivia’s bed. He was sick that morning, told Olivia it was just his hangover when she’d asked him if he was okay. But it wasn’t his hangover, no it was the guilt, how could he of slept with her when he didn’t even know her surname? How could he of slept with her when he was so in love with Rae? Olivia stuck around like a bad smell after that day, and he began to like the feeling of being wanted by somebody, and besides she wasn’t a horrible person, so he began to put the effort in with Olivia. But still every night, he’d find himself lay in his bed staring up at his ceiling, wondering where he went wrong with Rae, wondering when it will stop hurting so much, wondering if she’s okay. He’d ended it not quickly enough with Olivia, but at least now, he can love and care for Rae without feeling guilty.

He turns on his side to look at his alarm clock, it reads 03:17 and he can’t believe he’s been in his bed since he got in from Rae’s at six forty-five pm, she’d blew him off to go to a party with Chloe and these older lads, something about the lads cause him to shudder and it sets him on edge even more not only is he worried about Rae, he’s now also worried for Chloe too. Soon after he can hear the house phone ringing, he knows it isn’t for him, its probably his dads work, he’s been working a lot more recently. Just as he decides he best answer, it stops he relaxes back in his bed but literally two seconds later the phone rings again, its cut off pretty quickly so he assumes his dads answered. He’s correct, he can hear his dad’s faint voice telling whoever is on the other side of the phone not to worry, and he’ll check, there’s a soft knock on his bedroom door and before he can tell his dad to come in, the door is opened.

“Finn are you awake lad?” he replies with a horse “yeah” his voice is tight with panic.

“Linda, Rae’s mum is on the phone for you” his dad takes a seat on his bed and holds the phone out for Finn to take. He’s panicking now.

“Linda, are you okay? Is Rae okay?” he asks, her reply really gets him worrying. Linda explains that her and Rae have gotten into it a lot recently, and that during their last argument Linda had said some pretty terrible things, one being that she didn’t want to bring her baby up around Rae and the other telling Rae to go and live with her dad because she’d done her shift. She’s crying down the phone and Finn tells her to calm down before she causes herself or the baby some trouble. He’s pretty mad though, how can Linda say anything of such to Rae, If he can tell that something isn’t right with Rae then surly her own mother knows. He’ll be even more furious if Linda has lay a hand on Rae, the day she’d turned up on his doorstep, cheek red with a handprint, had broke his heart.

Linda goes on to ask if he’s heard off Rae at all, that she’d tried Archie who gave her his number, and Chloe is meant to be staying out at a mates. Finn doesn’t want to lie to Linda, but he doesn’t want to out Rae either, so he tells Linda that while he hadn’t exactly heard from Rae, he knew that there was a party tonight and he’d be happy to phone and find out if she was there, before calling Linda back. She thanks him before apologising for waking him and his dad up before saying, “speak to you shortly”

 Finn puts the phone down before looking up at his dad. He doesn’t know what his face looks like but it must be bad if his dad is pulling him into a hug and kissing his forehead. “She’ll be alright son, you get calling around, ill go fix the kettle.” but before his dad makes it to his bedroom door, the house phone is ringing, he picks it up with a rushed “lo”.

“Hi, I’m sorry to call so late, but my names Kester, and I’m looking for a Finn, is Finn home?”

“It’s me, I’m Finn” He reply’s wondering why the name Kester sounds familiar to him.

“Oh great, well I’m calling on behalf of Rae, sh” he’s quick to cut Kester off, “Rae’s there? Is she safe, I’m coming right now tell her, what is the address?”

“Wait Finn,” Kester rushes “before you come you need to know that she’s very upset, I can’t get anything out of her apart from your name and number, she doesn’t look hurt but something has happened, she’s very drunk.”

Finns head is spinning so much it takes a minute for him to reply, he looks up and his dad is back in his room in his coat and shoes with Finn’s jacket and boots in his hands, Finn gets the address from Kester and is shocked to find that Rae isn’t even in the same town as the party, she’s only 20 minutes away. Finn hangs up and almost falls as he rushes to his feet, his dad tells him to breath, but Finn is practically already down the stairs. He’s glad his dad stops to call Linda back, he can hear him telling Linda for her to sleep, Rae is okay to spend the night in the spare room, and either himself or Finn will drop her home first thing in the morning.

He Finds himself jittering in the car, he’s glad his dad has come, even happier his dad is driving, his nerves have got the better of him, he feels as if he’ll be sick and second and he’s already chewed his nails to the point they’re bleeding. His dad tells him she’ll be okay, but how can she be? His dad doesn’t know that lads she’s been hanging around with, and where the fuck is Chloe?

They pull up to a house, which has the porch light on, Finn gets out, and knocks quietly; his dad squeezes his shoulder in support. The door opens and Finn is facing a short, bald man, who he surmises is Kester, although he doesn’t look much like the Kester he’s imagined. Kester welcomes both men in and leads them through the his living room to a narrow hall, he points to a door and tells Finn she’s in there, that he’ll go and fix some drinks. Finn looks over his shoulder to his dad, his dad nodding him on and that’s when he hears it, Rae’s hushed sobs. He knocks once and opens the door calling out “Rae”.

The rooms pretty bright and he spots her sat on the floor next to the toilet, itching her right hand mercifully. He shuts the bathroom door behind him and is sat gathering her into his arms in 3 seconds, but she flinches and yelps, and it sends shivers down his spine. Something has happened to Rae, something terrible. He says her name again, a little clearer this time hoping the confidence in his voice comes through; she flinches but doesn’t look at him. “Rae, its me Finn, please look at me” is voice cracks. She looks up and sobs a little “Finn” before breaking down into the most heart wrenching sobs. He tries again to pull her into his arms, this time she allows him, and she easily rests her head in-between his shoulder and neck. He kisses her head and tells her “Shhh, its okay Rae, tell me what I need to do to make you feel safe” but she just sobs harder and harder.

“Rae please, please at least tell me if we need to get you some medical help, it okay if we do, I’ll come with you, stay with you, I won’t let anybody touch you, I promise” he places another kiss on her head preying that she answers him. He gives her a minute because it feels like her sobs are calming slightly, and he knows if she isn’t crying so hard, there is a chance that she will tell him what she needs. It looks like he’s correct because soon she’s shaking her head against his chest and then she whispers; “I don’t need to go to hospital, but please don’t leave me.”

He pulls her in tighter tells her he wont leave her, he’s quiet for a few minutes, he knows he should start trying to move her, but she obviously feels safe in this room, if she wouldn’t even sit with Kester, while he made his way here. He thinks he feels relieved that she doesn’t need to go to the hospital, but the he thinks he’d much [refer her needing to go to the hospital with a minor injury, than her being like this, sat on a cold bathroom floor, scared for her life, trying to be as small as possible, while barely making a sound. This isn’t his Rae. His Rae is full of life, loud and knows what she wants.

After what probably has only been five minutes, but what feels like twenty, he asks her “what happened Rae? I thought you were at the party with Chloe, how did you get here?”

“I did go to the party, I shouldn’t have gone, I should have stayed with you. I’m sorry Finn, I’m meant to be your friend and I just left you when I you needed me”

“Hey, come on now, that’s okay, we can talk about this another time, that isn’t important now, what is important is that you’re safe. Please tell me Rae.” She starts sobbing again and he figures he should stop pressing the matter for now, but then he feels her grab is bicep a bit tighter, and he knows she’s going to tell him.

“I went to that party, and Ian and Saul were handing out a lot of drinks, I didn’t like the way Saul was holding onto me, the way he was watching me, it made me feel uneasy, so I went to the toilet, so I could, think of a way to get out, without him being able to watch me, but he came in, handed me a drink and locked the door behind him, he told me it was water, so I had a sip, and then dropped it, pretended it was an accident, but it wasn’t, it wasn’t water, it had a funny smell. He called me stupid and got pretty mad, and I told him I was sorry, he calmed down and said it was okay, and started kissing my neck. I told him No but he ignored me, pushed me into the space between the sink and the bath, and started feeling up my leg.” She stops abruptly, and my jaw is clenched, how dare he touch Rae when she says no. Rae lets out another sob, and I feel a tear drop onto my cheek, I sniff and ask her what next she takes a few deep breaths before replying, “I kept telling him No, that I wasn’t interested, and that I wanted to go home, and he lost it said he’d always wanted to have sex with a bigger lady, said that he was hard for me and that I should just touch it, pulled down his zip to show me how hard he was”… she stops and blanches, and I blanch too. This is bad already, I don’t know if ill be able to hear anymore without being sick. Before I ask anything she starts talking again “… he kept pushing me against the wall, kept trying to kiss me, kept telling me not to be frigid. I pushed him back off me and tried to escape, but he caught me, dragged me back and I slipped on the floor mat. I kept pushing him and pushing him, even punched him like you taught me, but as I punched him, I threw myself back and hit my head off the bath, everything went black for a minute” and that’s when I see her knuckle is slightly swollen, that there is a slight trace of blood. I kiss her head, and gently lift her swollen right hand so I can get a closer look, it isn’t too bad, it just needs a bit of ice and rest and I’m sure It will be fine, but I kiss her wrist a few times, she smiles faintly.

“What happened when you came round Rae, has he done anything else to you?”

“No, when I opened my eyes he was unlocking the bathroom door, saying how he should have known he’d need a bit of help with me, I heard him shout for Ian, I got up and checked he wasn’t there before making my way out, I saw Chloe at the bottom of the stairs but she wasn’t interested, said she was staying. So I left and I ran as fast as I could for as long as I could, before I flagged down a bus, he let me on, but he’s gone to the depo up the road, so I walked here.”

“Sit a bit forward for me girl” she does as he asks, he moves her hair around her head looking for any signs of injury, he notices she filches when she can’t see his movements. “Its okay Rae, I wont let anybody hurt you, you’re safe with me, I promise,” she relaxes her shoulders and softly whispers “I Know”. Once he’s sure there is no blood on her head he shifts to the side and pulls her back close.

“My dads here, how about we go back to mine, I’ll check you over and I’ll run you a bath and then you can get some sleep?”

“What if he finds me Finn.” she sobs, “What if he hurts Chloe? I shouldn’t have left without Chloe. I need to go back and get her” He pulls her in tight again before carefully choosing his words. “Look Rae, to me it sounds like you did the best you could. Chloe didn’t want to come, She didn’t feel bad when she told you No. You absolutely should have left; you know what they could have done to you Rae. You know that right? He could have done so much worse than he already has, and there is no way after a blow to the head, that you’d be able to fight off more than one. Look, lets get you sorted, I’m sure my dad will go get Chloe.”

“I need to know she’s safe Finn, it was a shitty thing of her to do but she’s still my best friend.” Rae starts sobbing again. He can’t help but be mad at Chloe, drunk or not he can’t forgive her for leaving Rae to make her way home herself. He can’t forgive her for introducing Rae to those twats.

“Okay Rae, Shhhh, look, err we’ll go out into the living room and tell my dad about Chloe, I’ll ring Chloe’s house and see if she’s home. And if she isn’t then we’ll go and find her, but you have to stay in the car with my dad okay. He wont hurt you, I promise.” She nods her head, and he feels relieved that he hasn’t had to fight any harder with her about this matter. “Are you ready to go” he asks. She doesn’t reply, but she moves off him. He finds himself missing her touch. He stands and holds out a hand for her to grab so he can help her up which she takes. He’s happy; this is something she never did while they were together, however once she stands up and she tries to walk she knocks into him. He’s quick to steady her with his arms, before realising that she must have hit her head pretty hard. He wraps her arms around his neck and tells her to hold on which she does. He lifts he and she mutters something about him being strong. He opens the bathroom door and makes his way down the small hall towards the living room, where both his dad and Kester stand from their chairs. He goes to sit Rae on the couch but she tightens her grip around his shoulders and tells him “Please don’t leave me” and he gets it. She needs to be able to touch him, she needs him to hold her and keep them away. So he sits on the couch with her cradled in his arms. He looks over to his dad who looks ever so worried now he’s seen Rae with his own eyes. He catches his dad’s eye and looks at him as if to say ‘don’t come any closer’.

“Rae love, how about we get you back to ours?” Rae hides her face deeper into Finns chest and tightens her arms around him.

Mr Nelson looks to his son as Finn speaks up; “Chloe is still at the party, and Rae thinks she might be in danger, so if you don’t mind Kester could I use your phone to call Chloe’s house?”

Mr Nelson takes a seat and sips his cold tea. He’s always been proud of Finn, but right now, his young man sat in front of him protecting the girl he loves at all costs, holding it together for her, even though Mr Nelson can tell he wants to cry, well he’s never been prouder. His thought process causes him to miss out on the scene in front of him, he only just catches his son holding the phone to Rae’s ear while she whispers something down it. Soon enough the phone call is over and Finn is standing with Rae still in his arms.

“So where is it we need to go? Do you know the address?” Mr Nelson stands, reaching into his coat pocket for his keys.

“We’re going home Da, Chloe is home in bed, Rae’s spoken to her, lets get Rae back to ours so she can rest” Finn doesn’t miss the side glance both Kester and His dad give each other, he can see the anger in both their eyes at the fact that Chloe is safe at home, and Rae has been through god knows what, he reckons that anger is reflected in his own eyes.

“Thanks for calling me Kester, I’ll make sure she’s okay from here and I’ll speak to her mum in the morning, I’m guessing Linda will be wanting to speak with you also” Finn smiles at Kester

“Thanks, for coming, I’ve given your dad my number in case you need to call me for anything.” And Finn thinks the way Kester says anything, he means if Finn needs to talk about any of tonight’s happenings too. He decides he likes Kester. He looks down at Rae to find that she is light sleeping, instead of waking her by talking he smiles at Kester and looks down to Rae to let them know she’s nodded off. Kester walks and opens the front door for them, and Mr Nelson runs to unlock and open the car doors. He holds the door open and helps Finn onto the back seat without disturbing Rae as much as possible, before closing the door quietly.

Most of the journey home, he notices that Finn doesn’t take his eyes off Rae, he also notices the tears that fall on his sons cheeks. Once home, Finn carries Rae up to his room and lays her on his bed, she comes to a bit and calls out for fin. Finn bends to stroke her hair out of her eyes before softly telling her he’s there. Rae opens her eyes and sits up she spots Mr Nelson and he makes himself useful by excusing himself to get to fixing the teas he wanted to start over two hours ago.

“I’m goanna go and run you the bath, ill be right back okay? And then once you’ve had a soak ill get you straight to bed” Rae replies “Thanks Finn”

Finn leave his room and calls down to his dad for and Ice pack and some spare towels, before moving onto the bathroom where he turns the taps on and pours in some bubble bath. He heads back to his room and helps Rae to remove her shoes, before guiding her to his bathroom. He keeps a tight grip on her, as he’s not fully confident she’ll be able to keep herself up if he wants to hold onto her. He sits her on the toilet while the bath carries on running, before heading over to the bathroom door to watch for his dad coming up the stairs.

“Here you go son, I don’t have any ice packs but frozen peas should do the trick, are you sure she doesn’t need the hospital?” before Finn can reply, Rae pipes up “I’m okay Mr Nelson, I’m sorry for being such a pain, thank you for letting me stop” Mr Nelson looks over his sons shoulder and sees Rae sat on the toilet, “its not a problem Rae, as long as you’re okay, do you need anything? And please call me Gary” she replies, “I’m okay Gary, Finn’s taken such good care of me”. Gary looks at his son and nods, “ I’ll just be down stairs if you need anything” and Finn shuts the door. He walks over to the bath and turns the taps off. Places the towels over the radiator so they’re warm for Rae when she needs them.

“There’s Shampoo and conditioner on the shelf, the soaps on the side, I’ll just be outside call me if you need anything okay” He worries if she’ll be able to get in the bath or not unaided, but he’s surprised to find her standing, she’s holding onto the sink no less but at least she’s standing. She smiles so he exits and goes to take seat on the stairs but his dad is already there.

“You okay son? You need anything?” and Finn crumbles, he quietly sobs into his dads chest. Tonight has been horrible but he’s so relieved that it hasn’t ended any other way, he worries that Rae isn’t going to be able to come back from this, he worries what her mum is going to say in a few hours. The one thing he doesn’t worry about is this Twat Saul coming back, because he knows he’ll have him if he does. Gary Kisses Finns head a few times while Finn settles. Finn sniffs and wipes his eyes before speaking. “Thanks for tonight Da, I’m sorry it’s so late and you have work tomorrow. I’ve got some money, maybe you should take tomorrow off and rest and I can give you some cash so you’re not missing out on a days wage, Its probably about time I start helping out a bit more.”

Gary can’t believe the young man his son has become, he can’t help but tear up slightly, “Finn, you don’t have to do that, yes money is a bit tight at the minute but its only because of Nan’s funeral. Everything will be back to usual soon, don’t worry about me going to work tomorrow, I’m due a few days anyway” Gary smiles and pulls his son in tight again. It’s not long before there’s a quiet shout for Finn, Gary pats his sons back and makes his way back down the stairs. Finn stands and knocks on the bathroom door ‘Rae, is everything okay?”

“Can you come in Finn?” Finn swallows before entering, he finds Rae soaking in the bath; her hair is full of bubbles. He looks over at her and she smiles embarrassingly. “I’m sorry to call you in but I’ve got bubbles in my hair and I cant get them out could you help me please?” he lets out a little chuckle before grabbing the glass off the side and walking over and kneeling down behind the bath. He fills the glass with water and tells her to lean her head back, he rinses her hair a few times, making sure there are no bubbles left, he apologises when she hisses. He figures he’s handled her head a bit to roughly. He sets the glass down on the side of the bath and kisses the back of her head once more, before standing; he wipes his hand on the hand towel and asks, “anything else you need?”

Rae yawns and speaks “no I think I’m pretty much done in here now, could you hand me a towel please?” Finn turns and does as she asks, he turns to leave the room to give her some privacy, just as he’s about to open the door to leave Rae speaks up “Erma Finn, do you, I mean could you, its alright if not, but would you be able to help me out, I feel pretty weak.” She’s nervous he can tell, so he flashes her a reassuring smile before saying “course girl”. He bends to pull the plug but before he pulls it he asks if she’s ready, she’s blushed and he can hear her muttering. Eventually she agrees. He pulls the plug and takes the towel from her hand throwing it over his shoulder, before placing his arms around her to help pull her up. She stands and grips his shoulders, but doesn’t look up. He wraps the towel around her, but she looks down as if she’s embarrassed. He tickles her chin and she looks up at him, he smiles one more before wrapping her arms around his neck and moving to lift her, he carries her through to his bedroom, sitting her on his bed, while he goes back to the bathroom to get the other towel for her hair.

He hands her the towel and points to her hair, before he walks over to his draws. He pulls out a new pair of his boxers, a pair of his pyjama bottoms he’s not worn before, as he usually sleeps in his skin or boxers if the lads are around, and he digs around his bottom draw for the oasis top he got Rae at Knebworth. He never gave it to her, because he thought he’d look pathetic, but right now he’s not bothered about looking pathetic, he’d happily be pathetic all the time if it meant Rae was okay. He made his way back over to her and she’s softly towel drying her hair, he hands her the pile of clothes and excuses himself downstairs.

His dad is drinking a cuppa on the chair when Finn walks in. “Kettles just boiled, I rang Linda and told her Rae was here, that something has happened but she was okay right now and that you were making her comfortable in bed. The SPARE bed” Finn glances back at his dad with pleading eyes, he promised Rae he’d stay with her, he doesn’t want to have this argument with his dad tonight maybe, he could sleep on the floor. Gary starts to chuckle, “look son, I’m not about to move Rae to the spare room, its obvious to me that she needs you, however you’re not to tell Linda about this, and if she does find out, you make sure she knows I know nothing about it. She said she’ll be round just after mid-day to give Rae some time to rest, so that gives her at least 5 hours kip” It’s the first time Finns looked at the clock since leaving the house to go get Rae. He’s shocked to see that its gone 6am, he really should be getting Rae settled. “Thanks Da, I’m just going to get her some fresh Ice and a glass of water, do we have any paracetamol?”

Garry follows him into the Kitchen and roots through a draw pulling out a packet with a few tablets left in it. “No more than two, and I wouldn’t give Rae any until she’s slept a bit first.” Finn takes the tablets with a thanks and places them in his back pocket, he fills two glasses with water, and turns to find his dad rooting through the freezer draws, “Frozen chips will have to do this time, throw me the peas down and I’ll freeze them in case she needs them in the morning.” Finn takes the chips and calls a “night Da love you” before heading back up the stairs, he knocks on his bedroom door and rates still sat in the same place she was when he left, only this time, she’s dressed in the clothes he’s given her. He takes the frozen peas and throws them down to his dad wafting at the foot of the stairs, before standing Rae up and pulling back the covers. “In you get” he says, she slides, in and he covers her up, he doesn’t miss the panicked look she throws him “please don’t leave me Finn, please”

“I’m not, I made you a promise, I’m just going to wash my face and get changed, and I’ll be right back”

He’s imagined Rae being in his bed so many times he’s lost count. He’s never imagined her sharing his bed after anything like this though. He quickly changes, brushes his teeth and washes his face before heading back to his room and turning off his light. He turns his lamp on and gets into bed next to Rae, she turns on to her side and looks at him, so he matches her move, her eyes are shining and she looks like she’s holding in a sob, ““I won’t let anybody hurt you. You’re safe with me” he reputes his words once more to her, and that’s when he sees her tears start to fall, he moves as close as he can wrapping her in his arms once more. “You’re safe Rae, I promise, shah now, you need to sleep girl.” he places kiss after kiss on her hairline, and soon she settles into him, she makes to move back but he holds her to him “you’re fine where you are, ill be here when you wake up okay” he tells her, she lowers his head to his chest and kisses him once before laying her head there. It’s not too long before her soft snores fill the room. He stays awake for a while making sure her sleep isn’t fitful, before he drops one final kiss to her head, and closes his eyes for the rest he’s so desperately craving, he knows its going to be a rough few days.

  TBC? Maybe

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Yoongi x Reader - Guardian (Four)

Part of the ‘Souls’ Series.

Summary: Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, fantasy, soul mates

Author: Pilot

Chapter Four

You sigh, rolling over. You had awoken to the sound of an email notification on your phone. You look around. You were in bed, surrounded by papers, your laptop laying next to an empty box of chocolates you had pigged out on last night.

You rub your eyes and pull your laptop towards you and open it up. You had fallen asleep last night in the middle of typing up your first proper journalist piece. The USB Yoongi had left with you last night contained folders worth of hidden documents, correspondence and receipts that indicated foul play and corruption at the company you had interned at.

You let your eyes adjust to the glare of your laptop and squint at it. Two documents are open, one is your article on the company and the other is a Word Document titled ‘Min Yoongi’. Confused, you bring your screen closer to you to read it.

Min Yoongi is a “guardian angel.”

Min Yoongi is good looking.

You peer at the document. Did you really type Min Yoongi is good looking? How out of it were you last night?! You groan and go to delete it but your finger pauses over the backspace. Who was going to read this anyway? You were one to admit to things and yes, you did admit he was good looking. His lips, his smirk.

God, even that stupid smug face…But how old was he? He seemed older than you but how old? Do I need to call him oppa? Min Oppa? You laugh out loud. You could already see the face he’d pull upon hearing it.

You look at the document. You guess somewhere in-between Yoongi saving your ass again last night and all the research you had done, that you had just accepted the likelihood that he was telling the truth. That he really was some kind of supernatural being.

You open another folder in your computer, of the research you had done on guardian angels and save the document there. Then you check your emails. It was an email from the company, advising staff that the premises had suffered severe water damage from malfunctioning sprinklers and would be temporarily closed.

Your mind goes back to last night. Seeing Yoongi there, suddenly appearing, holding a lighter in his hand as the managing director had begun to advance on you. He was the reason the sprinklers went off last night, not because they had malfunctioned.

You save your half-written journal article on the company. You planned on saving this information for when you started your journalism job in two weeks. You had lined it up to be done after the internship had finished but well, that was out of the window now.

You were still going to get paid your wages for the remaining two-week period but you figured it would be a good opportunity to work somewhere else in that time.

The new job was at a media and news company, as a junior journalist. You were quite pleased with yourself. This gave you time to test it out and see where else it could take you while you were still making your mind up about whether or to to take the bar exam.

You open up your internet browser to begin the hunt for jobs. You spot a job for a waitress at a café in the city. It’s not too far, the pay and hours are decent and they only wanted someone for two weeks to cover for a waitress on holiday.

Two weeks? It was almost as if it was meant to be.

//

Yoongi knocks on the door. He waits for a few moments and then it opens and an elderly lady with kind eyes greets him. Of all the times, she was the slowest today. She ushers him inside with a smile, one hand behind her back as she hits it.

“Painful?” he asks as he walks into the small home. He enters the kitchen and places some groceries on the table. He looks around. One of the light bulbs needed changing in the laundry and the tap was leaking in the kitchen. Yoongi rolls up the sleeves to his black turtleneck and begins to unpack the shopping, pulling out some carrots, potatoes and spring onions. He moves swiftly, easily around the house, putting them away.

“You know how it is Yoongi, when you’re my age, everything is painful.” The old lady responds, wringing her hands. “You don’t have to fuss, I can do that.”

Yoongi shoots her a look and she laughs. “Yes, I know. This is what you are here for.” She says, slowly easing herself into an old cane chair by the television.

He nods, smiling to himself and proceeds to unbox a globe from its box, pulling a chair over to the laundry. He changes the light and tests the switch to make sure it’s working. Next, he tightens the washers around the taps at the sink, preventing the water from dripping.

Mrs Song was one of his other assignments. Her children and her grandchildren had all died in a car accident. She had no other family members left. He was there to spend time with her, help her maintain her house and do things like change her lightbulbs. He kept her company. She was on borrowed time and part of his job was to help her pass on peacefully. To be honest, he had grown quite attached, given she reminded him so much of his own grandmother.

Once done, he sat down on one of the chairs and helped himself to a glass of water. They watch a show together. At the ad break, the old woman turns to him and smiles.

“Have you found yourself a special someone?”

Yoongi sips his water. “You know the answer is no.”

“Mmm. still, can’t blame an old woman for prying.”

He pouts and places the water back down on the table.

“What’s a young, kind, good looking man like you doing without someone?” She asks, smiling mischievously.

Yoongi narrows his eyes.

“Not a single person has caught your attention?”

When faced with the question, his mind goes to you first. You were different, intriguing. He didn’t want to admit to it, but you had caught his attention.

“Someone has!” she claps, “I can see by the look on your face. You’re thinking about them right now!”

Yoongi clears his throat and tries to change the subject but she doesn’t let him.

“When you’ve been around for seventy years you learn a thing or two.” She continues, “You can’t waste your life on your own, Yoongi. We weren’t put on this planet to be lonely souls.”

“I’m the guardian here, but why does it feel like you’re the one looking after me?” He asks, cocking a brow.

She says nothing, merely smiling to herself.

They watch one more old-fashioned game show together and finally, Yoongi leaves. Feeling thirsty, he decides to head to one of the local coffee shops. He always enjoyed their Americanos. It was a routine, to visit his assignment and then stop by the coffee shop for an Americano.

He opens the café door and the bell jingles.

“Welcome!” a somewhat familiar voice calls out. He doesn’t pay much attention, instead making a bee line to his regular spot. He takes a seat and rifles through a collection of newspapers and magazines on the rack next to him.

You stand there, stunned. Min Yoongi had just walked in to the café you were temping at.

You grab a menu and place it on the table in front of him.

“Hi.”

He looks up. You, again?! Why was it that everywhere he went, you were somehow there?

“What are you doing here?” He says, looking you up and down. He answers his own question, eyeing the brown apron, your hair that you had pulled into a messy bun on top of your head and stray chocolate dusting on your sleeves.

“Oh, I work here, temporarily.”

“Ah, if that’s the case… An Americano please.” He says, cooly.

You’re a little thrown. You had expected Yoongi to say something more to you than just request an Americano. You nod, heading back behind the counter. After all, you hadn’t seen him for a week and a half.

Once his order is ready, you take it to his table and place it down. He nods, saying nothing, instead flipping the pages of the newspaper. You notice he’s reading the obituaries.

You hover around him, wondering if you should thank him again for the information he gave you a week and a half ago. You go to open your mouth to do so but think better of it, instead tucking the tray under your armpit as you head over a nearby table to clear it and wipe it down.

Yoongi glances at you. Little wisps of your hair flutter around your face as you move. He smiles to himself and shuffles the newspapers, sipping on his Americano. Once he’s done he pays at the counter while you’re taking someone else order and he slips out of the cafe, back out into the cold winter air.

He looks up, breathing out steam. Should I stay and talk to her? Yoongi thinks a little bit more about what Mrs Song had said. Someone special? Her? He takes one more look behind him and leaves.

//

It’s almost evening and your shift has just finished. You take a look at your watch. 6pm. The bus should be arriving any minute.

You stand on your tiptoes and peek over the people standing among you. You pull your fluffy brown scarf tighter around your neck and use it to cover the bottom half of your face. It was getting really cold now and some ice had already started to form on the roads after some rain.

You begin to wonder what Yoongi had been up to all this time. He certainly didn’t seem keen to talk to you today. You scoff. He could have at least asked me what I was doing with the information he gave me. Or maybe even a smile? Didn’t he have manners?

You had submerged yourself into work and only until today after seeing him did your mind begin to go into overdrive. This just made you more and more annoyed. If I didn’t see him, then I wouldn’t have thought about him. I swear the next time I see him I am going to give him a piece of my mind. I’m going to teach him some manners and then -

Yoongi suddenly appears in front of you. He’s glaring at you, annoyance plastered all over his face. You jump backwards and let out a yell, almost slipping on the ice at the bus stop. Yoongi extends his arm and stops you from falling. He pulls you back and settles you easily.

No one else has noticed him there. You receive some weird looks and you look from him to the people around you, amazed. Why were you the only one receiving weird looks?! You stare at Yoongi, eyes wide. He’s wearing rollers and aluminium foil in his hair. A small towel is draped across his shoulders, fastened at the front of his neck with a hair clip. He looks pissed off.

“What now? I was getting my hair done.”

You bring a hand up and point at his hair.

He rolls his eyes. “Yes?”

“What are you doing to your hair?”

“Touching up my roots. Well I was, until you summoned me here.”

“I - I didn’t summon you!” Roots?

The lady next to you shuffles away. You glance at her and lower your voice, pulling your scarf further up to cover more of your face.

Yoongi watches, somewhat amused. Your nose is peaking out above your scarf, slightly pink in the cold and your cheeks are flushed. You remind him of an eskimo, the way you’ve bundled your clothes up around you. It wasn’t even the middle of winter yet, when it was the coldest. He was curious to see how you’d dress then, maybe you’d carry around a mini heater with you. You seemed like the type.

“Am I the only one who can see you? Again?”

“Yes. Now what do you want?”

Was this because I was thinking about him? You look at Yoongi, unsure what to say. At that point your stomach chooses the perfect opportunity to grumble and instinctively you place your hand over it.

Yoongi frowns at you and looks down at your stomach and then back at you. If he didn’t have hair dye in his hair he would have offered to take you for dinner to get to know you more. He clears his throat.

“If that was it, I’ll get going now.” He says gruffly and within a blink he’s gone.

You’re left standing at the bus stop, your mouth open.

//

Yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night, rubbing his eyes. He had been dreaming of when he had first met the Custodian. It was by far his least favourite dream and he hadn’t dreamt it for a long, long time. It was winter then, too.

He feels something heavy on his stomach and reaches out to grab it, his eyes not fully open from sleep. He grabs at it carelessly and squeezes. He opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. Weird, this didn't seem familiar. He tilts his head up, confused. Is this a leg?

He looks to his right and sees you, sleeping next to him. You had rolled over, kicking one leg over the body next to you, arm on his chest, unaware the body belonged to Yoongi. You scratch your nose lightly with your finger, still asleep. It takes a second for Yoongi to realise you’re laying next to him in bed, practically spooning.

Startled, he grabs your leg and arm and pushes them off him.

You jolt awake and your eyes meet. You let out a yell and move back, kicking your leg away from him, pushing yourself away from his body in the bed and you smack your head on the wall, quickly letting out a yell at the sudden impact. Your kicks at Yoongi had made him lose his balance and he falls off the bed and lands on the floor. He lets out a yell, rubbing his left butt cheek.

“What are you doing in my bed?!”

“I don’t know!”

“So you’re a pervert too now huh?”

“Your leg was on me!”

“How did you manage to teleport yourself underneath me then?!”

“How did I - I didn’t do it you must have rolled on top of me!”

He sits there, legs sprawled apart on the floor, leaning back on the palm of his hands.

“Were you summoning me again?!”

“I didn’t summon you!”

“Then how did I get here then? Were you dreaming of me?!”

“Get over yourself!” you yell, throwing a pillow at him. It hits him square in the face and bounces onto the floor. He picks it up and throws it back at you and it hits you in face, ruffling up your already messy hair.

“How long were you in my bed?!”

“I have about as much understanding about all this as you do.”

You both sit there, stunned and in silence. This had never happened to Yoongi before.

Finally, you clear your throat.

“Your hair looks good.” You say.

“Thanks.” You swear you can see the corners of his mouth break into a small smile.

You get up, off the bed and he stands up too, dusting himself off. You watch as he rubs his butt.

You start to laugh at him. He wasn’t as tough as he thought.

Yoongi narrows his eyes. “Are you laughing at me?”

You try again to stifle a giggle but fail.

“Seriously, it hurts!”

“What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?!”

Yoongi pulls a face and you exit your bedroom, going out into the kitchen. You place your hands on your cheeks and take a breath. You were getting flustered. Now that the initial shock was over, you realised that you were probably laying like that, together for hours. Your eyes go to his body, he’s wearing a thin white tee shirt and black baggy sweat pants.

He follows you out and sits at the dining room table, unaware that you had been perving on him.

“Well. We may as well get to know each other.” he says, tapping the table.

You nod, pulling open the kitchen cupboard.

"Tea?”

“Sure.”

You put the kettle on boil and begin to move around the kitchen, collecting cups. Do I have cookies? Should I put some out? Does he even like cookies?

You decide to grab some anyway and place a few on a small plate. He stands up and helps you, collecting the cups from the bench before you can go back. You’re taken aback by the action. He could be nice. Maybe you just didn’t know him well enough.

“So.” You say, wrapping your fingers around the cup as you take a seat.

“What’s your number?”

My number? Your jaw drops. Almost as if reading your thoughts, he continues on “So I can stop showing up, you can just call me when you need me.”

He examines your expression on your face and you aptly close your mouth.

“It seems like you’re unconsciously summoning me and it’s causing me to teleport to you randomly.”

He hands his phone to you and you accept it, entering your details in. Before you can save your name he takes it from you, typing something in on his own. Yoongi then proceeds to ring your phone and you hear it go off in the bedroom.

“So. Mr Min Guardian, what other powers do you have apart from teleportation?” you say, sipping your tea.

Yoongi takes a cookie between two of his fingers and dips it in his tea then quickly takes a bite.

“I’d prefer if you called me Yoongi.”

“How does Min Oppa sound?”

He stops mid chew and starts choking on the cookie.

“I’ll take that as an ‘it sounds great, you must always call me that!’”

He gulps down tea. “Hey don’t do that. Don’t call me Min Oppa.”

“It’s better than pervert.”

Yoongi quickly lifts his cup up to his lips to hide his smile. She has a point.

“I have a few other powers. I don’t get sick, don’t really feel the cold or the heat.  I suppose that’s more of a perk than a power.” He stops and thinks. “I can wave my hand and make things move, I can make myself invisible...”

“So what exactly do you do?”

“Support, guide, protect. Didn’t you Google this?”

You had but you wanted to hear it from him.

“How did you become a guardian?” You ask.

He touches the rim of the cup and picks up the tea bag, dunking it in and out. “I feel like I’m being interviewed.”

You raise your eyebrows and encourage him on.

“I was on the brink of dying when I was younger. The Custodian, the one in charge of the Guardians at the Angel Academy where I work, gave me a second chance at life.”

Your eyes are wide, trying to take it all in. You wish you had your laptop with you to write it all down. Angel Academy? Is that like a school for Guardians?

He notices you’re no longer paying attention and clears his throat. “The Academy is pretty much a consulting company, we get clients or assignments and we train there too before becoming ‘accredited’. So to speak.” he continues. “Like I was saying, I was dead for a few minutes, then walked through a door. Took a ticket and sat down. I was interviewed and given the opportunity to work as a guardian. I guess I took it.” Yoongi shrugs.

“Do you enjoy it?”

Yoongi stops playing with the tea bag and looks at you. No one has really asked me that before.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Not the most inspiring answer.

“So why have you been assigned to me?”

He rests his hand on the table and lets go of the string of the tea bag. “I don’t know. I thought my work with you was done but apparently not.”

“You mean when you saved me from getting hit by a car?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you know when your mission is complete?” You didn’t mean to ask so many questions but this was the most you had spoken since you met.

“Assignment.” He corrects you. “I’ll know. The administrative answer is that a report will generate and I’ll be able to complete it and log it.”

He glances at your wall clock.

“You should probably get to sleep. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

Yoongi gets up, takes your tea cup from you and puts them in the sink. You watch him, stunned as he moves around your kitchen and washes them up and places them on the dish rack.

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s fine. Consider it thanks for the tea and the bed.”

You can feel yourself going red. You’d never had a man in your bed before.

He smirks to himself. “I’ll be leaving now.” He hangs the tea towel back on the door of the oven. You watch as he disappears in the blink of an eye.

//

You take a seat, absolutely exhausted. You lift your legs up off the floor. They were killing you. Thank goodness you only had two more days of this left.

The barista calls out to you, breaking through your temporary rest.

“The coffees are ready for delivery!”

“Yep!” You call back, reluctantly getting up off the seat. The delivery person was running late and you had offered to take them to the offices around the corner. Why did I volunteer? You think to yourself. You pull on your coat and wrap your scarf around you, pulling on your pompom beanie.

You take the carry tray of coffees in your hands and head out the door, looking at your hand, where you had scribbled the address. You head out and turn the corner, almost bumping into someone. You apologise, pulling the coffees closer to you.

Is that the a six or a zero? You think to yourself, squinting. You couldn't make it out. The ink had smudged on your hand. You guess zero and head there, going up the elevators to the office. Unfortunately it was the wrong one. You head back down and make your way to the right offices. At this rate, you were later than the delivery man.

You almost trip twice but manage to steady yourself. I need to buy new shoes. You think. These have no grip. You spot the office number and breathe a sigh of relief. You successfully deliver the coffees and head back out, stretching your arms up above you. Your shift finished in ten minutes.

You head back to work, collect your bag and bid farewell.

You hear your phone go off and you pull it out.

“I’m craving tteokbokki and dumplings.” Your friend whines.

“I’ll get the food. What drama are we watching tonight?” You ask into the phone.

“Hm, K2? You know I’m a sucker for Ji Chang Wook.”

You laugh, walking to the nearest restaurant. “I have something to tell you, you won’t believe it.” You say into the phone as you pull your bag back up over your shoulder.

“Okay, save it for when we have food.”

You laugh and hang up, entering the restaurant and order a serving of tteokbokki, dumplings and bibimbap to go. Once your order is ready, you take it from the counter and head back out to the bus stop. Wait. Did they remember the tteokbokki? You couldn’t decide between bibimbap or fish cakes and somewhere along the way you had confused the poor girl taking your order.

You begin to rifle through the bags, not looking where you’re going. Your hands close around a container. You pull it out of the bag and lift it up. It’s tteokbokki. You breathe a sigh of relief. You wouldn’t want to have to be subject to your friend’s wrath if she found out you forgot one of the things she was craving for dinner. You had been there too many times.

You’re too busy looking inside the bags and getting lost in your thoughts that you don’t watch where you’re going. You almost fall over again. A hand reaches out to you and grabs your arm, stopping you from hitting the ground.

“Why are you such a klutz?”

You look up. Yoongi. He’s wearing a navy blue coat today, a black turtleneck and glasses.

“Thanks.” you say, flustered. He looked really good today.

His eyes go to the tteokbokki container in your hands. “Be a little more responsible, you could have slipped and hurt yourself badly.” He says, letting go of your arm.

Your heart thumps hard in your chest.

His internal alarm had gone off again. He was on the way to meet Hoseok for dinner himself, when he had a vision of you falling over onto the sidewalk and decided to stop it from happening just in time.

“Hm.” he says, pulling out his phone. He edits your contact card and turns his phone around to show you.

You squint your eyes to see.

“Rice cake!?”

“Your new name.”

You’re busy trying to think of something witty to come back with but suddenly Yoongi’s expression changes.

“I have to go” and he disappears.

Yoongi transports himself to Mrs Song’s home. As soon as he’s there he knows. He sees her on the floor in her kitchen. He hurries over and grabs a hold of her hand. It was her time.

You stand there, alone on the sidewalk. Did he just call me rice cake?

To be continued

[greenonthursdays]

Script Treatment: AT BLAKE'S

(an authorized sequel to EM ONE by @captain-aralias)

(under the aegis of Blake’s Junction 7)

SCENE: Six months after the non-events of the film. EXTERIOR, DAY.

Avon loses track of and finds Blake’s card several times before Vila finds it for him.

(“What’s this, then?” “…hrm…? No, wait, give that here, it’s personal!” “If it’s personal, why’d you leave it on the dashboard?”

To which Avon has no good answer.)

Sooner than later they are en route to Blake’s last known address.

(DIRECTOR’S NOTE: There is a large apartment complex near me where all tenants have to pay what’s called a public safety surcharge on their rent. Basically, the city noticed that a single address constituted a wildly disproportionate number of police and emergency dispatches, and decided its residents should foot the bill for their own delinquency. There’s also a couple of cruddy motels whose owners pay a property tax surcharge for the same reason. I don’t know if this situation could exist in Britain, or if there’s anything comparable. Nevertheless this is the approximate level of seediness you should imagine, going forward.)

Avon purposely neglects to call ahead in hopes they’ll find Blake is out, or better still, moved away. This is not the case.

Gan doesn’t come up with the others because he’s lying down in the caravan with a migraine. Cally would actually prefer a migraine over the prospect of watching Avon and Blake dart their eyes around and mumble at each other for an hour. Of course it was Vila who convinced Avon they should come, and if he’s made a worse decision recently he can’t remember it. The only one who isn’t wildly uncomfortable is Dayna, who’s preparing herself to be wildly bored.

Blake plays that he is delighted to see them while wondering if he is, really. After about a minute he will realize he is not. Unfortunately it is far too late.

Blake’s flatmate Deva absolutely will not take the hint to make himself scarce and hangs around the kitchenette doing nothing in particular. Avon can’t tell whether Deva and Blake are just mates or, you know, “special friends.” Deva seems rather camp, but you never know. Also Avon can’t figure out whether he’s jealous.

Jenna goes to light a cigarette for her nerves and is informed this is strictly prohibited. There are all sorts of smoke detectors, and the system is wired directly to the local fire station. If anything goes off anywhere they’re sure to send a crew.

Blake offers to put the kettle on. No comment except from Avon: “I think. I think that would be nice.” Then there’s the matter of washing up enough cups for everyone, and then he finds the tea canister has been put back in the cupboard empty. He turns off the burner. The kettle hisses to itself as though it alone truly understands what it means to be happy.

There is a police siren in the distance. It gets closer. It is directly outside the building.

“Not to worry,” Blake says, “the cops come, they go, it’s usually nothing.”

Dayna rushes to the window, Cally not far behind. “There’s more of them coming,” she says. “Three, four cars.”

“I think it’s the firearms unit!” Cally says. They share a significant look.

Vila has an unpleasant thought. “Avon,” he says, “you don’t suppose…this…is on account of us, do you?”

“Of course not,” Avon says. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I only meant,” Vila says, “that Blake, well, you were always keen on us being terrorists and. Well. Maybe someone noticed.”

“Blake,” Deva says, “you never mentioned that you were a terrorist.” He doesn’t sound concerned or even terribly interested.

“Oh,” Blake says. “That. Haven’t in ages, actually. How about you, though?” he says to Avon. “Been keeping your hand in?”

“At what,” Avon says blankly.

“Being a terrorist!” Blake says. He looks rather cheerful for the first time all afternoon.

“I think the girls do,” Avon says. He isn’t sure whether this is a lie. Jenna is looking pointedly at nothing.

Heavy footfalls of an unknown number of police in the stairwell, then in the corridor. Deva looks out the peephole. “They’re all grouped round the door of 508,” he says.

“But that’s Mr. Yousef,” Blake says, “whatever could they want with him?”

“No, he’s 510,” Deva says. “508 is the blonde girl with the manicure that could slit your throat.”

Outside, the police announce that the occupant(s) of 508 should open the door and stand back with their hands on their heads. No answer. Then they state that if the door isn’t opened immediately they will break it down. Then they begin doing so.

Deva has his eye glued to the peephole; Dayna and Cally are on the balcony watching the scene below. Everyone else sits frozen, stewing in a unique blend of social anxiety, secondhand shame, and existential dread.

More thumps from the corridor. “If it isn’t just,” Blake says lamely, “if it isn’t just like what we used to get up to.” Then he doesn’t say anything else.

Vila thinks wistfully of the flask that’s in one of his pockets, probably. The thing is it’s only half-full, and if he brought it out now he’d be obliged to share.

Avon is supposed to be quitting smoking as of last week, which means he’s been bumming cigarettes off Jenna as often as she’ll allow. Pretty soon they’re passing one back and forth, not looking at each other. Avon is definitely, particularly, not looking at Blake.

No one notices the smoke detector beeping at first because of all the noise from the corridor. Deva removes his eye from the peephole to point out that the the building-wide alarm will be going off in a moment and they had better get started evacuating. Considering the alarm will have originated from this flat it’s the least they can do.

“Yes,” Blake says, “be a good-faith gesture, wouldn’t it?”

Dayna and Cally tear themselves away from the balcony. Everyone files cautiously into the corridor. The door of 508 is askew on its hinges and the police inside look simultaneously agitated and depressed.

Vila slipped out first and gets as far as the third-floor landing before the building-wide alarm goes off. He pauses to hunt for his flask. It’s in the last pocket he checks, and full of pineapple juice for some reason.

Outside, Gan is remonstrating with a tow truck driver who is leisurely winching the station wagon up onto the platform.

“I keep telling you,” he says, “you can’t tow a vehicle when someone’s inside it, it’s not permitted.”

“Well, you weren’t inside it when I got there,” the man says without rancor.

“I had been, though,” Gan says. “I’d only just stepped out. For air. I suffer from migraine.”

“Sorry to hear that,” the man says, adjusting the hitch on the caravan.

“Look, you’re not taking the caravan as well, are you?” Gan is beginning to get really upset.

The others watch blankly. “Avon,” Vila says, “he can’t do that, can he?”

They are standing directly beneath a sign marked GP ESTATES RESIDENT PARKING ONLY. ALL OTHERS WILL BE TOWED. Avon sighs deeply. Jenna lights a cigarette and hands it to him.

“I’m sorry about all this, Avon,” Blake says. “Should’ve mentioned about the parking situation. I suppose I thought you must have taken the bus.”

“Why would we have taken the bus,” Avon says rhetorically, without inflection.

Vila is speaking earnestly to the tow truck driver. “I don’t suppose you could leave the caravan? It’s where I keep all my things.”

“Can’t,” the man says. “They’re attached, aren’t they? Besides, the caravan’s not going anywhere without being towed anyhow.”

“Oh,” Vila says. “That’s very true.” He takes out the flask again.

“Let me have some of that,” Cally says.

“It’s pineapple juice,” Vila says.

“We don’t care,” Dayna says.

They stand apart, passing the flask between them. Gan makes a last attempt to enter the caravan, which is by now at an angle on the tow truck’s platform, only to be rebuffed by the driver. He joins them in a huff. Dayna offers him the flask.

Gan smells it. “This is pineapple juice,” he says.

“Well, don’t drink it then,” Dayna says.

It begins to rain lightly. Deva has gone inside.  "We should have brought Orac in with us,“ Jenna says. "He’ll be terribly bored all alone, wherever they’re taking him.”

“I think he’ll manage,” Avon says.

“How is Orac?” Blake asks.

“The same,” Avon says.

“Oh,” Blake says.

The tow truck drives away. Blake begins to say something about coming up to make some phone calls, but thinks better of it. Jenna is checking her purse for a bus schedule.

“I don’t suppose you have a car,” Avon says. Blake shakes his head. “I think,” Avon says, “I think we should be going now.” To the others: “Come on, let’s get moving!”

“Is that it, then?” Blake says.

“It’s the end, Blake,” Avon says heavily.

A motorbike engine revs loudly somewhere nearby, startling everyone. “The next bus is in 12 minutes,” Jenna says. She heads toward the street and the others follow.

“Goodbye,” Blake calls after them. “Goodbye, Avon!”

“Goodbye, Blake,” Avon says without turning around. He isn’t sure if Blake can hear him. It doesn’t matter anyway.

ROLL CREDITS.

(But stay tuned for: DVD EXTRAS!

(DELETED SCENE 1: Featuring Soolin as the blonde in 508 who is being extremely cagey about why the police might want to speak with her. She takes hardly a moment to survey the damage before beginning to pack a bag while talking briskly on the phone in Korean. Neither Blake nor Deva will see her again.

(DELETED SCENE 2: Featuring Tarrant as the young man who has been polishing an already very shiny motorbike next to the drained swimming pool. Gan suspects him of having called the towing service out of spite. This is incorrect, but sometimes it’s nice to have a face to blame.

(DIRECTOR’S NOTE: Anticlimax is one of my favorite narrative devices, so naturally I loved Blake’s Junction 7. It’s a parody that has maybe 3.5 outright jokes, all of which are underplayed into nonexistence. The utter banality of every interaction is, for me, the film’s greatest appeal.

(After reading EM ONE, I started wondering what the series finale would be like as refracted through the Blake’s Junction 7 universe. What kind of catastrophe can you orchestrate when your prime directive is that nothing of any importance can be allowed to happen to anyone? I’m personally squeamish about social humilation/embarrassment scenarios, but I take an unholy delight in inflicting them on characters.

(I don’t expect I’ll post this anywhere else. I wrote it in about a day and a half, not looking back, and keeping the narrative as spare as possible. It feels, to me, more like a detailed treatment for something I haven’t yet developed than a full-blown story. I did make myself laugh, though. I hope you do too.

(The police-raid-next-door thing actually happened to me. Except it was two cops instead of many, and turned out to be a case of deliberate false reporting. It was still extremely awkward, though.)

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Competitive Camping and Fried Chicken: A Cross-Country Road Trip Money Diary

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Competitive Camping and Fried Chicken: A Cross-Country Road Trip Money Diary

In this edition of MR Money Diaries, Annabel, a 29-year-old who’s on a road trip amid a life transition, documents her expenses for seven days.

I’m in the midst of starting a new life chapter. My husband, our cat and I are moving from San Francisco, where we’ve lived for the past seven or so years, to New York. The move was decided last fall when we realized we could no longer bear the questions from our families about when we were going move back (we’re both from the East Coast). Luckily, we had both hit a good place in our respective work lives to move on to the next project or whatever, so we decided that would be our last lease renewal.

We decided we didn’t want to just get on an airplane and show up in Manhattan. Instead, we’re currently taking a month to drive through the West, Canada, and New England, mostly camping with a few stops to stay with friends and in Airbnbs along the way. Noah, my husband, built out the back of our 2001 Honda CRV with a platform for a bed and lots of storage space. We do a good amount of camping in our regular lives, so we already had a lot of the “gear” required. Don’t worry; I flew our cat, Baby Angel, back to my mom’s house in Jersey. We’re not extreme enough to try to bring her on hikes.

I’m 29 and have been working in tech for the last three years. Noah is a woodworker and runs a skateboard magazine called Skate Jawn. God, we sound like two hipsters who have a million-dollar budget on House Hunters, but that’s not the case. Money is indeed a worry. I don’t have a job set up for when I get to New York, so watching my cash flow is a high priority. Noah and I also did a good amount of saving for the overall move. We are aiming to only spend the savings from two rainy day funds throughout this trip:

1. We began saving and rolling our loose change when we first got to San Francisco. Seven years later, we ended up with a little over $1,200.

2. At one of my restaurant gigs, I got some great advice from another server: Save every one dollar bill you ever get. If you get ones in your tip outs, save ‘em. If you break a five and get ones back, save ‘em. I didn’t 100% honor this, but after about nine months, I ended up with $1,000 stashed away. The little things, ya know?

Okay, enough with my Suze Orman impression; let’s get down to business. Here’s what I spent over the course of one week of our road-tripping.

Our seventh day on the road: Jackson Hole, Wyoming → Yellowstone National Park

Woke up to watch the sunrise on the Tetons with my buddy Jill, who’s been hosting us for the past two nights. We had to get up so early that the coffee shop in town wasn’t even open yet, so we tailgated and made coffee using our camping stuff while that big ole sun came up.The three of us got back to Jill’s house by 8 a.m. and pretended we were going to make breakfast and go for a hike, but really we all fell back asleep until 10:30 (come on, it’s Sunday).

Noah and I said our farewells and hit the road around noon. We spent half an hour in the parking lot of a gas station deciding if we should go west into Idaho to go on a waterfall/hot spring/campsite adventure (did I mention we’re trying to go to as many natural hot springs as possible?) or go straight to Yellowstone. Decided it was risky to go to the hot spring since it’s early in the season and it might be muddy or cold from the snow melt and headed for the Yellowstone west entrance instead.

It was kind of hectic when we got to the campsite. It’s first come, first served, and there were only a few spots. Four other campers pulled up as soon as we got there and jumped on claiming a spot before we could figure out what to do. It worked out in the end — we got a site, but there was a lot of pressure coming from adults trying to sleep outside for a minute.

Felt good about the amount we spent today. We prepped a bunch of food at Jill’s house the night before, so we were able to eat that instead of buying any meals.

Our eighth day on the road: Yellowstone National Park

We woke up and immediately reserved our site again after what we saw go down last night. One fun/gross thing about this campsite is there are elk and bison wandering through it almost all the time. It’s pretty cool, but there are huge mounds of scat (a.k.a. poop) everywhere. Neither of us stepped in any, but I wanted everyone to know the facts.

We’re pretty much sleeping on a wooden plank with two inches of padding on it, so I did a little fake yoga (stretching on a yoga mat) while Noah made coffee and breakfast, which was breakfast burritos we made back in Jill’s kitchen our last night there.

After we cleaned up breakfast, we turned our car from a bed on wheels back into a driving machine and headed into town. I stopped at the post office to pick up stamps. I’m trying to be good about getting and writing postcards everywhere we stop. It’s been nice to reflect on what we’re up to and to let the people I love know I’m thinking about them since cell phone service is generally limited most places we’re going.

We drove around to all the hot springs and geysers today. It’s pretty early in the season, so almost all of the trails are still closed from snowfall. There are these built-up walkways going through crazy fields of geysers and hot springs. The colors were nutty, and it kind of felt like we weren’t on earth anymore … but then a huge tour bus would unload and we’d be reminded where we were. We did see Old Faithful and got super touristy at the gift shop. Then we both started getting cranky, so I got us coffee and yerba mate to help us from turning on each other.

Ended the day with a rainbow over the lake and tons of sweet, tiny baby bison with their mamas near our camp. Came home with just enough sunlight to cook dinner (quinoa with veggies and beans) and play a rematch of gin rummy, which I lost sorely. I also wrote a couple postcards.

Our ninth day on the road: Yellowstone → Montana

We woke up and did the usual cook-breakfast-and-break-down-camp thing. Camping takes a lot of work. There isn’t really that much time to sit around and chill because we’re alway cooking or cleaning something. Sort of missing city life where I can go out and get a slice of pizza and not worry about having enough sunlight to finish up before the bears come. Just kidding about the bears (but not really).

Leaving Yellowstone today. We took one last walk around some very pretty and very stinky hot springs.

Made it to Montana! Hung out with our friend who makes pretty jewelry filled with the ashes of people’s dead pets. He took us out for some really good fried chicken, which felt fitting since we’ve been eating pretty lean the past couple of days. Went to the hardware store to get some stuff for reinforcing our bed in the car.

We took a drive to watch the sunset over some mountains. I’m sad to say that I’m getting a little numb to all this nature and beauty. I’m sure I’ll miss it once we get back to a city, though.

Our tenth day on the road: Montana

This was a big day for prep. We’re planning to be off the grid camping for the next week or so, meaning we need to have enough food ready to go. To make things easier, we like to pre-cook a few things and pre-chop as many veggies as we’ll use because chopping veggies outside can be a bummer.

Went to the little grocery store within walking distance from our friend’s house to get a couple things to make breakfast with. Then spent a few hours re-sewing the curtains we hang in the car for privacy while we’re sleeping. Noah took the opportunity to re-pack the car for the fourth time! It’s really getting more efficient, but he’s completely obsessed with everything having a place in the car. We then went to town to get more groceries at a bigger grocery store with more options for our next camp . Then back to prep mode.

Finally, we went out to dinner in town. Probably spent a little too much, but we wanted to say thanks to our friend for putting us up and showing us around town.

Our eleventh day on the road: Missoula and Flathead Lake, Montana

Very chill day, money-wise. We woke up and made breakfast and then hit the road to head north. Stopped in Missoula to do laundry at a laundromat and use Wi-Fi for planning, then kept heading north to a free campground near Flathead Lake. It was a really pretty drive; the area around Flathead is a microclimate where they can grow great cherries. It was too early in the season for us to actually try the cherries, but all the orchards were blossoming — very pretty stuff.

It was rainy when we got to the campsite. We caught a break in the rain to cook dinner and play some cards and then passed out. The rain sounded nice on the roof of the car.

Our twelfth day on the road: Lussier Hot Springs, Canada

Woke up from a rainy night camping by the lake and made a quick breakfast, then got outta there. We’re heading for Canada today! We stopped in the town near Flathead Lake to hit Safeway for some orange juice and kombucha because we felt like treating ourselves.

We made it over the border in no time, which I was worried about just because we have so much stuff with us. Not that there’s anything bad news in there — it would just take forever for them to search it all.

When we got to the hot spring, we met some friendly folks who had lots of tips about what to do in the parks. Eventually we found a nice campground near the hot spring, split a bottle of wine cause apparently it’s Friday and watched an epic sunset over the nearby lake.

Our thirteenth on the road: Banff!

Woke up a little later than we hoped. We were going to get a sunrise soak in the hot spring, but kinda overslept. Thanks Friday wine. We did eventually wake up and make it to the hot spring, though. Got a quick soak with a badass older couple who were chilling up to their chests in this very steamy water. Made coffee, breakfast and then lunch roadside, so we saved some money there.

It turned into a pretty expensive day once we got into Banff. We found a visitor’s center to get on Wi-Fi and figure out camping/activities, and I immediately needed greasy food for some reason. I was craving pizza and a beer, but this is Canada after all, so I got some poutine and Chardonnay. Not sure if that’s the Canadian equivalent, but I dug it.

Thanks to some tips we got from those hot spring friends we made yesterday, we shot to camp in the town next to Banff because the town itself is crazy expense. We found a nice little campground in Canmore. They didn’t have potable water available, so Noah went to the gas station down the road where apparently Dasani is doing a promotion and only selling water in six-packs of plastic bottles instead of one big jug … hi, we have too much plastic in the ocean, how is this a promotion? We got them anyway, so there’s that.

Went to bed early because we’re planning on a little kayak trip tomorrow.

I feel okay about the amount of money we spent. I think we were hoping to find more free camping along the way and not have that extra expense. For two people who are technically on vacation, this feels like a pretty low number. To be honest, we were already keeping track of our spending when Amelia asked me to get this going. It was nice to include some journaling on top of the tracking we had going. Cooking for ourselves has been a big change from our life in San Francisco. We definitely do a lot of cooking at home, but going out for drinks or dinner with friends is real life and it adds up. I’m hoping to be mindful of that when we get to New York. Hey, maybe I’ll keep this money diary train rolling, who knows?

Big takeaways and accomplishments are:

Got Noah into 2 Dope Queens.

Being in nature makes me happy, so I need to find ways to get into it when we live in New York. Ugh, what am I going to do during winter?

Going to bed without the TV on really improves my sleep.

Photo by Edith Young; Art direction by Emily Zirimis.