#gonna go pass out now see you in less than 24 hours

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— I'm never babysittin' again!

Thanks to the anon who requested this one, I've been working on this since I got in and fun fact, I've had no sleep whatsoever, so definitely gonna regret that at work later...

Anyways, I am working through other requests and stuff. If anyone has anymore, let me know. Always willing to write stuff within reason.

Also, massive thanks to @alotofpockets who helped me come up with some of the idea's to add in.

pairings: kim little x reader, leah williamson x reader, arsenal wfc x reader

summary: readers' a menance on the trip to melbourne along with her partner in crime, kyra, and poor kimmy's almost having a nervous breakdown over it, so she has to call in reinforcements back home in london.

"I'm bored," You let out an exagerated sigh and kicked your legs back and forth as you had been forced to sit on one of the seats in the secluded lounge area as you had to wait for your flight to board.

You were partaking in a friendly game in Melbourne with the rest of your Arsenal team mates against an A-League team, you had been so excited about this ever since you found out that you'd made the squad.

"How much longer?" You can't help but be bored, being forced to sit in an airport certainly wasn't your idea of fun, neither was being stuck under the watchful eye of your Captain either.

You swear that the club, and Leah in particular, had planned this on purpose.

It's like they knew already, somehow.

You wouldn't call yourself a troublemaker, persay, buts' what fun is life without causing a little mischeif, sometimes?

Apparently, the rest of the older girls' didn't have the same thoughts about it.

At least you had Kyra on your side to involve her in the chaos, the girl was a bit older than you but she was your partner in crime, you two always fun causing mischief together.

"It won't be too much longer, Y/N. Just be patient," Kim, your captain and unoffical babysitter for the trip, tries to reassure you, but never the less, you just feel further restless.

In your defence, you can't help the boundless energy you have inside of you, its' like your body feels like lightening bolts are itching to strike and you just want to be up and racing about.

The confides of the hard plastic seat make it difficult to do that though.

"But I'm bored, Kim," You repeat in a whiny tone of voice, throwing your head back in frustration. "Nobodys' letting me have fun around here!"

"There's a difference between fun and trouble kid," Steph, another one of your team mates, chimes in, amused by your antics.

"It won't be too much longer now, Y/N. I'm sure you can wait just that little bit longer," Kim states, although her patience is wearing thin.

It hadn't even been 24 hours yet, and the Scottish women was already on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

"Are you excited to be going to Melbourne, kid?" Steph wonders, trying to keep your mind occupied for the time being, already being able to see how fidgty you have become, "It's a cool place, you're gonna love it!" She adds.

"Uh huh. I'm excited-- Oh wait, I still need sweets for the light!" You suddenly realise, attempting to make a break for it when you can.

Kim shakes her head in disagreement, "Its' too late now, Y/N. We're going to boarding the flight soon," She interjects, trying to reign you in.

"Yeah, and you definitely don't need anymore sugar because you're already hyper enogugh," Steph adds in, which you respond to her with a pout.

"Aw, man. Leah would let me if she was here," You try and protest, however, your words are very much incorrect and of course the rest of the girls aren't stupid enough to believe that either.

You know that Leah, if she was here, would most definitely not allow you to have sugar at all.

In fact, she'd purposely try and make ham sandwiches in an attempt to steer you from even going in the direction of the shop.

"No she wouldn't," Katie, one of the older girls on the team comments as she passes by.

"Yeah, we all know what you're like without sugar. You don't need any of it,Titch," Caitlin, one of the Aussie girls on your team, adds in.

You huff in further protest, your bordem is slowly persisting and it feels like you've been waiting for the flight to board for ages.

Desperately trying to find something to occupy your time, your eyes gaze upon the several dogs' lined up near the barriers to get through security.

"Bingo," You think to yourself as your eyes' light up in delight, wasting no time to jump up from your seat and dart in the direction of the dogs.

All you want to do is pet them. They look adorable in your opinion.

Before anyone could even stop you, you'd already successfully made it halfway across the terminal in the direction, however, the annoucement of the flight to boarding to Melbourne had gotten Kims' attention now.

"Right, our flights been called. See Y/N? I told you it wouldn't be that long," Kim spoke aloud, not realising that you'd somehow managed to wander off in the time that she'd turned round to speak to Steph, "Where's Y/N gone?!" She questions, her eyes widen in panic when she doesn't see you in her eyesight.

"Look's like she went to pet the dogs," Kyra snickers, amused with your antics, and although she should try and stop you, she wanted to see how far you would succeed with your little adventure.

"She wants to make friends with them," Teyah joins in, just as amused as she watches the scene unfold.

"And neither of you tried to stop her? You know what she's like!" Kim shakes her head in disbelief and her eyes' almost buldge out of her sockets when she spots you nearing the dogs, "Oh, God-- Y/F/N!"

"You might wanna grab her before she gets' her arm ripped off, Kim," Katie jokes, watching in amusement.

"Unbelieveable," Kim mutters to herself as she races' quicker than ever in the direction of you.

Unfortunately before you'd made it nearer to the dogs, you feel a firm grip on your upper bicep that's starting to tug you back forcefully.

You spin round and are met with your Captains' stern face, "Kim!" You whine in protest while trying to wriggle free from her grasp.

"What an earth are you doing, Y/N? You can't pet the dogs!" Kim scolds you, remaining to still have your hand on you tightly to not allow you to run off again. "Come on, we need to board the flight," She adds, sternly.

"But the dogs though. They're adorable!" You pout in further protest, not happy about being pulled away before you even had chance to pet them.

"Mhm, as adorable as they look, they're patrol dogs and they have a job to do here," Kim remarks sarcastically, dragging you back in the direction of your team mates so you can board the flight.

"Maybe you need to invest in a leash for her," Alessia, another one of your team mates pipes in as she watches you be reluctantly dragged back to the group of girls while Kims' already rubbing her temples in dispare ahead of the flight before its' even taken off.

"Pst, Kyra," You nudge the older girl not so gently to wake her up, having been bored on the flight while the rest of the girls seem to be asleep or doing their own thing, "Wanna play a prank on some of the others?" You question, mischeviously.

So far the flight to Melbourne hadn't been that adventurous, somehow through luck though you managed to be able to sit next to your partner in crime.

It was great for you, however, not so much for Kim, whos' been frazzled and trying to keep things under control the whole time on the flight.

"Absolutely," Kyra grins in respose as theres' a matching mischevious twinkle in her eye, "What'd you have in mind?" She wonders, curiously.

You grin and proceed to pull out a whoopee cushion from your carry-on, "Well, we could start with this?" You suggest in a quiet whisper, to not get the attention of Kim, whos' got her head buried in a book at the moment.

"Genius!" Kyra's eyes light up in glee, "Whos' our first target?" She questions.

"Caitlins' dozzing off," You gesture in the direction where Caitlins' half in and out of sleep.

You and Kyra both share a look before the older girl sneaks over to Caitlin and slips the whoopie cushion underneath the older Australians' seat.

"Show time," You smirk as you wait for her to sit on it.

Caitlin wakes up startled when it suddenly goes off and she looks around confused, "What the--?"

The pair of you can't help but giggle uncontrollably.

"Y/N, Kyra," Kim catches onto your troublemaker ways and narrows her eyebrow, "Behave!"

"What? We didn't do anything!" You feign your innocence, holding your hands up in protest.

"Let's move on to Steph," Kyra encourages you to continue with your pranks.

"Yeah, good shout," You nod in agreement and find the packet of gummy worms in your bag, you could easily eat them but pranking the Aussie women was more worth it. "Lets' put these in her bag. She'll totally freak out!" You add in.

Kyra eagerly accepts the packet of sweets and sneaks over to Stephs' seat, cautiosly depositing the gummy worms in her open backpack, "Done. Now we just need to wait for her to go in there--"

"Ah! What the hell?" If Stephs' facial expression is anything to go by then you guess Stephs' found them already, "Y/N! Kyra!"

"It weren't us," Kyra plays it off and shrugs her shoulders.

"Yeah, you have no proof," You give the girl a smug grin.

The older Australian women shakes her head in annoyance, "Pests. You're both a pair of pests, honestly," She mutters aloud.

"You two are something else," Katie overhears the commotion and shakes her head.

"Dare I ask what you pair did now?" Alessia questions, joining in as she overhears the noise from her fellow team mate.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, we're just havin' a bit of fun," You still continue to act innocent, although you personally don't understand what the fuss is about when you're contained in a metal box with no escape.

You need to entertain yourself, somehow.

Pranking your team mates is the perfect opportunity.

"Hey, Alessia! Do you like spiders?" Kyra smirk mischeviously, already ahead of the plans for another prank at the expense of the older blonde girl, who you both know has a bad fear for them.

"No, not really-- Ah!" Alessia shrieks loudly when you toss a fake spider in her direction, doing no more than jumping up onto her seat before she realises a fake plastic one and is now glaring at you, "Y/N! Kyra!" She yells, annoyed with you both.

"That's enough!" Kim shoots up from her seat, giving you both a pointed look. "Both of you, sit down and behave!" She bellows.

"Yes, ma'am," You pretend to be serious and move back to your seat.

Kyra gives your Captain a mock salute and continues to follow suit, "Aye aye, Captain!" She jokes with her.

"I don't want to hear anything more from the pair of you for the rest of this flight," Kim warns you both before she returns to reading her book.

"Pst, Y/N," It's Kyra's turn to nudge you know with a knowing look on her face, "We should try and see if we can balance peanuts on Frida's head while she's asleep," she suggests the idea to you.

Never being the one to turn down a challenge, you smirk and nod your head in agreement, "You're on. That'll be easy!" You insist.

With the task in hand, you both lean across your seats' and carefully begin to place peanuts on Frida's head, one by one.

"Wow. I didn't think this would actually work," You whisper in amazement and try to stifle your giggling, however, thats' not going to plan when Frida wakes up and the peanuts' fly everywhere.

"What..." Frida looks completely baffled, while you and Kyra still continue to hold back your laughter even more.

You can't hold it in much longer before you end up bursting out in laughter, "That... That was great!" You state in amusement.

"Y/F/N! Kyra! I swear, if you don't behave then I'll have the captain come talk to you!" Kim chides, feeling like she's ready to blow with the mishchief that you pair have caused. "I mean it when I say no more trouble from either of you for the rest of this entire flight, understood?"

You still can't help but laugh out loud at the misfortune of Frida wearing half a bag of peanuts on her head, "Someons' salty. Get it, cos' they were salted peanuts!" You crack up into more laughter.

"I mean it, Y/N. I will get the captain, or when we get to Melbourne, I'll have no problem in telling Leah all the antics you got up to," Kim threatens you and your face pales immediately.

Sure, the captain of the plane might be terrifying, but your blonde vice-captain was someone you definitely did not want to be in hot water with.

Unforuntately, you seemed to find yourself on the end of stern lecture with her one too many times.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop, I'll behave-- Don't phone her!" Your quick to plead with your Captain, really not wanting her to make that call.

Kyra nods but she keeps her fingers crossed behind her back, "Yeah, we'll be good," She states.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Steph mutters, shaking her head.

Caitlin nods in agreement with the older Aussie girl, "Them pair are magnets for trouble," She remarks.

It wasn't long before you had arrived in Melbourne, when your flair for trouble is encouraged once again by Kyra and the pair of you can't resist goofing off inside the gym.

"Kimmy!" You all but plow yourself on the older women, whos' peacefully minding her own business on one of the massage tables until you came at her like a full whirlwind.

Somehow, Kyra decides to get the idea to improvise giving your Captain chest compressions or something along the lines of what it looks like.

Also, trying to encourage you to hang of the pull up bar with the overshadowing of a bet on the tables.

You have always loved to bet on things. Your not turning down this opportunity.

"Kimmy! Kyra' reckons I can't hang off the pull up bar. Watch this!" You tattle, before you make your way over to the bar.

"Y/N, no. You'll hurt yourself!" Kim's quick to bolt up from the table to stop you from attempting to break your leg with your attempt to hang upside down on the pull up bar.

Kyra giggles mischeviously and watches as Kim almost has a near heart attack watching the trouble unfold, "Nah, Y/N. You've gotta do it like this!" With that, she pulls herself up onto the bar and flips herself over so she's dangling upside down.

"The pair of you get down before you get hurt!" Kim chides, trying to keep a stern facade when dealing with the pair of you. "Y/N, I'm serious. Get down!" She repeats, trying to reason with your chaotic antics.

"Your no fun. I only wanted to swing from the bar like a monkey," You huff in protest and begrudingly get off the bar to save your Captain from having an annuerysm.

Unfortunately for the older girl, your trouble doesn't seem to stop for too long and between you and Kyra, you had managed to mismatch everyones' boots when they were mostly preoccupied.

"Why do my boots' feel different?" Katies' the first one to realise as she looks at them in confusion, "These aren't mine," She notes.

Caitlins' just as quick to realise her own pair are missing, "Hey, who took my boots?" She questions.

"Seriously, guys?" Steph huffs, holding up two different sized boots in each of her hands.

Kim spins' round to look at you and Kyra, "Girls, did you do this?" She asks, her voice sounding calm, which is weary in itself.

"Who, us? Never!" You can't help but grin, which is a dead giveaway from your latest shenanigans.

"Yeah, we were just standing here," Kyra feigns her innocence and holds her hands up in mock surrender.

Alessia can't help but laugh and shake her head, "I bet it was you two. Your always up to something," She states.

"Maybe," You let out a small giggle.

Kim exhales a sigh at your antics, "Just switch them back. We need to start training soon!" She tells you both, sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," You joke and pretend to be serious with your Captain.

"Right away, Captain," Kyra gives Kim another mock salute as the pair of you set the boots to the right players.

"Why do I put up with this?" Kim mutters to herself, although its' loud enough to be heard from a few of the girls.

"Remember what Less said about needing a leash for Y/N," Steph chimes in, reminding the Scottish women about the idea.

"At this point, I'm actually considering it," Kim remarks, already having thoughts about it.

"Hey, I'm not a dog!" You overhear the conversation and shout in protest.

"Ha, could you imagine? Y/N on a leash at training," Katie snickers in amusement and shakes her head, "That'd be hilarious!"

"Might actually be a good idea," Vic, another one of the girls on the team, chips in.

"I'm deeply hurt by this suggestion!" You still continue to act offended.

"You know its' true, Y/N/N," Caitlin laughs at your own expense, going to take a sip of her water but pulls away with the frown when there's a revolting taste from it, "Ew, why does my water taste horrible?" She asks, confused.

"Oh God," Steph exhales a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose, "Kyra, Y/N, what have you done now?" She questions, glancing in both of your directions.

"Oh no, we must've got the bottles all in a pickle," Kyra smirks and gives the clue away as you both share a look with one another.

You can't help but burst out into laughter again, meanwhile Kims' slowly rubbing her temples and trying to refrain calm over the situation.

"Right, that's it, Y/N-- I'm callin' Leah. I've had enough of your troublemaker ways!" Your Captain states in outrage, shaking her head.

You freeze in your tracks and immediatly start to shake your head in protest, "No, no, please, Kim... Please, don't do that!" You plead with her.

"One more chance," Kim warns, firmly. "One more slip up and I'm phoning her!" She adds, shaking her head and questioning her life decisions on how she got stuck babysitting the kids (the untrustworthy and non responsible young adults) for this trip.

Better yet, the younger girls' that had joined them on the trip were better behaved than you were at times.

Having this be your first time in Melbourne, let alone Australia, you were keen to explore and when the prospect of a trip to the zoo was on the tables, you were more than ecstatic to visit there and see all of the animals.

Ever since Kims' threat to phone Leah back home in London, you been trying to remain on your best behaviour. You really didn't want to be in trouble with the blonde again, so you'd done your best to avoid your troublemaker partner.

However, that is easier said than done sometimes.

"Wow," You spoke aloud in amazement as you walk through the entrance of the Melbourne zoo, with the rest of your team mates in tow, keen to see as many of the animals as possible.

"Stay close, Y/N. I don't want to loose you," Kim warns, already thinking ahead of your disappearing act in the airport previous to this.

"I want to see the Koalas," You huff in protest and try to figure out a way to get away from them.

"You will, there'll be plenty of time for that. You just need to be patient," Kim reassures you, although her patience is way past the point of calm.

"Come with me, Y/N. I'll show you where they are," Kyra offers the opportunity for you to sneak away from the rest of the girls in the search for the animal you want to see.

"Okay," You don't think twice before being led astray by the older girl once again and make your way to the enclosure where they are, "Wow, they're so cool!" You stare at them in amazement.

"Aren't they just?" Kyra murmers, looking at them.

"Hey, I have an idea," There's a twinkle of mischief in your eye again as you look at the older Australian girl, "Bet you can't get a selfie with one of them!"

"Oh, yeah? You're on!" Kyra isn't one to back down from the challenge, completely missing the 'no entry' sign in clear view, she creeps towards one of them and you get your phone out and hold it up ready to take the photo.

"Hey! What're you doing?" The loud voice of a zookeeper startles you both, almost causing you to drop your phone in the midst of it all, "You can't be in here!" They shout.

Without any hesistation, you both are quick to make an escape from there and scramble back over the railing.

Back with the rest of the girls, its' dawned on them that they've one again lost you both as they begin to search around for you.

"Y/N?" Kim shouts aloud.

"Kyra?" Steph and Caitlin both call out for the younger Aussie girl.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Katie chimes in, jokingly.

Alessia exhales a sigh and shakes her head, "How can they wonder off again without us realising?" She wonders.

Steph looks around and spots you both near the kaolo enclosure, "Oh boy," She mutters to herself.

"You might really need to invest in that leash after all, you know, Kim," Vic chips in, amusedly.

"I'm staring to think so too," Kim remarks, exhaling a sigh.

"I knew you'd come around," Alessia jokes, overhearing the conversation.

"There you both are!" Kim strides over with a stern expression, taking a hold of your upper bicep again. "That's it, that's the final straw. I'm calling Leah!" She states, already having made her mind up.

"It's not just me, its' Kyra too," Your quick to throw the older girl under the bus in protest.

"Hey!" Kyra whines in protest.

"You're meant to be setting an example, Kyra!" Caitlin scolds the younger Australian girl.

"You're older than Y/N, Kyra. You should know better!" Steph chimes in.

You can't help but smirk in satisfaction that you're not being scolded for once, "Can we go see the kangaroos now?" You question, innocently.

"Don't look to happy yet, Y/N. I'm still calling Leah when we're back at the hotel and telling her how much trouble you've caused over the last 24 hours," Kim remarks, which causes you to furrow your eyebrows. "And until then, I want you right by my side for the remainder of time that we're here so I know where you are!"

"Sit," Kim orders straight away as you follow her into her hotel lobby and begins to dial Leahs' number on her phone as she paces the floor back and forth, "Come on, pick up, pick up," She murmers as she waits for the response on the other end of the line, despite the time that it might be.

You can't help but sit there and hope that Leah doesn't answer, because you really knew you'd done it now to be in trouble, yet again.

"Hey Kim!" Leahs' voice answers on the other end of the phone, connecting the video call to where it looked like she was in gym surrounded with the rest of the girls back in London.

"Hi, Kimmy!" Beth pops her head in the video call and waves at her Captain. "Hows' Australia?" She wonders.

"It's a disaster, girls! I can't take it anymore!" Kim tells them frantically.

Leah looks immediately concerned as her eyebrows knit together, "Whoa, what's the matter?" She asks, confused.

"You look like you're about to have a nervous breakdown there, Kimmy," Beth jokes, seeing the exasperated look on the older women's face. "What's up?" She asks.

"Y/N and Kyra! Between them, they're both driving me insane!" Your Captain admits out loud, and you try to slump down in your seat to try and hide from the telling off that you know is iminant when Leah finds out what's been going on.

By this point, all the girls' in the gym have decided to surround Leahs' phone to find out about yours and Kyra's antics.

"Uh oh," Viv murmers, shaking her head. "What've they done?" She asks.

"I think its' more like what haven't they done," Beth jokes, trying to keep the mood light in the room.

Kim shakes her head and settles on the bed, trying to keep her attention between you and the phone call, "Leah, its' like Y/N is out to be a complete menace this trip," She pauses as she glances at you to make sure you're not doing anything you shouldn't be. "Together they've done nothing but cause trouble, from switching everyones' boots during training and putting pickle juice in the water bottles, and causing trouble on the plane with their pranks and don't even get me started about the airport either!"

"Wait, someone actually drank the pickle juice?" Manu looks considerably confused at the mention of the pickle juice in patricular.

"That doesn't sound good," Stina comments, laughing.

Laia smirks in amusement, "I can't believe it," She states.

"What happened at the airport?" Lia asks, curiously.

"Well lets' just say that Y/N wanted to go over and pet the friendly dogs," Kim remarks sarcastically, shaking her head.

Beth snorts in realisation, "The friendly dogs? You mean the patrol dogs-- Oh dear," She shakes her head in utter disbelief.

"I feel like I'm at my wits end with them both. We couldn't even go the zoo without them wandering off and getting into trouble, Alessia even suggested that I get a leash for Y/N and I'm half tempted!" Kim rambles to them over the phone, ready to pull her hair out after dealing with both you and Kyra for the last god-knows how many hours.

"I knew I should've come on this trip, Y/N's always a handful, but this sounds like its' too much," Leah exhales a sigh and bites her bottom lip. "Is she there with you now?" She asks.

"Shes' right here," Kim nods in agreement with the blonde, panning the camera to face you. 

"Hi Leah," You wave innocently at the blonde, hoping that she'll go easier on you.

It's needless to say that the blonde looks that impressed.

"Where's Kyra?" Viv questions, arching an eyebrow as she doesn't spot your counter part in the room.

"With Steph and Caitlin, I needed to seperate the pair of them. They're talking to her about this, but feel free to call in as well," Kim tells the Dutch.

"I'll call her afterwards. Can't her go anywhere unsupervised," Viv states, shaking her head in disappointment.

"You're doing great, Kimmy. Just a few more days!" Beth chimes in, trying to keep your Captain in high spirits. "Hang in there!"

Kim shakes her head in protest, "I'm never babysitting again! I'm gonna need a holiday after this-- I'm getting grey hair! I thought Y/N was bad on her own, but she's even worse when Kyra's with her!" She exclaims to the  girls.

Leah exhales a sigh, feeling for the older women as she pinches the bridge of her nose, "Right, okay. Put Y/N on Kim. Maybe I can get through to her," You can tell that the blondes' trying to remain calm and collective, but she feels annoyed at your behaviour still.

"Please do," Kim murmers, feeling relieved as she turns to look in your direction. "Y/N, come and talk to Leah!" She calls over.

"Uh no, no... I'm alright actually, I think I'll just--" You try and back out of talking to her, not ready for the confronation from the blonde.

"Over here, Y/F/N!" You hear Leah call you out directly and you inwardly curse, having no choice but to do as your told for once, waiting to speak again when you were in front of the camera, "What the hell are you playing at, kid?" She cuts straight to the point with a tone of voice, which makes you want to shrink onto the floor.

"Nothing, I'm just having a bit of fun..." You try and come across as innocent, hopeful that it'll cut out some of the lecture, "Hows' London? I miss you!" You add.

"Cut the bullshit, Y/N," Leah scoffs and shakes her head. "Listen, just because I'm not there doesn't mean that you can still get away with stuff like this, yeah? I trusted you to go on this trip, you have a responsiblity to set an example, there's girls there younger than you and this is the way you act-- It needs to stop!"

There's something about her scolding that scares you, but you're not too sure about what it is yet. Maybe its' the firm scary facial expression, or the way her words' are just straight to the point, something makes you fear the blonde.

Maybe its' the fact that shes' your hero, she used to be the one youd' look up to and aspire to be like, so to be letting her down seems like the wrong thing to do right now.

Despite your inital fear, you still can't help but act like a troublemaker.

"I don't see what the big deal is though? I'm just having fun. It's harmless, Le," You shrug your shoulders and bite her lip.

Leahs' look continues to be firm, "Enough, Y/N. You promised you would be good and if you keep on causing trouble like you are then I'm going to take away your sweet privledges for a month," She threatens you, which just seems out right criminal. "And if you make Kims' job any harder, then I'll personally make sure you're on a leash next time."

"A... A month without sweets? And a leash?" Your eyes' widen in realisation that maybe you really do need to sharpen up on your behaviour, with the threat of no sweets on the table, you need to actually do as your told now.

"Yes. A whole month without sweets and a leash. Do you understand?" Leah continues with her firm words.

Surely she's just bluffing? Like she'd actually do that, you think.

"You can't do that," You whine in protest.

"I can and I will, because as long as you live under my roof, then you follow my rules," The blonde warns you, firmly. "Do you understand?"

"But Le, that's... that's not fair!" You still can't help but whine.

"Oh this is better than reality TV," Beth chimes in from the side of the camera, where the rest of the girls are still crowded around the phone.

"Beth," Lia nudges the blonde and rolls her eyes.

"What? It's true!" Beth exclaims, shrugging her shoulders.

"It's completely fair, Y/N. I want you to have fun out there in Melbourne with the girls, but not at the expense of the every one," Leah still stands firm on her words. "Behave yourself, or there will be concequences!"

"Fine, I'll try and be good," You sigh dramatically.

"That's all I'm asking for, please," The blonde softens slightly and nods. "I'll check in with Kim later to see how you're doing. Be good, alright?" She tells you.

"Yeah, I will," You reluctantly agree with the blonde, "Now can you go and give Kyra the same lecture, cos' its' not fair if I just get in trouble for this!"

"Oh don't worry, kid. Vivs' already on that one," Beth jokes, panning the camera around to where Vivs' stood off on the other side of the room giving a lecture through the phone to Kyra to where you can even hear the tailend of the conversation. "Having fun at whos' expense? That is no way to act!"

You can't but giggle and shrug your shoulders, "Okay well that makes me feel better at least," You murmer as you wave to the rest of the girls and pass the phone back to Kim.

Leah shakes her head in amusement at your care-free attitude, "Hang in there, Kim. She'll be better now, but if she gives you any more trouble then call me, alright?" She reassures her Captain,

"You got it. Thanks, Leah. I appreciate you talk to her," Kim smiles in agreement, bidding their goodbyes and ending the phone call. "Right, you. How about we go and find the rest of the girls?" She makes the suggestion.

"Yeah, I wanna go and find out how bad of a lecture Kyra got," You smirk mischeviously at your Captain before you both exit the lobby in search for your troublemaker partner. "Race you to the lifts! Last one there's a rotten egg!" You add.

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Left Behind

Tim works so hard. He works so hard that he neglects important relationships in his life.

again with the angst! Sorry, not sorry.

This is gonna get some of y'all in the feels, but I hope this fic is a reminder to never settle for less than what you deserve. You deserve to be happy!

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome! 

Pairing: Tim Drake x gn!reader

Theme: Angst 

Word Count: 1,746

Being stood up is awkward. It probably wouldn’t be so awkward at some 24-hour raggedy diner, because lots of people eat alone at places like that. But, no one, literally no one, goes to eat alone at a five-star restaurant. Being alone in a place like this automatically makes others assume that you got stood up.

To be fair, your behavior only confirms their suspicions. You fidget constantly, looking around the restaurant for any sign of him. You check your phone countless times. You reread your text messages to see if you got the timing wrong. The waiter passes by…again. There are only so many times they can refill your glass of water before it becomes downright humiliating. 

“Ugh- no,” You groan as you place your hands on your forehead to hide your face. You can feel people at the neighboring tables stare at you. The hair on your arms and neck prickle in embarrassment. How much longer do you wait for him? Enough time has already passed to make you assume that he’s either forgotten or is in some sort of life-or-death situation that makes him incapable of giving you a heads up. If he hasn’t arrived by now, he probably won’t come. 

Defeated, you wave the waiter over and explain the situation. Or a shortened version of it.

“You know what? I was actually supposed to meet someone here, and uh- well, you see-, they, uh- got into an accident, so…”

You left the restaurant that night with an empty belly and abandonment issues. You pull out your phone and begin to type out a text message to Tim.

Guess you’re not coming haha. 

You hit the backspace button on your keyboard. No, don’t say that.

You stupid son of a bit-

Nope, not that either.

You sigh and place your phone back. You’ll text him later that night. 

You recall him sweetly saying just a few days prior, “I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go, my love.” He nuzzled your neck before leaving hot kisses all around your neck, face, and lips. His voice was laced with honey. But after being stood up, you realize his voice was laced with something else: arrogance.

He knew you would become putty in his hands. He knew that you could never stay mad at him for very long. That’s the kind of effect Tim Drake had of you. You could never say no to him. It truly was a terrible cycle. You oftentimes would wonder why you and Tim could never work it out. You’d give him a chance, and he’d eventually shatter your heart. You would become infuriated and hateful. He would apologize so sincerely that you had no choice but to run back into his arms. Then, he’d break his promises again and leave you devastated. You two would break things off again, but eventually, you’d go back to wondering why you two couldn’t just work it out. As if the answer wasn’t right in front of you already. 

What Tim couldn’t fathom was that he was the endgame for you. You wanted him so badly it hurt. You wanted the bare minimum from him, because you knew that’s all Tim could give you. And you would be satisfied with that. Except Tim could only give you the bare minimum for so long. Eventually, even the bare minimum would be too much for him. And for some reason, you just took it. Because you loved him. You wanted to settle down with him and have kids with this man.  And you believed that he loved you, too. And love is supposed to overcome any obstacle, right? Right?

You weren’t so sure anymore. There was no denying it, you were getting older. Your family was sending you hints about starting a family of your own. More and more of your friends were getting married or moving in with their significant others or having children. Everyone seemed to be moving forward in their relationships. And yet you struggled to even get Tim to go out on a date with you. 

Was it you? Were you the problem? Were you not understanding enough? Tim had so much on his plate. He was the least likely of the Batboys to have downtime. Bruce and Tim were so alike in that way. They worked themselves to the bone, neglecting anyone who dared to care about them. Like they say: like father, like son. 

You naively thought you could change Tim, at least. And you did! Sort of. Temporarily. Your relationship was very hot and cold. When it was hot, you were an inseparable pair. But when you were cold, it was as if you didn’t even exist to Tim. 

Your contemplation of your relationship continued as you reach your home. You weren’t even mad anymore. You just felt incredible loneliness. What’s a home if you have no one to share it with?

It takes guts to admit that you want to have what everyone else seems to have. To fall in line with the crowd. You want someone to come home to. You want someone to wake up to. You want someone who you’ll fight with. You want someone to make love with. You want someone to make you feel like your relationship actually exists in the real world. 

You pull out your phone once more. What should you say?

Hey, should we reschedule?

No! That doesn’t feel right. It felt inauthentic to brush over the pain you were feeling. You hit backspace and begin again.

Tim, I love you so much, but I can’t keep doing this with you. My heart hurts. My heart’s bleeding for you. I’d die for you, but I’m dying because of you now. Please tell me how to fix things. Please tell me what I can do to make you love me. I love you. I don’t want to continue things like this. I’m begging-

You stop typing. Tears make your cheeks their new home. What is wrong with you?! Where was your self-respect? You love Tim, but where was the love you had for youself? 

You look outside your window. You see the moonlight stream in. You knew that within just a few hours, the moon will be replaced by the sun, and then the process will be repeated the next day, and the day after. You hear birds squawking outside. You know they’ll migrate south during the winter, and then come back north during the summer, and they’ll continue the process for generations. You look at the grass outside. You know it’ll dry up in the winter, and regrow in the spring, and continue that pattern.

What you didn’t know was is Tim would be yours tomorrow. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he was yours tonight. If he was ever yours to begin with. You always wanted to be an adaptable person, always ready for life’s unpredictability. But sometimes, it’s nice to have things to look forward to. It’s nice to be able to live on the safe side. It’s nice to not have to live on the edge, unsure if you going to be loved or discarded that day. 

It’s also nice to put yourself first for once. It’s nice to protect your heart and your sanity, even if it means losing the person you thought you’d grow old with.

The sun comes shining through the one portion that the curtain doesn’t cover and hits Tim’s eyes. He groans, upset that though his eyes are closed, he can feel the heat of the sun. It felt like he slept for two seconds last night. He groggily sat up on his bed, blinking slowly. 

Coffee. His first conscious thought of the morning was about his need for coffee. He worked all through the night trying to crack a particularly difficult case. He felt like his efforts were meaningless though, as he didn’t get any closer to solving it. He lifts his arms above his head and stretcccchhhhesssss. 

Pop! “Ooh, yeah, that felt good,” he says to himself as his back joints pop. He takes a few moments for himself and enjoys his solitude.

He reaches to grab his undisturbed phone. He hasn’t looked at it for almost an entire day. Correction: he didn’t have the time to look at his phone for almost an entire day.

He has so many notifications. Some from friends. Some from family. He’ll read them later. Just as he’s about to put his phone away, he notices the notifications from you. 

Okay, he’ll reply to you, but then he must go back to the Batcave and work. 

He clicks on your name and immediately, dread strikes through him. He sees the several messages you sent him last night about your date.

He smacks his forehead with his palm, as your messages remind him of the date you two were supposed to go on yesterday. He knows he messed up. Again. For the billionth time. 

Hi ❤️ I’m about to reach the restaurant. Can’t wait to see youuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I’m sitting at a table that’s towards the back, go left when you enter

Lemme know when you’re close ❤️❤️❤️

Hey, what’s your ETA?

Timmy! Did something come up? Are you coming?

I called, but you didn’t pick up. Please let me know if you’re still coming

Are you coming or not? Everyone’s staring at me

Please pick up

Tim, please don’t do this to me

Once he’s done reading your message, he makes a promise to himself and to you that he’ll make up for it. You’ll understand. After all, this isn’t the first time this has happened. You were angry before, but you got over it. You always do. 

He clicks on your name and calls you. He’s already formulating an apology in his head. He knows just what to say to break down your inhibitions and your reservations about him. Just as he puts the phone to his ear, just as his apology has already made its way from his brain down to the tip of his tongue, just when he hears a ring and he thinks the line connects and that you’ll answer, he hears an automated voice.

“I’m sorry, but the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”

[lorifragolina]

Bad Luck Groom

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race!

@harringrove-relay-race

Summary: Can coming back to Hawkins to marry ruin everything for Steve Harrington? The wedding is in less than 24 hours...

Rating: G

TW: marriage

WC 2872

Ao3

“It’s me, or is it incredibly hot here?” panted Steve, widening the collar of the shirt.

The fitter grunted and adjusted the tie again.

“It’s you,” said Robin, smoothing his black and white suit with bow tie. 

“I think I’m gonna puke,” continued Steve.

“Not here,” barked the fitter, adjusting the waist of the trousers. 

Steve was sweating profusely, and the man wasn’t happy he was doing it in the wedding suit. 

“It’s… so tight…” whined Steve.

“It fits perfectly,” replied Robin, taking off her jacket and changing herself behind the screen. Steve tried to look at himself in the mirror: he was on the stand, slouching, uncombed and pale. He tried to straighten himself out, fixing up his hair and imagining himself walking down the aisle in the suit. He couldn’t. 

He dropped the jacket two times trying to take it off, and the tailor rolled his eyes. The shirt was wet from sweat and thank God it was only a sample. 

“What is going on?” Asked Robin when they left the shop with the suits in their bags. “Second thoughts?”

Steve sighing loudly, passing a hand on his eyes. “I… I don’t know. I… what if it’s all wrong?”

“What is wrong, Steve? I’m your best man and I’m here to help, come on… do you want to call the thing off?” 

Steve sat in the car. “No! No, of course, I’m just thinking… what if… what if everything changes from now on? What if…”

“What could change, Steve? You are together for years, now, you know each other… and as long as I know, you proposed”.

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “I know… but if it is not what we wanted? Maybe we shouldn’t do it here…”

“Oh I understand, the problem is Hawkins? I thought you decided to come back to marry here, in the garden and so on, you know, your parents, bla bla bla…”

“Yes, maybe we should have done it privately… get wed in Vegas, you know… avoiding… avoiding people here…”

“Steve, the wedding is tomorrow… it’s normal to be scared… so they say, I don’t know it…” Robin giggled but her jokes didn’t relieve Steve at the moment. “Steve, I can manage if you want to…”

“No, I don’t want to cancel… I think I don’t want it… but… what if I feel like running away tomorrow? What if… it is all a big mistake?”

“It isn’t a mistake. You two love each other. You two love each other, right?” Robin's voice trembled a little. Of course Steve was scared, but why now out of nowhere he thought it could be a mistake? He always wanted a wedding and a family, she knew. It was the natural avancement she expected in his friend’s life, but… now she wasn’t sure returning to Hawkins had been a good thing for him.

And the wedding was in twenty-three hours.

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“I think I’m gonna throw up, Max”.

Max hid her face behind her hands and tried to breathe. She wanted to scream. 

“Just go and see him, for Christ sake!” 

“I can’t!” whined Billy, walking in a circle in the room. “I can’t ruin everything for him… you know…”

“But if you feel so bad…”

“I can’t!”

Max looked at the window not far away and considered that if put an end to her misery, but the room was only on the first floor, it wouldn’t work. 

She tried to breathe again, rubbing her eyes. Both she and her brother were really quick tempered, but it wasn’t the moment to start a fight, although she really, really wanted to yell at him and maybe get some steam off from each other. But in that case it could have a terrible flood effect. All she had to do was keep Billy out of trouble for a day more. Hopefully she could put him to sleep early and have some hours of relaxation. 

“So what do you want to do?” she asked carefully, hoping not to unleash another nervous breakdown. It worked only partially.

“I don’t know!” whimpered Billy, squatting on the floor with his face in his hands. “I’m… I’m such a mess, Max! Look at me!” 

Max didn’t see anything wrong in Billy’s aspect. He was in his sweatpants, his hair messy as usual, that studied messy that made him appear really hot, and a pink crop top he wore a lot in the Indiana summer. It was quite old, but the matching tan mark made her believe he used it in California too. 

“You look fine, if only you stop agitating and try…”

“No, I’m not in the mood… I’ll ruin it. I’ll ruin everything, Max!”

God in heavens. She needed to get her hair done and go picking the dress, but she couldn’t leave Billy in the throes of anxiety. Or could she?

“Why don’t you go and see him, if it could help you to…”

Billy whined. “No… I promised to behave… I can’t ruin everything… It's just one day before the wedding!”

“But you can…”

“Why did he have to return here for the wedding!”

“But I thought…”

“And if I run in the wedding tomorrow screaming like crazy and run away with him and ruin everything? Oh God!” Billy curled on the floor, keeping whining and babbling. “Enough, Billy,” Max sighed, trying to be firm, for a change. “You know what? Now you take a shower, put some decent pants on and we’ll go together to the hairdresser, ok? We’ll do our hair, our nails and you try to relax, ok? Then we’ll come home, order chinese and watch the Disney movie you want, ok?”

Billy stood from the floor, smiling lightly. “Could it be sushi? Chinese makes me bloated”.

Max grinned and nodded. Twenty-one hours to the wedding, girl, you can make it. 

She gulped a shot of tequila while Billy was in the shower.

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Robin managed to make Steve take a nap, while she went to the beauty parlor. In the parking lot, when she was leaving, she saw Billy and Max at the other side parking and entered the same saloon, and she sighed. Billy seemed as messy as Steve earlier, and she clenched her teeth. Twenty hours. She returned to Steve’s house, woke him up and they had a light dinner, that Steve should skip to pass directly to the shots, but Robin was trying to avoid a hangover groom the next morning. 

“Ehi Robin, why don’t we have my bachelor party now?”

“We had your bachelor party three weeks ago, remember? Vegas? Dolly Parton’s show?”

She bit her lips. She shouldn’t name Vegas, Steve was babbling they should run there to get married alone, and his eyes became a little glossy.

“Ok, my bad… well I don’t think a couple drinks are a bad thing. But only a couple! Promise!”

Steve smiled lightly. “Pinky promise. I won’t get drunk and I won’t get in trouble”.

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“See? I said that having your hair and beard done will calm you down”, said nervously Max at home, while Billy kept turning his head right and left examining every millimeter of his face. 

“It’s acceptable,” he grunted, but he was visibly satisfied. He was pretty and hot and he knew. 

They had the sushi but he didn’t feel like watching The Little Mermaid once again. 

“Why don’t we go for a stroll instead? To the club, maybe?”

“I don’t think you should get drunk, Billy, honestly”.

Billy joined his hands.

“I won’t drink, I promise. Just a Coke, I swear. I need something fresh”.

“We have Coke at home,” she teased, feeling she needed two days of sleep after going through Billy all day.

“I need fresh air,” insisted Billy.

“Why are you punishing me, God,” she muttered while taking her jacket. 

Fortunately it was early and the club wasn’t crowded or loud. Billy grinned ordering a Diet Coke and she sighed and nodded. They sipped their drinks in silence, Billy appeared calmer than in the afternoon, and Max thought he had accepted the idea, and the worst was over. Hopefully next morning he wouldn’t have those negative thoughts anymore. 

She excused herself and went to the bathroom. She spent a little time looking at her freshly styled hair, and when she returned to the bar, Billy’s stoll was empty.

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Steve ordered a margarita, then he wanted another one but Robin forced him to take a skinny one. Steve sighed and obeyed. He drank obediently, finally relaxed in some way, talking about the charcuterie aisle and the catering for the party. Then Robin's mobile rang. 

“Shit, it’s the wedding planner. I have to take it”, she got on her feet to leave the club. “You’ll be ok for a couple of minutes?”

Steve smiled. “Of course, I’m not a baby,” he answered, grumbling a little. 

Robin went out, and, after sorting a minor problem with the boutonniere that apparently couldn’t wait for the next morning, rentuned to an empty table.

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Steve felt bored by the soft drink and shifted his gaze in the room. It was almost empty when they came, but now after more than a hour, it was more crowded. He lazily looked at the bar and jumped on his seat.

“Shit”.

“Shit,” whispered Billy, seeing out of the blue Steve seated on the table at the farest side of the club. 

He didn’t imagine they could bump into each other in that way, but Hawkins was a hole, a cursed one, but still a tiny hole and they couldn’t avoid each other for long, not now that their guard dogs let their guard down.

Steve took a big breath and stood up, waving at him. Billy looked around and left the stall at the bar, joining Harrington. They were seated a little agitated in a dark corner. 

“So,” started Steve with a trembling voice. “You here, too”.

“Yes… so…” Billy smiled slyly. “I heard you’re getting married tomorrow…”

Steve looked him in the eyes, directly. “Yes… and I’m alone, I don’t supposed to see the bride until the wedding, tomorrow”, he whispered.

“Too bad,” Billy got nearer, staring at Steve’s lips. “Why not?”

“Oh, it’s bad luck, you know. It’s tradition…” he was breathing heavily, following the freshly trimmed profile of Billy’s beard, feeling all the nerves of that afternoon sliding away from him. 

Billy slipped a hand on his thigh. “It has to be difficult… I mean… separated from the love of your life… so hard…”

Steve grinned, but after a moment flinched a little and lowered his eyes. He felt Billy’s hand, heavy, on his leg.

“You aren't supposed to be there… You aren't supposed to do this…” he whispered.

“I know,” Billy bent over him and kissed him. Steve loosened himself up and closed his eyes, melting in the kiss.

Both their hearts were beating like drums. Billy separated and looked Steve in the eyes, and Steve nodded; they took each other's hands and ran into the gentlemen's bathroom, crashing together against the wall.

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“What the heck, where were you!” hissed Max when Billy emerged from the bathroom, looking furtively behind him and nodding, and returned to the bar. 

He cleared his throat. She noticed that his lips were a little more swollen and red than before, but she wasn’t sure. She also noticed, just in the instant Billy took his jacket and put it on, that he had his shirt badly buttoned and he had a dark pink circle on his collarbone.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” he shrugged, turning his back to her to hide the clues. “You know, the sushi and all…”

“Gross!” she shouted, and she took her purse to go away.

Steve nodded in return when Billy left the bathroom. He waited a couple of minutes and left it too, trying to act nonchalantly.

Robin was at the table with his drink completely melted, and luckily she couldn’t see Max and Billy leaving. He raised his eyes and lightly nodded at Billy’s wink.

He tried to smile at Robin, but she immediately noticed his polo upside down and widened her eyes. 

Steve blushed entirely and his upper lips trembled.

“Robin. I messed up”.

Robin sighed, covering her face with her hands. Sixteen hours to the wedding.

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“I’ll have to go, Billy, you sure you’ll be ok?” Max yelled to him from downstairs. She hoped she wouldn't have to go upstairs, because Billy was blasting his metal as usual.

Billy looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting a lock on his forehead. He put some of his great occasion colony on his wrists and inside his pants too, then lit a cig blowing the smoke to the mirror, winking to himself. 

He smiled looking at the perfect fit of his pants, then sent a little kiss to himself again. 

He turned off the stereo and went to the bedroom’s door.

“Ok!” he yelled in return, listening to Sinclair and Max voices and then their car leaving.

“Showtime,” he whispered to himself fifteen minutes later, clinking his keys and starting the Camaro.

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Robin was shifting her weight from foot to floor at Steve’s side, really nervous. She felt really comfortable in her smoking, and Steve was absolutely stunning in his dark gray suit with the blue tie, that matched the color of the ocean blue decorations. Max and Jane wore the same blue and they’re glowing with happiness. 

Everything seemed perfect under the canopy in Steve’s back garden, his parents were perfect too, Hopper, Joyce and the party sat on the white chairs in the grass and the sky was perfectly clear.

But she was nervous. She wasn’t sure that a disaster wasn’t on its way, and she was trying to spot it as soon as possible.

“Calm down,” whispered Steve, bothered by her wiggling. “I should be nervous, not you”.

“You tortured me all day yesterday, and now I’m annoying you?” she hissed, a little drop of sweat running on her forehead. 

The noise of the Camaro got louder and louder and finally the car stopped at the end of the driveway, just near the last line of seats. 

All the guests rumbled, looking at each other and standing all together.

Robin breathed loudly. “About time,” feeling Steve gasping and stiffening and she drew herself up at his side. They turned, facing the car.

Billy came out of the car, in a white suit with a blue tie bow on a black shirt. He adjusted it and took a big breath walking down the path until the canopy, tilting his head and smiling at the guests on his way. He sometimes looked furtively at Steve and hoped not to blush too much.

Billy winked to Max, who had been tense until that moment; she knew he wanted to do his great entrance alone, but she offered earlier that morning to go together. 

“No, go with Sinclair. I will not flee”.

Steve was breathing faster. and smiling like an idiot. “You see”, he whispered to Robin. 

“I can walk you if you want”.

“No, nobody will give me away, I’ll give away myself alone,” he winked one last time.

When Billy reached them, Robin went to hug and kiss him on both cheeks.

“Finally you make it”, she rambled in a whisper.

“You got the rings?” giggled Billy.

“Of course. And what about not seeing each other the day before?”

“I don’t think it was bad luck, I had a good one”.

Robin blushed and pinched him on his arm, then pulled him gently to Steve.

“You came”, said Steve, blissed, looking at his soon-to-be-husband.

“I came last night too,” Billy answered in a sough, kissing him on the cheek.

“You are impossible,” Steve cocked his head. 

They took each other's hand, their handcuffs shined at the afternoon sun; baseball bats, for Billy, orcas for Steve.

They turned to the celebrant while the guest sat down again. They thought that maybe it had been better to get married in California, where they lived, or secretly in Vegas, but it was just the nerves of the day before. They were exactly where they needed to be.

Robin blinked furiously the tears away when she passed the rings to them. 

“I do”, said Steve putting on the wedding ring at Billy’s finger.

“I do,” Billy did the same.

“You can kiss your husband”.

Robin clapped and cried, Max hugged Jane and Lucas. 

Billy grabbed his husband’s hand and kissed the shiny new ring on it. 

“So, bad luck, husband?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking about. I’ll never pass another day far from you”.

“I hope so,” smiled Billy. “I hope so”.

Thank for having me here and thanks to @dragonflylady77 for preceding me!

I had that stupid silly idea in mind for a long time and I hope you enjoy it!

I am so proud to introduce the amazing Suo @camaro-and-smokes and I'm really looking forwards for all the works in this event!

[wordsbyrian]

Short: Portland - Adriana Leon x Reader

Summary: a short fic about Dri being loaned to Portland

A/N: I wrote this weeks ago for an anon request and in true me fashion, I forgot about it. And there are like no Adriana Leon gifs on this site which is odd.

You’re not shocked by the news.

You had already known it was going to happen, you and Adriana had been discussing it a few weeks ago.

You knew it was going to happen but having Evie read it out to you while you were giving someone made it feel real.

“@LeonAdriana9 will spend the remainder of 2022/23 on loan at Portland Thorns,” the receptionist reads, standing in the entrance of your booth. “Did you know about this?”

“Yup.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” “Didn’t know I needed to,” you respond, attention still on the tattoo in front of you. “You still doing good, bro,” you ask the client.

Getting a nod in the affirmative, you continue your task, no longer paying any attention to Evie or the way she’s glaring at you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Thank you.”

Yourfriend and coworker stands and stares at you for a moment longer before she shakes her head and leaves, giving you the peace you’ve wanted since she’s walked into the room.

That night when you return home, you’re unsurprised to see the living room in a state of disarray with clothes and suitcases all over the place.

 And somewhere in there, amongst the mess, is your girlfriend. Folding clothes and panicking over which shoes to bring.

Stepping more fully into the space, you can make out her figure sitting on the couch.

Carefully traversing the space, you make your way to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey Dri,” you say, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, “I see you’ve been busy.”

Leaning into your embrace she responds, “Well I tried. How was your day?”

“Same as always, put some ink under people’s skin, and tried to ignore Evie’s antics.”

That gets a small laugh out of your girlfriend, the woman leaning even further into you as her exhaustion becomes clear.

Pulling her as close as possible, you let her take a moment, running a hand gently up and down her back until you feel her all but melt into you.

“So,” you say after some time has passed. “I think that you should figure out what you’d like to order for dinner. And in the meantime I can finish up your packing.”

You feel Dri nod and mumble her agreement into your chest although she makes no attempt to move.

“You’ll have to let me up for that, of course.”

A headshake.

“So we’re just gonna waste away here on the couch?”

A nod.

“If that’s what you wish, then I guess it would be an acceptable way to die: here with you in my arms,” you say, pulling her practically on top of you. “Although I had kind of hoped it would be many many years from now, not you know, today or tomorrow.”

“You’re an idiot,” Dri says, leaning away from you so she can sit up.

“I’m fine with that,” you respond with a laugh, “mostly because I know that you also think that I’m very attractive and good in bed.”

“And insufferable.”

“That too,” you agree, sliding off the couch to sit on the ground, surrounded on all sides by suitcases, clothes and shoes. “Go order something to eat, I’ve got this under control.”

And you really meant that because 25 minutes later when the food arrives, you’ve managed to mostly clear up the space, having pushed two full suitcases off to the side.

Dinner is mostly eaten in silence, the two of you content to just be in each other’s presence with the tv providing background noise.

The conversation after that is kept light, neither of you wanting to address the fact that in less than 24 hours, Adriana will be on a plane back to the United States without you.

So you talk about anything and everything else. How things are going at the shop, the latest family drama provided to you by your mothers, everything but the inevitable.

Later that night, after you’ve both crawled into bed, the topic seems to be keeping you both awake so you can’t help but say what’s on your mind.

“Do you remember a few months ago, when we had all of your teammates over her and you kept telling me that I was worried for nothing,” you ask, but you continue before she can answer your rhetorical question. “I think that you’re overthinking this whole Portland thing, especially since we’ve already talked this over.”

“Babe…”

“No, hear me out Dri,” you interrupt. “You’ll go to POrtland and You’ll get the minutes you need before this summer. Meanwhile, I’ll be back here doing what I do best, everything will be fine.”

“I’m not worried about that. Last time we were an ocean apart, you and your brother crashed into the back of an 18-wheeler.”

“Luckily for us, my brother is back in Canada.”

“You’re not funny,” she says, and you can just make out the glare she’s sending you through the tiny bit of light creeping in from the window. “At all.”

“Will it make you feel better if I told you that I’ve accepted a guest artist spot at Chico’s new shop in Portland?” Adriana sits up suddenly turning to face you.

“You waited until now to tell me this? After letting me sulk all day?”

“It seemed to be very important sulking,” you try to explain but it comes out more as a question.

“You’re the worst.”

“And you love me for it,” you remind her, pulling her to lay back down against you.

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Language,

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Chapter 22-

With John B in police custody for the second time in his life, you and JJ were at a loss for what to do next.

The two of you ended up meeting with Kie, Pope and Cleo down the street and caught each other up to speed with everything that had happened in the last 24 to 48 hours.

To say they were shocked about the whole houseboat, gunshot story was an understatement.

But you were more shocked by the fact that Pope and Cleo managed to find an old piece of paper in the Haywards family storage that had the codes and symbols used to be able to translate the gnomon that your father apparently already had... well, Singh now had it.

You and JJ hung out with them for the afternoon. The group of you trying to brainstorm ideas on how to get John B out of the station and how to get you all to South America, but between the five of you, nobody could think of anything.

However, you all received a text message from Sarah that said to meet at your shack, so you all piled into the Twinkie and drove home.

It was dark when you arrived at the shack, Sarah meeting you out the front.

The fairy lights in the trees lit up the outside area nicely, and you briefly wondered how they were even working because you were almost certain that the electricity was still cut off to the shack. That was a question for later though.

You didn't say a word to Sarah, but you were pretty sure she had noticed your angry glares because like hell you were going to play nice after she just cheated on your brother. She didn't try to talk to you either, instead she made small chat with the others for a couple of minutes before she told you all to wait outside while she rushed into the shack.

You all stood there in confusion, looking around at each other to see if anyone knew what this mandatory meeting was about.

"Hey, thanks for waiting." Sarah suddenly said, jogging down the porch steps towards you all. "Look who decided to come home."

You followed her line of sight just as your brother stepped out the house and your jaw dropped in utter surprise. What the fuck was he doing here? Shoupe had just cuffed him less than 12 hours ago.

"I have something I want to share with you guys. I can get us down to the Orinoco." Sarah suddenly said, snapping your attention away from John B.

"Are you serious?" Pope questioned.

She nodded, "yeah."

"Okay. And how's that gonna happen?" Cleo asked sceptically.

"My dad's gonna let us use the plane."

"As in your psychotic father, Ward?" You asked bluntly.

"Yep." She replied, giving you a smile which you didn't return. "We lay low tonight, then wheels up first thing in the morning."

"Okay, that's a lot to process. Your dad actually helping us." Pope responded, not quite believing it.

"I talked to him. He'll do it."

"So we trusting Ward now?" Cleo asked.

"No." You instantly answered.

"Trust Sarah." Kie insisted, but you shook your head.

"I trust her about as far as I can throw her. And with my bunged-up shoulder, that ain't very far."

"Y/N, come on." Kie whispered quietly.

"No. She doesn't just get a free pass because her rich family has a fucking plane we can use. She cheated on my brother. Have you guys already forgotten about that? Because I sure as hell haven't."

"Yeah, I, uh, I'm with my girl on that." JJ spoke up for the first time.

"Look, not that it's any of your business, but I made a mistake and-" Sarah began to say before you cut her off.

"You made a mistake? Putting your shoes on the wrong foot, spilling food on the floor, buying the wrong beer, they are all mistakes. Hooking up with another guy and cheating on your boyfriend is not a mistake."

Everyone fell silent at your words. The literal sound of crickets chirping in the background was the only noise for a few seconds as you glared at Sarah who lowered her head, looking away from you.

"Since we've gotten back from the island, I've done some things that I regret." She began to say, lifting her head to look at John B. "A lot."

"Yeah..." John B cleared his throat. "...I feel... I feel like we've all done a thing or two that we regret."

John B glanced over at JJ as he spoke, clearly referring to their little fight on the side of the road earlier. JJ let out a soft exhale as he chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"And I don't,,," Sarah stuttered, continuing to speak as she looked around at all of you. "Poguelandia, guys. It's all I’ve been able to think about. We were all together on that island, and it was a good thing, and I don't want to ruin a good thing. And I... I just wanna know, are we still all in? Are we still all together? Because I am."

"Yeah." Kie nodded, wrapping Sarah up in a tight hug before Cleo and Pope followed suit, all of them with their arms around each others shoulders as they looked at you, JJ and John B.

"Are you guys in?" Cleo asked.

"How long are you gonna pretend you're not coming over here?" Pope responded, knowing John B too well, and you did too.

He would forgive Sarah Cameron. You knew that the instant he walked out the shack after her a few minutes ago. He had already made up his mind. He loved her, he wanted to give her a second chance and you could respect that. Doesn't mean that you liked it, but you could respect it.

"John B? Y/N?" JJ asked quietly, not wanting to join the others if you two weren't going to.

You glanced over at your brother, waiting for his call before he began to smile and he wrapped his arms around you and JJ before he dragged you both over to the others, joining the giant group hug.

-

You all ended up crashing in the shack for the night. Neither you nor Sarah said anything to each other, she knew there was still tension because nobody hurts your brother like she did and gets forgiven straight away.

Even though your brother had forgiven her, you weren't so nice. She had to earn that trust back, and she knew that too.

You watched as Sarah and John B disappeared into the bedroom that you shared with your brother, and you must have been glaring because JJ suddenly leant forward and grabbed your knee.

"Hey, he's a big boy. If he wants to give her a second chance, he can." He said quietly.

You sighed, leaning back against the couch, your bad arm resting in your lap as you glanced over at him. "I know. I just don't want him to get hurt again."

"Says the girl with the bruised neck and gunshot wound." He shot back causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're real funny." You deadpanned but couldn't stop the soft chuckle from escaping your lips.

"In all seriousness though, the second we rescue Big John in South America, I'm punching him so hard that his teeth will fall out and... and..." JJ trailed off, something catching his attention across the room.

You followed his line of sight in confusion to find something shining brightly through the back window. What the hell was that?

"That's a fire. We gotta tell 'em! Tell 'em! Hey, fire! Yo!" JJ shouted, rushing across the room to where Pope and Cleo were while you kicked open your bedroom door to find Sarah and your brother topless on the bed.

"Jesus. Get a shirt on. There's a fire."

"What? Wait, sis, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fire!" You shouted, pointing out the bedroom window, only just realising that the flames were all along that side of the house. Shit, it must be spreading fast.

The two of them frantically pulled on their shirts before you all rushed out the bedroom and you froze, taking in the flames that were visible through every single window around the house.

Holy shit. The fire was surrounding the house.

"Everyone get away from the windows."

"Oh my God."

"What do we do?"

"It's everywhere."

"How'd it happen?"

Everyone was all shouting over the top of each other as you looked around for any exits, but there weren't any. The shack was completely surrounded. The shack that was made entirely out of wood... this place was going to light up like a Christmas tree.

You were moving before you really knew what you were doing. JJ and the others all shouted at you, but you ignored them as you rushed back into your bedroom, coughing and spluttering at the thick smoke that was already taking over the small room. You pulled open the top draw of your nightstand, tossing a bunch of crap out the way before you found the photo of your mother and quickly folded it, tucking it into your pocket.

"Y/N, get out of there!" JJ shouted desperately.

You went to turn around but stopped when your eyes landed on the handgun hidden under a bit of paper. Without hesitation, you grabbed the gun, putting it in your waistband before you ran out the room.

"Jesus Christ, are you okay? What were you thinking?" JJ questioned, grabbing your good shoulder as he looked you up and down for any injuries or burns.

"I-I had to get this." You said between fits of coughing, pulling out the photograph and holding it up for JJ and the others to see.

John B took a step forward, the fire around the house momentarily forgotten as he stared at the grainy picture in shock. It was a photo of your mother sitting on a boat with two small babies in her arms. The photograph taken only a couple weeks after you and John B were born.

"I never knew you had this... I thought dad burned all her photos." Your brother whispered.

"I kinda stole this when he wasn't looking."

"I hate to breakup whatever it is you guys are doing, but we gotta go! Pope made a clearing." Cleo suddenly shouted.

You tucked the photograph back into your pocket and turned around to find Pope standing by the back door with a fire extinguisher in his hand, the doorway now clear of flames.

"Shit. Move, move." JJ instructed, as you all rushed out the doorway while the foam from the extinguisher kept the flames away for the time being.

It wasn't long after you were all safely out the house that the doorway was overcome by flames. The entire shack now up and burning with flames licking the gutters on the roof.

"Has anyone called the firefighters?" Sarah asked in panic.

"Too late to save anything." John B sighed, but Kie already had her phone to her ear, rattling off the address to the emergency response people.

-

John B was right, it was too late to save anything because even after the firefighters showed up and put out the fire, there was nothing except ash and broken, burnt timber frames left.

None of you got much sleep that night. Hell, you were awake all night and only saw Sarah and Cleo close their eyes for a couple of hours while you sat on the grass by the smouldering leftovers of the shack.

Once it was daylight, the others all left to go break the news to their parents about flying to South America. JJ left to grab a few things from his father’s old house, leaving you, John B and Sarah alone.

The drive to the airstrip in the Twinkie was awkward to say the least, but you kept your mouth shut, knowing you would say something that you'd regret if you spoke.

John B had forgiven her for her 'mistake' and you needed to respect that. But all hell will break loose if she hurts him again, that you could promise.

The plane arrived on time, the pilot remaining in the cockpit while the three of you waited outside for the others who were now all five minutes late and counting. To your relief though, JJ came running out through the woods, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Dude, where is everybody?" He asked between gasping deep breaths like he had just sprinted all the way here.

"I don't know." John B answered, looking down at his watch.

As if on cue, Pope and Cleo showed up on the back of Pope's dirt bike, but there was still no sign of Kiara. Her parents hadn't been too happy that she was still hanging around with you guys after everything that had happened, so you were willing to bet it was their fault that she was either late or not coming.

In the end, you and JJ decided to take the Twinkie to go and find her. Pogues stuck together. You weren't going to leave without Kiara, so you were going to go get her.

Her parents confessed to sending her to a Wilderness Camp which put a spanner in the works, but JJ managed to get the address of the camp from his cousin who had spent a few months there, so it wouldn't be hard to find.

"Call John B, tell him we're gonna need a little more time." JJ said, glancing over at you as you grabbed your phone from your pocket before he focused back on the road as he drove.

"Yo, Y/N?" John B’s voice said through the phone.

"Hey, little change of plans. Kiara’s parents sent her to the Wilderness Camp." You explained, and your brother sighed.

"Oh, no."

"Yeah, so we're gonna need a few more hours to go and get her."

"A few hours? I don't have a few hours. We've got the jet here. We're all waiting." John B argued.

"Can't you just wait a little longer?" You asked before JJ held his hand out for the phone and you passed it over.

"Bro, it's JJ. Just hold out as long as you can. If you gotta go, we'll meet you there- I know. We're working on it, dude. Luckily, I'm a problem solver. Just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-"

JJ didn't get to finish his sentence before one of the tyres on the van suddenly burst with a loud bang causing you to flinch.

"What the hell? Did you run over something?" You asked as he pulled over on the side of the road and you both climbed out to inspect the damage.

"I didn't see anything on the road. Damnit!" He shouted, kicking the flat tyre before he walked around the back and opened it up to retrieve the changing gear before a very fancy and probably expensive looking car suddenly sped down the road, pulling up right behind you.

"Do you know these people?" You whispered, eyeing the strange car cautiously.

JJ didn't answer, but the panic look on his face was enough of an answer. He knew them, and he wasn't happy to see them.

Suddenly, Barracuda Mike stepped out the vehicle and your stomach dropped.

Oh, this wasn't good.

The second guy stepped out the other side of the vehicle, a rifle instantly raised in your direction. You took a quick step back, your hand itching towards the Smith & Wesson still tucked in your waistband, but you were willing to bet the guy could probably shoot you quicker than you could.

"Really?" JJ questioned, putting on fake confidence by pretending to be annoyed at them rather than scared as he pointed at the flat tyre that the guy must have shot with the rifle. "After everything you just put me through, and you shoot out my... my friends tyre! That's not even my van!"

"You lost the load, JJ. Now instead of me getting paid, I owe them." Barracuda Mike began to say, nodding to the other guy as he spoke. "Which I guess means you owe me, right? Get in the car."

JJ stared at Mike for a few seconds, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head while he tried to come up with a way out of this, but he couldn't.

"He's not going with you. Drop the gun." You ordered, taking your chances and drawing your handgun, aiming it at the man with the rifle who to your surprise, didn't pull the trigger the second he saw the gun.

Instead, he just glared at you, "really, sweetheart? Do you know how to use that?"

"Keep talking and you'll find out." You warned.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Whoa, okay, let's all just take it easy now." JJ quickly said, resting his hand on your shoulder. "Look, I know you've heard the stories. About us and our friends, a little something called the Royal Merchant. A pile of gold. Is that ringing any bells?"

"I heard some bullshit." Mike responded.

"Well, that bullshit's real. And yeah, we found it."

"Yeah, I saw. That's why you got a bunch of dudes throwing your furniture in a dumpster out the back of your house?"

JJ paused for a moment, clearly unsure how to respond to that, so you lowered the handgun and began to spill out even more bullshit.

"You're talking about the house that's being foreclosed? The cover? Or how about my old man’s shack that was 'burnt down last night because of an electrical fault?' They’re the houses to throw off the scent."

"She's right. Rule number one, don't do flashy shit, like pay off a mortgage when you're cashing in." JJ continued to say, catching on to where you were going with that sentence before Mike shook his head.

"Stop. Let me guess. You, uh... you got that gold. It's buried somewhere in a barn, right? And if I just let you go right now, you'll run right there, and get it, we'll split it, right?"

You glanced over at JJ, unsure how he wanted to play this because honestly? That was exactly what you were planning on saying next, but clearly Mike wasn't that stupid.

"Not exactly." JJ answered, looking over at you briefly before focusing back on Mike. "Actually, it's a little sweeter than that. Look, let's just forget about the Merchant gold. That's just the tip of the iceberg. We're going after the main course right now, alright? We're going after the mother lode. And that's the truth of why we need to get down to South America. Okay?"

Neither Barracuda Mike or the man with the gun said anything and you sighed, tucking your handgun back in your waistband since the man with the rifle no longer had it aimed at you.

"Look, Mike, can I call you Mike?" You asked, and he nodded, but remained silent. "Mike, come on, man. We're trying to help you here. We're giving you the opportunity to make ten times more. What do you say?"

"C'mon, Mike. Look, so, in this hand, you can get the pleasure of beating my ass right here, right now. I honestly get that temptation. I really do. Alright?" JJ continued to say, taking a step forward and holding up his other hand. "But in this hand, in this hand, Mike, you got a pile of gold sitting and waiting for you, and all you need to have is a little bit of patience, okay? And a flight to South America."

The two men shared a brief look before Mike simply nodded, holding his hand out towards JJ.

"You got yourself a deal, kid. But, if you try to screw me with this, I will find you."

-

Once JJ changed the tyre on the Twinkie, after refusing to let you help with your injured shoulder, the two of you were on the road to Kitty Hawk Wilderness Camp.

It was easy enough to get through the front gate, JJ lying his ass off about being Camp Counsellor Laura’s cousin and needing to deliver packages. Between the security guards at the camp and Barracuda Mike, JJ was a professional liar.

You waited in the car on surveillance duty while JJ went to the front reception and eventually, you discovered the building that Kiara was locked away in.

The two of you then left Kitty Hawk, parking the Twinkie away from the property and waited for nightfall before you snuck back in, but Kie wasn't in the same room anymore. She was gone. However, there was fresh black graffiti written on the side of one of the bunkbeds.

'P4L Cabin 6'

Cabin 6 was an all-girls cabin. So once JJ picked the lock, you went inside alone.

You silently tiptoed past the rows of bunkbeds, scanning the heads on the pillows for Kiara, but it didn't take long before you were spotted by one of the other girls who flicked all the lights on, announcing your presence to the whole room.

Kie was quick to realise what was going on, because she grabbed her bag and jumped down from the top bunk. She rushed over, hugging you tightly and thanking you for the save before the two of you left with JJ who had been keeping lookout by the door.

The three of you silently snuck out the campsite, until you reached the main road out the back and after a few minutes of waiting, Barracuda Mike showed up and he drove you to the airstrip.

"Direct flight to South America on Barracuda Airlines. What more could you ask for?" JJ shouted above the loud roar of the plane’s engines as the three of you walked up to the cargo plane.

It was definitely no fancy Cameron private jet, and if you were honest, you were a little worried, but you trusted JJ.

"Are you guys sure?" Kie asked, a little worriedly.

You didn't blame her hesitation. The last time you guys got aboard a dodgy looking plane, it crashed and the two of you were kidnapped, so you understood her slight worry. You were kind of worried too.

"You got somewhere else to be?" JJ asked.

She shook her head, "not anymore."

"Me neither." JJ replied, glancing over at you with a grin. "Next stop, El Dorado."

"Let’s go." You said, holding your hand out which JJ took, lacing your fingers together before the three of you followed Barracuda Mike onto the plane.

-

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 21 | part 22 | part 23 | part 24 | part 25 | part 26 | part 27 | part 28 | part 29

“I’m very grateful for you supporting your father and I in our decision.” Ciara nodded. “It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but…it is what it is.”

“Well, that’s a lie.” Z rolled his eyes. “If it were true, you would’ve given me a heads up that you were dropping Livvy off for a whole week.”

“We were a little preoccupied with dates and location.” Ciara waved a hand. “Taking a second honeymoon takes a lot of planning. Especially when it’s not your second, it’s your first cuz you were too pregnant to go when you got married and every family vacation after that you were too concentrated on taking care of your kids to focus on spending quality time alone with your husband.”

Z looked her up and down. “Mom, are you good?”

“I’ll be fine when your father and I are on a beach in Aruba.” Ciara let out a heavy sigh. “If you can’t handle her for a week, call your brother. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind having an extra hand to help with the baby.”

“I just wanna know why you didn’t take her to Elijah’s house in the first place.” Z crossed his arms. “Doesn’t she like playing with Imani?”

“Well, that’s where we were going to take her, but she requested to be brought here instead.” Ciara explained. “She said that ever since you moved out, she feels like she sees you even less than Elijah, and I honestly can’t blame her. It’s been a while since you two have hung out.”

Z sighed. “I’m still adjusting to living with my boyfriend. It’s not like I’m never over there. Shoot, I picked her up from school two weeks ago and stayed in the house until Dad got home.”

“He got home five minutes after you did.” Ciara narrowed her eyes. “I’m not asking you to basically move back in, I understand you’re doing your own thing now, but that’s exactly why this week will be perfect for you two to bond again.”

Z paused and looked at his sister as she talked excitedly with T. “I guess it would be a good opportunity to spend time with her again. Especially since she’s got that whole thing with Tae I need to work out with her.”

“She what?”

“What?” Z quickly turned back. “Isn’t your flight soon? You know how Dad is about airports.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Ciara adjusted her purse. “He wanted me to tell you goodbye for him. He was going to come up, but I knew he would try to stuff Olivia into his carry-on if he did.” She shook her head. “This is about to be a 10 hour flight of him whining about how much he misses his little girl.”

“I’m sure once you land, you’ll be the only thing on his mind.” He paused. “Well, you and a piña colada, but that’s no big deal.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Piña coladas first, wife second.” Ciara rolled her eyes. “Livvy, sweetie, come say goodbye to your mama.”

Olivia rushed over and hugged her mother. “Bye, Mom. I hope you and Dad have fun in Aruba.”

“Thank you, honey. We’ll be back before you know it.” Ciara hugged her back. “Be good to your brother.”

“Of course. When am I ever not good?” Olivia said sweetly. She gave Z an evil look that made his stomach drop.

“Okay, well I should be heading out now. Thank you again for taking her.” Ciara started to head out. “I’ll see you in a week. Love you both.” She blew them both kisses.

“Love you, too.” Z and Olivia said in unison.

As soon as Ciara shut the door, Olivia and Z glared at each other.

“Pest.” Z said.

“Loser.” Olivia shot back.

“I know what you were doing asking Mom and Dad to come over here.” Z squinted harder. “It’s not going to work.”

“That’s what you think.” Olivia smirked. She ran back over to T. “Hey, T, can I borrow your phone?”

“DON’T GIVE IT TO HER!” Z screamed and ran after her.

“Oh what is she possibly gonna do?” T rolled his eyes as he passed his cell phone to Olivia.

“Hi, Taeyoung.” She answered the phone with hearts in her eyes.

“That.” Z groaned.

T laughed awkwardly. “Whoops…”

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So, I got a little carried away and this turned out longer than expected

Based on this

As A approaches the bathroom carrying a blanket and a glass of water they're able to hear loud, harsh retching noises. They peek into the bathroom and see B slumped against the toilet, seemingly leaning against for support, too weak to even keep themselves up

They're shivering violently, their teeth chattering as A kneels next to them and wraps them into the blanket. They begin rubbing circles into B's back in an attempt to at least comfort them a bit, and they can't help but wince when they feel the heat rolling out of B, almost stinging when they first touch them

A is not sure if the blanket is gonna do any good, especially since B's fever seems to have gone up, but the way B was trembling was breaking their heart, and they felt like they had to do something

"I-it hurts..." B manages to rasp out between retches, their voice barely above a whisper and hoarse from all the vomiting. They get a small reprise to catch their breath before they get cut off by a dry heave so forceful it makes their whole body lurch forward, and A has no do doubt it had to be incredibly painful

A reaches out for the glass of water they brought with them, holding it towards B "Think you can try to drink some water? It may hurt a little less if you have something to bring up"

At that B gags violently, their face twisting in pain, bringing up a mix of bile and the remains of what was left of the water A had managed to coax them into drinking less than an hour ago. Ok, guess that was a no then

Some of it makes it way out of their nose, leaving them coughing and spluttering as one of their hands leaves their stomach to clutch at their throat whimpering softly

"Whoa, try to breathe, alright? I-... I know it hurts, I'm sorry..." A almost whispers the second part as they start patting B's back in an attempt to help them dislodge anything that might be clogging their airways

B's eyes are filled with tears, and A is not sure if it's because of the force of their heaving, the fever or if they're actually about to start crying. The sight has A biting their lip nervously

"s-stop it..." B makes their best attempt to glare at A, although it's deemed mostly unsuccessful as their eyes are glazed over and unfocused. B wants to tell them to shut up, to stop apologizing cause it's not their fault, but they're struggling to get the words out as they pant for air

The truth is A was actually the first one to get sick, having most likely caught the bug at work. And while for them it was a 24 hours thing, it seemed to be hitting B pretty hard. They were counting 3 days already and B showed no signs of getting better. In fact, much to A's concern they were getting worse with each passing day.

B kept reminding them it wasn't their fault, but A couldn't help but feel guilty knowing they were the cause of B's misery, so they tried their best to help B however they could. Although they felt like that didn't seem to work well either if B's condition was anything to go by

After a couple minutes of heavy panting and weak dry heaves B finally slumps against A with a groan, one hand against their still upset stomach. B closed their eyes taking deep breaths in and out of their nose, trying to will their nausea to go away, the back of their throat still spasming slightly

"Think you're done for now?"A asked gently running their fingers through B's hair

B merely hiccups before shaking their head "But I don't think anything else is going to come up anyway"

"Alright, let's get you to bed so you can try to rest. How does that sound?" A says trying their best to not wince at B's response, guilt and concern making their own stomach churn

B attempts to answer, but a wave of nausea hits them so hard it makes them lightheaded, and when they open their mouth the only thing that comes out is a loud, wet burp

"I don't...I-I'm dizzy..."

"It's ok, let me help you" A says as they begin pulling B up. As they do so they realize B is completely limp in their arms, their legs trembling, much like a newborn deer, unable to keep themselves upright. They're so weak, their head even lolls slightly to the side before they manage the strength to straighten it

As they start walking B can't help but whimper, moving is doing their stomach no favors, and they feel so lightheaded they're sure they're going to pass out in any minute

They're about to ask A to stop when they finally pull into the bedroom, A gently placing them in bed and tucking them in

"I'll be right back, ok?" A presses a kiss to B's forehead as they finish fixing their pillows, a soft hiss scaping their mouth when they feel the heat radiating from B's skin

By the time they come back B is already asleep, exhaustion having caught up to them. They press a cold compress to their forehead in an attempt to lower B's temperature to a less dangerous one, and B leans into it, seemingly relieved. A sighs softly before gently nudging them awake

"Hey, B. I know you're tired, but I need you to drink some water before you go to sleep"

B's skin was no longer clammy despite their fever, and all their previous attempts to get B to drink something had ended with B throwing up. A is starting to panic at the thought of B getting dehydrated

They were currently in the middle of a snow storm, and the nearest hospital wasn't close enough to risk it. So they were dreading the idea of B needing medical attention

A soft groan leaves B's mouth as A wakes them up, and it takes them all they have to force their eyes open, their vision blurry and eyes glassy

B feels something cold press to their lips and even though they struggle to make sense of the world around them, everything coming to them distorted as if they were underwater, they manage to make out the words "drink" and "please"

B recognizes A's voice, although something seems to be off with it. They sound…oddly worried for some reason

B hesitantly begins sipping on the water, as they assume that's what A wanted, but stops quickly when it makes the pain in their stomach suddenly intensify. The water sits heavily on their stomach, and they can feel it sloshing against its walls

A low whine leaves their throat, and B wraps their arms around their stomach, curling into a ball as a deep ache spreads across their abdomen. They shift slightly on the bed, bringing their knees up, but that doesn't seem to work either. Their stomach cramps yet again and they gasp for air, the pain leaving them breathless for a couple seconds

"H-hey, what's wrong?". A sounds more than a little frantic. They can see tears collecting on B's lashes, and they know if B is on the verge of crying something has to be really wrong

B doesn't answer, just shifting on the bed again, almost writhing as they attempt to make the pain go away. Soft whimpers leaving their mouth

B keeps tossing and turning, their back moving to face A as they try to find a comfortable position. B's stomach is gurgling loudly, but after a while A can also make out a soft sniffling sound. And as they peek at B's face they see tears rolling down their cheeks

A is more than a little alarmed, B seems to be in a lot of pain, they have to help somehow. They see the way B is clutching at their stomach, it looks almost as if they're trying to claw it out, and they have no doubt their nails are digging into their skin

"Hey, don't do that. You're gonna hurt yourself" A gently begins to shush them as they nudge B's hand away. Hesitantly lifting B's shirt and placing a hand against their stomach. They cringe in sympathy at what they find. The skin there is bloated and taut, and they can feel the upset organ writhing under their fingers

B whimpers softly at the contact but lets them move forward. Although the moment A applies the smallest amount of pressure to rub their stomach, B yelps in pain, trying to squirm away from their touch. They get cut off by a loud burp, the sound wet and incredibly forceful. It has them bringing up a small amount of water and saliva over their pillow

A freezes, pulling away, clearly horrified at the thought of hurting B any further. And when a second later B curls into a ball and begins to openly sob A can feel their own eyes prickling with tears

"I-I'm sorry…"

B just keeps on sobbing, too deep into their own misery to notice the way A's voice was shaking, or the tears rolling down their cheeks as guilt consumed them

"I was… I was j-just tryn' to help. I-I'm sorry…"

The only response they get from B is another pained sob. At the lack of answer A takes the soiled pillow and moves to change its case. They need to help somehow, but they don't dare to touch B again, they're genuinely terrified of hurting them.

They're biting the inside of their cheek as they try to stop themselves from crying. Their hands shaking as they attempt to keep themselves occupied to prevent their thoughts from spiraling out of control to the worst case scenario

A doesn't know what to do, they're terrified and all their attempts to help keep failing miserably

No, they don't have time to break down, B needs them. A takes a deep breath in as they turn around and leave the room to look for heating pad, maybe that could help with B's pain

When they get back into the room B is passed out over the edge of the bed, bile and drool dripping from their mouth, a small puddle of water on the floor. Their shoulders jolt as a burp has more clear vomit trickling from their lips

"B…?H-hey…" A immediately rushes to their side, their heart racing. B's eyes are barely open and they seem to be completely out of it, they're burning up, and most likely dehydrated . A begins shaking them and tapping on their face, desperate to get B to wake up. B just gives them a soft groan back, not really hearing them

They're not sure how they made it there, but they find themselves dragging B into the bathtub under the cold stream of the shower. They're moving on autopilot, fear and worry completely clouding their thoughts

B's fever was way too high, dangerously so, and that was the only solution they managed to come up with. They realize a second too late they threw B into the water fully clothed. It doesn't matter, they don't have time for that now

A shifts nervously as they wait for any kind of reaction from B. After a while B's eyes slowly begin to open as they groan

"C-cold" B is shivering from head to toe, and at the sound of their voice A breaks down sobbing from relief

"D-don't scare me like that again" A sobs out, gently stroking B's hair back, cupping their face with their hand as they brush their thumb against their cheek

A few minutes later B is wrapped in a towel, sitting over the edge of the bathtub and still shivering

"My head hurts…" B groans weakly, their hand moving to clutch at it

"That's because you need water. I'll help you to bed and then you can try to drink some, alright?"

B hums softly, closing their eyes as A dries their hair. They're exhausted and laying down really does sounds nice

As B gets seated back on bed A passes them the glass of water "Small sips, ok? I don't want you to get sick again"

B obliges, handing the glass back to A once they're finished "A…? Could you… could you lay down with me…?"

A soft smile appears on A's face "Of course, come here" A climbs into bed and opens their arms so B can snuggle closer

B returns the hug, sighing as they bury their head on A's shoulder. B is still sick, and A is still worried, but for now they allow themselves to relax into the other's embrace

[thotsforvillainrights]

(It’s 1 a.m. currently. This is not a request but I just miss Kai so I’m gonna make him miss the reader too.)

~Kai’s S/O and the Long Trip~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Although he seemed stoic 90% of the time (and he was), he still expressed emotions in his own special way. One of those emotions was longing. Yes when you’re around he pretends like he’s annoyed, and he may very well be! However, his tune changes when the two of you are apart for an extended period of time. Pops likes to joke around and call it the love bug. “My how that boy is sick without you haha!” The old man teased you one day over tea time. Kai couldn’t help it. When you were away it felt like his other half was missing from him. It was too empty, too quiet, and it reminded him of a not so grand time before you came into his life. 

-You can imagine what he acted like when it finally came time for the annual friend expedition! This was the once a year trip you and your group of friends go on. It’s a way to reconnect after having been separated for such a long time in different places. It usually only lasted a week or less but to Kai it was like having you away for an entire year! Even though he was silent mostly on the topic, you could tell he was gearing up for it by following you around like a puppy and watching you pack your bag. You giggled to yourself before turning around abruptly and staring at him. Although his mask was adjusted tightly on his face as always, you could easily read his emotion seeping from his eyes. You sighed and held your arms out to him. Without a single moment of hesitation he crossed the room and hugged you tightly. “Angel, why must you go on these foolish trips with those people anyway? I can take you where you want to go just as easily.” He grumbled into your neck and you laughed, pulling out of the hugs. “Those people are my friends Kai, and anyway it’ll be fine ha! I’m only gonna be gone for a few days. I know you can handle it.”

-When the day came for your departure, he didn’t leave until he watched you walk out of sight. He grimaced and looked down at his phone so he could view you on the tracking application he installed (that you both agreed on. Basically life360). Even with the app telling him your location he still couldn’t help but to worry about you 24/7. The very next day he wondered if you were eating, if you’d slept well, if your flight went okay, if maybe you were having fun, was anyone trying to approach you and court you over there, what about the security where you were at? His mind ran a million miles an hour and the others noticed easily. “I guess Y/N is doing that trip thing with her/his/their friends again huh.” Setsuno mumbled while tidying a spilled lunch in one of the break rooms. “Yeah, boss is going a little crazy again. You know the drill. Stay out of the way and make sure not to mess up.” Hojo replied before taking a sip of his coffee.

-Hojo was right. Not only did he worry and miss you but his emotions were impacted as well. Every single little slip-up would be blown out of proportion when you weren’t around him. As Chrono would call it, you were the medicine to calm the beast in him down. Without you being around as a buffer, most situations cost the men in the Hassaikai their life...Although Pops stepped in to make Chisaki bring them back to life of course. At any rate he was going to lose his mind without you there. The man even had trouble sleeping without you by his side. He tossed and turned unable to get comfortable at all. Its funny as a passing thought when he remembers the days cherishing the empty space in his bed. He remembers always saying to himself that he’d rather die than to have another person hogging his blankets and spreading their filth/germs in the bed with him. Now look how the mighty have fallen. 

-He also blows up your phone with text messages a lot when you’re away like this. It actually makes you laugh a bit at seeing how much he misses you but he won’t admit it. He does things out of his usual characteristics around the house just as an excuse to talk to you. On the 4th day of your trip you can remember him sending you an obscure meme just to get a reaction out of you so he could text or call. It’s not like you were ignoring him no! It’s just that you didn’t have time to reach out to him first since he was beating you to the punch with everything!

-When you returned to him you frowned at taking in his appearance. The bags under his eyes were a sure fire way to tell he hadn’t even been sleeping without you. Even though he won’t admit he missed you, he still has his ways of expressing himself. “Angel, I’m glad you returned.” He holds you closely and inhales you before slipping his mask down to shower you in kisses. “I’m glad to be home.” You replied.

[payservewomen]

I’m tempted to say “I’ve hit a new low”😔 but in reality, I’ve been at rock bottom for…a very long time. Years I suppose.

But at least a few years ago, I interacted with women outside of work. But now? I don’t even leave my bedroom on my days off from work.

I sit on my bed, watching humiliation clips; calling ignore phone lines; taking embarrassing photos of myself; edging myself, oftentimes for many hours(almost never less than 4hrs. up to 12hrs)

The one newer development is- I’ll edge for a while, but then the sadness/anxiety makes me go limp….or i’ll be semi hard but my loser penis only grows slightly larger.

It’s like i’m trying to keep in as small as possible, because I know it should be teeny tiny. It CAN grow to 7in but considering how pathetic I am, part of me wishes I had a microdick. Then I could forget these thoughts i have of becoming a normal person again.

Then I could search 24/7 for a superior woman who wants to use and abuse me.

I fantasize about meeting a woman and dating….Getting comfortable with her to the point that I’m able to do the best I’m capable of in making her orgasm…. But then we open up and share kinks etc….and i know as time goes on, there will be many times my dick doesn’t work.

Slowly over time, she realizes just how much of a beta i am, and begins flirting with real, confident men.

By this time, we’re living together; Maybe one month she asks me to cover all the rent, then bills and spends her money on going out….Then a “friend” of hers(maybe with a unisex name that’s usually a woman’s name)is coming into town; she offers our place to stay….Tells me to make dinner etc saying “ali loves lobster tails and filet mignon! I know ur low on money, but it’s ok! I’ll still have enough left until ur next paycheck! Thanks sweetie! Maybe we’ll meet at the airport, then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, flight gets in i think about 5pm but who knows if it’ll be on time”

I get off work, begin prepping everything….texting her asking if ali’s plane arrived at 5:30….”it did but we’re tryna find the luggage etc. With traffic it’ll take quite a while, plan for a late dinner!”

By 6:30, still nothing, so i text then call to find her phones off.

I figure she’ll probably be walking in any minute….So i check the “find my iphone” tryna be extra sweet and have everything timed perfectly. I see it moved from the airport towards home and begin making dinner….Until i realize another hour has passed. I check it again to see it’s been somewhere between home and the airport for 2 hours now!

Next thing i know, it’s 10, then 11, then 12 midnight!

I’m dozing off and finally see a text “Omg babe i’m sorry! I lost track of time! Ali said getting a hotel room would be easier, and we’ve just been catching up but ugh it got so late and you know how i don’t like to drive at night anyway, so I’m just gonna stay here tonight, see ya tomorrow!”

I just fall asleep, and wake in the AM to see several weird video texts from a number i don’t know….I hear giggling and a man’s voice….almost seeming like someone’s trying to record something and my gf saying “no stop don’t! that’s mean ali!” There’s at least 4-5 clips like that, the last one ending with my girlfriends sexy belly on the screen. I figure ohhh they’re just having fun i guess? But it did give me a bad feeling in my stomach….

Those vids were sent at about 1am. Then at 2am, just a close up of what i’m sure is my gf’s skin, but i can’t tell what part of her body…..but the audio on it was simply my gfs voice sounding like she’s whining or moaning or something? and saying “mmmmm ohhhhk fuck it”

Then 30mins later the clip begins blacked out, but with clear audio…just sounds like licking and slurping….Then a man’s voice “yeah worship it bitch. Now, say it” then the phone moves, showing an arrogant looking man smiling, then it slowly pans down over his entire perfectly fit muscular body….very slowly, stopping on each part of his stunningly perfect body….i mean this guy had an 8pack! Absolutely chiseled in every way. Then it stops to show his abs and v-lines, and then slowly shows his balls…I didn’t know balls could actually be that big!

Then slowly as possible, the camera moves to show the thickest cock i’ve ever seen!

Then the vids stop…but there’s a text at 4am with only an address….my gf knows i wake up for work at 4am…

i call and text her but her phones off ofc. I go to work, and finally around noon, my gf calls saying she’s going shopping with Ali, saying she didn’t bring any of her credit cards asking if i’ve got any money left…i tell her i’m not sure how much, but i’ve got $500 in a sportsbook app from winning the night before…”omg babe that’s perfect! Don’t worry i can move it from there, is it your normal password?” I answer yes, and ask her just to leave at least $100 or so….

And ask if theyre gonna be having dinner tonight…”yeah sweetie we are! I’ll let you know when we’re on the way”

I ask her wtf all those vids were. and who that guy was and she replies “huh? Wait what? You’re telling me you got videos from a random number?! And it had a perfect man’s body with a horse cock?! Lol babe i dunno what websites you’ve been visiting but i’d imagine it’s something to do with that!🤣 What?! u think i’m cheating on you with an old friend or something?! jk! Love u babe”

I hang up the phone and immediately get the same text with the same address, i look up the address to find a really really nice hotel is there. Then another text comes through simply saying “penthouse suite, beta cuck”

Then another text….just a screenshot of a receipt from stub hub for tickets to the nuggets game that night, 5:10pm. 2 tickets, $250 each, wow, better than i’ve ever had for sure.

Then one more text again with the hotels address, saying “ur welcome to stop by whenever, but i suggest you either wait for us to get there or something. not getting up to open the door if we busy fuckin. Can’t wait to see your bitch ass cry🤣”

This one hits me like a ton of bricks and it’s feeling more n more that it’s gotta be exactly what it seems….but no way she’d do this to me!

The great part of our relationship is complete and total honesty and openness! My gf, allison is kinky and loves to be a dirty slut, and we have talked about her fucking others, maybe even a gangbang!

But we’d only done a handful of super kinky things….we’re both submissive so it’s kinda hard to push it and try really crazy n kinky things….we both need that more aggressive attitude!

But i know she loves me deeply. We’ve such an intensely strong emotional connection, more than either of us ever have!

Still no word from my gf and it’s 8pm. At 9pm she finally texts me but it’s the exact same as from the other phone number and it’s just the hotel address and room number…..I call her back, and it rings and rings until going to voicemail. Maybe she didn’t hear it, i call again…it rings 3-4times, less than the last time, then goes to voicemail. I try again and it rings twice then voicemail….Again, same thing. I call yet AGAIN, prob the 6th time and it goes straight to voicemail!

I check the phone locator app and see her phone was at ball arena(nuggets play there)the length of the game….and moved to exactly where the hotel is.

I get dressed, now fearing the worst, but thinking “ok this makes no sense! Either she’s playing some joke on me; something weird like that or some surprise for me?”But i do realize that the most likely thing is…maybe she’s been partying with her friend, she cheated and isn’t sure how to deal with me…..But what’s up with the pics etc? ofc she’s aware of my pervy kinks etc, and she’s prob making it seem like she’s cheating on me, i’m hoping!

I walk to the light rail station, and get on the train….Ugh yeh don’t have the money to get an uber…i checked my bet365 account to see its at zero!

Wtf?! I had some futures bets….ones i could cash out for about $250 total, but they were all just cashed out! i’ve not one bet at all and no money here!

I see that $800 was withdrawn and my bank account was credited $800! But $500 used for the tickets, and $300 spent at some weird fancy store downtown.

Ok that’s it i’ve gotta see what’s up as i’m sitting on the train, mind running wild. Fuck, i gotta get off and walk 20mins, then get a bus!

I get off the train, walking to the bus stop…..Bus finally comes and oh fuck, as i’m tryna buy a bus ticket on the app(for $2.75) It dawns on me “fuck i don’t have enough money in my account” i look at the driver and say “i’m not sure why it’s not working” he looks at it and says “yeah cuz you’re card is being declined, sorry” and closes the doors.

I’m defeated and want to cry. Looking at google, i see it’ll take 2.5 hours to walk there….

It’s now almost 10pm and i consider going back home, but then wtf?! I can’t just sit at home wondering wtf is going on!

So i walk and walk…i watch the clip again and again of the perfect man’s body, fantasizing that the woman i’m in love with is cheating on me in the meanest way possible….Finally, it’s after midnight and I arrive at the hotel….I ask the front desk how to get to the penthouse, and she tells me “the elevator is right over there, but Sir, there isn’t anyone staying there right now”

I thank her and walk away tryna figure out what to do.

I text my gf asking why she texted me that address. she texts back right away with another address! I lose it and call a few times, each time it’s sent to voicemail. I text her back yelling “OK WTF is going on?! What’s your problem? Tell me what’s happening right fucking now!”

She texts back “i’m sorry sweetie, i didn’t mean to upset you! Just having fun with my friend, sorry guess i didn’t realize….I’ll be home tonight, but we’re out, omg babe i’m so drunk! I’ll see you at home, probably late!”

So i begin to walk back home…and remember the light rail isn’t running anymore….Now, I’ve got a 3.5 hour walk!

Finally i arrive home, it rained a little and i’m soaked, socks wet, and miserable and exhausted….

I open the door and hear slurping sounds and my gf giggling. My heart sinks and i already know what’s happening….I yell “wtf are you laughing about?! The fuck is wrong with you, ur being a fucking bitch!”

And i see the same man from the clips emerge from my bedroom, butt naked….he’s holding my favorite shirt, sweat dripping off his immaculate body and he wipes it off, then wipes his asshole with it, now it has skidmarks and throws it at me, saying “wtf did you say bitch?”

I ask who he is and what he’s doing at my place he replies “whatever tf i feel like doing faggot!” I say no it’s my place, and no i’m not gay” i emphasize gay, since i’m not a fan of bigotry and homophobia…”yeh didn’t say your gay, but you ARE a bitch ass faggot! Wtf you gonna do about it, huh? that’s wtf i thought, now, on your knees…obey or i’m gonna beat you up so badly….maybe you’ll get outta the hospital by the time i get out of jail, but it’s your choice” while making his pecs bounce in a very intimidating way. he walks up to me cracking his knuckles saying “ya know, i really DO hope you put up a fight; nobody ever wants to fight me” I look him up and down, knowing he’d kill me quickly….He’s gotta be a foot taller than me….im 5’9 and he’s gotta be at least 6’6!

I ask if i can take my shoes and wet socks off first and he laughs then slaps me in the face, open handed but hard, immediately followed by a left handed slap, i lose my balance and stumble to my knees, then i say “ok ok” on my knees looking up at him.

“Thank me for bullying you. Do it bitch” i thank him, he laughs, spits on me and gives me a wedgie….i make noise indicating it’s hurting, and he proceeds to give me an atomic wedgie…laughs then demands i take my clothes off but keep my wet socks on….

He laughs hysterically at my dick and shouts “baby, how tf were you actually fucking THIS?! omfg, ok come on slut”

And i see my love…she’s crawling on all fours..crawls up to this greek god and begins kissing his feet. She works her way up his legs, as she kisses and licks literally every inch of his perfect body.

Ali then says “ok now, don’t make me tell you again”

She looks me directly in my eyes “Bobby, keep looking in my eyes, ali says we must keep eye contact and he’s in charge here, ok? Please listen to what he says, i don’t want you to get hurt, i really don’t…not physically anyway. I say that because i i i DO want you to get emotionally hurt. I am sorry but when Ali told me he wanted to fuck me, i told him about you. Over months he kept teasing me for fucking such a loser; i love you but you are a loser. He’s been sending me pics of him, and the girls he fucks and omg babe, they cum so hard, and I fondly remembered being fucked by ali. I broke up with him cuz he cheated constantly and i thought that wasn’t ok, Now i realize how superior he is. It’s a small price to pay to be allowed to touch a superior man, im sure you understand. After i admitted how badly i wanted him he began insulting you and making fun of you. He made me take pics and record our sex, and that’s why i haven’t cum in so long, he said i wasn’t allowed with a loser like you. Ali is a sadist, he loves to make women worship him and loves nothing more than breaking beta men like you. That’s not an insult; you’re a beta, he’s an alpha, ya know?

He’s been planning for months to do this….it’s his masterpiece of destroying a loser!”

By this time i’m crying, tears streaming down my face…

“now bobby, we’re recording all of this and you’re now going to thank ali for making your fantasies come true. I know it hurts; the goal is to break you. Ali and i will marry, and you will work for us and live in a tiny room in the basement. U will be used and abused. I know it hurts but this is your new life now. Sure you can run away or something, but then ali will send all the vids and clips to your entire contact list.

But right now you’re going to beg ali to let you eat his sweaty asshole, do it you fucking piece of shit!” By this time ali is rubbing her pussy with his foot and it’s making her horny af….mmm fuck, i fucking hate you loser!” And she spits on me, confusing and hurting me.

I begin to beg to eat his asshole….

And wow, I began this planning on just whining about being so sad and pathetic but then wrote all this…wow i’ve got issues

[reidsaurora]

Part Nine: "The Nicer Nurses" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When New Year's arrives, and things begin to go back to normal, both Spencer and Imogen learn valuable lessons: (1) that Spencer is a runner, and (2) how important it is to know the nicer nurses.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Imogen Sterren (bipolar!OC)

Word Count: 2,300

Content Warning: gonna rate this R16+ for slight sexual content (sex + making out are both mentioned but neither are described in detail), physical violence? (Imogen kicks a nurse), takes place at the sanitarium, mentions of medications, mentions of a needle, small mention of food consumption, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff to Angst with a lil suggestive stuff?

Extra Notes: we don't need to talk about the summary, it's shite ik

Based On the Song: Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift

Originally Written: 11/24/2022 through 12/24/2022

Beta Read By: @reidsbookclub

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"Soon You'll Get Better" series masterlist can be found here!

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧." - 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

One week had passed since Christmas. One week had passed since Spencer had realized just how scared he was for a future—or the lack thereof—with Imogen.

The week had been fairly calm. Spencer and Imogen spent their Christmas night wrapped in one another's embrace, entranced by the many things each of their bodies had to offer.

The next morning, the two flew to Las Vegas, hand-in-hand and cheek-to-cheek for the entire five hours of their flight.

The next few days had been spent slowly easing themselves back into their normal routine. Spencer spent most of his time at Bennington with his mother, while Imogen spent most of her time tucked away in her room, blotting down nearly every thought in her head onto her favorite notepad. Spencer had only snuck into Imogen's room once for a steamy make out session, though it was cut short when he had to hide under the bed to keep the nurse from seeing him.

Now, it was New Year's Eve and Spencer found himself savoring every second he had left with his mom before he flew back home the next day.

The two sat side-by-side in the rec room, Diana knitting the last of her yellow blanket and Spencer working on a word search.

"Hey, Mom?" Spencer started, looking away from his book.

Diana placed her knitting needles on her lap, looking up at her son. "Yes, Spencer?"

His stomach flipped as he asked, "How do you know if someone's the one?"

"Well, I've read many a romance novel in my lifetime," she said, placing a hand on the man's knee, "and I can say with complete certainty that… you just know."

"Did you know? With William, I mean." He couldn't bring himself to ever call him 'Dad'.

Her lips formed into a thin line as she thought. After a moment, she answered, "I suppose I did. No one had ever given me that nice, fuzzy feeling in my stomach before I met him."

Diana pouted, looking down. "Though, I suppose he didn't get that feeling from me in return."

Spencer's chest panged as he took his mother's hands in his own. "Hey, it's been almost fifteen years and we haven't needed him yet. Why should we start needing him now?"

"Doesn't mean it hurts any less, son," she reminded him. "Though, I think that's what makes you a much better person than your father."

His eyebrows furrowed. "How do you figure?"

The woman gave him quite possibly the kindest smile he'd ever seen. "You're strong. I know that no matter how hard things get for you, you'd never run away like he did. In fact, you'd stumble headfirst into the fire before you left someone to burn by themself."

He felt a prick of guilt shoot through his stomach as he listened to her words. With every word she said, he felt like doing just that—running. From Bennington, from the mess he'd created with Imogen, from the pain he was sure to feel on his flight home tomorrow.

For a moment, he reconsidered her words. Maybe he had stumbled headfirst into loving Imogen. After everything that happened on Christmas, he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do or a big, messy mistake.

The room went silent as they turned back to their respective activities. Still, the only way Spencer found to drown out the silence was by letting his mind race, something he was regretting now and knew he'd definitely regret later.

Soon enough, night had fallen and Spencer tip-toed his way into Imogen's room. She lay in bed, reading by way of the dim bathroom light.

"Hey, bookworm," he chuckled as he entered, closing the door behind himself. "Whatcha reading this time?"

"Oh, nothing," she smirked. "Just a little book called Pride and Prejudice."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Why would you pull that old thing out?"

She giggled, dog-earing her page and placing the book on the nightstand. "You know, you remind me of Mr. Darcy in a way."

"I believe he's described as 'haughty, reserved, and fastidious'. Is that correct?"

This time, Imogen was the one to roll her eyes. "Well, yes, but I meant caring and unselfish."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, I certainly know none of my ex boyfriends would hold my hand for five hours just because I was scared of a little turbulence."

He chuckled. "No, that was just because I myself was afraid of the turbulence."

"That too!" she exclaimed. "None of my ex boyfriends would ever admit that fears exist. They'd rather man up and pretend I was a helpless, scared, little girl who needed protection. You, on the other hand, let me protect you too."

He leaned over, kissing her forehead. He pulled away before looking down at his watch. "Hey, we still have an hour until New Year's. Anything you wanna do until then?"

She stayed silent, looking away from him.

"Hey," he said, pulling her chin back up, "you OK?"

Her eyes darted away as she shook her head. "I'm OK. I just have a lot on my mind."

Spencer leaned down, giving her a long and firm kiss. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek—a subtle attempt to deepen the kiss.

He pulled away for a beat before saying, "I think I know a way to distract you."

She scoffed softly. "Are you crazy, Spencer Reid? These doors do not have locks."

"Well, maybe someone will walk in and realize why they should give you locks."

Imogen rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her mouth. "What has gotten into you?"

He pouted, though he considered her words for a moment. Eventually, he answered, "I just want to enjoy you while I still have you."

"Spencer," she said, placing a hand softly on his face, "I'm not going anywhere."

"No, but I am."

Imogen felt her stomach do a somersault. She pulled away from him, not even having the strength to ask what he meant.

Spencer answered anyway, regardless of whether he'd been prompted to or not. "Imogen, I won't have any more vacation days until the end of summer. Are you really prepared to go without seeing me for almost a whole year?"

Without any hesitation, she replied, "Of course I am, Spencer. Because I love you. And I'd like to think you love me just as much. I am willing to make this work if you can."

Tears slid down his cheeks as he looked away, his heart spasming at the idea of having to look into those teal eyes and tell her the exact opposite of what she'd just said.

He didn't have to say it. She knew what was coming. She'd seen it before, when her last boyfriend figured out she was bipolar.

She looked down at her shaking hands, watching as her fingers managed to fidget with each other. "You don't want to make it work, do you?"

He lifted her chin again, looking directly into those ocean blues he loved so much. "It's not that. I just don't want to make you go through that. Not knowing when I'll be back. Knowing that I can't just fly in and help you when you're doing bad. Knowing that you were all the way out here, living a life of misery that I could've prevented… I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"Did you ever stop and think maybe I wouldn't be living a life of misery if I had you in it?"

He sighed, looking away from her. "Immy-"

"Don't 'Immy' me, Spence, OK?" she nearly shouted, sitting up further. Her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest as she continued, "Every time you've used that nickname this week, it's been used in a bad way. I want you to use it in a good way. A way I want to remember. You know, since you're leaving me because my life would just be so awful with you living a thousand miles away."

He gulped hard, but stayed silent. He didn't dare interrupt Imogen Sterren during a rant. Especially not when it was something that needed to be said.

"Spencer, I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but contrary to what you might think, my life has been thirty times better with you in it. Even when you were 2,423 miles away."

"You-"

"Yes, I counted. Because for every mile between us, my love for you stretches ten times further," she told him, tears brimming her eyes.

His head fell. He didn't even have the strength to look at her. "I'm so sorry, sunflower."

Imogen reached over, placing a hand under his chin. "Look at me. Please."

He slowly lifted his head, tears sitting on the edges of his own eyes. His stomach panged with every possible emotion—guilt, worry, sadness, love.

"I love you, Spencer. No amount of miles between us is gonna stop that. I don't care if I don't see you for a decade, I am still going to love you with every inch of my being."

The two shared a slow and passionate kiss, which turned into slow, passionate, euphoric love making. Their hands were clasped together the entire time, as if holding on to one another for as long as they possibly could. The only time their lips parted was when Spencer's watch beeped, prompting him to say, "Happy New Year, sunflower," to which Imogen replied with, "It will be the happiest one yet, because I have you in it this time."

Spencer lay beside Imogen until he was sure she had fallen asleep, only getting up once he heard soft puffs escaping her nose. He left a ghost of a kiss on her hairline before sneaking out of the room and tip-toeing down the hall to his mother's room.

He wasn't entirely sure Diana was asleep when he'd arrived (she was not asleep, but she wasn't going to let him know that), but her eyes were closed and she was bundled up tightly underneath a pink blanket she'd knitted for herself. He left a ghost of a kiss on her forehead as well before climbing under the heated blanket he'd brought along, hoping somehow the warmth of the blanket would transfer to his heart.

The next morning arrived, Spencer only waking up once the nurse came in for Diana's morning medication. He secretly cursed himself for sleeping in so late, knowing he'd regret it the next day when he had to be at work bright and early.

The room stayed silent as he moved from his own bed to the edge of Diana's. The nurse gave him a small smile as she pulled her med cart toward the door, quickly moving on to the next room.

"No! No, no, no!!"

Spencer hopped up from the bed. "That sounded like Imogen," he said, his lungs feeling as though they'd collapse.

He sprinted as fast as his feet would carry him down the hall and into Imogen's room. "Imogen!" he called, shoving the door open.

Imogen squirmed on the bed as the nurse from that first night—Betty he'd learned her name was—attempted to give Imogen her morning medication.

"Imogen, you have to take these medicines!" she shouted, her voice teetering on the edge of lashing out at her.

Spencer breathed heavily, assessing what he should do. He managed to say, "Please don't shout at her. It scares her even more than she already is."

"Mr. Reid," she sassed as she turned around, her voice rising higher, "I've tried just about everything in the book to get Imogen to take these medicines! Unless you have a better idea of what I should do, you should leave."

And with that, she turned back to Imogen. "Imogen, open your mouth. You have to take these medications."

Imogen's jaw clenched down as she squirmed even more, trying to wriggle away from Betty.

The nurse sat the medicine down before grabbing a needle. "Imogen, I'm going to have to give you a shot of Valium, OK?"

Imogen shoved Betty's hand, the needle falling to the floor and rolling underneath the bed. "No! Don't make me take those!"

"Please," Spencer nearly begged, "just bring in one of the nicer nurses. I'm sure she'll listen to them just fine."

"Mr. Reid, you need to get out of here!"

Imogen wriggled again, moving her legs from underneath the blanket. She kicked hard, hitting Betty in the shin and causing her to tumble to the floor.

"Imogen!" Spencer shouted, his eyes growing as big as saucers.

Betty hit the floor with a thud!, a groan escaping her lips. "Aahhh," she winced, "my hip."

Spencer rushed to help Betty out of the floor, but it was no use. She just shoved his hand away. "You started this. She didn't act this way until she met you."

His heart raced as he ran out of the room, tears streaming down his cheeks. He rushed around Diana's room, collecting his things and avoiding eye contact with his mother.

"Spencer?" she asked, looking up from her breakfast.

"Not now, Mom. I'm sorry," he managed to say, rubbing his cheek with the back of his sleeve.

He threw things haphazardly into his duffel bag, for once too preoccupied to make sure everything was in its correct place. He needed to get out of there, and fast.

"Son, what's wrong?" Diana asked, her eyes heavy.

He picked up the duffel from its place on the dresser before ambling over to his mother, giving her a passive kiss on the forehead. "I gotta go away for a while, Mom. I'm sorry."

And with that, Spencer was out the door, running away, exactly like his mother had told him not to.

"𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭." - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲

As Grecy once said... Spencer went "wheels up in .5"

YALL!!! this chapter was probably the one i've been most looking forward to writing since i outlined this series. i always had this idea of Spencer and Diana bonding when he went back and i feel like i tackled it beautifully if i do say so myself hehehe

anyway, i hope you all enjoyed! i am so excited for you guys to get to the finale of this series fr

also i need everyone to ignore that i didn't post this before midnight, i was celebrating new years ok

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[mangonatural]

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

Thank you for the tag, @angelcasendgame!!!!! I am not sure I will be able to work on anything very soon just because life came after me again, and turns out I'm gonna be moving over the next month or so, but I really do hope I can find time!!

None of these have names yet lol. I put the SPN ones first, but technically I've been trying to break my writer's block by returning to The Great Gatsby (It's all Nick/Gatsby btw, just realized that might not be immediately evident) with limited success. It's always come easier for me. But all of this is stuff I do actively want to work on.

Ohh I don't know who to tag. I'm sure everyone in this circle has been tagged already, and most of the people I talk to regularly enough to know about their projects have more or less left Tumblr... I do absolutely want to pass this your way though, @antique-ro-man!! (It's Wes, btw!) I also wanna tag @heyfagbutt! And then anyone else who sees this and wants to participate, I also encourage it!! This is such a cool idea :D !!

Long, rambling explanations down here ⬇⬇

I think the name is pretty explanatory? The gist of it is they go after the same guy and become pseudo-enemies but they keep bumping into each other like this and decide to work together after a while 👍 this is a really bad hook LMAO. Anyway, I'm trying to build on the idea that they work REALLY well together when they do it intentionally but fail comically when they don't.

Pretty much what it says on the tin as well. No Supernatural AU. Dean goes to a community college to get a certification to help with his work elsewhere, but Cas, a figure drawing model, catches him drawing (which Dean's been doing on and off as a hobby) and tries to get him to sign up for the arts program.

I technically only have a summary of this, and I'm not entirely sure if I will write it all out, but I do want to at least put more time into the development before I dedicate to giving up on it bc of scope lol. I just have SUCH a soft spot for fake relationship AUs. Also, I just found out that while I have FINALLY aged into independent FAFSA eligibility, I am once again tax bracketed out. Anyway, financial abuse is real and I want to project my suffering onto Dean. Also immigrant Cas, but I haven't decided where I want him to be from yet. I think this has a lot of potential for some pretty hefty character redesigns too so it's also compelling to me from that angle. I guess I could also write it for TGG, but I did initially think of it for Destiel, so.

I don't know how to explain this one very well except that I had unhelpfully written "poolboy au" in my notes and then proceeded to forget what the hell I meant. This fic was an attempt to resurrect that but ended up being a funky modern West Coast re-imagining where Gatsby can't even "make it" as much as he wants to, and Nick can't find a place to live except for a less-than-legally rented pool house. It's not meant to be a full rewrite or anything though.

Uhhh yeah, I'm keeping the details private for this one ahaha but that's just because it wasn't supposed to be a big deal and I told a friend she would see what it was when it was done...like oh god probably a month ago at this point... My original scope for this was quite small, but research for it, indecision, and a nasty case of writer's block that I've had for nearly a year now have kept development a bit slow. Hopefully, I'll finish it before the year comes to a close.

I also don't know how to explain this one well other than "after being rejected by Daisy (Canon Divergent), Gatsby attempts to buy his way into a bewildered Nick's heart. Though the fic is from Nick's POV, Gatsby's just had his worldview shattered and is in a bit of denial, but instead of pursuing Daisy harder, he channels all of that energy into Nick (though he's not really sure why he's doing it at first). I wasn't sure what to put up at the top because I absolutely don't want my code name for this public at least until it's done LMAO.

[meteor752]

Logbook

Based on these posts, specifically this one, where the kids all survive but are left on the server

Tw: Death, Abandonment, Description of corpses, killing of dogs, depression, grief, starvation, dying of thirst, suicide (But like a mild way), insomnia, hallucinations, probably something else that I forgot but like this is not a happy story at all

Logbook day 1: Mom and Dad died a week ago now. We buried them by the ravine where dad’s bleeding heart used to be. There wasn’t much to bury though, the dogs had gotten to the majority of what was left of them. For any normal person it would be freaky, but it just felt fitting to have dad look like a maimed corpse just like mom and I always look.

I’ve started writing these just to have something to pass the time. We’re stuck here, so it’s not like I have anything else to do

I’ll keep you updated

Logbook day 3: Wes has finally finished the shelter he’s been working on. Since the majority of our homes were either blown up or burnt down, we decided to just make new ones. Novo and Gertrude are staying together, as are Jassy and Liana. Johnny still hasn’t left the ranch. I see him there sometimes, by his parents graves, either sleeping sobbing or staring into the abyss. I think I’m gonna go check on him

Logbook day 8: The last one of Pearl’s dogs has been killed now. Jassy and Novo have been doing that for a few days. It was Novo’s idea.

Wes talks in his sleep. He’s always done that, but before it was just incoherent mumbling. Now it’s pleas and cries for his fathers. I usually wake him up when it happens, but sometimes I just let him sleep. People like him need their sleep

Logbook day 24: Liana has spent the last few hours trying to fly. I don’t know why she’s doing it, she’s known since she was a kid that she can’t fly, but she’s not stopping. I think she’s just trying to find something to do

Logbook day 88: Jassy and I spent the day raiding the pillager tower. We got some good exorcise out of it, but little progress was done as they just kept on respawning. I only died five times, and Jassy three.

Logbook day 147: I saw a goat today. Hasn’t seen one of those in a while. I went to show Johnny, but he still hasn’t left their grave. There’s vines and moss growing on him now. I left him be

Logbook day 233: My cloak got torn to pieces by a spider earlier. I didn’t care enough to stop it. It’s weird not covering my hair, but I don’t mind it as much anymore

Logbook day 454: Novo and Gertrude had an argument, so Gertrude is staying with us for a few days. She snores, but I don’t mind it. It makes the nights less lonely

Logbook day 896: Saw a frog today. I petted it and it hopped away

Logbook day 1233: Novo has decided to stop sleeping. I don’t know what his reasoning for it is, though to be honest I never know what’s going on with him. Jassy and Gertrude are both joining him, and technically so am I. It would’ve impossible for me not to join

Let’s see how long they last

Logbook day 1246: The sleep strike is over. Novo’s visions got worse and he eventually killed himself. Gertrude said that when he respawned, he fell right to sleep and hasn’t woken up yet. I knew it was a stupid idea

Logbook day 2456: Something strange happened yesterday after I finished the log. The sun stopped in the middle of the sky. It’s been up there for longer than it should’ve, and I would know considering our house is decked with clocks. Gertrude also informed us that the animals don’t breed like they used to, and that the crops don’t seem to grow. I don’t know what’s going on but I don’t like it

Logbook day 2463: It’s official, the world has stopped moving. None of us know why

Logbook day 2657: We ran out of food today. Starving is a painful way to die

Logbook day 3121: I was tasked with getting Johnny away from his dads grave again. He looks more like a zombie than I do nowadays

Logbook day 4555: It’s getting harder to keep track of the days. I’m just guessing at this point

Logbook day 5367: Liana and Jassy married each other today. None of us can legally officiate, but as the child of the winners Novo took it upon himself to do so. We managed to get Johnny to show up, though he didn’t look present at all

Logbook day 8965: Novo has been repeatedly slamming himself into the border, hoping to somehow escape it. It’s tempting to see all the cows and pigs move about outside, when we can’t reach it

Logbook day ????: I don’t know what day it is anymore. I don’t know a lot actually.

Final logbook: We were exploring the undercity for the hundredth time earlier, when we found a rift. It looks like a Nether portal, but bigger, and grander, and just…different. There’s nothing left for us here, hasn’t been for a while, so we’re gathering our few essentials and leaving. I’m not gonna bring this book with me, so this will be the last you hear of me.

Jekiv out

[chidoknowshit]

A very Netflix Sandman

So, I just finished The Sandman, it's probably one of the most accurate renditions of a book I've ever seen, except maybe 1985 Pride and Prejudice, which also means that it doesn't really add more to the story. All in all it was a good production and I can see those who have never read the comics enjoying it very well, to me though it was just putting a real human face to Morpheus and the rest. A good way to pass a couple of days but nothing to really write home about.

More thoughts on it under the cut

So while I enjoyed it pretty well there were two major problems to me:

the first was how utterly Netflix the show was. I am no cinema expert and I admit freely that I understand very little about framing and cameras but there is something very specific about Netflix shows that I'm sure everyone who has watched more than one series has noticed. It's how utterly likely they are to one another. I believe it has something to do with the shooting, but if you take The Witcher, Stranger things and The Sandman and ignore the plot you can actually believe that everything happens in the same universe for how similar the general atmosphere is and while in the first two it didn't really impact how I experienced the show, in something like The Sandman, where the atmosphere is half the appeal of the comics, the clean and cut way in which Netflix shot it really bothered me.

the second thing is how human the Endless and the other creatures were. Do not mistake me, most of the actors did a really good job but they lacked everything that made them such iconic characters: Dream looked like a guy who didn't get over his 2001 phase, Death was a woman with a nice necklace, Johanna Constantine with her white coat looked like a cosplayer (I loved her, still cosplay though) and the less said about the demons the better. They had one really great shot of Dream at the end of the first episode but the rest was rather disappointing, the only characters to emerge for design were Lucifer (I cannot be objective about Gwendoline Christie), the Corinthian and Desire.

Now that we got that out of the way some more ramblings about things in no particular order:

the show is way less gory than the comics which, whatever

24 hours was probably the episode that suffered the most for the lack of atmosphere imo, reading it in the comics felt like a fever dream (or better nightmare), this one didn't

I loved the outfits of Dream across the century, special mention to 16th and 17th century for being very hot in very different ways

if this Lucifer asked me to renounce Paradise and go fight the Endless i would

also the painting of Villa dei Misteri in Lucifer Palace ??? I want to believe they put them there because Lucifer has good taste and not because painting depicting Mysteries= satanic rituals

Yes, I cried during The sound of her wings

I would have liked to see John Constantine, i know they couldn't do it for copyrights problem and i liked Jenna Coleman but still, it would have been nice

Desire. Just Desire. The cat suit? "Next time I'm gonna draw blood"?? Helloooooo

[gamerswift13]

Need for Speed Unbound!

Or as I like to call it, High-speed Head-on Collision Simulator 2022

Kia ora, friends!

This is gonna just be a short one this week due to ongoing mental and physical health issues, but on that front I have some news: I think I’m slowly but surely getting better!

But anyway, I wanted to talk a little bit about Need for Speed Unbound this week because I have been playing it a lot over the last few weeks (when I have had the energy) and I can’t think of a game in recent history that has made me rage quit and want to throw my controller so many times but still is able to pull me back in. I love a good arcade racer; my favourite series in this genre is obviously Forza Horizon (and to a lesser extent Forza Motorsport, which I am still excited for in October), but I have been known to dip into Need for Speed now and then. This latest entry, launched last year, recently came to Xbox Game Pass, so I decided to check it out.

My first dive into this game was via Xbox Cloud Gaming and y’all, that service is great for some games, but for a game as fast-paced as Need for Speed Unbound, I absolutely do not recommend it 😅. Playing it this way, I was constantly crashing into things that I didn’t see because the frames fell out, so it didn’t take long for me to decide to make some space on the tiny Xbox Series S internal storage and download the game to play locally. Once I got that out of the way, I started to have a blast… for a while. My TV, which was 1080p, died a couple of months ago, so since then I’ve been using a TV I borrowed from my sister, which is 720p, and let me tell you, again for a game like this, it’s… a less than optimal way to play. Once I started getting into faster and faster cars, I started crashing into things again. A lot. This isn’t a failure of the game itself, I don’t think, I’m just playing it in a really stupid way 😭.

Apart from all the technical stuff I just mentioned, Need for Speed Unbound is really fun. I think my favourite part, though, has been customising my character, as well as the paint/wraps on some of my cars.

I wish I had more pictures of the different outfits I’ve had my character wear, (I haven’t had the time to go back to the game before writing) but I still really like this look. And oh boy do I love that car. It’s one of the cars the game gives you in the beginning, a Nissan GT-R from I want to say 1997 (or thereabouts), and it’s fast, great at drifting, extremely hot, but the best thing of all: I made it look queer and non-conforming as fuck.

The game limits what you can write on your cars, I assume because it’s possible other players could see it, so it wouldn’t let me write ‘queer’ or ‘gay’ or ‘bitch’ or ‘fascist’ - those first two are kind of bonkers considering the amount of queer representation this game contains, but I digress. So I substituted ‘fascist’ with the succinct ‘fash’, and instead of ‘basic bitch’ I wrote ‘basic beach’, which the latter is honestly kind of better anyway.

The racing is fun, though frustrating sometimes thanks to the game only giving you a maximum of retries per in-game 24-hour period, but what really stands out to me is that there is so much queer representation here - like way more than I’d have ever expected from a Need for Speed. There’s one NPC racer you meet and race against named Justicia who is from Mexico and is openly transfem. There are signs around the city that say things like ‘love is love’, or simply have the pride flag on them. And as you may have noticed on my car in the pictures above, you can just put the pride flag and trans flag all over your car if you want - and not just that, they have every single type of pride flag I could think of, which blew me away. Seriously, more games need to be this open about supporting queer communities. There’s also a bunch of representation for people all over the world - the music in Need for Speed Unbound includes tracks in Arabic, Japanese, Spanish, French, and a few I couldn’t nail down just by listening, and it’s honestly super refreshing.

Anyway, that’s all from me this week. Sorry if it feels a bit like it was put together at the last minute because, well, it was, but I wanted to make sure I had something for you.

Thanks so much for reading, y’all, I appreciate it. As always, if you have any comments or questions, hit me up on the social links at the bottom of the page, or flick me an email! If you want to read more stuff from me, you can check out my Letterboxd reviews! This week I reviewed Robot Jox (1989), which I believe may have inspired some of the aesthetics of things like Neon Genesis Evangelion and Pacific Rim.

Stay safe and warm out there (or safe and cool, if you’re in the northern hemisphere!) y’all, and I’ll talk to you all again really soon. Ka kite anō au i a koe. 💚

Rebecca

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[sincerelyxnini]

ceo tae meets spideykoo

#taekookau

Young, rich CEO Taehyung has no time to think about self-righteous superheroes flying in the city, much less spend precious time talking to them in the dead of night.

Until spiderman falls through his office window at 3am, bruised and battered, pleading for help.

"Shit," Taehyung hisses. The hero is heavy in his arms, and definitely would've thumped to the floor had Taehyung not caught him.

Isn't it meant to be the other way around, the hero saving the innocent civilian? When Taehyung had woken up at 4am yesterday morning, he didn't think he'd still be here, almost 24 hours later, with a dazed and stumbling "mighty" hero clinging to him.

"Alright." Taehyung hauls the deadweight in his arms to his office couch. "Work with me here, Spidey."

But Spiderman just mumbles something incoherent. His head lolls to the side and drops onto Taehyung's shoulder. Then, he hiccups.

"Yeah. Thanks for that wonderful input."

Taehyung can't help his sour mood. There's two reports still pending for his approval, an extensive Excel spreadsheet he has to double check, and now there's blood on his silk dress shirt.

He sighs deeply, fighting the urge to groan when Spiderman warblers something unintelligible — all pained groans and breathy words. He coughs, thick and wet.

Taehyung dumps him on the couch. Spiderman sinks into it with an agonised exclamation of "/shit/!", and maybe the CEO feels a little bad about that.

"What happened to you?" Taehyung eyes him critically, arms crossed. There are scrapes and tears on his uniform. The hero's arms curl around his stomach, hunching in on himself in pain.

In a few minutes, Taehyung finds himself hunched over his desk, rummaging around for a first aid kit. It's so eerily quiet inside, nothing but Spiderman's anguished breaths. Despite the cool night, Taehyung feels the beginnings of sweat begin to trail down his spine.

With his painkillers and first aid kit in hand, Taehyung kneels down on the ground beside Spiderman's immobilised body. There's nothing except toned muscles and a faint trembling to his form that Taehyung can see with the suit on.

Fuck, he hopes Spiderman isn't severely wounded. His first aid kit is the size of his hand, and Taehyung doesn't know any complicated first aid in the first place.

Heroes also have some weird aversion to going to the hospital.

Honestly, Taehyung can relate. He's much rather chug down some nice, warm chicken noodle soup laced with three cans of energy drinks before stumbling to his computer in a daze of headaches, nausea, and jittery restlessness.

"Gonna take your mask off, okay?" Taehyung reaches towards his face. "I've got some painkillers. But I'll need confirmation from you, Spidey."

Finally, Spiderman mumbles out a weak, "yeah, do it. Please."

Taehyung holds back a surprised smile at the polite manners. "Here I go."

After that, hours pass in a blur. Mask off, Spiderman looks much more like a college kid than someone who has the responsibility of a whole city's safety on his shoulders. Quite pretty, if you ask Taehyung.

But you probably shouldn't, because he'll most likely roll his eyes, grumble, and /deny/ that Spiderman's long, fluttering lashes and flushed cheeks, his petal lips and strong nose, his angular jaw, sharp brows, and wide bambi eyes are absolutely /not/ endearing, nor attractive. And if Taehyung stared at him for longer than necessary under the dim, fluorescent wash of the city's 3am lights filtering through his window, it's because he was looking for any more wounds to clean.

When the painkillers seem to kick in, and Spiderman's whimpering descends into ragged breaths, Taehyung stands up and finds the spare pair of dress shirt and pants he keeps. (A precaution, really. He's had more than his fair share of spilled coffees and burst pens).

"When you're ready, change into these. I'll leave the first aid kit for you here if you want to clean yourself up a little more. The couch is yours for tonight." At Spiderman's widened, panicked eyes, Taehyung huffs out a laugh. "I'm not going. Just gonna make myself some coffee, then I'll come back, yeah?"

Spiderman relaxes, eyes fluttering tiredly, and nods.

"I'll bring you some water as well."

With that, Taehyung is up and striding out of the office. He stops by the bathroom, stares at himself and the splatters of blood on his shirt in the mirror, asks himself what he's doing.

His reflection stares back at him. /What the fuck /are/ you doing?/

Taehyung hangs his head and lets out a sardonic laugh. He doesn't know.

But that's his problem to think about tomorrow, when he's got a raging migraine, chicken noodle soup, and more work to distract him.

When he comes back to his office with a mug of coffee, a water bottle, and a spare blanket from the staff room, Spiderman has already changed into the spare clothes. In a heap by the couch lies his tattered suit.

Spiderman's eyes are on him the second he steps foot inside. It's quite charming, the way his dark gaze twinkles with curiosity, even under the low lights.

"Spidey, catch." Taehyung throws the water bottle. Probably not the best move to chuck a full, hefty water bottle at an injured man's head, but Spiderman catches it easily, even if he winces harshly. Taehyung shoots him an apologetic look. "Shit, sorry."

Spiderman just shrugs before downing the water in cyclic bursts of desperate drinking and heavy breaths. Taehyung watches on, a little concerned, as Spiderman finishes the bottle within minutes.

"Impressive."

"Thank you." /Oh/, there's Spiderman's voice. It's smooth, definitely young enough for college. He peers up at Taehyung. "Really, for everything."

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow. "You're welcome. Here's a blanket. Sleep on the couch if you need to." He strides over this time and hands the blanket to the hero. "I'll just be working for a bit more."

Spiderman takes the soft blanket with a frown. "Working now?"

Taehyung shrugs. "Yeah."

"But it's 3 am. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Taehyung can't help but let the corners of his lip quirks up. "/You're/ the injured one here. Worry about yourself first. I'll be fine."

No, he most likely won't be. Maybe he'll pull another 48 hours without sleep.

"...Alright."

"I'll keep the lights off." Taehyung walks back over to his chair and settles in behind the desk. "Just sleep, Spidey."

Spiderman slowly settles more comfortably on the couch. He drapes the blanket over himself and peeks out at Taehyung over the top. Taehyung thinks he looks like a burrito of softness with two sparkly doe eyes.

"Good night."

How sweet. Taehyung turns back to his computers and documents to hide his grin. "Good night. Sleep well."

—-

Taehyung wakes up the next morning, face planted into the hard wood of his desk. He feels like shit; head cloudy, mouth dry, eyes burning.

He squints at the bright sunlight piercing the room.

But There's the faint aroma of… something in the air. Taehyung's mind clears a little more. Tea? And… a pastry?

Eyes opening a little more, he lifts his head up, only to find a warm mug of tea in a takeaway cup and a croissant on a saucer. There's a note behind it, too.

Taehyung picks it up and forces his sleepy mind to make sense of the small scribbles.

/Thank you for last night. I didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. I'll repay you for everything over the coming days, I promise. I hope you enjoy your breakfast ^^

~ Spiderman./

Taehyung stares at it. Then, his eyes move back to the tea and croissants.

He doesn’t know what the hell is happening. Doesn’t know what the hell /just/ happened for him to suddenly get the attention of one of the city’s most revered superheroes.

The only thing he knows, with reluctant dread, is that things are about to change for his perfect (overworked, stressful) life. Something in the shape of a young man with doe eyes and a tendency to barge in his life and make him question everything he knows.

Taehyung sighs. Well, this is going to be interesting.

—-

He starts getting gifts. Flowers, breakfast, lunch, late dinners. Small notes with flowery writing and small doodles, little decorative statues for his desk, expensive jewelry in chanel boxes.

So much that the rumour of his "secret admirer" has spread through his office like wildfire.

None of them know about the little signature that accompanies every bunch of gifts: a little spider, with the loopy signature of 'Spidey'.

Every single time, he regards the presents with something akin to indifference before reluctantly moving to accept it. He’s a CEO with all the money of the world in his hands. He doesn’t truly need some takeaway lunch that’s undoubtedly from a street vendor, nor another bouquet of flowers to add to his endless pile.

(But that’s only when someone is inside the office with him. When he’s alone, Taehyung likes to take his time staring at the endearing little presents in awe; smelling every flower, savouring the warm food, biting his lip in vain before the uncontrollable smile blooms out because /holy shit, it feels nice to have someone do something so caring and thoughtful/.)

"Ah, Kim Taehyung." His helmet whirs back to reveal a gorgeous, dimpled face underneath. "My name is Kim Namjoon. Or, you may know me more as Iron Man."

"Iron Man." Taehyung walks over to his desk. Shuffles his papers like this is just a normal business meeting. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to thank you for helping Jeo— Spiderman."

Taehyung blinks. Was this another gift of some sorts? "You're welcome."

"He also wanted to ask if you've been enjoying his gifts."

Ah. Taehyung's lips quirk up into a smile. The lingering taste of Spiderman's gifted chamomile tea from this morning still rests on his tongue. It was too watery, really, and with too much sugar. But the note had said that he’d made it himself, so Taehyung instantly loved it. (But no one’s ever going to know that). "Please tell him that I'd rather answer that personally, face to face. He doesn't need to book a schedule, just crawl in through the window like he did that other night."

“Ah, yes. That night.” At that, Namjoon looks a little apologetic. "I admit, that wasn't the best way to ask for help."

"Not really."

"But it worked."

"Surprisingly."

Namjoon coughs stiffly. "I'll talk to him."

Taehyung wants to laugh at how Namjoon keeps looking more and more awkward by the second, but he maintains his poker face. The city's saving grace, fidgeting around Taehyung's office in his hulking, metallic suit, floundering for words.

Maybe superheroes aren't as robotic or ass-tight and self-righteous as he thought.

Spiderman's doe eyes, wide and curious and glimmering and thankful, flash in his mind.

Maybe.

Taehyung cocks his head. "So…"

"Right. I'll, uh, I'll take my leave now."

"Okay—"

Namjoon strides over to his opened window and clambers out. For one heart-stopping moment, he just tips out and Taehyung catches a flash of flailing arms and a small squeak.

Then, there's a high-pitched revving sound, and suddenly Iron Man shoots up into the sky, flying for the horizon.

Do superheroes have some weird aversion to doors, too?

Taehyung stares blankly for a moment. What has his life come to? Truly, he has no idea.

Then, he looks back down at his papers. A rose petal lies between the pages.

(And he smiles softly).

—-

Spiderman doesn't come in a flashy red suit this time around.

Instead, it's a messy-haired college boy in a paint-splattered hoodie and ripped jeans clambering in through his skyscraper office window. One with tattoos curling up one forearm, continuing behind the pushed-up sleeves of the jacket, and piercings decorating his ears, one on his eyebrow. His combat boots thump heavily against Taehyung's carpeted floor a second later.

"You look better."

Taehyung's words bring a deeper flush to Spiderman's face. "Thank you.” Spiderman says it with a small stutter, like he didn’t expect such a comment.

"Can I help you with anything at this wonderful business time of 2:32 am?"

Spiderman's eyes widen. "Is it too late? I just finished a project, and you stayed up at this hour last time, so I thought—"

"Relax," Taehyung drawls, "I was joking, Spidey."

Spiderman blinks. "Jeongguk. My name is Jeon Jeongguk."

"Huh." Taehyung cocks his head. Watches the way Jeongguk's eyes rove around his room, undoubtedly seeing the new addition of bouquet flowers in expensive vases, small painted canvases hung up on the walls. All gifted by him. "Jeongguk."

"Yes?"

"You wanted to know what I thought about the gifts?"

Jeongguk pauses. Then, another wave of light red washes across his cheeks like a rose flower blooming. "Maybe?"

"I think that no one's ever done that for me before." Taehyung leans back on his desk. "I think that they're quite thoughtful, and I have no idea how they get in here, but they're always a pleasant surprise."

"Oh?" Jeongguk takes a few steps closer, almost shyly.

"I think that it's nice to find little notes of encouragement throughout the day. I've never received such beautiful bouquets, and I keep finding petals everywhere."

"That's… that's good."

"And, I think that whoever sent them should just brave up and come a little closer so I can stop screaming across the room." Taehyung smirks when Jeongguk flushes, foundering a little before striding towards him. He stops a few steps away from Taehyung. "Closer…" Jeongguk shuffles a few more steps. "Just a bit more." This time, Jeongguk stops when they're chest to chest. Taehyung leans in, feels the searing heat of Jeongguk's body pressed against his softly, before whispering in his ear. "I think that they're quite romantic." He smiles when Jeongguk's breath hitches. "And maybe the sender didn't think that I wouldn't notice the little hearts, or the flirty compliments in every note."

"I—"

"And I think I'd like to spend a little more time with someone so thoughtful. Maybe go to a cafe and drink coffee with them, instead of alone. But…" Taehyung leans back with a soft sigh. "They’ve never asked."

Jeongguk just blinks dazedly. A soft, "oh," leaves his mouth.

Taehyung smiles. "So, Spiderman, can I ask you to ask them for me? You know this city best. I've left my number on a note, slipped it into your pocket if you didn't realise. Call me when you do."

"Wait." Jeongguk reaches up to clutch at the lapels of Taehyung's blazer before he moves away even more. "It was me. I sent those gifts, ask /me/. Uh, please?"

"You’re so—." Taehyung wants to scream. How can someone be so… Taehyung can’t find the right word. But it’s one that makes him want to hold Spidey and make sure he never gets hurt again. Oh, how soft he’s become. “I know it was you.”

"Just…" Jeongguk lets out a long breath, steeling himself. "I thought you were cute and maybe I developed an itty bitty little crush on you when you helped me and maybe I visited your office to put the gifts in and it made me warm to see you displaying them, even though you knew they were from me, and I know they weren't the best but—"

"Cute."

Jeongguk dissolves into flustered coughs.

"You have my number, Jeongguk." Taehyung reaches up to gently unfurl Jeongguk's hands from his jacket. "Go back and sleep, text me when you have time."

"Yeah, okay," Jeongguk breathes. He steps back. "I'll text you."

Taehyung watches in amusement as he stumbles backwards to the window. "You do that."

"Just— just wait for me." Jeongguk climbs back out the window, hooking a leg over.

"Always. Oh, and Jeongguk?" Taehyung lowers his voice into something softer, something more sincere. "Be careful."

"I will, Taehyung. Bye."

“Bye, Jeongguk.” Taehyung smiles.

Jeongguk stares for a moment, eyes wide. Then, with a small squeak of “good night!” and an endearing salute, Spiderman swings back into the restless city.

—-

Months later, Taehyung finds himself in much the same position as that fateful night: with an armful of Spiderman, struggling to get to the couch.

Except, this time, they're in his apartment.

And Jeongguk isn't in pain. In fact, he's smiling — wide and silly and beautiful — eyes scrunching, and his breathless laughs float through the air. "Tae—"

"Gguk, I swear to god, if you don't stop kissing me—" Jeongguk lands a kiss on his cheek, one on his nose. Taehyung can't hold back his laugh, turning his face away. He stumbles over someone's shoe. "Jeongguk!"

"Babe, hold still."

"/Hold still/—" Taehyung feels something soft and cushiony behind his legs (the couch, finally!) before he throws himself backwards. "You're so impatie—"

Taehyung's words get cut off when Jeongguk looms over him, hooks an arm around his waist, and dips his head low for a sweet, slow kiss. Taehyung can feel Jeongguk's warmth through the thick hoodie, can feel the press of the other's body against his as Jeongguk tilts his head for something deeper, groans when Taehyung curls an arm in his hair and gives it a little tug.

Jeongguk leans back with a satisfied smile, lips spit-licked and eyes warm as they look down at Taehyung. "Nice." He leans down for one more kiss. "Extraordinary."

And, well—

When Taehyung woke up at 4am all those months ago, he didn't think he'd still be awake almost 24 hours later with an injured hero clinging to him. He certainly didn't think that it would lead to this. To nights together in his apartment, precious gifts, late night dates and early morning breakfasts together.

“Hey, babe, Namjoon wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come to his place for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, of cou—” Taehyung is cut off with a sweet kiss. “Jeongguk!”

“Sorry, got distracted. So, that’s a yes?”

“I swear to go—”

To a boyfriend named Jeon Jeongguk, who loves to kiss him silly and call him "babe", like everything he does doesn't make Taehyung want to melt in endearment and affection.

But he's not complaining.

Taehyung didn't even want to waste a single thought on superheroes before. But, as Jeongguk leans in for another slow kiss and murmurs the sweetest nothings in his ear, Taehyung finds that he doesn't mind wasting all his thoughts on this one in his arms.

And he loves it, just as deeply as he loves Jeongguk.

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