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f3itansgirlygirl · 4 years

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drivers license - suna rintarou

part 2 right here

inspired by the song driver's license

his house is right there, right in front of me.

sitting in the car biting my lip holding back the sob that threatened to escape, how did it become like this? how did i end up sitting in here alone while you went off with her? that was supposed to be me, you said you would wait?

suna rintarou

a beautiful boy, his smile never failed to warm your heart. the way he would hold you in his arms, pout when you weren't paying attention, brush your hair behind your ear, the way he would kiss you and buy you your favorite drinks or take you to that little park you loved so much as you guys watched the sunset and fell in love all over again.

then how did it get like this?

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“hi my name is l/n y/n and i'm your new manager!,” you introduced yourself. was a first year at inarizaki and needed to get into a club, atsumu decided to introduce you to the coach and give in a few words.

looking around the team you felt a nice presence, and that's when your eyes landed on his, those green piercing eyes. having his knees to his chest laughing at atsumu for trying to punch him for showing him something on his phone.

the way his laugh died down but kept a smile as he looked at you.

you blushed but became distracted as kita called you over.

“thank you guys for accepting me have a good night!,” you said grabbing your bag and leaving. “wait up i’ll walk with you,” you heard a voice behind you say. you turned to hear the voice and it belonged to him.

you guys walked under the stars, you shivered forgetting a jacket and that's when he looked at you and smirked. “the old jacket technique huh let me guess you want me to take mine’s off and give it to you,”

you gasped and looked right at him, “no i actually forgot you weirdo whatever i guess i'll walk faster,” you said speeding up. “wait i’m just teasing here i have a hoodie it’s my sleeping in class hoodie so better not ruin it.”

you took it hesitantly but put it on either way, it was big and burgundy and my god the scent you can still remember to this day how good he smelled like. “looks good on you maybe i’ll let you keep it,” he said as you guys continued to walk.

that was your first interaction, your first words to each other and one of the many nights you guys have come to spend together

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everything else came easily, even though having a age gap it didn’t stop your feelings whatsoever, and also never stopped him from showing affection.

you still remember your first kiss

how he kissed you by surpised on the slide of a old park where you guys sneaked out to get ice cream.

still remember how he started bringing extra hoodies and hair ties since you had a habit of forgetting both.

still remember that night under the stars in the backseat of his car when he looked at you and told you he was in love with you.

you teared up staring at him as he giggled softly caressing your face, holding your waist even more closer to his chest as your bodies connected.

“i love you rintarou,” you smiled crying softly.

he looked at you rubbing your tears away, “and i love you y/n l/n,”

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how it was such a good 6 months. looking back you should have seen the way you guys would only hang out around the night or weekdays.

how he wouldn't hold your hand in school or only be affection around the team.

and how you guys weren't exactly official, never asked you officially to be his but hey because of the memories spent together you thought of course your his and he’s yours.

you first saw her when she came through the doors, holding his notebook as she apologized but nevertheless gave him a smile and he gave one back. she was pretty- like really pretty.

pretty blue eyes, blonde long hair, beautiful body.

“so this is what overthinking feels like huh,” you mumbled as you shook your head and went back to setting the net up.

after practice you and suna as always walked home

you guys decided to take a detour heading to your park where many memories were made.

“hey rin,” you asked as you looked over the river that was by the bridge. “yes love?,” he replied. “what are we?,” you asked him.

please say im yours...

“well your younger than me, i want you to be mines and you already are, always and forever sooo how about this,” he turned to look at you and bent down so his head was right at yours. “when you become a 2nd year and get your driver's license we can officially be together yeah? i'll get down on one knee and ask you to be mine,” he rolled his eyes as you giggled.

he stuck out his pinkie and you stuck out yours. “you’ll wait for me?,” you said.

he wrapped his pinkie around yours, “always, make sure you just don't crash don't want you dying before your mine but yes i promise i will wait for you l/n,” suna smiled grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss.

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finals came up and yes you and suna got distant due to you studying, yet you weren't nervous you were excited to finally walk down the halls holding his hand.

looking back you should have seen the signs of him not texting you often or wanting to help you, you shrugged it off maybe he was struggling in some classes too.

finally the day was here, texting osamu all morning about how you would pick them up for school so you can show off to suna.

laughing driving up to school with the twins, you got out the car and seeing suna’s back against one of the walls

you were about to call out for him until you saw her again. this time she was wearing the burgundy hoodie, and he was the one holding her hand. he was smiling? the smile he gave you specifically to you he was giving to her.

tears filled your eyes.

“y/n chan.. i’m-” , “its okay atsumu just get to class okay?,” you turned around hand shaking as you hold your keys, tears spilling down your eyes. “i'm going to be okay,” you smiled. “no, you’re crying,”

“i said i’m okay, i’m just going to leave,” you said running to your car and getting the fuck outta there.

leaving you saw atsumu go up to suna and scream at him.

your heart felt like it was being pulled, this can’t be real?

you headed home, slamming your door and falling to the ground, how could you rin?

flashes of him and her passed your mind seeing how happy he was.

you looked underneath and saw a photo on the ground. your grabbed it and sat on your bed, it was you and him in a photobooth smiling and then kissing. underneath in his handwriting he wrote “my love always and forever,”

you felt like throwing up, so this is what heartbreak feels like.

you were hurt mad even at the fact that before anything was able to happen it was already ruined. you cried yourself to sleep wanting to ignore the pain/

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you woke up around 9 p.m, you were confused but remembered all that happened today

“so that wasn't a horrible dream?,” you tried to laugh it out but really couldn’t.

you needed fresh air, you changed into sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

going for a drive blasting music, you didn’t know where you were going but you just needed to feel the air flowing past you. you stopped at the red light, everything was getting blurry tears now leaving as you hit the steering wheel.

you kept driving and ending up parking in this neighborhood, being very familiar but automatically knowing where you ended up. you looked to your right and saw his house.

you were about to get off trying to get closure you said, needing answers still trying to doubt everything and thinking maybe this was a horrible joke from the twins and him but then you got all the closure you needed. seeing as the door opened revealing the girl coming out.

your heart dropped seeing how happy they were and dare you say actually look good together. he smiled down at her and grabbed her for a kiss.

you gasped as a heart wrenching sob escaped your lips, she walked away as he never took his eyes off her figure.

that was me.

he then looked turning his head and made eye contact with you, you just silently laughed as you shook your head at him and turned on the car leaving. “y/n wait!,” you heard him say as you left.

you headed to the small park and sat in the slide looking up as you laid down and finally let everything out. “never knew your waiting was just a short trial did i have to pay for millions of hours?,” you cried as you looked up in the sky seeing your memories replay in your head

‘Cause how could I ever love someone else’ And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street’

your phone dinged as you look who texted you

suna rin: y/n we need to talk... suna rin: please, i am so so sorry just hear me out. suna rin: i really did wait i just, please let's just meet up.

you texted back

“im really happy for you suna, goodbye rintarou.”

you then deleted his contact as you took a deep breathe and sat up.

“i still see your face

In the white cars”

you grabbed your head, “was i not good enough?,”

“We crossed I still hear your voice In the traffic We're laughing”

flash back

“you know i think we're meant to be,” suna said from your bed as you were on your laptop finishing some things. “wow such a hopeless romantic,” you smiled at him as you were putting back your earphones. “just maybe right person wrong time,” he said softly. you looked back at him, “i'm sorry did you say something,” you asked him. he just shook his head, “nothing i was just saying your a nerd,” he said as he threw a pillow at your face. “you know what,” you got up and jumped on top of him both laughing.

flashback over

‘God, I'm so blue Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe’

you finally realized what he said, right person wrong timing

you looked up at the cherry blossom tree and softly smiled

“your right suna we really were meant to be just right person, wrong time.”

i guess not every love story is meant to be complete.

the end.

#suna #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro x you #suna rintarō #inarizaki #heartbreak #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #angst #suna rintarou #suna rintaro hcs #suna rintarou x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu #miya twins #x reader #sad #romance

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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But professor... - c.1

Summary: Penny Townsend is going to attend her first criminology class. What she didn’t expect was professor Walter Marshall.

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood

A/N: I hope you enjoy this Professor!AU -- can you imagine? Walter Marshall as a professor? 🤤

Masterlist // But professor... masterlist // Next chapter

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My parents hoped that I would become a doctor. I get it—being friends with a lot of successful parents with equally successful children, must’ve raised their standard for me. They however must’ve known that medicine wasn’t it for me and going to law school isn’t my forte either. It must’ve been hard on them, knowing I wasn’t that intellectually gifted, though they tried their best for me to be.

They did a lot for me. At the ripe age of two to five hours, I was placed at the entrance of a church in Maryland. The pastor and his wife discovered me and brought me to the hospital, only to found out I wasn’t just a couple weeks premature, but also had a lot of heroin in my system.

My birth parents barely gave me a chance the second I was born (probably when I was conceived, but okay) and that is why I am so grateful that my adoptive parents care so much about me.

And that’s why I want to make them proud and studying psychology is my best chance at being the successful daughter they deserve, but man does it feel wrong to be here. I know there is another student out there who deserves to be here, who actually wants to do this, yet here I am taking their place.

Psychology wasn’t the greatest choice already, but having to take criminology was an even bigger mistake. I walk into the lecture hall for the first criminology class. My hands shake because of the nerves, they’re even clammy. I’m not good at making friends, so seeing those cliques that has formed after only two weeks of university, makes me slightly jealous and really alone.

I never really fitted in. My teachers would describe me as a sweet young girl, who is painfully shy.

That, of course, is if they even noticed me at all.

It can be hard to fit in, especially when you feel out of place the second you enter a room, like I have felt since I can remember.

‘Take a seat,’ I hear a deep voice say and I look up, to meet the eyes of the professor. He is unlike all of my other professors. He isn’t in a suit or at least some decent slacks. His denim jeans hugs his thick thighs, as he wears a sweater on top. His curls are disheveled and slightly frizzy and his beard is asymmetrical. A deep frown in between his brows.

‘Me?’ I ask in a soft tone.

He nods. ‘You,’ he confirms.

I walk passed him to choose a seat in the back. I take place and look around me, only to meet the eyes of the professor again. While I wonder what made him choose teaching, since he doesn’t look like someone who was born to teach, I also ponder about the fact he is looking at me again.

Why would he do that?

I grab my laptop and open it, opening a new document. I’ve been going to NYU for two weeks now, yet this is my first criminology class. I run my fingers through my hair, pushing up the glasses on my nose bridge.

‘Okay everyone,’ I hear the professor say, when it’s time for the class to start. ‘There is a sheet going around. Find the spot you’re sitting now and write down your name. If I find out you are messing with me, you have failed your class immediately.’

He is not beating around the bush.

‘I’m detective Walter Marshall. I have worked for the MPD, the Minneapolis Police Department. For this semester there are three subjects we’ll cover. Victimology, crime analysis and the psychology of criminal behavior.’

This is not at all what I want to learn. This is too gore for me. I should’ve stood up to my parents and go to cosmetology school like I originally wanted. It’s better for me anyways.

I’m so stupid.

The paper ends up on my table and I try to find my place on it. I write down ‘Penelope Townsend’ and slide it to the person two tables over. Professor Marshall explains how we have a weekly lecture of two hours and how he is available for questions every Friday, since he’ll be in his office.

‘Does anyone have any questions?’

A guy raises his hand. ‘Why aren’t you working for the MPD anymore, sir?’

Professor Marshall sits on the edge of his desk, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest. ‘I was put on leave.’

‘Why?’

‘There were some issues,’ he says. ‘Between me and suspects.’

I have no idea what he is implying, but the silence in the classroom is so thick, that I have a clue what types of issues came with said suspects.

‘Really?’ the guy asks.

The professor only raises his eyebrows, which obviously means he isn’t joking. You don’t need to have studied Psychology to figure that out. ‘Any more questions?

‘Do we work in pairs for the assignment?’ a girl asks.

He shakes his head. ‘No, individual works only.’

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank the stars, I don’t want to work with others. Really, I don’t.

‘Okay, if that’s all, let me start right away. What do these women have in common?’ He presses a button on his presenter and the screen behind him changes. Three pictures of women appear on the screen. It’s their driver’s license photo.

‘They’re women,’ a guy says, causing a few to laugh.

Professor Marshall grabs the paper with names and says: ‘Does anyone have something less obvious to comment than mister Fitzgerald?’ He seems not amused at all by the words of Fitzgerald.

‘Brown hair, blue eyes,’ a girl says.

He nods. ‘And?’

‘They’re pretty,’ another girl says.

‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ he notes. His eyes scan the paper and he looks up. ‘Miss Townsend, do you have something to add?’

Our eyes meet again and I realize that I’m the only miss Townsend in the class. I clear my throat and look at the pictures. Say something smart, Penny. Say something intelligent. Really intelligent.

The obvious things have already been said, so I should stay away from those things.

I swallow hard, press my glasses better on my nose and say: ‘Their left eyelid is slightly droopy.’

I hear some people chuckle a bit, making me feel everything but intelligent.

‘Quiet,’ professor Marshall says and the chuckles die down instantly. ‘Their droopy left eyelid is what made them appealing to the killer.’ He looks up from the other side of class, right at me. His slightly annoyed gaze dissolves for a few moments into a soft one. ‘Miss Townsend made an excellent point here. It took an entire police department to come to that conclusion over the course of two months.’

Oh my goodness, I made an excellent point.

The slides change and I see another picture. This time it’s of a man. It’s a mugshot. I bet he is the killer.

‘Miss Townsend, since you are on a roll,’ the professor continues and I nearly groan. Really? He wants me to answer another questions? ‘What’s do you notice about this man?’

I scan his entire face. He has a crooked nose, blemishes on his forehead and thin lips. He looks like a killer. This would be the type of man I would avoid if I came across him.

‘His left eyelid is also droopy,’ I say.

Is that a tiny smirk on his lips? ‘Correct.’ While professor Marshall continues to explain about how his own appearance is unknowingly influencing his choice of victims, I can’t help but beam a little with pride. ‘Because,’ he continues, ‘if you understand your victims, you can understand your killer.’ The slideshow changes to one word. ‘Welcome to victimology.’

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Time spend in a lecture hall while professor Marshall teaches flies by. Though he is a bit grumpy and not very welcoming, he is interesting and smart. Much better than my other teachers. I put everything in my backpack, before I get up from my seat. I’m one of the last students to leave the place, mostly because I don’t want to be swarmed by the cliques.

‘Miss Townsend,’ professor Marshall says, causing me to stop misstep as I already passed him.

I turn around. ‘Yes?’ I ask.

He doesn’t look up from his notes. ‘You did well in class today.’

Is this man giving me a compliment? He might be the first one in a teacher like position to ever notice me, let alone give me a compliment. ‘I did?’

‘Yeah,’ he says, now looking up from his notes. ‘Don’t hesitate to say something in class next time. You have great insight.’

‘Or just luck,’ I say.

Professor Marshall shakes his head. ‘No, this isn’t about luck, this is good insight. So, can you promise me to raise your hand next class?’

I bite my lip, before shaking my head. ‘No, I can’t.’

‘Why can’t you?’

‘What I said: this was luck and it probably won’t happen again. I have to go. I reserved a spot at the library. If that is all, sir?’

He doesn’t say anything, simply looks at me. It takes a second, maybe two before he nods. ‘If you have questions,’ he says, ‘you know how to contact me.’

I nod, before I walk out of the hall. I see students gathering in front of the door and I quickly slip through them and make my way to the library. I’ve been going to classes for around two weeks now and I’m still up to date as we speak. I decide to at least make a beginning with the assignments of my criminology class, because the sooner I start, the less work and stress I’ll experience later on, because I most definitely will stress about it.

It’s been quite awhile since I opened a book for school for assignments or preparing for exams. After high school, I decided to take a gap year, which ended in two. I’ve traveled with all sorts of groups to different countries, worked at an international cafe in Japan for awhile. It did help me with my social skills. I was happy, social and totally in my element. Those wonderful skills were all forgotten the second I stepped foot back in the USA again.

It was my parents that pushed for going back to college and once they figured out that medicine or law wasn’t up my alley, they agreed psychology, though it wasn’t my thing either.

It’s okay, sure, but… Gosh, I miss the freedom I had during the gap years. I’m not stupid, but is the academical life for me? I have looked at cosmetology school and boy do I wish I was there at the moment.

And not here.

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I don’t know how long I have been at the library, but my eyes are tired by the time I close my laptop. Besides working on my assignment, I also texted my parents to tell them everything is going fine and checked out multiple cosmetology schools here in the area.

Originally I’m from Maryland, meaning it’s only a three hour drive to see my parents and for them to check in on me. I considered lying about my major, about attending NYU and just go to cosmetology school, but mom and dad are paying my tuition, which is another loophole in my plan.

I put the laptop in my backpack and walk out of the library. Every second my mind wasn’t occupied with university related things, it went straight back to my first criminology class, more specifically my professor. His words. It’s one thing he said those things to me, but another that he looked so handsome while saying it.

‘There she is,’ I hear from behind me as I walk through the hallways to the exit. I turn around to discover it’s Fitzgerald. I forgot his first name, which is weird since we share a lot of the same classes together. He isn’t easy to miss. Pleasant on the eyes, that’s for sure, but he is loud, thinks he is hilarious and that makes him kinda annoying. ‘Miss Townsend,’ he says in a mocking tone.

Okay, change kinda annoying to absolutely insufferable.

‘Hm?’

Fitzgerald walks next to me and he comes a lot closer than I prefer. ‘You’re already the teacher’s pet,’ he continues. ‘Bet the man has a thing for Asian chicks.’

I have no idea how to respond to that implication. My instinct says to get out of here, but the exit is right ahead of me and from the looks of it, Fitzgerald is going there as well. So there is no escape.

‘But let’s say it’s beginners luck,’ he says, ‘because it was actually the first time I heard you speak.’

‘You mind leaving me alone?’ I ask.

‘Why is that, sugar boo?’

Okay, now I’m gonna vomit. Goosebumps run over my spine and the hairs in my neck are standing straight up. I bet this guy’s dad is rich, therefore the only reason he is here. ‘I don’t want you here.’

‘You don’t want me here?’ He starts to chuckle. ‘Sweetheart, everyone wants me here.’

Not me.

‘Fitzgerald, are you deaf?’

It’s professor Marshall.

His eyes enlarge when he realizes that too. ‘No, sir,’ he quickly says.

‘She said she doesn’t want you here.’ He stands in front of the two of us, looking everything but amused. ‘You know, back when I was working, I encountered a lot of guys like you. Did you know they usually peak in high school, do okay in college, but the second they end up locked up in jail—and I promise you, they most often will—they aren’t so tough anymore. They usually end up as someone’s bitch.’

To hear this entire monologue and the word bitch from a professor, was not at all what I was expecting. Fitzgerald’s face is drained from all its color. While Fitzgerald looks like he shat himself, I am utterly amazed. I wish I was this intimidating, I think to myself.

Fitzgerald clears his throat, eyes darting around the hallway, almost as if he is trying to find the closest exit. He shoots out of this place very quickly, meaning I’m left with only our professor.

‘Thank you, sir,’ I say.

Professor Marshall simply nods. ‘You know, if you lowered your shoulders, you’d appear more confident.’

Why do I feel so offended? ‘Oh…’

‘It’s advice, miss Townsend, not criticism.’

‘Oh,’ I say again, this time in a whisper like tone. He could’ve brought it up a bit nicer though. No need to hurt my feelings like that.

Professor Marshall and I both walk towards the exit and I notice it’s raining. Great, guess who didn’t bring her umbrella and also isn’t wearing a jacket with a hood?

Absolutely fantastic.

‘Here,’ the professor says, holding out his umbrella for me.

Is this truly happening? ‘Oh, sir, that’s not necessary.’

‘I insist.’

With some hesitation I grab the umbrella from him and smile. ‘Thank you, professor.’

He politely nods and walks off, leaving me with the umbrella and a little bit confused. Though he looks so handsome and slightly intimidating, he still is nice to me. The only teacher ever. Maybe Fitzgerald is right and—

No, no, no, don’t think like that. It’s not that every man who is nice to me all of the sudden has this fetish. That can’t be it, right?

Maybe, despite my aversion, I am actually good at the whole criminology thing and isn’t it a one time thing. Luck. Maybe I do have something I am good at.

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That Friday I am still on campus after I spend my entire afternoon in the library. Since I have a question about the criminology assignment, I decide walk to the office of professor Marshall. To kill two birds with one stone, I brought his umbrella with me so I can give it back. I knock on the door and hear a low: ‘Come in.’

I open the door and am met with the professor, who is sitting behind is desk. ‘Sir, I have a question about the assignment.’

He leans back in his chair and gestures me to come in. I close the door behind me and expect to sit, until I notice there isn’t a chair anywhere for me to sit on. How unwelcome of him, I think to myself. Does that mean I have to remain standing?

‘What’s your question, miss Townsend?’

‘I didn’t know which format I had to use for the entire assignment. It’s not really that big of a deal, but I was here in the building and I thought that I could…’ Nice way of getting off track, Penny. As they said in high school musical: ‘Get’cha your head in the game’ and this is not the game. ‘Never mind. Which format should I use?’

‘That’s up to you,’ he says.

That’s it? That’s the answer he is gonna give me?

‘Right,’ I mumble.

‘Other questions, miss Townsend?’

Yes. I let out a deep sigh. ‘The assignment is just harder than I thought,’ I admit. ‘I don’t really understand it.’

Professor Marshall stands up and holds out his hand. ‘Sit, I’ll try to explain it.’

‘In your chair?’

He simply nods and I walk around the desk, to take a seat, while he leans against the windowsill. Oh, the leather is warm… What a body heat does this man produce. ‘Okay, the point of the assignment is to use some of the example files of—staged—murders. Based on the file you choose, you choose a format. You write out the victimology, try to narrate who the killer is, writing down all your findings and there are things I’m gonna talk about in next classes.’

I nod. ‘That makes it easier, thank you, sir.’

‘You’re already working on the assignment?’ he asks. Why does he sound genuinely surprised?

I nod again. ‘I am. I find it easier to work a bit every day, than to cram it all in one day.’ I realize how that sounds. ‘That sounds dorky.’

‘It doesn’t really. It’s a whole lot better than what I did back in the days,’ he says. ‘What did you think of the class?’

Is he asking for my opinion? ‘Your class was very interesting. Slightly morbid though, but fascinating.’

‘Morbid?’ the professor asks. ‘There was nothing morbid about my class.’

I scrunch up my nose. ‘It was kinda scary. With the blood patterns and all. The peek into the murderer’s mind?’ I shiver. ‘Don’t know, felt too personal and too much into the killer’s brain.’

‘The class you’re taking is criminology,’ he says, ‘you should’ve known.’

I shrug, not knowing what to say to him. He is right…

‘Miss Townsend—’

‘Penny,’ I say. ‘It’s Penny. Penelope officially, but people barely call me that.’ People barely call out for me ever, but that’s a different topic. Total different topic.

‘Penny,’ he says, ‘could’ve known.’

I don’t know what he is implying, but I realize I am totally overstaying. ‘I’m sorry, I should go. Thanks for helping me out. Oh, I brought you back your umbrella. I don’t need it anyways.’

Professor Marshall nods. ‘Okay.’

‘I should go. It’s getting kinda dark already.’

‘Let me guess, you don’t do well in the dark.’

I smile almost out of guilt. ‘That obvious?’

For a brief moment I spot a smirk on his face. ‘I’m a detective, I spot these things.’

Okay, not gonna lie, but that’s pretty funny. ‘See you next class, professor,’ I say, standing up from his chair and I walk towards the door.

‘See you next class, Penny.’

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calif0rnia-lovers · 4 years

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It's funny how you haven't changed a bit, but you're twice as pretty.

Summary: Despite your relationship ending years ago, Bishop has spent your time apart repairing your car in hopes it’d allow him to see you again.

A/N: Randomly came up with this idea a while back when thinking about the lack of backstory for Bishop. Probably trash but...I’m doing whatever I can to drag you nonbelievers into the most deserving Mayan’s lane.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Reader

Warning: I know I said there’d be fluff but all I got was angst.

Request: Bishop x his ex reunite.

Words: 1.7K

You sit on the steps of your front porch. Your elbows rest against your bare knees, your chin in the palms of your hands. The passing cars and teenagers laughing and strolling beneath the streetlights hold your attention.

Despite the setting sun, the air is humid. Your hair is pulled up, resting at the top of your crown, your shoulders are nearly bare-apart from the thin straps of the sundress you wear.

You've been waiting in the same spot for nearly fifteen minutes.

Leaving now. Headed your way.

The message from Bishop was one you'd been waiting for all day. He'd stopped by your job at the start of the week. Unannounced. Your arrival back to town had come as a surprise. He was the first person you thought about once you pulled your uHaul truck into the driveway of your house.

Was he still here?

Your answer arrived three weeks later when you bumped into him at the store.

"I was hoping I could see you, Friday. I have something I wanna show you." He'd shared when he stopped by your office this Monday.

You're waiting for the roar of his bike, maybe that's why you don't notice that he's arrived until a set of headlights shine across your driveway. Beneath the streetlights, you can make out the black car he’s driving. The familiar grille and license plate halt your action of getting up.

Cutting the engine, Bishop climbs out, the grin on his face growing as he takes in your expression.

You open your mouth to speak, but all you can put together is a soft laugh of disbelief.

The last time you saw the 1969 Dodge Charger RT, in driveable condition, you were twenty years old. Going into the summer before your junior year at Berkeley. Spending summers with your dad was something you'd done ever since you were a kid. He'd told he'd pay for whatever car you wanted. You'd picked out the abandoned Charger sitting in the yard of Mr. Gonzalez’s home. He had a problem with collecting vintage cars, and never actually paying to get them fixed. Your dad spent a pretty penny to get it out of Gonzalez’s lot but left it to you to fix it up.

Naturally, you had to figure out the cheapest way.

You stopped by Romero Brothers Scrap in hopes of finding the needed parts, and someone who knew enough to fix the car. Instead, you found a 27-year-old mechanic who thought teasing you about the “scrapper” was the best way to flirt.

With a portion of your earnings from your summer job and the granting of one date, if the car could actually drive out the lot, you left the Charger in Bishop’s hands. He'd spent the entire summer fixing it up.

Did he know much about fixing up old muscle cars?

Fuck no, but he figured it out.

In all honesty, you hadn’t expected much, but Bishop somehow managed to get a car that had been parked for nearly 15 years up and running again.

I guess the possibility of getting to take the pretty girl out was one hell of a motivator.

That car sparked a whirlwind relationship that spanned across the entire summer. It even spilled into the first semester of your senior year. He had to work on the car when he wasn’t working his actual job. This led to a number of late nights, you keeping him company under the lights of the garage. Bishop even taught you enough to learn your way around beneath the hood, and how to get it running again if it ever broke down.

Even as you'd both moved on with your lives, the car was the only thing you kept from your time with him. Everything else went in the trash the moment he decided he’d rather enlist then stay with you.

The Charger stayed with you for years, until the accident after your graduation from grad school. The passenger side had nearly fully caved in from the impact. Instead of paying the money to have it fixed, you left it at the same scrapyard that helped with the initial repairs.

Bishop first saw it, abandoned in the yard, after he returned home once his stint with the military was finally complete.

"I can count on my hand the times I've ever made you speechless." Bishop watches as his words pull your attention from the car. Your eyes meet his, the smile that lights up your face awakening something inside him he hasn’t felt in a long time.

You blink before shaking your head.

"I didn't know you knew how to drive a stick," you giggle as his hands wrap around yours. “I thought you only knew how to ride a bike.”

Tugging you to your feet, Bishop arches his brow as he releases you.

"I'm pretty sure I taught you how to drive a stick," he recounts, the memories causing you both to share a smile. Taking in your sheepish expression, he chuckles. “Who buys a car they don’t how to drive?”

Your shoulders shrug as you lightly push him aside.

“Someone hoping to attract cute guys with their badass car.”

Bishop softly shakes his head.

“Hey,” you smile as you turn on your heels. Your playful eyes meet his. “Worked on you, didn’t it?”

Bishop’s eyes follow you as you send a wink his way before moving to walk around the car. You run your palm along the surface of the hood before ducking your head into the driver seat window for a look at the interior.

“It wasn’t the car,” he admits as you glance up to meet his gaze.

Biting back your smile, you push your weight off the door before nodding towards the hood.

“Does she still ride like she used to?”

Bishop shrugs, his arms crossing over his chest.

His eyes meet yours, the corner of his lips turning up into a smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

If asked about it tomorrow, you’ll blame it on the car. All of the shared memories must have caste the two of you in a shower of nostalgia. One responsible for the butterflies which flutter every time he steals a glance towards the passenger seat. The easy nature of the conversation that fills the car with the laugh you’d fallen in love with back when you were twenty, and still trying to figure out if you actually believed in soulmates.

It is also responsible for your destination.

It’s not until you’re two hours deep in conversation that you glance out the window to realize you recognize your surroundings.

The secluded spot is one you can still find, blindfolded, after all the time that has passed.

It is your spot.

At least that’s what Bishop told you the first time he took you there.

It provides a perfect view of the town you both tried to escape when you were younger. The distant lights and muffled sounds always seeming prettier from here.

The silence which fills the car is one that only comes from the comfort of being alone with someone you love.

You’re seated in the passenger seat, legs crossed, back resting against the door. Your eyes steal the changes of Bishop in segments out of the fear of attracting his attention for staring a second too long.

His head rests back against the seat, his left arm dangling out the rolled-down window. His fingers tap against the door along to the tune of the song playing quietly from the radio. His eyes focus on the view of the city just past the windshield.

“It’s funny how some things never really change,” he notes.

As your eyes pass from him to the windshield you can’t help but wonder if the view is what he’s referring to.

Because from where you sit, all you can think of is how he’s right. At least when it comes to the heat radiating across the surface of your skin each time you look towards the driver’s seat.

The last time he was behind the wheel of your car you two were in a much more compromising position, yet coincidentally in the same location.

Your eyes drop down to your fingers as you concentrate on trying to smooth out the skirt of your dress.

The action isn’t enough to suppress the image of his fingers pressed against the softness of your hips, yours wound tight in his hair. The way his skin shone beautifully beneath the moonlight, how the cramped driver’s seat never seemed to allow you both to get close enough.

When your eyes lift they find he’s watching you. The faint smile on his lips lets you know you’re not the only one who remembers.

You shift forward in your seat.

Your fingers lift to trace the worn leather of his kutte, trailing to the patch resting against his chest.

“This is different,” you note, your fingers outlining the stitched lettering. “I expected a much different uniform if I ever saw you again.”

“Yeah,” he huffs, his eyes dropping down to follow your fingers.

His gaze lingers, his touch brushing against the knuckle of your bare ring finger.

As his finger rubs against the soft skin, he notes the lack of a tan line.

His brow furrows, and you think he’s gonna ask the question on his mind but he doesn’t.

There’s no need for him too.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, a sigh leaving your chest as your mind briefly drifts to your bedside table. The overpriced ring presented to you during the summer after your senior year still lays tucked beneath the contents of the drawer. Your nose scrunches in irritation as you think back on the man who gave it to you.

“Yeah. Well, that definitely didn’t last as long as I thought it would.” You admit.

Bishop’s gaze lifts to study your features as you remove your hand from his. Your expression doesn’t provide any insight as to exactly how long it lasted. He also knows he has no right to ask. Not when he’d said he’d rather you accept another man’s proposal then wait around for him to return to a town he wanted to escape.

“It was his loss.”

“I guess so...Anyway.” A tiny smile finds your lips as you motion around you. “Thank you for this. I can’t believe you actually thought to do this for me.”

Bishop returns the smile, his fingers finding yours.

His words come out quietly as his lips press a kiss against your knuckles. “Pienso en ti siempre.”

Releasing your hand, he gives you a final smile before shifting to refasten his seatbelt. You move to do the same as the engine roars back to life.

Just as you’re about to fasten your seat belt you lean over the gear shift.

Your lips press against the warmth of his cheek, the action stopping him from shifting gears.

His touch is warm against the back of your neck, the pressure he applies willing you to decide if its best to pull back or tilt your lips to meet his.

#what's a story without a little angst #let me know what you think?#imagines #bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #mayans mc #mayans imagines

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willownoir1112 · 3 years

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Hiya everyone! Wyn here with today's White Rose Week 2021 entry, which is flirting! Now, today features a genderbent Weiss in honor of my friend CelestialPrincess, who could not participate due to scheduling conflicts, as well as for Akirou 02, who wrote one of my all time favorite fics, They're Yours Too! I hope everyone enjoys, and I will see you tomorrow with another day!

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Flirting

Ruby Rose can feel her eye twitching as the drunk white haired wolf Faunus man continues his verbal assault on all four of her tender, not innocent in the least, but still offended ear drums. It wouldn't be so bad if he was at least good at it, but even she's starting to think that it's impossible.

"Sho, you should gib me a chance, cause I'm… ummm…"

She's pretty sure he's trying to flirt. She's actually almost sure he's trying to flirt, and for the life of her she doesn't understand why! She's nothing special, just another non descript rabbit faunus stuck on an overnight layover in Mantle while trying to get home to Vale. Not for the first time since she left on this trip, she wishes she hadn't agreed to come to Atlas to meet James Ironwood on behalf of the Rose Weapons Corporation.

She especially despises being the Heiress of the company her mother, a successful huntress, founded after her retirement.

"I got it!" He grins drunkenly at her as he pounds a fist into his hand. "I'm not a dolt!"

She couldn't help it. She couldn't stop her hand from colliding with her face, then slowly dragging it's way down her fair skin in her… She's honestly not sure if it's because she's exasperated, or because her older half brother Xiang would be crying at how badly this guy can flirt. "So I should leave with you because you're not a dolt?" She asks, getting an enthusiastic nod of the head in reply.

"Not only am I not a dolt, but I'm also a virgin!" He declares in his eagerness, a goofy smile on his face. One that grows as he takes another sip of his drink, what appears to be a vodka on the rocks by the look and smell of it. And she's convinced he's had at least two too many.

"Look, I'm flattered that you want to lose your v-card to me, but I have to pass." She replies calmly, feeling her heart break a bit at the sad puppy look that comes across his face. "I'm only here for the night."

"See?" He declares as his drunken smile returns in force. "You can make a man of me, then you'll never see me again! It's a win-win!"

"Uh huh." She mumbles as she motions for the bartender to top off her own wine glass. If she's going to keep listening to this, then she might as well as go ahead and get buzzed. "What's your name?" She asks, deciding she needs to give the source of her irritation a proper name other than Drunken Wolf Idiot.

"It's Eis, and did you know you have really pretty eyes?" He adds the last wistfully as he stares into them, making her stare into his own sky blues. She has to admit, he has gorgeous eyes, and after taking a liberal sip of her wine, she has to admit he's not too bad looking. Now if only he could actually flirt.

"You're not the first person to tell me that, Eis." She replies as she offers him her hand. "I'm…" Before she can introduce herself, a second drunk with dark skin and wearing a fedora pushes him into her, making her spill her wine as well as his vodka onto her dress. "Awwww, oatmeal cookies!" She swears as she grabs a napkin and tries desperately to clean herself off.

"Hey, Eis? There you go buddy!" Fedora cries out before he begins to cackle drunkenly.

"Flynt, you dolt!" The wolf named Eis roars as he quickly turns and shoves him away. Meanwhile, giving up on getting herself cleaned up, Ruby finally makes a bad decision and simply motions for a refill. If she has to keep dealing with this crap, then she's going to be good and drunk. Besides, all her clothes are back at the airship port, which means she's going to have to find a twenty four hour laundry or something to wash said clothes while praying she doesn't get arrested for being naked in public.

So, as her Mama Raven would say, time to load up on liquid courage and then wrestle the Ursa to get your weapon back.

"Damn, I'm so sorry." Eis murmurs as he turns back around and frowns. She's pretty sure she's a mess. She can feel her soaked bra starting to stick to her skin, as well as her skirt sticking to her bare…

She really doesn't want to know if a certain part of her anatomy can get independently drunk as well. It's a constant struggle to make sure it doesn't get her into trouble as it is.

"Look, it's fine. Can you just tell me where I can go to clean up?" She asks in irritation as she grabs at the bottle of red wine and simply tilts it up, spilling the contents into her mouth and down her throat in a fashion that would have her brother and the rest of her friends cheering her on. Not for the first time, she wishes she hadn't had quite as much fun at Beacon as she did, and had taken her studies and training a bit more seriously.

Nodding, he offers her an arm. "You can get cleaned up at my place." He replies quietly, obviously a bit sobered up. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She replies firmly as she glares at him. "And… thanks." She adds the last as her gaze softens. Offering the bartender her credit card, she makes sure he bills her for one more bottle of wine. If she has to keep listening to Eis's flirting, she definitely needs the liquid courage the fermented beverage provides.

Especially since he really is cute, and she's now tempted to lose her own virginity to him as well...

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"Wow, nice place." Ruby admits as the cab pulls up to the curb of a multi level apartment complex in downtown Atlas. She has to admit, he's been a polite gentleman during the entire trip, even trying to ignore the fact that her skirt has been slowly riding up her bare bottom to reveal it as well as her constantly wagging cotton tail.

"I live here with my twin sister." He replies as he struggles to look everywhere but at her exposed rear, while she takes another deep pull of the wine bottle still in her hand. "She works for the family company, while I am a huntsman."

This gets her attention. Her dream was always to follow in her mother's footsteps, but an accident when she was on a hunt left her with permanent nerve damage to her legs. Nothing painful, but still unable to use her semblance to its full effectiveness. "I was a licensed Huntress in Vale." She admits to him quietly as he pays the driver and gets out, offering her a hand out next. "Got hurt on a hunt, and had to quit."

He smiles sadly at her as she struggles to lower her skirt back down on her bottom. "My sister lost her sword arm during her last hunt. Her body rejected the prosthesis."

"Damn." She mutters before finishing the bottle, while struggling to stay upright on legs that are quickly refusing to continue to function. But she can't help but to squeak as she suddenly gets scoop up into surprisingly powerful arms, a smiling Eis looking at her.

"See? I knew I would sweep you off your feet before the night was out." He declares as he walks towards the door, the doorman nodding as he opens it for them.

"Finally! You learned how to flirt!" She declares with a giggle as she cuddles into his chest, enjoying the movement of powerful muscles obviously hidden underneath his dress shirt.

She almost wants to see them…

"I admit, there was more liquid courage pumping through my veins than blood at the time." He replies as he carries her through the lobby and towards the elevators. "But, I do believe we have traded places now."

"Ayup. And how can a beefcake like you still be single?!" She blinks as he chuckles while shaking his head.

"Willow, my twin, doesn't help matters there." He replies as the doors open and he steps in. "She firmly believes very few women are good for me."

"She's just being a good sister then." Fuck, he smells really good. And his wolf ears are so freaking cute! "My older brother's an asshole. But you? You're so cute I could almost eat you up like a tasty snack!"

Eis chuckles as he continues to hold her securely in his arms. "And you claim I'm bad at flirting?" He asks as he looks at her with those sky blues she's rapidly getting lost in.

"I'm drunk. I'm allowed to be bad at it." She declares with a wink. And then her sensitive nose catches the scent of spoiling wine, making her frown. "I stink."

"It's not that… WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU DOLT?!" She can't help but giggle as she stops unbuttoning her blouse to look at him.

"I'm stinky." Is her simple response before she returns to unbuttoning her red and black blouse, while the doors ding. But she can't help but to laugh as the white wolf makes a mad dash down the hallway and towards one of only two doors down the entire corridor.

Setting her down on her feet, she keeps laughing as he pats his pockets, obviously looking for a key or a scroll. Meanwhile, she finishes unbuttoning her blouse and slips out of it. And the look on his face as she stands there in just her bra, skirt, and heels, her blouse in her hands is absolutely priceless.

She can feel the warmth starting in her core. A warmth that won't be denied…

They barely get through the door before her lips are against his, while her hands work at unbuckling his belt. It's been a long twenty five years of chaste virginity, and her frustration is at a boiling point. She can feel her tail wagging so quickly it almost feels like it's going to fall off or go flying off, but she doesn't care. She's still fairly young, far from home, and he did present an excellent argument in that they'll never see each other again after tonight.

Ruby Rose is moaning within seconds. She is soon screaming within minutes. And Eis is full of shit if he's still a virgin in her eyes after bringing her to her first real orgasm ever. The first of many. But neither the rabbit faunus or the wolf faunus realize that she had moved a little bit too quickly, neither of them even considering using any kind of protection whatsoever...

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Eis Schnee awakens with a start, clutching his head and groaning in his discomfort. After agreeing to go out with his partner, Flynt Coal, to a local pub popular with travelers simply passing through, he soon found himself drunk and flirting with…

All he can remember is her brilliant quicksilver eyes. Those and how much he had made her scream as they made passionate love in his now partially destroyed bed.

Glancing at the opposite side of said piece of furniture, he sighs as he realizes that she was already gone, only the smell of her perfume to prove the fact that she even existed. Noticing his bladder and the fact that it is demanding to be emptied, he finally stands and rushes into the bathroom, groaning at the fact that despite her absence, she still left several bite marks on his shoulders and chest, including one that appears to have drawn some blood.

He's more than a bit concerned that she's mate marked him, but he soon puts it out of his mind as he smells the first aroma of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. Grabbing a pair of shorts, he stops long enough to put them on before exiting and joining his sister, Willow.

"Good morning, Twit. I see you finally took advantage of me being gone and punched your v-card." Willow, like him, is unusually tall for a woman at six foot, one inches in height thanks to their birth father, a Mountain of a wolf faunus man. With her long, ankle length white hair, brilliant ruby red eyes, and curvy figure, she is possibly the most highly sought after bachelorette in all of Atlas and Mantle, despite her missing limb.

"Indeed, dolt. It was nice having the place to myself for a change." He replies quietly as he helps himself to the coffee. Looking around, he sighs as he notices that, once again, there is no sign of the young mystery woman who came home with him last night. A few small clues in the fact that his own clothes are still strewn about, the smell of laundry detergent and fabric softeners cling to the air, and her empty wine bottle is still in the garbage.

"Then perhaps I should return to Vale more often." She replies quietly as she slowly sips at her coffee, the mug held securely in her sole hand. "I found myself having a rather lovely evening of my own with a particularly handsome man around our age."

"Oh?" He asks curiously as he sits next to her and grabs at the morning paper. "Please say you at least caught his name." He adds while opening it to the classifieds to look for a small hunt of some kind to stay busy.

"Xiang Xiao Long, my dear twit. And let me guess, you once again showed your lack of manners by not introducing yourself properly?" She asks while shaking her head in disbelief.

"I will admit to being quite intoxicated. So much so that even Dad would have been lecturing me."

"Ouch. When even Daddy would be raising hell as he calls it, you know you overdid it somehow." She admits as she sets her coffee down and checks her messages. "I wish the guild would leave me alone." She suddenly blurts out angrily as she throws her scroll across the room and into a wall. "Why would I take a contract now?! When I am a diminished weakling!"

Seeing the coming meltdown, Eis puts his own search for work to the side to wrap his arms around his volatile twin. "Be at peace, sister. I'll go have a word with the general."

She nods as she bursts into tears while clinging to him. "Is it not bad enough to be a cripple, Eis?! Is it not torture enough to not even be able to look at myself in a mirror without feeling like a weakling?!"

"Shhhh, you are not a cripple, Noiry. You are the strongest woman I know. Not many can continue on like you have, living your life as you do with courage and passion." He whispers to her as he rubs her back.

All thoughts of figuring out who his mystery partner flee his mind as he begins to rock his sibling gently, while she weeps into his chest with almost bone shaking sobs of sorrow. It would be several hours before he is able to return to his room to make his bed, discovering a bracelet of some kind left behind on his mysterious guest's side of his bed. A bracelet with a burning rose set in the middle…

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Ruby sighs as she settles deeper into her seat in the business class section of the Melta Airlines airship. After the events of her drunken night, as well as the rush to wash her clothes and get back to the airship port, she can only hope no one saw her walk of shame. Both of her mothers would kill her for pulling a Xiang, and Robin would be giving her shit for it for years to come.

But wow! What a night before all the rushing around!

As she settles down even more into her seat, while also curling up under the blanket she bought at the port, she is beginning to drift off when her scroll begins to vibrate insistently. Opening one silver eye, she begins to swear softly as she sees her older brother's grinning face on the screen. Grabbing an earbud out of her purse, she sighs as she puts it into one human ear and pushes the green button. "What?"

"Damn sis, is that any way to greet your favorite brother?"

"You're my only brother, thank the Goddesses, and I'm hung over."

"Awwww, poor poor bunny. It's been too Xiao Long since I took you out, hasn't it?" The older blonde replies impishly.

"Oh shut up, you obnoxious dragon!" Ruby snarls as she digs in her purse for some asprin or something to make the pounding in her head go away. "What do you want?!"

"I met someone."

"What's their name?" She asks as she motions to a flight attendant for something to drink, grateful the woman brings a bottle of water a moment later and not soda or alcohol.

"Her, thanks. I think I'm done with non binaries since Blake broke my heart and all." She can't help but to have a small moment of sympathy for her bisexual disaster of a brother. He had loved Blake Belladonna deeply, and the nonbinary panther faunus had broken his heart into pieces when they decided they were more interested in the fairer sex than him. Ruby and Raven both still have some choice words for the panther the next time they cross either woman's paths.

"Wow, an actual woman this time? You must be losing your touch with men again." She can't help but to tease him. She recognizes that tone of voice, and she wants him to stay positive.

"Correction: a black wolf faunus woman. A perfect black wolf faunus woman." She smiles at the delight in his voice, and quickly takes the headache medicine in her hand so that she can keep him on topic. "Tell me about her."

Ruby Rose keeps smiling as she settles back into her chair, under her new blanket, and listens to her brother tell her excitedly about this new woman he met while in Vale, while she was there on a business trip. At least until she realizes that her bracelet is missing…

#white rose week 2021 #ruby rose #weiss schnee #white rose #genderbend weiss #genderbend Yang #drunken shenanigans #bad flirting #good flirting #my writing #humor #i will go down with this ship

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razberrybi · 4 years

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hello! this isn’t the most timely of postings, but I want to make a series with stuff I wish I knew before applying for/getting into college. the series will be most helpful to lower-income american students, because that’s my experience! eventually I’ll have more stuff regarding STEM courses & tips for when you do start college. everything will be tagged #college help by raz. I’ll get a link for it up and running on my blog.

first off, probably the ugliest part of the process for me: filing the FAFSA, aka the Free Application for Federal Student Aid. I wouldn’t be able to go to college without it but the process literally brought me to tears.

if I save just one student some unnecessary frustration, then my job here is done! kal @promethes was my inspiration to do this, she’s running something with a similar purpose in a couple months so if you’re interested keep an eye out for that.

finally, if you’re trying to get into college/are just getting in and have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me an ask!

if you don’t want to open up the link above to a google doc, the text is available under the cut.

Things to know about the FAFSA:

It opens on October 1st every year. Be prepared to file it right when it opens, the aid is first come, first served.

If you’re going right into college after high school, that means you should apply on October 1st of your senior year.

If you missed the deadline, it’s open till June 30th the next year, but do not procrastinate this. Please trust me. Mark October 1st on your calendar, know it like your birthday. This is free money from the gov, don’t miss out.

You need to file for the FAFSA every year you’re in college, it’s not a one-and-done thing.

To file, you will need an FSA ID for you AND one of your parents (unless you’re not a dependent. If you’re living with a parent/legal guardian and they provide more than 50% of your financial support, you’re probably their dependent. That means they claim you on their taxes & get money back on their return). Make those FSA IDs here. Remember the passwords.

These are separate accounts that you’ll need to actually file the FAFSA. Also, if you have loans taken out they’ll show up here.

When you’re ready to do the FAFSA, use this official website. Other websites can charge you. They might not be secure and definitely won’t be any easier.

Sometimes, income is complicated or parents aren’t always on top of their taxes. Thankfully FAFSA wants documents from two years prior, i.e., for the 2020-21 school year they’re asking for 2018 taxes.

Try to check that those are filed away somewhere you can access before the Oct. 1 deadline. Make sure your parents know the government will pay for your schooling if you do this, and you usually won’t have to give that money back.

If your situation changed and you make a lot less than you did 2 years ago, contact your school’s financial aid office. Sometimes they can help with extra aid.

What documents will you need?

Your social security number

Your driver’s license, if you have one

W-2 forms from 2 years prior, and other records of money earned

Your (and/or your parents’) Federal income tax return from 2 years prior (form 1040, will be different if you’re in an American territory and not one of the states)

Any untaxed income records form 2 years prior, like payments to deferred pension & savings plans, tax exempt interest & child support

Records of taxable earnings from federal work-study from 2 years ago

Record of grants, scholarships, or fellowship aid that was included in you or your parent’s 2018 adjusted gross income

Any current bank statements

Any current business and investment mortgage info, business/farm records, stocks/bonds info

Documentation that you’re a permanent US resident or other eligible noncitizen

If you’re lucky, all these records will be filed in one spot or easily accessible. Try to access them early just in case.

If you have an idea what colleges you’re applying to, add them to the FAFSA when prompted. This will help you know exactly how much money they’re giving you sooner.

Because of the whole “parents not being on top of taxes” thing, I’ve always had to manually put things in instead of clicking the button that lets you manually import the info.

It’s frustrating and takes a while, but you will be able to do it. Thankfully the FAFSA has been getting better with the help available on the page (you can click an info button and it explains most things).

Still unsure what something means? Open a new tab on your browser and google it. You need to answer everything honestly, don’t take chances and take your time.

If you do get to auto-import, I suggest you go through the information manually to double check things if it lets you! I’ve used a similar tool with a tax-filing service and they can get some things wrong.

There are a couple “optional” sections. I fill them all out except for the section about assets, which I’ve consistently skipped. I always get max aid doing this, your mileage may vary.

When you finish, you’ll get a number for your EFC, or expected family contribution--how much they predict your family will have to pay for college. For example, if that number is 000, you’ll hopefully get maximum aid and your tuition will be paid for.

Sometimes, they can’t give it all in grants (money you don’t have to pay back), so some of the money will be made out to you as subsidized or unsubsidized loans. If you need them, take out the subsidized loans first, these will not gain interest until your grace period ends, typically 6 months after graduation.

I’ve literally never had success applying for random online scholarships and I applied to a lot of them. The FAFSA is so important if your family is low-income, those grants cover my entire tuition. The rest of my college, including room/board and a shitton of fees, is covered by merit scholarships directly from my school. I go to a large, in-state school, and suggest you stay in state if you can’t get into an out of state college that will 100% pay everything for you. Those colleges, not coincidentally, are also extremely hard to get into especially if you don’t have connections--think the Ivies, MIT, etc.

I recommend in-state because it’s almost always much cheaper than out of state tuition. Sometimes colleges have programs that will let you go to another state and pay in-state tuition at their partner school, if you’re desperate to move far look for those programs OR find a farther college in your state keeping in mind how good their program is for the major you’re looking at.

Also, fancy private schools might get you some connections or more famous speakers at events but the quality of your education won’t be much better, if at all.

Look for scholarships that come directly from the school you like.

Merit scholarships are money your school will give you for having good grades/test scores. How much money 100% depends on the school. Mine had a program where they had different levels of aid, and they calculated which level you fell into based on your high school GPA, ACT, and SAT scores. It’s worth trying to improve your scores on one of those tests if you know it’ll get you more money. These scholarships tend to renew every year/semester if you keep your GPA up in college.

For school-specific questions, contact the school’s financial aid office. For general questions, contact me! Send an ask to @razberrybi on tumblr.

Finally--if you manage to complete the FAFSA wholly or partially on your own, congratulations!! It’s not an easy feat. In my experience the FAFSA is literally harder and more frustrating than filing your taxes. Treat yourself for getting it done!

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happytsukki · 4 years

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common sense

k. tsukishima

you were a fool. but only for tsukishima. (f! reader)

a/n: ive been reading the manga and chapters 370+ literally have me bawling, im so emotionally attached. also fun fact you cant get your drivers license in japan till you graduate high school,,big rip for (y/n) and her food.

someone with common sense would’ve ran home to avoid the predicted forecast. they would’ve enjoyed safely arriving home without getting a single drop of rain on their uniform. but you lacked common sense.

the steady beat of raindrops hitting the ground accompanied by a strong gust of wind greeted you as you exited the school. you stood waiting, a bright green umbrella painted with purple triceratops in one hand while you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“what are you still doing here?” a voice suddenly asked, snapping you out of your trance. looking up you locked eyes with tsukishima causing a champagne pink hue to creep onto your cheeks.

“oh, i-uh, knew you didn’t have an umbrella, so i figured i would wait for you and we could walk together,” you beamed. tsukishima rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses, but you swore you could see the corners of his lips curl up.

you knew tsukishima. you knew he hated the rain and deep down, he appreciated your kind gesture even if he didn’t say it.

he grabbed the umbrella in your hand and opened it outside the safety of the building. he took two steps into the rain before turning around to realize you were still frozen on the steps of karasuno high. there you were, an idiot shivering from head to toe in the cold weather, yet you still had a smile painted across your face.

“are you gonna just stand there or are you actually coming?” he muttered, his eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion.

“coming!!” you cooed before running down the steps and practicing colliding with him as you pressed closer to him under the tiny umbrella. maybe you should’ve packed a bigger umbrella, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

you walked in unison, small drops falling onto your sweater as you could barely fit under the umbrella with the beanpole. you took notice of one hand tucked away in the warmth of his jacket and the other clutching the umbrella for the two of you. and with your warm gloves, you placed a hand over his.

“sorry, your hand seemed a little cold” you blurted out, slightly afraid he would take his hand away in disgust. but he didn’t, he let you hold his hand. you could finally release the breath you were holding and smiled. rainy days never felt good. the sky may have been dark and gloomy, but being with him felt as if it was another spring day, the sun beaming brightly and the birds chirping.

your walk consisted of asking tsukishima about his volleyball club season and him asking about your classes. you wanted to amuse him, to hear his laugh just once, so you told him the story of how you went to school thinking you math test only to find it was actually an english test, receiving a grade no higher than your age.

and miraculously, he laughed. it was subtle and quiet, but it took away your breath and made your heart race.

tsukishima halted, finally arriving at his home. he glanced up at the sky before catching it slowly transform from a color to a baby blue.

“it stopped raining—“ you cut him off midsentence, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him closer before you placed a quick peck on his lips.

“bye!” you shouted as you ran away. leaving poor tsukishima standing there, dumbfounded as to why his heart was beating so fast and why his knees turned into complete jelly.

you liked tsukishima. and luckily, he liked you too.

someone with common sense would’ve finished their homework and took advantage of a night free of worry. they would’ve enjoyed a full eight hours of sleep while dreams danced through their mind. but you lacked common sense.

the kitchen clock read 2:18, you were growing impatient waiting for cookies in the oven. before your crazy attempt to make lunches and treats for the entire karasuno team, you studied for your history test and finished a 10-page essay due the next day.

with your apron stained with all sorts of condiments and food, you glanced at the pile of bento boxes placed on your dining table. each decorated with a name of every player on karasuno’s mens volleyball club, of course including the cutest managers and best coaches.

the lunch box on top, reading my tsukki, my moon made with extra love and care for you boyfriend.

tomorrow was the miyagi prefectural qualifiers and as much as you wanted to be there, you had school. you longed to be in the crowds, screaming for tsukki and karasuno at the top of your lungs. so of course, you felt guilty for not being able to give your support. an alternative? food.

beep beep. the timer of the oven finally went off and you breathed a sigh of relief. you weren’t sure how long you could keep your eyelids open. your tiredness must’ve gotten to your head because without a second thought you opened the oven and reached for the scorching pan.

you spewed a variety of curses quietly in an attempt to not wake your parents, but the pain was intolerable. after taking the cookies out with the opposite hand, throwing them in a container and trying to type out ‘how to deal with burns’ with your pinky while one hand held ice (not a good idea) to the burn— you fell asleep on the couch.

not even 3 hours later, you woke up. oh the things i do for this boy. you shook your head, a smile creeping onto your face just thinking about him. you quickly throw on a hoodie and carefully place the food into a basket attached to your bike.

the sun had barely come up, just peeking from the horizon. it was way too early. riding your bike to karasuno while you rubbed your eyes constantly and yawned nonstop was a challenge. you almost tipped over several times. but once you arrived you were greeted by a horde of “hey it’s y/n!!” but the only thing you could really hear was “y/n what are you doing here?”

“well, good morning to you too, tsukki,” you chirped, taking the food out of your basket and carefully distributing it to everyone.

“wow y/n, you really didn’t have to do this.” daichi said. “but this does look amazing.” sugawara butt in, admiring the cute design. “y/n you’re the best, seriously!!” praised hinata, already shoving a small bite into his mouth for a quick ‘taste.’

when you handed tsukki his, confusion and worry came across his face. “but— look at you y/n. you look terrible.” he spat, reaching over to inspect your face. he titled your chin up and pulled your eyes wide.

“is that what you tell your girlfriend after she spent all night to make you lunch?” you pouted, slightly hurt from how he reacted.

“i think y/n looks pretty, like always.” yamaguchi gushed from afar.

“shut up yamaguchi.” “sorry tsukki!!”

“but you know thats not what i meant. i’m just worried about, you look like you haven’t sleep at all.” he shook his head.

“hey! technically i slept for 3 hours.” you argued, earning a signature tsukishima eye roll from the man himself.

“you’re an idiot, y/n. but thank you.” he muttered and placed a kiss on your forehead. suddenly, coach ukai cut in and yelled for everyone to get in the van. groaning, tsukki squeezed you into a hug.

“sorry i can’t be there, but win for me and i’ll be there next match. i promise” you pouted, adding an extra boost of encouragement for tsukishima. these days, you’d noticed how passionate he’d become about the sport and no words could describe your happiness over this.

after waving bye to the team and wishing them the best of luck, you stood alone in the parking lot. happy and excited for what was to come for the karasuno boys volleyball club. but stupid for thinking you could make it through the rest of your day on the mere 3 hours of sleep.

you were an idiot— a fool, perhaps.

someone might as well hand you a jester hat and shoes, bells included, of course. because you were a fool, for tsukishima kei only.

someone with common sense would’ve followed the sign saying “only players allowed on court.” they would’ve yelled praises of encouragement from the stands and just sent a text. but you lacked common sense.

as soon as you saw red liquid ooze from tsukishima’s hand, you hoped out of your seat and grabbed your belongings without hesitation. oh no. your heart sunk and before yachi could even try to calm you down you were already running.

past the crowds and down the stairs leading to the court. you sprinted towards the karasuno team, completely ignoring the officials yelling at you.

you gently pushed through tsukishima’s teammates and an angry expression reached your face once you met eyes with the boy.

“tsukishima kei, are you stupid?” you cursued at him. his face turns a slight pink as his teammates snicker at your typical girlfriend antics. meanwhile, several tournament officials walked over to check on tsukishima’s condition and kick you off the court since you weren’t a player. but you didn’t care. you took his hurt hand into yours, putting your face closer to examine the extent of his injury.

he winced in pain causing your anger to melt away. “you almost gave me a heart attack, you have no idea how worried i was up th-“ you blab on before tsukishima reassures you.

“y/n i’m still breathing, right? you care about me that much huh?” tsukishima smirked as he tried to hide the pain he felt in his right hand.

“okay lovebirds, why don’t you go to the medical office together and get it checked out? we’re going to need you back on the court, tsukishima.” coach ukai quickly sends the two of you away in hopes of him returning by the fifth set.

akiteru and yachi anxiously follow as you and tsukishima rush to the medical office. they wait outside and the doctor tells you two that only his pinky is discolated and the rest of his fingers are fine, so he can still return but he has to wait for the bleeding to stop. the doctor excuses himself to get more bandages, leaving the two of you alone.

you stand up from your seat to stand in front of tsukishima. his face is serious, clearly still fixated on the game still going on at the moment. you wanted to give him peace but you couldn’t hold in how proud you were.

you go on to explain how amazed you were. “and when you jumped up to block, i knew ushijima had no chance— then BOOM! his spike goes straight down into the floor. i think i broke yachi’s eardums with my screaming. not to mention how hot you looked out there like what the hell??” you gushed, making tsukishima smile amidst his pain.

he pulled you in closer and wrapped his long arms around your torso, tucking his face into the comfort of your neck. like muscle memory, your hand finds its way to his back and began to rub circles.

“you’re really sweaty, tsukki. its kinda gross.” you whisper into his hear making him click his tongue in response. but despite the perspiration dripping down his back, you honestly didn’t mind.

tsukishima pulls away, his eyes wander around your face. his breath hitching at your every feature, especially at how your eyes possessed a unique twinkle that didn’t just resemble stars but the entire galaxy. then he remembers the day he fell in love with you, that day you walked home together in the rain.

“god y/n, you’re crazy you know that, right? but i love you.” he chuckles. “i know.” you proudly state while you try to hide the fact that your heart was physically hurting from how fast it was beating. “and i-“ you sprinkle a dozen kisses all over tsukishima’s face. one for eveything you loved about him.” love you too, kei” you say before pressing your swollen lips against his.

“now go out there and beat shiratorizawa’s ass!”

and that’s exactly what he does.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu writing #haikyuu oneshot #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #anime scenarios #anime imagines

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verstappenfan · 3 years

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The scar on my right palm

People often ask me how I got the scar on my right palm. It usually happens when I go to shake hands with people or just accidentally show them the palm of my hand. They look at my hand and say something along the lines of: “What’s that? Let me grab your hand real quick and put it right up to my eye so I can stare at that weird line on your hand. Dude, is that a scar? How did you get a scar there? That is weird my guy.”

Not the biggest fan, but I can’t really help it. Scars fade, but they never go away completely, they are always there whether you like it or not. So people are free to stare and poke and prod because that is their god-given right, apparently. I probably wouldn’t be that different if I hadn’t had my scar if I am being honest. Everyone is curious and constantly seeking information about each other. And anyway, how many people do you know that have a scar on their right palm?

The healing process of a scar goes as follows: Right after the scar has been made the inflammatory process begins, this usually lasts only for a few days. During this stage, the bleeding will stop and our best friends, the white blood cells, will come running as fast as they can and fight any nasty infection you might have. The scar at this point will look red and swollen. Afterwards, the proliferative stage takes place and lasts for three to four weeks. During this stage, fibroblasts (let’s call them skin and tissue creators) gather at the site of the injury just like people would gather at the sight of a violent murder. These fibroblasts will then create a thing called “Collagen”. The collagen strengthens your wound and pulls the edges of said wound closer together. At the same time, tiny blood vessels are formed to aid the healing process. At this stage the scar will become thicker and uncomfortable, many people usually worry at this stage because the scar looks worse, but there isn’t any need to, it is simply a part of the healing process. Lastly, the remodelling stage can begin. This stage can take anywhere from several weeks to many years to finish, depending on how bad the scar is. The scar will go from thick and red to thin and white, barely noticeable. But don’t worry, it will still be there, it will never go away.

But you might ask, “How did you get this scar then? And what was the point of telling us the healing process of a scar?” For your second question, the answer is simple. The more you know the better, right? I gave you information for free, be grateful. For your first question though, that is a bit of a story if I am honest. See I had this friend, we will call him Kyle, short for Kyloffer.

Kyle was my first real friend, and by that I mean someone I actually wanted to hang out with, not just some classmate you pretend you are friends with for about four hours while you smash your toy trucks together at terminal velocity. Someone you can actually talk to and feel like they aren’t judging you. Kyle felt the same way about me, friends forever and all that jazz.

But you see, back when I was a little smaller, let’s say around fourteen or fifteen, Kyle told me he was moving away during the summer. His parents had got a new job somewhere, so they had to move, as it would be much easier for the parents to live closer to their work. Besides, you can just change school like you change the background of your phone without having too big of an impact on your life, right? But I shouldn’t talk, mommy and daddy know best.

Kyle and I would still be able to talk, of course, but it would be over the phone, and I don’t know if you know this, but hearing someone’s voice and seeing them in person can’t really be compared when you actually think about it, no matter what people try to tell you. So, fearing that we might somehow lose contact, we decided to do something drastic! Now, now, calm down, we didn’t create a suicide pact where we both would jump in front of a train. We did something less drastic, but it was still a pact, a blood pact. We had heard about people being bonded forever with the help of blood pacts, so we decided to do one.

We met up one evening with two knives, we had to be a bit sneaky with them because two teenagers with kitchen knives just walking around would arouse no suspicion at all. We went into the forest and walked in as far as we could without getting lost, so about twenty meters off the path basically. We took out our knives and looked each other in the eye. No, before you ask, there was no romantic or sexual tension in the air, thanks for asking.

We placed the knives on our palms, let the sharp end pierce our skin like it was butter, and grabbed each other’s hands with a firm grip. Any businessman would have hired us on the spot, trust me. We sat there for a few minutes, not really knowing when to stop. We stopped when we heard someone coming along the path. We got scared for a second because what would a person think about two teenage boys with blood on their hands and knives on the ground. Thankfully, it was just a jogger with her dog that ran past without a second look.

We laughed about it when she was out of earshot. We decided that the best way to walk home was with our bloody hand in our pocket. We promised each other we wouldn’t wash away the blood from our hand until the morning, so it really worked or some dumb thing we made up on the spot to make a ritual that we just did somehow actually work.

A scar never leaves you, it may fade with time, but it is always there. Just on your body, sitting there, telling you it will never leave you. You could say a scar can be your best friend, it is always there through your highs, but also your lows. Always remaining by your side until the day you die, and even then it stays until you decompose enough for it to finally not exist anymore. It is a soothing thought actually, that something will be with you when you die.

But a friendship can also fade with time, but unlike a scar, it can go away. Kyle and I talked all of that summer, even hung out for a week when my parents decided to take a mini-holiday in their city. We showed each other our scars and how they were still there. Just resting on our palms.

We started talking less and less when school actually started, we had always talked about how we would study the same thing, but halfway through his first year away from me, he started talking about how he wanted to do other things. I was okay with this, of course, people don’t need to do everything I want them to do. That would be selfish and egotistical to think everyone should revolve around me. But I still felt a bit hurt.

He met some other friends, the good kind. The kind I would probably like if I got the chance to interact with them. He started hanging out with his other friends more and more and spent less time talking to me. He often made up excuses like “Homework is overloading me”, “I promised -insert name here- I would hang out with them” and “Dude I just have a lot going on okay?”

Every time the excuses got more and more that he didn’t have enough time any more. I was okay with this, of course, people don’t need to do some of the things I want them to do. That would be controlling and selfish and egotistical. The world should not revolve around me, Kyle shouldn’t have to make his life revolve around our phone calls. But I still felt a bit hurt.

We started talking about once a month, it was supposed to be more, but sometimes he didn’t pick up the phone. When I got my driver’s license I asked if I should come over that summer so we could hang out, like the good old times. He said that he wasn’t sure if he would have time, the summer holidays are so short and all, right? But a few days into it, he called me for the first time in a long while (I had been calling for a while, not the other way around). He said that I should come over, it would be nice to reminisce.

So I got in my car and I drove through the hours and kilometres it would take to get there. When I finally got there he welcomed me in. We sat and he offered me a beer, I thought that was weird as he had never liked beer before. People change I suppose. I declined his offer and we just sat there. I asked him about the last few weeks and he did the same in return. He seemed to be mostly just using my questions and letting me make up new ones to keep the conversation going. I finally got around to asking him about his scar.

I will never forget his reaction, it pains me to this day whenever I think about it. It actually hurts to just think about it. He said “Scar?” Then he paused for a few seconds before getting hit with a realization as I was hit with a wall of something I can not describe in words, it was like my lungs had collapsed, my eyes began to water and my fingers twitched. “Oh yeah, sorry, yeah the scar is still there. Sorry, I forgot about it.” I simply responded that it wasn’t a big deal. I looked at my clock. I said, “Oh look at the time”. I looked up at him and said I had to go. He just stared at me confused, I had only been there for an hour. I left without saying a word, he followed me out to the driveway. He must have realized what he did wrong because he started apologizing for forgetting the scar, I simply said it was OK, no big deal. He then changed his answer when I opened the car door. He started saying that it was a long time ago, it was a childish thing, it wasn’t that big of a deal, I shouldn’t be so upset about it. I agree, I shouldn’t be so upset about it.

I slammed the car door and drove away, holding back the floodgates the best I could. In the safety of my home, I fell apart. Scars are always there, always a part of you. They will always remain by your side no matter if you are at the top of your game or have just hit rock bottom. Scars are there when you are sad, scars are there when you are happy. Scars are your closest friend.

When people ask me why I have a scar on my right palm, I simply respond with: “Oh yeah, as a child I was stupid and tried to catch a falling knife with my hand. Stupid. Little. Me.”

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shapeshifting-wildcard · 3 years

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"Would you like one of us to drive for a while?" Makoto fussed from the back.

Kanji took the first shift driving, with Zenkichi riding shotgun both to help navigate and to keep Kanji awake. The kids all dozed off in their seats, with only Makoto and Goro still clinging to consciousness. Jou slumped against Ryuji, having finally drifted off only a few minutes ago. Goro leaned against his other side, still awake, but looking like he was deliberately fighting off the urge to sleep just yet. Makoto's comment woke him enough to glance towards the driver's seat.

"'S fine," Kanji said. "I've pulled all-nighters plenty of times before, this is nothin'."

"Pulling an all-nighter and driving all night aren't exactly the same thing," Zenkichi muttered. He shook his head and glanced over his shoulder. "Seriously though, don't worry about us. We're adults, we can handle this. You guys just get some sleep."

"Are you sure?" Makoto pressed.

"Just let them do their jobs," Goro grumbled. He sat up and stretched his arms out in front of him. "Besides, we already know how shaky your driving is normally. I can't imagine it would get better after you've been up half the night."

Makoto huffed, face flushing in embarrassment.

"You have been getting better, though," Kanji pointed out. "It's like I keep saying, you just keep overcorrecting every time the wheel drifts. You'll get it with more practice."

"Thank you, Tatsumi-san."

"Meanwhile," Kanji said, glancing in Goro's direction, "you need to stop tryin' to squeeze into spaces that the RV only just fits into. You'll get us rear-ended if you don't start leaving more space."

Goro huffed and grumbled a bit, but he looked like he was taking the criticism on board. Zenkichi chuckled softly, amused by Kanji's parental tone.

"How long have you been driving, anyway, Tatsumi?"

"Hm? Me?" Kanji tapped the steering wheel as he did the math. "Uh, four or five years, I think? But I was also the last person in my friend group to get a license, since I'm the youngest. So I picked up a lot of tips from watching all of them learn how to drive."

"You're the youngest?" Makoto repeated, sounding surprised.

"Yeah I get that a lot," Kanji remarked.

"So I guess you never really got to be the getaway driver for your friend group, huh?" Zenkichi joked. Kanji let out an annoyed grunt.

"What kinda friends do you think I have?"

Zenkichi froze, clearly recognizing the hole he’d just dug himself. "Uh..."

"Isn't one of your friends the previous Detective Prince?" Goro piped up.

"Yep, exactly." Kanji nodded. "My friends honestly weren't the trouble-making types. I was the only one who got tarred with that brush. You beat up one damn biker gang..."

"Why did you beat up a biker gang?" Makoto asked.

"They were loud and keepin' my ma up all night," Kanji said, shrugging. "I just wanted to look out for her, y'know?"

"Beat up a biker gang for your mom." Zenkichi shook his head, smiling despite himself. "Well, I guess there are worse reasons you could have chosen."

"Listen, it was just the one time!"

"Sure, sure," Zenkichi said, lightly teasing. "So, your friend group consists of you and a detective. Mind if I ask what other kinds of colorful characters you know?"

Kanji made a thoughtful noise. "Well, there's Yukiko-senpai, who runs the local inn. There's her girlfriend, Chie-senpai, who went into the force..."

"Oh, one of your friends is a police officer?" Makoto said, perking up a little.

"What're the odds," Zenkichi said.

"Honestly, she's been on the fence about whether she's gonna stick with the force or just join the Shadow Operatives full time," Kanji pointed out. "Her whole goal is to help people, but she's got enough of an impulsive streak that she's worried she's going to end up messing up and hurtin' someone instead. At least on the Shadow Operatives she doesn't have to worry as much about using 'excessive force' on most Shadows. Plus, there's less paperwork."

"Yeah, that's the one part of police work they never really tell you about on TV," Zenkichi said. "All the paperwork you have to keep on top of."

"How tough is it?" Makoto asked. "Being part of the police, I mean."

"Well, it sure ain't easy," Zenkichi replied. Kanji grunted.

"Yeah, from what I've heard."

"Oh, right, you're studying to become some police bigwig, aren't you, Niijima?"

"Yes," she replied, "but I've only just begun."

"Wouldn't really recommend it myself," Zenkichi said. Kanji raised an eyebrow and briefly glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Goro sat up, shooting him an equally surprised look. "This job's nothin' but hell."

"I'm surprised you'd say that so openly," Goro remarked.

"It's the truth," Zenkichi shrugged. "Your hours are a mess, you get transferred all over the place... Anything goes down at the scene, you get blamed."

"Yeah, and that kinda stuff plays havoc on your family life," Kanji said.

Zenkichi grimaced.

"I take it that's another reason your senpai is considering leaving the force?" Goro said.

"Eh, I mean Yukiko-senpai's pretty busy with the inn anyway so I don't think that's been much of an issue for them. I'm actually thinkin' of somebody else I know."

"Who?"

Kanji tapped the wheel for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "Yu-senpai's cousin, Nanako Dojima."

"One of her parents is in the force, too?" Makoto asked.

"Her dad, yeah," Kanji said, nodding. "And ever since her mom died, it's been just the two of 'em."

"I know how that feels," Makoto said, voice quiet. "My mother died when I was young, and... my father later died in the line of duty."

"Man, I'm sorry to hear that," Kanji said.

Silence fell over the RV for a good few moments, filled only with the light snores of the sleeping teens. Goro absentmindedly slipped his hand into Jou's, giving it a light squeeze.

"What about you, Zenkichi?" Makoto said eventually. "Do you have any family waiting for you at home?"

"Good question," Zenkichi muttered.

"When's the last time you've been home?" Kanji asked.

Zenkichi's silence spoke volumes.

"You should probably visit 'em soon."

"I know," Zenkichi snapped. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's just—criminals don't care about your schedule. Neither do tragedies."

"Yeah, I know," Kanji said, taking on a surprisingly gentle tone. "That's why it's so important to spend time with them while you still can. 'Cause you never know when tragedy will hit home."

Zenkichi let out a tired sigh. His gaze drifted out the side window, away from Kanji. "...Yeah. Yeah, I know."

#!drabbles #!long post #!event: Summer Scramble #((changing up a convo that happens in-game))#((because Kanji has a perspective to share))

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chiaki-translation · 4 years

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ACTOR’S CIRCUIT: Event Translation Ch1-4

Hello, I’m back with another event, people have been requesting this event so here I am. It is considerably longer than Power Ranger event so I decided to break it down into 3 parts for the main chapters. Translation will be under the cut, enjoy~

Anyway, just some random thought, the whole story to me sounds like an ambassador of safe driving somehow...

ACTOR’S CIRCUIT Ch1-4 / / Ch 5-7 / / Ch8-10 / / Epilogue

Disclaimer:

A3! is owned by Liber Entertainment

Taichi:

Today’s driving lesson’s finally over!

Then, let’s go back to the dorm—

Ah? There’s a LIME message.

Eh, from Azuma-san?

That’s rare-

Azuma:

Good work today, have you finished your lesson today?

Taichi:

I just finished the course, I’ve just reached the nearby station!

Azuma:

So the lesson venue is in the nearby station.

I’ll come over there with a car, wait a while.

Taichi:

He’ll come here with a car… Azuma-san will?

Azuma:

Doggy-kun, sorry for the wait.

Tasuku:

Good work.

Taichi:

So it’s Tasuku-san who’s driving!

When Azuma-san contacted me earlier, I was a bit surprised hearing that Azuma-san will come to pick me up with a car.

Azuma:

We were driving and we happened to be near here.

Tasuku:

We happened to pass by the nearby driving school, then we thought of the one we heard before.

Apparently, it’s the correct one.

Taichi:

The timing’s perfect!

Thank you~!

Tasuku:

Is your lesson going well?

Taichi:

I’ve somehow gotten my temporary license, but I have to try real hard to get the real license.

Azuma:

Even the company will be happy to have more drivers. Do your best, Doggy-kun.

Taichi:

Yes! Ban-chan also got one recently, I’ll do my best too!

Taichi:

I’m home!

Tasuku:

I’m home.

Tsuzuru:

Welcome back.

What a rare combination of people.

Azuma:

It happened that Doggy-kun just finished his lesson, so we went to pick him up on the way.

Tsuzuru:

I see.

Tasuku:

So today, Minagi is in charge of dinner.

Tsuzuru:

Yes. It seems that Fushimi-san will be late due to work today.

Taichi:

Oh~ It looks nice!

My stomachs really rumbling now!

Tsuzuru:

Haha, good work on your lesson today.

It’s already done so you can start eating.

Taichi:

Alright! Let’s eat!

Hmm~ Delicious~!

Director:

Ah, Taichi-kun. Tasuku-san and Azuma-san too, you’re back.

Welcome back.

Tasuku:

Yeah, I’m home.

Sakyo:

Oi, those who can drive a car, come here and read this immediately.

Azuma:

What’s happening?

Director:

Actually, a famous theatrical car race from abroad, “Stage Light Race”, seems to be coming to Japan.

They are planning to hold “Veludo Race” In Veludo Town this time, and it’s going to be broadcasted in TV too.

Tasuku:

“Stage Light Race”, I’ve heard of it before.

Sakyo:

And then, this Veludo Race offers a good amount of money as the winning prize.

Azuma:

I see, so we’re aiming for the prize money.

Taichi:

Oh~ It sounds interesting!

I’ll go call those who have driving license!

Sakyo:

Everyone’s been assembled.

Director:

Those who have a driver license in the company now are Itaru-san, Chikage-san, Guy-san, Tsumugi-san, and Banri-kun who just gotten his license recently.

Sakyo:

After that is Takato, Yukishiro, and me.

Kazunari:

Right!

Sakyo:

Oi, why is Miyoshi and Ikaruga here.

Director:

Misumi-kun and Kazunari-kun don’t have driver license right?

Kazunari:

Taicchan seems to be talking about something interesting, so I came here!

Sakyo:

You…

Misumi:

I got my driving license recently~

Troupe Members:

Eh!?

Taichi:

Si, since when…!

Taichi:

Misumi-san, you have a driving license!?

Misumi:

I got it recently~

Because if I drive, I can search for more triangles in far away places!

Banri:

As I thought it’s for that.

Tsuzuru:

You never change, it stays a mystery as per usual….

Chikage:

Then, why is it that you’re gathering those with driving license here?

Sakyo:

A theatrical car race called Veludo Race will be held this time.

The participation requirement is being a member of a theatre group in Veludo Town and the driver needs to have a driving license.

Director:

From the troupe members, we have to choose 2 people as the driver and the navigator to be in 1 group, it seems that we can register up to 3 groups.

We can rent the car, but it’s okay to use our own car.

Then, there will be special rules for the Veludo Race too.

Guy:

What’s the special rule?

Sakyo:

First one is ‘adhere to the speed limit’.

If you drive faster than the speed limit, you’ll be out immediately.

Second is ‘stopping or starting suddenly is prohibited’.

Whatever happens, safe driving is the most important.

Third is, ‘stop at the designated checkpoint and complete the task given’.

Those are all 3 rules given.

When you complete the task in the third rule, you’ll get points and it seems that the overall winner will be the pair that racks up the most point.

Guy:

So it’s not a competition of speed.

Sakyo:

Yeah. Then, the winning pair’s troupe will be able to perform in the stage along with the other participants from the same troupe.

That’s about the rough explanation of the race.

Tasuku:

So what you mean is if we won, on top of getting the winning prize, we can also do some PR for our company with the performance.

Itaru:

That sounds like a very good deal.

Tsuzuru:

But, the special rule number 3, what does it mean by task…?

Sakyo:

The tasks haven’t been revealed. Practically, we won’t know of the tasks until the actual day itself.

Taichi:

I see…

Director:

Then, I was thinking that we should decide our 3 drivers from the people who have gathered here today, how about it?

Tsumugi:

I’m quite interested, but…

Tasuku:

Tsumugi you better not.

Tsumugi:

I thought you would say so. But either way, it would be hard for me to do it when I’m doing my tutoring part-time job.

Sakyo:

How about you, Takato?

Tasuku:

I don’t mind, but…

How about Sakyo-san, isn’t it better if you do it too?

Sakyo:

I planned to join too, but I have an errand that I can’t just leave behind…

Itaru:

Uhh… Me too, I’m currently very busy at work…

Chikage:

Same here. I think it will be difficult to participate.

Director:

How about you, Banri-kun?

Banri:

I got my license and I want to try it out, but on that day my big sister specifically told me to take her out with the car.

Sakyo:

So Settsu can’t make it too.

How about Guy?

Guy:

I also got some errands. Sorry.

Tsumugi:

Uh…. Guy-san is busy too, that means--

Misumi:

Yes! Me, I can participate!

Sakyo:

Ikaruga? Are you sure you’re fine with it?

Director:

I’ve never seen Misumi-kun drive before, so I’m a bit worried, but…

Tsuzuru:

Is it just me? I feel that the person who drive with you will feel worried all the way through.

Misumi:

I drive safely, no worries!

Director:

(If Misumi-kun says so…)

I get it. Then I’ll leave it to you.

Misumi:

Yeah! I’ll do my best!

Kazunari:

But, does that means I can participate as navigator if I cannot drive?

Then I want to participate too!

Azuma:

Then, let me participate too.

I think I’m good at navigating.

Sakyo:

Then it’s decided, the driver will be Takato and Ikaruga, the navigator will be Miyoshi and Yukishiro.

Chikage:

But if you want to make 3 groups, we don’t have enough manpower.

Kazunari:

Let’s settle with Tsuzuroon to participate as the navigator!

Tsuzuru:

Yes?

I never said anything about participating…

Kazunari:

It’s fine, let’s participate together!

It’s definitely going to be fun!

Tsuzuru:

Saying such an irresponsible thing again… I understand.

I’ll participate too.

Banri:

But even if Tsuzuru participate as a navigator, we’re still missing one driver.

Taichi:

…Actually!

I should be getting my license by the race day!

Banri:

But even so, there’s not much day left before the race.

Are you going to be fine?

Taichi:

We’ll just have to see!

Sakyo:

It will be great if Nanao can help, but you’re a beginner….

Azuma:

…If that’s the case, I’ll support Doggy-kun as the navigator. That should be fine right?

Sakyo:

I see. It shouldn’t be a problem if he’s together with Yukishiro who has a license too.

In case of emergency, please change the driver.

Azuma:

Change the driver…

…Yeah, I understand.

Director:

Then, Azuma-sana and Taichi-kun will form a pair…

Let’s try to decide the pair for the other members.

Kazunari:

Right!

Then, let’s draw a lottery!

Chikage:

Then it’s decided, the pair will be Tasuku and Kazunari, Misumi and Tsuzuru.

Kazunari:

I’ll be Tax’s assistant driver, it’s so lit!

I have to take pictures of Tax’s cool driving skill!

Tasuku:

Do your navigation work.

Itaru:

Tsuzuru, go and collect those beautiful flags.

Tsuzuru:

…No, I actually thought about it too.

Misumi:

It’s going to be fine! I said so earlier too.

I drive safely!

Tsuzuru:

I’ll believe in your words.

This time, pleased to work with you.

Misumi:

Yes! Pleased to work with you~

Director:

By the way, the costume we’re supposed to be wearing will be similar to a real car race uniform.

Taichi:

Seriously!?

The uniform is so cool!

Kazunari:

The vibes getting even higher!

Each pair get their own colour maybe!?

Director:

I was thinking of leaving it to Yuki-kun, but we can discuss that matter with Yuki-kun too.

Sakyo:

Before that, Nanao, properly get your license.

Taichi:

Yes!!

???

Yes, yes…

Azuma:

Hmm?

Taichi:

….Uh…

Azuma:

Doggy-kun, are you in the middle of studying for your license?

Taichi:

Ah, Azuma-san!

You’re right. I’m trying to study to get my real license, but it’s not getting into my head at all…

What if I barely get my license…

I should be fine if it’s just a practical skill exam like during the temporary license, but the real license requires a written exam, so I’m getting worried…

Azuma:

If you’re fine with me, would you like me to teach you?

Taichi:

Are you sure!?

It will be so valuable if Azuma-san can teach me!

Azuma:

I don’t think I can teach as well as Tsumugi though.

Then, let us start.

Taichi:

Pleased to work with you!

Azuma:

The meaning of this sign, it just came out earlier.

Taichi:

I learned this from Azuma-san!

So the answer here will be 0 right!

Azuma:

Yes, you’re doing well.

Taichi:

Ha~, Azuma-san you said that you haven’t been driving recently, but you’re still so well informed. And your lessons are easy to follow too!

Azuma:

I happened to have the chance, there was a period when I was learning how to drive a car.

I learned those in the past, but I’m happy that I can teach Doggy-kun about those now.

Even after you get your license, I want you to keep remembering them correctly.

Taichi:

Yes!

I’ll make sure to remember the things that Azuma-san has taught me!

But, if you know so much, why do you not drive?

It’s not like you hate driving right?

Azuma:

I don’t hate driving, I just like to be in the passenger seat more.

There’s also the fact that I like to watch the view from the window.

Depending on the driver, the view will be different and it’s fun that way.

Taichi:

You’re right, you would be able to properly see the sceneries from the passenger’s seat.

But for me, I want to see both Azuma-san in the driver seat and the passenger seat!

You know so much, so I think you will be very good at driving.

Azuma:

Maybe.

Then, next time.

By the way, Doggy-kun, why were you thinking of getting a driver license?

It’s great as an identity card, but I thought Doggy-kun is not one to care about that.

Taichi:

That’s…

I, I want to go on a date with my girlfriend riding in the passenger seat one day…!

Azuma:

Fufu, I see. That sounds like Doggy-kun.

Then in order to make it a reality, let’s do our best in your study.

Taichi:

Yes! Azuma-sensei!

Tsuzuru:

It’s finally the day for the test.

Taichi:

Yes!

Then, I’ll go to get my actual license…!

Azuma:

Good luck, Doggy-kun.

Do your best.

Tasuku:

Work hard.

Misumi:

Taichi, do your best~!

Kazunari:

Taicchan, you can do it!

Fight!

Taichi:

I’m going first!

Kazunari:

Right! Hey hey everyone, let’s go and pick him up after Taicchan’s test is over!

Tsuzuru:

Ah, that sounds good.

Misumi:

Let’s go let’s go!

Kazunari:

The test should be ending soon.

I’ll go and LIME Taicchan…

Tsuzuru:

Eh, a LIME message from Taichi?

Azuma:

It’s addressed to the group with everyone from the troupe.

Taichi:

I passed the test----!

Director:

Taichi-kun, congratulation!

Banri:

Congrats-

Citron:

You did it!

Congratz!!

Sakyo:

You did well.

Muku:

Taichi-kun, congratulation!

Kazunari:

Taicchan, congratulations!! (*^Δ^*)/

We’re heading over there with a car now, wait for us!

Taichi:

Everyone came to pick me up, thank you!

Kazunari:

Taicchan, show me your driver license!

Taichi:

Hehe, tadaa!!

Kazunari:

Oh!!

Misumi:

Taichi, congratulations!

Tasuku:

That’s great.

Tsuzuru:

You did your best on studying after all. Congratulation!

Azuma:

That’s great. Congratulation.

Taichi:

Hehehe, thank you!

Tasuku:

Why not we have Nanao drive on the way back?

Taichi:

Eh! Are you sure!?

Tasuku:

You got your driving license after all.

Ah, but have you gotten your beginner mark?

Taichi:

Ha…!

Eh umm, I’m sure it’s inside my bag…

There it is! I got it as a commemoration for me passing the driving test in the training center.

Kazunari:

Nice, Taicchan!

Then, let’s drive and go back slowly!

Tsuzuru:

I’m counting on you to drive safely.

Taichi:

Yes!

Ah, Azuma-san!

Can I have Azuma-san to sit in the passenger’s seat?

Azuma:

Me?

Tasuku:

Ah, you two forms a pair for the Veludo Race, it might be good to start practicing.

Azuma:

The first one in your passenger seat won’t be your girlfriend, are you fine with that?

Taichi:

Tha, that’s something that I’ll be looking forward in the future…!

Anyway, from now on, I want to learn a lot from Azuma-san before the actual day!

Azuma:

Fufu, I’m honored.

Taichi:

…Right, here…

Azuma:

Yeah, you’re doing great.

Taichi:

Hehe, I did it!

Tsuzuru:

You look a bit nervous, but you’re doing really good.

Kazunari:

Yeah yeah!

Taicchan, aren’t you a step closer to being popular with this!?

Taichi:

Seriously!?

Misumi:

Hey hey, next time I want to drive too!

Tasuku:

Then, why not change with Nanao.

Taichi:

I’m good with it!

Then, let’s change at that convenience store over there.

Misumi:

Understand!

Tsuzuru, ride next to me!

Tsuzuru:

Yes yes, I understand.

Tasuku:

By the way, Minagi, you were worried with Ikaruga’s driving at the beginning, is it fine now?

Tsuzuru:

About that, I had to ride with him a few times for practice.

He really practise safe driving.

Misumi:

Right~

Tasuku:

Well, from the beginning if you drive dangerously you won’t even be able to get your driving license.

Kazunari:

Taicchan also got his driving license safely, next one will be the Veludo Race, let’s all practice together!

Misumi:

Ou!

Taichi:

I’ll lead Azuma-san to victory while driving safely!

Azuma:

I’ll do my best as a navigator too.

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➳Pairing: Fem. reader x Barista!Hosoek

➳Genre: smut (porn with a teensy bit of plot)

➳Warnings: obviously sexual content, soft dom!Hosoek, thigh riding, oral (Hosoek receiving), slight man handling

In the midst of exams season, you completely embarrass yourself in front of a gorgeous barista. you decide to forget the cringe-worthy memory, content on the fact that you’ll never see him again but it seems that life has other plans when you run into him at the club a few weeks later.

The evening sun illuminated the busy coffee shop in a pretty golden orange. Finals were just around the corner so the place was packed full of college students. Your roommate, Jungkook, went in first and you trekked behind him, rubbing at your tired eyes. You weren't really in the best mood so you hoped you didn't run into anyone you knew.

"See, it's not that bad right?" Jungkook asked, nudging your arm.

You nodded numbly, brushing past him in hopes to get out of there as soon as possible. You made the mistake of choosing too many A.M classes resulting in you oversleeping almost every morning. Of course maybe if you weren't out all night till the crack of dawn with your equally idiotic friends every night then that wouldn't be the case. You had no one to blame but yourself and you were mentally kicking yourself in the face for it. You've been pulling all-nighters for the past week trying to catch up but failing miserably because believe it or not, teaching yourself a college course in philosophy isn't very easy.

Jungkook basically dragged you out of your mess of a room for a coffee break. He had been bugging you all week, distracting you with his worries and concerns for you. You finally gave in after his endless begging and whining, figuring you were just wasting time, knowing how stubborn he could be.

Jungkook engrossed you into a back hug as you settled in your spot in line. You did a quick once over the menu deciding on the cheapest beverage. As much as you were annoyed by your roommate's actions, you were thankful for the break. You were starting to go stir crazy from being cooped up in your room too long and the change of scenery was nice—not that you'd ever admit it.

"__, you're next," Jungkook said, pushing you towards the counter.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you approached the barista waiting to take your order but just when you opened your mouth she put a finger in the air silencing you.

"Sorry, my shift just ended!"

You blinked taken aback by her sudden outburst, watching with your mouth hanging open as she dashed out the door, flinging her apron on a hook as she went.

You looked back at Jungkook to see if he witnessed the same thing you did and he looked as shocked as you, a little angry even. You rubbed his shoulder, calming him down.

Could that lady be any ruder? Even if her shift ended she still could've taken your order or at least not interrupt you before running off.

"What a bitch," you muttered to yourself.

"Hi! Are you guys ready to order?" called out a silvery voice. Finally.

"Yes, please. I'd like a—" you're voice got caught in your throat when your eyes landed on the barista taking your order. He was utterly attractive, his dark hair parted in the center, revealing the golden tan skin of his forehead. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and you were almost drooling at the sight of the toned flesh.

Jungkook giggled behind you and your face flushed when you realized how long you were standing there with your jaw to the ground.

"A-americano, please." That wasn't even what you wanted but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Iced or hot?" the man asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Uhhhhh..." shit shit shit shit— "Surprise me."

The barista nodded, pressing a few buttons on the register before asking your name, which thankfully, you managed to get out like a normal person.

Jungkook was next, giggling in between his order and you hid your face behind his back in embarrassment.

"I'll have your drinks ready in a bit," the barista said with a blinding smile before turning his back to fix your drinks.

Jungkook pulled you to the side. "Surprise me?"

You threw your head into your hands. "I don't know—I panicked!"

Jungkook patted your shoulder sympathetically. "It's alright, you'll probably never see him again, anyways."

"Yeah, you're right," you said, feeling somewhat better. "It's too bad, though. He's really cute."

"I guess," he agreed with a tilt to his head. "He looks like the guys you typically fall for but you can do better."

You scoffed, shoving him a little as your names were called and you and Jungkook went to retrieve your drinks.

–

After that, you never thought too much about that day. The beautiful barista left your mind as soon as you got back home, re-focusing on your studies with a determination to pass. You did pass, too. Not as good as you hoped but you did well.

With finals out of the way, you were excited to kick the summer off with your friends. Jungkook tugged you along the halls of your shared apartment, skipping in excitement. He didn't enjoy going out without you, mostly because he knew he was out getting drunk when you were at home studying but also because you were his wingman. It felt like ages since you went out with the guys and he was practically jumping out of his shoes with excitement.

"Kookie, wait! My purse!" you laughed, your hand extending towards your bag lying on the table.

"I got it!!" he yelled, swiftly snatching it, then yanking you out the door towards the car full of boys.

"Ayooo!! There's our girl!" Jimin exclaimed from the car window.

"Did you miss me?" you asked, squishing yourself between Yoongi and Namjoon.

"Hell yeah, we all did!" Taehyung said, turning around to give your leg a squeeze from the driver's seat.

"Especially Jimin," Namjoon added.

"Your absence has truly proven these guys can't get a single chick without your help," Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook squeezed in next, smashing your body uncomfortably against Yoongi.

"God, Kookie, you really need to get your license. I forgot how cramped it gets in here."

"Me? Why can't you get your license?!"

Jimin giggled at the two of you. "Let's get going, shall we?"

Taehyung drove downtown to some club you never heard of that Jin mentioned. When you parked, he was waiting for you at the entrance. He slid his phone into the back pocket of his skinny jeans as you approached him.

"__! Haven't seen you in forever. How've you been holding up?" He gave you a quick hug as he slapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"Great now that school's over actually. How about you?"

"Been feeling a little empty without you getting white-girl-wasted every night."

You made a face at him and he gave your head a few pats that had you flattening the top of your hair with the palms of your hands.

"C' mon I've already bought us a section," Jin yelled over his shoulder.

The rest of you followed in suit, the vibration of the music throttling your bones as you entered the dark club. Jin led you to the back of the club where there was a long sofa and a small glass table. Tonight was a good night to go out, you thought as you looked over the crowd of people on the dance floor.

"This must be the hot spot. Jin hyung why've you been keeping this place a secret from us?" Taehyung inquired from the edge of the sofa.

"I just found out about it myself so please refrain from accusing me of things I didn't do. Now, go get me a beer."

Taehyung pouted but headed to the bar without a complaint.

"Get me one too!" you called after him but he couldn't hear you over the music. You cursed as you chased after him.

You reached him just as he ordered a beer for Jin and himself.

"Oh!" he yelled as he turned to find you standing behind him. "Damnit, I thought you were a hot chick," he frowned.

"What're you implying?" you folded your arms across your chest.

Taehyung smiled widely. "Nothing! You're the hottest girl in the room—no, the world!"

"That's what I thought," you said squinting. "Excuse me, Miss," you waved down the bartender. "Can I get a bud light, please? Add that to his bill."

Taehyung's head whipped towards you at that. "Hey!"

"Coming right up," the girl smiled before going off to help another customer.

"I'm not paying for that," Taehyung declared, shaking his head.

Just then, a man with a strikingly handsome face caught your eye as he ordered a drink behind Taehyung. You gawked at his beauty, your eyes eating up the pair of toned arms exposed in his muscle tee. It wasn't until you stepped to get a closer look until you realized you knew those pair of tanned arms. You gasped, ducking in front of Taehyung.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his arms immediately wrapping around you.

"Don't look now but there's a really hot guy that I know behind you."

Taehyung turned his head, looking over his shoulder.

"Tae!! I just said don't look!" you scolded, pinching his wrist but not enough to actually hurt him.

"The guy wearing the chains? How do you always end up dating all the rich guys?"

"Oh please, he works at a coffee shop—and we're not dating. I don't even know his name."

"Want me to find out?" he asked turning away.

"No!!" you shrieked, pulling him back. "Let's just get our drinks and go, okay?"

Taehyung pursed his lips, wanting to say more but nodding his head.

You let out a breath of relief when he did as you asked and you went back to your section.

You ran to Jungkook as soon as you saw him, interrupting his conversation with Yoongi. "Guess who's here? Oh, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Calm down and tell me what happened. What's going on?"

You groaned, carding a hand through your hair. "The guy from the coffee shop. I saw him at the bar."

"No way!" Jungkook giggled. "That barista that had you tripping over your own feet?"

"It's not funny, Kook! What if he sees me? I gotta get outta here."

"Well, I think it's too late for that," a smirk formed on his lips.

Oh no. Nothing good ever came from that smile. "Why?...what do you mean by that?"

"He knows you're here," he answered, his eyes trained somewhere behind you.

You froze in your spot and Jungkook started laughing all over again.

"There's someone burning a hole in the back of your head at the bar, __," Namjoon said, sitting next to you.

You sank down beside him, your head in your hands. "Great. Just great."

"Yeah, you just walked in and you already got someone for the night. You still got it," he chuckled.

"No. I don't. I never had it, Joon," you grumbled, sulking as you sipped your drink.

He gave Jungkook an odd look, resulting in him doubling over in laughter again.

"Listen, I don't think it's as bad as you think. I mean, I think he's interested in you," said Jungkook.

"No way, he's probably laughing at me right now," you disagreed.

"Not at all," Taehyung said, perching himself on the table. "He's been looking at you since we got our drinks."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"He's still looking too. It's kinda creepy," Jungkook said, glancing at the bar.

"He's not creepy," you slapped his thigh.

"Just a bit, Namjoon chimed in. "You should go talk to him."

"Are you kidding me? He already knows I'm hot for him if I go over there he'll think I'm both desperate and an idiot."

"Everyone already thinks that about you, __, what're you so afraid of?" Jungkook asked.

"Wait, everyone thinks I'm what?"

"If you're really so worried about looking desperate we can go dance near him and he'll come to you." Taehyung offered.

"Thanks, Tae, I really appreciate it but—"

"C' mon, please?"He begged. "It's been so long since we've gone out and Jimin's already out there having fun without us," he whined.

You could see Jimin grinding on some skinny brunette holding up a Corona, the smile on his face visible even from a distance. You had to admit it did look like fun.

"I don't know..."

"I'll take that as a yes! C'mon guys let's go!" he shouted, taking his beer in one hand and your wrist in the other.

You didn't bother resisting your friends as they paraded down to the bar, jumping around goofily as they took turns twirling you around. You tried not to be so obvious as you searched the bar for any sign of your hot barista but he was nowhere in sight. You couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"Maybe he went to the bathroom?" Jungkook shouted over the music.

You shrugged and continued dancing with your friends until your favorite song came on and the boys, knowing this, started hyping you up. You grabbed the closest boy to you, which happened to Namjoon at the moment, and put his hands on your hips. Getting the hint, he began grinding his hips against your ass and the boys began to hoot and holler. You pressed your bodies close against each other, letting his hands guide your movements, matching the rhythm of the upbeat song blaring in your ears.

After a while everyone began to split up, finding their person of interest for the night, leaving you and Jungkook to remain by the bar. You suggested to go back to your section to rest for a bit and Jungkook nodded.

You let out a grunt as you plopped your tired body onto the couch, Jungkook slumping into the cushions next to you. You closed your eyes, wiping away the sweat that formed at your forehead.

"__," Jungkook called.

You hummed in response, not even bothering to open your eyes.

"__, look," he said, elbowing your side.

"I don't feel like it," you said as your head dipped onto his sweaty shoulder.

"Uhh, __, seriously, you should open your eyes."

"Just tell me what it is, Kook," you groaned. You opened your eyes, expecting to see the face of your annoying roommate but was instead met with a ice cold Bud Light being offered to you by none other than the man you've been searching for all night.

"Oh," was all that you could manage to get out as the gloriously beautiful man gave you a dazzling smile.

"I thought you could use this," he said, his hand lifting towards you a little.

"Thanks," you said, taking the cold bottle and pressing it to your forehead briefly.

"Umm...I'll be right back...I should uhh...yeah," Jungkook trailed off, leaving the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" the man asked and you quickly signaled him to take the spot where Jungkook previously was.

"So, was that your brother?" he asked. He sat down so close to you that your thighs were touching.

"Roommate," you corrected. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the beautiful stranger seeming even more godly closeup.

"Ah, I see," he nodded in understanding. "I saw you dancing out there. You're pretty good."

"Not really," you chuckled. "I'm only good at dirty dancing."

He tilted his head at that. "Interesting. You want me to open that for you?" he asked, gesturing towards your beer.

You handed it to him and he took a bottle opener lying on the table, popping the lid off and returning it back to you.

You took a few gulps, the cold liquid soothing your parched throat.

"So, uhh.."

"Hosoek," he finished for you.

"So, Hoseok," you paused to admire the glimmer in his eyes as he looked at you expectantly. "Do you...remember me?"

His hand landed on your knee as he chuckled. "Of course I remember you. I'd never forget a face as pretty as yours."

You hid your smile behind your bottle. This guy was as smooth with his words as his voice was to your ears.

"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't remember," you said, your cheeks reddening at the embarrassing memory.

Hosoek shook his head. "I thought you were cute. And I still do," his fingers began tracing patterns on the bare skin of your knee.

Your swallowed thickly as your knee started to tingle, the distance between you two closing with each passing second. His cologne filled your nose, overwhelming your senses in a way that you couldn't think straight.

"I also really wanna kiss you right now," he said, licking his lips as he stared at your own. You unconsciously did the same as he leaned in, stopping when your noses began to brush.

"Can I?"

You didn't bother to answer; your brain wasn't functioning well enough even if you wanted to. Instead, you clashed your lips against his. Hosoek reacted immediately, his lips parting as your hands found purchase on his hard shoulders. His lips were smooth and plush, his tongue prodding into your mouth and you easily opened up to him. You moaned softly in his mouth, causing him to pull you closer to him until you were almost in his lap, your lips moving in perfect sync. It felt as if time was moving slowly but too fast at the same time, every song that played sounded the same, one blending into another.

You didn't know how long you were kissing but when you finally pulled away your lips were swollen sore and Hosoek's chest was rising up and down, trying to catch his breath.

"Do you maybe wanna...?"

"Yes," he answered, not waiting for you to finish your sentence.

You could barely grab your bag before Hosoek took you by the hand, gently guiding you towards the exit.

"__, right? Is my place okay?"

"Perfect." You caught sight of Seokjin in passing and pointed to the door to let him know you were leaving. He simply smirked at you and held his hand up to say goodnight and then you were gone.

He drove a silver Cadillac with windows tinted so dark that you couldn't see inside. The car smelled just like him, a mixture of vanilla and spearmint. He buckled your seat belt for you, his face mere inches from yours. His lips pecked yours briefly and although your lips met for a short moment your knees felt weak.

You didn't know exactly what it was that had you so drawn to him. Maybe it was the confident air he held around him or maybe it was the blinding smile he would send you every now and then that had your heart backpedaling in your chest. Whatever it was, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you tried. At first, it was a few innocent touches, your fingers ghosting over the warm skin of his cheeks down to the harsh bone of his jaw. From there you traced the dips of his collarbone, overwhelmed with the sudden urge to kiss the very spot, so you did. Hoseok tilted his head, giving you more room for your administrations.

The moan he let out reverberated in your core, leaving you hungry for more. Your tongue lapped over the salty skin on his neck as you sucked purple and red bruises onto the flesh.

Hoseok cursed under his breath as his breathing became labored. He started fidgeting in his seat as something stirred awake in his jeans and he found it harder and harder to focus on the road. His hand guided yours to his crotch where you let out a shocked noise when you felt how hard he'd become. You focused your attention on palming him through the material of his jeans as he let out another groan.

He unbuttoned his jeans at a red light and you wasted no time helping him shuffle them down his thighs along with his boxers. His cock hit his stomach with a soft thud and you admired how long and thick he was, your fingers following the veins that adorned it. You let a string of saliva fall onto the tip and let him watch as it traveled down his shaft before you used the palm of your hand to spread it around. Hosoek sighed softly as your hands got to work.

You jerked him off slowly with a twisting motion as you kissed at his collarbone and Hosoek wanted so badly to pull you by the hair and force your pretty mouth so far down his cock that you'd choke but he couldn't. Not yet. After a few minutes, the slow pace of your hands wasn't enough for him anymore so he pulled over on the side of the road.

You paused, a puzzled look on your face. "What are you doing?"

"I can't wait another ten minutes with your hands playing with my dick like that, baby," he breathed, unbuckling his seatbelt.

You giggled softly, doing the same before getting on your hind legs and taking him into your mouth, making a show of how much you were enjoying sucking him off.

He bit his lip as he took in a sharp inhale, his fingertips massaging the muscles in the back of your neck. You tried your best to take as much of him as you could and fisted the rest that you couldn't take. His breath caught in his throat when you gagged a little, amazed at how fast he was coming undone because of you.

You felt him move your hair to the side so he to get a better view of his cock falling in and out of your mouth and when you looked up at him it took everything in him to not lose his mind right then and there. He found himself coming closer to cumming than he anticipated so he tried to stop you but you wouldn't let up.

"I'm gonna cum baby, slow down," he was damn near begging you but you shook your head, pulling yourself off of his twitching member only to push his legs further apart to lick a stripe across his balls, sucking harshly on each one.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop," he whimpered.

Your fingers formed a ring around his sensitive, red tip as your teeth scraped against his balls and that's what sent him hurdling over the edge, strings of white painting his black shirt. You coaxed him through his orgasm, praising him as you milked him of the rest of his juices, sucking the fluid off your fingers.

Hosoek's head was slumped against the headrest, his cheeks flushed and sweaty. He shook his head at you in disbelief and you only smiled at him.

"When we get back to my place, I'm gonna ruin you," he warned as he pulled you in for a rough kiss that had the inside of your panties feeling sticky.

The ride to his house was filled with so much tension, you could slice the air with a knife. You fidgeted just about the whole time, your stomach twisting itself into knots just thinking about what was to come.

You stood closely behind him as he unlocked the door, a nervous mess. You were second guessing being here with a man so...him. It felt unreal that he'd be attracted to you when he could easily have his way with a model or some Oscar-winning actress or something.

Your fingers shook as Hoesok stepped aside to let you in, a dangerous smile on his lips as he watched you walk past him. His house was quaint. It resembled the type set-up you'd see at IKEA but still managed to look homey at the same time. While you were curiously looking around, Hosoek had already removed his shoes and was running up behind you to lift you over his shoulders causing you to yelp.

"If you want a house tour," he said, carrying you back to the front of the house as you laughed. "I'd be glad to show you around later, but for now..." he let you back down, grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear the blood rushing in your ears and you prayed he didn't feel the tremble of your hands as he guided you to his room. He sat down on the side of the bed, opening his arms to you. You gladly fell into his embrace, his hands lifting your ass signaling you to straddle his lap.

Your lips captured his with a sense of urgency, your tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. He pulled you down with him as his back fell onto the bed, the springs sighing at your combined weight. His hands ran up your sides, his mouth moving slowly against yours. His lips tasted sweet like the fruity chaser mixed with his liquor. You entangle your fingers in his dark locks, moaning into this kiss as his fingers work to unhook your bra. He cups your bare breasts under your shirt, loving the little whimpers you make when he gently squeezes them. You draw his shirt up and his lips part from yours for a second to throw it over his head to some random place on the floor and then he's kissing you again.

His kisses get lower and lower as he unfastens your jeans and roughly pulls them down your legs. You struggle to kick them off without breaking the kiss and Hosoek chuckles. Once they're off, Hosoek doesn't hesitate to hook his thumbs in the side of your panties and remove them, nearly ripping them in the process.

"Ride my thigh," he instructed.

You comply immediately, so desperate at this point you were willing to take anything to get some type of relief. You ground hips against his jean-clad thigh, a long whine leaving your lips as you repeated the motion. Hosoek buried one hand under his head as he used the other to help guide your hips, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. The textured material of jeans felt heavenly as you rubbed your clit over it, throwing your head back as you sped up.

"Not too fast," he instructed.

You slowed down reluctantly, whimpering. His hand smoothed over your ass then up your back as he hummed in approval, his thigh flexing under you as a reward. Your legs shook at the sudden increase of pleasure, your eyes closing as your mouth hung open.

You cursed as you felt the coil on your stomach winding up tighter. Hosoek pushed you against him faster, your juices making it easy to glide across the material. The hard-on in his jeans was now very visible and you wanted him to fuck you already, your patience running thin with his teasing and games. You wanted to cum from his cock, not like this, but you felt yourself hurdling over the edge before you could stop it, moaning loudly as your knees buckled, your legs too tired to hold your weight anymore.

Hosoek caught you by the arms, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you think you can take my fingers yet?"

You let out a noise in disbelief. "Hosoek, please, I want you."

"Hmm, is that so?" he asks with a lift of his brow. "You've been eager all night, couldn't even wait till we got home to suck my cock."

You shuddered at his words, another whimper escaping your throat.

Hoesok traced a finger down your dripping heat and you gasped, arching into his touch. "I could play with you all night if you'd let me."

"Hoesok..." you bent over to kiss his lips. "No more teasing, okay? I need you. Please?"

He thought for a second before agreeing. "Fine, I'll let you have your way just this once. But don't think you're in control, babe."

Hosoek flicked the hem of your shirt with his finger, signaling you to remove the last garment of clothing. You obeyed, your eyes trained on his as he rid himself of his clothes as well.

"On your stomach, sweetheart. Perk that cute little ass of your up for me."

You excitedly followed his commands, getting into the position he wanted. You felt him move behind you, then the sound of foil unraveling—presumably a condom—then he pressed his tip against your slit.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay, love?"

You nodded your head against the covers, holding your breath as you waited for him to move. He rubbed himself on your slit, wet, lewd noises filling the air.

"Hoesok," you pleaded.

"Sorry, I just can't help myself," he chortled, finally pushing into you with a sigh.

You groaned, his girth giving you a pleasant stretch that had you arching your back. He pulled out of you then slowly thrusted back in, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. You pushed your hips back, desperate for more, meeting him halfway and he grunted, his hand grabbing your wrists and binding them behind your back. Goosebumps littered your skin as a shock wave of pleasure crashed over your body, your breaths coming out uneven and broken. Hosoek was no better, his breathing just as ragged as he egged you on with his dirty words.

You couldn't see him from this position but you could vividly imagine his face contorted in an expression somewhere in between pleasure and pain, his tongue peeking through his lips just as it was in the car as he watched you take his lithe cock on your mouth. Sweat was probably already forming at the back of his neck and chest, giving him that glorious glow. You wanted so badly to see his face, to look him in the eyes as he pounded into your heat.

Hosoek loved the view from his position, your ass perked up for him, watching as he repeatedly sheathed and unsheathed himself inside of you. He wanted to take his time with you but the way you were mewling out his name for him had him losing control. The grip on your wrists was tight enough to be painful but neither of you could notice when Hosoek was hellbent on drilling into you until you became utterly undone.

You fisted the sheets, moaning into the covers when his length hit a particular spot, his name rolling off of your tongue shamelessly with each stroke. He felt himself slipping away already, his balls becoming tight as he tried to hold himself off. He kissed down your back, slowing down for a moment, which felt all too long for you. You clenched around him, sucking him back into your soaking heat. His hips jutted forward as he moaned, his warm breath falling over the side of your face.

The bed squeaked as Hosoek filled you up completely, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You were coming to your end, tears welling up in your eyes, as you warned him. This only spurred him on, his strong arms lifted you so you were pressed against his back, a loud curse coming from you, his length somehow reaching deeper inside of you.

"I'm close," he grunted. "Fuck, you're so tight."

You mewled in response, your mind failing to form words.

Hoesok came first, his face falling into your neck as he moaned your name. You came a few seconds later, your head falling back on his chest as you clutched onto him, moaning and wailing.

Hosoek laughed, his arms squeezing around your waist. "I'm glad I met you. God, your amazing."

You let out a shaky breath, struggling to keep your composure. "I am pretty amazing, aren't I?"

Hosoek laughed again, help you off of him as he laid you down under the covers.

"You're such a tease," you complained.

Hosoek joined you under the sheets after discarding the used condom. "And you're fun to play with."

You shook your head at him, your eyelids starting to feel heavy. "We have to this again some time."

Hosoek propped his chin in between the valley of your breasts with a cheeky grin. "We can go again in the morning?"

You scoffed, your eyes closed now. "As long as you're making breakfast."

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Undercover - Chapter 3

Undercover: A Winterhawk Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1589

Rating: E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - taken captive, @clintbartonbingo - kidnapping

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, action, blood, wounds

Synopsis: You go on an undercover mission with your boyfriend Bucky and Clint Barton. When you and Clint have to pretend you’re in a relationship feelings become confused.

Chapter 3

You sat at the small table with Bucky on one side and Clint on the other the three of you slowly making your way through the pizza on the table. You still felt a little off. Sluggish more than anything. Like you still need sleep and your brain wasn’t quite keeping up with what was going on around you.

You also felt really out of place in this dingy pizza place. For some reason you couldn’t quite explain even to yourself, you’d let Clint talk you into dressing for the mission before you went out to eat. So you sat between them in a black, figure-hugging, slip dress, while beside you Clint wore black suit pants and a tank top and bucky was in a pair of black jeans and henley. You looked like a trio of goths who had just come back from an all-day orgy where you’d gotten extremely drunk and were still hungover from it.

To be fair, Bucky’s body armor and the rest of Clint’s suit was hanging in the back of your van. Clint was a disaster and it was just better not to risk pizza grease on his suit, while you were all pretty sure that going out in full body armor might blow their cover.

“So, we’re trying to get to the source of the weapons. We’re not finishing the transaction.” Bucky said.

“Gee thanks for telling us our job, Cap.” Clint snarked.

“Don’t call me, Cap.” Bucky shot back.

“Then stop acting like you’re the boss of this mission.”

“I am the boss of this mission.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Oh my god, I’m gonna clunk your heads together. We’re in public you dumbasses.”

Thankfully both men were smart enough to look sheepish. You picked up your coke and glared at them both over it. “Besides I’m the boss.”

“Yes, boss,” Clint said with a salute.

“We know what we’re doing. It’s gonna be fine. Just take your spot and keep watch. Plant the tracker on the trucks and the cars.

Bucky nodded. “Right.”

“Now, eat your fuckin’ pizza.”

“You have been hanging around Bucky too much.” Clint teased.

Bucky frowned and his hand went to your knee. You ran your fingers over the back of his knuckles. “I’m trained for this.”

He nodded. “I know…. It’s just…”

“I know.” You said and kissed his cheek.

Clint sat back and wiped his fingers on a napkin. “Alright. Guess I’m ready. How long have we got?”

You looked at your phone. “An hour. Guess we should head over.”

The three of you head back out to the van and the boys got dressed before you drove over to the site. You did a slow drive by and Bucky scoped the area for somewhere for him to sit. “Okay, I’ll be on the corner of that building there.” He said pointing. “I’ll put the trackers on the vehicles and get back up there while everyone is inside.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed as he got out of the van. “Be careful.”

“I’m more worried about you two. Don’t take anything from them. Just do the exchange and upsell. That’s it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You said and kissed his cheek.

“You’re infuriating you know that?” He asked.

You smirked and nodded. “We’re almost done. Then we can go home and chill. Few days tops.”

He gave a brief nod and stalked off into the shadows as Clint pulled out. “Really stresses him out being on a mission, huh?”

“Yeah, lot of unresolved issues I guess.” You said. “Wish he’d just quit. Go to college or something?”

Clint snorted. “College? What would he study?”

“Astronomy maybe? Or like electrical engineering.” You said.

Clint raised an eyebrow. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”

“I know. I’m super smart.” You chuckled. “He won’t do it though. He has too much guilt over his past and he won’t stop trying to right it.”

Bucky had moved quickly into position, setting up the sniper rifle in the corner that was cloaked in the shadow of the building behind it. He watched as you and Clint pulled up and were frisked by security. Then as they moved to the back of the van and took out the Kree tech. There was some talking in the carpark that seemed to take way too long. Bucky started to wonder if he’d get a chance to place the tracers when a black 18 wheeler pulled into the parking lot. He watched as it pulled into a loading dock and then set his sites back on you and Clint. One of the men with you gesticulated wildly in the direction of the truck and then everyone moved inside.

Bucky counted to ten, just waiting to make sure you didn’t all come back out again and then made his way down the fire escape. He didn’t like this bit and honestly wished there was someone else here to help. If there was a firefight on the ground he could hold his own, but he liked having eyes on everything happened.

He guessed maybe that feeling was intensified for Clint. He hated being in the middle of things. He could do the spy stuff but he liked being the eyes. This mission was really a mess the more he thought about it. They should have brought Natasha. Hill even. Unfortunately, they’d been on their own missions and Clint was the only spy left.

Not that he wasn’t actually liking him being there. It was nice having him around. Like Clint had said. It was like old times. Clint was an annoying shit but he was a good person and quite funny really. He had a way of making it so Bucky didn’t worry too much about something. Sometimes Bucky needed that.

Bucky made his way into the parking lot, keeping to the shadows. He kept his eyes peeled and listened for movement. If he got caught doing this, the mission was blown and everything they’d done so far would be a waste.

He put tracers on all the cars and under the body of the truck. He figured the truck was the important one but it couldn’t hurt to have everyone followed. When they were all in place, he hopped the fence and made his way back to his spot on the roof. He was about halfway up the fire escape when there was a gunshot.

It came from the site and he wheeled around to see if he could catch sight of what happened. The truck started and pulled out while at the same time the group came out with what looked like you, unconscious and slung over one of their shoulders.

For the briefest of moments, he wasn’t sure what to do. If he went up he would be able to see what was going on. He would probably even be able to blow out the tires of a few of the cars but he didn’t want you in a car accident and he had no idea where Clint was. On the ground, he could take chase and it might be quicker to get there, but he wouldn’t be able to see everything. For some of the time, he wouldn’t be able to see anything at all.

All that passed through his head in a matter of seconds before he leaped over the railing of the fire escape.

It was a 6 story drop and super serum or not, he knew the landing would hurt. He used his prosthetic to catch himself on the stairs two floors above the ground. It wrenched his shoulder painfully, but was nothing he’d not felt before. He landed heavily on the ground jarring his legs. He’d been thinking about that more lately. He was a person, not a thing that could be tossed aside if it broke. Now though, now all he could think about was you and Clint. He had to get to you.

He ran flat out, but it wasn’t as fast as the cars pulled out. He didn’t know which one you were in. They were all the same Ford Taurus with tinted windows and he couldn't see the license plate of the one you'd been thrown into before he'd jumped.

When he leaped the fence the last two cars were pulling out. He pulled out his handgun and fired taking out the back tires from the car in the rear and the rear windshield of the one in front.

He ran to the car whose tires he blew out. The driver and two passengers all jumped out and started firing on him. He dived for cover behind the wall that surrounded the warehouse and fired three shots. They took out two of the men and clipped the other. He was about to run over and knock the guy down. Best out where they were taking you from him when he heard a shuffling and the door opening behind him.

“Buck…”

Clint’s voice was strained and raspy. Bucky wheeled around and saw him. He leaned against the door with his whole weight. It was the only thing keeping him upright. His hand was pressed against his side, but it didn't hide the huge red mark that was blossoming on the side of his shirt. Bucky ran to him, the guys in the car completely forgotten and arrived at Clint’s side with enough time to catch him. “They knew who we were.” Clint coughed. “We gotta get her back.”

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merel-puppy-bechtold · 5 years

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Interview with Merel Bechtold

Interview with Merel Bechtold by Mandy Jacobs for the MaYaN Newsletter

She is maybe small in size but there is no way you can miss her! Merel Bechtold has rocked the stage with her guitar on many MaYaN and Delain shows. She is not afraid to make funny faces on stage, she even loves these pictures and with her positive energy makes everyone smile.

What can I say, we just love the small girl with a big personality!

Hey Merel. We will start when you are ready.

Merel: Yoooo I get a glass of water and then I'm ready.

I have fruit fusion water (no additions or calories but still the flavor).

Merel: Chill!! Ready

How are you doing?

Merel: I'm great, thank you! How are you? :)

It's your interview sweetheart ;) I'm happy as always! When did you start playing the guitar?

Merel: I started playing the guitar when I was 14/15 years old.

That's not so long before you stated to play professional, it's it?

Merel: Ehm well what's professional? Haha! I think the first time I played with a known band was in 2013 with Delain.

Hahaha I think you have a real talent. Did you take a lot of lessons? Merel: Oh well, thank you. I had lessons for 1,5 years from a local guitar teacher and his name was Jurgen. I believe he was a really good teacher. Also a fun fact is that Roel (bass) graduated with him from the Conservatory. After that I had lessons of Menno Gootjes (Focus) on the Rockacademy.

What is your favorite guitar?

Merel: My favorite guitar is the white vanderMeij guitar. Its my first custom and it sounds and looks amazing, so its hard to beat. Though I'm loving and exploring my new guitar right now. Its a black 6 string vanderMeij guitar. Very shiny and beautiful! And the maple neck sounds amazing :)

You said something about the Rockacademy did you study there as a full time student?

Merel: Yes I did unfortunately. Don't really want to dive into that haha. But Menno is great though! Love him.

That's okay :) Do you also play other instruments?

Merel: I used to play the piano when I was 6 till 12, but I wasn't great and never really got into that. I guess it was not my cup of tea. Though it helps me with understanding music theory. I still really would like to learn drumming and singing.

So actually the answer is no, I don't play any other instruments.

Hahaha that is a very good answer! You also play guitar in Purest of pain and I saw you are even starting a new band called Dear Mother, how do you combine that with MaYaN?

Merel: That's correct. MaYaN is a band that's easily to combine since we don't play all the time. Though in the past it was harder when I was still with Delain. Also I don't see any troubles combining MaYaN with Dear Mother :)

You quit Delain isn't it?

Merel: Yes

Can I ask you why you quit?

Merel: Of course! I wasn't following my heart anymore and I was very limited in my abilities and stopped growing as a guitarist and musician. So I felt trapped and needed to start thinking about what I want to do. I had a great time with Delain, learned many things and I'm super grateful for that. Also I made friends for life and have memories that nobody can take away from me. Dear Mother is a band that I have dreamed of for a few years now. It's basically my great escape. Creating new music gives me such a great feeling and I'm learning so many new things. Its fantastic. Also playing with MaYaN is challenging, exciting, great musicians, a lovely family and great fans. I can't ask for more.

When can we expect more information about Dear Mother?

Merel: This year :)

Great! You are a very busy lady and now you're also on Patreon! Can you tell me what that is?

Merel: It's something that I wanted to do for a while and now I'm free to do so. I'm creating weekly vlogs. In these vlogs I'm filming my musical journey. Every week is different, so every video is unique. It could be that I'm on tour with the MaYaN family, writing new music, recording or something else. It's a lot of fun! In the last video I show everybody how I started creating a new riff. And in the next video I turned that idea into a track and sharing the process of that is very cool instead of only being able to enjoy the end result like seeing a show or listening to an album. Now you are able to follow the whole process and the struggles along the way. Also I'm doing a monthly live session in our private Patreon group and all Patrons can share their questions or do suggestions for me to feature in the next video. It's very interactive and the response on the vlogs is great so far! I'm sharing these moments and previews. And the Patrons can comment on the videos and ask my questions or suggestions for me to feature in the next vlog. So it's very interactive and a lot of fun! You can find more about my Patreon under:

http://www.patreon.com/join/merelbechtold

Can you tell me a funny story about something that happed with MaYaN?

Merel: Oh boy. There are many fun moments. And some bad events can be funny afterwards. But I guess that every tour story is fun right? So Mark tries to make me feel awkward, with success. In a very playful way though. It's his thing you know. So during one of the last shows he licked my face from my chin up to the top of my face, whilst I was playing. So that happened. It was very impulsive, wet and hilarious. I don't want to inspire others with this story though!! haha

Did you get your revenge?

Merel: I always get my revenge :) And so the game continues...

What are your hobbies besides music?

Merel: I find this a hard question to answer, because there are many things that I like, but I wouldn't call any of them my hobby. I love to travel, explore national parks, hiking, street food, cooking, climbing, crossfit. Other than that I love everything that gives me a thrill. I used to be massively good on a snowboard, so there is definitely this passion for all kind of extreme sports. Also I love my motorcycle.

I saw a lot of motorcycle photos, when did you start riding a motor?

Merel: Since I was six years old I wanted to do motorcross, but it didn't happen. Last summer I got my drivers license and bought a super sexy motorbike. I'm fascinated by the caferacer style and especially scramblers. At some point I really would love to build my own.

Do you also go on holidays on your motorbike?

Merel: Not yet. I don't have biker friends. So hopefully I will find the right people for that purpose at some point.

What does your prefect vacation look like?

Merel: Roadtrip!! I love to travel in a duo, discover new places, national parks, skip cities, no western tourists. A balance of relaxing, activities, eating and traveling.

Are you rather active or lazy?

Merel: I guess I am good at both. I rather be active, but it doesn't always work out haha.

What is the craziest thing you have ever done?

Merel: Oefff. I always do crazy things and up in crazy situations. But there is one thing that stands out. And that is peeing out of a window of a car on the German motorway. Bare in mind that on most parts there is no speed limit. The full story is that I needed to pee really badly. And I mean really really bad. But the sound guy which was also the driver (Delain), only wanted to stop at a gas station. In Germany it means that a gas station can take up 100 km til the next one. I really couldn't hold it... So I crawled in the front, opened a window and sticked my butt out of the window and peed. Thanks to the wind it was still hurting the next day haha.

There are not many female musicians in the metal world, why do you think that is?

Merel: Maybe it's because there are not that many role models. But for me music it's not about gender. And I really don't care if it's a guy or a girl behind an instrument. To be honest I don't understand the fascination of it. For me it's never about gender. It's about playing together, creating something to be proud of and expressing yourself. It even annoys me if somebody says 'you play guitar very well for a girl'. It's such a strange thing to hear.

You just play the guitar very well. You fit pretty good in the male dominated Metal world, do you have any advice for the female musicians?

Merel: Haha thank you :) Personally I actually don't see it that way. Like a 'male dominated metal world'. For me music and especially metal is a way to express myself and to feel home. Playing in a band is like being with a family and expressing yourself together. And sharing your dreams with other great people within the band or out in the crowd. So my only advice for being a female musician is to just express yourself and enjoy creating and playing music.

Well spoken! Is there anything else you want to tell the readers?

Merel: Yes! Thank you for being on the MaYaN newsletter, it means a lot to all of us. I really hope to see you around at a show at some point. Thank you!!

#merel bechtold #actual puppy #MaYaN #Interview

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clytieslight · 5 years

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7/100 days of productivity

october 20, 2019

hello folks!!

i rly haven’t been on here much because uni started last monday and ever since, i’ve been busy with organizing and purchasing everything i’ll need over the next few months. that’s not to say i haven’t been enjoying the experience a LOT so far (although my motivation might run low as soon as the charm of novelty and all the excitement has worn off sksksj). i’m taking korean AND chinese classes atm to see which one i like more, but maybe i’ll stay in both if it doesn’t become too much.

i’ve also been re-reading the harry potter series and it’s mindblowing to me how i’ve read 1,300k pages in just three weeks. like, how?????

anyway, i’m using this fresh start to the best of my ability and doing the 100 days of productivity thing again cuz i rly can’t afford to slack off! i know i’ll thank my past-self for this once exams and assignments roll around

knock on wood, but to my own surprise, i’m still very much on top of my study routine so far. the only thing i need to get a grip on now is my health, as in actually go outside for once, eat some fruit and veggies, and do some exercise. i’ve really been neglecting my own body lately

i’ve also passed my driver’s license’s theory test this wednesday!!!!! it took so much weight off of my shoulders because now, i can finally focus just on my actual driving (and i’m a reaaally bad driver...). now, i just need to get through dance auditions on wednesday.

i hope everyone’s doing alright!! <3

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Birthday Party

So before I begin, lemme just say--

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

It's @starbucks-remy 's birthday y'all, so please go and let them know how great they are!!

I asked them what they wanted to see and they mentioned Logince and Intrulogical, so I did my best to combine a little fluff and comedy with both! (Also I've already written a couple of fics with Logince fluff in them if you want to see 'em here and here). I wrote this kinda fast cause I really wanted to give it to @starbucks-remy on their birthday, so I’m sorry if it’s not as good? I tried I promise.

Anyways, without further ado:

Characters: Logan, Remus, Roman, Virgil, Remy, and Patton.

Relationships: Kind of a smash up but I tried to include some (mostly platonic) Intrulogical and Logince, as well as a little background Moxiety (also platonic).

Warnings: Uh, there’s like one curse? Food mention. Also Remus is in it, for those of you that are triggered by him. Please tell me if there’s something else I should add.

Logan sat on the front porch with a glass of water in one hand and a calculator in the other. A chemistry book was open on his lap, and he squinted against the bright sunlight overhead as he read the next question to himself and sipped at his water. Being hydrated, if he remembered correctly, would allow him to study more efficiently by improving his mood, focus, and concentration. The sunlight also provided valuable vitamin D. Speaking of which, maybe he could call Virgil, and they could--

"Logan!" A shout from down the road dragged his attention away from his studying and Logan looked up, surprised. Someone was approaching him at a rather unsteady run, almost as if they were injured. Remus…?

"Logan!" He called again. "LOGAN!"

Logan scrambled to his feet and threw the book aside, his heart pounding.

"What's wrong?" He shouted, running to Remus' side. "Are you hurt? Where's Roman? What happened? Is someone in danger?"

Remus stumbled to a stop and doubled over, gasping for breath. A black long-sleeved shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, matched by pants that were the most peculiar shade of green one had ever seen. Logan didn’t see any blood.

"It's…birthday… Roman...wanted...somethin' special…" Logan blinked at the other boy.

"Wait…what?" Remus grabbed his shoulders.

"Birthday!" He shouted in Logan's face. "Roman's birthday is today!" He coughed, sucked in a deep breath, and tried again.

"I need your car." Logan blinked.

"I…you've got to be kidding me!" He stumbled over his own words, but that didn't stop him. "I...I thought someone got...got hurt or something and you just need my car!? Where's your car? What…what about Roman? Where is he? I thought he was dead or something with all your shouting!"

"Well obviously I can't go shopping with him for his birthday present now can I?"

"And your car?" Logan tried to fight off the exasperation creeping into his voice.

"I got my license revoked." Remus grinned widely.

"You what?"

"Yeah. Apparently I'm a reckless driver or something--can we go?"

"I...I don't even know how you got a license…" Logan sighed and adjusted his glasses. "Okay, so let me get this straight--"

"--Logan, neither of us are straight." That earned Remus a sharp glare, to which he only grinned in response.

"--So it's Roman's birthday and you're trying to…?" That statement actually made Remus stop and think, which was quite worrying to see when you knew the kinds of things that happened when you let Remus think. He scrunched up his face and puffed up his cheeks, then exhaled loudly through his nose.

"Uh... birthday party…" he said finally. "Like...a surprise? For Roman?"

God help me.

Logan sighed. "You want to use my house don't you?" Remus' eyes lit up at that.

"See, I knew I could count on you!" He broke into a run towards the garage.

"Wait...I didn't…" Logan let his voice trail off and sighed again as he watched the other boy go. Then he started after Remus. Looks like I'm in charge of this now, he thought to himself. I’ll have to put off studying until tomorrow morning. There was absolutely no way Logan could let Remus create this surprise party unsupervised, as someone's house was liable to end up catching fire if he did (and yeah, he was saying that from experience).

Remus was already seated in the passenger side of the car as Logan climbed in.

"You need to contact Remy, Virgil, and Patton right now," he told Remus as he started the car. "And put your seatbelt on. Tell the others to meet us at my place in twenty minutes. You're lucky my parents aren't home, but if we're doing this at my house this means you're agreeing to clean up afterwards. Understand?" Remus nodded and quickly pulled his phone out.

"Good."

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Three figures were standing on the front porch when Logan and Remus got back. One, dressed in a blue polo and wearing glasses, another with shades down and a frappe in one hand, and the third hunched over in a purple and black patch jacket.

Remus barreled out of the car and insisted on carrying all of the bags into the house by himself--Logan had decided to pick up everything on his parents' grocery list while they were at the grocery store, so there were quite a few stacked up in the trunk. Of course, that didn't stop Remus. His arms were covered in the white plastic handles and he’d even wrapped several around his neck, despite Logan’s protests.

"You're going to choke yourself…" Logan sighed as Remus marched up the steps without heeding him, nodding to Virgil and accepting a hug from Patton as he followed.

"How'd it go?" Remy asked with a smirk, glancing up from his phone.

"We almost got arrested."

"Again?" Virgil snickered. "What happened this time?"

"THEY CHARGE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THE DONUTS!" Remus shouted over his shoulder.

"How'd he try to steal them?" Patton asked. Logan slapped a hand over Remus' mouth before he could blurt out the answer.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed. He looked up at Patton. "Creatively," was all he said. He stepped past Remus and unlocked the house, leading everyone inside. "So this is a very last minute project, but I believe that we can accomplish our goal if we’re efficient at our jobs and work together." He winced as Remus roughly dumped the bags onto the kitchen counter. "Remy, let’s put you and Virgil in charge of decorating. Patton--"

"Uh, actually…" Patton cleared his throat. "Remus helped me come up with a good gift idea earlier…" Logan listened as he explained, and found himself nodding.

"Alright, you want to go take care of that, then?" Patton nodded and rushed off. "Okay, so slight plan change. Virgil, you and Remus will be in charge of the cake. Remy, I will assist you with the decorations. Any questions?"

"Yeah. Can you kill me?"

"I'm sure you two will be fine, Virgil." Logan looked down at his watch. "We have three hours. Let's get going."

Virgil disappeared into the kitchen, muttering, and Remus pranced after him. Logan worried about it for a minute, but that was why he'd put Virgil in there with Remus. Surely he'd be able to handle him.

"Alright, so I've got some ideas. Ya think you can rig something up that'll drop confetti from overhead when you trigger it? Say, when someone opens the front door?" Remy looked back from where he was examining the walls, eyebrows raised. Logan thought about his suggestion for a moment, then nodded.

"I'll see what I can do," he answered. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to hang up steamers and make a sign that'll hang from…probably here," Remy motioned to the ceiling and set his coffee down on the kitchen counter.

Logan set about gathering the materials he'd need for Remy's suggested confetti drop, and he was in the middle of trying to figure out what kind of tape to use when pandemonium erupted from the kitchen.

"Remus, we're trying to hurry here!"

"Oh don't worry, I can mix it really fast!"

"REMUS NO!"

A high-pitched whirring sound came from the kitchen, and Logan and Remy burst into the room just as a cloud of flour and other ingredients exploded from the bowl. Instantly, everything within a twenty-foot radius was coated in white powder. Virgil shrieked and before Logan knew what was happening he was on top of the fridge, his hood pulled down over his face and his hands over his ears. Remus scrambled to stop the mixer, and ended up toppling the entire bowl of cake batter over onto the floor. The crash of breaking glass combined with the string of curses that came from Remus' mouth were enough to make anybody's ears ring, the mixer was still running, and how the hell did Virgil even get on top of the fridge?

Logan shook himself, then suddenly he was hurrying over towards Remus and the chaos he'd created, being careful not to step on any glass as he did so. He reached over and shut off the mixer, and the three exchanged glances over the now flour-coated kitchen.

"Huh," Remus said finally. " So that's why you're not supposed to do that." Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, causing a small avalanche of flour to join the rest of the disaster on the floor.

"Go get a broom, Remus, I'll start wiping off the counters. Remy, can you get Virgil down from the fridge?"

"Oh thanks, give me that job,” Remy muttered.

“Would you prefer wiping down the counters?”

“I would to getting bit by that bitch-ass vampire!” Logan sighed again and handed Remy the sponge.

“Here, take this then.” Remy took the sponge and he started over to where Virgil was still sitting on top of the fridge. His hands hadn’t come away from his ears yet. Logan reached up and gently nudged his knee with one hand.

“It stopped,” he said quietly.

“Hsssssssss…” Virgil opened his eyes and glowered down at Logan. “I’m not getting down and you can’t make me. Not with that...not with Remus in here!”

“He’s not in here right now.” The other glanced up at this and seemed to consider this, but he didn’t move.

“Look...I’ll trade with you,” Logan offered. “I’ll help Remus cook, and you can set up the confetti drop. That shouldn’t be too complicated and you won’t have to interact with him anymore, alright?” Virgil thought over the offer for a moment, then nodded slowly and slid off the top of the fridge.

“How did you even get up there?” Remy asked as he exited the kitchen.

“I have my ways.” The one in shades rolled his eyes and tossed the sponge to Logan, who only barely managed to catch it and got flour all over his shirt as a result.

“Have fun.” Then Remy was gone. Logan began wiping everything down with the sponge and Remus came in a few minutes later, having finally located a broom. Somehow they managed to clean up the mess without any further incidents, and moved on to making the cake...again. There’s a reason I bought at least three boxes of cake mix, after all, Logan thought to himself with a small sigh. Once all the ingredients were in the bowl Remus moved to turn the mixer on again, but Logan stopped him before he could.

“I don’t think so,” he grumbled. “Already had to get Virgil off the fridge once today.” “How’d he do that, by the way?”

“Who knows?” He started the mixer--slowly, this time, and soon enough they had a decent bowl full of cake batter.

“Remus, can you get me a glass pan?” He went in search of one while Logan went looking for the oil spray.

“Can I do it?” Remus asked when they met back at the kitchen counter. How much of a mess could he cause? Logan hesitantly handed it to Remus, who promptly sprayed the oil in his own face. Okay, a lot of a mess.

“Dammit!” Remus quietly cursed and turned the nozzle, and before he knew what was happening Logan’s glasses were coated in oil, along with the rest of his face.

“Remus!”

“SHIT!”

Logan fumbled with his glasses and tried to wipe the oil off with the corner of his shirt, but he only succeeded in smearing it all over the lenses.

“There, it’s in the pan!” Remus called. “How’d I do?”

“Remus, I can’t see.”

“Don’t worry! I can take care of--”

“--REMY!!”

“What’s happening? Who’s on fire...Logan?” He saw his sassy friend’s blurry form enter the room, and gestured helplessly towards the green and black blob on his right.

“Can you...stop him...get the cake in the oven...I gotta clean my glasses off now.” Logan stumbled over to the kitchen sink; Remus sounded outraged that Logan wasn’t trusting him with cake duty, and Remy was even more outraged at having been put in charge of the wildest, most chaotic human being that any of them had ever met.

“Okay it’s in, try not to burn the house down Remus...chow.” Logan heard Remy leave as he scrubbed at his glasses with dish soap, while Remus flopped down onto the floor to watch the cake bake. Well, he probably wasn’t actually watching it bake, but as long as the house wasn’t catching fire things were going pretty good as far as Logan was concerned. He finished getting the last of the oil off of his glasses, dried them, and breathed a sigh of relief as the world came back into focus around him. It always made him nervous to not be able to see, though he’d never admit it of course.

Soon the cake was ready and the decorations had been prepared for the surprise party. Patton came back, laughed at Virgil’s wild telling of the incident in the kitchen, told Remus he’d done well for trying, and helped Logan make the frosting for the cake while Remus disappeared in order to ‘take care of Roman’s present,’ as he’d said.

Whatever that meant.

“Got the pizza ordered?” Logan poked his head out of the kitchen once the cake was out and cooling off on the counter, directing his question at Remy.

“Hey, this bitch don’t mess around with pizza--of course I did.” Remy might’ve said more, but before he could continue Remus burst back into the house, holding a very oddly-wrapped something in his hands.

“THE SACRIFICE HAS BEEN PREPARED!” he shrieked. Virgil flinched away from the loud noise and shook his head, while Logan and Remy raised their eyebrows and exchanged slightly worried, slightly amused glances. Remus’ wrapping skills were tragic at best, and as Patton came out of the kitchen his eyes went wide at the sight.

“Do…do you...” he stopped himself and shook his head, retreating back into the kitchen. Logan glanced over at Remus.

“We’re putting all the gifts on the counter over there, go ahead and add yours,” he told the other boy. Remus nodded and hurried over, adding his gift to the others that had already been stacked there.

“You contact your brother?” Remus nodded quickly.

“Yup!” Logan nodded, checking the room around them to ensure that all was in order. The front entryway had been transformed by Remy and Virgil’s handiwork--the confetti drop was up and ready over the doorway, set to fall when the string which had been tied to the door handle was pulled. Streamers were hung up on the walls, balloons were scattered around the low ceiling, and a large sign that said “Happy Birthday Roman!” hung from the middle, done in Remy’s handwriting of course. Virgil’s handwriting was usually illegible, Logan’s looked more like chicken scratch than the work of an actual human, Remus couldn’t spell, and Patton’s cursive was impossible to decipher in even the best situations.

“The cake’s ready!” Patton came into the room, the cake balanced delicately in his hands. A blue, powdered sugar-coated apron hung from his shoulders and his hair was dusted white, as were his glasses. “Hey Logan--can you get the candles, please?”

“Certainly.” Logan retrieved the candles and lighter, arranging them on the cake in what he thought was a pleasing pattern. “Is Roman almost here?” he called to Remus. The other boy rushed to the window.

“He’s coming down the street right now!” he announced. “Light the candles!”

“What did you tell your brother, anyways?” Logan asked as he flicked the lighter on.

“I told him that you were texting him from my phone cause I got hurt and he needed to come over right away.” Patton’s eyes widened and he looked at Logan, who just shook his head.

“It’s definitely believable,” Remy said, sipping at his Starbucks.

“How have you still not finished your coffee?”

“I bring extra.” Logan would’ve continued his questioning (like, how does one bring extra coffee and where was Remy hiding it?), but then a knock sounded at the door. He strode forward and opened it a crack. Roman was standing there, and he looked awfully worried.

“Oh Lo, I’m so sorry about my idiot brother!” he burst out immediately, but before any more could be said Remus crashed into Logan, dragging the door open the rest of the way and yanking his brother into the house.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!” He shouted as confetti rained down on them and Remy laughed his head off in the corner and Patton tried not to drop the cake. He came over with the dessert and they all started singing happy birthday to Roman--yes, even Logan did, though he’d never admit it later.

“Wait...wait...you’re not hurt! This was just a surprise…” Roman’s jaw dropped, and then he snapped his mouth shut. “Remus! I thought you’d killed yourself!” He dragged his brother into a hug. “You idiot! Come up with a better excuse next time, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry!” Remus said, though he was so excited that he didn’t sound sorry at all. “C’mon c’mon c’mon, we got you presents and everything!” Roman looked around at the decorations that had been put up for him, and once he was sure that his brother was okay and the anger from that had worn off he grinned like an idiot as he walked through the room. A rather illegally cute idiot as far as Logan was concerned, though of course he didn’t admit that as he ushered the others into the living room and brought in the packages.

“So the pizza should be here in a few minutes,” he said as the others sat down, “but we thought you’d like it if you could open your presents first.” Roman looked wide-eyed at the packages that had been set out in front of them, grinning from ear to ear. He reached first for a small, neatly packaged gift that had been wrapped in purple paper, and pulled it away to reveal a pair of red headphones. Virgil smiled awkwardly at his friend, who immediately reached across the room and pulled him into a hug.

“I hope you like it,” he said quietly.

“Like it? Like it? LIKE IT!? I love it!” Roman set the headphones down next to him, admiring them for a moment before reaching for a tiny silver package next.

“Now you can stop begging me to buy you coffee,” Remy grinned as Roman held up a Starbucks gift card.

“That’s awesome, thank you Remy!” Roman cast a confused look at the third package, which was wrapped in green, then looked at his brother. Remus looked like he was about to explode from sheer excitement and chaotic energy--it was a miracle he’d managed to stay quiet for as long as he had. He reached for it and pulled off the paper, holding up a large machete with a slightly-confused-but-excited expression.

“Remus…?” “I’ve been saving up to get us matching ones!” Remus burst out. “Now we can duel! Isn’t that gonna be awesome!?”

“Nice!” The two high-fived and Roman hugged his brother again. Patton looked at Remus and Logan and stood up.

“Just a minute,” he said quietly. He disappeared and came back a few minutes later, and Roman’s brow crinkled in confusion.

“A backpack? Why’s it...moving? Why does it look so heavy?” Roman reached for it as Patton gently handed it to him, and let out a squeal as he opened the top and a little golden puppy leaped out of the bag and started licking his face.

“Oh my gosh, a puppy!” He squealed. Patton and Remus both grinned, and Logan found himself smiling a little as well.

“Remus got permission from your parents, I got my dad’s help, and Logan picked the puppy out for you,” Patton explained. Roman reached for the little note that had been tied to the puppy’s collar, reading it out loud.

Dear Roman,

I hope you find this gift satisfactory, your brother mentioned that you had been wanting a dog for quite some time, so we thought that we would try to make your wish a reality. His name at the shelter was Tillie, but you may name him whatever you would like.

“You...amazing...nerd…” Roman slowly set the card down, then launched himself into Logan’s arms, hugging him tight. “Thank you so much!” They were suddenly joined by Remus, and out of the corner of his eye Logan saw Patton yell something and hug Virgil. The puppy wagged his little tail and tried to climb into Roman’s lap; he let go of Logan so that he could and then hugged the pup too. Remy watched them all from the couch, shaking his head and smirking.

“What should we name it?” Roman asked, looking around at the others.

“Shadow,” Virgil suggested. “Or maybe like, Killer, or Demon, or--”

“Chaos! Death! Destruction! Carrion! Carcass! Vulture! Decay!” Remus shouted, bouncing with every name idea.

“How about...Rose? Or Lily. Or Tulip. Or Dandelion. Or Daisy…” Patton tried, clearly trying to remember every flower name he’d ever heard.

“Frappe, Latte, Mocha, Capuchino, Coffee bean.” Remy yawned, pretending that he wasn’t interested in the conversation at all.

“The most popular dog names include Max, Buddy, Jack, Rocky, Bear, and Charlie,” Logan quoted.

“You googled most popular dog names?” Remy asked with a snort.

“I’m not good with names.” Logan shrugged. “But I figured I would do my best to contribute.”

“That’s so cute,” Patton gushed. “What do you think, Roman?” Roman held up the puppy, who wagged its tail and licked his face. He giggled.

“How about...Princess?” he said. “I like that name.”

“The dog is a male though,” Logan said, a little confused.

“Princess the Magnificent, then.” Roman laughed and set the puppy down.

“Princey for short,” Virgil said.

“I like that!” Roman nodded, then hugged the puppy to his chest again. “You’re so cute!” he told the puppy.

The doorbell rang.

“Pizza’s here,” Logan announced. Roman jumped up as he stood, then hugged him again.

“Thank you so much,” he whispered, “for making this the best birthday ever.”

#logan's bday #i did my best i hope you like it mate #you're amazing #fanfiction #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #remus #patton sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #virgil sanders #logince #intrulogical #moxiety

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