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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 3 (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

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The Girl Next Door

You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes

Chapter 3

You attend your first fight club meeting and it causes things to go awry with Hazel.

CW: Canon level violence and gore. Sexual innuendos. Profanities. Angst that turns to fluff.

You are on the edge of your seat, overwhelmed by anticipation all day. You have a few classes with Hazel, but you don’t get many opportunities to talk to her. You are painfully reminded of the way you two had avoided each other all these years when you found yourself sitting far away from her in every classroom.

You share your plan to give the fight club a chance with Isabel and Brittany at lunch. The two cheerleaders share stories about the fights they’ve been in over the past few days with a reassuring enthusiasm. They tell you that they were thinking about dragging you along after they had officially tested the waters. They weren’t sure if fight club was your style of chaos or not, but they are excited for you to join. Though you can't help but notice that they are not quite as excited as Hazel. Your friends were surprised that you knew Hazel at all, which makes sense.

Regardless of being too humble to say it out loud, you are seated atop the throne of the Rockbridge Sapphic Hierarchy. There were queer girls scattered throughout the spectrum based on physical appeal and societal contribution. PJ and Josie are on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from you, scraping the bottom of the barrel. Saying that Hazel was somewhere in the middle would be generous, though she by no means falls under the ugly and untalented category like the other founding members of the fight club. Her adorable face and easy going nature score her a lot of points, at least in your book. You do however understand that not everyone sees Hazel the way that you do. You tell Isabel and Brittany how you and this girl, that is so different from you, are neighbors, neglecting to mention the entirety of the situation.

For the rest of the day you try to prepare yourself for a fight and spending time with Hazel. You are unsure which is the most daunting. After the last bell you take a deep breath before entering the gym. You immediately spot Hazel across the room in the midst of a deep conversation with Josie and PJ. She is still wearing your sweatshirt. You decide to put your stuff down and not interrupt. You barely have time to say hi to Brittany and Isabel before PJ gets everyone’s attention by yelling “alright bitches circle up!” You move quickly so that you can stand next to Hazel before someone else can. You can see her excitement when she tells you “you don’t even know how happy I am to have you here. I’m glad that we are spending time together again.” Your heart is racing from Hazel’s words even more than the anticipated violence. “Alright skanks, let's get started!” PJ screams and steps into the center of the circle. “I’ll go first,” she announces. She paces around the circle a few times before stopping in front of you.

“Who am I to pass up the opportunity to draw fresh blood?” She asks, looking around at the rest of the group. An anxious lump forms in your throat. Hazel steps in front of you. “I told you she was with me” she practically growls at PJ, who doesn’t even acknowledge Hazel except for a push out of the way so she can get closer to you. The alleged delinquent looks you up and down hungrily. It’s like she can’t decide if she wants to kiss you or inflict pain.

“I’m sure she can handle herself, isn’t that right sweetheart?” PJ coos. Hazel tries to protest while you are focused on PJ. “Little miss juvie doesn’t scare me. I can take her,” you declare confidently.

Have you ever called yourself chaotic? No. Have you ever denied allegations of being chaotic? Also no. Do you shy away from chaos? Absolutely not. While Hazel is a true chaotic good you are more of a chaotic neutral. Your ambitions come first and your morality comes second.

You learned the hard way that you could not in fact ‘take’ ‘little miss juvie’. But you weren’t going down without a fight. The experience was exhilarating despite your struggle to hold your own. You make the first move, a simple shove.

“Is that the best you can do?” PJ taunts, disregarding your inexperience, before delivering a punch to your gut in retaliation. You start to double over in pain and PJ’s other fist meets your jaw in an uppercut. You stumble backwards and PJ takes advantage of that, kicking you in the face. You feel the pain seer across your mouth and cheek. “What a shame,” PJ continues taunting, “to defile such a pretty face.” As PJ regains her footing she looks at Hazel and asks “isn’t that right?” Murmured reactions buzz around you. You take PJ’s temporary distraction as an opportunity to dive towards her legs and knock her off her feet. Her head slams against the ground. Before she can take back the upper hand you clamber over her and grab her wrists. PJ has a smug look on her face as you pin her arms to the ground. You glare down at her and say, “I don’t go down so easy. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You thought you were hot shit for about 10 seconds before PJ admits, “normally I would let a girl as hot as you do whatever she wants to me,” and knees you in the chest before declaring “but not this time.” You crumble to the ground beside her. PJ pulls you up off the ground, onto your knees, by your hair as she rises to her feet. She’s clearly trying to get inside your head as she continues to mock you. “You have overestimated yourself princess.” She circles you like a predator hunting its prey. As you attempt to get up she takes you out at the knees in one swift movement. She approaches and hovers over you. You are expecting a final blow but instead PJ leans in really close like she’s about to kiss you. You lean as far away from her as you can. Nevertheless she continues to get closer. When her lips are about a centimeter away from yours she grabs you by the hand and pulls you to your feet. Everyone applauds, signaling the end of the fight.

“I have to admit babe, I’m pretty impressed. I never thought someone so dignified could also be so scrappy” PJ confesses with a sly smile. “Really?” You scoff, not letting her get inside of your head.

“Yes. But you’ve got a lot to learn. A pretty girl like you, I’m more than willing to teach you everything I know.” She offers with a wink. You roll your eyes at her. This wasn’t the first time PJ has flirted with you and could only assume that it wouldn’t be the last. Brittany is clearly the girl she has her sight set on but she treats you like a backup plan for when she is inevitably rejected by the very straight, out of her league, cheerleader. Not that you weren’t out of your league. The fact that you were also a lesbian caused her to be bolder than she usually is with others. However, this felt personal and you can’t tell if she wants you or wants to be you. You leave the center of the circle and PJ trades places with Josie, who looks around trying to figure out who she’s going to challenge.

You take back your spot next to Hazel. She subtly inches towards you. She puts her hand on your shoulder and her lips get close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Are you ok?” She whispers. You give her a nod and she searches your face for something, though you aren’t sure what it is. As she steps away from you she doesn't go far, staying much closer to you than she was originally. Her hand slides down your arm, finding itself in yours. Her hold on you lingers for a moment before she fully lets you go, as if she’s afraid of what might happen when she does.

There are a lot of fights including a variety of match ups. None of PJ’s other fights get taken to the level that yours did, although she enjoyed getting pinned down by Brittany a little too much. You are very thankful that you only participated in one fight because you are aching all over. Everyone else seems to be handling the pain a lot better than you are. It must be something you get used to. Feeling a little dazed, the longer the meeting goes on, the harder it is to stay on your feet. Once the meeting has concluded the circle disbands and you collect your things. Hazel had taken off your sweatshirt before the meeting to avoid getting any blood on it. She puts it back on and timidly approaches you. “Want to walk out with me?”You just nod your head because your mouth and jaw hurt so much. Your silence seems to make Hazel even more nervous.

As you push through the doors to exit the gym she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and asks, “so, what did you think?”

You just laugh. “I think I got my shit rocked.”

“I know, I know. But you knew what you were signing yourself up for. You saw me after yesterday's meeting. I will admit that you were at a disadvantage. What I meant was how did it make you feel?” She starts to fidget with her rings, drawing attention to her hands, making you lose your train of thought. Hazel looks at you expectantly and you try to regain your composure as fast as you can.

“I’m not sure why, but I think it felt… good? I was able to let go of my inhibitions. I felt the pain instead of my feelings.” Hazel playfully punches you in the arm, which is fortunately one of the few places on your body that doesn’t hurt. “Why do you sound so surprised?” She teases “I promised you. Pinky promised. You know that’s practically a blood oath to me.”

“There was definitely blood,” you begin, then mumble “but your promises don’t hold the weight that they used to.” You weren’t sure if you wanted her to hear that or not so you left it up to fate.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hazel questions. She’s not angry, just hurt. Her eyes grow wide with panic.

“You know exactly what that means,” you snap at her. The fire of all your hurt and resentment burns through the feelings of longing and nostalgia. In rare form, Hazel is at a loss for words. She starts to break out in a sweat.

“You know what, I am feeling pretty good and I’m not ready to let go of that yet. We are not going to do this right now.” You continue on, leaving her behind. You no longer hear Hazel’s footsteps on the linoleum floors. She’s stopped dead in her tracks. “Please,” she calls after you, her voice strained.

“Hazel, I told you I’m not doing this right now.” You hear her approaching so you stop and turn around “You’ve been acting like nothing ever happened. Did you think I was just going to forget? Or did you forget because you weren’t the one that got left behind?”

Tears begin to well up in Hazel’s eyes. Her voice cracks as she tries to plead with you, “please, just hear me out, I promise I can explain…” You cut her begging off. “It’s not worth wasting your breath, Hazel. I promise.”

You turn your back on her as tears start to fall from your own eyes. You’re stomping away at first but you can’t get away from her fast enough as your heart breaks all over again. You start to run. It triggers an escalation in your physical pain, but that doesn’t stop you. You are too far into your own head to notice whether or not she is following you.

When you get to your car you throw your bag into the passenger seat and slam the door behind you. You don’t even bother to put on any music. You peel out of the parking lot and drive well above the speed limit while the effects of your injuries continue getting worse. You know that you probably shouldn’t drive like this, but you needed to get the fuck out of there. Once you are parked in your driveway suffering washes over you. Your head falls to the steering wheel and you begin to sob. You had never let yourself cry over Hazel before. Years worth of pain pours out of you, an agony far worse than any physical damage could ever cause. If she had punched you in the face it would at least only have left a temporary mark. There is nothing you can do but let the heartache eat you alive. You have tried to ignore it, but you are in love with Hazel. You wonder if she has any love for at all. If she did, why would she do this to you?

You have no idea how much time has passed when you hear a car pull up next to yours. You turn and see Hazel's car in her driveway. “Fuck!” You scream, balling your fists and pounding on the steering wheel. You sling your bag over your shoulder and make a break for it. You only manage a few steps before your fight catches up to you and you go down. Hard. You hear Hazel coming towards you repeating “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” until she is knelt down at your side. You turn away so that you don’t have to look at her and she can't see your puffy red face.

“I know that you don’t want anything to do with me, but you need to let me help you.” You can’t stand the effect that she has on you as you weigh your options for a moment. You ultimately end up nodding your head in agreement. You are not sure you could even make it into your house on your own because your head is spinning from the pain and tears. You take a deep breath and turn your head towards her. Hazel’s hands gently move to your face, wiping away your tears and telling you that it’s her turn to take care of you. She puts your bag over her shoulder and wraps her other arm around your waist to help you up. Hazel brings you inside, and helps you get comfortable on the couch.

“First aid kit?”

“Bathroom. Ice packs are in the freezer.”

It’s been a while but Hazel knows her way around. She rushes around your house and quickly returns with everything she needs. She warns you that she is going to have to get close to you before she kneels down in front of you, settling between your legs. She passes you the ice packs and you put them where you are feeling the most pain.

“Do you have a hair tie?” She asks. You nod and hold out your wrist. Hazel takes the hair tie and tells you to turn your head. You oblige and she gently pulls your hair away from your face and into a ponytail. You hold your breath the whole time.

You wince in pain as Hazel attends to your split lip and cheek laceration. That doesn’t stop the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when she touches your face. Your heart nearly stops when her fingers brush over your lips. Once she finishes cleaning you up she sits back on her knees and assures you that you won’t need stitches. You’ve had enough time to calm down so you tell her “you can talk.”

“Are you sure?” Hazel is very hesitant and a little afraid.

“I’m listening.”

“I want to start off by telling you how sorry I am, and that I only did what I did because I thought that’s what was best for you. I never wanted to hurt you and I thought that letting you go would cause less harm than holding on. I was going through so much and I didn’t want to drag you into it. There were things I couldn’t talk to you about. Couldn’t talk to anyone about it. I had all these feelings… they were so strong… and I didn’t know what to do with them. I didn’t think that you would understand and it felt like I was going to lose you one way or another. So I bit the bullet instead of stringing you along. By the time I came to terms with things it was too late. You had already moved on. You had new friends and popularity. I know now that I was wrong. I was young and stupid and in-“ she pauses for a brief moment and mumbles “in deep.”

She returns to her previous tone and assures you that “no one has ever been as important to me as you are. You never stopped being important to me. I haven’t gotten close to anyone else because no one could ever replace you. I’ve spent every day since I let you go regretting my decisions but I was also too scared to do anything about it. I hate myself for screwing up my one opportunity to have you back in my life. I’m not asking you to forgive me. All I ask is that you believe me when I tell you that I never meant for any of this to happen and I’m really, truly, sorry.” Hazel is the one crying now. She anxiously waits to hear what you have to say, clearly in distress. You take a moment to collect your thoughts. Your brain is in fight or flight mode, telling you to lash out, but your heart is telling you that it’s time to forgive and forget. So you turn to your intuition.

“I’m not going to forget what happened, but I do believe you. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t missed you” All these years the ‘why’ had cost you countless hours of sleep. You finally have an answer and it gives you a sense of peace. You trust Hazel. Not just because of her history of honesty, but because you know that she is a terrible liar. You needed to get your feelings out, though you should have known you could never stay angry at her. You are hopelessly in love with Hazel Callahan, the girl next door. The tears stop falling from Hazel’s blue eyes and they are filled with a new sense of hope. You reach out to wipe the tears off of her face and she smiles. She throws her arms around you and holds you tight. “I’m never going to do anything like that to you ever again,” she whispers in your ear. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.” You pull away, arms still around her, your faces mere inches apart. A smirk creeps onto your face. “Anything?”

“Yes. Literally anything. Whatever you need and whatever you want. Now that I have you back I’m never letting go again.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

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𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

synopsis: after spending all of his time and nearly a week in Houston with (y/n), EJ must return home and to reality. But he isn’t pleased to find that his manager has been making moves behind his back. Ones that may sever their longtime bond and jeopardize her relationship after a heated altercation results in legal troubles for the rapper .It's also there that he reveals a secret to his best friend and what it may mean for his future as an artist. Could EJ the Don really be done with music as the media claimed? Meanwhile, (y/n)’s starpower continues ascending as she receives offers from tons of companies to do business. With the concerns of her friends lurking over her head; worrying that she may have been distracted by her recent fling, she proves to be more determined than ever to make things happen, especially when a part of her past is unearthed, serving as a reminder why she started in the first place and with news of EJ’s recent run in with the law, it’s one more reason to stay the course and keep distance. But will it really be that easy? The head executives of AMG are finally introduced, and with plans to host one of the world’s largest musical festivals for the first time in history, they meet to discuss the state of their current roster and how they plan to proceed.

content warning: mentions of violence, fighting/arguing, drug mentions, angst, mental health, mentions of death and grief, toxicity, implied sex, legal stuff and mentions of jail

word count: 8.8K

📝: just wanna tell you all thank you so very much being patient with these very sporadic and inconsistent uploads. I promise it is not due to lack of inspiration, these chapters just take a hell of a long time to write! If I could have them out in a week, I would. But I hope that everyone is enjoying this story so far and I can’t for y’all to see what’s next! 🫶🏾

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“Listen, Mr. Jaeger..I assure you. There’s nothing to worry about, alright? In all fairness, and in the eyes of the law, they were trespassing onto your property. Which gave you grounds to defend yourself. We’ll beat this case, trust me. And if they press their luck, we’ll crush them..you’ll own their entire company by the time I’m finished.”

“Shit, I hope so. My manager’s gonna be on my ass when she finds out. I don’t even wanna know what story those grimy ass journalists cooked up and put out..but that’s why I pay you. Do your thing and make this headache go away, please. I have full faith in you.”

It was a rather interesting Monday morning for the jaded Eren, who had been mid-conversation with his lawyer. A defense attorney to the stars who had beaten some of the most harrowing allegations and cases. Yelena Pithikos, a woman as intimidating as she was intelligent..and boy, did she live up to her reputation! A perfect track record with not one single lost case. She really was the greatest of all time in the legal world. With her on his side, there was no way he’d lose. The two would converse for a little longer; the rapper facing a half smoked blunt and blowing smoke before ending the call. To say he was stressed would be the biggest understatement of the century. Having been a free man for a little over twenty four hours, he had not only been hit with a barrage of text messages from concerned friends but knew that a media shitstorm was headed his way. All of it seemed so exhausting! Floch, who came and posted bail on his behalf, was worried that he’d be irate but if anything, he was just worried. Worried that he had caused yet another issue for Mika and how she’d have to spend the next week trying to clean up his mess. Little did he know though, that this wasn’t a result of his own actions..

“Come in.”

Uttering tirelessly over his shoulder as he mashed away at the keys on his mixing board. Suddenly, the door would creak open..followed by the faint footsteps of clacking heels hitting the tile. “No snarky comments today?” That old statement about speaking of the devil and they shall appear had never rang so true before. Just then, a visibly tired Mikasa came walking in; hands folded over her chest and cell phone in hand. Truthfully, he didn’t even want to look at her. Not out of embarrassment but fear that he had angered her or upset her. He sometimes worried the people around him with his careless actions. He did things without taking into account how they may affect everyone else. However, this wasn’t a matter that he should or could apologize for. Not when his home, his safe haven was invaded.

“..look, I know what you’re gonna say. And I’m sorry, but I really don’t feel like listening to any lectures right now. Already got an earful of the damn cops and a bunch of crazy bastards in a holding cell getting on my last good nerve. Also, I forgot how much of a pain in the ass handcuffs are..I’m just not in the mood right now.”

blurting out before proceeding to focus on his current task..avoiding eye contact with her if at all possible. But surprisingly, she wasn’t as talkative or angry as she normally would have been. Which he didn’t even notice at first. But as the conversation progressed, he’d soon come to realize that he wasn’t so much at fault as he initially figured and in truth, the one to blame was standing in front of him. Even so, she’d glare down at him as a disappointed mother would her unruly child. For a split second, he even thought about how his own mom had called him not too long ago to check on..and scolded him about the incident and he was drained! The last thing he needed was another chewing out.

“Why did you skip out on our meeting last week?”

the question caught him off guard and confused EJ even more. What exactly did that have to do with this situation in particular? Was she not ready to rip his head off for creating yet another mess for her to mull over with the execs and the media? What was going on?! Leaning back in his chair, he’d blink profusely to really make sure he heard correctly but she’d give him that glare she’d done many times before and await his answer. “Don’t stare at me like I’m speaking another language. What was so goddamn important that you couldn’t even give me a phone call to let me know you weren’t showing up? That meeting was booked out months ago and you made me look like a complete dumbass in front of the board members. Your album deadline keeps getting pushed back and I keep having to make excuses. You don’t find that a little fucked up?”

he understood exactly where she was coming from..Mikasa worked tirelessly to ensure that all of her talents received equal attention and that they were being given opportunities to showcase their talents. As well as being backed by the top brass at AMG. It was her job as the median between the two to ensure that things went smoothly. It wasn’t easy to get a room full of stiffs in suits to fund projects sometimes but Eren’s reputation and record sales had always spoken for themselves. But with a four year time lapse between his last album and now, it was becoming difficult to do so. She was just irritated that once again, his selfishness had put her in a bad spot. It was hard enough that she had to work to prove she wasn’t just some byproduct of nepotism and family favors. But she had earned her spot as the executive PR and internal affairs manager. One she held proudly. But he’d try to explain as best he could without detonating the ticking time bomb.

“Look, Mika. I’m sorry, alright? I was busy, kinda needed to duck off and clear my head for a lil’ bit, that’s all. I didn’t realize that the damn meeting was so soon. I wasn’t trying to stand you up, I promise. I had other things to tend to, that’s all. Just schedule another one and I’ll be there, promise. Hell, tell Floch and I’m sure he’ll remind me.” Once again, there was that nonchalant attitude. It ground her gears to a halt, really. It was as if he had no real concept of reality..

“I wish I had an excuse but I don’t. Truth is, leaving town was some shit I decided last minute. I can’t even tell you why I went. I was out drinking and the next, I was in Houston. Doing shit I hadn’t in a long time...enjoying myself. That I won’t apologize for. I didn’t expect to come home to a bunch of paps at my door, interrogating me about some fuck ass article I knew nothing about. Saying I was retiring and a lot of other bullshit. Respectfully, the last thing I wanna deal with is your uncle and the rest of the firing squad questioning me about an album rollout. I need some time to think.” It seemed that he was truly agitated by all of this. As if he were confused as to how he could have a perfect weekend, pillow talking and fucking on (y/n) to now being in the midst of a media frenzy. It just seemed so sudden and now, he was trying to figure out how to deal with it. But Mika’s next comment would not only catch him off guard but eventually, send him into a tailspin.

“Damn, I knew something like this would happen.”

“What do you mean?”

Before she could recant though, Mikasa’s expression gave it away and she knew that he had definitely peeped that statement. Just what exactly did she know about this situation that he was clueless on? One thing was for certain though, he was going to find out. Glaring up at her with a rather peeved look, Eren began to press the issue..wondering if he’d get a straight answer or some calculated shit she’d orchestrated. What was this all about?

“Mikasa..I asked you a question. What do you mean ‘you knew?’ Answer me.”

normally, the banter between them was nothing more than playful, joking discourse but there wasn’t the slightest hint of happiness in his tone at the moment. But rather, complete and utter irritation and quite frankly, a hint of anger as well. He wasn’t much for the games and she figured it best not to test him either. So, against her better judgment and her own interests, she decided to come clean. Releasing a heavy sigh, Mikasa began to confess and tell him how the entire situation came about. From the fact that she was fed up with him ducking and evading meetings from the phone call with Annie and even putting the bug in her ear about writing the article. She told him that she knew he was with (Y/N) for the weekend and that she was furious about being stood up yet again..and that his inconsistency was affecting her own standing within the company. Admitting that she knew him well enough to know that he would’ve never moved for some one off blog post about him hooking up with an Instagram model but the second they mentioned news of him retiring or perhaps becoming stagnant, he’d definitely respond by clapping back from the booth. It seemed like such a sure fire way to give him that extra push to put out a new track or maybe even a full project..what she didn’t count on was him being swarmed and the whole plan backfiring.

“Look, Eren..I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know they’d take it this far. It was a last minute, brash decision I made out of anger and I put you in a bad situation. I apologize.”

But he wasn’t hearing a word. Honestly, he had blanked from the moment she admitted that she had all but set the catalyst for this entire ordeal. Now, he had to attend court, pay legal fees and deal with a dumb ass judge..all because she wanted him to produce another record to improve her status quo?! It was infuriating but the worst part was that she was willing to exploit her own best friend and things that he had and were still struggling with for clout. He had known Mikasa for the majority of his life and she was one of, if not the most logical and intelligent person he knew. Out of all his friends, she was the one that always made the smart decisions, even in the most high stress of situations. Always thinking things through and ensured that her emotions never got in the way of her thought process. However.. “..how fucking stupid can you be?” That wasn’t the case and Eren was more than happy to let her hear about it!

For a moment, she stood still..gasping as she had never heard him speak to her in that manor. Granted, she was full and well aware of how irate he could truly become but not once in the entirety of their friendship did she think she’d become the subject of his anger. But this was coming from a place of pure hysteria. Hurt and betrayal that she would do something like this..standing to his feet, EJ tried his hardest to practice restraint to avoid saying anything extremely hurtful but he wasn’t much in the way of exercising such resolve at the moment. Especially when not only had she gotten him in this mess and offered no real solution to help repair his reputation but also, he hadn’t heard from the one person who was keeping him happy and this may have very well been the reason. So he didn’t feel compelled to hold back in expressing his feelings.

“Look, I said I’m sorry, alright? We’ll get this sorted out. Just calm down–”

“Calm down? Are you serious? Mika, I just spent the past twenty four hours in a fucking holding cell. One more fuckup and they’re gonna send me away for a long time. I had to fight a bunch of psychos off of my car and property over a story I knew nothing about. Not to mention everything in it was a lie. I take a few days off for myself, for once and you jump the gun all because you and the rest of those slave driving maniacs at AMG want me to make another album? To hell with calming down and honestly, to hell with you too for even pulling something like this! I’m your friend and you sold me out like I was nothing..”

The frustration was visible all over his face..the emotions coming through clear as day and radiating all throughout his body. Even causing tears to well in his eyes. He was furious, enraged and if it were anyone else..moreso a man, he would’ve slid them across the floor by now. But this stung more than anything. He knew how hard she worked and the lengths she went to ensure her clients’ success; not only for them but to prove that she was capable of one day becoming the heiress and figurehead of Ackerman Management Group but never in a million years did he think she’d become so obsessed with proving herself that she’d lose sight of what really mattered. Now, the damage had been done and he didn’t know if he could forgive such an act. Even so, she wanted to at least try to defend her actions!..

“Only because you never listen to me. Hell, you won’t listen to anyone!..you never think about how the things you do affects anyone else. It took three months..three months to get that goddamn meeting and you couldn’t give me so much as a phone call to let me know you wouldn’t be there. Out of every client I have, you’re the most difficult. I get it, you’ve been working since you were sixteen. Harder than anyone I know but hell, this has been my life for as long as I could remember. I’ve got a whole line of old bastards who’d do anything to remove me from the equation because once my uncle steps down, they don’t want to execute decisions made by the same little girl that used to play in the lobby. None of them truly believe I deserve that spot, no matter how hard I work. How many success stories I create…I’ll never be good enough in their eyes. The least you could do is not make it hard on me to do my job..Jesus! You’re getting a little too old for the rebellious bad boy act. In and out of jail, long before this..doing whatever the hell you wanted! You have obligations and you won’t even stand on your word but you want to preach about friendship and loyalty? Spare me, Eren. Please..this is business, remember that.”

The entire time that she was speaking, he felt himself becoming even more sated with rage. His blood boiling at her deflection. But his face had completely gone blank from a few minutes ago. Not even making eye contact as he rolled yet another blunt. As if she weren't even there but little did she know, he had a hell of a response for her little tangent and he promised she wouldn’t like it. That nonchalant, brutal honesty was one of his most horrible character traits and she was about to be on the receiving end. Uncrossing his feet, letting the sole of his Nike Dunks hit the floor, Eren began to smirk and eventually..laugh. That’s when he was at his most dangerous and the words about to leave his mouth were far more painful than any punch could ever be.

“You know Mika, you make it sound as if it’s my fault you’re not up for the task. Don’t try to take the piss out on me because Uncle Levi and his lackies are second guessing if you should take his crown. But aye, I’m not surprised. I mean, shit..it’s not the first time they’ve had to intervene because you lost control.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?..”

By now, the two of them were only inches apart. Her face screwed up and was riddled with hostility. Eren on the other hand was sporting the snarkiest, smuggest smirk he could muster. Blowing that cloud of smoke, he’d run a finger underneath her chin and look directly in her eyes:

“Exactly as I said, sweetheart. That little bullshit essay from your friend? I wonder just how much of it is true and how much of it is you projecting..let’s not pretend that you’ve always been..this. Little Miss Perfect. If anyone on this earth can’t tell me shit about obligations and integrity, it’s you Mika. You were on those stages and in the same dressing rooms I was. Getting high out of your fucking mind just to get through one set. Snorting coke off of a bathroom counter because you hated it so much. Sleeping with a bunch of assholes you couldn’t even stand looking at but hey, they made you feel better, told you you were pretty after mommy put you on another diet because the blogs were making fun of you. How many times did me, Armin and everybody else have to come pick you up off of the floor because you’d get so damned drunk after your shows, you couldn’t even remember where you were the next morning. And please, let’s not forget how many times you cried in my arms because you didn’t have the heart to tell your family to fuck off and stop forcing you to make music. It took that stupid ass fiancé of yours outshining you at your own show for you to finally realize that you hated being an artist. And you think you can actually lead that company? Don’t make me laugh. You’d probably snort your body weight if you had to handle that type of pressure. Hell, I’ve done some fucked up shit since I started making music. Taking drugs I had no business touching, just to stay awake and getting in trouble when I probably should’ve walked away but I never once tried to run from my mistakes either and I damn sure never stopped loving my craft..especially not enough to half ass a performance. No matter how bad I felt..how sick I was, even when I didn’t think anyone would even give me a chance or listen, I always showed up. Everything I do is for my fans. Losing sleep over a song because I wanted it to be perfect. You couldn’t even make it to a single album before cracking under pressure. This isn’t some money grab for me, music is my entire life and the only thing I’ve ever loved. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else backs me into a corner over it. Tell that bitch Leonhart to put that on her website..and if you don’t like it, you and AMG can kiss my ass.”

Every single word he spoke sliced through Mikasa like a hot, searing knife through butter. Her face had become beet red and flush with tears. Huffing and breathing heavily as if she were going to explode at any second. She wanted to scream at him but couldn’t even find the words. Instead, she’d raise her open palm and smack him across the cheek with the hardest slap she could muster..so much so, it left a crimson colored mark on his face.

“Fuck you, Eren. Fuck you!..you’ve gone too far. I came here to apologize for what I did but the only mistake I’ve made is befriending an asshole like you. Burn in hell for all I care and find a new manager while you’re at it because I quit. Do whatever you want.”

furiously tugging her purse strap back up on her shoulder, Mikasa turned on her heel and proceeded to storm out. Not looking over her shoulder once because she wouldn’t be able to control herself if she did. As for EJ, he didn’t bother to stop her or even remotely show remorse for that long winded read. Rather, he’d listen as she slammed the door behind her and left. He was still pissed off but that may have been a little harsh.

“Damn..maybe I should think before I speak.” But it was too late now. There was no turning back or apologizing. For either of them..all that remained now was for him to put his focus where it always was: into his craft. Drown out all the noise and distractions and get back to what he truly loved. Because truth be told, she wasn’t the only one losing her grip on reality and goals. As he sat back in the chair, hands folded underneath his chin, all EJ could think to himself was one single thing:

“I think it might be time to call it quits. Maybe music isn’t for me anymore..”

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meanwhile, as Eren felt that his time in the spotlight was beginning to dwindle, (y/n) on the other hand felt that your star was only about to ascend. Having just concluded the very last show in your cross country tour, you were already plotting on your next lucrative business opportunity.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll be back in Miami tomorrow so we can meet up and hash out the details. Thank you again, Mr. Smith. I appreciate your time.”

you’d find yourself on the opposite end with one of AMG’s elite directors and the man who had approached you back at Rolling Loud about starring in Connie’s video. You found it a bit strange that Mikasa wasn’t the intermediary for this particular deal but you just chocked it up to her being busy but you knew if Erwin Smith; the nine time Grammy Winner and music legend was contacting you personally then it must’ve been a huge deal. Either way, you were excited to see what was in store. Once you ended the call, you’d turn your attention back to the rest of the group, who were preparing to board their respective flights as you all paraded through the airport. Dressed in cute yet casual outfits, hair put up and bags stacked on one another. The final leg of the Pole Assassins Cross Country Tour had come to its end last night; concluded by a performance with a real rap legend performing. You all were excited to be going home…getting to see your families and most importantly, getting some much needed rest. But for the fearless leader, things never stopped. You were on your grind twenty four hours a day. Even counting up checks while you slept from brand deals and your namesake. It wasn’t all too bad. But for the ones that knew you best, they also knew that once you touched down back in Miami, you’d more than likely be closed off to everyone. That the reason you were working so hard was to keep yourself distracted from your impending grief. Even the passage of time never made it easier to get over the tragedy you suffered at seventeen years old and as a child in general. Affecting your life now even as a grown woman..living the way only few could dream of. Because of that, not one person in this world had access to (y/n) this time of year and it was very obvious by the very nonchalant reaction to the news of your sneaky link getting arrested, that the sullen mood had already set in. You didn’t even so much as gasp or even shrug it off as you had done countless other men that fucked up while in your life. And that’s what worried your girls.

“Aye, you sure she’s gonna be good while we’re on vacation? She already seems spaced out.” a concerned Kelley questioned whilst scrolling through her phone. Luckily though, Niesha wouldn’t be too far away, as you guys grew up only blocks away and not much had changed since becoming famous. You guys’ luxury apartments were within walking distance so if you needed anything, she could always pop in and check on you. “Yeah, she’ll be alright. She just needs her space right now. Listen, I’ll call y’all when we make it and keep you updated.” With that, the four girls would make their way over to (y/n), who had been standing near the gate for your flight, becoming visibly anxious. Suddenly, you’d feel a pair of comforting arms wrapping your shoulders. “Hey, pookah. You ready to go?” That warm and loving smile that could only come from your best friend and sister. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Returning the glance, you’d nod and turn to bid the rest of your crew farewell for now. Embracing in a giant group hug, the five of you exchanged laughs and even playful kisses to the cheek. Just then, your procession of being bid adieu was interrupted by a voice of the intercom, announcing departure of the Miami and Atlanta flights. “Y’all be good now. See y’all later, love you guys!” Kelley, Brianne and Syrai waved and you and Niesha would do the same as you clenched hands. Much like you had done as little girls when walking to the corner store. You were each other’s safety nets and truthfully, Niesha was all you had right now. So she’d do whatever to make you comfortable. To let you know that you weren’t alone at this time, no matter what it may have felt like. She loved you more than anything and you could feel the energy brimming from your bestie, even if there wasn’t a single word exchanged during the walk from baggage check to boarding the plane. As the two of you made it to your seats and got acclimated..you’d stay close to Niesha. Clinging to her like moths to a flame. Coiling an arm around hers and eventually, laying your head on her shoulder. Even in the dead of silence, the sentiment was loud and clear to Niesha:

“You know I always got you, pookah. You my girl and I love you…take all the time you need. You know your granny would be proud, just like I am, (Y/N). You've been working hard so now it’s time to go tell her all about it..forget EJ, forget working. This is time between you and her..”

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darkness had well set over the bustling city..a thunderstorm showering the bustling streets and ruining the evening plans of would be partygoers and club hoppers. But there was an even darker cloud looming over the head of Eren, who was currently holed up in his home studio, flug lazily across the couch with his electric guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor next to him. He had been drinking and doing whatever he could to rid himself of any feelings and emotions. Having all but become a recluse..which wasn’t out of character for the hard shelled rapper to begin with but where as label mates and friends could find him working up until the early morning hours on a new song, he hadn’t even touched his work equipment. And instead, was instead getting inebriated with every substance he could tolerate so that guilt, anger or sadness stood no chance of plaguing his mind. Right now, he had his guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor in his hand. He was trying to find his spark..that extra push to drum up something to shut both his manager and his hating ass critics up. But nothing was coming through. He had no desire to make a beat, write lyrics…he just wanted to lie there and rot. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in ages. That creative slump and depression that had plagued many of his peers..the point of no return. Where artists could no longer achieve that sense of gratification when putting out music. They’d resort to making a few radio safe tracks to appease the masses before disappearing from the scene altogether and fading into obscurity. The last thing he wanted was to become an afterthought..but he was tired of grasping at straws. But luckily, a much needed distraction would be arriving in the form of his best friend, Armin. Who for some odd reason, couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was amiss with his homeboy. That would’ve been putting it lightly…

“Mr. Jaeger? You have company..” one of his loyal housekeepers and truthfully, someone he considered family, had been staying in one of the designated bedrooms for staff and was still tending to some chores when she got a knock at the door. Once getting the approval from security and seeing who it was pulling into the driveway, she breathed a sigh of relief. Because she knew if anyone could pull her gloomy employer from this week long slump fest he seemed to be trapped in, it was Armin. Whether EJ would welcome the thought or not. Before he even had the opportunity to attest and decline, the door would burst open and in would come a rather perturbed Armin, who was glancing around the dimly lit room; halting dead in his tracks at the sad sight before him. Turning to the housekeeper, he’d warmly assure her that he could take things from here and thanked the woman. It seemed to be a lot worse than what she had portrayed. He was hardly leaving his room nowadays, less known eating or anything else. Normally, she would’ve been sent home and still given a full day’s pay because Eren would insist on cleaning the mess for her, so as not to overexert herself. But when the head of the house was in a less than jovial mood, the energy was blatantly obvious to everyone.

“Alright, get your ass up. Enough of this. It’s pathetic..” the brash words leaving Armin’s mouth as he slammed the door behind him, which elicited quite the reaction from the hotheaded artist. “Watch your fucking mouth and don’t slam my fucking door either, bitch.” But alas, Armin didn’t give the slightest care. Because an angry reaction was better than none at all. Laughing as he took a seat in Eren’s chair, just to rub a bit more salt in the already festering wound. “And here I was thinking you had really lost it. You only look and smell like you’ve reached rock bottom. The proverbial clawing under his skin had seemed to work in Armin’s favor because he was at least sitting upright now and wiping his eyes so they’d adjust to the light. Releasing a loud yawn, Eren shot his best friend the middle finger and proceeded to ask exactly why the hell he was in his house this late in the evening. Armin would shrug it off as he’d always done, kicking back with a bottle of water he had confiscated from his fridge on the way up. Even going as far to take his shoes off and get mighty comfortable. “Oh, Eren. You silly goose..you can’t escape me that easily. Besides…I’m here on official business.” the response piquing his very dulled interest. Raising a furrowed eyebrow, Eren hoisted the bottle to his lips for yet another swig of the Hennessy. “Official business? At ten PM? What the hell are you talking about?” of course, he wanted to stay here another minute without being tossed from the second story, he’d elaborate. Although, EJ had quite the nagging suspicion of what this was pertaining to. Since he and Mikasa’s giant quarrel last week, word had gotten around the entirety of AMG..including the higher ups. Who had been in talks of what to do. On one hand, Mikasa was the best PR manager to come out of the firm, not to mention the fact she was the boss’ niece and next in line. On the other hand, EJ the Don was their highest earning artist. Regardless of Grammys or accolades, his name was still holding weight after all this time. And with the two of them at odds, who knew what would become of the team? However, for Armin..it was much more than that. He could care less about AMG’s record sales or a damn article. What he cared about was seeing his best friends at odds and hurting. Unbeknownst to Eren, this fight hadn’t just affected him.

It seemed that his harsh words had hurt Mikasa far worse than anyone had anticipated. The remarks about her younger days on stage and turning to drugs to cope with the pressures of being in the limelight had driven her back to some of those nasty old habits. She was trying to keep a brave face but it reminded her of how imperfect she truly was. Regardless of that front..and him. Sitting here wasting away, all because some fucked up article said he was washed. Enough was enough!

“Look, dude. I’m not gonna bullshit with you, alright? I’m not exactly sure of what happened between you and Mika. It’s honestly none of my business but what I do know is that both of you stubborn assholes need to fix this. She won’t even tell Jean..she just says it’s the stress of work before closing up in her room for hours. The other day, she blanked on one of the coordinators because he got the wrong number of napkins for an event. Whatever you said to her, you need to apologize before that bitch kills all of us.” And he wasn’t bluffing, sadly. Mikasa had been known to be quite the pistol. They had seen her beat grown men who tried to make passes at her so they knew she could be the Tasmanian devil when she wanted to. But there was one person with a hotter head than she had..

“I’m not apologizing for a damn thing. Should’ve thought about that before running to the blogs and trying to lie about it. She wants to use cheap tactics and dumb shit then she can stand on that. Just don’t expect me to feel sorry for telling the truth.” Honestly, it was pointless to get through to either of them and he knew he’d only exhaust himself trying to argue. Maybe what they needed most was not to be lectured but for someone to listen and once he began to open up..it all made sense. Talking back another swig of that dark liquor, Eren began to confess what was truly bothering him.

“I worked myself like crazy..for years, all I wanted was to be the best. To make music that transcended the charts. Hell, I didn’t care if I ever touched a Grammy or even got my flowers. I just wanted to make shit that people could relate to. Everybody told me how stupid I was for leaving home..a cushy life just to chase this so called dream of mine. But I loved it. I loved sitting in front of my laptop..pen and paper just coming up with verse after verse. After a while, it felt like second nature. I could do that shit in my sleep, y’know?” As he continued to speak, Armin listened attentively. In all the years that they had known one another, pretty much for the entirety of their young lives, Eren had never once been this vulnerable or open with him. They joked around and sometimes went at each other’s throats but this was a completely different side that no one had seen. It could’ve been the liquor or just the lack of having someone to talk to but either way, he was pouring his heart out. And a few tears too, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Masking it behind his smirking and laughter..

“Lately, I’ve just been feeling like I don’t have a place anymore. I kept telling myself ‘maybe if I help them with this project’ or ‘if I produce this track’, my inspiration for my own shit would find me again. But nothing…I didn’t feel the same way I did a couple years ago. Less known, ten. I spent all this time trying to build this empire and now I feel like I don’t have shit to show for it..these labels, they decide you’re no longer useful, and you’re out the fucking door. It’s frustrating, I ain’t gon’ lie.” interrupting his rant only to wipe away his tears and take another sip. “I can’t even keep a girl. Finally find one worth a damn and I go and fuck it up. I’m sure she saw I got arrested and ran for the hills. Can’t say I blame her though–” it was at that moment, Armin had heard more than enough. Listening to all he could take of this pity fest and self wallowing. Unbending his knees, he planted his feet to the ground, snatching that bottle out of his hand. “First of all, if you think for one second and I’m gonna sit here and let you cry like a lil’ bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. Dude, do you know how many people you’ve inspired with this music shit? Including me? Ony, Connie, even Jean, loves your work and he can’t stand your ass. I’ve never seen anything like it. Ten years..ten years you’ve been doing and dude, you’re only getting started. If you quit now, that’s the only way it’ll be in vain. You gotta keep going..not just for your fans or even to prove a bunch of losers on the internet wrong. You gotta do it for sixteen year old EJ who chose sleeping in a bus station over the country club because he wanted to put the industry on its head. You gotta do this because no one else can. So what if you don’t feel like it right now? You have so much left in you and I’ll be damned if I watch you quit.” It were those exact words that had seemed to have brought forth a spark in him..bringing life back into those dull jade eyes. Finally getting himself together, he’d sniffle and begin to laugh. Wholeheartedly for the first time in days..it felt good. But that wasn’t it for the encouragement Armin had in store for him. There was one more bit of uplifting news he had.

“And about (y/n)? She’s not mad at you, dude. Promise. Niesha told me everything and honestly…she just needs space right now.” Armin found himself swallowing a lump in his throat as he uttered the sentence. “It’s not personal. I’m sure she’d be happy to link…when the time is right. But she’d hate to see you like this.” Taking another breath, he’d ask another request of his best friend while he seemed to be in a much better mood. “Listen, I know it’s not your thing and trust me, I already know what you’re gonna say. But I’m hosting a yacht party next week. I invited everyone else too..including (y/n)..so I was hoping you’d come too.” never had Armin been so soft spoken. Truthfully, all he wanted was to see his homeboy happy and the only person who had managed to do that in recent history was the gorgeous influencer who had obviously more than well caught his eye. Maybe the thing you two needed most was each other. Even so, it wouldn’t be that simple and EJ just wasn’t going to agree that easily.

“I’ll think about it, dude..” but before Armin could leave with a less than savory answer, Eren would avert his eyes towards the door, where Armin was close to opening it. “Aye..thanks, bro. I appreciate you.” reciprocating a toothy smile in return. Seeing him in a better mood than when he arrived was all the thanks he needed.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Doing their signature handshake they’ve had since childhood but alas the sweet, heartwarming camaraderie wouldn’t last long..as Armin had a bad habit of being as annoying as possible! “By the way, I’m gonna go get a shower and when I get back, we can work on some of these beats. I have a couple ideas.” at first, what he said didn’t exactly register to Eren but then he realized–

“I’m gonna take one of your spare beds too! The room with the mirror on the ceiling. I might have a little something coming over.”

“Yeah, man. No problem–wait a minute. You’re at my house, you jackass! What do you mean you’re gonna go shower?! Don’t you have a whole ass mansion?”

“Yeah, but I like a change of scenery.”

Before he even had the chance to respond, Armin was already headed back downstairs. “Love you, Eren!”

leaving the befuddled rapper shaking his head and in shock of just how tactless he was. One thing he could do was thank him for getting his mind right. Now..it was time to do something with that new found motivation.

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the next day…

“All in favor of moving forward with the second decision, say I”

“I”

Meanwhile, the top brass at the renowned talent agency was in the midst of a very important meeting. One with a lot of dire topics being voted on and currently, this may have been the most pertinent of them all..

“That settles it, six to four. We’re getting Italian. Have the kitchen make enough carbonara to feed the National Guard. We’re gonna be here for a while.” earning a collective sigh from the roundtable. Seated on the top floor of the eighteen story building were some of the most powerful and brilliant minds in the entertainment industry..from multi-platinum recording artists to Grammy winning producers, any and everyone who had helped shape several as they were today were running AMG and making it the largest talent agency and label with over one hundred and fifty talents signed and billions in revenue every year. “Goddamnit, Levi. You know I’m trying to watch my figure right now and you’re not helping.” “I’m trying to watch it too and I think it looks just fine.” Seated at the head was chairman and former recording artist, Levi Ackerman. Second generation rockstar who hailed from a long line of talented musicians..best known for being the lead singer of notorious band, Paradis. Who had won over twenty Grammys and seven number ones during their tenure. The man across from him, Erwin Smith was his best friend and bandmate. The COO. Along with Miche Zacharius, who was also at the table. The lead drummer turned director of marketing. He was a genius when it came to advertising for these artists. He could take any budget and make it look as if it were worth millions. Perhaps, the most inquisitive mind there was the woman next to him and perhaps, his favorite person in the entire company. Vivian James-Ackerman. The Queen of Neo-Soul, five time Grammy winner and his beautiful wife of ten years..she was not only a generational talent with a sound inspiring many songs today; a creative director working on the set of many videos but a mentor to AMG’s biggest star, EJ the Don.

“You two are a mess..so, what are we gonna do about this little situation? We have PalmFest right around the corner and two of our biggest stars are currently out of commission. Think we can convince them to perform?”

“Not to worry, lovebug. I’m sure they’ll come around. Right, Levi?”

Next to Erwin was his beautiful wife of twenty years, Deanna Smith. She was a renowned R&B singer with a powerhouse voice for many years before trading in her sultry lyrics and silky vocals for the title of vice director of marketing. Her and Erwin had collabed on many tracks. Including one that was the talk of the tabloids, saying that it was far too ‘provocative’ for their time. But innovative, as it was the first time rock and R&B had meshed together and topped the charts.

“They damn well better or they’ll all find themselves out of a job. This is the first time in AMG history we’ll be hosting something of this caliber. Three days of music, entertainment..hell, if we pull this off, we might surpass Rolling Loud or Coachella in a couple years. Not to mention the cash it’ll bring in. Whatever those brats have going on, they better sort it out and quick.” When the president spoke, his word was absolute and everyone had done their part to make his vision come to life. Glancing around the table, they all nodded in agreement but among the tribe, there was always one person going against the grain. “Speaking of…” pressing his glass back to the table, Miche chimed in and added to the conversation; addressing the elephant in the room.. “..you know that niece of yours is one hell of a manager, Levi. She’s recruited some real heavy hitters in the past couple years. It’s hard to believe that someone so young has done the work she has..” as he continued talking, no one could attest to that. Mikasa was the top of her peer class in many areas. She was super talented. However, Director Zacharius had his reservations. “Even so, I’m a little concerned about her after news of her little outburst the other day. I mean, with something as huge as this on the line..how can we be certain she’s equipped to handle it? Are you sure we can leave her in charge of such a huge event?” His inquiry caused eyebrows to rise on each side. But as always, Levi remained steadfast, stoic and calm..twirling a pen between his fingers, he’d merely smirk and lean up before speaking.

“I’ll admit, she is quite the firecracker when she wants to be. Even as a little girl, she was a force and I’ll admit…the kid’s had her moments. Ones that have me doubtful of how well she could handle all of this pressure. The last thing I’d ever want is to see her or AMG collapse under the weight. Running a business is hard work..overseeing so many different people and ensuring that things run smoothly. CEO, chief operator, directors or managers. Nobody comes by these titles easily. All of it is a group effort and requires a lot of skill.”

as he continued with his speech, he’d clasp his hands together and take a stern look around the table..making one thing abundantly clear:

“With that being said, there’s no one more qualified to not only oversee this festival but one day, this company as well. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t take it easy on her, never have and I damn sure won’t now. I also won’t coddle her. This is the test to prove she’s worth her salt and that she’s capable of being a true leader. She screws up then she’s out the door but I believe as always, she’ll pull through for us and make the best of her talents. I trust that you all will place the same amount of faith I have in her and assist as much as possible.” and that was enough for everyone else! Of course, the co-sign would come from the one person who housed enthusiasm in their veins as if they needed it to breathe. “Well I think Mikasa is more than capable and I’m sure she’s gonna do amazing things. Let’s just help her with whatever we need to make this a success.”

Zoe Hange, nightclub owner and interim data analyst; in charge of ensuring that the budgets were in order. As they all reached that consensus, they felt confident in proceeding with the fun part and that was planning the festival. Getting all the acts, deciding the staff and of course, who would be performing! But as they all flipped through their files and scrolled their iPads with presentations on the screen, Vivian would lean over and ask her husband about one more burning question on her mind..

“You know, Eren would make a great addition to this lineup. I think we should make one more effort to get him on board.”

“If you want to go grovel to that brat, be my guest. As far as I’m concerned, he has one more strike before I drop his ass for good. Money and sales aside.” Levi uttered without so much as even lifting his head. But Vivian wasn’t as ready to give up on her protege. And instead, proposed something else..

“I’ll go pay him a visit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my little mentee anyways. I miss him.” And all Levi could do was laugh because she knew that Vivian looked at EJ as more than just a former backup singer or pianist, she thought of him like her own son and treated him as such so if he were in any type of distress, she’d do whatever to solve it. He also knew there was no arguing with her when she got her mind set on something! Snickering, the president would just scribble down his signature on a few documents as the rest of the table conversed among themselves.

“Well, I trust your judgment, sweetheart. Whatever you think is best. But remember, we only have a month so we don’t have any time to waste on him or anyone else.” With that, she knew she had all the time she needed to make this work. Tomorrow, she’d be heading to his Miami Beach mansion to not only convince him to headline PalmFest.

but ensure his well being above all else.

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sexycornenthusiast · 5 days

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maybe im not going easy on you sorry <3

3 -Regina and Gretchen 13 - Karen 31 - Gretchen 42 - Regina and Cady 48 - Gretchen and Cady

3 - Obscure headcanon:

Regina has a thing for critically panned popular sitcoms. You'd think she'd jump at the chance to be a hater but no, this woman is out here trying to convince people the big bang theory is the greatest show ever made and she would almost succeed if she weren't so... herself

(once forced cady to watch an episode of south park and it nearly ended their friendship for good (not that I can blame her for it that show is ass))

Gretchen has the most weirdly in depth family history to me... Her mother was born in Buenos Aires and her father was born in London. I was gonna specify years but then remembered 2024 exists so uhhhh (they're in their 50s) She goes on trips to both of those places but she doesn't talk about Argentina in public because it's "not cool". Whenever she says anything weird she'll claim it's British slang. It never is <3

13- Dumbest thing they've ever done: In fifth grade Karen ate two quarters on a dare from Janis. As for the outcome of this, let's just say.. Hoptal <3

31 - Tumblr: Gretchen has a super aesthetic Tumblr where she posts poetry and moodboards and inspirational quotes and stuff like that and she has a custom blog theme she stayed up until 3 AM one night making and also she has a sideblog full of the most unhinged shitposts you've ever seen. She's reblogging the werewolf boyfriend pineapple post (iykyk) in broad daylight and she needs to be stopped.

42 - 3 comfort items:

Regina: Her photo albums bc she's not beating the sentimental allegations <3. A travel mirror (doesn't matter if there isn't a single human being around her, she will be on edge if she leaves the house without it). A Really Big Stick TM; not any specific one.. she just feels better when she's holding a weapon 😊.

Cady: I'm forever a Cady stuffed lion truther. Wears her mathlete jacket around bc it makes her feel like a person. Also she owns a machete <3 a fancy one.

48 - Scariest moment:

Gretchen: that time she went in the ocean as a kid and her foot touched some seaweed /j

Cady: Uhh the 15 seconds immediately following the bus. For an agonizingly long second she genuinely thought her teen angst bullshit had a body count and that was soul-crushing.

#the void screams back #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls musical #regina george #gretchen wieners #cady heron #karen smith #karen shetty

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woonierkiz · 1 year

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*. ⋆ WELCOME TO W00NiE CiTY ! FIRST DESTINATION, BOOKSTORE

FIRST STOP ! ヤ MAPLE STREET by mayor jake sim

BURN THE MEMOIR ! smau . . . ( on hold )

PRECIS, Jake Sim skipped his violin lessons to hang out with his friends, and they suggested going to Starbucks. However, he doesn't know how to order a drink at Starbucks. But when he saw this cute barista, he couldn't stop stuttering and making up a weird combination of a latte. When the barista asked for his name, he thought she was making a move. So, he gave his number instead!

GENRE — smau with written chapters, second-hand embarrassment moments, idiots in love.

SECOND STOP ! ✦ CANDY STREET by mayor jungwon yang

VALENTINE BY VALENTINA ! mini smau . . . ( upcoming )

PRECIS, Valentina, the new solo artist of Ador, runs a mini show where she gives a gift to strangers for a gift on Valentine's and accidentally runs to Jungwon, whose dancing her song cupid at the hallway.

GENRE — idol au, smau with written chapters, second-hand embarrassment moments, fluffy fluff, crack, idiots in love.

THIRD STOP ! ♡ CORNELIA STREET by mayor niki nishimura

BEAT THAT ALLEGATIONS ! smau . . . ( ongoing - on hold )

PRECIS, Niki Nishimura finally found his only soulmate, the one who will respect and see him as himself, who you can be yourself, and makes him smile and shines his day whenever they see them. They finally got the courage to be themselves on screen but people find them just friends. They are exhausted from people telling them they are just best friends, They need to beat the best friend allegations.

GENRE — fluff, idol au, verrry slight angst, crack

BUTTERED POPCORN ! mini smau . . . ( upcoming )

PRECIS, Niki Nishimura was watching avatar 2 in the cinema dressed up like a criminal since he was an idol but didn't notice that his idol crush happened to be his seatmate at the cinema and ate his popcorn and thought it was hers. That night he found out who ate his popcorn after seeing the same person trying to eat in the hallway while re-watching avatar 2 across their dorm room.

GENRE — smau with written chapters, fluff & crack

THE SLAP ACCIDENT ! mini smau . . . ( upcoming )

PRECIS, Niki Nishimura was known as the class clown & infamous delinquent but he was more known as the person who secretly like yn the loud introvert of their class, however niki accidently slap her ass & thinks that she was rei, his best friend.

GENRE — smau with written chapters, fluff & crack

( you cant tell how much i love cornelia street so much )

FORTH STOP ! 𓆩♡𓆪 CUPIDS STREET by mayor heeseung lee

LAST, FIRST, SECOND TO MY HEART ! smau . . . ( upcoming )

PRECIS, After being transferred to Decelis academy and trying to change a new lifestyle, however, a rumor started to spread that the rugby player Lee Heeseung was your boyfriend. Your life becomes hell as you become tramped with many obstacles as this rumors wildspread and even reaching you family, the fact that your mother wants to bring Lee Heeseung along for the summer as you become panicking and agree and give her affirmation to bring him—the fact you never talked with Lee Heeseung about these rumors.

GENRE — smau, fake dating, written chapters, slow-burn angst, fluff, bullying

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hyperfixationhopper · 2 years

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Can i request like headcanons of Revenant with a male reader who loves physical touch, cuddles and stuff but rev doesn't know how to react to affection and tries his best to comfort them?

(also ur kay/o headcanons is *chefs kiss* robots needs more love, have a lovely day)

rev needs a hug honestly

(TYSM I WAS WORRIED IT WASNT VERY GOOD FHDKDKDKF also YOU TOO TY)

also fair warning im a little new to writing in a blog style, im more familiar with stuff like ao3, so im still experimenting with how im formatting things, warnings, info, titles, etc. ill admit I wasn't really thinking when I made the previous post, hence the lack of title, warnings, info, etc (I apologize for that sksjdjdk). so, bear with me, im still experimenting and fucking around with things, itll be a bit before i figure it all out <3

hfjddkd sorry I got a little carried away and made it a full story ;; and sorry its not very much like how your request asked, I got an idea and ran with it (Im so good at not following requests properly fr)

extra info? the romantic relationship is newly formed, and having a bit of a rocky start, you're both still figuring everything out.

warnings? angst, a bit of violent behavior on rev's part lmao, other than that its mostly fluff

soft guy

Only what could be described as a panicked mechanical grunt emitted from Revenant, as arms wrapped around his midsection without warning. Without missing a beat, he whipped around while simultaneously exiting his assailant's grip, prepared to attack, his hands already molded into the sharp blades his victims knew all too well, prepared to kill.

However, he backed down nearly immediately, realizing who his alleged attacker was; you, his boyfriend, completely and utterly terrified. Normally, the simulacrum loves scaring people, it's why he joined the games, to strike fear into those unfortunate enough to have the horrifying, sadistic and merciless Revenant as their opponent. Something about the power trip is so enticing to him. But him, scaring you? No, he cannot afford to drive you away. He won't let the one person even remotely interested in spending time with him escape, as selfish as it sounds. You're too special to lose.

He grunted, his hands reverted to their previous state, his fingers wiggled around a bit, finding their places once more. He glares at you. "Skinsuit, you can't pull shit like that, unless you want to be impaled." His voice laced with malice, he had a scary quality about him. If you knew him better, you would know better than to think of this as a genuine threat if you knew him well, rather, it was a red herring, a veil. If you knew him better, you wouldn't think he was set on hurting you, really it was just a concerned warning, in his own way. He doesn't do well with surprises, and he isn't used to intimate touch yet, let alone a surprise hug, which is unfortunate for you, a lover of touch and intimacy, however, you didn't know him well enough to identify the veiled warning, and took it as it seemed; a genuine threat. You stumbled backwards slightly. His dim yellow optics convey some sort feeling of.. Regret? Dissatisfaction? You couldn't tell, it was definitely something negative, for sure.

You were shaking a bit, and tears were threatening to flow. Was he really about to kill you right then and there, without a second thought? Fuck, this guy was scary. "Ah- Sorry.. I uh, I didn't think you'd react like that.." Revenant's gaze softened, and looked way more friendly- well, maybe not friendly. Passive? Something along those lines. He eyed your face, analyzing it. He walked over to you, and you flinched slightly as he came close. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?" His tone was quiet and soft, eyes attentive, his voice still managed to hold that attractive gravelly effect. He knelt down so you were eye to eye, he was obviously trying to make his body language look less threatening, though it wasn't very effective. "Look at me." You were afraid of what he'd do if you didn't, so you complied. Revenant sighed, and paused for a moment, unhappy at your fear. "Look... I'm sorry, okay? I... fuck..." He sighed, his confidence faltering. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, skinbag." He looked away, embarrassed at his confession, and he took a deep breath through his artificial lungs. "I... damnit.." You swore his "cheeks" were turning pink. "I want you to... feel safe.. with me.." He breathed out a handful of curses. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing as he huffed, his internal fans were noticeably whirring now. He stood back up normally, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

Holy shit.

This guy really does care, doesn't he? The tough guy persona was really starting to get to you, so much so that you were starting to think he didn't like you. Though his stubborn and rude attitude really were just an act. You were happy he could be open and vulnerable with you, even if it wasn't a whole lot, and not for very long, it was a small step, and that was everything to you. He was embarrassed, but he succeeded, it meant so much to you that he could sacrifice his ego just for your well-being. You really meant something to him, you had to. Your tears and fear were long gone, in fact, a smile was nearly on your face. Your doubts about this relationship were melting away by the second, maybe this would last. Revenant didn't seem to be the type to have such moments of weakness, especially this early on in a relationship. Such a juxtaposition compared to how he's usually teasing you with horny remarks or jabs at you for whatever reason.

"Thanks Rev, that means a lot." His eyes glowed more intense, seems he likes the nickname. His stance had evened out now, standing normally. He hummed in approval, analyzing your face, memorizing every little detail, as well as searching for any possible sign you were hiding that you were upset. His eyes kept coming back to your lips. He was definitely smiling, and now so were you.

"You're handsome when you smile, skinsuit, y'know that?"

God he could kiss you right now.

And that he did.

#revenant x male reader #the r in fr is for revenant #god I love revenant #live laugh love?#more like #revenant revenant revenant

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darkleysgarden · 2 years

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It Will Be Okay

Originally posted June 12th 2022 (Now November 11th)

I am posting all of my old fics onto here so that I can make an official masterlist

Requested by Scratchingmyass (She wanted it first person, so it is.)

Warnings: Self-harm (scratching), Night terror/nightmare, past major character death (Lilith), slight gore

Ship: Dialuci

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Words: 1168

Summary: Lucifer has been having bad nightmares ever since his sister passed away.

Luckily Diavolo is here to help.

I woke up with my heart beating impossibly fast.

Every chance at breath became a futile attempt, no air officially entering or leaving my exhausted form.

I didn't feel like I was at home. I wasn't in my room anymore.

Lilith was right in front of me.

Lilith was falling. Her hair flew around her in wild waves. Bright blonde contrasing the dark skies behind her.

Lilith was wounded. Blood bubbled and oozed out of her stomach, far too much was seeping out of her for anything to be alright.

Lilith was dying.

I fell

I was falling just as she had been.

I wasn't fast enough. My wings weren't moving fast enough to catch up with her dead weight. They gave up trying, pain becoming too unbelievable.

I land beside her.

I hold her delicate form in my arms, wondering where I went wrong. Her long hair was perfectly framing her face. And she was smiling. Why was she smiling? Couldn't she see she was dying? Tears ran down my face. She was becoming blurry. Tears ran down her face too. But she was smiling.

How could she be smiling at a moment like this!? I placed my hand against her cheek. She was becoming cold. Why was it so cold out? Her skin was icy to the touch. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. It trailed slowly down the outline of her jaw. Dripping onto her sleevless shoulders. Her state was terrible. Arrows were shot through her stomach. One shot in a very vital organ. Her wings were drenched in blood and agony. The war had been hard for everybody. I was worried everyone wouldn't make it out alive. Whether it be Mammon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, or God forbid Lilith.

Someone wasn't going to make it.

It was inevitable. Why did it have to be Lilith? The beautiful young girl who fell into the worst kind of forbidden love. The same girl who could put a smile on anyone's face. Cheering up all her older brother's whenever the day's got too rough. The girl who had shiny long hair the ran down to her feet. It would glisten in rain and sun. Making everyone around her curious as to how she kept it so nice. Even if she could be a handful, a troublemaker like Mammon and Belphie had, she was still my sister. My only sister.

Her hand reached up to my face, tremors ran through her body. This only reminded me of her sad state. My tears ran harder. Sobs choking the words I wouldn't have been able to say either way. She brushed my hair out of my face. Most of it fell back into place. But it didn't matter.

"Thank you"

Her eyes were beginning to shut.

"Lilith please don't do this! Think of your family! Think about Beelzebub, Belphegor, your brothers!" "Think about me."

I was sobbing hard, making it difficult not to choke over my own tears.

"You can't leave us Lilith! Please...."

Her eyes were now fully shut.

A hand was placed on my shoulder. I flinched at the sudden action.

"WAKE UP LILITH WAKE UP! YOU CANT- YOU CANT DIE!"

"I won't let you die like this. That's not what he would have wanted Lilith... Please... Think about the sweet human you saved. You're a great angel Lilith. You helped so many people. Please."

"She's far too gone to be saved," A man said behind me.

I look back to see the Prince of Devildom, Diavolo. Next to him was standing another man with teal hair. I vaguely recognized him as the butler that would tend to him whenever the two of us would meet.

"Diavolo, I will do whatever it takes I don't care! Make sure she gets to live on! Gets to find love and grow old with whoever it may be! Gets to live!" I begged him with everything I had.

"Diavolo I pledge my allegiance to you if that's what it takes!" I yell, probably very loudly.

He smiles.

I'm in a cold sweat, laying in my massive bed. That was a couple years ago. Lilith has been dead for years. I could feel my nails digging into my arms. I couldn't save Lilith.

I couldn't save anyone.

Now me and my brothers are stuck in Devildom because of me. Lilith isn't around because of me. Our lives are ruined because of me She's out there in the human world, living life with no knowledge of us. The family that continued grieving for her. She has no knowledge that even after all that I am still sleeping in the same bed as the demon prince.

Speaking of, he had woken up, evidently noticing my loud crying. I was now scratching my arms, looking for some sort of relief from the pain I was feeling. I had failed her.

Diavolo noticed me and softly grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands away from my arms.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay," He said quietly.

I tried to reach his eyes but found my own dashing around the room.

I was disappointed in myself but I could also sense Diavolo was disappointed in me. After all I hadn't scratched or further in months. Hadn't had a bad nightmare like that in months. All the progress I made felt useless as it all washed away. The angry red marks evidence of yet another one of my failures. I tried to focus on the man in front of me. I was here with Diavolo. The man I loved, dearly. Lilith has been dead for years. It's time to move on. Everything is okay.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He asked, warmly.

I slowly nodded my head. He carefully embraced me.

"It's okay, Lilith wasn't your fault, neither was it your brother's, only those fighting for the worst side can be blamed," He whispered.

"I want you to know that I am very proud of you, relapse or not," He comforted.

"Thank you Diavolo, for everything," I whispered into his shoulder.

"Of course," He smiled as he loosened the hug so we could look each other in the eyes.

He brushed the hair out of my face. If it reminded me of Lilith, I chose to ignore it. It didn't matter, because he wasn't Lilith. All that matters is that I'm here right now with my loving boyfriend. My brother's are at The House Of Lamentation, doing perfectly fine.

Lilith is in the human world doing fine.

And most importantly, I'm doing fine, and Diavolos doing fine.

It will be okay. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but in due time. Lilith will always be painful memory. But, one day maybe I will be able to think of bittersweet memories without bursting out into tears. To stop the urge of scratching my arms until they are bleeding the same way Lilith's were when she died at the slightest thought of her.

Not today, but it will be okay.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #fanfic

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akaashioppa · 3 years

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Forever Will Never Be The Same

pairings: oikawa x reader

summary: The reader finally confronts her husband Oikawa after cheating allegations in the male locker room. angst!!!

warnings: curse words, mentions of the reader having a son with Oikawa, confronting of cheating.

w/c: 1736

A/N: first time writing for Oikawa :)

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“Everyone get out now!”

Your voice echoed off the metal lockers of the locker room. Eyes widened as you made your way into the changing room, not because of the fact that a girl was entering the male’s locker room. It was the fact that Oikawa (Y/N) was coming to kick her husband’s ass. Just as every man passed you to flee, their musky scent filled your nose making you cringe.

After the final whistle of the game, people were scavenging to take pictures with Oikawa Toru except you. Each morning that you woke your husband up he would give you one of those cheeky grins that he was giving the fans right now, the stupid grin was fake. Laughter, jokes, and cries filled your ears, for what reason? The Great King made his grand entrance back to the court, winning both sets with the help of Iwaizumi. The Great King himself showered his fans with love and pictures while you stood from afar, anger flowing through your veins. Knowing the Poker Face King for ten years and having been married to him for two, it was easy to mimic the grin. As girls would pass by screaming about the pictures they took with him you would shoot them that famous grin.

You timed each moment perfectly, celebrating the win, pictures with fans, interviews with the sports commentators, more fan interaction and now he hits the locker room for a shower. Luckily for you, he was beginning to take his sweaty jersey off, beads of sweat from the previous game were still prominent.

“What are you doing here?” The look on his face was one of a kind, it was a mixture of panic and anger. Nothing to be afraid of, it’s not like he didn’t give you the same look when you caught him at the bar with another woman. Or the time you were driving down the road with his phone constantly going off, every other minute he’d get notifications, this would go on for hours.

The yelling of the men from the locker room made you come back to reality. Have they not seen a woman before or was it because you were standing there looking at their dick prints? A white tint cast over their knuckles from how hard they were holding their towels around their waist. ‘What a sight to see

“You can either tell me the truth or you can tell me the truth there’s no in-between.” You barked at Oikawa, men were still scattering out of the locker room. You barely gave them time to leave before you bombarded your husband with your question.

The panic on his face was quite entertaining, he moved in front of you so you couldn’t see his half-naked teammates running out of the locker room.“What are you talking about!?”

“When were you going to tell me that you went to a nightclub with Iwaizumi!? He told me everything so I’m giving you the chance to come clean about it!”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to be mad.”

“Did you sleep with her?” You got straight to the point, there was no need for you to sit here and procrastinate any longer. This has been on your mind ever since you got those three attachments from Iwaizumi.

“No” He scoffed, “Why would I sleep with her? I have too much respect for you to sleep with her.”

“Oh really, the way you were holding her waist makes me think differently. The way you kissed her neck makes me want to snap yours!” You held up a photo on your phone with him and another girl at the nightclub. His head was in her neck, you could see that he was kissing on it, his arms were wrapped around her waist but his hands were dangerously low.“Respect? Do you even know the definition of respect because if you did you wouldn’t have me out here looking stupid!”

He sat down on the bench of the locker room, his arms were tightly around his chest. Oikawa was already over this conversation, this wasn’t the first time you blew up in the face about this. Nor the second, he respected you in a weird way. He never laid hands on you, or even yelled at you but he couldn’t keep his hands off other women.

“How do I make you look stupid!? I give you everything you want!”

“Everything but love.” You yelled desperately, the thing about arguing with him about these situations was that he’d always claim that he knew what you wanted. He’d always try to bring light on the situation when he clearly fucked up. He was a great husband, you guys had been dating since high school. Since he got the fame and money things turned upside down, he became a legit monster.

“I show love to you every day, I make love to you every week!” His voice rose an octave, his hand was flying all over the place when he spoke.

You were appalled, sickened, offended, that he could say something like that. It hurts to know that he thinks this way, it almost makes you feel worthless. Does he really consider having sex as love? “That’s not loving Toru, that's lust.”

He sighed, his hands were on his knees, he got up to finish packing up his things. “Well, I’m over it. I don’t want you here anymore. Leave”

“How can you give up so easily on us.” You forced his hands away from his bag, he looked at you with a confused face. You poked him hard in his chest slowly provoking him, “I forgave you so many times after you treated me like trash. All the times you cheated and came home with women’s numbers falling out of your pockets. Many sleepless nights just to make sure that your knee would stop bothering you. I wake up every morning to make you your special breakfast so you can be game ready and yet I haven’t given up on you.”

“I’m just tired of arguing with you. All you do is complain about my lifestyle. If you can’t keep up then we shouldn’t be together. How can I keep consoling you after you get all jealous about me hanging out with fans or me taking pictures with my fans? It’s just toxic (Y/N).” He spat back, he didn’t seem angered. It was more of an annoyed look.

“Because you only hang out with female fans, it’s fine and all but when they’re posting sexual pictures with you, it’s a different story. I scroll down my feed to see you with more women than see pictures of us together. It’s like I don’t exist”

“Whatever (Y/N) I need to get ready for the after-party.”

“What about us? How are we going to fix this?”

“There is no us!” He screamed, his voice echoed off the lockers. He placed his hands on his hips trying to compose himself. “It’s only you and Torio. And me, Torio and volleyball! There is no us, not anymore and that’s it!”

You took a step back, each word was like a dagger in your heart. He would often bring your son into the matter. Ever since your son was born you’ve always felt like you and Oikawa had grown apart. It was like you were forcing yourself to stay for Torio’s sake. There would be days where things were good, on those days you and Oikawa wouldn’t argue. However, when days like this occur he’d make you hurt, you’d always end up questioning your ability of loving. Deep down you felt like you guys were drifting apart but you didn’t want to admit it. It was too painful, Oikawa would have been left if it weren’t for Torio. He wanted his fans and the sports media to look at him as a family man.

“Why is it so hard to ask someone to love me!?” Your breaking point had finally come, you held your hands over your mouth to stop the loud sobs. It was hard to know that your husband and high school sweetheart didn’t want you. You gave up everything to support him with his dreams, family, friends, work, school, and even your fucking sanity and yet she still treats you this way.

He stood there watching you beat yourself down, he didn’t do anything but place a hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, the last thing you wanted was for him to touch you. “Listen I loved you back in high school but now high school is over. You’re still basing this love off of that and I’m not here for it. All these insecurities you have are a bit annoying in my defense. Maybe this relationship would work if you grew the fuck up.”

“You can’t give up on us now. We need each other. Torio needs his dad. ” Lie, you needed him. Yes, Torio needed his dad but you needed your husband. It was crazy to think that you would go back to him but it was just your toxic ways. You never loved anyone but him, he was all that you had. Your life that you lived was based upon him.

“Look, we can talk about this later if you want, but right now I have thousands of fans waiting for me to show my face. You can either suck it up and go out there with me or you can hit the back doors and go home.”

“Toru…”

“What do you want?” He groaned, he turned back around with an annoyed face. He was fed up with you and even the situation. You knew he wanted you gone, he was waiting for the minute you’d leave so he could go and party.

Obviously an answer, he was too consumed with himself to even realize that. It was the reason why you came in here yelling at his teammates to leave, you wanted to ask him a question in private. The thought of getting your feelings hurt in front of everyone was not ideal.

“I just asked a simple question. Did you sleep with her?”

You looked up at him for the first him, your vision was blurry but you could see him well enough to see that stupid smirk.“What do you think?”

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koroktsuya · 2 years

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pleaser

# synopsis: Heeseung has always been called a people pleaser, so why can't he please you?

# starring: best friend!lee heeseung, oblivious gn!reader.

# featuring: enhypen's 02z, sunoo (mentioned), txt's taehyun and beomgyu (both mentioned).

# word count: 4K almost even

# content: sfw, unrequited love, pining, angst (?), songfic!

# warnings: i'd say none, lmk if i should add anything!

# a/n: so, this is for prettywon's collab soul symphonies, you can check out other works by clicking the first tag at the end of this post. also, i do not own the image, i found it on pinterest, which led me to twitter but twt said the tweet have been deleted. this is the song i chose for this fic. hope you enjoy!

Heeseung is at Decelis’ end-of-the-year party, celebrating with classmates and friends who are mostly hanging out nearby the pool, playing games, chatting by the snack tables or getting not so secretly high on the roof.

Heeseung himself is bouncing up and down on a trampoline with other two classmates, lips stretched into a wide smile as a laugh escapes him. His feet hit the elastic again, and again, and again and— huh? his eyes catch a blur of hair, and his ears hear the wisp of a chuckle, suddenly, he sees you again.

His heart stops as he falls on his back. He watches forlornly as you laugh at something one of your classmates says and right after, you press a kiss to his best friend's lips.

His back burns against the searing heat of the trampoline and so is something inside his chest, but not because of the jumping mat. You're beautiful, and Beomgyu and you are perfect for each other.

Heeseung is busy dreading his existence, thinking of where he could hide before you see him. He's about to leave when your eyes catch his, once again, heeseung feels how his heart skips a beat.

Your eyes widen up and you smile so big at him, it's not fair. He waves back and you turn to your boyfriend, say something and leave his side to start walking towards him.

Well, crap, there goes his elaborate and useless plan to hide from you.

"Hey" boy, did your voice sound way nicer than he actually remembered.

"Hey" is all he can say back.

"I haven't seen you in a while, even my mom's been asking about you" you say. it's meant to be a joke, but heeseung feels bad about it anyway.

"Yeah... things have been busy, lately" he mutters, but you catch it all the same even if you’re trying to get his eyes to look into yours.

"things have been busy, huh?” you ask, raising one of your eyebrows at him. He's still not looking at you as he shrugs and nods.

“Yup, I've had many things keeping me busy”.

“Busy enough to not pay a visit to your alleged best friend?"

“Uhm, yeah. Junior year’s a busy one.” Oh, Heeseung, what a bad excuse.

“So busy you even stop greeting me at school, isn't it?”

"Yes, Y/N,” he taunts, “busy enough to not even text if you want a visit so bad" he's suddenly turning to frown at you but relaxes immediately, he didn’t intend to talk to you like that, or at all, for that matter.

"Okay, fine. I guess we've both been neglecting our friendship” you sigh, regretfully but then you beam at him “but I’m here now, we’re both here. We should talk, catch up and all that”.

Heeseung should know better than to stare at your smile that makes his chest warm, he should know better than sighing and looking over to his friends, who are surprised to see him with you.

Heeseung should know better than agreeing to your request, because there is a reason why he hasn’t been talking to you as before and you aren't supposed to know.

Heeseung does actually know better, and yet “Yeah, sure. Just let me go to the restroom and we can talk”, is what he says to you.

“Great! meet me at the green table by the pool. I’ll get us some food” and you rush off, probably knowing that if you take any more time, your old friend will change his mind.

Jay is walking up to Heeseung and they both sigh. Before either of them can say anything, Sunghoon rushes and starts to talk.

“What did you tell Y/N? To leave you alone because you are madly in love with them and you're a people pleaser which is why you decided to take yourself out of the picture when she started to date one of your oldest friends?”

“What the hell, Sunghoon? no, you dumbass" Heeseung says, sounding very much horrified at his friends rambling.

"Shut it, Hoon," Jay intervenes, "so, what did Y/N say, then?".

"All they said was that they wanted to talk and I uh… I agreed”.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna-” Jay starts, and Jake is suddenly there, listening as well.

“I know what I said, Jay, but… I rehalí like them, and I kinda miss them, y’know?”

“You bet we know,” Jake scoffs.

“I sleep right above you, I’ve heard you whining and everything for sooo long” Sunghoon chimes in, “I kind of guessed you felt something for them”.

“Whatever,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, “it’s nothing serious, anyways. I’ll just chat with them a bit, catch up super quick and we’ll leave it there ‘till next year”.

And that’s what he really intends to do. Heeseung stands up, leaving his friends behind with whatever else they could have wanted to say in their mouths and walks to the pool’s bathrooms, staying there for a few minutes to mentally prepare himself.

Heeseung doesn’t want to screw things up, not with you, not with Beomgyu, not with your relationship. So, he won’t say anything mean about not talking to you as much as before, if you ask -which you clearly will do- but he won’t agree to going back to what you two used to be either, because he knows he can’t do that.

He will try to keep the conversation as vague as he can, without asking you about the weather…

Or so he thought, but he’s bad at making conversation with a person he used to be so familiar with and no longer is, for reasons he needs to prevent you from asking about.

“I heard that the literature teacher wanted to fail your whole class” Heeseung says once you’re both sat down and eating some fries. It’s a good start, he might be able to share some school anecdotes with you until he can make an excuse to run away from you- discreetly, of course.

“Oh, that’s right! He was such an ass about this one assignment, and the entire class turned against him. We joined forces in a way that, for a whole minute I truly thought we would get away with it”.

“And then what happened?”

“For the next whole minute I thought we were screwed and I even saw myself going home, expelled,” Heeseung’s laughs just like you remembered and it makes you smile as you continue to talk “I mean, he was just so mad, the entire situation simply backfired. He didn’t fail us in the end, but he’s been acting much worse lately”.

“Right, we heard some of it in our class. He would sometimes complain about your group with ours. Jake thought it was very funny”.

You both share a laugh as you continue talking. It’s not as smooth as it used to be, but he thinks he might be doing well. A lot better than he expected.

Well… maybe he jinxed it three minutes too soon.

“So, is it me or the weather this year feels a lot hotter than last year’s?” wonderful, Heeseung, he thinks, you lasted like eight minutes before bringing up the weather.

You just look at him, with that smile you always gave him when you knew he was trying to hide something.

The two of you haven’t talked in weeks, but you still know him too well and you’re aware he’s trying to avoid the topic you’re trying to bring up.

“Do you remember the last time you went to my place?” fuck, does he remember.

He feels a pang in his chest just at the thought, and you just say it out of nowhere. He doesn’t even get a second or two to prepare for the attack.

It haunts him, it's all he thinks about when he's with his friends, when he does homework, when your favorite songs come up in his playlists. You can be damn sure he remembers.

He lives and relives that godforsaken afternoon and regrets every choice that led him to it, and everything he’s done afterwards. as dramatic as it sounds, it’s true.

He promised himself not to make it weird, but all he says is ‘yeah’ and it immediately feels so awkward. Still, you don’t seem to be one to give up easily, something he <loves> likes about you, so you keep talking.

“i had a lot of fun that day,” you push him lightly with your shoulder against his, heeseung feels like the contact burns “mom keeps asking when you’re gonna come by, she even says she’s getting a little sick of only having gyu coming over”.

gyu…

right.

Heeseung’s head leaves him no choice but to revisit all the memories of the two of you at your place.

Doing homework, watching movies, scrolling on your phones while one of you plays music on your speaker, the times where your mom and him exchanged recipes and the many times where you fell asleep on his shoulder as the movie peaked; on his stomach as he scrolled past many posts and your favorite songs played in the background; on his lap, as he finished his homework to help you afterwards with yours.

Sure, it hurts to think of how helplessly he fell for you, but it hurts twice as much to remember the last time he saw you at your house, when he's been trying to block the memory so badly.

Heeseung leaves you talking as you sleep, he doesn’t even say goodbye to your mom as he walks across your home in big steps all the way to the front door. While he rushed out of your house at first, he’s now walking slowly, taking in the streets he has visited many times.

Back in your room remain the words he wanted to say to you but couldn’t leave his mouth.

It’s getting old, really, this behavior of his, all the pining and the longing, but there’s not much left for him to do after what you told him.

He averts your gaze as his heart drops and he knows he has to put on his most convincing smile. He is your friend, the bestest, you would say.

When you’re done rambling, you ask him what he wanted to say before you interrupted, and Heeseung remembers, silence is what he does best, so he keeps his heart to himself. I forgot, he says, and… how long have you been seeing Choi Beomgyu, again?

Four weeks and a half, and in those four weeks you’ve seen each other 6 times, and Beomgyu always texts you throughout the day, and he’s apparently really nice and sends you cute videos and funny memes and– crap, Heeseung's about to puke.

“Wow, that’s great” he says and you’re a beaming ray of light in your darkening room, smiling as you talk about your boyfriend (is he already your boyfriend, anyways?).

“Oh, don’t be mad, Hee. I didn’t tell you before because I wanted to make sure things were going somewhere with him, I know he’s your friend-” probably was one of his best friends, he would point out, if he wasn’t about to mentally collapse.

“-and he also told me that he’s going to take me out tomorrow. I think he might make it official!” you squeal.

“Wow, that’s great” is he a broken record now? Well, no, of course not. Heeseung is aware he is not turning into a broken record, but he might as well be turning into one.

That afternoon, he lets out six more ‘wow, that’s great’ that couldn’t be more monotonous even if a robot said them, but he just doesn’t know what to say without bursting into flames or tears or... anything, really.

“I know!” Heeseung loves seeing you hyped, loves your excitement that reaches your eyes and the way you raise your voice, but he doesn’t love it when the person responsible for your happiness is your future boyfriend.

Damn it, he was just about to confess his feelings to you when you brought Choi Beomgyu up.

It goes on for a couple hours, you put him up to date with all the deets about your new relationship, a few more wow, that’s great come out of his lips and he keeps on mentally screaming.

At some point, the chatter dies down and Heeseung decides to stretch his legs a bit, so now he’s checking out your bedroom’s shelves for the nth time as you look for something you wanted to show him on your phone when he sees a photo strip of you and Beomgyu.

You're both making a silly face in the first one, smiles and peace signs on the second one and something happened in between number two and three because the third one has you both blurry and laughing, on the fourth one you have a small smile, but you’re both fondly staring at each other.

It kills him, to see how much you like his best friend. You used to have a strip photo with Heeseung, where the 02z joined for the last picture, on your birthday and you put it away to showcase the new one.

Is he going to be put away, as well? Stored in a drawer, probably, to put on display your shiny new guy?

Or are you perhaps expecting Heeseung to stick around, now that he knows about you two dating, and you think he'll be third-wheeling through town with you. Hell, no! Heeseung doesn't even know how he's gonna face Beomgyu at the music club without exploding from jealousy.

Well, he'll be damned. It’s his first night hearing about Gyu, not Choi Beomgyu, his classmate, or Beomgyu, his friend but Gyu, your boyfriend-to-be and he already knows he can’t do this.

Does that make him a bad friend? yes, probably. Well, more like absolutely, because he's supposed to be a good friend and support you.

But how can you be his friend and not realize he has feelings for you, and tell him all of a sudden about this new guy when he’s been here all this years, pining for you and waiting to be seen.

“Y/N… I don’t think I should come over anymore, at least not for a while. Things could get complicated and I don't want to tangle your head just because…” his shoulders deflate and his chest hurts once more when his eyes meet your sleeping form.

“… I like you.”

Heeseung always thought that he should look at you, no matter how difficult, as he tells you his biggest secret, the only one that he had ever dared to keep from you, but he can't decide right now if he would have preferred to not see you sleeping and find out until later, because the disappointment would've been just the same.

All he could tell at that moment was that, contrary to what he expected, he didn't feel any lighter after saying those words.

"So, your mom is…” Heeseung meditates his words and decides to say something different to his first idea “... is she cooking anything new?”.

“Yeah, she discovered food tiktok a few weeks ago”.

“There’s some good stuff there,” Heeseung states. You notice he sounds off, he stays quiet for a few moments and suddenly he is distant and changes the topic.

“Trust me, I know. Lately there’s a new recipe at least twice a week, and mom is even starting to consider becoming a foodtoker herself”.

“I’d be her number one follower, commenting on every video and promoting her account to anyone who will listen, if she did that”.

You laugh and nod, “yeah, I know. That’s exactly what I told her when she brought it up.”

The sun is setting and Heeseung feels enjoyment, he only chuckles but he’s all too familiar with this lightness that only comes when he’s with you, even after not being around you for so long, his heart is still the same.

“Maybe you should come by the house again so you can try some of her new recipes” you shyly suggest and just like that, you bring him down from the clouds.

Ugh, Heeseung hates you for doing this to him. He knows what you’re doing and it’s just plainly unfair.

“Hold that thought, I think I need a moment” he stands from where he was sitting, next to you, and you look with wide eyes at him, surprised at his sudden reaction.

“And where are you going?” you stammer, confused. Anywhere, just as long as he’s not near you, risking making plans to see you more or even to disregard your friendship rekindling attempts.

He can't give you what you want, even if he wants to, and he doesn't want to break your heart either, even if that's all he's doing.

“Err… to the restroom” Heeseung replies but he makes it sound more like a question.

“Again? you just went like ten minutes ago!”

“Yeah…” he awkwardly says as he looks around, hoping to spot any of his friends.

“Hee, it’s been three months. What happened?”

Heeseung is aware there’s something he should tell you, and still, your sad frown as you look up at him makes him bite his tongue off with an apologetic smile.

“It’s nothing. I just wanna find Jongseong,” you seem disappointed.

“Heeseung, seriously. What’s wrong?” he’s becoming a pro at averted eyes these days, and it's an art he's only perfected from being around you.

“Nothing, I…” he sighs and you look at him expectantly “I’ve just been going through some stuff, Y/N”.

“You’ve been going through stuff for a long while, now" you point out.

"It started with you sitting out the weekends but the most I’ve heard from you lately comes from your friends who no longer hang out with me,” you mutter, and heeseung really wishes he could just evaporate right this second, “are you okay?”.

“Yeah, sure,” he scoffs, “I’ve just seen that the times just change and seem to waste away”.

You look a little surprised, and Heeseung feels lost for words.

Could he possibly have just let out too much? If he somehow told you right now how he felt, would you know what he means?

All he wants is your happiness, and when it turned out you found it in the form of dating his best friend, he stepped aside, despite his every effort to be good for you, to be seen.

He forgot about his own happiness colored in the shade of your eyes and chose to allow his friend to take over. As Sunghoon always said, it showed he was a people pleaser, simply doing what will be good for others without thinking of what's good for him.

Heeseung once thought that no one understood him like you did, you saw right through his nice smile when he was upset. You always knew when he tried to lie, or hide surprises from you.

You were a Heeseung expert, and seemed to know his every thought even before he did, so why, why can’t you seem to understand this thing he's been hiding for so long?

“Are you…” Heeseung feels his heart in his throat as he looks anywhere away from your face “…mad? Is it because I'm dating Gyu? Look, I never wanted you to feel like I was stealing off your friend. If I made you upset about not checking in with you before starting to see him, then I’m sorry but-”

His shoulders deflate a little.

Like hell you would get what Heeseung actually said in between lines, he thinks he should’ve known better as he sits next to you again, leaving a little more distance between both your bodies than earlier “No, Y/N. Of course it’s not that.”

"Then... I don't think I understand. I thought you would be happy for me, at first. I mean, I found someone I liked and he happened to be your friend, so-"

Heeseung snaps before he even realizes, "my best friend, Y/N".

You lightly shake your head, from the sudden intervention "W-what?"

"He's my best friend, Y/N."

"Okay, whatever, so he's your best friend. What's your point?" You question Heeseung, and he's uncomfortable, he's hurt and he's fired up, already, so he keeps his ramble going like he hasn't said enough.

"That he's not just some classmate, or a casual friend like Kang Taehyun or even Kim Sunoo. Beomgyu was my best friend, the person who I liked the most, right after you".

You frown at his words, and the sharpness with which he talks, "so this is about me dating Beomgyu, after all".

"No, Y/N! This is about you thinking of dating anyone but-" Heeseung stops in his tracks, suddenly realizing what he was about to say.

He sighs, pressing his eyes closed for a moment, calming down and definitely lowering his voice "I'm sorry, just forget it. This is nothing related to Beomgyu being your boyfriend".

“Then what is it?! Please just tell me, Heeseung. What made you leave and pretty much ghost me?” you stutter out of frustration.

"I still see you, Heeseung, acting like your usual self with everyone else. You continue to help teachers when needed, you're chatty with your juniors, you're still the same-" pleaser might be the term you're looking for, "just tell me what changed".

Telling you is something he could do, but how is he supposed to? He lost his chance, four weeks and six dates before he knew he could lose it “I-I can’t, Y/N. I’m sorry”.

Quite the people pleaser, he was. Then why can’t he ever please you?

“Fine,” you say, and your voice breaks, he whips his head towards you and finds your eyes glistening with a thread of tears forming and your arms wrapped around your knees as you speak, “don’t tell me. But can you at least be my friend again? We could take it slow, maybe only text or something, I just miss you.”

Oh, Y/N, if only you knew. Heeseung wants to say yes so bad, to bask in your light again, to admire your smile and feel his heart soar when he’s the reason behind it.

But the fact that he thinks this way is exactly why he had to step away from you in the first place, it’s just not right to keep feeding into those feelings he knows will remain unrequited.

“No, Y/N. I can’t do that”

Once, he thought he had to look at you as he poured his heart out and let his feelings walk free.

But now, he knew he didn’t want your face etched in the memory of him breaking his own heart, “I stopped seeing you as a friend a long time ago”.

Did he ruin the moment?

Would he ruin your afternoon as he told you that you made him feel like a girl in a chick flick?

That he used to look forward to spending time with you more than spending time with his other friends and that he only applied himself in math so he could help you with your homework.

Or would he ruin it as soon as he mentioned how he thought your mother knew about this, the same way Jay, Jake and Sunghoon knew and you should know. And, honestly, even Beomgyu should’ve known.

He’s always been wearing his heart on his sleeve, when it comes to you.

Still, you looked past it and chose a guy he was close to, and who he still would continue to see for at least one more year, so yet again, he keeps his feelings to himself and talks vaguely.

“And it’s okay, that I've let go,” he says, for resignation, for the burial of his heart, for what he hopes will be a consolation to you, but knows it probably won’t be.

“For sake of conversation, you should read the writings on my sleeve, Y/N, because that’s the best you’re gonna hear, so maybe… I better leave”.

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soleilcrumbs · 2 years

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Vintage

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Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, implied sexual content, suggestive scenario, ex boyfriend mingyu

This fic was inspired by "Vintage - Niki"

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If we’re talking about high school, there are two kinds of people; the one who despises it or the one who loves every single minute of it. You definitely fall into the later one. The life you had in high school was fucking fantastic.

Sure, some people might categorize you as the snobby popular cheerleader that seemed to have it all easily. You don’t mind, you did have it easy. You had great friends, cool parents that supports everything you do, good grades, and at one point you also dated the hot jock that everyone seemed lust over in senior year, yeah the list goes on.

Nevertheless, that was high school. You eventually had to graduate and leave it all behind to go on another adventure called college—which was also very fucking fantastic.

“Ugh, come on, girl. You look amazing, stop fiddling with your hair and let’s go inside! I can’t wait to meet everybody!” Your friend practically screams on your ear, rushing you to get out of the car to attend the highly anticipated five-year reunion of your high school.

The class of 2015, the only class that has ever won the homecoming pride parade all four years of high school. Beating all the allegations of dorky freshmen and keeping the tittle all the way to senior year.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Geez.” You sigh, getting out of your friends car. Didn’t even bother to drive your own car cause you know you’re getting fucked up tonight.

You both excitedly enter the huge mansion where the event takes place. When you enter through the front door into the foyer, your eyes immediately scans the room. Trying to locate your high school cliques who are seating comfortably in the middle of the huge living room. Laughing and drinking obnoxiously as if they own the place.

As you walk towards them, you get this sense of déjà vu. This reunion doesn’t feel like a five-year reunion but more like a friday night house party.

There are no big screen showcasing old nostalgic photos from the four-year madness. No podium for the student body president at the time to go up and deliver some cheesy emotional speech about how fast the time went by. Instead, loud uplifting music blasting from speakers, people stripping down into their bathing suit and doing canon balls into the pool outside. The only difference being everyone is now drinking legally.

“Are we sure this is a reunion and not an after party of homecoming parade at Jeonghan’s?” you ask when you finally reach your friends. Hearing laughter as response.

“Why are you even surprised? You should’ve expected at least this monstrosity when you refuse to organize the reunion and let Hoshi handle it.” Joshua replies, standing up to pull you into an embrace.

You miss your friends, a lot. The fact that you move away for college across the country made you miss them even more, considering you only get the chance to see most of them on holidays.

Sitting down you snuggle yourself between Joshua and Jun, savoring the sweet feeling of nostalgia having your loved ones laughing around you.

Looking around, you absentmindedly search for him. Mingyu.

Mingyu was the highlight of your senior year. And a few weeks of summer after that. People love Mingyu. Such a scene stealer, standing oh so deliciously tall at 6’2, people drool over him.

You are deep in your thoughts about your beloved ex when your friends starts cheering and calling out his name, pulling you out of your thoughts and looking straight to where he’s standing.

“Speak of the devil, my oh my!” you mumble more to yourself.

Catching you staring, Mingyu flashes his infamous devilish smile your way as he make his way towards the living room. That’s one thing you haven’t seen in a while, you thought to yourself. Making your heart skips one too many beats.

“Hey, little one.” Mingyu continues to grin as he pull you into a big warm comfortable hug.

“Hey, big guy.” you breathe to his chest. Stomach fluttering as if there’s a thousand butterflies swarming inside due to the nickname.

“You look good. You look real good.” Mingyu pulls away but keeping his grip on your waist. Staring down admiring your blushed appearance.

“How have you been?” you chuckled, blurting out the most basic question to mask the nervousness. Eyes glued on how good his features look in this light. Brain zooming back, reminiscing bout the good times.

“Been good, life’s good. Could be better though.” Mingyu winks, pulling you to sit down next to him on the over crowded couch. Making you stick to him in a way way too friendly manner. You can see Dokyeom and Hoshi throwing you teasing looks from the corner of your eyes, making you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

After a few rounds of question to catch up on each other’s life, Mingyu pull out his phone to answer some text and making you gasp while doing do.

“Please don’t tell me that’s the same phone you’ve had since the summer after graduating? Oh, never mind it’s the case. How stupid.“

Mingyu chuckles, lightly smacking your knee. “You know I’m way too clumsy to keep a phone functioning more than a year. Still got all of our pics and everything on cloud tho.” His eyebrows raised teasingly.

“For real?!” you bounce in your seat, excited. “I wanna see, show me!”

Mingyu grins so hard you afraid his cheeks might pop. “C’mere.” he invites but his hands already snake his way around your shoulder. Making your head dizzy.

The two of you took a sweet sweet stroll down the memory lane. Lost in the drunken state of each other’s familiar presence. Mingyu makes it easy. Too easy, just like a zephyr. It feels like the last five years had disappear, and you two just a couple of freshly graduated senior, savoring the last summer before drifting apart for college. Making the old feelings resurfaced, not completely, just enough for you to want to hit reverse.

“Mingyu! Why on earth would you let me went out wearing this?!” you shriek looking at his phone, picture of you two snuggling on a couch with you sitting comfortably on his lap inside a poorly lit living room surrounded by drunk underage teenagers. Too much like your current situation.

“What do you mean?! You look amazing!” he blurts out equally shocked with the fact you think you looked ridiculous. “I think all the shit you dealt with in college mess with something up here.” his finger lift to your temple and taps it lightly.

Oh, Mingyu and his charms. His sweet, sweet mouth that always know what to say for a comeback. His clean and clever comebacks.

Your thoughts starts to wonder down the dangerous path of ‘Why the hell did we broke up?’ Cause right now, you really don’t remember. Can’t even fantom you once said see you never.

Time passed with you two still snuggling into each others presence. Minutes? Hours? What the hell. It could be days and you’re confident you won’t mind.

When the outside sky mirror the color of Mingyu’s mesmerizing eyes, he pulls you up. Snatching your body off the couch and back into his embrace, but standing up this time.

“Dance with me, little one.” he ducks his head to whisper in you ear. Broad shoulder and chest with a pair of strong sturdy arms enveloping you. Making you feel another burst of butterfly bombs inside. “Come,” he breathes and leads you through the crowd towards the dance floor filled with people dancing to the uplifting music.

You sway, following his lead on the dance floor. Mingyu’s a big guy, but he doesn’t move like one. Very smooth, nothing you’d expect a 6 foot 2 inches giant would do.

“I like your dress.. You look real fucking good.” he mumbles, another butterfly bomb explodes. Sending shivers down your spine. Making you respond with the only thing your brain manages to form, a nod. A fucking sign that it wont be long before no becomes yes.

Still whispering sweet nothings to you ear, pulling every card to haul you in. You start to think, maybe one more night wont hurt. A reenactment, not repetition. That’s for sure.

You can feel the disapproving looks your friends throw at you from the couch. Knowing the pain you had to and probably will endure again if you didn’t snap out of it right this minute.

But the music’s blaring too loud for you to comprehend shit, and Mingyu’s hand on your hips and waist did not help at all. When the devil of your past leans back in to deliver more of his sweet nothing bullshit, you thought to yourself, fuck it.

You turn you head so fast and caught his lips in yours.

Bombs after bombs of butterfly bursts in your stomach, chest, head, everywhere, even fingers along with the acrylic coffin-shaped nails you get done just for tonight.

Mingyu pulls you out of the dance floor, scrambling through hallways to find an empty bedroom in rapid speed, afraid you change your mind and bolt out of his grasp again.

When he finally find an unoccupied bedroom, he kicks the door but only stand aside. Waiting for you to come in on your own will. Glancing around, you find one of your friend stare you down in disbelief. You look straight into her eyes and reads the unspoken words of “What the fuck?!” thrown your ways.

Without hesitation—the butterflies are taking over you body and soul by now— you throw a quick wink at her before stepping inside the empty bedroom and let Mingyu closes the door behind him as he follows, locking it.

•••

You passed out. Not for long you don’t think. An hour probably.

Sitting up, you feel something heavy weigh down your stomach. An arm, Mingyu’s arm. You chocked. Registering what happened during the short few hours between you arriving and now. Sprawling on top of an unknown bed with someone you know too damn well.

You quickly gather you clothes—thanking the Goddes all of them are within the arms reach. Quickly detangle yourself from the heavy figure sleeping soundly next to you, jumping off the bed you pick up your bag and shoes.

“What’s with the hurry, little one?” he groans, half awake. Freezing you mid way to the door.

“My.. my ride.” you blurt out, knowing damn well he’s not buying it.

“Can we talk?” you can hear him sitting up behind you. You hesitate for a minute as he collects his clothes. When you finally turn your back, he’s already marching towards you. Arms reaching out.

“I can’t, this was a fucking mistake.” you sigh. Arms stretched out to his chest preventing him to come any closer. Afraid of another butterfly bomb clouding your sense.

“Didn’t felt like it.” he mewls, broad shoulder droppings. Your heart sinks.

“I’m sorry, Mingyu. Whatever the fuck that was... was a reenactment and I don’t do repetition.” you sigh. Hands flying up to cup the side of his face. Caressing it lightly. Caressing the boy you once loved with raging force.

“Come on, lil one. You felt it too, I know you do.” Mingyu leans into your hands. Pleading.

“A reenactment. If it makes you feel better, it was a fucking great one.” you wink. Patting his jaw. You reach up, standing on your tippy toes, kissing the side of his face with so much affection you had to pull back.

“Goodbye, big guy.” you turn your back to him. Unlocking the door, you walk away. Doing the thing you should’ve done a few hours ago.

Left all alone, Mingyu freezes. Standing still a few feet away from the door. Watching you walk out breaks him. He thought he had forgotten you. Turns out, he doesn’t. He never did.

And what had happened just a mere hours ago, was wake up call for Mingyu. He needs you. He needs you back. And hopefully, he’ll get you back.

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emmyhem · 3 years

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it’s about time (l.r.h)

a/n: hi again! first of all i want to say thank you for the support on “seven things” it means the world. secondly, my requests are open and i’d be happy to write something for you. this is a jealous bff!luke imagine i wanted to get up this weekend, i didn’t do a very thorough edit before posting so hopefully there aren’t any typos. i am working on the request for a lashton x reader love triangle piece right now and will hopefully have it up by monday or tuesday. thank you, i hope you enjoy - emmy :)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

summary: being best friends with the guy you’re in love with is extremely taxing especially when you have to watch him be with another girl all night. just when you’ve finally had enough of waiting around for him he ruins your plans for moving on.

warnings: alcohol, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, slight angst, jealous luke, mentions of throwing up, cursing, luke’s a bit of an asshole.

word count: 3.3k

“God, could they get a room?” you scoffed leaning into Calum as you watched your best friend practically eat his date’s face from across the club.

“Jealous are we y/n?” Calum laughed slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“No, just utterly disgusted.” you said before slamming back your fourth shot of tequila.

That was a lie, you were jealous. You were so insanely jealous that you could scream.

Luke had met his date, Hannah at the studio last week. She was new, working at the front desk. She had caught Luke’s eye the second she walked in the room with a bright confident smile, and a flirty look in her eye. Luke had asked her out the next day and was practically giddy when she accepted.

And that’s how they ended up in the corner of the club, Luke’s hands tangled in her hair, and her tongue down his throat. All the while you were trying to not look bitter, and distracting yourself with one too many drinks.

It wasn’t a new routine. You couldn’t count how many times you’ve had to sit back and watch a girl way prettier than you, be in the exact position that you would quite literally die to be in, with your best friend of 4 years. And somehow it seemed to hurt more each time, which meant more drinks for you.

As you felt the familiar and comforting burn of your fifth shot of the night slide down your throat Calum shot you a knowing look.

“Maybe you should slow down there, kid.”

You rolled your eyes and took his Corona from his hands using it as a chaser.

“Corona girl?” you heard from behind you. When you turn, your eyes meet a pretty pair of green ones (you still preferred Luke’s blue, but what the hell).

“Tequila girl.” you clarified.

“Respect.” the man said, extending a strong tattooed hand. “I’m Austin.”

“Y/n” you said, shaking his hand. You glanced over your shoulder at Calum who was now engaged in a conversation with Mikey and Ashton beside you.

“Pretty name, pretty girl.” he smirked. “So, can I get you a tequila?”

You giggled, happy for a distraction from Luke.

“You can get me a margarita, on the rocks.”

“Deal.”

The two of you chatted as you sipped on your drink, mind getting hazier with each sip. And you don’t know if it was the alcohol or your determination to get Luke off your mind but Austin was really, really hot.

“Do you wanna dance with me?” you asked before you had a chance to convince yourself otherwise. You were never really a dance in public kind of girl, normally the closest you got to showing your moves on the dancefloor was Just Dance in Luke’s living room.

“Absolutely.” Austin replied, sliding an arm around your waist to lead you to the dancefloor.

The bass beat shook the floor as the two of you made your way to the middle of the club. As you stopped you realized you had absolutely no idea what to do. You never did stuff like this. You can’t even remember the last time you went on a date, let alone danced to sleazy house music with a stunning stranger. You glanced around you hoping to follow the lead of the more experienced dancers around you.

A redhead to your right swung her hips, inching closer to her partner's body with each movement until she was pressed directly to his chest.

“Seems like a good place to start” you mumbled to yourself.

The second your hips were in movement Austin’s hands gripped them strongly guiding your movements closer and closer to him. As the beat built and your movements slowed to a teasingly slow pace his grip tightened causing your tight white dress to bunch up on your thighs.

With the alcohol in your bloodstream and Austin’s breath on the back of your neck you nearly forgot about Luke and your perpetual sadness, that is until you locked eyes with him from across the room.

Hannah was tucked under his arm sipping on her drink, but his gaze was locked on you, he had an unrecognizable look on his face, and a jaw clenched so hard you feared he would break his teeth.

You took him staring as the perfect opportunity to spin around, inches away from Austin’s face looking up at him through your lashes. His pupils were blown a bit, eyes filled with lust. He was practically breathing into your mouth. You will yourself to just kiss him. It’s not like you were Luke’s girl you thought, so you started to lean in.

As Austin placed his hand on the back of your neck you felt someone grab your arm tugging you out of Austin’s grip.

“Y/n” Luke appeared next to you.

“Is there a problem man?” Austin said grabbing one of your hands.

Luke rolled his eyes with a sly grin on his face, “Cal wants to talk to you.” he said to you not breaking eye contact with the pissed off guy in front of you.

“I’m a bit busy.” you said annoyance brewing in you as you ripped your arm out of Luke’s hand. “Can it wait?”

“Nope, said it was important.” he said nonchalantly “Better go find him.”

You internally groaned, “I’ll be right back.” you said leaning in to peck Austin’s cheek.

“Y/n, C’mon!” Luke shouted over the music.

“Fine!” you groaned leaving Luke and Austin behind you as you scanned the bar for Calum.

After searching for a few minutes you saw him in a booth with Ashton, and Michael talking and laughing.

“Calum,” you called. He glanced up at you waving a hand above his hand. You slid into the booth next to him, your patience growing thin.

“What is it?” you said.

“What?” he said, confusion spreading across his face.

“Luke said you needed to talk to me, what’s up?”

Calum’s eyebrows tugged together glancing at the other guys.

“I haven’t talked to Luke since we got here.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to the corner across the room where Luke had Hannah pressed up against the wall.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you said out loud, rubbing your temple in frustration.

Ashton gave you a sympathetic smile and glanced at Michael who was practically sleeping on Cal’s shoulder.

“Maybe we should head out.” he said motioning to the drunk mess that was the three of you.

“No” Calum whined, dragging out the oh sound. “y/n was about to get some.” he teased poking your side.

“Just take him home, y/n/n.” Michael groaned, not even opening his eyes.

You pondered the idea, you never did stuff like this. But Austin was hot, and Luke was preoccupied. To say the least.

“I could take him home.” you say aloud trying to convince yourself.

“Then do it.” Calum challenged.

“I will.” you stated proudly. “You guys get Luke. Ash, you get the uber, and Austin and I will meet you at the door. “ you gave a quick nod to the boys and went to get Austin.

Austin stood exactly where you left him on the dance floor.

“Thank god you’re back. I-“

Before he had a chance to finish, you crashed your lips onto his. He quickly fell into the kiss moving his hand to the small of you back. Before it went any further you pulled apart about an inch, and spoke into his mouth,

“Come back to my apartment?”

“Absolutely.” he said an excited smile growing on his face.

When the two of you made it to where your group was struggling to stand by the door Luke pulled apart from Hannah, looking Austin up and down. His eyes stopping where your hands were interlocked.

“Love, a word?” he slurred, nodding his head away from the group.

You walked with him just outside the door.

“What’s up?”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean with this guy, what are you doing with him?”

“Um, taking him home with me?” you said confused.

“You can’t do that.”

“Who says?” anger began building as you looked up at him.

“Uh, me I guess. You know nothing about him.”

This caused you to scoff, a laugh passing your lips, “And you do a background check on every girl you take home with you?”

“That’s different,” he alleged.

“And how’s that?” your patience was growing thin, and you could feel this conversation sobering you up.

“I don’t know y/n, you're just not one night stand material.”

Okay, ouch. Tears began to prick at your waterline.

“Go to hell.” you breathed, pushing past him.

“No, y/n/n. You know that’s not what I meant. C’mon love, hey I’m sorry.” he called after you.

As you approached the group, holding back tears, you took a glance at Austin in front of you and realized that no matter how hot he was you really didn’t even want this. How could you when you were head over heels in love with your asshole of a best friend.

But it was too late now, you would do it. Even if it was wrong. Even if you didn’t want to. Even if it was just to spite Luke.

“Ready to head out?” you questioned aloud, swallowing your hurt.

“Yep, uber just got here.” Ashton confirmed, guiding a hammered Calum and Michael out the door.

You all climbed into the Uber X Ashton had ordered, Luke, Hannah, and Calum in the back, Ashton in the passenger seat, and Michael, Austin, and you in the middle.

As you pulled away from the club, Ashton spoke over the light music coming from the car radio and gave the driver Luke’s address. The group had made plans to all spend the night at Luke’s, like you typically did after a night out.

“We have one more stop actually” you choked out, feeling Austin lean into you, lips attaching to your neck.

You gave the man your address and turned your attention back to the sexually charged man glued to your side. As he moved his kisses up to your jaw you closed your eyes, in order to prevent yourself from breaking down. The constant reminder that Luke had no interest in you, being thrown in your face as Hannah released soft sighs behind you.

Ashton glanced back at you from the front seat,

“You feeling okay, kid?” he asked.

You nodded gulping, and looked up at the ceiling to deter your threatening tears.

His eyes narrowed in concern as he adjusted his body in his seat so he was looking you in the eyes. Luke turned his attention away from Hannah (much to her despair) to the front of the car as Ashton spoke.

“Y/n, you sure? Maybe you and your friend should continue this another night.” Ashton suggested, noticing how you had tensed up and your expression had faltered since entering the car.

Austin pulled off of you and shot him a frustrated glare from his seat. Ashton raised his eyebrows in response, silently challenging Austin to confront him.

Austin moved in centimeters from your ear, “Your friends are kind of cockblocks.” he complained.

You tilted your head away from him and looked out the window Michael was sitting next to.

“Maybe they’re right.” you muttered. “Maybe you should just go home, and we can do this some other time. I’m not feeling well.”

You kept your gaze directed outside of the car, too afraid to see his reaction to your sudden rejection.

“Your kidding right?” he scoffed.

You were becoming more anxious by the second as he rambled on about how you must be joking.

“I’m not laughing.” Luke interrupted flatly.

“Okay, what’s your deal man?” Austin’s demeanor had quickly changed as he turned to face Luke, aggression clear in his face.

Luke held his hands in the air before resting them on the back of your seat. “No deal, she’s just clearly not interested, so maybe you could give her some space.”

Calum and Michael perked up in their seats as the mood in the car shifted. In the front Ashton was talking to the driver, explaining how you would be getting dropped off with the rest of them.

Austin was in a confrontational mood now, one that made you uneasy. He and Luke continued to bicker back and forth. Hannah sat confused and aggravated next to Luke.

You were seconds away from crumbling, feeling extremely upset and overwhelmed. Michael placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping to ease some of your distress as you pulled into Luke’s driveway.

Everyone got out of the car, leaving Austin stirring in his own anger. Ashton patted the top of the car twice before it drove away.

“Well, y/n you sure know how to pick em’” Luke commented.

Calum shot him a disapproving look as you shoved past, running inside.

You had officially reached your breaking point. You couldn’t have Luke but you were in too deep to be with anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Luke seemed to be taking pleasure in your misfortune for the night.

You went straight for the bathroom. All the alcohol and confrontation hadn’t been kind to your stomach.

You hunched over the toilet and began throwing up before you even got the chance to close the door all the way. Your eyes were red and stinging from your tears and your throat was stripped raw. Hugging your knees to your chest you sat with your back against the sink.

Three soft knocks came from the cracked door and you peered up through cloudy eyes to see Ashton looking at you with pity clear on his face.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded into your knees, staring down at the familiar tiles of Luke’s bathroom.

You couldn’t count how many times you had been in this exact spot. Whether it be dealing with the consequences of your unhealthy coping mechanism after a night out like you were now. Early mornings after sleeping over, sitting in the steam while Luke showered because he just couldn’t wait to tell you a story, or late nights he would convince you to paint his nails. All of it was replaying in your head.

“Why can’t he just love me the way I love him?” you whimpered as a sob broke from your throat.

Ashton was quick to wrap his arms around you, taking a seat on the floor.

“It’s okay, y/n.” he shushed. “You’re okay.

“I love him, Ash” your voice muffled from being pressed to his shoulder.

“I know.” he comforted you, rocking your frame lightly. You sat in silence for a bit, trying to control your breathing.

By the time you left the bathroom Calum and Michael were asleep on the couch and Luke and Hannah had gone to Luke’s room. Ashton laid on the couch with the other guys and you made your way to the guest room, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

You woke up early with a throbbing headache and an insatiable craving for iced coffee. There was no doubt in your mind that you were first one awake, the guys wouldn’t be up for hours. You tiptoed through the living room past a sleeping Michael, Calum, and Ashton being careful not to wake them. As you turned the corner to leave you heard a voice from the kitchen,

“Morning,” Luke called, his gravelly voice making it very clear he had just woken up. He was leaning on the cabinet in a pair of sweats, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Oh, you’re up.” you responded still moving towards the door.

“Going somewhere?” he questioned walking towards you.

“Yea I gotta go, I have uh…” your mind was drawing a blank. “ya know, laundry.”

“Wait,” he sprung forward in two big steps grabbing your shoulder. “as urgent as that sounds, I wanna talk.”

“‘bout what?”

“I feel like I should apologize for last night.”

“It’s okay, we can talk about it later. I really gotta get going.”

“Y/n! Will you let me say sorry, please?” he pleaded

“You have.” you replied nodding at him before turning away once again.

“Fine, then can I ask why you tried to take someone home last night. You never do that.”

“No reason.” you lied, opening the front door.

“Really? Cause Cal said something last night about you being jealous or something and then I went to check on you and I overheard-”

“I gotta go.” you panicked, taking a step outside.

Right before the door swung closed and you made your escape Luke stopped it with his hand and spoke,

“Are you in love with me?”

You froze where you stood, squeezing your eyes shut completely mortified.

Slowly, you spun back around to face Luke. He stepped out of the door frame allowing you reentrance and led you to the kitchen. Once you had both sat down he spoke again,

“So is it true? What you told Ashton last night, is it true?”

You placed your hands over your eyes and shook your head.

“Does it matter?” you responded.

“Of course it matters, what do you mean?”

“I mean you have Hannah and it doesn’t matter how I fe-”

“Hannah’s gone.” he interrupted.

“Gone?”

“It wasn’t gonna work out with us. I ended things last night.”

“Why would you end things with-” you paused, eyes narrowing.

Luke looked down, suddenly not wanting to meet your eyes.

“Do you...you love me?”

At this Luke shot up from his seat and started pacing around the kitchen.

“Well, of course I do. But I asked you first, and you can’t just..” he rambled on but you stopped listening after “of course I do”

“Lu,” you said, standing up

He continued talking, not even hearing you over his own nervous talking and fidgeting.

“Lu.” you called a bit louder.

He turned to you, stopping mid sentence his mouth still hanging open.

“I am.”

“You…” he spoke slowly, eyes frozen on you.

“I am in love with you.”

Both of you were frozen in place, terrified that if you moved you may wake up and discover this was all just a dream. You stayed like that for about a minute till you broke the silence.

“I have been, for a couple years now. And I never told you, cause I always thought that-” you were cut off by Luke’s lips.

He had one hand on the back of your neck and the other pulling you closer by the waist. You melted into the kiss pressing a hand to his chest. It may sound cliche but you swore you were seeing fireworks as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I love you.” he sighed as you pulled apart. “I am so in love with you, fuck I can’t believe-” Before he had a chance to ramble again you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a few minutes you broke away to catch your breath. Luke moved his hands to cup both your cheeks,

“Hi.” he cooed.

“Hi” you smiled. “I need coffee” you turned away walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey no wait” he whined pulling you back by the waist. “m’not done kissing you.”

“We have plenty of time for that, but I need coffee now.” you teased pressing a swift kiss to his lips.

“Mmm, I know but we’ve got a lot of catching up to do” he said chasing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you walked to the coffee machine.

As you fixed yourself a coffee, Luke's chin resting on the top of your head, you heard shuffling from the living room. When you looked up Michael was walking in with messy hair and eyes puffy from sleep. He glanced at you in Luke’s arms, his expression unchanging and mumbled while pulling orange juice from the fridge,

“It’s about time.”

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kaitycole · 3 years

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serendipitous reunion

Summary: There once was a time where Atsumu couldn’t remember what life without YN looked like, now that’s not the case as he tries to navigate without the love of his life. Will fate shine down on him and reunite them? Probably.

Pairing: Atsumu x gn!reader

Word Count: 4484

Warning: Light angst to fluff.

A/N: This is a follow-up to ‘accidental coincidence’. (but if you like the ending to that, this can read as non-canon if you want lol)

**I had just googled the recipe that’s used throughout the piece, here’s the link if anyone wants to actually make it ( X )

1 ½ cups all-purpose flour. ¼ cup granulated sugar. ½ teaspoon baking powder.

It started as a regular night, one coming at the end of a long practice, ending an even longer day, one Atsumu just wants to be over as he drags himself up the stairs to his apartment, well technically Osamu’s apartment, but his brother had offered the spare room to him after the divorce and he took Osamu up on the offer. His feet shuffle across the slick wood floors, shoulders tense with stress as he drops his gym bag by the door of his room, flopping down on the bed. He presses the home button on his phone, screen lighting up so he can see that it’s Friday and he heart aches. Fridays were dates nights between the two, but now he’s still trying to get used to spending them alone. He leans his forehead against the tile wall, letting the hot water beat down on his tense shoulders, hoping that the steam he’s inhaling would somehow uncloud his thoughts, but it doesn’t.

Six months, that’s how long it’s been since some stranger tapped a stack of paperwork against a wooden podium before looking between him and YN, telling him that his forever only lasted for eight years. Atsumu keeps trying to figure out what went wrong, when things had become so broken that the only way to fix it was to completely separate from another. In all fairness, he was the one who brought it up the topic of divorce, but that was only after months of watching YN slowly change from someone full of life to just an empty shell. Deep down he knows that was his fault, but he didn’t expect his career to skyrocket like it did, for away games to become more frequent, for the insane increase in his popularity that only lead to problems. Atsumu had always been open about his relationship with YN during interviews whether they were post-game or in print, he would brag about his wonderful partner, the love of his life, his better half.

But in the end, that didn’t matter, cheating allegations became a dime a dozen, popping up randomly like the mole in that arcade game, and it didn’t matter how quickly they were debunked, more just came up. He knew that YN didn’t believe them, that his partner knew that every free moment in his life was given to them, that he never missed an important anniversary, called every day he was away, that he simply didn’t have the time to have an affair. That didn’t really matter though, not when YN would read every article, each comment on the post, would get nasty messages on social media about how they weren’t good enough for Atsumu, that they were holding him back and Atsumu felt that no matter how strong a front one could put on, that would have to tear away at anyone.

Deep down he knows that the divorce isn’t his fault, though he can’t help but wonder if maybe he should’ve tried harder, if he should have quit volleyball. Osamu had and he’s really happy, so Atsumu could’ve be happy without it too. He had dropped the idea at a dinner a year before divorce came up and YN had a fit, telling him that he couldn’t quit, that volleyball was his dream, everything he had worked for, he shouldn’t quit before he’s completed everything he wanted to. During the divorce proceedings, he went to see Kita, hoping that his former captain would have something enlightening to say, something to help the pit in his stomach, and he did. Kita told him that there was nothing wrong with loving someone as much as he did YN, but when that love caused one to neglect other aspects in their life, that’s when it was an issue. Atsumu met Kita’s eyes and saw warm sympathy, telling the blonde that he and YN had been doing that, putting everything into their relationship, using love like a bandage on a wound that needed stitches. Atsumu used to think that couples only ended things because they didn’t love each other, but there he was, divorcing the only person he could see himself with, simply because he loved them too hard.

½ teaspoon finely grated lemon zest. 7 tablespoon unsalted butter, softened. 1 large egg.

It started as a regular night, Osamu dragging him to Tokyo, telling him it was healthy to get away from Osaka, to visit home more often which is why he’s lying on the floor in his childhood room, plotting a way to get revenge on his twin. The same twin that promised he would be a buffer between him and their parents, a neutral ground for him and the disappointing sighs of his mother when he told her that he wasn’t seeing anyone and the deafening sound of his father flipping the pages of the newspaper, unable to look Atsumu in the eyes. But Osamu practically rushed out of their childhood home when he got a call from Suna, apparently the middle blocker was visiting Tokyo too, swearing that he’d come back tomorrow. He walks through the quiet but familiar house, still knowing the layout even in the darkness that’s only lit by his phone’s flashlight. Knows where the floorboard that creaks is, how to avoid the corner trim that seems to jump out when you’re sneaking through the house, and where the light switch is to gently click it on.

Atsumu yelps when he sees a dark figure sitting in a chair by the sliding door that’s cracked open a bit, when they turn he sees it’s his father, a half-smoked cigarette in his hand. It dawned of him during his first visit home after moving out that he didn’t know everything about his parents despite living there his whole life, tonight provides that even more, since when had his dad smoked? The question must’ve been evident on his face, his father lets out a small chuckle followed by a soft expression, the kind that instantly dissolves any anxiety you have, giving you a sense of comfort, the same expression he gave the twins when they lost a game or received a low score on an assignment. Atsumu learns that his father has always smoked, mostly at work or social events, their mother just didn’t want it around the twins and he obliged, waiting for them to fall asleep before smoking at home. He tells Atsumu that it’s just engraved in his habits to continue doing it when everyone’s asleep, embracing the moments alone with his thoughts. When he told his parents about the divorce, he knew his mother would take it hard, she just wants her sons to be happy, but he hears that she’s off worse than she lets on, his father’s been taking refuge in the silence that comes with smoking.

The blonde learns that his mother doesn’t pester him about relationships, about getting out of his apartment, about the idea of dating because she thinks he needs someone in his life – part of him already knows that – but because she wants him happy again, wants to see big, bright, carefree smile of his again. What hits him a bit hard is how his mother wants to make sure YN is okay, that she’s worried about them since they didn’t have any family in Osaka, but she doesn’t want to upset him by reaching out. To his parents, YN became another part of their family, another child of theirs and he wasn’t sure how it felt from a parental standpoint, but he did know how horrible it felt to not know how they were doing, he himself worries about YN daily. The next morning, while his mother is washing the dishes from breakfast, he hops onto the counter next to her, gaining an annoyed expression, he got in trouble for doing this a lot growing up. She just shakes her head, going back to her task, motherly instinct has her checking to make sure he’s okay from the corner of her eye. He tells her that he thinks YN would love to hear from her, that they always looked at her like a mother too and he’s taken aback when she breaks into tears, realizing that everyone lost a little something in their divorce as he pulls his mother into his arms.

Osamu keeps his promise, showing up late in the afternoon, constantly fiddling with his turtleneck as if pulling on it would make it just a centimeter taller. The blonde smiles at his brother, locking eyes across the living room before exacting his revenge, asking him why he didn’t bring Suna over and his mother latched onto the conversation. She all but demands he bring him over next time, shaking her head when Osamu claims that they’re just friends, Atsumu snorts saying they haven’t been just friends since college, right before their father remarks that if Suna was just a friend his neck wouldn’t look like that, without looking up from his paper. Osamu sinks into the chair, face bright red as their mother tells Atsumu they’ve picked on him enough, but he shakes his head, turning to his side to ask YN what they thought before realizing they aren’t there; obviously two years divorced didn’t kill old habits. Osamu picks up on Atsumu’s shift, notices where his twin’s eyes were before quickly offering to treat everyone at his restaurant, rolling his eyes at Atsumu’s wide grin and his mother’s squeal when he promises to invite Suna, if Atsumu everyone promises to behave.

1 large egg yolk. ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons peach preserves. 3 to 4 firm white peaches.

It started as a regular night, Atsumu looks at himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair for the third time, the thought to let his natural color grow out crosses him mind, while it wasn’t straw-like, he had to wonder how much longer it could stand bleach treatments. He lets out a deep sigh, tugging on the dark maroon colored blazer, knowing Osamu will most likely have a fit when he sees him wearing jeans, but he just shrugs at the thought before tossing it from his mind. His phone dings, it’s Suna telling him that he’s downstairs and with that Atsumu grabs his wallet, slipping his phone in his pocket as he locks the apartment door, trying to put his watch on as he rushes down the stairs. The car ride is silent, the hum of the radio filling the space as Atsumu’s knee shakes nervously, getting a side glare from Suna that screams at him to quit. Twenty minutes later the car parks, but Suna doesn’t cut the engine off just yet, giving the setter his classic ‘say the word and we’re gone’ expression, but he just shakes his head, telling his former classmate they have to go inside. He tugs on his sleeve again, walking side by side with Suna as they follow an employee who is tasked with taking them to the rose room as the plaque outside it states, everyone turning to shout ‘congrats’ to Atsumu.

When Osamu and his parents suggested hosting him a retirement party, he was against it at first, not really wanting to celebrate the biggest part of his life ending, the uncertainty of his future felt heavy on his shoulders. Eventually he came around, realizing this could be the last time he saw some of his teammates, wanting to spend one last night surrounded by the sport he fell in love with all those years ago, basking in one final daydream before reality sat in again. He puts on a smile, nodding thank-you as he walks further into the room, eyes scanning the familiar faces looking for one in particular, but instead he ends up face to face with Osamu, whose face falls when he sees his twin in denim. Atsumu makes the rounds, he’s always been able to blend effortlessly in groups, leaving no one out as he strikes up conversation, recalling various personal facts he’s learned from them previously, before finding his way at the dessert table. Osamu had offered to make chocolate cake, using a certain recipe but he quickly shut down the idea, feeling pathetic that he got as upset as he did over a simple dessert, but it just didn’t taste as sweet without YN. He lets out a sigh, overall the night has been perfect, nothing that he could complain about, but it feels empty, like something’s missing, or rather someone is missing.

Forty-four isn’t a young age, but it isn’t old, if he wants, Atsumu could continue his career, but if he’s being honest, he’s tired. He’s loved volleyball for as long as he could remember, it gave him great friends, a close relationship with his brother, gave him some of the best years of his life, but it also took away someone that he values more than his own self. Each time he heard chants from his fans at games, he couldn’t help but wonder if they were the same ones that harassed YN, the same ones that fed into baseless rumors and it made his stomach sick. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a pang of sadness in his chest when everyone slowly starts to say their goodbyes, reminding him that he had a great volleyball career, telling him how they couldn’t wait to see what he would do next. He too wants to see what he’ll do next because Atsumu hasn’t really given it to much thought, not much interested him, his life for as long as he could remember was volleyball and YN and without either, there’s just not much there anymore. To make matters worse, there is no longer anything or anyone keeping him in Osaka, no reason that he shouldn’t take Osamu’s suggestion and come back home to Tokyo, going as far as offering him a job at Onigiri Miya until he could find something else.

Atsumu finally lets the smile he’s had plastered on his face fall when he steps into his apartment, not bothering to turn on the light as he trudges through the dark room, heading straight for the bedroom. Osamu and Suna had offered to take him out for a drink, just the three of them, but Atsumu didn’t really feel like being a third-wheel and he didn’t want Osamu to find out just how hard he’d been faking it at the party. He clicks on the floor lamp, the light just barely illuminating the room before he drops to his knees, aimlessly moving his arm underneath the bed until he finally hits the box that he’s been reaching for. Fresh tears start to prick his eyes before he even opens it, already knowing the emotion that will wash over him as he shuffles through the items. There are a few photographs, ones he snagged from the photo album YN put together: ones from high school, from their engagement, even a few from away games. There’s a key ring filled with various keychains that the two of them had collected over the years from the places they traveled to. He flips over the photo frame that’s been facing upside down, the one that holds his favorite wedding picture. It was during their first dance, the picture captured the moment YN lifted their head from his shoulder, turning to look at Atsumu, both looking at the other with such loving expressions. He picks up a seemingly random bottle cap that’s in the back corner, he never saw himself as sentimental, but it also felt wrong to throw the cap from the bottle of lemon tea YN gave him away.

Prep: 30 minutes. Preheat: 375 degrees. Yields: 8 servings.

It started as a regular night, just another one spent running orders around Onigiri Miya, fake laughing at the ‘you look just like Osamu’ joke he hears at least five times a day from some of the regular elderly customers, and being in total awe of his twin. When Osamu said he was going to open a shop, Atsumu didn’t think too much about it, at surface value he thought it was a pretty easy thing to do, make food and serve it. Then he saw how much thought had to go into it, how many hours Osamu spent trying to find an ideal location, various trips to scout out the perfect suppliers and the late nights spent perfecting recipes. Even after having find a great location, amazing suppliers and perfect recipes, Atsumu learned that it didn’t stop there, next came making sure that he had exemplary staff and he heard from Suna that Osamu spent hours conducting interviews, meticulously tearing through resumes to find ideal candidates. Suna even told him that he’d come in during interviews and just stare at them to see if they could handle pressure well, few passed.

Atsumu stretches his arm in the air, leaning briefly to the side in hopes to stretch out the soreness in his back as he lets out a yawn. Calling him tired would be an understatement, he is exhausted, he used to think that the demand from being a professional athlete was grueling, now he knows that working under Osamu demands even more. It’s not too late, but late enough for there to be a brisk chill in the air, making him regret his choice of just wearing a long sleeve shirt with gym shorts. Osamu had told him that he’d make his favorite dessert for their upcoming birthday, for an autumn baby, Atsumu loved all things summer growing up and their mother would make peach tarts for him. Up until YN’s chocolate cake came into play, Atsumu would beg his mother to make them all the time, especially on days he wasn’t feeling the best. He opens the door the supermarket, blinking away the brightness of the light, his brother tasking him with picking up some peaches and other ingredients since he couldn’t go the night before. Atsumu walks through the aisles, picking up some baking powder, picking up a small carton of eggs before making his way towards the produce.

He’s not paying much attention, making sure to remember how ‘Samu told him to check the peaches (squeeze it gently to check if it’s firm or not) when he accidently grabs someone’s hand. There’s a bit of panic that washes over him, accidently tightening his grip instead of letting go, face entirely red when he turns to the side to apologize, but the words get trapped in his throat. Of all of the markets, in all of Tokyo, he didn’t think that he would run into YN, he didn’t even know they were in Tokyo to be honest, and when his brain finally catches up, he immediately drops their hand as if it suddenly burned him. There’s an almost uncomfortable expression on YN’s face and Atsumu can’t stop himself from feeling that it’s his fault, sure he still carried a torch for them, probably always would, but that didn’t mean YN hadn’t moved on. Why wouldn’t they? Mumbling a quick apology, he starts to walk away but there’s a tug on the bottom of his shirt, YN tightly gripping the fabric like it’s a life preserver. Biting their lower lip, YN looks up bashfully at Atsumu, fumbling over their words before letting out a defeated sigh, handing him a card with their number on it before rushing off, leaving him standing there, completely confused.

It’s been a day since he ran into YN, since they had given him the okay to contact them, giving him hope that there was some place in their life for him again. He’s been staring at the card, pacing his childhood room for the last thirty minutes trying to figure out should he text, call, were they still busy? Osamu proved to be no help, simply telling Atsumu that he needed to remember it’s been 8 years since the divorce and that they’ve both changed a lot within those short years. He knows that his brother is right, but YN is YN, the love of his life, they could relearn each other again if they have to, everything would be okay, right? He takes a deep breath, picking up his phone, typing the number, triple checking that’s it’s correct before calling it. Atsumu feels like it’s been ringing forever before he hears someone answer the call, he had told himself he’ll be fine with whatever YN tells him, if they want to try again, if they want to be just friends, Atsumu has convinced himself he would accept it because they’ll be back in his life. But if that’s the case, why does he hang-up when an unfamiliar man’s voice asks who’s calling before tossing the phone away from him?

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It started as a regular night, the first one he’s spending in his new house, after finding a place in Tokyo that fits all of his needs, that’s just one stop away from Inarizaki High, where he’s been the head coach for the last three years. Up until now, he’s been staying at his parents, both more than happy to have him back home and he’s thankful they let him stay while he figured things out again, but it was time to spread his wings again. He’s staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, never really being one who can adjust to new places quickly when the light from the hallway spreads into the bedroom as the door slowly opens up. Atsumu lays there, completely still as he listen to footsteps slowly creep through the room, up to his side of the bed before feeling someone lean over him, to see if he’s asleep, before he yanks them down into the bed, wrapping them in his arms. They try to swat his leg, telling him that he scared the life out of them, that they were too old to play around like this, but Atsumu can’t stop laughing, gently tightening his grip around them and eventually they melt into his touch.

It’s been four years since he called YN only to hang up at the sound of someone else answering and for a brief moment, his entire world felt like it shattered. For years, he’d been holding on to the notion that true love always finds its way back, there’d always been those handful of stories of people separated for twenty plus years and end up together by some stroke of fate. But then his phone rang and he scrambled to pick it up, dropping it in the process of answering it, to hear YN scolding him for rudely hanging up, explaining they had asked a coworker to answer it since their hands were full. He didn’t care that the first actual conversation he had with YN in nearly 9 years was them scolding him like a schoolchild, it didn’t bother him anymore that some random guy answered the phone because YN still had love in their voice when speaking to him and that’s really all that he needed. The two of them proceeded to talk about everything well into the night and early morning, talking about where YN was in their career, how they moved back to Tokyo just a year before Atsumu had and Atsumu mentioned his retirement, and the backbreaking shifts at Onigiri Miya.

After multiple phones, dozens of texts sent back and forth, they met up for a simple coffee date which led to a lunch date and then a dinner date and soon their schedules were just as riddled with one another as they had been in high school. The two fell back into old habits, just like an old forgot sweatshirt still fits when its finally found again, like two halves of a whole being put back together, but this time it felt a little different, the pull between them felt stronger. Even with the effortlessness it took for them to fall back into old habits, to go back to being lovesick teenagers like before, the two took things slow, because while there was still love, there was still a deep scar, the huge reminder that things were great and still fell apart years ago. It wasn’t until last year that they finally started to talk about living together, unsure of how relationships worked at their age, how relationships with your ex-spouse worked, but they managed to make sense of it all. Then came a bigger shock when the paperwork had been finalized for the house, Atsumu dropped down right there, proposing and YN happily accepted. YN had suggested just having a simple courthouse ceremony since they had already done the big wedding, but Atsumu refused, saying he never wanted to step foot in a courthouse over marital issues again which got a giggle out of YN. They did agree to have a simple ceremony, inviting just those closest to them and it was perfect, Atsumu claiming it was even better than their first one. Though he still doesn’t find Osamu’s best man’s speech starting off with “welcome back, everyone” funny, even if YN laughed hard enough to stumble out of their chair.

Atsumu buries his face into YN’s hair, deeply inhaling the citrus-scented shampoo, not in the least bit surprised they still used the same brand, letting the comfort it brings wash over him like a warm breeze. His hand covers theirs, interlocked fingers, his thumb rubbing over the new wedding band, claiming it was bad luck for YN to use their old wedding set and they agreed. He feels YN start to move around, turning to face him, running fingers through his dark brunette hair that’s peppered with silver strands. The first time they were married, their days were spent filling the silence around them with every little thing they could think to talk about, whether it be their day, some online article that had been read, or anything, but this time, they find themselves just basking in the comfortable silence. Some say that the silence between two people that truly love each other can be a beautiful thing, YN and Atsumu would have to agree, both loving just looking at the adoring expression on the other’s face, Atsumu’s hand pressing gently to their cheek. YN buries their face into the crook of Atsumu’s neck, inhaling the sandalwood scent of his body wash, smiling when he wraps them into a hug. The pair had met at 16, married at 30, divorced at 38, reunited at 46, before finally remarrying at 50, it hadn’t a typical relationship, far from ideal, but that’s what made it unique and Atsumu wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Superman - Upstead

Summary: Jay and Hailey are a part of an officer involved shooting, the aftermath puts Hailey in a very dangerous situation, causing her and Jay’s lives to be at risk. (Pre-Established Upstead)

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood & gore, swearing, angst, over-protective Jay

Requested: Yes! #71, “Get away from him/her!” & #74, “He’s/She’s not yours.”

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“5021 George, we are in pursuit of the offender on foot. The offender is armed, all units advised. Send back up to the corner of Garden and North Malcom.” Jay said into his radio as he and Hailey raced down an alleyway. They were in a nicer part of town, the streets were more open and Jay could see an open field at the end. “Hailey, I’m gonna cut him off.” Jay called out to his partner, before darting out of the opening. He beat them to the end, taking off as the offender exited the alleyway.

Jay sprinted towards the large man, tackling him to the ground. He knew he had a gun, but it was his only choice. They rolled across the grass, Jay immediately trying to get the upper hand. Hailey caught up, drawing her weapon. “Chicago P.D. Stand down!” She shouted from yards away.

The offender was restless, flipping them so that Jay was pinned underneath. Jay kicked him in the groin and knocked the gun out of his hand. Neither of the men had noticed Hailey’s presence, and when Jay reached behind him to grab the gun, the man punched square in the jaw, disorienting him. The man smiled, standing and grabbing his gun, pointing it at Jay.

There was a loud pop, followed by a thud. Jay sat up immediately, seeing his partner with her gun raised. “You good?” She called out, racing towards him.

“Yeah.” Jay said, jumping up and kicking the gun away. He wiped the blood from his nose as he checked the guys pulse, he was gone.

Hailey sighed as she reached her partner, “That was stupid.” She said sternly.

Jay nodded, “Yeah, I know.” He looked her in the eye, holding their gaze, almost like a silent apology for scaring her like that. They were interrupted by the sounds of sirens. Patrol had made it to the scene. Pretty soon the field was flooded with officers and crime techs.

“What happened?” Voight asked, finally arriving on scene.

Hailey shrugged, “He ran as soon as we knocked on the door, Jay tackled him, he had a gun. It was us or him.” She explained. Jay nodded, backing her up.

Voight gave them a short nod, “Well, I guess that’s justice. Let’s head back, we’re back to square one.” The two nodded, bidding him goodbye and walking back to their rig.

They had been working the case a few days, it was a quadruple rape and homicide. The offender they were chasing was Jason Forbes, they knew he was one of them abusers because his DNA was found on all four victims, but now they were looking for his partner.

Jay jumped in the driver's seat of the truck, Hailey following suit on the other side. “Thanks,” He said, once they were settled. “For earlier…”

“Yeah, Of course.” Hailey said, smiling at him. “You're my partner, I’ve always got your back.”

…

It was a long day full of almost no leads, it was like the trail died with Jason. There wasn’t even anything to chase down. All they had was everything they knew above Jason, and no one he knew met any of the criteria they were looking for. No one looked good.

Eventually, Voight told them to all go home and get some rest. Hailey suggested getting a drink, Jay didn’t do well cases involving children, especially rape cases. Plus, she knew he was beating himself up over his attempted arrest earlier. They agreed to meet at the pub a few blocks away from Hailey’s apartment. It had become their own personal Molly’s.

They sat at a high table near the back, the only thing it was near was the old fashioned jukebox, that they were both sure didn’t work. “How’s your nose?” Hailey asked, taking a sip of her beer.

Jay chuckled, “Fine, thanks.”

Hailey put her hands up in surrender, “I’m being serious, he hit you pretty hard.” She was trying to hide her genuine concern behind the humor, cause she couldn’t get the image of that man standing over him with a gun out of her head.

“I’m a little sore.” Jay admitted, sighing. “But, I’m fine. Thanks to you.” He smiled softly, making direct eye contact yet again.

Hailey shook her head, averting her gaze. “You’re acting like I took a bullet for you.”

Jay shrugged, “Close enough.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, neither of them really knew what to say. There was a cloud looming over the table. It wasn’t lost on Hailey that if she had been just 10 seconds later, Jay might be dead. And Jay knew how close he came to death today, just because he overestimated his own abilities. They came close to losing each other, but wasn’t that the job? It wasn’t a new thing, but it felt different.

About an hour later, they walked out of the bar. Heading towards the parking lot to their separate cars. Jay walked a little behind her, he wasn’t ready to part ways yet, but he didn’t know how else to make her stay with him. “Hailey-” He started, but something caught his eye.

“Yeah?” She asked, turning around.

A car passing on the street slowed slightly, the back seat window rolled down and Jay saw the tip of a long gun. “Hailey, get down!” He shouted, sprinting and tackling her to the ground. Bullet after bullet hit the brick wall behind them as Jay used his entire body to shield her from the fire. When the assault finally stopped, they both waited a few seconds before sitting up. Jay grabbed Hailey’s shoulders, scanning her body. “Are you okay? Are you hit?”

He subconsciously placed a hand on her cheek, running his thumb over the pavement burn just above her jawline. Hailey placed her hand over his, “I-I’m fine. Are you okay? What the hell just happened?” She asked, taking his hand as he helped her stand.

“I-I don’t know. I saw the gun and-” Hailey cut him off by launching herself into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around him. Jay hugged her back immediately, holding her close. She was shaking, Jay combed his fingers through her hair. “Hey, it’s okay. We're okay.” They stood there, wrapped up in each other for a few minutes before a patrol car rolled up.

“We got a call of shots fired?” The guy asked, stepping out of the car.

Jay pulled up the bottom of his shirt, showing the officer his badge. “Yeah, a black SUV rolled by and just started shooting, I couldn’t get plates.”

While Jay talked to patrol, Hailey looked around, finding a set of security cameras. “Hey Jay!” She called out, she got his attention immediately. “We should check with the owner and see if these work.” She said, pointing up at them.

Jay nodded, “You guys call for backup, I’m gonna go talk to the owner and call my sergeant.” He ordered, clicking on Voight’s contact information. It was going to be a long night.

…

“Matthew Zimmerman.” Kim said, taping his picture to the board. “That’s who the car is registered to. Now, there is no obvious connection between him and Jason Forbes other than them being in the same facebook chat room.”

Kevin turns his computer screen so that they can all gather behind it. “We didn’t find it before, because somehow Jason was able to make it unassessable on all his devices. It’s called the Misunderstood Brotherhood, and it is an invitation only, unmarked room. So you can only get in with a code from an invite.”

Kim continued, “We searched through all of the members and there are near 75 in the Chicago area, many of which are registered sex offenders or have previous allegations against them.”

“So, it’s a bragging ground for rapists?” Jay snapped, leaning on Hailey’s desk and crossing his arms.

“Sort of.” Kim said.

“Most of the messages are pretty disturbing, they talk about urges and possible intent, but they are smart. There is nothing specifically incriminating, well, except for this.” Kevin scrolled through the chat, stopping so they could all read the bolded message. “This was posted yesterday afternoon.”

This morning, one of our brothers, Jason forbes, was shot and killed by Hailey Upton. A Detective in the Intelligence Unit out of the 21st district, badge #55055. We will not stand for this and we must avenge his death. The brotherhood will award a $100,000 reward to anyone who can eliminate the officer as a threat. Do us proud.

Hailey gasped, taking a step back. Her back hit her partner’s side, who instinctively wrapped a protective arm around her waist. “Holy shit.” Adam said.

“So last night, that was a hit?” Hailey asked shakily.

Kim nodded, “It looks like it, and we can assume at least 200 other people have seen this message.”

Voight took over from there. “Alright, we need to get Hailey to a safe house. Halstead, you’ll go with her. I’m gonna call the ivory tower, they are gonna want to be in the loop.”

As soon as Voight shut the door to his office, Adam stood. “Maybe I should go with Hailey.”

Jay scoffed, “What?”

“I’m just saying, your head doesn’t really seem in the game.” Adam snapped, Jay’s arm wrapped around Hailey catching his attention.

“Do I need to talk to you?” Jay asked, his jaw clenched.

“Jay-”

Jay took a step forward, “Where the hell do you get off?” Jay asked, seething. “She’s my partner.”

“She’s not yours, Jay.” Adam said, getting in Jay’s face.

Hailey stepped forward, holding her hand up to Adam. “I’m not anyone’s,” She snapped. Jay took it as a chance to step back, the last thing he wanted to do was piss Hailey off. Hailey glared at Adam, shaking her head. She didn’t understand why he was causing such a scene. She turned to Jay, “Let’s get our stuff.” She stormed off to the locker room, Jay hot on her tail. She turned around exasperated when she entered the room, Jay cracked the door behind them. “What the hell was that?” She whisper yelled.

“I’m sorry-”

Hailey cut him off, “I won’t be the prize you two sword fight over. That was incredibly embarrassing, if Voight had been out there, there would be hell to pay.”

Jay slouched in defeat. “I know, I’m sorry. He just makes me so mad sometimes.”

“Jay.” She said, “Do you really think I would have let Adam come with me over you?”

Jay sighed, “No.”

Hailey stuck her arms out at her sides, emphasizing his statement. “Thank you.” She collapsed onto the bench behind her, running a hand through her hair. Jay cautiously walked toward her, sitting down about a foot away and leaning on his hands. Her fast mood changed, scaring him a bit. Hailey sighed, running her hands over her face. “There’s a bounty on my head.”

Jay shifted a little closer to her, letting his hand rest on her back. “We’ll get through it.”

Hailey looked up at him, something about the way he said we made her heart skip a beat. Before she could say anything, the door swung open and revealed Kevin. “Hey, you guys ready to go?”

Hailey jumped up immediately, sniffling. “Yeah, let’s go.”

…

Three unmarked cars and a safety evaluation later, Hailey found herself sitting on a not so comfortable couch. For their own safety, neither of them knew quite where they were. There were alarms on all the windows and doors, so if someone tried to break in the team sitting in the house would immediately be alerted.

Jay was pacing, his hands on his hips. Hailey huffed, “Are you gonna do that all night?” She asked.

“Maybe.” He deadpanned.

Hailey rolled her eyes, “Can you please just come sit down.” She asked.

Jay sighed, admitting defeat and sitting on the other side of the couch. “Better?”

Hailey smiled, “Much.”

They sat in silence for a while, deciding to turn on the TV in front of them, not that there was anything good on. Jay snuck glances at his partner, even though he had been seeing more and more of it lately, it was nice to see her so casual. She had on leggings and a sweatshirt, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Her sock covered feet pulled up on the couch and tucked under her as she watched the screen absently. Jay watched the way the colors danced over her face in the dark room, smiling softly. He swore she got more beautiful everyday.

Hailey looked over at him, blushing slightly when she found his gaze already on her. “What?”

Jay coughed, “Nothing.” He could see the gears in her head turning from across the couch. “What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Eh, I don’t know,” Hailey shrugged, smiling weakly at him. “That we’re even now.”

Jay chuckled, “Yeah, I guess we are.”

“I-” Hailey started, “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.” She looked down at her hands, feeling her eyes well up. “I know we put our lives on the line everyday, but…” Jay held his breath, her heart aching for her. “I could’ve died last night. I could have died last night, and you could’ve too, and that would have been my fault.”

“Hailey-”

“No Jay,” She said, looking at him with teary eyes. “You can’t talk yourself out of this one. You put yourself between me and a gunman and I just, I don’t understand.”

Jay shifted, moving a little closer to her. “Hailey. I will never not protect you.”

Hailey sucked in a breath, his gaze hot on her skin. They had never been quiet about trusting each other, they both knew they would follow the other anywhere, that at the end of the day, they would be there for each other. But this, this was new. Not to him, he had always protected her, but for the first time in a while Hailey got a glimpse at how much she really meant to him. “I, uh, It’s getting late.” She rushed out, looking at her hands again. “We should get some sleep.” She stood, glancing back at him.

“Uh, I’ll take the couch, you take the bed.” He busied himself gathering pillows from the other chairs and grabbing the throw blanket off the back, trying not to think about Hailey’s complete dismissal of his previous statement.

“Jay.” She said, and his head snapped up. “Are you really going to make me sleep alone tonight?” It was forward, she would admit. But the thought of sleeping alone in some random house while people were literally racing to kill her, wasn’t so appealing.

He stood, shaking his head. “No.”

Hailey smiled, letting him follow her to the hotel-like bedroom. It was a big enough bed for two people, thankfully. Hailey pulled back the covers and climbed it, she hadn’t slept in over 48 hours and she was feeling it for sure. Jay climbed in cautiously, glad that he had a pair of sweatpants in his overnight bag and he didn’t have to sleep in his jeans. They laid on complete opposite sides of the bed facing each other. “Goodnight Jay.” Hailey said quietly.

“Goodnight Hailey.”

…

Jay woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. When he registered where he was, he noticed that he wasn’t alone. Hailey’s back was pressed against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist. He smiled to himself, careful not to wake her as he climbed out.

The bathroom light was blinding as he flipped it on, waking him all the way up, he noticed he had creases all over his arms from the blanket. Means it was a good sleep. He thought, grinning. Honestly, he was surprised he was sleeping so well, given the circumstances. He guessed he was more dependent on Hailey than he thought, she really did calm him.

He did his business quickly, itching to get back in bed and enjoy his partners embrace, even if it was for just one night. He was halfway back to the bedroom when he heard a loud crash. He took off running, and when he reached the bedroom, he saw a masked man standing in front of the broken window, staring a Hailey.

The man took a step forward, not noticing Jay’s presence. Hailey woke up confused, screaming for Jay when she saw the man. “Get away from her.” He yelled, charging forward. The man pulled a gun, but Jay kept going.

“Jay!” Hailey screamed again, thinking her partner was crazy.

Jay grabbed the gun, ripping it out of the guy's hand and punching square in the jaw. He tossed it on the bed, “The safety was on.” He said, getting on the top of the guy and flipping him on his stomach. Hailey jumped up and ran to her belt across the room, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and handing them to Jay. Jay cuffed the guy and pulled the mask off, revealing a younger man. Jay stood him up, “Let’s go in the kitchen, we don’t know if there are more coming.”

Hailey nodded, following behind him. She removed the rounds from the gun and placed it on the counter, watching Jay sit the guy down on the floor. A few minutes later there was commotion outside and the pair immediately raised their guns. “Chicago P.D!” Someone yelled and they both sighed, relaxing. The rescue team kicked the door in and was surprised to find the duo alive and well on the other side.

Jay picked the guy up off the ground and handed him over. “He came in through the bedroom window.” The detective nodded, hauling him out of the house.

As part of protocol, Jay and Hailey were both checked out by paramedics. They went over details with the detectives and their team, hopefully giving the information they needed to get ahead of and take down the brotherhood. Eventually they found themselves in the back of another unmarked car, Hailey leaning into Jay’s side, she was physically and emotionally exhausted, way too exhausted to worry about how things might look or come across.

Jay held her close to him, letting his thumb rub over the fabric of her sweatshirt. Hailey yawned, “You really have been playing superman today.” She said groggily.

“Yeah?” Jay asked, smirking.

“Yeah, you’re pretty good at it.” Hailey confessed, leaning further into him. “But don’t quit your day job.”

Jay smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I couldn’t leave you stranded like that.”

Hailey smiled contently, “You better not, good partners are hard to find.”

“Yeah they are.” Jay agreed, hugging her closer. Good partners were hard to find.

…

A/N: This got so long, sorry! I really like it though, I haven’t written anything like it. Thank you so much for reading! <3

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead imagines #chicago pd #one chicago #chicago pd imagines

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All the petty things I hate about fate!winx and their shitty universe/world building because

I'd added most if these in tags of other posts but I'm still so mad lmao

The way characters, Aisha and Mrs Dowling specifically make references to explicitly human or American things like instagram and Harry Potter

These people are from a different dimension for ffs why are they concerned with or are even aware of this very earth-specific shit? Do they teach earth classes at school over there?

I understand not wanting to have them be oblivious so Bloom wouldn't have to explain it to them, but it simply could be ✨omitted✨

Why would you go out of your way to date your work like this lmao ew

Ms. Dowling calling Tinkerbell an air fairy.. I cannot breeve with the stupidity why did they keep that in there

Why is Ms. Dowling.. the headmistress.. teaching classes? Where are the other teachers?

We ended up with a trio of antagonists (I guess you could call them that?) by the end of the season anyway so why not give us the trix, why have the characters play double roles as friends of our protagonists and also the villains/bullies? They clearly wanted a delinquent trio, in which case they could've gender bent the trix if they wanted to keep all the unnecessary sexual tension.

It just feels like the production team was lazy, they didn't want to hire more actors, they didn't want to bother with making the world immersive or lived in or believable at best, they just didn't give enough of a fuck

They wanted to make this show and attatch Winx to it for.. what? Like did you even google the main plot points? The abridged version or sparknotes to get details on the very literal, basic characteristics of our main characters or their roles or the world they inhabit????

It lacks wonder and intrigue.. I mean Bloom moves to another dimension, a school for fairies and we don't see her marvel once at anything.. and that's because she might as well have been in Switzerland because she's in exactly the same environment she would've been in over there anyway.

They could've said Alfea was in Europe and I'd believe it because nothing about the setting makes it feel otherworldly. I'm sorry but I'm not impressed.

Why do the teachers and graduated specialists communicate via facetime ?? In the magic dimension. ??? Why do they text each other and those texts then appear on screen like .. oh look, like a bad netflix teen movie ????? HELLO ??? it's the way technology and magic could've blended in so seamless into the world THE WAY IT WAS ALREADY DONE/SHOWN. Missed opportunity. it just takes you out of it imo every time you see the ugly, bland, gray text bar. Some fucking flavour pls I'm begging

How stupid the specialist must feel clonking around with the skinniest shreds of armor, plastic swords on their backs and battery powered flashlights and cellphones in their bags. R we larping?? I know I'd be laughing and asking why we hadn't already come up with something more effective .. idk like guns. I'm surprised I ain't see one gun in there.

In the beginning Ms. Dowling says some nonsense about fairies having lost the ability to transform to explain why there are no wings, which means they could've transformed before. So are we to assume that this supposed to be set in the time proceeding the original then?? Because something is not adding up with where they should be as a magical society technologically if that's the case

How does the production team want to keep the dark academia vibes with torches lining the walls and also want them to be face timing each other, presumably from miles and miles away in the dark forest???

Pls pick an aesthetic and stick to it everything was so unnecessarily dark. Where do they charge their phones since it's the only device we see that is the slightest bit modern and dont fucking tell me they charge it with magic I will punch you in the face

Why is there only one major monarchy that we are shown? Why are Solaria the only ones contributing to the efforts to defend the school and where is this mysterious battalion we never see lmaoo it's all so bad its laughable.

Is this set in the kingdom of Solaria? And why does the queen of an alleged interdimensional superpower monarchy pull up in black SUVs??????????? Why does she pull up with Andreas?? Is he not the king of Erakleon?? Where are his soldiers and his battalion and just?? Huh!? The world just feels empty like nobody lives here fr

Are we supposed to believe that the specialists get paired up with fairies just as a normal occurence and that they have to 'trust each other' and not because the plot demands it suddenly half way through when all we've seen so far are the fairies doing normalish school and homework, and the specialists outside, being physical everyday all day. This was never even implied that they'd have to work together apart from when we see the faculty as youngins with Rosalind. But even then.. it's like well why are they even together lmao? Is this a special team formed from Rosalind’s protégées? Were they formed after graduating from Alfea or what is this?? Are they the ONLY team of specialist/fairies hunting every single burned one?? What?

Are we now supposed to buy that Musa is being switched to 'support' because that's where her strengths lie and not in combat?? Are we supposed to believe that these girls know hand to hand combat?? When was this established? We see Terra wrapping some baby vines around a dude and I'm sorry is that the practical application of her power? Is this what the fairies are supposed to do once they graduate? Or is it just a switch in curriculum because of the threats outside the barrier?? This is never made clear.

Because if not then what's the point of this?? Why do they suddenly have endless classes together when the expectation was never set for the fairies to be like soldiers or out in the field fighting ?

Where exactly are they supposed to be what was the purpose of including Aster Dell and why is it a joy ride away from Alfea lmao?? Where Bloom is from and also not from?? Plot pls make it make sense

Why are fairies from another dimension vaping or smoking weed?? They are not human so why are they engaging in specifically human vices, yol couldn't come up with anything else to characterize 'delinquents'?? Very lazy very como se dices.. no effort. Nothing a little more spicy yol could invent, at least change the name and some properties holy shit did yol even try ??

So its fairies everywhere, having a lil party in the east wing of a phat castle.. and they are playing beer pong and dressed in t shirts and jeans..

Can you hear me screaming? Can you hear me vibrating with rage?

Not one floating decoration or magical anything in sight. Just purple lights and subpar vibes

Stella's costume design: tragic. I won't discuss further because we don't have the space or time but just know that it was absolutely atrocious and I hated it. Giving very debutante vibes

The entire budget going to that lame transformation sequence that was not a transformation sequence and those horrible, barely-there fire wings

Edgelord bloom and all her fucking leather jackets. Why do 30 yo, white cis men think girls exist in a binary? They could keep her earlier characterization and make her a hothead.. Bloom literally screamed herself into a couple power upgrades in the original come ooonnnn

Let girls be feminine without it being a character flaw what is wrong with yol its 2021. They could make her more mature, more angsty or whatever the hell else and not style her like that

The way Aisha's abilities flipflop between episodes and scenes. Very inconsistent. One minute she's struggling with a drop of water and the next she is moving an entire body of water for her bestie Bloom to fake transform because the plot demands it. Why even add in her struggles at all if you're just going to ignore it?

Why was Stella with them in that scene? She didn't do anything literally.. Aisha pulled the water and she did .. nothing.

Who the fuck is Rosalind? Why would they add her in,, to add nothing to story? The company of light was a thing, they could've plucked one of them hoes to be the antagonist. Why did the winx club need their own Delores Umbridge? Valtor was right there if you wanted an evil educator type character.

The camera work was so bland during the down beats, stagnant and fixed during a fairy party and erratic and ugly and disorienting during the fight scenes

I'm not getting over the fairy party because it was a good opportunity for the production and everyone else to show the differences between where Bloom was and where she is now but instead it just looks like a regular teen high school party?? This could have been set in Switzerland fr.

Everyone's just kind of standing?? You mean to tell me these people are from all different places in the magical dimension and their customs are all the same? They all throw parties like this ??

White and flavorless I am very bored

I guess the main question or takeaway I have is just.. who is this for? Because everyone, including the showrunners keep saying that it's for us, the fans of the original. But apart from the characters sharing some names, there are really no other similarities. So again, who was this supposed to appease or placate or satisfy? Because it sure as hell wasn't the winx club fans.

Overall, this feels very much like something I wrote and probably published on ff.net when I was 13 because I thought girls couldn't be taken seriously if they liked pink, and injected angst into everything that didn't need it and had no idea how to structure scenes or dialogue. It's just bad, objectively and N*tflix will keep making shit like this because apparently some people have bad taste??? Idk yol, be easy

#im never gonna stop i dont care i dont care #and i dont even usually make my own posts i just be reblogging and vibing #but im passionate abt this because he originak was the reason i wanted to learn how to draw #it was the reason i wanted to learn how to write and tell stories #it shaped a lot of shit for me because it was the very first one of its kind id ever seen #i ran home from school to watch it and argued with my friends about who got to be flora #i forced them to make cardboard wings with me and to perform the opening song during a school talent show #thank god we didnt get to perform otherwise we would all have died of embarrassment in hindsight #but ye i just hate to see things that obviously are very dear to a lot of people be treated with such casual indignity and its a disservice #a disservice to the fans and to the people who had probably want to create it as a passion project #to the people who spent hours and hours in rewrites and fanart amazing fanart and post series continuations #no one is saying the original is sacred and cannot be touch #this fandom actively calls out the bullshit rainbow has done and continues to do to the characters we love.. i havent spoken to one fan who #doesnt have an alter dedicated to their downfall. we found a piece of ourselves in these gorls and they were stripped and caricatured and #played for laughs so netfilx can make money and its just very upsetting to see.#so again fuck you brian young fuck you ignio and rainbow and fuck whoever the costume designer was #mine #text #fate winx club #fate: the winx saga #f:tws #winx club

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