Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU Word Count: 12,819 Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.
You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.
Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.
That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.
does anyone else get nervous about things because there’s a small chance of dying even though you know it’s rare?? like i’m terrified of riding a bike on the street because what if a car just swerved and hit me?? and i live in the suburbs like it’s not crowded or anything here and i’m even nervous of doing it on the sidewalk. and sometimes i get nervous driving because what if someone hits me and it’s a really bad crash and ugh i just get nervous about these things
Hey it’s Clay. Clay Jensen. Don’t adjust your… whatever media you’re reading this on. It’s me, alive and ready. Ready to tell you the story of how I met [your full name]. But let’s start at the beginning, when she first walked into Liberty High. After all, every story has an origin.
Second week into school and I noticed from my locker that everyone was staring at the entrance door. I tilted my head to see what they were all staring at and there she was. Her hair was all wet which I presumed was from the rain. She didn’t acknowledge the stares as she approached Hannah’s locker. Suddenly I got a sense of déjà vu. My heart skipped a beat and my grip on my lock tightened. Well wasn’t the whole situation ironic. I caught a quick glimpse of her and I couldn’t help to think, was this revenge for everything I had done, more so hadn’t done for Hannah? Was this some kind of punishment to just remind me of my failure? I loosened my grip and took in a deep breath. I looked back and caught her staring at me. I closed my locker door and averted my eyes away from her. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Of course we had a couple of classes together, and I found out her name was [y/n], but I kept my distance. Little did I know, I was eventually going to fall into the trap.
A couple weeks had gone by, and it was raining so much that one couldn’t see where they were headed. I was riding my bike back home and found myself plugged in with my headphones. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings. I couldn’t hear the loud honk of the car. It’s beaming lights blinded me causing me to hit the sidewalk and hurt myself badly. I pivoted my body to the side to cause less damage. Unfortunately, I felt warm blood slowly trickling down the right side of my head. I touched my forehead and cussed. I looked up and saw [y/n] rushing towards me. I was relieved to see she didn’t look so worried so the damage couldn’t been so bad. Even if she seemed calm, her eyes were saying something else.
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Looking out the window and I just saw it happen so fast. Clay flew from his bike straight to the pavement. The moment he fell the car just drove off. Asshole. I ran out and went to see him. I bend and grabbed his shoulder.
You: “Hey are you…” *looks at his head wound* “Wow that looks bad, umm come inside, I’m sure I can find something…”
Clay: *lifts himself up* “I’m fine, I can go home.”
You: *irritated* “I’m not going to hurt you Clay. Come on, let’s go inside.”
I led him towards the front porch and though the door. I brought him upstairs to my room and told him to stay there while I fetched the first aid kit. I came back to the room and saw him awkwardly standing.
You: “You can sit you know.”
Clay: *hesitates* “Oh um yeah.”
He sat down and I wiggled myself beside him. I opened the kit to see if there would be anything useful. I opened a disinfectant pad and cleaned the trickling blood. Once I finished that, I took a second one and warned him.
You: “This is going to hurt.”
I pressed the pad on his forehead where the injury was and felt him wince, and he cursed under his breath. As I padded the wound, I finally got to look at him in his eyes. Never had I seen him stare at me so intently, and so I was intrigued.
You: *while padding down* “I can’t believe an accident is all it took to finally meet you.”
Clay: *tilts his head* “I’m not a conversationalist, or good with people.”
You: *chuckles* “That makes two of us.”
I never spoke to her, not once. Now here I was getting nursed by her, what were the odds of that? Was this the world’s twisted way of giving me karma? Would this just end as bad as the last time? I let these thoughts run all over my mind as I stared at her. I looked at her as she finished padding down. I could see why people at school made such a big fuss about her. There was no denying that she was an attractive girl. She then searched for a band-aid, and when she found one, she started undoing it.
Clay: *raises eyebrows* “You? You’re not good with people?“
You: *smiles* “I prefer no contact. Just a few exceptions.”
Clay: *grins* “I don’t believe you.”
You: *patches him up* “It’s true. And look, you’re all good. I’d still go to see someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
Clay: “Yeah sure, sounds good.”
You: “Don’t hurt yourself again, alright?”
Clay: *gets off from bed* “Ok. Well I should probably be on my way home.”
You: *get’s up* “You can, but you’re more than welcomed to stay.”
Her voice was soothing, and I couldn’t help to hear the hopefulness in her voice. Why was she acting this way around me? I felt my cheeks warm up a little and turned my head around quickly so she wouldn’t notice.
Clay: “Um my parents will probably start worrying about me, so I’ll just head out.”
You: *as he walks away* “I’ll see you around school.”
A few weeks have passed since I was nursed by [y/n]. I thought it was a bad idea, to get close to her. But through out the weeks I stopped to care. She’d choose to sit next to me during lunch and I didn’t mind. She never tried to impose and I never pushed her away. Sometime’s we’d talk, sometimes we’d just sit in silence. I let my anxiety slip away and eventually got close to her. And then, we had finally became friends.
During lunch time, Sky sat beside me and searched the table.
Sky: “Wow your girlfriend isn’t here?”
Clay: “She is not my girlfriend.”
Sky: “But you wish she was.” I fell silent and kept eating my food, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” *smirks* “Didn’t picture you the popular type Jensen.”
Clay: *sighs* “ She is not… I don’t even know why I’m having the conversation with you.”
Sky: “Why don’t you stop being such a wuss and move on.”
Clay: *looks at her* “Do you even remember the last time? What happened when I got close to Hannah?”
Sky: “Oh yeah let’s all pity Clay. Please, the world didn’t revolve around Hannah Baker. She was high school kid with a shitty life and some issues, like the rest of us. Enough of her. It’s time for you to let go. If anyone should have a not so shitty life, it’s you.”
I took in a deep breath and let her words sink in. Oh the irony.
Clay: “Are you getting sappy with me? Did you just try to comfort me?” *laughs*
Sky: *dead serious stare* “Don’t make me regret this.”
Clay: “I heard you.”
Sky: “So what are you still doing here?”
It took me a second to realize what she was insinuating. I got up before she can can physically assault me and went to look for [y/n].
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The library always brought me some kind of peace where I can just manage all my thoughts. I had been invited by several people to Bryce’s party this evening. But I already had made other plans, a surprise actually. And parties weren’t really for me. I wondered though what it’d be like to go with Clay. To finally hold his hand and smile at each other like no one else was in the room. My heart fluttered to the idea but I pushed it away as I thought that would unlikely ever happen. Then I saw him come in the library, he scanned the whole room and smiled when he saw me. He approached me and pulled up a chair to sit beside me.
Clay: “Working on another assignment?”
You: *sighs* “Do they ever end?”
Clay: *smirks* “Do you need help?”
You: “I think I’ve got this, thanks.” *smiles*
I couldn’t help to see that he looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t form the right words.
You: “Are you okay? You look a little shaken up.”
Clay: “You mean me? I’m fine.”
You: *shrugs* “Alright well did you hear Bryce is having a party tonight?”
Clay: *sarcastically* Yeah I actually heard. It’s not like the whole school knows.“
You: *grins* “Well I was invited by several people.”
Clay: "So… does that mean you’re going?“
You: "Nah I’m not a party person, and Bryce is an ass. Besides we’ve got plans.”
Clay: *looks nervous* “Um so yeah about… *shakes his head* "Wait we have plans? I wasn’t aware.”
You: “Meet me at the Crestmont for seven. Don’t be late.” *bell rings* “Oh we should be heading to class.”
I packed up all my stuff and tried not to show my excitement as we both left the library. Later that evening I fixed myself a little and made my way to the Crestmont. I got the whole surprise ready, and waited patiently until he came.
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I rode my bike to the theater. I checked my phone and it was just 6:58. I wasn’t sure what to expect, after all the theater was closed tonight for renovation. I left my bike in the back where I knew no one would try to steal it. I came back to the front and there she was. She waved as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. I smiled back, admiring her.
You: *smiles widely* “You made it.”
Clay: *sarcastically* “Actually I had made other plans, but um, I decided to come here.” *shrugs*
You: *rolls eyes playfully* “Well come inside, I’ve got a great surprise.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I followed her in. We walked towards the end of the theater where there was a room being unoccupied due to the renovation. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe it. The room was unfinished, the chairs were put but there was no big screen or curtains. The surround system was already installed but the walls were bland with no light, so it would’ve been completely dark if it weren’t for the light of the projector. Also the image it produced emitted enough light to recognize my surroundings. The projector was set in front of the soon to be large screen. It displayed a menu to play the movie, Lord of the Rings. I looked around the large room and paid attention towards a couple of seats behind the projector. I saw they were being occupied by bags of popcorn and candy. I looked over at her and couldn’t help but to grin like an idiot.
Clay: *surprised* “Wow, this is–”
You: *frowns* “Please don’t say too much.”
Clay: *shakes head* “No, this is pretty cool, but Lord of the Rings? You could have picked a movie we both would have enjoyed.”
You: *shocked* “Are you kidding me? Clay, I didn’t think you out of all people would make such an assumption.”
Clay: *grins* “Well I’m sorry for not knowing you’re a bigger nerd than me.”
You: *playfully elbows his side* “Don’t push it. And for your information, I love these movies. I even got the special edition with the extra content in the film. So it’s going to be a long movie.”
The answer surprised me, and I actually felt some weird feeling in my chest. I felt my nerves kick in and feel it in my stomach. She made her way to the seats and I followed. She picked up the bag of popcorn and I held the bag of skittles. We both sat down beside each other. She pulled out two bottles of ice tea from her bag and offered me one. I grabbed it and placed it in the cup holder. I thought about it, and this whole situation seemed too good for me. With every second I tried to calm myself. I didn’t deserve all of this, and maybe this is the world setting me up for my own self destruction. Or was Sky right and maybe, just maybe I might not have such a shitty life after all.
Clay: *laughs* “You’re still a big nerd. Who would have thought.”
You: “I’m full of secrets. Now let’s enjoy the next 3 hours and 46 minutes of pure greatness.”
She pulled out the remote for the projector and pressed play.
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And that’s what we did, we watched the entire film. Not one single word spoken between us, just the sharing of our snacks. I stared at him a couple of times because he finally looked comfortable. When he’d catch me staring, I’d look away embarrassed. Sometimes, I noticed he was watching me, and that made me a little nervous. At some point I felt tired and placed my head against his shoulder. I think he was taken back because at first he kind of jerked. But seconds after he relaxed.
The movie ended and I lifted my head. I took the remote and went back to the main menu of the movie. I didn’t want to turn it off because then there would be no light in the room. We had finished the popcorn, candy and the drinks so we put them together in one bag. I looked over to see his reaction and he had a neutral look.
You: “I’m sure you’ve seen this many times just like me.”
Clay: “You have no idea…” *looks up at you and looks at phone* “It’s getting late.”
You: “Yeah it is.”
There was an ongoing stare being engaged by both of us, and my heart actually started to race a little. It felt like none of us truly wanted to leave.
Clay: “Well… we can always stay. Actually I’ve got a good place we can hang.”
You: *tries not to sound too excited* “Okay well lead the way.”
I carried the trash outside the room while following him. I threw it away and I was right behind him. He took me up a flight of stairs, until he opened the door and I could feel the cold, fresh breeze hit my face. We were on the roof of the Crestmont. He then sat almost close to the ledge, in front of the building. I joined him and started looking up.
You: “Do you always come up here?”
Clay: “It’s kind of my hang out. When I’m on my lunch I always come up here. Brings me a sense of nostalgia.”
You: “Nostalgic about what?”
He looked at me and looked like he was hesitating. I didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. I guess I asked a hard question, because he started fidgeting with his hands. I didn’t want to pressure him into something he didn’t want to get into. So I put my hand over his and gave him a reassuring nod.
You: “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
He took a deep breath and started telling me the story of Hannah Baker. He cared about her; I could tell by the way he spoke about her. My heart fell while hearing everything that had happened to her. No person ever deserved that. I was able to tell Clay was the only person in her life that shed some light to the darkness she felt. Then he got to the part of the tapes, and clenched my fists of the idea Bryce raping any woman. And his friend Jeff dying, that I could tell was one of the hardest things for him. I encouraged him to keep going my giving his hand a squeeze. Then he looked down talking about his own tape. He didn’t even want to look at me. He was holding in so much guilt and shame; he didn’t think he did enough. I was almost tearing, but I gave his hand a little squeeze again when he was done.
You: “Why isn’t Bryce behind bars?”
Clay: “He’s got people covering his ass; he can basically get away with murder.”
You: “He essentially did, she deserves justice, both her and Jessica.”
Clay: *sighs* “I know but the story is a lot more complicated.”
You: “I see well I hope that son of a bitch does end up going to jail. I’m sorry about Hannah, and Jeff. They deserved better and seemed like really good people. Good to you.”
Clay: *looks at you* “Maybe, if Jessica finally realizes that she should go to the police about her rape. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could have been more involved. I wish I could have told Jeff to stay that night. I wish I could have seen that Hannah was slowly being destroyed by everyone around her. I could have helped her. She was crying for help and no one noticed.”
You: “By the sound of it, she had a lot to deal with it. And most people going through these types of issues would rather let their destruction hit them, like with Jess. And even if they wanted to get help, they don’t know how to approach people about it. So they hope someone might notice, and that person would approach them. And sadly, most of them times it’s not obvious. She made her choice. And in the end, you can’t save those who don’t want to be saved.”
Clay: *sighs* “I haven’t spoken about Hannah in a while.”
You: “It’s obvious you cared for her. And I think it’s really sweet that you have such great memories of her. Just never blame yourself for it. This wasn’t your fault.”
Clay: *looks at you* “Hannah was the first girl, well that I ever had strong feelings for. And I think that’s why it was so hard on me.”
I noticed a little tear coming out of the corner of his eye. I brought my hand to his cheek and wiped it off with my thumb.
You: “You loved her?”
He just nodded his head upon and looked down. I took my hand away from his face. It broke my heart to see him completely vulnerable. But he looked up, with some kind of determination in his face. He looked up at me and said something that surprised me.
Clay: “But I think it’s time for me to move on.”
I saw him take a quick glimpse at my lips and leaned in. I felt his soft lips against mine and my heart was slamming in my chest. I wasn’t expecting it after everything he had just told me. But it felt right, so right. I kissed him in back and wrapped my hands on the the back of his neck to bring him closer. Everything around me seemed to disappear. It was just me and him.
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I swallowed my nerves and went for the kiss. She put her hands on the back of my neck and drew me closer. All my nerves were replaced by adrenaline. I could feel the heat radiate from all over my body. I slipped my hands onto her waist and gave her hips a nice squeeze. I could hear a moan escape from under her breath. My heart started beating really fast. I realized that I was slowly pushing her towards the ground. I kissed her deeper, as she eventually ended up lying on the ground. She pressed her whole body against mine and that drove me crazy. Good crazy. My right hand traced the side of her body, outlining her curves. I got a panic feeling and stopped kissing her. She looked at me confused.
Clay: “I just want to make sure this is all okay with you.”
She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. She gave me light kiss on my lips and told me to get up. I got off her and we sat down again beside each other.
You: “So do I. Listen I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with stuff like this.”
I looked at her for second before I kissed her; a slow, passionate kiss. In that moment, all I wanted was her. It wasn’t the time, and I still felt a bit anxious since the last time I kissed a girl.
Clay: “Just give me time.”
You: *grins and jokingly says* “Don’t make me wait too long alright?”
I chuckled as I gave her a light kiss. My heart was still racing from our intense kiss from before. She moved closer and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and smiled at her.
Clay: “In truth, I don’t actually like change, but this change seems cool.”
I saw her smile while I placed a kiss on her forehead.
That is all I’m going to write or type… you know what I mean. This story doesn’t have an ending yet, but I feel the ending to this story will be different from the last. So I guess this is goodbye, for now.
Two days after she finishes
Potter’s snitch, August crashes down on Lily with a screech, a bang, and her blood-curdling
She’s stopped at the corner,
impatiently waiting for her signal to cross. And who pulls up but Potter and Black,
looking smug and smarmy, straddling the motorbike?
Potter winks at her. Ought to be
difficult, looking suave while riding pillion, but still manages well enough.
Black revs the engine, a bid for her attention. When he’s got
it, he nods down the road.
She shakes her head. She’s good on her skates, better than
anyone she knows, but against a motorbike? Against that motorbike? She’s not completely barking.
Sirius teases the throttle again. Teases her.
Potter, the prick, flaps his arms like a chicken.
Lily flips him her own bird and crouches like she’s got an
invisible starting block behind her.
Both boys lean forward on the bike, poised.
She cheats, tearing down the sidewalk before the light releases
them. She can hear their shouts of protest, and she laughs. She skates faster, hair
whipping around her face.
Then the motorbike roars, a beast released, and with a
squelch of tires on pavement, they tear off down the street, outstripping her
in three seconds. Black pops a wheelie as they ride past.
Even after they’ve turned the next corner, she doesn’t slow
The bike’s roar echoes deafeningly against the buildings as
they loop around the block. Should’ve known, shouldn’t she, that they wouldn’t miss
an opportunity to gloat? They pass her again, Potter waving jovially this time.
She gives him the finger.
They’re waiting for her at the end of the block. Her legs are
shaking, threatening to buckle, but refuses to give them the
satisfaction of doubling over and bracing her hands on her knees, no matter how
sharp the stitch in the side tugs.
“Fancy a ride?” Potter asks.
Before she can answer, Black chimes in with, “Wouldn’t
normally give filthy cheats a ride, but you’re a bloody mess, Evans.”
She eyes them. “Where would I sit?”
“We’ll make room,” Potter says, grinning like an idiot.
“Right, how could I have missed it.”
She’s sorely tempted, but she got two potions to brew
“No, thanks,” she says, throwing them a two fingered salute.
“Evans,” Potter says. “You’re skipping a chance to ride on
the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”
Sirius elbows his best mate in the gut. “Bike’s not bad,
She hopes they write her flush off as exertion, not
embarrassment. When James punches him back, Lily laughs.
She shouldn’t do it.
But the engine revs again—a blood siren call—and Potter’s
smirk sharpens, pulls one of her own. The familiar thrum in her veins,
adrenaline mixed with recklessness and something else she can’t place.
Old Lily would jump.
“Dammit,” she says, dropping to her arse and tugging at her
laces, “give me a ‘mo.”
It takes an embarrassingly long time to pull them off. When
she looks up, Potter’s driving, and Black is standing on the sidewalk. This shouldn’t surprise her—they probably
planned this. Still, she straddles the bike. It hits her, that she’s fucking barefoot on a fucking motorbike with James-fucking-Potter.
Old Lily needs a healthy dose of common fucking sense.
She’s glad the still lingering smell of rubber on asphalt masks her stinky feet.
For her safety, Lily tucks her thighs against his hips, a pitiful
attempt to keep her toes from the scorching exhaust pipes. For her pleasure, she
wraps her arms around him.
“You know what you’re doing, Potter?” she breathes in his ear.
He shudders. She doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s
grinning like a loon.
“Not a chance in hell, Evans.”
With that vote of confidence, he revs the engine and shoots forward like an arrow down the
Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)
I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)
Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and
the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy.
He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes
butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible
amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business.
He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college
freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others
think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip
boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal
parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.
And that, right up
there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.
play doh on hardwood floors, dark green carpeted staircase, boxes of soda by the door, floam slime, stickers on a coffee table, little fenced backyard, blue pool sparkling in the sunlight, summer cookouts, playstation 2, silly putty on newspaper, a navy blue couch, bike rides down the sidewalk, hoodsie cups, classic rock on the radio, 2003 car calendar on the basement door
not-so-secretly a spy, pretends to be past her emo phase- is actually still really emo, speaks 458379803854 languages, lowkey ninja, super chill, the older sister, drives with the windows down, straight up eats ice cubes for no reason, listens to emo music in her room, quiet in a loud sort of way, her laugh is actual magic, wears too much black to be considered healthy, always just a little bit angry, really bad at being the designated driver (always ends up being the most drunk), always up for a good party, cats are her spirit animal, deepest desire is to be a crazy cat lady, knows how to hold her licquor freakishly well, turns 21 every year, cooler than everybody else
eats cheetos like oxygen, little sister/middle child, hair is always perfect, can eat all the junk food she wants without gaining any weight, can kill you with his ninja hands, smells really nice, somehow knows everybody's secrets, good listener, smiles a lot, just really wants to fall in love one day, the popular cheerleader that everybody actually likes, listens to indie music, never not fabulous, wants to have a ton of kids, brings home strays without telling anyone, always the first to volunteer to take care of the class pet
that weird neighbor kid that's just always around, nicknamed "the baking grandma" because of the inexplicable way she has of always having baked goods on hand, "Garcia's the name, and witty comebacks are my game", perfect ray of sunshine, an actual human rainbow, everybody has to have at least one pefectly peculiar nickname, will kill you with her ninja-hugs, has a gigantically beautiful sparkling smile, bright pink lipstick, wears too many colors at once, really good at helping you through a breakup, butterscotches in her purse, might be a grandma, computer nerd, can beat anybody at video games, afraid of guns, tries to be tough but doesn't know how, would wear pure glitter if she could, doesn't have a favorite color because if she chose then she would feel bad for all the other colors (it's actually pink)
the undeniable dad, loves everybody equally, shows people love without words, you know you're in trouble when he gives you one of his famous "hotch glares", only really laughs when he's with the people he loves, his smile will make your knees weak, likes to spoon, strong and silent type, always wears suits for no reason, works too much, secretly a sinnamon bun, will kill you if you mess with the people he loves, cares too much, the proud dad, shows up to ALL recitals and shows, equally passionate and compassionate, crazy good at his job, nobody knows his secrets, secretly amazing at throwing surprise parties, can not bake to save his life, his smile is like the moon and the stars combined, tries to make dad jokes and fails
king of the dorks, the precious little brother, must be protected at all costs, obsessed with Halloween, plans Halloween an actual year ahead of time, drinks coffee through an IV, book worm, facts, books make him feel safe, refuses to play video games, thinks he's tough but is actually a precious cinnamon bun, owns too many sweaters, purple is definitely his favorite color, apologizes too much, drinks a lot of water, lost count of the number of PhDs he has a long time ago, awkward, never knows what to say, bad social skills, social anxiety, chess tournaments make him happy, eats a lot of cake, owns a scooter
the amazing big brother, looks out for everyone else before himself, kicks the bullies in the nuts, burgers and fries all the time, captain of the football team but also organizes fundraisers for the needy, likes working out, shovels neighbors' sidewalks/ mows neighbors' lawns without asking, loves and appreciates dogs, lowkey believes that cats are the anti-christ, helps old people cross the street, grocery store runs are always his job, goes on long bike rides just to think
aka Captain Sass, the weird uncle, nosy but he's rich so it's okay, DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO STAY IN HIS LANE, always offers to babysit but he has no idea how children work, has so many stories that just can't be true but actually are, thinks he's cool and hip- might actually be but tbd still, somehow knows all, shows up at random times, can cook REALLY REALLY WELL, super Italian, thrives on pasta
crazy bird guy that lives across the street, makes pecan squares that he thinks are amazing but actually aren't, secretly paints in his basement (like Bob Ross-level paintings), people watches from his front window, awkward pats on the back, doesn't always understand social cues, throws A+ garage sales, yells at other people for not raking the leaves off their lawn in the fall, raises chickens without telling anyone
can stab you with a knife, a gun, a chainsaw, and a machete all at the same time, mean older sister, WILL call you on your shit, thinks about death too much, everybody is afraid of her, skipped the emo phase, somehow came out of the womb a traumatized adult, 100% feminist, steals your food when you're not looking, doesn't like hugs, says it like it is, wears a lot of necklaces, confusing, has a thing for a guy in a uniform
has a lot of friends, seems really badass until she starts gushing about baby animals, volunteers at animal shelters, sorority sister, infinitely loyal, loves everybody until she hates them, knows how to appreciate the simple things, 5'2" of rage and fury and love, pure emotion, loves to cuddle, sometimes people confuse her, just wants to make the world a better place, hates vegetables but eats them anyway, drinks a lot of chocolate milk
reads a lot, blue is her favorite color, went to college earlier than normal, a beautiful nerd, a rare species, deserves the world but gets a cup of coffee instead, underestimated, knows how and when to pull out the sass, ends up being the babysitter on all occasions, more mature than she should be, extremely level-headed, knows how to read between the lines really well, accepts everything thrown her way, underappreciated, needs to be told she's loved more often, breakfast is her favorite meal of the day, makes a lot of sandwiches for no reason at all
the cousin that everybody always forgets about, gets left behind on family outings and everybody has to go back to get her- she's strangely okay with it, just wants some kettle corn or cotton candy, puts ketchup on everything, shows up at colleges she's never been to just to party, okay with anything as long as she has a say, will talk to anybody, likes getting to know people, would totally speed-date, likes to watch old stand-up comedy and slam poetry videos on YouTube
won't admit that she's the mom, proud of all her children, owns 8 million sweatshirts from her alma mater that she constantly wears, kinda lonely but will never admit it, hates cooking with a passion, loves wine a little too much, seriously appreciates a good towel, would sell her soul for a massage
Fourth grader Finnley Storm (Finn), becomes best friends with his neighbor’s orphaned niece Rey after he finds her catching fireflies in his backyard. If the two friends aren’t playing marbles in the middle of the sidewalk or riding their bikes, they can usually be found reading comic books in the tree house her Uncle Han built for them.
Bucky had gotten the call he had anticipated for weeks now. He was across the city far from where he was suppose to be. He quickly purchased the few items he had in his basket and threw them in his backpack, raced outside to his motorcycle and jumped started it. The bike took off in no time, speeding through traffic. He prayed that he wouldn’t get stopped by any cops as he made his way to the Avenger’s Tower. A car honked at him, but he paid no attention. His mind was running a marathon of different scenarios. Were you okay? Were you in pain? Would he make it in time?
sports: bikes to school since he lives in an off campus dorm, that’s the only sports he’s willing to do
clubs: neighborhood cleanup volunteer, part-time travel guide on the weekends
jeonghan’s interest in architecture comes from the fact that he likes to draw but he can’t draw people for anything??? like he wanted to do fine arts but the best portrait he can do is a circle with two dots for eyes??? but when it comes to fine line work and detail WELL THEN
and like he spent most of high school biking to and from school and he still does so in college and whenever he would pass through the streets he’d always admire the buildings and the houses and the array of colors and shapes
his favorite places are churches and museums because there architecture is always the most beautiful and he’ll literally spend hours sitting on the steps outside of them sketching different parts of the structure from different angles and like once he was like “mingyu lets go to the museum!” and mingyu was like yeah sure but then ??? jeonghan just sat himself down in front of the museum and took out this sketchpad and mingyu’s like ??? hyung the arts inside ?? and jeonghan was like NO u fool the art is the building duh
is famous on campus for (his good look obviously) always being on the roof of the art building and sketching up there. people always know that if there’s a figure up there then it’s probably jeonghan
is organized and has all his notes color-coded and his pens are organized by like size?? his folders aren’t bent ?? he actually uses his planner ??
the only messy thing about him is his bike because it’s old and covered in peeling stickers and sharpie pen like seungcheol scribbled ‘prince jeonghan’ onto the side of the handlebar and jeonghan has tried tirelessly to clean it off but it has been only failure
and although jeonghan is pretty well kept together midterms have a way of making everyone Lose It and although he’s studied and done his best like he’s got a paper on gentrification due for his urban studies minor and then he’s got a presentation in design IV and then blueprints he needs to go over with his professor in landscapes and like
he doesn’t notice but he leaves said blueprints beside his bike after he’s done parking it because he’s late to his first period class and like he doesn’t notice at all until he’s having lunch w/seungcheol and josh and he’s like WAIT
oh my god
seungcheol laughs his butt off because this is the first time he’s ever heard of jeonghan losing anything while joshua tries to calm jeonghan down
and tbh this is all a mess but these missing blueprints is how you meet jeonghan
see you’re also biking to and from school and as you’re chaining your bike up you notice this really big bundle of sketches just laying on the floor and you’re like “one of those frenzied art students must of left that here.” so you go and pick it up with the intention of dropping it off at the art department when you notice that like the drawings aren’t like portraits or contemporary art
they’re plans for a building including the drawings and measurements of the structure and you’re like ??? this is too much math and numbers for this to be an art students
so you’re like ok this is probably an architecture majors project but since you don’t even know where the department for that is you turn to the one person you trust will have answers: lee seokmin. because he knows everything and everyone
and so you find him outside lab and you’re like “seokmin!!! i found these out in the parking lot near the bike racks, do you know whose it is??” and you unroll the sketches and seokmins like hmmm bikes + blueprints hmmmmmm and then he snaps his fingers like “it probably belongs to jeonghan!!!! he’s a really handsome hyung of mine, shoulder length hair, nice voice you can find him on the roof of the art building!!” and you’re like ok that’s…..more info than necessary but thank u seokmin ur the best
and so you get to the art building and climb up like 15 flights of stairs and when you open the door to the roof you’re surprised but happy to see that there is a person there
and he’s like sitting near the ledge and he’s got his bag next to him and his side profile against the backdrop of the sky looks like it’s shining??? and like he’s just standing there looking over at the campus below but for some reason you find yourself just frozen??? because it looks like a scene out of a movie like seokmin had said he was handsome but the person in front of you is like ????? a real life angel
you try to clear your throat to get his attention, but instead you end up dropping the blueprints and they like scatter around you and you’re like goOD JOB embaRRASSING yourself my dude
and jeonghan turns around and sees you there and you’re like trying to pick up the sketches and the wind gets one and you’re chasing it and jeonghan is like ?????? and you’re like “heY Hi you don’t know me bUT i think these belong to you??” and you manage to get them all back together and you hand them to jeonghan
and like he looks them over and you can see his eyes widen and a smile appear on his face and wow did cupid just shoot you with his bow and arrow because that’s what looking at this boys smile feels like
and he looks at you like “you don’t know how much this means to me that you found these!! there’s over 45 hours of work in them!!” and like his eyes are this warm brown and you’re like oH it’s no BIG DEAL haha HAHa
but then he puts the sketches down and asks how he can repay you and you’re like no no no it’s fine!!!! and you try to look around and you’re like “by the way, i hear you’re always up here, why?” and jeonghan shrugs and he’s like “because the view is nice, i see all the details.”
he like walks over to the ledge and waves for you to come over and he like points to the buildings and he’s like “from this angle i can see how the building looks from different points of view. it’s easier to sketch something and understand it if you see every side.”
and you’re like ok that’s somehow so inspiring and deep and jeonghan starts talking about the history of the campus’s architecture and like you’ve never been interested but his voice and his passion comes through so you can’t help but be entranced
at some point you’re like ‘wow seokmin was right, you are handsome” and jeonghans like hmm??? and you’re like nOThing no th i ng …..
but your conversation comes to an end when jeonghan’s like “i gotta go hand in these blueprints, again i don’t know how to repay you.” and you’re like seriously!! it’s ok, this was fun - i learned a lot from you!!
and jeonghan stands there for a moment with his bag over his shoulder and the blueprints in his hand looking at you and you get all nervous because the sun is setting and u two are on a roof this is like romantic but like u just met and jeonghan seems to realized that as well because he takes a step back and is like a little stuttery as he says goodbye
and he disappears down the stairs and you’re on the roof by yourself and like this feeling of butterflies fluttering is in your stomach and you’re just like ,,,,,, what is this
you and jeonghan don’t cross paths for a week and like you kind of expected this like all you did was help him out that doesn’t entitle him to want to be your friend or whatever and like you go on w ur life
and one day your bike gets a flat tire and so u can’t use it to get to ur job and so u have to work when you get off your shift and it’s pretty dark since it’s past 9 but like you just clutch your books and keep walking
until suddenly there’s someone ringing their bike bell at you and you’re like ???? and you turn to see jeonghan coming to a stop on his bike near the sidewalk and he’s like “hey, what are you doing out so late?” and you’re like “just came from work!! my bikes useless with a flat so i have to walk to the dorms.” and jeonghan frowns and checks his watch like “it’s super late, let me give you a ride.” and you like look at him and then at his bike and you’re like “……..where would i sit?”
jeonghan just grins and motions for you to pass him your books and he puts them into his backpack and then is like “on my handlebars.”
and you’re like ahfiowhofwo jeOnghan how will you see?? what if i break the bike??? this is dang-
but jeonghan reaches out and gently takes your hand to pull you closer and he’s like “don’t worry, just take a seat and ill take care of you!”
and you’re still a little anxious but you do your best to hop on and you hear jeonghan ask against your ear if you’re comfortable and you nod and he starts peddling and you’re like oh my god Oh My God OH MY-
and surprisingly he’s going along smoothly and the wind is blowing through your hair and at some point your nervousness melts and you’re smiling and giggling and jeonghan is like “is it fun??” and you’re like “yeah!!”
the ride isn’t a long one, it’s about fifteen minutes to the dorms and when you get there you don’t want to get off because it was so nice and peaceful having him bike you through the cool night air and whenever he’d speak it was warm against your ear but all good things come to an end and you hop off and jeonghan passes you your books and you’re like !!! thank you and he’s like consider this repayment for you helping me out w/ my blueprints (-:
and once again you and jeonghan find yourself silently looking at one and other and it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,just do it. just kiss each other
bUT once again jeonghan looks away and chuckles a bit awkwardly and is like “hey, if you ever want to hangout or something - you know where to find me.” and you’re like aHH yes!! and before he leaves he’s like “it’s chilly tonight and you know the dorms never turn the heat on so take this-”
and he gets off his bike and shrugs off the cardigan he’s wearing and like drapes it over your shoulders and you’re like “i can’t take th-” and he’s like “don’t worry. stay warm.” and he smiles and oh god you’re literally going to turn into jelly right here
you watch as he rides off and you wrap the cardigan tighter around you and try not to smile like an idiot while jeonghan turns the block and almost yells out into the wind because as calm and collected as he can come off he’s just as nervous around you as you are around him because god you’re cute and he just needs to muster up the courage and kiss you liKE
you think about how jeonghan said you know where to find him so a couple of days later you buy some sandwiches and fresh fruit and climb the stairs of the art building and as expected jeonghan is there but ??? he’s laying down on this blanket and he looks like he’s asleep and you quietly make your way over
and he literally looks so angelic and pure laying there, hair splayed out under him, lips slightly parted and you sit down beside him and like you don’t want to wake him up that’d be rude so you just think you’ll sit here for a bit and watch the sky but then like you end up laying down and soon enough,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re asleep too
waking up you feel your head pressed against someone warm and when you sit up you feel jeonghan’s hand drop from around your waist and he smiles at you but you can see the pink tint on his cheeks and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my did i ??? fall asleep too??? and he chuckles like yeah you did!! and automatically you bow your head like im sorry!! but jeonghan lifts your chin and is like “you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”
and this time the silence between you is ended with him leaning in and placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you softly toward him and the kiss is……….just as sweet and soft as this whole situation and it’s perfect
and jeonghan pulls back but his hand lingers on your neck before his fingers tread down to from your neck to your back and you just
lean down and kiss him again, but this time with a bit more passion and jeonghan just laughs as he pulls you ontop of him
and it’s cute your first kiss and first date is up on the rooftop and you guys share the food you brought and jeonghan spends the time listening to you talk about your interests and he shows you his sketch book of different buildings around seoul and his studies on the architecture of churches in italy and france
and it’s just beautiful being there with him
once seokmin finds out you’re dating jeonghan he’s like “the reason you two lovebirds found each other is because of me you know!! you should repay me with buying me lunch” and you and jeonghan are like rolling your eyes but agree because why not
seungcheol finds out and he literally grabs you and jeonghan together at the same time and spins you two around and you’re both like sEungchEOl and he’s like YOU GUYS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH ,,,,, like he gets more emotionally than necessary but that’s because jeonghan is his best bud and he’s so happy to see jeonghan has found someone as nice and as good to him as you
you and jeonghan bike together to school like you meet up outside the dorms and jeonghan leans over to kiss you good morning and you help each other fasten your helmets and it’s the cutest thing ever
sometimes you’ll race to see who gets to campus first but jeonghan always lets you win and you’re like sTop doing that let’s do it fairly and jeonghan’s like “i would, but you look so cute when you win and get all giddy???” and you’re like shU S H……..
aside from the top of the art building you find jeonghan napping in the library, the campus cafe, the common room of his dorm, the common room of your dorm, study hall and you’re always like how can he sleep so much
but then you settle in beside him and like at first you’re reading your notes or studying but then he’s so warm and he’s cuddling his head into your neck that you also knock out and joshua or minghao finds you guys and has to shake you two awake
there’s a freshman named dino who jeonghan is really protective over and dino’s always like @ you like pls help me jeonghan texts me 500 times a day to ask how i am and it’s sweet but ,,,,,,,,,why and you’re like sorry dino you’re like his son now and dino sighs and he’s like “does that mean im your son too?” and you’re like asifdhw and jeonghan is like yes that’s exactly what it means - exchange numbers this is a family now LMAO
jeonghan isn’t a big party person but seungcheol goes to a lot of them so you two get invited and once there was a karaoke machine and that was the night you learned that jeonghan knows all the lyrics to every beyonce song ever released and wow he can SING
jeonghan: seungcheol you didn’t record me singing right?
seungcheol: nah bro u know i would don’t that
you: it’s ok i recorded it
jeonghan: HOW COULD YOU
you: SWEET SWEET BLACKMAIL
but then you learn jeonghan can hold a grudge till the end of eternity so you delete the video LOL
watching him draw out plans is one of your favorite things because his determined face is so handsome and he’s so hardworking and you just think he really fits that artist look and like he looks so good with his glasses on and his hair up in a lil ponytail
you love tying the ponytails for him and fixing the strands that fall out
but when you do, jeonghan just wraps his arms around your waist and moves you toward his bed like “let’s sleep……….well kiss and stuff first and then sleep…….”
does this thing where he’ll hold you from behind and kiss your neck and then wander off like he just didn’t do that and you’re like jeonghan come back here and he’s like hmmmmmmm
soft long romantic kisses that’s jeonghan’s game my dude RIP YOU
you’ll go with him to volunteer in the neighborhood clean up and the adults that run it love you two they think you’re the cutest and they’re like “you two just need to get married!!!!” and jeonghan is like woAH and you’re like We’re IN COLLEGe but the adults are like “imagine what a cute family they’d be aWWWW” and you and jeonghan are basically two embarrassed messes
jeonghan knows so much about the neighborhood and about korea in general that he’s always telling you things you don’t know and like it’s never because he’s trying to come of sounding smarter than you he’s just genuinely interested in telling you and you love hearing it and you’re always just like “you should become a teacher, you’re so intelligent” and jeonghan’s like “i couldn’t be a teacher, school starts too early and i love sleep”
jeonghan’s dorm walls used be covered with blueprints and photos of the massive churches of europe but now he’s got photos of the two of you hanging up and like when he’s pulling an all nighter to get his drawings done he’ll look at the photo of you smiling and it just gives him strength
you and jeonghan spend countless hours talking about all the places in the world you want to see and he’s just laying in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair and he’s like “i want to see all of these places, but seeing them with you would make it even better.”
as a gift for your first anniversary you save up enough money to buy jeonghan a new bike that doesn’t say “prince jeonghan” on it and jeonghan nearly gets on his hands and knees to thank you but seungcheol is like jUST wait ill write something else
he does. he writes your name + a heart + jeonghans name under the seat and jeonghan’s like you know what,,,,im not mad,,,,,,i think it’s cute
instead of just jeonghan being known for hanging up on the art buildings roof, now everyone knows that that’s where they can find you. you guys are the ‘art building roof’ couple LOL
ok but biking with jeonghan by the han river or by the beach and then stopping to admire the view but when you turn around jeonghans looking at you and leans in to kiss you and it’s SOFT
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C: A few weeks ago I was walking down a skinny sidewalk right up on a wall and a busy street, with bulky bags. An elderly black man was riding his bike down the same sidewalk so I pulled the bags closer to me and got closer to the wall to give him some room and gave me a disgusted look as he went by. I think he thought I was scared he was going to rob me and that’s been haunting me. lol. It shouldn’t be that deep but that bothered me a lot.
when people say “california”, they don’t mean you. they never mean you.
you can see the snow, it’s under your feet and all around you, but they keep insisting it’s not there. you saw it fall from the sky yourself. “it’s not real,” they say. “it doesn’t snow in california.” you reach down to scoop some up, to prove it to them, to make them see, but it burns your hands to the bone. “it not real. it doesn’t snow in california.”
you’re walking through the town and it’s raining, big fat drops from a dark sky. you turn the corner onto a new block and suddenly it’s not raining anymore; the sun is out, kids are riding their bikes in circles in the street, the air is warm, and the sidewalk is bone dry. you keep walking and turn onto another block. it is raining again. the only thing that tells you you’re still in the same place is the sound of birds singing in every tree, never breaking their song.
when you drive by the river, you always remark about how high or low the water is. “it’s really low today.” “oh, it’s almost up to the trees.” you have to. even when you’re speaking to an empty car. you don’t want to find out what happens if you don’t. you can’t afford to find that out.
there’s a mountain range in the distance that always have snow-capped peaks year-around, even during summer. you can keep driving towards them forever, but they will always be the same distance away.
sometimes, you can’t tell whether they’re actually mountains or just clouds. you can’t really tell anything from clouds, anymore.
“why do they call them ghost towns if there’s still people living in it? still, it’s really cool they all dress up like cowboys.” “what are you talking about? we’ve been here all day and haven’t seen a single person.”
sometimes, a pinecone just hits you in the head. you’re not even near a pine tree. the pinecone finds you anyway. the pinecone will always find you.
you don’t ask your neighbor why their flowers are growing so well during the drought. there is always a drought but their flowers are always so happy. you don’t ask them why every spring they write “i’m so sorry” on their lawn in red paint. you don’t ask them where your friend from L.A. who came up to visit you disappeared to. you don’t ask them.
the dogs drug something in from the woods, but you don’t know what or where it is. you just see a bunch of thick brown fur and trail of black blood. the dogs are nervous.
people are wearing flip-flops in the freezing rain. “excuse me, i’m sorry, but aren’t your feet cold?” you ask them. “i don’t have feet,” they sob. “oh god, what happened to my feet? oh god, my feet. oh, god.”
you’re in sacramento and you know you’ve seen that tree before. there’s a million trees around you but you know you’ve seen that tree before. it’s the same tree. you’ve seen that tree bef-
there is a bear you met as a child. you apologized to them for looking them in their eyes, and they moved out of your way to let you pass. to this day, you are pretty sure that bear is your friend. but you never know, with bears.
you’re in a diner passing through a small orchard town. “my wife and i have been here since the Great Depression,” the young farmer sitting next to you says. “oh, so you’re third generation, then?” you ask. the farmer just smiles into their coffee.
every place is named after the terrible things white people have done there
there is gold in the river. there is gold in the streets. there is gold under your fingernails and in your skin. they will kill you if they find it. they will kill you if they see it. lie. lie about the gold. lie about the way your hair sparkles. “it’s all the avocado oil,” you will say as they squint at you. “it’s just the avocados.”
you can hear them chanting it across the bay. hella. hella.hella. it’s so rhythmic, so comforting, like the rise and fall of the hills. hella. hella. hella. you know one day they will come for you and yours. you know one day you will join them. hella. HELLA. HELLA. hella. hella. hella. hella. hella.
the redwoods do not “start”. the rest of the world ends.
the ocean is cold and gray and it will take you. it will take you away. all you can smell are the wild herbs growing on the edge of a cliff and the corpses of seals rotting on the beach and the sand is made of jagged rocks that cut your feet. still, you wade in, ignoring the way the water stings your skin until the cold eventually numbs you to the bone. it will take you away. you don’t remember what it means to be warm.
The sunlight drips through my motel setting blinds,
Making the whole mood turn from grim Pulp Fiction to Zoey Descenal riding her bike in  Days of Summer
Or that script Tray wrote for her upcoming play
I love my cardigans I knit out of yarn sitting on the porch with my sister’s smokey figure humming Disney songs
and I love how my coffee went from black and white, sleep deprived, Moter-running, legs shaking; “gotta run,
gotta get to class,
Gotta drown in it before the ground enivitably crashes against my favorite glass” to
Paris cafes and sliding down unfamiliar sidewalks with Lana Del Rey playing in my head all day
I love roses and i drink for pleasure not for pain,
I’m not trying to kill anything inside of me
I’m trying to enhance my smile so it stays on my face for days not forced by any camera or stage,
I love my friend Sarah and her warm words they remind me of a peaceful era in my grandmother’s kitchen before she turned evil and I learned her house of candy was just like the stories she used to read before sleep
I don’t think about the deceit and lies I think about my love’s delicate lips and soft yet peircing eyes,
Water tastes so much better next to my heavy heart pumping proudly,
Heavy from the blood that is red the way your hair is not the way I saw it through a Stephen King lens growing up
All I saw was red but today,
As the sun sets in a room that could be seen as a cage or a canvas I see red in the clouds and peeking through the trees that no longer scream at me to save them,
I understand that love can be found anywhere,
You need to see things in the light of a setting sun or you may live the rest of your life after the dark has fallen.
Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence Pairings: Tuckington, Chex Rating: T Synopsis: [Hero Time Sequel] After the events of Hero Time, the city and Blood Gulch are prepared for the true return of superheroes in a big way. But while Washington is attempting to adjust to a new relationship and a new living arrangement, the call of new heroes and a new mayor mean major changes for his professional life as well as his personal one. How will the balance of values fare when his new partners come to test everything he’s made of.
A/N: I apologize for not having this out sooner, guys! It was meant to come out Monday but, well, life happens sometimes, as they say lol. Hopefully you’ll all find it in your hearts to forgive me and will enjoy this chapter no less for it <3 Thank you so much for the continued support!
City traffic was enough to make any self-respecting superhero question their methods of transportation. With half the city still trying to get to work or on with their schedules in spite or maybe even because things were burning down at the center of the city, and the other half trying to go toward the destruction for a front seat view, Washington barely had a conventional route he could utilize to his advantage.
Fortunately being a superhero wearing spandex and kevlar did somewhat give license for more unconventional emergency maneuvers.
Like ducking between cars by riding up on the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the foot and vehicular traffic as needed on his mad dash toward the capital building.
I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was seventeen. As a small child, when most kids learn, apparently, as the story goes (which I might add is in fact true); kids, regardless of the age would be pummeled over the head (with bats or piping) while on their bikes and yanked off for the purpose of theft.
I lived in a colorful area. Let’s just say my parents had every reason to fear, but their own anxiety, of me getting hurt stunted my inner growth; and there would be countless situations whereupon they would have to make hard decisions for the sake of my safety, but at the cost of my potential.
This protectionism failed, as danger was often something that ironically lived with me, but their intent was noble; though in the end it caused me to severely rebel—Because someone like me can’t be caged. I die slowly in labels and cages.
When I did learn to ride a bike, I did so on a men’s 10 speed (I’ve always made due with what I have).
I’m 5’ 2". This bike was huge, but I mastered this thin enemy on the sometimes unpaved roads down in Key West. I learned the hard way too. I was a hot mess. I would come home bloodied and bruised. I often fell upon large rubble as this area really did not have sidewalks then. I physically learned how to properly fall during that time.
A car hit me toward the end of that summer. I went into the air. I was alone. There was no one there to help me and I never gave it much thought then either: I got up and limped to my bike, as the lazy driver of the car yelled out from the window: ‘Are you okay?’ I rode back home undeterred and thanked God I did. The next morning, I could not wait to be free again.
I am honored with a particular bruise from that era—My shin actually experiences recidivism issues; as even today, when summer hits and my color eases back into its most comfortable self; the albino shadow of that bruise pops up through the darkening of my leg.
Every summer since the time I was seventeen; I have looked at it, shook my head and smiled. I salute it as if it were a well deserved badge.
Upon reflection of this memory, knowing I’ve had these past ten years to step away, decompress from the urgency of simply surviving; I believe I’m understanding that I’ve been kind of in fear of my own inherent strength, because all that stress to catch up to my own force had caused me to harden. I think I depreciated my path in the process.
Maybe this juncture of awakening was all part of the plan. I believe this actually to be true.
In my mind’s eye, I can see my seventeen year old self and I see her straddling this blue bike between her short legs; making motions with her hand for me to come…and I’m relieved right now, because that feels like home.
Warnings: POV is changed; Smut and Angst in later chapters
The first-time seeing Y/N wasn’t at the café, it was every day. In the morning, the evening and at night. It was every chance you could get watching her in the small café from your office room on the 12th floor of your own company. She peaked your interest, the way she worked hard, took care of her customers and still managed to smile at everyone who walked in.
Even so, you could also tell that her coworker cared for her but you wouldn’t let him stop you. Weeks, you thought of the perfect opportunity to approach her but things never worked out.
A knock on your door interrupted your thought process. “Come in,” you said not leaving your sights on her from your window.
“Mr. Im I have her application like you requested sir.” “Good you can lay it on my desk, thank you Somi.” The doors close and you turn around to see Y/N’s application. She wasn’t qualified for this job but you had to get her close to you somehow.
You’ve dreamt how her skin feels on your fingers, what she would sound like once she was yours but there was only one other person standing in your way of that.
Mark. He had the same view of her every day that you had but his feeling towards Y/N was more lust. Protecting her from him has been a challenge but I cannot lose no matter what.
“Yugyeom, what do you mean you have seen Mark before?” you said while putting your hand on your shoulder concerned.
Yugyeom took my hand and lead me to the back of the café where we usually dump our trash at the end of the day.
“You know how we can see that high-end club once you step close to these tall gates behind the trash?” he said as we walked passed the trash can. I nodded and he pointed to the back end of the club we face.
“I saw him and another man talking, they weren’t talking long but when they finished they shook hands. The other man went inside but Mark stayed and was looking at our café with a smirk. I thought it was weird.”
“That is weird, well maybe he didn’t mean anywhere by it. Im, sure he was just looking at our café and nothing else, Yugyeom you need to stop worrying about it.” I push his arm but this time he didn’t budge.
“I’m not too sure about that Y/N I think something is up but I just can’t put my finger on it.” Yugyeom eyes were still fixated on the back of the club building. I still haven’t figured out Mark myself but it also makes me wonder who he was talking to that day. Jaebum maybe? T
The sun was setting and your heart immediately sank. The corporate party was starting in an hour and you got so caught up in the café you lost track of time.
“gyomie! I gotta go I’m going to be late!” You immediately rush back inside gathering your things and headed for the door.
“Wait I have my bike I’ll take you to your apartment!” Once outside I hopped onto Yugyeom bike and were off. I looked at my watch and knew I had to get ready like my life depended on it.
We noticed as Yugyeom was biking in the right lane a car was speeding up almost on his bumper until he passed us and slowed down. Yugyeom was furious, once the car was driving the same speed we were going they rolled down the window revealing that it was Mark behind the wheel.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you I just wanted to see if you could go faster is all.” Mark flashed his pearly white teeth. “Y/N, you know if you continue on your bike ride you won’t make it tonight on time and I certainly know you wouldn’t want to go wearing that.”
Looking at Yugyeom you could tell he was tired but he would never let Mark know that. “Hey, it’s okay, you don’t need to go any further. Thank you for taking me this far I really appreciate it.” You said in a caring tone that calmed Yugyeom’s peddling to a stop.
Mark parked his luxury car next to the sidewalk and opened the passenger door. “After you princess.” He said standing there looking like a model for the next GQ magazine.
Looking back at Yugyeom you got off the bike and gave him a warm hug and waved to him before running to get into the car with Mark who made it obvious he wanted to show off his car but hitting the acceleration leaving Yugyeom in the dust. In the rearview mirror, Yugyeom sat there on the bike looking like he lost a battle he never had the chance to win.
“I am glad I ran into you, but you could have called me to pick you up,” Mark said while slowing down to so that he could glance at me.
“I guess you are right, I will next time.” Smiling weakly at him. “My apartment is just up here.” Pointing to the next right when Mark takes your hand and puts it up to his lips closing his eyes for the briefest moment taking your breath away then to make eye contact his eyes pierce right through you never taking his eyes off you as he made his turn. You quickly retracted your hand and he let out a soft chuckle.
“Interesting,” Mark whispered.
We pulled up in front of my apartment building and I get out of the car bending back down to look at Mark through his rolled down the window.
“Thank you for driving me.” Mark smiled “It’s no problem, anything for you Y/N. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you are going to look tonight.”
You waved Mark goodbye before he waved and speeded off into the road.
The phone vibrates as soon as you finished getting ready. It was a message from Jaebum.
Once outside you caught Jaebum’s eye he straightened up from leaning against his car to give you a look of awe. He slowly walked toward you not leaving his attention from you.
“This is the same dress? It looks more amazing than I had imagined.”
“Wow thank you so much, but you are the one with the great taste in fashion.” That’s when you remembered. You took out a notepad and pen.
“I brought these just in case you needed me to take something down for anything.”
“Tonight, you aren’t my assistant, you are my date.”
It smelled like spring as I pushed open the doors,
like grass and cool air and blooming flowers.
As I watched you walk ahead of me down the sidewalk,
your blonde hair glowing in the sunlight
and your lunchbox swinging pleasantly in time with your steps,
I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your happiness.
You deserve a million more spring days like that one.
You deserve picnics in the park with all your favorite foods,
sleepy Sunday afternoons spent with a hammock and a book,
lemonade on front porches,
and bike rides to your favorite coffee shop after school.
You deserve to spend your days laughing,
your mind filled with jokes instead of worries.
You deserve icecream and flowers
and cloud watching and dogs
and trips to the library and new shoes
and music and holding hands
and sleeping in and having campfires
and dear lord, what I’m trying to say here is
you deserve love.
Okay so I lied, I’ve got more Roman fluff and it’s Daddy Ro. I’m not gonna day of its the last one or not. We’re just gonna rock with this. Okay? Cool! 😂😂
Five years old
“Hold on tight, Princess. Don’t be scared, Daddy’s got you.” Roman assured his daughter.
Roman and her mama had gotten her the pink Shopkins bike she asked them to get her for her birthday two months ago. When she first got it Haleigh begged them not to put the training wheels on, of course they did anyway. Roman promised that if she did a good job with them, then he would take them off and teach her how to ride without them. Here it is two months later and he’s making good on his promise but Haleigh isn’t sure about it anymore.
She looked up at Roman with big, brown, scared eyes. “Don’t let go, Daddy.”
“I won’t just yet, Haleigh. Go on and pedal,” He encouraged, “I’ll be right behind you.”
Haleigh did what her daddy told her and the bike started to roll down the sidewalk of their neighborhood park. She was beyond excited to be riding without the training wheels. Now she knew what all her friends were talking about.
Roman was barely holding onto the bike anymore, just letting his fingertips graze the back of her seat as he jogged alongside her. Eventually he stopped and watched her ride with a proud smile. His phone made a quick appearance so he could snap a few pictures and videos. Haleigh laughed and screamed about how much fun she was having until she turned a corner and saw Roman was no longer behind her. Her fear had returned causing her to forget how to break or turn her handle to avoid the bushes in front of her. Roman realized where she was headed quickly sprinted over to her just as she made contact with the bushes.
“You okay, Princess?” He asked pulling her from the bushes. It hurt his heart to see her face red and tear filled. He started to pick the pieces of brush that were stuck in her helmet and on her clothes.
“You let go,” she sobbed with an accusatory stare. A look she had surely gotten from her mama, Roman couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“But I was always right behind you. I saw you, I didn’t go anywhere.”
“But … but,” she cried wrapping her arms around his neck. “You let me fall.”
“Wasn’t I there to pick you up, Hae? Even if I’m not right there by you I’m always behind you and I’ll always be there to pick you up,” Roman explained pulling her face from his neck, “You’re gonna fall a lot but Daddy will always be there. Alright?” She nodded allowing him to wash her face with the towel he had brought along. “Do you have any owies for Daddy to kiss? Or are you alright?”
“No owies,” she squeaked through her tears.
“You did really good though. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
“But I fell, Daddy.”
“But you got back up. I tell you what, if you’re feelin’ up to it you can ride your bike back home and I promise not to let go unless you ask. Sound good?”
“Don’t you wanna show your mama and big brother that you can ride your bike?”
Haleigh put her hands on her hips and leaned her head to the side. Her thinking pose, another thing she had gotten from her mama.
“Can I get ice cream?”
“Yeah, you can, Princess,” He laughed picking her bike up, “Mama won’t like it but she’ll be aight.”
Thirteen Years Old
This was the day Roman dreaded more than prom and college send off. As he sat outside Haleigh’s bathroom door he wondered when did Jesus start to hate him. Koda was gone with friends, his wife was at work which left him to have a Daddy Daughter day with Haleigh. Even though she was a teenager, she was still a daddy’s girl.
They were watching one of the many Fast and Furious movies when she got up to use the bathroom. The back of her baby blue sweatpants caught his eye. There was an unmistakable red stain.
“Fuck my life,” He muttered a little louder than he should’ve which caught her off guard. She turned caught her daddy’s eye then moved her stare to the red stain on her mother’s favorite white sofa. Roman tried to tell her that it was okay and he would fix it but she had already ran off.
“Babygirl, come on out. We can fix this,” Roman spoke softly through the door.
“This is so embarrassing. Mama’s gonna kill me for destroying her sofa. Just let me be, Daddy.”
“Let me help, Hae. Just come out.”
She sobbed loudly catching him off guard. The hormones had started already. “I want mama. She knows about this you don’t. I don’t want you to see this. Get mama, please.”
Roman knew there was no way his wife could come home. She had a full day at the bakery and he would honestly be surprised if she got home before eight o'clock tonight. He figured he could at least call and have her talk him through this.
“I’m gonna go call her, Princess.”
He went back downstairs to call her. As the phone rang, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself about his lack of luck.
“Hey, Ro. You and Hae alright?”
Roman had never been so happy to hear his wife’s voice.
“Yes and no,” He sighed. “Hae got her period and won’t come out of the bathroom. She’s scared you’re gonna be mad for messin’ up the sofa. She doesn’t want me to help because I apparently know nothin’ about it.”
She laughed at the distress in his voice. “Breathe, baby. Everything is alright. First, put some bleach and fabuloso on the spot and let it sit,” she demanded softly, “While that sits go look in her closet for a box that says ‘Haleigh’s A Woman’ and tell her I told you to give it to her and open the door. Give her two of the pills and tell her to shower. While she showers, you need to get the stain out. Don’t rub it, scrunch it so it doesn’t set in. By the time you’re done, she should be and you’re gonna have to show her how to put the pad on. Afterwards just give her one of your daddy talks.”
Haleigh and Roman talked after the whole fiasco was over with. He decided to take her on his man cave to avoid her freaking out over the sofa again. They relaxed in one of the double wide recliners continuing with their previous movie.
“Mama told me that this means I’m a woman now. So does that mean I can’t be your little girl or your princess anymore?”
“You’ll always be Daddy’s little girl and princess no matter what, Hae.”
She snuggled into his side at his words. No matter how much her friends teased her, she would never stop being her Daddy’s little girl.
“Thank you for helping me, Daddy. Sorry for saying you didn’t know.”
Roman kissed her forehead, never talking his eyes from the screen even though he could feel Haleigh’s brown eyes on his face. “It’s alright, Hae. Just remember Daddy’s always here and he’s got you.”
Seventeen Years Old
Roman couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness watching his wife do Haleigh’s hair and make up as she got ready for prom. His little girl was becoming a young woman right before his eyes and there was nothing he could do about it.
She had caught his eyes in the vanity staying at their daughter and smiled. “Doesn’t she look beautiful, Ro?”
“Yeah,” He sighed, “She looks as beautiful as her mama.”
“Mikey should be here in a few minutes, Daddy. And you promised to be nice.” Haleigh reminded him. She was already nervous about going to prom with the boy she had a crush on for years and the thought of her dad intimidating him made it no better.
“Don’t worry your pretty lil head about that, Princess. I’ll keep him company while he sits on you.” The doorbell rang out through the house before either woman could say anything else. “Get the door, Koda! I’m coming!” Roman had flashed them a sneaky smirk before leaving the room.
Koda had come home from college once his mama mentioned Haleigh going to prom. He had to meet the boy that would be taking his sister out. His dad needed reinforcement after all.
As Roman came down the steps, he noticed Koda had the poor boy hemmed up in the corner of the foyer. He laughed going to separate them.
“It’s alright, son. Let him go, we can all go sit and talk while we wait,” Roman smiled giving Mikey a firm hand slap on the back, “Right?”
“I’m sure my daughter has told you what I expect from you. And I mean every single thing I said. Im allowin’ you to borrow her, she does not belong to you and will be returned to me the same way she left out of this house. You got that, Mickey?”
“It’s Mikey, sir.” The young boy sputtered out.
“Your name won’t matter if you hurt my Princess. You keep your hands in respectful places and your lips and other body parts to yourself. If so much as a piece of hair is out of place, I will hunt you down. Not only me but her brother here, her uncles and cousins. Don’t play with me, Mickey.”
Mikey let the name thing go. He didn’t want to upset the large man anymore than he already was. He held Roman’s stare until Koda grabbed his attention.
“I hear there’s a hotel party afterwards,” Koda said nonchalantly, “If I find out you took my sister there, I’ll break your lil ass in half. Got it?”
Mikey stared wide eyed at the two men. He didn’t know what to say. He had already made plans for the night but they were making him seriously reconsider.
“I believe my son asked you a question, boy.”
“Ye-yes sir. I got it.”
Just as they wrapped up Haleigh and her mama entered the room. Roman and Koda stood while Mikey sat dumbfounded until Koda snatched him up.
“You look real beautiful, sis. Don’t she, Mickey?”
“Uh..uh,” Mikey stuttered until Roman patted him on the back, “You look amazing, Haleigh.”
“Thanks, Mikey. Is that for me,” she laughed pointing to the corsage he held.
After her mom took a million pictures, the couple were finally on their way out the door. Roman watched her walk hand in hand with the young boy, saddened at the fact that she had left without hugging him. He watched them pull off, closing the door once they were out of sight.
“Perk up, big man. She’ll be back.”
“She better,” He mumbled.
Minutes later the front door opened and the sound of heels clicking against the floor caught them off guard. Roman rose to see what was going on, Haleigh met him in the doorway of the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around him tightly catching him off guard.
“I forgot my hug, Daddy.” She mumbled into his stomach. “You let me forget.”
“It’s alright, Princess. Go have fun and call me if you need me. I’ll be there.”
It was just after ten, Koda and and his wife had turned in for the night. Roman couldn’t sleep until he knew his babygirl was home and safe. He settled on Fresh Prince reruns while he waited. He had started to dose off when the front door opened and the sound of sobbing emanated from the foyer. He waited for her to stumble into the living room before he said anything.
“What’s wrong, Hae?”
She looked up from her hands she was crying into. One look at her father and she broke down even more.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just calm down and tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
She shook her head still crying into his chest. “You’re gonna be so mad at me. I can’t tell you, Daddy.”
“I won’t, baby. Just tell me, please.” It joked him to see her like this. The only thing on his mind was killing Mickey, Mikey or whatever his name was.
“I fell and I should’ve called you sooner so that you could pick me up, Daddy.”
He rubbed her back still confused. “What does that mean?”
“Mikey didn’t take me to prom cause he liked me. He took me cause h-h-he wanted to have sex with me.” The anger rose within him. He wanted to go find the little shit by he had to comfort his baby first. “He asked me to come to the hotel party with him and I figured it would be fun since … since some of my other friends were going. Bu-but when we got to the room there wad no one else. He tried to kiss me and I told him I was wanted to go with everyone else. He told me to stop acting like I didn’t know why he asked me out.”
“What did you do then, Princess?” Roman tried to keep his anger at bay, it was getting harder and harder.
She laughed a little as she rubbed her nose. “I kneed him in the balls when he tried to take my dress off and called an uber.”
“That’s my girl,” He joked, “Look, you did good. You fell and I was here. I told you Daddy will always be there to pick you back up. Even when you think I’m not.”
“I love you, Daddy. Thank you for not getting mad.”
“Love you, too, Princess. Go on, get this stuff off and get some sleep. We can talk more in the mornin’.”
Roman waited until he heard her bedroom door shut before going to Koda’s room. His look alike was sprawled across the bed, mouth open and snoring. Roman laughed a little as he popped his bare chest waking him up.
“What? What? Something wrong?” He asked sleepily.
“Yup. Mickey didn’t listen, now we gotta pay em a lil visit,” Roman explained quickly, “Get dressed. I’ll be in the car calling your uncles and cousins. Don’t take all day or your ass is gettin’ left.”
Nobody messes with his princess and gets away with it.