throw me the alley

The Signs As Halsey Lyrics

Aries: “My ghost, where’d you go? I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me.” - Ghost

Taurus: “Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used. If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.” - Castle

Gemini: “Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine. I’m helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine.” - Hold Me Down

Cancer: “We’re the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls.” - Empty Gold

Leo: “All we do is think about the feelings that we hide. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. Sick and full of pride.” - Drive

Virgo: “I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.” - I Walk The Line

Libra: “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink.” - Colors

Scorpio: “I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my bed. They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m dead.” - Control

Sagittarius: “That’s the beauty of a secret. You know you’re supposed to keep it. But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything.” - Strange Love

Capricorn: “If there’s a light at the end, it’s just the sun in your eyes. I know you wanna go to heaven but you’re human tonight.” - Young God

Aquarius: “'Cause I’ve done some things that I can’t speak, and I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave.” - Haunting

Pisces: “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream. You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being.” - Gasoline

Unexpected Preferences (Bias X Reader) Pt.2

B/N sits at a table, sipping at his half empty glass of scotch. Gyuri sits besides him with her arms crossed, “I want to dance,” she says. 

“Then dance,” he replies. He drinks some more, hoping it will ease his headache, but the music only worsens it. 

She rolls her eyes, “Then why take me to a club if we’re not going to dance?” 

He turns to her, “I’m here nearly everyday. I wanted to stay home, you wanted to party. Why are you complaining?” 

She slams her drink on the table, spilling the beverage on him before she gets up, probably to leave or do something else. He sighs, finishing the rest of his scotch. Gyuri, technically his girlfriend, technically not. A woman his father requested him to court. Why? Because her parents mean good business. What more would he need? He has money, lots of it. This club that he sits in is his, so why would he need her? He watches her disappear into the throng of jumping people.

B/N rakes his hand through his hair in annoyance when he spots someone at one of his bars. He would’ve looked over her if it wasn’t for her bright purple hair. One woman tending to the bar with a group of customers. Why is she working alone? 

B/N admires her hard work from afar. The white blouse she wears is buttoned up to her neck with the black vest corset around her waist. He notices her pleasant expression once the people make their demands before her and once they leave, she sighs deeply. He knows she’s tired. 

Right then, her eyes meet his and he’s tempted to look away, but she does instead. He’s intrigued and he knows she’ll look back, mostly out of curiosity. She does and this time she holds his gaze daringly, tilting her head to the side and B/N can’t help but smile. He calls her towards him and he knows it’s the effect of the drink giving him a new mode of confidence. She smiles, apparently done with him as more people come to her bar. 

He finds himself getting up, moving towards her when from the corner of his eye he sees Gyuri sitting with a group of men by the back door. She sees him and smiles, caressing the face of the man she’s with. He should feel defensive, but he doesn’t. Not in the least. Gyuri is beautiful, but her personality, or what he knows of her, is not. How can he blame her? She stated early on in their relationship that she wasn’t interested, and he the same. They saw the worst of each other, which resulted in her subtly seeing other men which once again, he didn’t mind because he looked for women himself. 

He approaches the bar of the purple haired woman and she looks at him. He finds her face familiar, but can’t pinpoint where. 

“Yes?” she says, not pleased with his presence. 

“Scotch,” he says in his best English accent. He should’ve said ‘please’, but nervousness blocked his train of thought. Now he knows why she’s so familiar to him. She lives in his apartment complex and they’ve merely exchanged head nods, but he’s never spoken to her. Was it because she was a foreigner and the intimidation left him blank?  His English was moderate, he should’ve paid more attention in class. What if she didn’t speak Korean? But he finds the thought foolish. She’s working in your nightclub. Of course she’s fluent.

She hands him his drink before heading to the back. He rests his drink down and walks around the bar, examining her station. She keeps her area clean, the counter isn’t even sticky. He looks over the many bottles of alcohol and their many colors. Then he finds one dated over thirty years ago. What is this antique doing down here? No one down here deserved this. 

He spots her beside him, “How long have you had this back here?” he asks and he realizes he’s startled her. She knocks into him and he narrowly catches the bottle. After explaining the importance of this drink, he pops the question.

“Will you dance with me?” but she thinks he’s drunk. So he asks again. 

“I can’t. Work policy. But I see you have very worthy candidates,” she looks behind him but he can only look at her lips as she speaks. He’s grateful he’s tipsy, he wouldn’t have the guts or will to approach her if he was sober. 

“I’m sure the boss won’t mind,” of course he won’t. He’s the boss. 

“I can’t dance with you, but I’m going to need that bottle back,” 

He places a finger between his face, leaning in close to her, “One dance,” She leans back and he sees the bottles tilt behind her. Reflexively and partly of his own interest, he takes her by the waist, stopping her from moving too quickly, “Don’t move,” he fixes the bottles back into position as he pulls her forward. Her face is near his chin and he takes in her scent. Faint perfume clouded in alcohol, as predicted.

“Boss would have my head for that,” she says with a sigh as he steps away from her. 

He places the bottle back, smiling at her distress, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. You work hard already,” perhaps he shouldn’t have said that last part, indicating he’s been watching her. 

He sees her thinking for a moment and finally she says, “Five minutes,” 

He smiles, taking her hand as he moves to the dance floor. He wasn’t much for dancing, but she looked like the type to own the stage and he wanted to witness it first hand. But then his phone rings. It’s his father. 

He turns to her apologetically, “One minute, I’ll be back,” he heads into the bathroom, answering the phone. 

“How’s the date going?” his father asks.

“You mean, how persuasive am I being?” his father is silent for a moment and B/N suddenly remembers Gyuri, wondering if she’s still with those men, “We’re really hitting it off Dad, by tonight you might become a grandfather,” 

“Yah!” with that B/N hangs up his phone, stuffing it into his pocket. He exits the bathroom, looking for both Gyuri and the woman. The bartender isn’t at her station and Gyuri and those men are gone. He dials Gyuri’s number, hoping that she hasn’t left with some random man. How would he explain this to her parents? 

He’s about to check upstairs when he sees a flash of purple hair speed pass him, shoving him in the process. He reaches out, grabbing her arm. 

“I have to go,” she says. Her eyes are wide with fright as she tries to twist from his grip.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” he asks but she’s already pulled from his grip, racing towards the exit. Curious, he follows her outside but she’s already taking off in her car. Guess she really tried to avoid me.

He sighs, taking his phone out again to call Gyuri but then someone falls against him. He pushes them off reflexively, used to people passing out in his club, but the woman that falls is his girlfriend. 

“Gyuri,” he says, shocked to even see her. But she’s laying on the ground, unconscious with her dress ripped and face bruised. He immediately thinks the worst and his heart clenches at what might have happened. He picks her up, already getting into his blue McLaren that’s parked at the front of the club. He takes her to the hospital where they say she’s been drugged with rohypnol, but that there’s no sign that she’s been abused in the way that he feared. 

When she wakes up and he’s answered all the questions he could that her parents and doctor barked at him, he’s finally able to speak with her. 

“What happened?” he asks as he sits beside her bed. 

She looks angry, either at him or her stupidity, “I can’t remember much. All I know is that I was drinking with this guy when he took me into an alley. Then someone started throwing stuff, by that time I was already gone,” 

“Can you remember their faces?” Her eyes fill up with tears and she shakes her head. He brushes her hair from her face, angry with himself for this, “I’m sorry. I should’ve danced with you,” 

She sniffs, her eyes already forgiving as she hit his shoulder, “You should have,” 


B/N arrives home at around three in the morning. Gyuri didn’t complain to her parents, but they still blamed him for what happened to her. Even he agreed that most of it was his fault. His father wasn’t pleased with what had taken place either.

He parks his car, noticing that there’s a black vehicle he’s never seen before that’s in front of the lobby entrance. A black Bentley. He rushes into the elevator that nearly closes, meeting with a woman. He must’ve frightened her because she shoves him against the doors in defense. 

“What the hell is wrong with you!” he yells. 

“I’m sorry,” she says softly and he takes in her appearance. It’s the woman from the bar. Her eyes avert his and she hugs herself. She notices him staring and crosses her arms. 

“Hey, it’s me,” he says to her. 

She finally looks up, but he hadn’t expected her to be upset, “Did you follow me here?” 

“What? No. I just came from the hospital,” 

“Why?” she suddenly asks. 

“My g-” he starts but changes his mind, “My friend was drugged,” She looks to be thinking for a moment, “Who were you running from?” 

She turns to him, “I hope your friend’s okay,” is all she says before she steps off onto her floor. He peaks out, finding his entire night odd as he watches her head to her apartment but then sees one man in all black walk towards her. 

“There’s my girl,” he says. “Don’t make this difficult,” one of them say. My girl? B/N thinks to himself. Wait, she has a boyfriend?

“I won’t talk,” she says and he crosses out the first theory.

“I know you won’t. But I lost a girl, and I am in need of another,” the man takes her chin in his hands, turning her face to the side, “You’ll do me some good. But you’re too difficult and that’s going to be a problem,” he motions to her apartment, “Let’s talk inside?”

B/N stands in the elevator listening to their exchange as the elevator closes. He squeezes and unclenches his fist. To help or not to help. He nods at his decision. 

“Yep, this night just got weirder,” he whispers to himself. With a deep breath, he steps onto the next floor. 



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That’s How We Got Kicked Out of Chuck E. Cheese



Mady asked for handholding and said I could even use skeeball so tada! 

Bellamy tossed the balls up into the air juggling the two of them easily with one hand.

“Showboating gets you no points, roll the damn ball, Blake,” Clarke said from her spot next to him, hand on her hip and held tilted in annoyance.

“Tricks are free since I won’t need the points to beat you,” he came back with a smirk as he put one ball down and pulled back to roll the other one up the slope. The ball made the leap at the end and landed in the innermost spot, the machine lit up giving him 10,000 points. “See.”

Clarke raised her eyebrows in challenge, he winked and rolled the other ball, his last, putting it in the upper left hand corner so that the machine lit up again, this time with 5,000 points. Bellamy held out his hands and watched her tilt her head further. “It’s okay to be impressed.”

“I keep myself reserved to ensure your ego doesn’t get out of hand,” Clarke said. “Plus, I did the same thing three minutes ago so I’m not really the audience to impress with that.”

Lincoln cleared his throat and started to roll his ball down the aisle next to them. Bellamy had honestly forgotten his little sister and her boyfriend had tagged along.

“Hey, whoa, what are you-?” Bellamy turned to Clarke, then looked down at their hands which were now entwined by her doing, then back at her face again.

“I’m holding your hand.”

“I have feeling in my fingers so I’m aware,” Bellamy said. “Why are you doing that?” He was so flustered he didn’t hear Octavia laughing behind him.

“We have sex. Regularly. Why are you freaking out about this?” Clarke asked, mildly irritated.

“Because we don’t hold hands and because you’re stooping to this to win at skeeball and that’s not happening.” Bellamy didn’t untangle his hand from hers though. Clarke laughed and stroked across his thumb with her own.

“I can beat you at skeeball without this.” she raised her hand which in turn raised his. “I’m doing this so that you don’t embarrass your sister’s boyfriend.”

“Hey!” everyone present but Clarke shouted.

“My masculinity is not so fragile that I have to beat my sister’s boyfriend at skeeball to feel good about myself.” Bellamy still held her hand because if he was being real he enjoyed the feel of her skin and this whole stupid situation but skeeball was on the line so he couldn’t just let it go.

“This is a kids’ game,” Lincoln butt in.

“Whoa, whoa,” both Clarke and Bellamy spoke up now, rounding on him, forgetting their own argument.

“We’re playing skeeball at fucking Chuck E. Cheese,” Octavia defended.

“It’s not my fault we’re not allowed to go to Dave and Buster’s anymore, Jesus Christ!” Clarke argued.

“Actually it is.” Bellamy corrected.

“That’s just not true, don’t be an asshole.”

“The fuck it isn’t, you’re still blaming me for the incident?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t pretend that you weren’t in the shit, too.” They were still holding hands but they were both fuming.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want me to throw you down on that skeeball alley and-”

“Guys, I think we’re about to get kicked out of Chuck E. Cheese,” Octavia said pointing at the two scrawny employees heading their way. It was then that Clarke and Bellamy noticed the soccer moms’ death glares. One was even holding her hands over her child’s ears.

“Just grab the tickets and let’s go,” Clarke whispered, Bellamy nodded and reached for the tickets the machine spit out.

“Let’s make a run for it,” Bellamy said moving his mouth as little as possible like the teenagers tasked with booting them wouldn’t notice.

“Good plan,” Clarke said, patting him on the back before turning to run.

When they made it into the parking lot, Octavia turned to Lincoln. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could say they’re not normally like this, but well, I can’t.”

Lincoln pulled her close and kissed the top of her head while Clarke and Bellamy continued to argue. “It’s fine. I’ve never been kicked out of a place before. It was kind of fun.”