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...I also absolutely despise it when it decides to come back, just as arbitrarily <3

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Emotional Range Of A Teaspoon | Pierre Gasly

Summary: What right does he have to feel angry at the sight of Y/N and Charles? The answer is none. After all, she's only his best friend. Isn't she?

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Fluff. Jealousy. One suggestive comment

No faceclaim but British reader. 2024 timeline

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Requested: Yes (sorry it's a little late)

This one actually comes with a tiny text paragraph mid-way through

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Replies to @ PierreGASLY

Charles_Leclerc c’mon mate, it’s only been two days 

→ PierreGASLY a whole lifetime 

→ ItsYN i can’t even remember what you look like 

→ Charles_Leclerc and the people say that i am the dramatic one 

AlpineF1Team think you can channel that pain into some points this weekend?

→ PierreGASLY why aren’t you taking my pain seriously 

→ AlpineF1Team do you want us to schedule you an appointment with the counsellor?

→ ItsYN i don’t think that counsellor gets paid enough to listen to him

User1 ouch, talk about friendzoned 

→ User2 no, no, they’re in the denial stage of their friends to lovers arc

Replies to @ ItsYN

PierreGASLY i can still hear your voice

→ PierreGASLY although i’m glad you’re not making me suffer through the lost boys again

→ ItsYN okay first off, you love that movie. and second, because of that, i’m telling everyone you cried watching cars 3

→ PierreGASLY traitor!

→ LiamLawson30 as any man would!

Charles_Leclerc don’t worry y/n, i’ll have movie night with you 

→ ItsYN are you going to make me watch harry potter again?

→ Charles_Leclerc yes..?

→ ItsYN @ PierreGASLY come back please 

Replies to @ Charles_Leclerc

User3 not charles tweeting this the day after the canadian gp. y/n missed the canadian gp and you can tell poor charles had to hear all about it 

ItsYN we all know i would be the soldier and pierre would be the doting housewife crying on the platform 

→ PierreGASLY and i would look radiant doing so

Max33Verstappen he wouldn’t shut up about her during the driver’s parade. i tried to walk off and he followed me!

→ PierreGASLY i was in the middle of a sentence!

→ danielricciardo mate you know it’s bad when yapstappen needs you to stop talking

ItsYN stop talking about me. you're making it sound like we're friends

→ Charles_Leclerc excuse me but you know you want to be my bestie

→ PierreGASLY you can’t have her. she’s mine. i saw her first. shotgun or whatever you monagasques say for dibs 

→ GeorgeRussell63 actually i saw her first; her brother was my teammate when we were kids so 

→ PierreGASLY and just for that, i’m unfollowing you 

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Replies to @ CHICKEN!!

User4 whoever took this photo needs to go straight to jail. not y’all making it seem like charles and y/n are a sneaky item

User5 i knew she was shady, talking about how she couldn't make it only to end up in the winning driver’s garage 

PierreGASLY oh 

→ User6 wait no, pierre, come back. look at other tweets about this please

User7 stop being a shit stirrer. he’s literally got his other arm wrapped around alex ‘cause he was guiding the two of them through a ton of fans but that’s conveniently been cropped out 

Replies to @ BRAKKEEE

User8 i can’t believe people were trying to convince us ynarles was real when it’s clearly ynex

User9 love that charles was literally only there to keep them safe from fans and after that they were like ‘you’re done babe. now we run off into the sunset’ 

User10 watching him chase after them was so funny tho because he was literally yelling “let me play too” 

Replies to @ ItsYN

User11 oh no, we’re so sorry. we were just so happy to see you 

→ User12 yeah and pierre would’ve been happy to see her as well if you hadn’t blasted her all over the internet 

→ User13 pierre didn't exactly look all that happy though. he wouldn’t stop glaring at poor charles  

→ User12 maybe because you guys made it seem like his best friend lied to him to be with charles

Thumb aimlessly swiping at the screen of his phone, Pierre scanned the tweets as they passed, making note of a cute waffle shop in Monaco that he knew Y/N would love. Nothing of note appeared to have been posted as most of the Grid were waiting to hear where Sainz had signed. Hand halting, Pierre’s eyes flickered across the screen once. Twice. And then a third time just to be sure. His last message to Y/N had gone unanswered and now there was a picture of her on Twitter, claiming to be from today. With Charles’ arm around her. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and a derisive scoff filled his driver’s room. What happened to being unable to book the time off work, he thought bitterly to himself. Instead she was in the Paddock with a red-clad arm wrapped around her. Before he could restrain himself, he had clicked on the ‘reply’ button. A knock at the door pulled him from his downward spiral, preventing him from looking further into the comments gushing about how cute his best friend and closest F1 friend looked as a couple. 

“Pierre, time to warm up.”

“D’accord.”

He locked his phone before dumping it onto the massage table, storming out of his driver’s room, unaware that if he had scrolled down another two posts, he would’ve seen a picture of Y/N with Alexandra and a tweet from the woman herself. 

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ItsYN just posted

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ItsYN an amazing weekend in barcelona watching my best friend do his thing and achieve some well-deserved points. a huge thank you to charles and alex for helping me sneak into the paddock last-minute tagged: pierregasly, charles_leclerc and alexandrasaintmleux 

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alpinef1team our favourite things rolled into one post 

→ ItsYN mine too! 

→ User1 sis, get off the floor 

estebanocon should i be offended that you wearing my cap didn’t make the post 

→ ItsYN shh i can’t have my people thinking i have friends other than pear 

danielricciardo PIERRE GASSLLLYYYYY

→ ItsYN go thirst over him on his posts. my insta is a 310 free zone

→ danielricciardo just admit that you’re jealous of our love and move on

→ ItsYN was he publicly crying over missing YOU? i don’t think so 

→ danielricciardo that’s because i’m a better friend than you and i’ve been here the whole time

→ ItsYN blocked 

alexandrasaintmleux thank you for trusting me with the surprise! 

→ ItsYn thank you for being so wonderful and helping 🩷 (and stopping charles from throttling me)

→ charles_leclerc it’s because you wouldn’t stop saying thank you and asking me if i was “sure that it’s no bother” to help you 

→ It’sYN sorry for being considerate! 

User2 not to be that person but has anyone else noticed that pierre hasn’t commented?

→ User3 i'm getting the feeling that, despite all his online complaining, he wasn’t overly excited to see his best friend this weekend? 

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User4 not the f1wags posting her, they know the truth

→ User5 what truth. it doesn’t look they’re even friends anymore

User7 it’s the way she looks like she’s trying to explain/talk to him and he’s just yelling at her 

→ User8 i used to root for them to get together but now that he’s yelled at her :/

User9 y/n is stronger than me because if a man pointed his finger like that at me, i’d savagely bite it off 

User10 uh, who does he think he is talking to y/n l/n that way

User11 i bet it’s because he thought y/n was there for charles and got jealous 

→ User12 i’ve connected the dots

→ User13 you ain’t connected shit

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User14 idk which one i want to be more

→ User15 that’s because you want to be their third instead 

User16 i’m thirsty. anyone else thirsty

LandoNorris oh god my eyes

→ danielricciardo this is why you should stop looking at x rated things on the internet 

→ User17 what happened to your pr training?

→ Charles_Leclerc what happened to pierre’s?

User18 if only he could transfer this kind of passion onto the track 

User19 uh, the clarity of the third one?? did admin take this and then leak it online? 

→ AlpineF1Team i'm afriad that we’re finding out along with you guys but we’re not gonna pretend like we weren’t rooting for this 

ItsYN why am i trending on twitter?

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ItsYN just posted

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ItsYN my little pain au chocolat 💕

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pierregasly we talked about you calling me pastries 

→ ItsYn yes, we did. and i didn’t take into account anything you said

→ pierregasly you are very lucky you're cute

→ ItsYN it's gotten me far in life

User1 talk about a hard launch

→ User2 they weren’t really given the choice considering they were caught snogging all over barcelona last weekend

alpinef1team pierre repping the alpine colours 

→ ItsYN release your chokehold on my man

→ alpinef1team no, you release your chokehold on our man 

→ ItsYN what happened to being supportive of this?

→ alpinef1team that was before all he did was yap about you!

lilymhe babe, this isn’t you. get up and come back to me 

→ ItsYN i’m sorry but i don’t think i can come back from this 

→ lilymhe what about us, what about everything we’ve been through

→ ItsYN you know i never wanted to hurt you

→ alex_albon @ pierregasly guess i’ll be seeing you at the next karaoke marathon 

→ pierregasly only if you sing breaking free with me

→ ItsYN this is why i love you

landonorris let’s take a moment for our fallen soldier… we lost an honourable brit to a french man

→ pierregasly it’s not my fault that i have charm and you don’t 

→ danielricciardo i didn’t realise charm meant having a tantrum when she asks your friend for help to surprise you 

→ pierregasly we agreed not to speak of that! 

→ ItsYN i don’t think you’re living this one down, macaron

charles_leclerc can you tell him to put his clothes back on, please

→ ItsYN i tried but he seems incapable of keeping them on around me

→ pierregasly charles is just jealous of my amazing physique 

→ charles_leclerc best you not talk about jealousy 

User4 @ ItsYN i love that they’ve not had a chance to pr train you yet

→ ItsYN never! 

User5 and they called me crazy when i said friends to lovers! 

→ ItsYN tbf hun, so did we. it took us a minute

→ User6 so pierre is slow on and off the track 

→ pierregasly hey! 

pierregasly just posted

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pierregasly from movie nights to drunken karaoke, i would go on any adventure with you 

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ItsYN my best friend and my love 

→ alexandrasaintmleux i thought i was your best friend 

→ ItsYN i’m not allowed to post shirtless pics of you online though

→ charles_leclerc no you are not! 

→ User7 i hope pr never got ahold of her

→ alpinef1team she has an appointment with them on thursday

yukitsunoda0511 is this what they call simping?

→ pierregasly no

→ ItsYN yes

maxverstappen1 does this mean you’ll stop talking about her during driver’s parades?

→ pierregasly no 

→ yukitsunoda0511 he’ll just stop talking about whether she’s interested in any of us 

→ ItsYN he did that?

→ pierregasly no!

→ maxverstappen1 yes, the latest victim was logan

→ charles_leclerc actually i was the latest victim, and i will remain the most famous. my jealousy era is forever captured on the internet 

→ logansargeant @ pierregasly is that why you kept asking me what i thought about her?

landonorris you guys are kinda cute when you’re not yelling at her 

→ ItsYN please stop saying this. i'm the one who has to listen to him apologise over and over for the millionth time

→ pierregasly because i feel bad! 

→ ItsYN omg i know! 

danielricciardo mate, we get it. she’s your girl now but you can let go of her for two seconds. she’s not going to disappear

→ pierregasly it’s called a healthy attachment

→ ItsYN he says whilst cuddled into my neck and following me to the bathroom

lilymhe she’s so hot, drop me her @ please

→ pierregasly back off

→ ItsYN i’m right here bby girl. let me take out on a date 

→ charles_leclerc careful lily or he might start yelling at you next 

alpinef1team we’ve been asked by an anonymous source that you all refrain from discussing previous events. reparations have been made and it’s been advised that such an event remain in the past 

→ danielricciardo lol he ran to mom

→ landonorris anonymous source, my ass. just tag him

→ georgerussell63 this is so lame

→ alex_albon mate, this is more obvious than pierre’s jealousy 

→ charles_leclerc even i cannot support him through this 

→ ItsYN i love you, my little croissant, but i cannot pretend that this is normal

→ pierregasly ultimate betrayal

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Sorry if this wasn’t angst enough. Humour and fluff are more my forte.

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A doctor’s worry – Zayne

P: Zayne x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: mc overworking themselves (as usual), Zayne worrying over mc, Yvonne being a good friend, Zayne's sweet tooth, some indulgent fluff for the soul, calling Zayne 'Doctor Li' bc that's how the title works infold, obv don't take my desc of hospital life too seriously lmao | Wc: 718 | W: mc has an injury but no graphic desc. | R: G

Min's notes: When I tell you I was just writing this all day at work lmao. I just love the way Zayne loves </3

"Hey, Zayne? Do we have the MRI results from last night's case?" Greyson's asking him, both doctors on their way to their respective offices after catching each other in the car park.

"We should do, I'll forward it on to you once I'm inside."

The hospital's busy today, everyone's schedule packed with either meetings, patient appointments, surgeries, or some unholy combination of all three. And for once, Zayne couldn't be more thankful that his schedule is much the same, the gruelling but rewarding hours of his double shift awaiting him.. Sat in his chair while he types out a letter of recommendation for a patient just gone to see a physiotherapist, Zayne sips on the glass of water on his desk, too occupied to do much else other than his job.

At least today, being busy out of his mind helps. It helps him not stress over y/n taking a mission in the No Hunt Zone. The hunter, for all their skill and natural talent, has a mind numbingly stubborn habit of overworking themselves to the point of injury and beyond. Which is why Zayne is trying to bury his concern underneath an avalanche of work, because y/n is working on a sprained ankle.

The doctor even managed to spot the beginning signs of swelling that morning before they left, but y/n was already out the door by the time he opened his mouth.

See you tonight love, they had said, don't push yourself too hard.

How cruel, to remind him to not push himself all the while leaving the vines of worry to bloom around his heart. But he loves y/n anyway, so they're not to blame when Zayne finds that he's no longer frustrated by the waiting, just longing for his hunter to return home so he can fuss over them until the vines relent until the next time they decide to put themselves at risk.

So lost in replying to emails, Zayne nearly doesn't hear the knock at the door, looking up from his screen moments before the knocking becomes more urgent.

"Come in."

"Doctor Li?" It's Yvonne, and Zayne's frigid politeness melts away a tad into something a bit more friendly. "You didn't show up for lunch... so I thought I'd take the liberty of bringing something up from the cafeteria. I recall y/n mentioning your affinity for sweet things?"

It's then, as he's taking the boxed lunch with a gentle thank you, that Zayne notices the separate box of two macarons that Yvonne's handing him. They're from his favourite café. Of course they are. Of course, his love would dutifully tell his colleagues what to do should he be too absorbed in his work. Astra above, he loves them.

When Yvonne leaves, clearly satisfied that the cardiovascular specialist isn't going to go hungry, Zayne allows himself to smile, his own heart fond and aching all the same.

"I'll save one for you."

In between his responsibilities and workload, the doctor hardly realises when the sun begins to set, painting the sky all kinds of pinks and oranges before, inevitably, the sky is dark. Moonlight shines through the gaps in his closed blinds, illuminating his desk in its cool light for a handful of minutes until Zayne is forced to get up and turn the lights on, fluorescent white irritating his eyes for a second. If y/n was here, they'd tell him to squint first, let his eyes adjust until he's comfortable. He can't help but think about them now, most of his tasks done for the day and his mind free enough to think about his lover, how much he misses them, would rather they stay in his arms, stay off their injury and rest...

His phone rings.

"Hello." His expression is soft.

"Zayne! Sorry for going no contact love," y/n says, clearly satisfied with their day. They're forgiven, as always. "I'm on my way back to the office, I'll see you in the hour?"

"Sure. I'll come and pick you up, you shouldn't be putting anymore strain on your ankle."

He can practically hear the amused rolling-of-eyes from y/n.

"Yes doctor~ see you soon! Love you!"

"Love you too, y/n." He hangs up the phone and takes a good look at his office. He can afford to leave a little early tonight.

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

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Part 3

Pairing: Chan x Reader + hardcore Felix Fluff

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: big Fluff, Suggestive stuff

Word Count: 2.8k

Note: So I‘m getting into tumblr and learn every few seconds new stuff. Still confused btw. So here we go with an other Part. Have fun! Who doesn‘t love a good slow burn?

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The months flew by and you had learned more in a very short time than ever before in your life.

It turned out that you had a hidden talent for the job. You were able to remember all the dates, appointments and important facts without any problems, got to know important contacts in no time and soon knew every detail about the history of Stray Kids.

In the first few months the guys helped you extremely to immerse yourself in the K-Pop world and even though it was very different from the media world in America, your experience helped immensely. Your contacts around the world were also an advantage for JYP Entertainment. Especially when it came to planning future projects and concerts abroad.

It didn't take long for a friendly relationship to develop between you and the kids. It was unavoidable, after all you were the same age and the boys were so charming that it couldn't leave anyone distant. They did not attach importance to a professional relationship and loved it just to have fun and tease each other all the time.

Each one had his own charm and you admired not only their talent, but also their enormous amount of work and drive they put into every little detail of their career.

You quickly realized that they were like brothers to each other as well, and especially through Chan, you got to know many stories from their trainee-days.

The night at the club has remained unmentioned ever since. As if it had never happened, but you couldn't stop the memories from playing like a movie in front of your inner eye when Chan came into your office with a warm smile, when he stretched out on the sofa in the studio, or when he kept looking at you to see if you liked his concepts for new songs.

To be honest, you had already become a huge fan of their music in the first few days and the fact that they produced everything themselves was even more impressive.

Chan still went out of his way to make you feel welcome and although it was your job to make sure everything went smoothly and without a hitch for the guys, it was him who was constantly concerned about your well-being.

It was Monday morning when you walked into your office with your eyes on the schedule for today. You set the Ipad down on your desk and sighed because of the huge amount of work, that heads in-front of you. The Comeback of Straykids was planned to take place in a few month and you would have to get a lot of thing done, before that could happen. When you lifted your eyes, you couldn't help but grin.

Like every morning, there was a steaming mug of coffee on your desk.

It had started when Felix had seemingly casually asked how you liked your coffee best.

Chan had been sitting at his laptop with thick headphones on his ears. Which is exactly why you were even more surprised when there had been a matcha latte macchiato on your table the next morning and Chan was the only one already in the building.

It was always like that. The leader was the first one in the studio early in the morning and usually the last one to leave. You were sure by now that he often didn't even go home at all.

Just as you took a sip of the hot coffee, a message popped up on your phone.

"The song is ready. Wanna hear it first?"

Immediately, you jumped up and ran to Chan in the studio. He was sitting in his chair and turned to you when you walked in.

He had a mug of black coffee in front of him as well, and smiled broadly when he saw the mug he bought you in your hand.

"Good morning, beautiful", he chirped.

"Morning, Channie. Already working?", you asked and he nodded sleepy.

"I also tried the one with matcha powder today because you're so excited about it“, he said as you dropped down on the sofa behind him.

"So?", you asked eagerly, clasping the warm cup with both hands.

Along the way, you slipped off your black pumps and pulled your legs up to get comfortable on the sofa. When it was just you and the boys, nothing felt like work and they had made sure you could completely relax in their presence.

It was nice to see that they trusted you too and were themselves when you are together.

Chan scrunched his nose and turned all the way around to face you.

"It tastes horrible. How can you drink that?"

You furrowed your eyebrows and pointed at his half-empty cup.

"That didn't stop you from drinking it!"

"Caffeine is caffeine.“

Chan leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head.

As he did, you looked at him properly for the first time today. His hair was curly and a complete mess. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked exhausted.

Your eyes wandered over the empty ramen cups and water bottles that were all over his desk.

"Channie, have you been here all night again?", you asked cautiously, setting the cup down on the table.

He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and yawned in confirmation.

"Jisung sent me his part yesterday and it took me all night to revise the track. But now it's finished."

Worried you pressed your lips together and sighed.

"I know! Don't look at me like that and don't say it! Please."

But you said it anyway:

"Chan, you need to sleep more and take a break too!"

„It's funny, that you say that“, he muttered when he had already turned back to his screen.

"Excuse me?", you asked, and he glanced over his shoulder.

"You didn't get out of your office until midnight last night. You think I wouldn‘t notice?"

"Are you stalking me, you creep?"

He couldn't hold back his laughter now and clicked on a file on his laptop.

"You wish. You would like that, huh?"

Now you had to laugh, too.

"Really charming."

He winked cheekily at you over his shoulder and his courser hovered over the play button for what seemed like an eternity now.

"What's on the schedule today?", he asked after a few seconds, and that's when you couldn't help but grab a pillow and throw it at his head.

"Stop stalling for time! If you don't show me the song right now, I'm going to kill you! Seriously Chris!“

He knew that if you said his name like that again he could not refuse you a single wish. Chan put the pillow in his lap and squinted his eyes as he finally started the song.

You couldn't understand why he always were so nervous before he showed you some of his work. He and the other guys were real geniuses when it came to creating music out of thin air.

The beat was fast but melodic and when the first rap part of Changbin started, you were already excited.

The hook was already catchy after the second repetition and every single line was again something special.

By the time the song was over, Chan had pressed the pillow against his face as if he couldn't stand your reaction.

It was cute that he seemed to care so much about your opinion, even though millions of people loved what he created.

Carefully, he lowered the pillow and looked at you in fear.

"What do you think?", he asked, and you leaned back on the couch.

"Please be honest!"

Briefly, you paused and looked at him. His hopeful face was so cute that you had to look at the floor to keep from staring.

"It's okay", you replied, crossing your arms unimpressed.

Chan looked like he was going to cry at any moment and gripped the pillow so tightly that his knuckles stood out white.

"Okay?", he repeated back to you, and you immediately felt sorry for him as he looked disappointedly at his screen, as if he could figure out the mistake that way.

"Maybe I should have arranged the first part differently.... If I..."

At that point, you couldn't take it anymore and started to bursted out laughing. Without understanding, he looked at you again.

"I'm just messing with you! This song is amazing. I want to hear it again."

Chan now looked completely confused and didn't quite realize what you were saying yet. He was clearly too tired and you felt guilty for playing with his emotions like that.

At least until the corners of his mouth lifted dangerously.

"You really are unbelievable...", he muttered and you tried to avoid grinning like an idiot.

"Are you serious? You like it?"

"Yes. This is really extremely good, Chan! Can we hear it again?"

"For you to play with my feelings like that..."

Now he finally seemed to believe you, but before you could get to safety, he had jumped up out of his chair and tossed the pillow aside. A challenging glint entered his eyes and you got goosebumps right away.

"What are you up to?", you asked, looking up at him in intimidation.

"You almost broke my heart! You'll get that back!", he said, grinning like a menace. Wide-eyed, you slid back, but he was already leaning over you, pinching your sides.

You tried to fight off his hands, but since you were way too ticklish and he was much stronger, you just squirmed under him giggling and already had tears in your eyes.

Seungmin had found out by accident that you were extremely ticklish when he had teased you and lightly pinched your side. You had let out a squeak that silenced even Han's torrent of words. Since then, Chan and Han especially liked to take advantage of that.

"Stop it, please!", you pleaded, chuckling and pressing your back harder into the back of the sofa, but Chan was clearly enjoying your suffering and grinning wickedly.

"Then apologize!" he said, pinching your side again.

You gasped with laughter and shook your head.

"No way!"

"Then I won't stop."

Desperately, you grabbed his wrist and actually managed to pull him off his feet with one tug. What you didn't consider was that he was now falling on top of you.

At the last moment he caught himself next to your head and you stared at each other, startled.

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as now suddenly his lips hovered just a finger's width in front of yours, his body was tight against yours and you felt the fabric of his pants against your inner thighs.

His eyes also wandered aimlessly through your face until they lingered on your lips.

Your breath stopped and you had to think again about that night at the club when you both didn't know who the other was.

Your hand was still grabbing his wrist and even though he had been working all night, he smelled like soap and woodsy perfume.

"Chan“, was the only thing you managed to say as his breath bounced against your lips. A Deja-vu rolled over you and he probably felt the same way. His chest was pressed against yours, so you could feel his heartbeat racing.

Then suddenly the door handle was pushed down and you scattered apart as fast as startled pigeons.

Your heart was pounding in your ears and you tugged your skirt back into place, which had slipped all the way up your legs.

Changbin was standing in the middle of the room, looking back and forth between Chan and you in confusion because of the strange silence.

Chan, meanwhile, was sitting back in his chair, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"Am I interrupting something?", Changbin asked, and you both shook your heads vehemently.

"No! Not at all!", you quickly said and grabbed your coffee to give your nervous hands something to do.

Shortly after Changbin, Jisung, Hyunjin and Jeongin also arrived, they listened to the finished song as well, meanwhile you remained silent, trying to find a explanation for what had almost happened just then.

If Changbin hadn't interrupted you, what would have happened? This time you had been sober, and yet it had just happened.

It wasn't supposed to happen. After all, you were working for Chan. JYP himself would kill each of you if they would know just a bit of what had happened and even more if they knew about the unholy thoughts wandering around your head.

At some point, you felt a hand brush your knee and looked into Hyunjin's worried eyes.

"Are you all right?", he asked quietly.

Briefly, you looked to Chan, who was discussing another song with Jisung and Jeongin. Your eyes met for a moment, but you quickly looked away and put on a carefree smile.

"It's all right, Jinnie! I'm just a little tired."

Hyunjin frowned and looked less than convinced. To reassure him, you put a hand on his and squeezed it gently.

Glancing at your phone, you stood up and that's when the conversation in the room fell silent.

"I need to get back to work. Chan will you send me the finished song so we can work on the concept?", you asked monotonously.

Chan nodded curtly.

"Sure."

The tension in the air was thick and the others looked back and forth between you two in confusion. Then you left the room and, to your good fortune, your phone rang.

Thanks to talking to the choreographer about the new dances for the comeback, you were able to distract yourself for quite a while.

Later that day, there was a knock on your door. You looked up from the email you were writing to one of the makeup artists who was up for selection to come on tour with the kids.

Felix waved in greeting, putting a smile right on your face.

"Hey," he said, standing in front of the table.

"Hey, Lix," you mumbled tiredly, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hyunjin told me you behaved a little weird earlier. Are you okay?"

You closed your eyes for a moment and smiled. Hyunjin and Felix could both sense from miles away when something was wrong. It was always remarkable how observant they both were of the people surrounding them.

"I'm just tired."

"Then take a break! We ordered food and we all want to relax together in the practice room. Come on, it'll be fun!"

"I know what you're trying to do. But I really have a lot to do."

"You're always making sure I don't overwork myself and that it doesn't get too much for me. Now I want to take care of you. You need a break too!"

When you made no move to get up, he came around the table and took your hands in his. Gently he pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you tightly.

Oddly enough, that was exactly what you had needed just then. Felix's body heat and pleasant scent allowed you to breathe a sigh of relief at that moment, and you no longer felt as crushed as you had all day.

He rested his chin on your shoulder as you returned the hug and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You don't have to say what's wrong. We just want you to feel better“, he murmured empathetically, stroking his hands over your back. His touch was so intimate, yet full of respect, that it took your breath away. As before with Chan, you simply felt comfortable in Felix's arms. As you break away from him with a heavy sigh, you continue to keep your arms wrapped around his neck. He also continues to hold you by the waist and only through this you feel upright again. His eyes look warmly at you and a gentle smile spreads across your lips.

"Thank you, Lixie. I needed that."

"I know."

His empathy was from another world. It was comfortable to be so close to him, tightly pressed at each other and your faces just a hand's width apart. His eyes began to roam over your face as his hands stroked up your sides a little.

"You're very important to me...to us“, he said in his deep voice, which immediately caused a flutter in your stomach.

In response, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, which made him freeze. It had happened simply because you could not express in words your gratitude for him. It was just a quick kiss, but Felix's body was suddenly tense. He had to swallow as his gaze wandered down and caught at your cleavage. He quickly stared at your face, caught, and his cheeks turned rosy. With a clearing of his throat, he carefully let go of you.

"Are you coming with me?"

With a warm feeling in your stomach, you finally nodded.

"Only if there's sushi!"

Relieved, he laughed and took your hand.

"Anything you want.“

His fingers intertwined with yours and he pulled you with him.

->Part 4

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My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Minami Natsume - An Idol's Daily Life Rabbit Chat: Part 1 - Motorcycle License

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections

Tsumugi Takanashi: Good work today, Natsume-san! Thank you for taking the time to greet us earlier despite being so busy.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I didn't know ŹOOĻ also had a recording at the same studio. The IDOLiSH7 members were happy to talk to you all, even if it was just for a short time!

Minami Natsume: Good work today. Thank you as well.

Minami Natsume: We heard Yotsuba-san and the others having fun from the hallway, so Isumi-san became curious. I'm glad we got to greet everyone.

Minami Natsume: Actually, I wanted to apologize for being the only one to leave early.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Oh, there's no need! Were you able to make it to your next appointment on time?

Minami Natsume: It wasn't for work. I'm currently attending driving school to obtain a motorcycle license.

Tsumugi Takanashi: What!? A motorcycle!?

Minami Natsume: Is it really that surprising?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Well, it's just that you didn't strike me as the motorcycle type…!

Tsumugi Takanashi: But I think it would suit you very well!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Minami Natsume: I see. Everyone has the same reaction when I tell them about it.

Minami Natsume: Isumi-san, Inumaru-san, and Mido-san too. After being surprised, they all thought for a moment and said, "It suits you."

Tsumugi Takanashi: I can understand how they feel…! It is unexpected, but when I imagine you riding one, it's just so cool…

Tsumugi Takanashi: Are you perhaps getting a license because you have plans to ride one for a drama or a movie?

Minami Natsume: No, I just thought it seemed fun when I saw Inumaru-san riding one. I would like to take on such a role someday, though.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Now that you mention it, Inumaru-san did ride a motorcycle during the 'NEXT Re:vale' Valentine's date project!

Tsumugi Takanashi: The IDOLiSH7 members all watched the broadcast and couldn't help but admire him. They said they wanted to try riding a motorcycle as well.

Minami Natsume: His riding was so impressive it felt almost unfair. I heard there were many requests from people wanting to ride with him.

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Tsumugi Takanashi: But you're very busy, so isn't it hard to attend driving school while you're working?

Tsumugi Takanashi: It took me a long time to get my car license too > <

Minami Natsume: That is true. My schedule is indeed packed, but it's refreshing because it's something I have not studied before.

Minami Natsume: Obtaining a car license is more difficult than obtaining a motorcycle license, after all. The course period is longer, so it's understandable that it takes time.

Tsumugi Takanashi: No… in my case, I had trouble passing the provisional license test…

Minami Natsume: I see.

Minami Natsume: I always thought you were very capable, but this is an unexpected side of you.

Tsumugi Takanashi: However, I've practiced a lot since then to be able to drive everyone around, so now I'm perfect at it!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Minami Natsume: Impressive. You worked hard for your job. I will follow your example and do my best too.

Minami Natsume: Thankfully, I just so happen to have knowledgeable mentors around me that can teach me many things about riding a motorcycle.

Tsumugi Takanashi: You mean Inumaru-san?

Minami Natsume: Yes. And Mido-san as well. They are both quite passionate about teaching me traffic rules and even things like the correct riding posture.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Wow! Having both of them around must be reassuring!

Minami Natsume: They've been teaching me more thoroughly than the driving school, so it feels like I have already attended the classes.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I can tell they're excited for you to be able to ride a motorcycle…!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Minami Natsume: They are truly such lovely people.

Minami Natsume: We had an argument earlier today about who would get to have Isumi-san as their passenger if the four of us were to go touring.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Who does Isumi-san prefer riding with?

Minami Natsume: Mido-san. He said that because Mido-san is good at driving cars, he's likely stable on motorcycles too.

Tsumugi Takanashi: What about Inumaru-san…?

Minami Natsume: His driving is a bit rough. It's not as bad on a motorcycle compared to a car, but Isumi-san still gets motion sickness when he drives.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I see…!

Minami Natsume: Therefore, it seems Inumaru-san is currently working hard to practice driving more smoothly.

Tsumugi Takanashi:

End of Part 1.

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RICK REDEMPTION ARC IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD GUYS LIKE OH MY GOD

Now just to make myself clear, by "redemption" I mean him being a better person, don't get me wrong he's still an abusive, toxic, manipulative, asshole but he's trying you guyssssssss. Like he started going to therapy when he says he doesn't respect therapy in season 3 you guyssssssssss. He's spoiling Morty you guyssssssssssssss. He's treating Morty like an actual human being you guysssssssssss.

Ok onto the actual post- His redemption arc is actually so good omfg- Now to be fair, he's still in the process, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little optimistic about where it's headed, I mean so far it's going really well, he started changing after season 4, which makes sense considering in the finale he said "Holy shit I'm a terrible father." and sat alone in the garage, which is what he deserves but I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry at that scene even though it's exactly what he deserves considering what an asshole he's been in that season. Now after this realization, seeing what a terrible father he truly was, he started changing, for most of season 5 he was still mostly the same ol' Rick. He was still an asshole, was still insulting Morty, y'know much of the same, he wasn't as bad as he was in season 4, but he wasn't exactly good, then then we get to the finale, he actually feels guilt for coming back to Morty after the crows left him, when Morty asked, he couldn't even give Morty a straight answer, he just looked to the ground and sighed. He couldn't even look Morty in the eye. Season 4 Rick would probably just say yes and brush it off with some sarcastic comment, but season 5 Rick couldn't even bring himself to do that.

In season 6 we can see that he stopped his hunt for Rick Prime, even if it was just temporary because Morty sees him as his grandfather and not Rick Prime, you can tell that meant a lot to Rick since his angry expression melted away as soon as Morty said that. (Also yes, this scene makes me cry shut up)

He's also a lot gentler to Morty here, is he perfect? No but a lot of his actions seem more like him being a goofy grandpa then him actually being mean, he gets closer to Jerry, lays off of Morty a bit, and actually puts in effort to spend time with the kid, and he actually goes to therapy on his own accord, sure he didn't want to call it therapy at the beginning but he still kept going even after Dr. Wong said it was therapy and is now going every week, I mean could you imagine season 3 or season 4 Rick going to therapy? Actually scheduling his appointments and paying for therapy? Need I remind you that this is the man who turned himself into a pickle so he doesn't have to go to family therapy? Who pretending he was disintegrating so he wouldn't have to go? Who literally programmed his garage to have a "family therapy mode"? Who programmed the therapist's office with voice activated commands in case he needed to leave? This man, the same man, is going to therapy.

At the end of the season when Morty called him "boring" he regressed and continued his self-destructive hunt for Rick Prime again. Now I may have poked fun at him for this in some of my other posts, but it was more than that, that was the moment where he thought Morty just stopped caring about him. He thought the most important person to him, the only thing holding him back from a mental breakdown *cough* codependency *cough* didn't care about him at all. When we know that's not true, sure Morty lashed out, but he earned the right to after everything Rick put him through. So he left and built a perfect copy of him to take his place. He could've programmed it to be just as mean as him, or even more mean than him. But he literally programmed it to be a good grandpa to, love, and make Morty happy. That was it. He did this for someone who he thought didn't care about, someone he though, in his own words, had become "dogshit" to. Yet he still put in the time and effort to make a robot designed to make Morty happy, when it would've just been easier to just make the robot the same as him. And here's the kicker, when Rickbot reveals it, sure Rick is frustrated and sends Rickbot an angry glare, but he doesn't deny it. Could you imagine season 1-5 Rick doing this? I couldn't. Also in this scene, he manhandles Morty significantly less, I honestly think this may have been the season where he stopped manhandling Morty, correct me if I'm wrong.

Now in season 7, in all the episodes he never treat Morty all too bad. Let's analyze how he treats Morty in each episode shall we?

Episode 1 ~ How Poopy got his poop back

They don't really interact in this episode, Rick just gave Morty a sarcastic response when Morty said "Hey buddy, got you a coffee" and when Morty asked "Have you found him (Rick Prime) yet?" which while it isn't nice, it's better than how he treated Morty in season 4, since he never insults Morty directly.

Episode 2 ~ The Jerrick Trap

Another episode where they don't interact a lot, and when they do it's not really Rick it's like half Jerry half Rick. Buttttt he does have a new "Touch my grandson and die policy" and it's confirmed in that episode that both Rick and Jerry love their family, even if they are horrible at showing it. He does snap at Morty for literally no reason at the end, but still. Comparing it to say, Mortynight Run, the second episode of season 2 where he constantly insults Morty, it shows progress.

Episode 3 ~ Air Force Wong

Again, they don't really interact a lot, man they really ignored Morty in season 7, but he does stand up for Morty when the president insults him, when the president said "Tell Morty to shut up!" Morty says "Tell him he can't talk to me like that!" And season 1-4 Rick would probably just ignore Morty, he actually listens and tells the president "You can't talk to Morty like that." This episode also reveals that he's still going to therapy every week, which is a huge thing!

Episode 4 ~ That's Amorte

He's pretty rude to Morty in this episode, even straight up telling him "The only reason why you're still alive right now, is because you don't turn delicious when you die." Which we all know is a lie, but that doesn't make it better. But I'm pretty sure this was supposed to mirror Mortynight run, which is why I at least found Rick to be pretty out of character in this episode, but he's still physically gentle with Morty, with putting his hand on Morty's back instead of manhandling him like how he would in earlier seasons, and even if it's wrong that he was feeding the family people, he didn't do it out of malicious intent like how most would expect, he just genuinely thought it was good and wanted the family to try it, does that make it right? No, but still. He also (Like everyone else) lost the taste for it when he saw exactly what they were eating.

Episode 5 ~ Unmortricken

Honestly besides his sarcastic comment at the beginning of the episode "Thanks buddy, means a lot that your bar for mental health has gotten lower than mine." and "You should count chickens professionally, Morty." He's pretty sweet to Morty, he was worried for Morty and didn't move until he made sure Morty was ok when they were all in the box, and when he finished making the portal, he made sure Morty got in by pulling him in by his shirt to be sure that Morty was safe, these are all very small details but they say a lot, he also doesn't let Morty come with him because he was worried about him and wanted to keep him away from a very dangerous adventures, which considering that he took Morty on a traumatizing adventure in "Rest and Ricklaxation" It's nice to see that he's actually starting to worry about taking him on dangerous adventures and wants to keep him out of them, this was confirmed when Evil Morty replied "I'm not worried about him, I'm evil!" when Rick angrily said "You brought Morty with you!?" and he even lets Morty hug him without pushing him away

which is a step up from him softly pushing Morty away when Morty attempted to hug him in "Solaricks"

We can also see that he fakes a smile in the end, which is, again leagues above what he would've done in seasons 1-4

Episode 6 ~ Rickfending your Mort

Ahhhh he's so sweet to Morty in this episodeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We see in this episode that his inner grandpa comes out with Morty and that he spoils Morty, he gives Morty basically whatever he asks for with no resistance or complaining. They do argue, but Rick really mellowed down and didn't insult Morty like at all during the argument, really the only insulting things he did was when he called Morty a little gremlin and accused Morty of lying about the punch cards. Even when Morty fessed up, he didn't rub his nose in it or brag about it like usual. He just said one thing "Hah! Can we playback that confession?" but that was it, and he still accepted the punch cards anyway and is extremely excited when him and Morty are going on adventures again, and smiles when he sees Morty excited about another gun, don't give guns to kids. But when Rick does it, it's his way of spoiling Morty, he just doesn't really know how, but he's tryinggggggggg. He also genuinely thanks Morty for keeping him on track with the punch cards instead of giving some back-handed thank you like how he did in season 1 episode 10. which is nice to see. He also is genuinely bonding with Morty with the pet cemetery scene.

Episode 7 ~ Wet Kaut Summer

Another one without many Rick and Morty interactions...man Morty gets pushed away a lot, butttt we do see more of him spoiling Morty, which is always welcome, and he does try to get Morty back which is sweet, I also thought him bragging to Summer about how he saves Morty a lot was kinda cute in a pathetic way "I save Morty 8 times per season!" We also see him be nice to Summer and open up to her about Diane "I treat you like an equal because I respect you! You remind me of your grandmother."

Episode 8 ~ Rise of the Numericons the Movie

Eh this one was just a weird fever dream, Rick wasn't in this episode like...at all. He wasn't even mentioned once.

Episode 9 ~ 90s fad toys

Rick is just really sweet to Morty here, when Morty messed up by releasing Bigfoot, he seems more worried about how him and Morty will get home rather than mad, and listens to Morty explain without interrupting, unlike other seasons the only mean thing he says was "I could probably teach these idiots how to hit a red button!" which is really pretty mild considering some of the other stuff he said during his arguments with Morty in seasons 1-4 including but not limited to: "You're a piece of shit Morty!" "I'll let you know when I have a point, and the world will know when I try to hurt you!" "Morty, you little lying world-ending pervert!" "I'm really glad you insisted on getting that Fart home, at least all the death and destruction wasn't for nothing y'know?" "I'm going to take a biggg fat Morty, that's my new word for shit due to today's events." "Okay Morty, you big party-pooper buzzkill! Boo!" and is pretty sweet to Morty during his fight with Bigfoot, even encouraging Morty not to help him due to a fear of Morty getting hurt, even when he was getting brutally beaten "Don't worry Morty, I got this under control" and he even cried in front of Morty instead of pretending like he has no emotions, which is a lot more significant when you consider that Morty was the only person (In the smith family at the very least) to see Rick cry

Episode 10 ~ Fear No Mort

Rick isn't in this episode for the majority of it, since this is a Morty centric episode! Finally! Buttt we do see that he brought Morty to a carnival just to spend time with and see a haunted house with Morty, that was literally it.

He also eats with Morty at Dennys (Well was about to before they hear about the fear hole) and really only said two mean things to Morty "You little turd!" when Morty actively didn't listen to Rick, which is a step up from season 6 considering he didn't just ditch Morty and replace himself with a robot. "I mean...define 'irreplaceable'" when Morty asked if he was irreplaceable. But he did sounds genuinely happy and excitied when Morty was back, happily calling out his name as soon as he moved, and he doesn't immediately backtrack on sounding happy or smiling which is a step up from season 1 episode 9 Something Ricked this Way Comes where he was happy, but immediately backpedaled and tried his best to sound like an annoyed grandpa. and he did attempt to awkwardly hug Morty back after Morty hugged him, it was half assed but he still tried. He didn't even seem mad when Morty pushed away, he looked more worried that he messed up more than anything. Also yes, this does still bring me pain.

AND WE LITERALLY SEE THAT HE NOT ONLY LISTENS TO MORTY'S ADVICE BUT ALSO HAS A PICTURE OF MORTY IN HIS WALLET AND LOOKED SO PROUD OF HIM! HE ALSO CHOOSES MORTY OVER A FAKE VERSION OF DIANE

Uh so yeah Rick's redemption arc is amazing, and no I do not regret that I spent an embarrassing amount of time gushing over an abusive old man's redemption arc.

[sissylittlefeather]

Just when you thought it was over...

A Very Quiet Life: Epilogue

A/N: Y'all know I couldn't leave you without ANY smut to end this series! This really is it, though.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, fingering, kissing, cussing, oral sex (both receiving), reader calls Elvis daddy in a sexual context... don't want to give too much away here...

Links to the rest of the series in case this is the first you've seen it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Just a little happily ever after...

Song that started it all:

Gif set to end all gif sets:

Epilogue

It's been a year since the day the kids call "Happy Breakfast Day". Elvis moved into your house the next week, rocking the neighborhood with a bigger scandal than it had ever seen. Susan Walter still won't speak to you, but you don't consider it much of a loss. Beth successfully sold the house to a nice family from Chicago with 4 kids that love to play with yours. She moved downtown to be closer to her office... and her boss.

Today is your wedding day. You and Elvis didn't wait long after his divorce was finalized to start making plans. Now, you're standing in a dressing room looking at your dress hanging on the back of the door. It's a modest little number in eggshell with a knee-length skirt. This being the second wedding for both of you, you decided to keep it small and informal.

You're holding a crumpled piece of paper in your hand as you stare at the dress. You can't do this without telling him. You poke your head out of the room and holler at your sister.

"I need Elvis! Will you get him for me?" She looks at you like you're crazy.

"You know that's bad luck."

"I don't care. I need him."

"You're literally going to see him at the altar in two hours."

"Yes. And I'm telling you, I need Elvis now." Just then, he rounds the corner.

"Who needs me? Ack! I'm not supposed to see you!" He covers his eyes and tries to walk over to you, bumping into a chair on the way.

"Oh, will you just come in here? I'm not even in my dress yet." He uncovers his face and looks at you with his eyes lit up, hoping you're naked. He walks into the dressing room and is disappointed to see you're wearing a robe. Still, he puts his hands on your hips and looks at you lustfully.

"If ya need me that bad baby, we can just skip the wedding..."

"No. Elvis. I-I, well, here." You push the piece of paper into his hand and stand back waiting for his reaction. He looks down at it.

Ms. Y/l/n, the blood test confirmed your pregnancy. Please schedule another appointment as soon as possible.

He stands there speechless for a second. Then he looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

"Pregnancy?"

"Yes."

"A baby?"

"Yes."

"Our baby?" This time you just nod your head. There's a lump in your throat that keeps you from speaking. He drops the paper on the floor and wraps himself around you, kissing your cheek and pressing his face to yours. You feel a tear escape and slide down, not sure if it's his or yours. He pulls back and kisses you fully on the mouth. Then, he presses his forehead into yours and closes his eyes.

"This is the best news, honey." You figured he would be happy, but this is even better than you expected. He's downright elated.

"The kids! Do they know?"

"I figured we would tell them together later. Jane will be thrilled. She's been asking for a baby for years. Michael's a wild card, but he won't mind as long as you still read comics and build cars with him." He nods fervently.

"They're still our kids. This is just another one to add to the pack. Oh, baby, I'm so happy!" He nuzzles into your neck and squeezes you. Then, he pulls back quickly.

"Was that too hard? Can I squeeze you?" He looks at you with a concerned frown on his face. This is going to be fun. You laugh and assure him that you can do pretty much everything you normally do.

"Everything?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. You respond by running your hands up his chest and kissing him deeply. He takes the hint and grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you so that your legs wrap around him. He carries you to the little couch and lays you down underneath him. He kisses down your neck and chest to the place where the robe comes together between your breasts. Slowly, he pulls on the belt and slides the pieces of your robe to the side and off of you.

His eyes widen when he sees your white lace bra and panties. They were supposed to be for tonight, but you don't care. He presses his lips to your nipple through the lace before removing your robe and bra and then kissing down your stomach. He stops at the top of your panties and kisses gently just below your belly button. Then, he runs his tongue along the line where the lace meets your thigh. His closeness to your center has you dripping with desire. He slides his thumb between your legs and under your panties, feeling the wetness.

"Mmm. That didn't take long."

"Blame the pregnancy hormones." You both laugh. He uses his thumb to make circles on your sensitive button. A soft moan escapes your lips and he smiles. He pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you. He loves to watch you be undone by him, so he moves his fingers inside you, eliciting another moan and more wetness from you. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out to slide your panties down. You whimper a little at the sensation of emptiness. When he gets back up to your center, he presses his mouth to you and swirls his tongue in a circle.

"Oh my god..." you moan loudly. He laughs.

"Shhh, baby, everyone is right outside. You're going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?" You whimper and nod. He lowers his face back down to you and drags his tongue up your slit slowly, then goes back down and pushes his tongue into you. You arch your back and suppress a moan, somewhat unsuccessfully.

"If you can't be quiet, I'll have to stop." He says sternly. Now it's a game. You whisper frantically.

"No! No, I can be quiet. Don't stop." You weave your fingers in his hair and gently push his head back down to you. He smirks, enjoying your need for him, and then goes back to work with his tongue. You bite your lip and squirm a little, trying desperately to stay quiet. As your climax builds, the softest moan escapes your lips and he pulls back.

"I said quiet." You nod wildly and without even thinking a response slips out..

"Yes, daddy." His eyes widen and darken. Hearing you call him daddy impacted him in a way he didn't expect.

"Say that again."

"Yes daddy." You feel his breathing speed up and he goes back to licking you with a new urgency. When he can tell you're right on the edge, he whispers into you.

"Come for daddy." And you do, pleasure rushing through you until your fingertips tingle, wetness spilling out of you uncontrollably and your legs quaking. It feels like your body is disconnected and floating while he continues to move his tongue over you. Finally, you come back to earth. Elvis stands up and takes his shirt and pants off. Before he can lay back down on you, though, you sit up and pull his hips in line with your face. You wrap your hand around his hard dick and begin to pump him slowly, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his sensitive head. He closes his eyes and moans softly as you lean forward and run your tongue around him.

"Is this what you want, daddy?" His eyes pop open and he looks down at you sitting there with his dick in your mouth. He tangles his fingers in your hair as you move on him.

"Yes, good girl. Keep going." You hum a little and the vibration makes him almost double over. You reach around and grab his ass with both hands to steady him. Then, you open your throat and take him all the way into your mouth, pressing your nose into the patch of soft hair at the base of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck." He moans loudly. You pull back off of him entirely.

"I thought we had to be quiet?"

"Oh no, baby, please don't stop." He whispers. "I'll be quiet." My how the tables have turned. You smile to yourself, knowing that you can make him fall apart too. You lick small circles around his head and then run your tongue along the bottom of his shaft and back up again. You pick up a steady rhythm and he thrusts softly into your mouth, matching your pace. After a little while of this, he grunts quietly and whispers again.

"Gonna come, baby." You decide to let him and save the real fun for your wedding night tonight. You keep going, tightening your lips around him slightly. When you feel him twitching, you pull him fully into your mouth again and suck. He shudders and fills your throat with his warmth as you swallow it down.

"Oh, god, y/n" He groans as he nearly collapses on top of you. He falls onto the couch next to you and leans his head back with his eyes closed.

"Wow."

"You'll have to wait until tonight for the rest. We're not married yet." You laugh and he chuckles with you, putting his arms around you and pulling you close to him. He kisses the side of your head.

"I'm so glad you moved in next door."

"Me too, Elvis. Me too."

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Fin

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[supermanshield]

superbat fic where theyre trying to wrangle everyones busy schedule? jl meetings, galas, someones birthday dinner, someones recital, theres a lot to account for lol

Oh anon, you know this is my favourite trope for superbat! <3 Thank you for the ask and sorry it took a while, but here it is. And I really let myself go, didn't count the words but it's way more than 100.

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"Tonight?"

"I can't, Damian's teacher wants to speak to me. Again." Bruce sighed and flicked through the calendar on his phone. Almost every day was completely filled with appointments, meetings, league meetings, monitor duty, patrol time. Hmm... "How about Saturday morning?"

"I go running with Lois, you know that. And you probably won't be awake, anyway."

"You could just... start without me."

"Bruce!" The people at the table next to them looked up. Clark shut his mouth and sat back, embarrassed. Bruce went back to his phone. Clark still carried around a paper agenda, for some reason, and flicked through that.

"Saturday evening is Cass' ballet recital...."

"We definitely can't miss that," Clark confirmed. Bruce shook his head in agreement.

"Sunday you've got the annual Zenith Awards and Gala. Hmm."

Clark groaned. "I wouldn’t mind missing that one. Or sneak out during. I don't need to hear Luthor talk all evening."

"As one of the nominees? Clark, no. I'll be there to cheer you on, and protect you from the big bad Lex by talking over him."

Clark chuckled. "You're the best." His face lit up. "Oh. So after, we could sneak out together..."

"Won't do. It'll be too late by then.” He lowered his voice. “and I'll have to go straight to patrol."

"And Monday I've got a late monitor shift. Tuesday Dick's coming over for dinner, Wednesday..."

"Board meeting, you know that."

Clark nodded. "Right. Thursday I promised to help Jon... up north," he said, indicating the direction of the fortress with his eyebrows. He sat back, defeated, staring at his agenda. "So that's it, no time at all this week? Not even a little gap somewhere? I can be quick."

"And that's not always a good thing, Kent." Clark almost choked on his coffee. If he could. "And this is not even counting any..." Bruce looked over at the other table, lowered his volume so only Clark could hear. "Any of the unexpected things we deal with." Clark nodded solemnly, and leaned over the table closer to Bruce. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Supervillains could visit, or break out, or natural disasters could occur. They were used to dropping everything at a moment's notice when they were needed. It was the rest of their lives that were so busy. 

"This was to be expected with four full-time jobs and 9 children between us," Bruce concluded, leaning over the table as well, meeting Clark halfway to put his glasses back on his face.

"I can't believe it's come to this already. We have to plan our sex time."

"If you call it sex time again, we might not have to plan it at all anymore, Clark."

Clark couldn't hold back a laugh at that. He brushed some hair out of Bruce's face. His mouth was curved in a genuine smile, a smirk he usually only saw in the bedroom. He still couldn't believe they had finally gotten together, and he was so happy with Bruce in his life, but it was hard sometimes, to keep meeting halfway and around their schedules, between battles and fights and missions, and daily life.

Bruce perked up suddenly, eyes opening wide. "Clark," he said. "What are we doing?"

Clark frowned. "A date? Just two regular guys on a date?"

"And what could we be doing."

A lightbulb came on in Clark's head, but he wasn't convinced yet. "Hey, a date is important too. I don't want our relationship to only consist of quickies in the broom closet."

"I agree," Bruce said hastily, and it warmed Clark's heart. "But we just established that you won't get any of me for at least a week, so I choose sex. Right now. We still have an hour." He stared intently into Clark’s eyes.

"Okay." Clark took a sip of the coffee that they were about to abandon, and held up one finger. "But only if you stay in bed with me after."

“Fine,” Bruce grumbled, but the skip in his heartbeat was unmistakable. 

Bruce paid for their coffees quickly, while Clark waited with his jacket by the door. As they left the little café, he could hear the couple that had sat next to them talking over their food.

“Ahh, young love,” the woman mused.

“Dear, those guys were at least in their forties.”

“You have no sense of romance, Derrick.” 

Clark smiled, jogging after Bruce into the alleyway to take him home.

[xuchiya]

"Chapter 3: daniel lee" || kang yeosang [a mini-series]

|| next: chapter 4 || if you haven't read the previous chapter, here's the masterlist.

genre: non!idol yeosang. fluff. angst. violence. mentions: gun. knives. attempt murder/kidnapping. blood. anxiety attack.

"my lady as much as I want to drive that ... chariot as our runaway vehicle ... you're on your own."

"KANG YEOSANG?!"

The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of your bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. You stretched, feeling the weight of the previous day's conversations still lingering in your mind. As the next Lady of De Villalobos Corporates, the responsibility felt almost tangible, pressing down on your shoulders with each passing day.

The soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. "Come in," you called, knowing who it was even before the door opened. NingNing entered with a bright smile, a tray of breakfast in her hands. "Good morning, Lady," she greeted cheerfully, setting the tray on the small table by the window. "I thought you might need a good breakfast to start your day."

You smiled back, grateful for her constant presence and support. "Thank you, NingNing. I do need it."

As you began to eat, NingNing sat across from you, her expression turning serious. "How are you feeling about meeting your grandfather's business partners today?" You paused, the spoon halfway digging to your food, considering the question. "Nervous, I suppose. It's a lot to take in, and I can't help but feel unprepared."

NingNing smiles gently. "You'll do great. Just be yourself and remember that you are capable of handling all of these. Your grandfather saw that in you."

Her words were comforting, and you nodded, feeling a bit more confident. "Thanks, NingNing. I'll try to keep that in mind."

After breakfast, you dressed in a tailored suit that exuded both confidence and professionalism. As you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your pencil skirt, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the simpler days of culinary school—It was those moments were you were challenge to recreate the said piece created by your professors and so far, you were able to finish it almost similar to it. 

But this was your reality now, and you were determined to face it head-on.

Yeosang was waiting for you outside your quarters, his presence as steady and reassuring as ever. "Ready, my lady?" he asked, offering you a small smile. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Let’s get over it."

The car glided smoothly through the bustling city streets as you sat in the back seat, iPad resting on your lap. As you scrolled through your schedule, making mental notes of the meetings and appointments lined up for the day. Beside you, Yeosang, being on guard meanwhile NingNing sat in front tapped away on her tablet, finalizing details for the upcoming events.

“Your meeting with Grandfather’s business partners is scheduled for 2 PM,” NingNing said, looking at you briefly. “Everything’s prepared, and they’re looking forward to meeting you.”

You nodded, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling in your mind. “Thanks, NingNing. I hope everything goes smoothly.” NingNing gave you a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this. They’re going to be impressed.”

You nodded, looking outside the windows. It is as if days go on and on so fast that you barely grasp what was even happening, you weren’t even sure if what you signed two days ago by NingNing related to the company issues but nevertheless it seems to be a new policy added to the other branch.

“My lady … we have arrived.” Yeosang turned to you, concern written in his eyes when he saw you dazed—in your own world. The car had stopped 5 minutes after arrival and NingNing had already gotten out of the car, waiting for you. You snapped out of your thoughts, glancing at Yeosang who had already had his hand out as he waited outside the car. Yeosang, his watchful eyes scanning the surroundings, before he gave you a nod.

You took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. 

Cameras flashed incessantly, paparazzi eagerly sipping on fresh gossip for their articles. The news of a powerful and intense partnership with the new heir would be the headline by morning.

“Lady! Can you tell us more about your partnership as the new heir of your grandfather’s corporation?”

“What are your plans moving forward with this new collaboration?”

“Is there a personal relationship blossoming alongside this business venture?”

“Lady will not entertain your questions. Please step aside,” NingNing commanded in a strict, neutral tone. She shielded your eyes while Yeosang and another bodyguard created a path through the throng. As you made your way toward the front doors, you glanced back at the human barricade, noticing one paparazzo whose gaze was fixed on you, a look of intense curiosity and recognition unlike any of the others.

“My lady, this way.” Your eyes remained strained on the figure until it disappeared among the crowd, just as the elevator doors closed. Yeosang, catching your unwavering gaze, frowned softly, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Upon reaching the level, you made your way to the grand hall where the meeting was to take place. The ornate doors loomed ahead, a symbol of the legacy you were stepping into.The meeting room was spacious and elegantly decorated. As you entered, all eyes turned to you. You were greeted by a group of distinguished-looking men and women. Your grandfather’s business partners. They rose to shake your hand, their faces lighting up with polite smiles.

Your father stood at the head of the table, his expression one of pride and expectation. "Welcome, everyone. This is my daughter, the future Lady of De Villalobos Corporates."

You felt a surge of anxiety but quickly masked it with a composed smile. "It's an honour to meet all of you," you said, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest. 

“Welcome, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” said Mr. Kim, a tall man with silver hair and a warm demeanour. Your eyes light up on the presence of your grandfather’s long time friend and business partner, instead of shaking his hand. You have pulled the man in a brief hug, “Thank you for coming Mr. Kim.” He smiles softly, patting your shoulders softly, “I have to see how his favourite granddaughter will make my pal proud.”

The introductions were brief, each partner sizing you up with a mix of curiosity and respect. You could feel the weight of their expectations, but you held your ground, determined to prove yourself. The meeting commenced, and you presented ideas confidently, drawing on all the knowledge and skills you had acquired. The partners listened intently, nodding in approval as you spoke.

As the meeting progressed, discussions about the future of the corporation unfolded. You listened intently, occasionally offering insights and asking questions. It was a delicate dance, balancing your desire to learn with the need to assert yourself as a capable leader. After what felt like hours, the meeting finally drew to a close. Your father looked pleased, and the partners seemed satisfied with your involvement.

“You’ve done an impressive job,” Ms. Lee, a sharp-eyed woman with an air of authority, remarked. “Your grandfather would be proud.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Park agreed. “Your vision for the future is both innovative and grounded. We look forward to working with you.” The positive feedback boosted your confidence, making you smile bigger. The meeting wrapped up smoothly, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. As you exchanged farewells with the other partners, you noticed a man lingering near the exit. He was well-dressed, with a charming smile and an air of confidence.

“Excuse me,” he said, approaching you. “I couldn’t help but be impressed by your presentation. My name is Daniel Lee. I’m interested in collaborating with you on a new venture.” 

You hesitated for a moment looking at NingNing—who already had her hands working on the tablet she carries to check up on the man and when she looks up to you with a confirm nod, you turn to Daniel Lee, smiling politely. “Thank you, Mr. Lee. I appreciate your interest. Perhaps we can discuss this further at another time?”

“Of course,” he replied smoothly. “Here’s my card. I’ll be in touch.” You accepted the card, nodding. As he walked away, you turned to NingNing, “I may not be in the business world like my grandpa and dad but this man just spawned out of nowhere.” You chuckle at her statement, you exit the room, you let out a sigh of relief and notice Yeosang, who had been silently observing the exchange.

Eyes still flickering back up to glance at Daniel Lee, knowing the bodyguard's instinct can be accurate, “What do you think of him?” you asked quietly. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed slightly. “He seems... eager. Just be cautious.” 

You nodded, after taking a good look at the card before slipping into your handbag. “I will. Thank you, Yeosang.”

Yeosang gave her a reassuring look but remained silent, his mind clearly at work. As they left the building, he stayed close, his presence a comforting reminder that you were not alone on these. Though the meeting had gone well, and you had managed to impress your grandfather’s partners.

 There was a lingering unease. Something about Daniel Lee’s approach felt off, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. As the car drove away from the company, you glanced at Yeosang. His expression was neutral, but you knew him well enough to sense his quiet suspicion.

"You did well by the way." Yeosang said, his voice low and reassuring. You blink, his head turning to you. You smile at him. "Thank you," you replied, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I just hope I can keep it up."

"You will," he said with confidence. "Just take it one step at a time."

As the day turned to evening, you found yourself back in the garden, seeking solace under the cherry tree. The tranquillity of the space was a welcome reprieve from the day's pressures. Yeosang joined you, his presence a silent comfort. "It's a beautiful night," he remarked, looking up at the star-filled sky.

"It is," you agreed, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "Thank you for being here, Yeosang. It means a lot."

He turned to you, his expression earnest. "I'll always be here for you, my lady. No matter what."

In that moment, under the starlit sky, you felt a renewed sense of hope. With Yeosang by your side and the support of those who believed in you, perhaps you could navigate the challenges ahead, you decided to trust his instincts, knowing that with Yeosang by your side, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead and forge a path that honoured both your family's legacy.

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[obigem]

I would always schedule my appointments while you were at work so you wouldn't feel obligated to come with me. And because I put on a strong facade, both you and Cam always believed I was fine managing that trip on my own. Truthfully those appointments took a lot out of me.

All the pricking, prodding, blood drawing, medication adjustments, and long lists of directives to try and improve my hopeless situation. It was exhausting. I'd always have to nap for as long as possible when I got home so I could force some life into me when you two got home.

But it was in that last appointment I ever went to, 6 months before I left this world, that things took a turn.

My nurse had explained to me that I hadn't been responding to any of the medication adjustments over the last year. It wasn't unusual. It was a common outcome for me.

I sighed, "I guess that's to be expected. Should I pick up my new prescriptions at the front desk?" What medicines couldn't fix, I always supplemented with taking it easy and lots of rest. It's what got me past the age of 30, which no doctor ever expected could happen.

"Mrs. Fletcher, I don't know how to say this exactly, but there aren't any other medications we'll be prescribing you."

"I don't understand."

"It's what I've been trying to explain about your test results. Your heart functioning is worsening at an exponential rate."

"The medications we've had you on over the last 2-3 years were to try and slow down some of the deterioration, buy you as much extra time as possible, but the lack of response....I'm sorry ma'am, you're in heart failure."

"Heart failure?" I went cold.

I'd always known my heart was bad, fragile even, but this was the first time a doctor had told me it was giving up.

"My family and I, we'll be moving to the countryside soon. I've always been told the clean air would be good for me and could improve my condition."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher. I'm not sure which doctor told you that, but with the tests we've run, your records don't support that. Your condition is too advanced, too severe to respond to anything outside of a heart transplant. And even with that—"

"We don't think you could survive a major surgery like that. That's likely the reason that's never been an option placed on the table for you. That level of strain on your system, it would—"

"How long do I have?"

"Maybe a few weeks, at most a few months."

"I see."

"I know this is a lot to take in. Is there someone we can call to be with you, right now?"

"No. It's just me right now. I'll be fine. Can I just....have a minute?"

"Of course."

When the nurse left the room, so many thoughts ran through my head.

All the things I'd never get to do or see.

But more than anything, I knew that I didn't want my last moments with you and Cam to be you dropping everything in your lives to watch me die. I wanted you both to live. So in that moment, I promised myself, I wouldn't tell you two.

[cheerfullycatholic]

I am free to feel that grief and acknowledge the remorse of my "choice"

Melanie Illinois, United States

I was around twenty and in college.  It was a time of darkness, depression and confusion in my life.  When I found out I was pregnant, I "heard" my mother's voice of instruction about the proper order of things (college, career, marriage, house, children).  I must have felt that the pregnancy would disappoint my parents because I didn't tell them about it until years later. I remember thinking I wished I hadn't been brought into the world so why bring someone else into the world.  

I had been through a series of broken relationships.  I did not want another relationship but still wanted to have sex.  Although I had 2 or 3 partners during this time period, I was "pretty sure" who the father was. I didn't tell anyone about the pregnancy except my older sister and this young man.  I remember my sister saying my life was over... it would no longer be my own.  I realize now that is because from her perspective she had missed out on career and was raising 4 children and living a bit vicariously through me.  I remember the young man seeming relieved when I told him I wanted to get an abortion.  

When I indicated I did not want to have the baby, my sister helped me call and set up the appointment at the abortion clinic in campus town.  She also advised me to drink a bottle of wine and smoke some weed to deal with cramping that I would have afterwards. She offered this advice from the perspective of having an abortion herself. 

I do remember seeing the doctor, maybe a few days or a week before the procedure.  He indicated I was very early along. I wanted to schedule the procedure right away because I was afraid, if I waited, that I wouldn't go through with it. I remember the probable father went with me for the procedure but I do not remember him being in the "counseling" session with the nurse prior to the procedure.  It was during that session that I remember asking the nurse if the baby would feel anything.  She responded, "Oh, honey it's just a blood clot the size of a peanut" and assured me it wouldn't feel anything.  I found out, years later, through an exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry that this information was not accurate.    

I remember the monetary cost of the abortion was about $300 at this time.  I was not aware, until later, of the additional "cost" (psychological, physiological, etc.) of having an abortion.  The day of the procedure, the probable father and I went to the office and paid cash in advance.  It is still difficult to talk about the procedure, as it was quite traumatic.  I remember it seemed to take forever, even though it was probably all done within an hour.  I remember crying from the onset... silently at first but building to openly weeping.  I remember they couldn't get me to dilate and they were trying to calm me so they offered me some type of intravenous Valium.  I remember feeling something deep inside screaming "noooooo" but I tried to stifle it and make myself go through with the process.  Whether that cry was God, the baby or my inner self I do not know but I wish I would have listened and I wonder if they would have stopped the procedure if I had made that cry vocal.  But I did not.  So they got me dilated enough to suction out from my womb the "blood clot the size of a peanut" which would have most likely been my first born child.  

After the abortion procedure was complete, I was shuffled to the recovery room.  Before long, I was at my apartment, taking my sister's advice about weed and wine.  I tried not to allow myself to feel anything and would stuff it anytime it tried to come into my thoughts.  I used lots of drugs and alcohol to numb feelings.  That led to getting mixed up with a not so great group of people and I ended up dropping out of college anyway.  I ended up moving back to my hometown and getting involved in another relationship. I tried marrying that one and when we tried to get pregnant, it never happened.  My periods were all messed up.  I kept thinking I was pregnant because I would be 2 or 3 months late on my period but tests kept coming back negative.  Doctorss tried to say it was just my body getting regulated from going off the pill but after missing period for 6 months with negative pregnancy tests, I was referred to an OB/GYN.  They diagnosed PCOS (poly cystic ovarian syndrome).  Prior to my abortion, I had never had problems with my period or experienced any of the other symptoms of PCOS that I have since become acquainted with.  My husband and I divorced. He made a baby with another woman.  

During this time, God re-initiated my childhood faith and I returned to the church.  Somehow, I heard about a bible study for woman who have had an abortion being done in a town nearby and I got plugged in with this group of about 5 women, found forgiveness and began healing.  The healing process has been a long process considering the abortion was such a short procedure.  At 40, I conceived and birthed my first child.  At 42, my second child was born.  After twenty years of infertility, both children were miracles, without medical intervention for conception.  Healing is a process.  

I had a miscarriage a few years ago as well.  I have noted a real difference in how people respond to miscarriage vs. abortion.  It's as if society allows women to grieve the loss of their children through miscarriage but not so with abortion.  People offer sympathy to women who have had miscarriages but not so to women who have had abortions.  While it is not deemed illegal and thereby deemed acceptable, we are not supposed to talk about it... that is deemed unacceptable and people act real uncomfortable if one acknowledges it.  At least that has been my experience and that of other women who have had an abortions that I have talked to.  It's crazy.  Society will allow you to take the life of your own child but does not allow you to grieve the loss of that child's life.  Grief is a natural response to death.   

There are always days when I find myself calculating how old that child would be if he or she had lived. I would probably be a grandmother by now.  Instead, I am an old mother trying to rear young children.  I thank God for His mercy, grace and second chances.  But having the children I have now and experiencing motherhood with them makes me wonder, at times, what life and memories were missed as a result of this earlier decision.  

Sin has consequences. Taking someone's life is a sin.  Forgiveness removes the guilt and shame that are natural consequences of sin. But forgiveness doesn't necessarily remove remorse.  Allowing oneself to feel remorse is actually what leads to forgiveness.  Remorse for wrongdoing keeps us humble enough to choose right-doing. I believe I have received the forgiveness I requested from God, my child and myself. But one of the consequences I have to live with is that I will always grieve the loss of the experiences of mothering that child.  

Because of forgiveness, I am free to feel that grief and acknowledge the remorse of my "choice".  This acknowledgement means I no longer have to deny or hide that remorse.  It means I no longer have to deny or numb that grief.  See it is because of that forgiveness that this remorse is without shame.  I can stand forgiven, in Jesus Name!  It is because of this forgiveness that I am silent no more!  

I want other women who have had abortions to experience this freedom in forgiveness.  If you have had an abortion and have not found this freedom, please seek out some help to find it. Help for healing is available! If you are pregnant and considering having an abortion, please choose life.  Even when things seem crazy, dark and dangerous in the world, life is ALWAYS the best choice!  God is good and ALL life is valuable to Him.  If you choose to value what God values, He will be faithful to provide EVERYTHING you need to walk out that choice.  Trust God.  Trust God to guide you into right choices. Trust God to provide for your needs.  Trust God to forgive, heal and restore.  Whatever is going on in your life today, trust God over it all.  God is good and loves us ALL more than we may ever be able to fully comprehend!  Trust in that LOVE!   

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[famousfilmsfan]

Season 2

Bryan: You know. You guys are kinda hypoctires

Freddy: What?

Bonnie: Why?

Bryan: You tell me to get help but refuse to tell me when I have my appointments until they happen and refuse to let me make my own appointments.

Freddy: That’s because...uh.

Bryan: And you tell me I should spend more time at home away from you and have a personal life but everytime I do, you force yourselves into my house and mess with my personal life. Which is it? Want me to be my own person or have you guys in it all the time?

Bonnie: That’s because we..

Bryan: and you guys say I don't take Constructive criticism well. Your critisim isn't constructive at all you just say that ‘This building sucks’ ‘Your layout is utter nonsense’ ‘This design is bad’ You don't even try to be nice about it or think that, I DIDNT DESIGN THIS PLACE! HELPY DID!

Bonnie: But uh...You did visit this place to okay it...right?

Bryan: No. Helpy didn't even tell me the address until we got here after the pizzeria burned down. Also you say ‘You’re bad with money’ whenever I buy myself clothes or accessories when you guys are allowing Helpy and the others to buy silly shit they don't even use, and you don't say that to them.

Bonnie: There is a reason for that.

Bryan: Which is?

Bonnie: Well...Helpy..is..smart?

Bryan: She fell for a Nigerian prince scam, three times!

Bonnie:...A different kind of smart.

Bryan: And then there's my sleep schedule. You tell me to sleep more but in the middle of the night, you wake me up for stupid reasons! You do it because you can't tell me in the morning because i’m ‘Forgetful’

Bonnie: Then when are we supposed to tell you?

Bryan: In the afternoon? Like 3 PM? When i’m awake for a while?

Bonnie: Oh. Forgot that was an option.

Freddy: Yeah same here.

Bryan: Now, have anything you want to say?

Freddy: Well..Uh. You should really be more mature about this. So we’re hypocrites, stop being a baby about it.

Bryan: You have no place to talk about being mature, you died when you were ten you don't even know how babies are made.

Freddy: Yes I do!

Bryan: Then how?

Freddy: *unsure* When..a mommy and daddy love each other.

Bryan: See? You call me a child even though you are literally still children playing grownup!

Bonnie: Well we’re not throwing a tantrum.

Bryan: Actually when you reach a certain age it’s called a mental breakdown. And i’m sorry you guys don't like me having feelings. If you couldn't tell that was sarcasm.

Bonnie: Why even bring this thing up?

Bryan: Therapy.

Freddy: You’re seeing another therapist?

Bryan: No you guys are.

Freddy: What?

Bryan pushes two of them into a room and locks it. There's a guy in there.

Bonnie: You can't do this!

Bryan: Why? You force me to go to therapy how is this different?

Bonnie: We don't need it!

Bryan: You have a large lack of communication skills, you favor others and hate me even though they do worse things, you blame me for things that aren't my fault. And we have no idea why Freddy has such bad anger issues.

Freddy: I DONT HAVE ANGER ISSUES! *Pulls the doorknob off the door*...Okay maybe I do but I don't...need help.

Bryan: I’ve said that hundreds of times but you ignored it, so i’ll ignore it.

Freddy: You’ll have to let us out sooner or later....Bryan! Bryan!

Bonnie:...I think he left.

[lindira]

I'm going through A Thing right now, and while I feel I'm mentally better off for it, my financial anxiety is through the roof right now.

My sister-in-law was my boss. It worked great for a while (over 2 years) because even though she's an incredibly difficult person and paid me less than I'm worth ($16 an hour, part time), I could work from home and determine my own schedule, which was great for someone like me, who 1) has tons of medical appointments I have to go to on a regular basis, and 2) has kids and can't rely on anyone else to pick them up from school. I could also work around school events, which was also amazing because I want to be present for the things my kids feel are important. Also, she's in California and I'm in Texas, so I didn't have to deal with her very often.

Anyway, SIL found a service where she could hire people from the Philippines for $9.50 an hour. At the same time, she took on patients from another practice that was closing, so she had 2-3 times as many appointments each day. Meaning I started working more hours. At around that time, she asked me to transition from entering her charts to taking phone calls. But it was summer break, my kids were home, and my youngest is loud and demanding. I told her I couldn't because it wouldn't be professional to have my kid yelling for me through the door while talking to her patients. Moreover, at least half of her patients are Spanish-speaking, and I haven't used Spanish at all in the 24 years since I graduated high school. Instead of finding those points reasonable, she kept badgering and badgering me, even trying to go around my "no" by having my brother (her husband) ask my mom to ask me. I still said no.

Summer was ending and she asked when I could start on phones again. I gave her a date that was a week after the kids returned to school, and she agreed. But then she said weird things like, "only work the hours you would be working on the phone" and started training one of the people she found in the Philippines in some of the tasks that I did.

Last Monday, she demanded I start on phones that Wednesday, a whole week and a half earlier than we agreed upon. It was also the last week of summer vacation and there were a ton of things I had to do for the kids. I planned on working around the events I had to attend, but I couldn't start something new and with a specific schedule. I told her I could start on Monday (today) at the earliest, but she came back saying that I should enjoy my days off for the rest of the week until I could start on phones on Monday. She accused me of making her staff and patients "suffer" with my unreasonable availability.

I was livid. She was retaliating by taking away my hours for most of the week. She sure as fuck wasn't paying me for my time off. And my husband and I had suspected that she was giving my duties to the person in the Philippines, but I realized she wanted to limit my hours too by demanding I only work during the few hours I told her I could commit to working the phones. Basically, I started working 25-30 hours a week instead of 12-15 hours, so my SIL gave my job to someone she could pay less than California's minimum wage.

After a full day of being intensely angry, I confronted her about all of it: the badgering, the disrespect of going through my mom to get to me, springing new duties on me a day and a half before she wanted me to start and well before the agreed upon date I was to start, giving away my job so she could pay someone $6.50 less an hour, limiting my hours, and most of all for hurting me and my family by taking away almost a whole week's worth of wages because I wouldn't do what she wanted. If she wanted to hire someone else and didn't want to keep me on, she should have just told me so. At least then I could make an informed decision about what to do next.

She replied by trying to excuse her behavior as just "running her business" and that I was a burden and ruining her business. She said I was costing her $6760 over the course of the year. She didn't say, but I figured out where that very precise number. It was my wages if I worked 20 hours minus the wages of the person in the Philippines if they also worked 20 hours. I wasn't costing her anything. She wanted to save herself that much money, so she sabotaged my job. She only kept me on to stroke her own damn ego and feel like she was "saving" my family from destitution.

So I quit. Who needs enemies when I have "family" whose "help" is toxic and self-serving? I did really good work for her for over 2 years, and this is how she's going to treat me? Fuck that money-hungry bitch and her cheapskate, unethical bullshit. Fuck her for trying to control me by hurting my family in retaliation. She has alienated literally every one of our extended family, and now she's moved on to immediate family. I tried to tolerate her for my brother's sake. Fuck that now. I don't want to see her ever again.

I expected this from her. I'm angry, but it doesn't hurt so bad to cut her out of my life. I feel relieved, actually. But what really hurts is that my brother must have known what was happening and he didn't fight for me. I don't expect him to choose me over his wife, but he could have told me what she was doing. He could have told her it was shitty for her to give my job away to save what is - to them - pocket change. He didn't. We were "almost twins". He credited me for raising him. But he always chooses her over everything and everyone else. I'm not sure I blame him exactly, but I might never trust him again. And I certainly won't be seeing very much of him if she'll be around.

So now I'm scrambling to find a new job. I lost some dead weight, and I'm truly better off without her in my life. But I've been dealing with this for the past week and I'm still so angry. I'm a little angry at myself too. When I took this job, I knew it probably wouldn't end well working for her because of how much of a bitch she is. But it worked for 2 and a half years. It could've worked for longer. But she didn't value me, as an employee or even as a person.

If you've reached this far, thank you for "listening" to my rant. I find writing out my anger helps as much as yelling it. I'm hopeful that I'll find a new job soon, but if you spot a decent remote office work job an over-educated struggling writer could do, please keep me in mind.

[ivpapaemeritusiv]

Chapter 3: Summoned For a Divine Cause

Summary: Although Sister feels great about the decision she has made, the decision is not welcomed in the same way by everyone. Other members of the Clergy feel it is too dangerous to keep one frontman for too long while Papa Emeritus struggles to connect with anyone on the road. Meet the ghouls in this chapter and find out how they help their leader out.

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Sister felt very good about her decision. She spoke to the rest of The Clergy, and everything was finalized. Mr. Psaltarian, the eldest member of The Clergy and the one responsible for scheduling the band’s shows, didn't like it. He did not dislike Papa Emeritus IV, but the elder Clergymen were afraid to keep one person as the frontman for too long. They felt people would begin to worship the man and forget about the purpose of the band. He also felt Papa was dense, uninformed and clueless. However, they could not deny his success. When the band succeeded, they too succeeded. Papa Emeritus IV had won over the hearts of millions all of which dreaded to see him suffer the same fate as his predecessors.

Sister always believed that Psaltarian was plotting to replace Copia from the minute she announced that he would now take the lead. These were the people in which she had to protect her darling boy from. She herself knew how easy it was to get rid of somebody. After all, she did the same thing, convincing Papa Nihil to kill his own sons in order to appoint the Cardinal as the new frontman. This is why securing the blood line was so important. With a new bloodline and Sister at the head, her place along with Copia’s would be sealed forever.

*

Papa Emeritus couldn't believe he was being forced to choose a significant other. A wife? he kept repeating in his head. He never thought about settling down at any point in his life, much less having children. The ghouls, of course, enjoyed teasing him about it.

“Who is going to be the lucky lady to land you, huh?” Rain laughed, sarcastically.

“I’m already sick of you and we just started touring,” Swiss, another ghoul, added.

“If I had to wake up to your face every day, I’d permanently blind myself,” Aether cackled.

Ghost just began their U.S.A Re-Imperatour—27 shows in two months. It was going to be hard work. It was going to be stressful. The nameless ghouls Aether, Fire, Rain, Mountain, Swiss, Cirrus and Cumulus of course adored Papa Emeritus. They appreciated the situation that he was in but couldn’t help making jokes at his expense for their own entertainment. One had to find ways to amuse themselves on the road.

“Ha ha, that’s funny. That is very funny,” Papa said unamused, “You know what it isn’t? Helpful. It isn’t helpful.”

Everyone laughed, “We’re sorry, Papa. It’s all in good fun.”

“Yes, Papa, we’ll help you find a woman. God knows you need all the help you can get,” they weren’t quite done poking fun at their leader.

“Alright, alright, well HELP! Quit giving me shit.”

Papa truly adored his ghouls and ghoulettes. They were carefully chosen by him and the clergy, considering both their exceptional talent and personal connections. It was a special bond that made their performances even more extraordinary.

Cirrus, standing at a towering 6'2", earned the nickname "Cloud" from her fans due to her sky-high altitude. As the lead keyboardist, she wowed the audience with her mesmerizing keytar solo in Papa's song, "Mummy Dust." Known for her affectionate nature, Cirrus would often distribute roses to the crowd, adding a touch of romance to the electrifying performances.

Sodo was definitely one of the liveliest ghouls in the group. He had a knack for engaging with the crowd and always left a lasting impression. His on-stage antics pushed boundaries, with x-rated gestures like caressing and playfully choking or licking the other ghouls. His guitar skills were second to nobody. Sodo would shred on his guitar with such fiery passion that it seemed like the instrument could barely handle the intensity.

Aether was another guitarist like Sodo, although much bigger. Sodo was very tall and thin while Aether was of average height and more muscular. When they performed, their chemistry was off the charts. They would entice the audience with their seductive interactions and gestures towards each other. It was so intense that if one didn't know any better, they might think they were more than just bandmates.

Rain, the water ghoul played the bass guitar. Despite being one of the shorter ghouls, he still stood taller than Sodo when they played side by side. Rain had a quiet and shy demeanor that added a mysterious charm to his presence.

Cumulus, the curvy ghoulette, like Cirrus, also played the keyboard but she was known for her powerful voice. Her melodic sounds were simply breathtaking. Fans couldn't get enough of her mesmerizing performances. Standing on her own platform, Cumulus belted out tunes that touched the hearts of everyone lucky enough to hear her.

Mountain, the band's drummer, had a unique presence on stage. Unfortunately, due to being hidden behind his massive drum set, he didn't receive as much recognition from fans as the other band members. Being more of an introvert, he didn't interact much with the rest of the group during performances. He refused to wear shoes on stage, which added to his individuality. Despite his quiet nature, his drumming skills spoke volumes and contributed to the band's incredible sound.

Then there was Swiss, the multi-ghoul. He was a true jack-of-all-trades! He could do everything from strumming the acoustic guitar to striking the tambourine. He stood out as one of the most outgoing and daring members of the group. During their shows, he would bust out some epic shimmies, adding an extra dose of excitement to the performances. Plus, he had an absolutely beautiful voice and provided backing vocals for every song.

While Swiss could be quite seductive on stage like Sodo, he had a heart of gold and was incredibly sweet. He had a unique fashion sense and rocked high-waisted pants, setting him apart from the rest of the ghouls. Fans affectionately called him "the smiling ghoul" because he always flashed a big, white smile underneath his mask. Swiss truly was a one-of-a-kind character in the band—one of Papa’s favorites.

Their first stop was Concord California at the Concord Pavilion. Every tour began the same, of course, with Papa running out onto the stage to sing three songs before introducing himself. He scanned the audience closely looking for anybody that stood out to him. The faces all seemed to mesh. To him, there was nobody distinguishable.

After every tour came the meet and greet. He would meet countless fans, share a laugh or two and snap a picture with them. They were all wonderful people. He loved his fans, and he loved connecting with them but there was no one he could connect with on an intimate level outside of the music.

He called Sister Imperator about the matter one night, feeling desperate about the situation.

The phone rang a few times before a warm voice greeted him, “How is my little Cardi?”

“Oh, well how kind of you to ask,” he spoke in his strange accent. The question to him was a rhetorical one, “Actually, Sister things are not going well.”

“Really?” she was surprised to hear this, “I’ve been keeping up with social media and reading the headlines and it seems the tour is a great success. Not to mention the proceeds you’re bringing in. The Clergy is very pleased.”

“Yes, I know that” Copia acknowledged the band’s achievements.

There was a small pause before Sister realized, “Oh. You mean—?”

The silence on the other end of the phone confirmed her suspicions.

“Yes, I can’t find anyone I like out here on the road.”

“Oh Cardi, nonsense, ‘you’ can’t find a lady? Why, any woman on this planet would be utterly fortunate to have you. You’re a rock star for God sakes and you’re rich. You’re charismatic and you’re beautiful and kind. Unlike your fool of a father,” she stopped herself.

“My what?”

“Nothing,” she quickly changed the subject.

Sister instilled confidence in the Cardinal with her words. She was always able to make her son feel better.

“Yes. You are right about that. I am all of those things—I suppose I’m just having trouble picking one of these ‘utterly fortunate’ ladies.”

“Just be yourself, C. You will find someone.”

The popestar grumbled a bit before bidding Sister goodbye. He felt relieved to have been off the phone. The whole thing to him was very embarrassing and he couldn’t wait for it to be over. He usually enjoyed his tours very much but this time the added pressure made him enjoy it a little less.

[avoliot]

I wish I could do the match thing but I can't drive and there's no real public transportation where I live, so I wouldn't be able to get to where the recipient was quickly enough.

Good question to raise! Let me talk a little bit more about the practicalities of donating stem cells and/or bone marrow (for our purposes the same thing):

1. The registry charity makes the arrangements. They deal with the hospitals and help you schedule appointments. Now, this one is going to vary by country, so check the website for your country, but at least in the UK and US the charity pays for travel and any overnight stays. I couldn't get to the local blood test appointment (the first thing you do after the match) because I didn't have a car - I explained this to my charity contact and they sent a nurse to my house. I don't want to speak for exactly what an organisation will or won't do, but I can't imagine it would be a dealbreaker if you said "I need to be reimbursed for a taxi to get from X to Y". Helping donors get to donations is what these organisations do.

2. It's not a sudden, urgent event. You won't be rung up and told 'we need you to donate tomorrow'. It takes place over weeks - they make sure you really are the best match, and then you have a checkup appointment, and then finally you have the donation. It's all discussed in advance with your representative from the charity, who makes all the bookings with the hospitals for you.

3. You won't meet the patient. They may not even be in your country - I'm in the UK, and my recipient was in America! The donation is flown to where it needs to go. You'll just be asked to go to the specialist hospital that the charity works with (in the UK I was offered London or Sheffield). You and the patient get actually limited information about each other at the time to protect both your privacy, but you are allowed to make contact later.

Generally the charities behind the registries exist to connect donors and patients, and within reason they'll do the heavy lifting to make that happen (mine even booked my train ticket for me, though I don't know if that's standard or just what made sense for my case.)

If anyone is reading all this and wondering what it's about, google 'stem cell registry'/'bone marrow registry' in your country :) I've also just posted on Instagram - @ everina_maxwell - about exactly what my donation experience was like if anyone's curious (happy to port this over if there's a demand).