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#Technically Milligan Pedalian and Curtain have the apartment and the girls (Garrison and Kateâs mom and SQâs mom) live across the street#But they all basically live in the same place so yeah why not#And it basically sums up the entire friendship dynamic between the six of them
(@nobody33333333 I'm ignoring that last bit)
#OH#I want a fluffy sitcom AU so bad now#Because. As much as I love stuff about the âmissing yearsâ or whatever skimmed in Nicholas' life#The dynamic is very different when it's a bunch of scientist college students more or less the same age#Instead of a singular scientist an amnesiac and two young girls#Curtain and Garrison would constantly be on the verge of getting kicked out from sneaking into the labs to do after-hours projects#Asksjfjfjdjd#The sleepover energy from the girls working to get Garrison to relax#Versus the boys all just sitting quietly in the same room hanging out in each other's space#The early birds versus the night owls#Whichever one can cook in both apartments (I refuse to believe most of them can produce edible food on the regular)#Taking care of each other after someone decides to stay up all night#I feel like at least once somebody drags everyone to try karaoke#The kind of stupid bets they'd place with each other#Garrison and Curtain hanging out and doing Unhinged science while the others are on double dates#(They're always invited but preferred to take the opportunity to try Some Things while unsupervised)#Big all-group movie nights that are scheduled once a month and they switch off who's hosting#And they all usually end up falling asleep on the couch/floor/beanbags#So the next morning they all get up and have breakfast together#And Then Nothing Bad Happens Ever And They Stay Friends Until The End Of Time The End#the mysterious benedict society#mbs#ld curtain#dr. garrison
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I Donât Know What to Call This | (f/m/a)
Just Friends? Friends with benefits? Dating? Questions swarmed your mind when one of your dear friends, Allie, asked about you and Hoseokâs relationship. The truth was you didnât know. You and Hoseok were close, knowing each other since elementary school, and considered each other friends. However, as you two grew older, maturing into separate professionsâyou a well-known fashion designer, and Hoseok a famous musician and dancerâyou two had engaged in some intimate activities (sexâlots of it.) After Allieâs simple question, you had to confront your feelings. But were you and Hoseok ready to be more than close friends and f*ck buddies?
Pairing: friend/lover/bfhoseok! x female reader
Genre: slowburn fluff and SMUT
Rating: 18+ because thereâs swearing and pretty detailed smut
Warnings: swearing and SMUT (one of the most detailed smuts I've written, and there's more than one sex scene.) Smut includes: switch!reader and switch!hoseok, grinding and thrusting, protective sex (USE CONDOMS, I cannot stress that enough), lots of kissing, ass-grabbing, dirty talk, a wee bit of choking on both sides, squirting, male and female oral, fingering and handjobs, vibrator use, cyber-sex, the reader uses dildo, slight degradation, and just lots of filthâYOU'RE WELCOME FELLOW FILTHY ANIMALS. Oh, and spoilers for the horror movie Hush. It's on Netflix if you haven't watched it yet. It is GOOD.
 Word Count: 16, 465 (wowie)
A/N: Thank you for waiting! Itâs rushed, so expect some little mistakes here an there, but Iâm happy with how it turned out. I hope y'all enjoy it! Also, Y/L/N means "your last name."
 Taglist: @kirbykookâ @kleritataâ @taestannieâ @jenotationâ @hemmos-obrienâ @zeharilisharabanâ @speed-of-windâ @kawaisorayaâ
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âYou can move those over there,â you gestured to the left corner of the windowed room, where a pile of boxes waited. The move was going to take longer than you expected because the movers arrived a week later than your assistant, Rachel said. I really need to talk to her about this. You stressed in your mind, rubbing your temples. âAre you okay?â You looked up, vision resuming its focus on your friend, Allie. Allie, your friend for as long as you could remember, offered to help you move to your new building. She would help you manage everything, including the movers, tracking your company's items, and the layout you gave to her for said things while managing the company. âIâm just irritated at Rachel,â you noticed her confusion, âmy new assistant.â She nodded, remembering, âRight. Why is she still employed?â âBecause sheâs new, and being an assistant is a tough feat. Sheâll get it soon.â You reassured, âRachel is a fast learner, and this is her first mistake. Weâre prepared for the next show, though, because Westley's helping me organize it.â âRemind me who Westley is?â Allie asked. You sighed. âWest is like my second brain. He helps organize the fashion shows, hire the models, find the venues, and secure the guest list. He has other people help him too, but heâs the brains of that. I create the fashion, and he finds a way to present it.â Allie nodded, âGotcha.â Your phone rang, and you answered. âY/N.â âY/N!â Rachel chimed on the other end. âItâs Rachel. Iâm so sorry about the mix-up on dates. It wonât happen again, Iââ âI know it wonât, Rachel. Youâre new, so I expected to slip up. Iâve gotten it taken care of,â you nudged Allieâs arm, and she smiled. âWeâre luckily prepared for the next show in Vancouver, so you donât have to worry about the mess up. All I need you to do now is make sure that my fabrics are coming in.â âYes! Theyâve arrived at the studio.â Rachel replied. "Fantastic. Thank you. That'll be all for now. Check on West if he needs anything." You ordered. âWill do, Y/N. Talk to you soon.â You hung up. The Vancouver show was in five months, giving you and your team enough time to design the clothes for the production and move to the new building. The show's theme was natural bodies of water and nature, a nod to Canada's landscape. The clothing catalogue would include various icy blue shades to represent waterfalls and warm emerald tones like flora and fauna. These colours would be encapsulated in elegant gowns and suits, worn by different body shapes, genders, and colours. The materials would be made from recycled fabrics from your previous shows and from your fellow artists. You were known for designing elegant attire, so it was best to keep to it. However, it was rare to see different sized, coloured, and gendered models on a runway; because of having to customize clothes to those models. Additionally, making clothes from recycled fabrics would be tough. âOkay,â you began, âI need to talk to my design team and plan out the gowns. Can I leave you here to deal with the movers?â Allie gave you a thumbs up. âThank you,â you smiled, hugging her, âif you need anything, please call me or Rachel, or both. Weâll be back to help.â Before you left, a thought struck you. You turned around to face Allie. âI should just hire you.â She chuckled, âWhy?â You scoffed, "Because you're here all the time!" You walked back to her. "Listen, you're the best manager I know. You can be my third brain. You already are, outside of work, so it would make sense." Allie seemed unsure. âI already have my job at Youth and Hope.â You grasped her hands. âYou would be given a great wage, not just because youâre my best friend, but because youâre going to be busy with lots of work. You would be handling the management tasks, like West. Youâd be given a good amount of vacation, trips for shows and meetings would be paid forâyou could get that loft you always wanted downtown.â You wiggled your eyebrows, and Allie laughed. âDonât I have to go through an interview process?â You brushed a hand through the air. âI can get someone to interview you and officially hire you. Once thatâs done, youâll start getting paid.â You checked your watch, and a quick rush of panic ran through you. âShit, Iâm going to be late. Consider it, alright! Let me know your availability, and weâll schedule an interview!â âOkay!â She shouted back as you left. . . The coffee had become bitter. You werenât sure if it was the roast or the fact that this was your fourth cup of the night. It had been a month since the fabrics arrived. Thanks to Allie, your friend and now employee, your move to the new building was complete; however, your designs werenât translating as smoothly as you wish. "Fuck," you cursed, resting your head in your hands and rubbing your temples. The sketches waited in front of youâthe measurements and ideas raking at your confidence. Your designs are redundant. Youâve done something similar last time. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Boring. Plain. You turned back to your mannequins, still bare. The theme was in your mind, and your design team reassured you that your sketches were fine, but it all felt fuzzy. âY/N,â Rachel peered into the studio from the door, âthereâs a gentleman here to see you.â âHis name?â You asked, still looking at the mannequins. You heard footsteps retreat into the front lobby, then come back to the door. âJung Hoseok?â You turned around, trying to contain your excitement. âPlease send him in.â Rachel nodded, jogging back to the lobby. You heard a muffled âthank youâ before heavy footsteps approaching your studio. Hoseok reached the doorway, beaming his signature smile. He wore acid-washed jeans, a baggy white sweater that matched his chunky light sneakers. His dark hair was slightly wavy and parted in the middle. A tote bag was slung over his shoulder. âY/N!â He cheered, opening his arms wide. âHoseok!â You replied, running into his arms and hugging him tightly. You couldnât remember the last time you saw Hoseokâa year or two? âFuck, how long has it been?â You asked him. He pulled away, thinking. âAbout six months?â Totally off. âSeriously, it felt longer than that.â You argued. Hoseok pulled out his phone and scrolled through his calenderer and photos. He made a âtskâ sound. âAh, see here,â he showed you a few photos of you two with his friends, who were also his bandmates, âsix months ago, you joined us on tour for a couple days before coming back here. I have it also marked in my calendar.â He showed you the dates, which were marked with âđY/Nâs visitđ.â âCan Namjoon or Yoongi confirm this?â You crossed your arms. Hoseok mimicked your body language. âI can call them right now,â he challenged. You two stood in competitive tension. You succumbed. âYou win this time, Jung Hoseok.â He playfully chuckled. You realized that Hoseok doesnât live around here. âWait, why are you in town. Shouldnât you and the others be in Korea planning another album or something?â You speculated. âOur company gave us a month for vacation because we spent most of the year touring.â Hoseok sighed. âSo, I decided to come to visit.â You hugged him again, happy to see someone who wasnât your employee amidst this chaos of stress. âHow long are you staying?â You asked, muffled against his chest. He paused. âMaybe a month?â You pulled away from him, shocked. âA month? Here? Thatâs all your vacation time.â âYeah,â he replied, as if that wasnât a big deal, âI didnât want to travel to a bunch of places because the group and I have been doing that for almost a yearâand itâs pretty chill in this area.â He sighed. âBesides, I donât think many people would recognize me. The airport wasnât busy, and I havenât been swarmed by fans yet.â âDo you have a place to stay?â You asked. He nodded. âYup! Iâm staying at a fancy hotel. I got the suite at the top floor,â he made a gesture with his hand, indicating how high up his suite was. You playfully elbowed his side. "Wow, look at you, Mr. Famous. You can afford a top suite now. Are you sure you don't want to stay with me, though?â Hoseok dismissed your offer with a wave of his hand. âItâs alright, Y/N. Thank you, though.â He peered over your shoulder, âIt looks like youâre busy anyway, so I think Iâll just stick to my suite.â He walked past you, over to the bare mannequins. âAre you preparing for that show in Vancouver that you told me about?â You nodded, relaying your theme and ideas to him. He smiled. âThat sounds really cool,â he pointed to the mannequins, âbut donât you need some clothes for the show, then?â You rolled your eyes, chuckling at him for being a smart ass. âYes, I do. Iâm brainstorming some ideas right now, but Iâm coming up with nothing. I have the design team coming in tomorrow with drafts, but Iâd like to bring my own thing to the table, you know? Iâm the main brain of this operation, and itâd be embarrassing if I come in with zilch.â You leaned against one of the tables, facing the mannequins. "The tough part is designing gowns that fit the right people, you know. Sure, you can make a collection of clothes, but they won't look good if they don't fit the models." You shook your head. "Maybe it's just tougher to design clothes for different bodies. I should just stick to one type of person and leave it at that." Hoseok walked up beside you, leaning against the same table and facing the figures. âWhy donât you find the models and then design the clothes?â You looked at him, surprised. âBut wouldnât that take a long time?â He crossed his arms, âWell, how many models would you need?â âWeâre thinking around seventy. Thereâs going to be two changes within the show.â Hoseok nodded, and you could see him brainstorming. âWell, you have four months left, right? You and your team can make some drafts, cast the models, and finalize the ideas with said models. Which would take about a couple of months? You could do that while planning the show?â He paused, appearing to notice your hesitant expression. âThink about it. Youâve trained your team well enough to work on its own, right? Thatâs what you did for your last show, which was a success. You came in every day for a couple hours to make sure everything was in order, then focused on other things.â Hoseok grasped your hands. âYouâre great at multitasking, so do it. Itâs scary, but you can check on people every day to make sure everythingâs alright.â You bit your lip, âI-I donât know, Hoseok. That sounds like a lot of workââ âYou did it last time, and it worked out just fine,â he gently squeezed your hands, âand Iâm here for a month. I can help out whenever you need me. Iâll simply clean things up and fetch coffee if thatâs what you need.â You laughed, âLike my intern?â âYeah! I donât know how to design anything or plan a fashion show, but Iâll do what I can.â He smiled. âYouâre so much more than you think, Y/N, and if you need reminders, Iâll be here.â You smiled back at him, so grateful to have him here. âMy god, youâre fucking sweet,â you scoffed, taking your hands out of his. Hoseok laughed. You pushed yourself off the table and faced him. âHow did we even become friends?â You questioned. He actually gave it a thought. âYou joined by dance club in elementary school, when no one else would.â He laughed so hard that he teared up. âI think we actually took club photos, and it was only you and I posing.â You laughed with him, remembering those days spent trying to breakdance to hip hop and presenting dance routines to your parents. âYeah, that was before you joined that Music Academy in grade four, right?â He nodded, and you sighed, surprised you still remembered. Your mind came back to the present. âSo, youâre actually okay with helping out?â You checked. âWhy would I ask if I didnât want to?â Hoseok replied. You tapped your index finger against your temple, âtrue.â âSo, how much do you want?â Hoseok looked offended at your question. You chuckled. âWell, youâre going to work for me, so I need to pay you.â âItâs only just a month, though.â âYeah, butââ âWhat about we see how much you have me do before you pay me?â He interrupted. âI might just have to fetch coffee, so you can just give me money on the spot.â You thought about it for a minute. Hoseok yawned. âThis work talk is making me tired. Do you want to go out for dinner?â He looked around you, âUnless you have more work to do. I can always wait in the lobby for you to finish.â You brushed your hand through the air, âNah, itâs okay. Iâm pretty brain dead anyway. I need to be energized for tomorrowâs draft review.â Hoseok pushed himself off the table and clapped. âAwesome! Where do you think Iâm taking you for dinner?â You bit your lip, trying to guess. âSushi?â âSushi it is!â He beamed. You grabbed your things and followed him out of the studio.
Both of you sat towards the back of the sushi restaurant, to Hoseokâs request. The waitress placed you two in a concealed booth, with drapes covering a small entrance.
You two had to take your shoes off before sitting down.
âWhy did you say, âsushi it is?ââ You asked, taking a sip of your water.
Hoseok opened his can of sprite, âWhat do you mean?â
âYou asked where I thought you were taking me, I responded, and you said, âsushi it is!ââ You reiterated.
He took a sip of his soda before responding, "It's a trick I learned from Instagram." He set his drink down. "You ask someone, 'where do you think I'm taking you for food?' dinner or whatever, and then take them to a place with that food. It's easier than asking 'what do you want to eat?' because people can't decide."
You nodded, making an âaaahhhâ sound. âSmart.â
You two caught up while eating your meals. Hoseok chatted about his bandmates and the tour, and you talked about your move to the new building.
Most of it was just adding more details about your lives because you two texted lots during the week and sometimes video chatted. You'd get to see Hoseok and his friends, and he'd get a view of your life on the other side of the world.
To others, it looked like both of you were dating. Both of your friends would tease, singing, "Y/N and Hoseok sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Many of his fans, ARMY, would theorize your friendship, pointing out the matching bracelets you two woreâwhich was later proved normal because Hoseok went live on Vlive making bracelets for his bandmates.
And you two would continually clarify that you two were strictly long-time friends. Nothing more.
Girls and boys can be friends. Simple as that.
You and Hoseok finished your meals. You two shared a few rolls and a bento box and were full.
âThat was really good.â You commented, rubbing your stomach.
Hoseok chuckled, copying you, âI think Iâm pregnant.â
You laughed, âShut up! Youâre so fit.â
âYouâre right,â he replied, pulling up his sleeves and flexing his arms.
You both laughed as he flexed his muscles, which were significantly more prominent than your remembered. You were slightly jealous of his lean athletic figure.
And were gazing at it for too long.
âI donât know about you,â Hoseok sighed, appearing to be tired from the food and flexing his muscles, âbut Iâm in the mood for some Ben and Jerryâs.â
Your eyes lit up. âYES.â
âCookie dough with chunks?â You both said in unison.
You two erupted in laughter.
"I'll go play," Hoseok said, getting up.
You stopped him, âItâs alright,â you smiled, âmy treat.â
Before you left the booth, you turned around and said thoughtfully, "But you're getting the ice cream."
Hoseok's expression conveyed the same seriousness as if a soldier on a mission.
He saluted you. âCopy that, Y/N.â
You saluted him back and left to pay.
The walk to Ben and Jerryâs was quick. Both of you were eager to share the tub of ice cream.
You ended up getting a chocolate chip cookie dough and a cherry Garcia pint, and two spoons to share. You both ate the ice creams with delight while walking back to your apartment building.
When arriving at your building, Hoseok handed you the cookie dough ice cream pint.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked while he gave you the closed pint.
He tilted his head to the side, confused. âWhat do you mean? Iâm dropping you off at your place.â
You gave a shocked expression. âDropping me off? Weâre not even done our pints!â
âBut you have work tomorrow. I donât want to keep you up.â Hoseok stepped back towards the edge of the sidewalk. âI can catch a cab back to the hotel, donât worry.â
You balanced the pints in one hand and used your other to grab his arm.
âYouâre not going anywhere,â you said, pulling away from the curb and closer to your building.
Hoseok pulled his arm out of your grip. "Y/N, you need to be well-restedâ"
âAt least help me finish the ice cream.â You interrupted, holding up the pints that were now in both your hands, along with your spoon.
âWe havenât seen each other six months, and itâs onlyâŠâ
Hoseok pulled out his phone. âNine.â
âExactly!â You expressed. âItâs only nine. I donât need to be in until nine-thirty tomorrow morning. As long as youâre out by eleven, that gives me an hour to get ready for bed at twelve, and I will wake up at eight. Plenty of rest!â
You watched his unsure expression.
"If you don't want to go home at eleven, that's fine by me. Could you leave earlier? Or you can go back to your hotel if you want. I won't take offence; you know me." You held up your arms in surrender, ice cream pints still in your hands. "But if you're leaving because you're worried that I won't get enough sleep, don't. I'm a grown woman. I know how to take care of myself, and I want you to come in.
Hoseok bit his lip, appearing to debate the offer.
He sighed. "Fine, I'll come in. However, I don't want to get a text from you complaining about being tired in the morning."
âI swear,â you promised, pretending to draw an âxâ over your heart, âI cross my heart.â
Hoseok chuckled, and you led the two of you into your apartment building and into the elevator. You pressed the twentieth button, and you two waited in comfortable silence.
The elevator doors opened, and you two walked to your apartment.
You opened the door to your studio apartment, locking the door behind you two and hanging up your bag along with your keys.
âWant anything to drink?â You asked, setting down the ice cream pint in your hand and taking off your coat.
Hoseok set down the cookie dough pint on the coffee table. âAnything is alright, thanks,â
You hummed, getting both of you bottles of black cherry soda and bringing over the cherry Garcia pint and your spoon.
"Jesus, do you need help?" Hoseok asked with worry, seeing you holding the bottles by their necks in one hand and the ice cream pint and spoon in the other.
You chuckled, âItâs alright, just sit down.â
You two sat on the couch, twisting off the caps on your sodas and taking a sip.
Hoseok sighed. âThatâs really good,â he gestured to the pop before putting it down on the coffee table.
âYeah! Theyâre so addictive,â you replied, setting coasters under both of your drinks.
Both of you continued to reminisce about your childhood, especially middle school. The puberty years had been gruesome to you two, speckling your faces with acne.
You pulled out a photo album you kept on one of your bookshelves, which had pictures of your families and your younger selvesâeven photos when Hoseok was training, before debuting with BTS in 2013.
âOh my god, look at you!â You gasped, showing him a picture.
In the photo, Hoseok arms were crossed over his chest, his attempt at having swagger. He wore a collared shirt, and his hair was short.
âOh god, no,â Hoseok cringed, gently pushing the photo away.
You chuckled, "You were so adorable, always dancing and having a good time." You smiled. "You are such a hard worker, practicing so much. I remember you twisting your ankle but still practicing."
You looked at him tenderly. âI wish people could see that.â
Hoseok smiled back at you, softly touching your hand. You grasped his hand, feeling butterflies in your stomach.
He was the first to pull away.
âYou remember our sleepovers?â He asked.
You giggled, "Yeah when you could leave that cramped place you shared with the boys."
He swatted your arm, âThat apartment was good! It was where everything started.â He pouted. âAnyways, we would always look up deep questions to ask each otherâor would you rather.â
You rolled your eyes. âThose questions were overrated.â
âI thought they were nice!â Hoseok defended. âWe got to know each other more, like, âwhat is your biggest fear?â or âwhat is your biggest pet peeve?ââ
He must've seen your unimpressed expression because he continued, "You got to admit that you learned a bit more about me because of those questions!"
You sighed. âI did, I guess.â
Hoseok held up his index finger, seeming to signal âwait a minute.â
He pulled out his phone. âLetâs try some now, then.â
âHoseokââ
âCome on,â he interrupted. âIf you donât learn anything new about me from the first four questions we do, then we can stop, alright? I will never bring up these questions ever again.â
You debated his offer.
âFine.â You agreed, setting down the photo album. âShoot.â
âOkay, but we both pick two questions and answer all of them. For example, when we ask a question, the other person answers before the picker.â Hoseok said while he scrolled.
You hummed, understanding his instructions. Â
âWant to do would you rather?â
âSure.â
"Sexy edition?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. "Unless you're uncomfortable."
You scoffed. âHobi, we're grown, adults. I can take a few sexual questions."
âOkay,â Hoseok replied, âbut if you ever feel uncomfortable, we can choose another question or stop.â
You nodded, and Hoseok appeared to find what he was looking for.
âAlright,â he began, âwould you rather bite someoneâs ear during sex or bite someoneâs lip during sex?â
This is pretty vanilla. You thought.
"Lip, for sure." You emphasized the 'sure' in your sentence, stringing along with the 'er' sound.
âSame,â Hoseok agreed while passing you his phone.
You took his cell and strolled through the website.
What do I choose? Do I just dive in, or go for the vanilla shit?
âWould you rather engage in foreplay or go right into the main course?â You asked.
Hoseok thought about it. âI would say foreplay. You can warm things upâand nothing is more fun than teasing.â He shimmied, making you two laugh.
You agreed, passing the phone to him.
âOooo, hereâs a classic,â he grinned, âtop or bottom?â
âI think Iâm a switch,â you replied.
He tilted his head.
âItâs like, youâre both, top and bottom. I like to take control sometimes, but I can also sub.â You explained. âYou?â
âTop,â he replied, âfor sure.â
You laughed, âYou sound so against being a bottom.â
He laughed too. âI like pleasuring the person Iâm having sex with. Nothing is more satisfying than making someone cum.â
âTrue,â you admitted.
You found your mind wandering to unholy memories of you and Hoseok. What was odd about your friendship thatâto put it blatantlyâyou two had sex. Not just once, but a few times.
This is why asking these questions was pretty casual and not too surprising.
You two started engaging in sex a couple years ago. You were stressed about your company starting, and Hoseok was in town. He offered to help you relax, and before you knew it, he was drilling into you from behind.
Both of you agreed to stay friends but continued to have sex every now and then. It was great, you had to admit. Probably the best sex you had in your life, and it was good that you two were able to keep your friendship platonic at the same time. Only, it was sex without the romantic feelings.
To be honest, you were craving it again.
He passed you his phone again, and you tried to pick a good last question.
âWould you rather kiss me gently or kiss me aggressively?â You asked.
Hoseok paused before answering. âDepends on the mood.â
âWell, at this moment, then, what is the mood?â
You watched Hoseokâs eyes shift between your lips then your eyes.
âAggressively.â
You hummed. âGood to know.â You passed him back his phone. âLast question.â
Hoseok chuckled, âYou seriously didnât learn anything new?â
You shrugged. âI guess not.â
He didn't seem bothered, though, when his body shifted closer to yours.
When he looked back up at you, his expression changed. Although his eyes were already an opaque shade of brown, they had darkened.
I know that look.
He smirked. âWould you rather make the first move or receive the first move?â
You bit your lip, gazing up at his body.
Before you could reconnect with his eyes, you heard his phone drop, and his lips were on yours.
Just like his answer, his kisses were aggressive and needy. You could taste the cherry cola and ice cream on his lips and mouth.
You pulled his face closer, wanting more.
Hoseokâs body language opened up, allowing you to get up and straddle his lap. You felt his hands inch up your shirt and tug at the fabric. He helped you take it off, which gave him access to your breasts.
You felt him undo your bra with a quick flick of his fingers, and you tossed it off without a care.
Hoseok let out a chuckle before claiming your lips with his.
His lips were intoxicating, and you wanted more.
âPlease touch me,â you begged against his lips.
He hummed, grazing his hands down your back before roughly grabbing your ass. You moaned, and he held you against him, hard enough to feel him grind into you.
âFuck, stop teasing,â you pulled away, and he laughed.
âBaby, Iâm not teasing,â he smirked.
Baby. The term of endearment made your heart swoon.
You werenât always this infatuated by Hoseok. But the way he came to visit you during his break, had dinner and ice cream with you, and kissed you this goodâit made you want more than just a fling.
But you couldn't think that way. It was sex. You two were doing this to get off, not engage in lovemaking.
Hoseok swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, eyeing your figure. âYou know what I want.â
You ran your hand up and down his chest. âWhat are you waiting for?â
Hoseok's hands came underneath your thighs, and he picked you up, walking you to your bedroom. He used your body to close the door, slamming you against it.
He ground himself against your core, causing you to moan louder than you expected.
You covered your mouth in embarrassment.
Hoseok chuckled, âItâs okay,â he pulled away enough to graze his thumb over your cheek, âI love it when you moan.â
You rolled your eyes, kissing him and grabbing his ass, causing him to grind on your core.
"Fuck, I can practically feel that you wet," he groaned, trying his best to hold you up and sturdy you against the door.
âB-bed,â you choked, one of his particular thrusts stroking perfectly against you. Â
Hoseok moved you towards your bed and gingerly placed you down. He kissed down your bare chest and slowly took off your pants and underwear.
âFuck, your perfect,â Hoseok awed, softly running a finger through your wet heat.
His cold finger sent a wave of pleasure through you, making you flinch.
Hoseok hummed. âSo wet for me,â
He looked up at you. âMay I?â
You nodded, but he only smirked.
âWords, baby,â he put a hand to his ear.
âPlease,â you bit down on your lip.
You felt him spread your lips, and you clenched in response. He appeared to savour you, taking his time as he ate you out.
When you moaned, heâd hum, sending vibrations into your heat that brought you closer to your climax.
âFuck, Iâm closeââ
He pulled away, licking his lips and gazing down at you.
âHoseokââ
âYou taste better than I remembered,â he commented. âBut I want you to cum around me.â
God, I love his dirty talk.
You watched him take off his clothes. He must've been working out because he was more toned than six months ago.
He was about to line himself up with your entrance, but you stopped him with your foot on his chest.
You smirked. âNot yet, baby.â
You stood up. âSit.â
Hoseok sat on the bed, your roles shifting.
âBut I wantââ
You interrupted his beg with your hand around his erect cock. He appeared to be speechless as you run your hand up and down his shaft.
âHm?â You asked, chuckling lightly at how easy it was to make him submit. âWhat do you want, baby?â
âI-I wanted,â he stuttered, thrusting slightly into your hand, âto cum inside you.â
âIs that so?â You questioned, pulling your hand away.
Despite his vocalized want, he whined when you pulled away.
âIâm only doing what my baby wants,â you shrugged. âCondoms are in the bottom drawer on the right.â
Hoseok dashed over to the bedside table, rummaging for the condoms.
âThose should fit you, right?â
"Yes," he replied, opening the familiar wrapper and unravelling it on his erect member. Â
He stood there for a minute, wrapped penis and naked, just fondly looking at your nude figure.
He whispered something under his breath.
âHm?â
âNothing,â Hoseok blushed. âYou still want to fuck?â
âYes.â
âTop or bottom?â
âTop please,â you smiled.
Hoseok laid down on your bed, and you climbed onto his torso.
âFuck, youâre so wet,â he cursed as you moved off his abs and onto his cock.
A wet puddle was left on his abdomen, which he wiped away with his fingers, then putting said fingers into his mouth.
âSo good,â he groaned.
You hummed in response, slowly sinking onto him.
"Fuck, you feel so good," you said when you bottomed out.
You started moving, swaying your hips back and forth. Each time Hoseok's cock would graze against your g-spot.
His hands were placed on your hips, guiding you on him. You could feel yourself clenching around him and your climax building up.
âI-Iâm close,â you stuttered.
Hoseok swallowed, âMe too.â
âCh-choke me,â you requested as you picked up your pace.
Hoseok grinned. âOnly if you choke me back.â
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Hoseok gently wrapped his hand around your neck, and you did the same, slowly applying pressure.
You felt your thighs burn from exhaustion. "F-fuck me," you cursed, slowing down.
Both of you let go of each other's neck, and Hoseok flipped you two over, still inside you.
"It's okay," Hoseok assures before resuming the pace.
His thrusts were rough and deep, and he pushed your thighs against your chest.
âFuck, please keep going,â you begged.
âCan I choke you?â Hoseok asked.
âPlease,â you replied, âdo you want me to choke you too?â
âYes,â Hoseok responded.
You felt yourself rhythmically clench around him. Hoseok mustâve realized because he began thrusting faster into you.
The room was filled with unholy noises. You could hear the wet sounds of your entrance and the impact of Hoseokâs hips against your core.
âFuck donât stop,â you choked out.
The knot building up in your abdomen unravelled, and pleasure and relaxation spread through your body. Your core gripped onto Hoseok like a vice.
âH-Hoseok,â you stammered, your core overstimulated.
âI-I want you to squirt,â he replied, continuing his firm thrusts.
âOh,â you moaned.
He pounded deeper into your core, to the point where you could feel his tip ram against your cervix.
âAh!â You screamed, feeling yourself gush around him.
âFuck, so good,â Hoseok groaned. âI-Iâm cumming.â
You felt the condom fill up inside you, and you felt disappointed that his cum couldnât coat your walls.
His thrusts slowed down, and he stood still for a few moments.
When he pulled out, you shivered with oversensitivity. You knew that your sheets would be a mess and weren't looking forward to cleaning them when Hoseok left.
You looked up at the ceiling, breathless, while you heard Hoseok walk away from the bed.
âWhere do you put your towels?â He asked.
âIn the hallway, in the closet beside the dryer and washing machine.â You replied.
You heard him walk into the hallway and the closet door open and close. âThanks,â he said. âAnd your bedsheets?â
âThe closet in my room.â
You heard him walk back into your room, open your walk-in closet that led into your bathroom, and shuffle around. The tap ran in your bathroom for a couple seconds, then the sound of Hoseok wringing out something.
You began to sit up, but he hushed you to lie back down.
âJust relax,â he soothed, placing the clean bedsheets on your bedside table and walking over to you with a damp cloth.
âYou donât have toââ
He placed a hand on your thigh. âItâs okay,â he reassured.
You two exchanged a quick smile before Hoseok began to clean you up.
âYou didnât even cum on me,â you chuckled as he gently wiped your inner thighs.
âI know,â he replied, âbut I still made you messy.â
When your thighs were no longer covered in your cum, you two changed your bedsheets.
âYou good sleep in the same bed?â You asked while folding over your duvet.
âSure,â He smiled.
You walked into your closet. "There should be some clothes that fit you. I usually wear men's clothes at home, anyways. It's crazy how great the quality men's clothes are compared to women's clothes." You picked out a t-shirt and sweatpants and tossed them at Hoseok.
He caught them, âThanks.â
You two showered separately and spent the time getting ready together dancing to tunes.
If someone were to walk into the room, it wouldnât look or smell like you two just had sex. You two looked like close friends having a dance party before going to bed.
Again, after you two had sex the first time, you both agreed to stay friends. It was easier said than done.
It was awkward initially, but you both were able to get past that by talking it through. Hoseok would ask how you felt during sex and what could have been better, and you would return the question.
Now, you both were able to have a good time and intimately learn more about each other.
Sure, it was strange, but it was a mutual agreement between consenting adults and fun.
The sex was funâgreat, reallyâand you couldnât have it any other way.
But you would be lying to yourself if you didnât feel like something was missing.
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âGood morning, everyone,â you greeted your fellow designers, âthis is Hoseok. If you donât know him already, heâs a well-known musician and one of my closest friends.â
Everyone welcomed Hoseok with a warm round of applause.
âThank you, itâs a pleasure to be here.â Hoseok thanked.
âHoseok will be helping out here and there while heâs vacationing here for a month,â you explained, âso take it easy on him.â
People shared chuckles at your joke.
"Anyways, let's start looking over the design ideas. You all are very talented artists, and I want you to remember that this is a draft, which means that these ideas are not final. If your idea is rejected, it's okay. We'll continue to work on a collective theme for the show."
The morning was spent listening to everyone's design concepts. To follow your reputation, the designs were contained within suits and gowns. As mentioned before, the theme was Vancouver's nature, where the fashion show would be taking place.
You and your design team used the recycled fabricsâwhich were separated by colours, textures, and materialsâwhile figuring out your drafts.
You asked your design team to draft some ideas because you couldn't think of anything to present.
You were pleasantly surprised that your whole team had ideas that you approved.
âThis a phenomenal,â you awed, âGreat job, Erinn.â
âActually,â you grabbed the attention of the other team members, âyou all did a great job. We will be using all these ideas for the show.â
Your team shared cheers.
âY/N,â Rachel nudged your shoulder, âIâm sorry to ask, but now that weâve got the designs all in order, what about the models? You wanted to have various body types, right?â
âDonât worry, Iâve got that covered,â you whispered back.
You turned back to your design team. "You all know that this show is tougher than our last one because we are trying to include more body types, genders, races, just different kinds of people. Which means that we will need to cater our clothes to the models, rather than the other way around.â You smiled, âSo you all can go home for the next week.â
You heard Rachel choke on her inhale.
"Although you all have the week off, I want you all to try drawing your designs on other body types. Experiment with materials and colours. Remember to take some of the recycled fabrics home with you, and feel free to come in to pick anything up. Just let Rachel and I know in advance, and we'll give notice to the front desk so they can let you in. When we reconvene in a week, which would be next Friday at nine-thirty, I need you all to be ready to translate your designs, colours, and materials to our models." You ordered.
âAny questions?â
Comfortable silence amongst everyone.
You nodded. "Awesome. Good luck, everyone. Contact me if you have any questions."
Your team started packing up.
âY/N, does that mean weâre spending the next week casting?â Rachel asked.
âYes, Rachel. Please contact Westly and schedule lunch tomorrow at noon to discuss modelling criteria. Itâs probably going to be pretty loose, but we need to contact Westly before sending it out.â You answered. âIf heâs not free at that time, try figuring out something later tomorrow. Then book a reservation for three at Romeoâs.â
âAlright, on it,â Rachel replied.
You turned to Hoseok, who seemed shocked.
âWhat?â You blushed.
He continued his surprised expression. âI havenât seen you like this before.â
You chuckled. âHow else are you supposed to run a company and organize and execute a fashion show in 3 months?â
Rachel tapped you on the shoulder. "Westly can do lunch tomorrow, at noon, at Romeo's. He and his team secured the venue with Vancouver Fashion Week and are currently collaborating with the interior designers to figure out how the place will look. West said he'll debrief you tomorrow, at lunch, about the rest of the progress."
You smiled. âGreat! Thank you, Rachel. You can also take the rest of the day off.â
Rachel appeared to be stunned, not responding to your words.
You waved a hand in front of her face. âRachel? You can take the rest of the day off.â
âAre you sure, Y/N?â She asked.
You chuckled, âI wouldnât be telling you to if I wasnât sure, would I?â
She gave it a thought. âI guess not.â
You grinned. âJust meet me at our main building tomorrow, at eleven-thirty, and weâll go to Romeoâs together.â
Rachel nodded. âThank you, Y/N,â
âNo worries,â you smiled.
You and Hoseok watched her leave, leaving you two alone in the studio.
âIâm sorry, it passed my mind. Youâre okay not joining us for lunch tomorrow, right?â You asked Hoseok.
He dismissed your apology by brushing a hand through the air, âItâs all good. Youâve got your shit to do.â He smiled, âIt gives me time to tour around a bit, anyways.â
âGood,â you replied. âSo, where to?â
You pulled apart the croissant, eating pieces one at a time. The butteriness covered your tongue in a warmth that mixed well with the iced coffee you and Hoseok shared.
The park was surprisingly empty, despite it being a Friday. Usually, it would be tough to find a spot decently away from others, mostly shaded by trees.
The inlet was a few meters away, allowing you two to see sailboats pass by. People also kayaked and canoed, and you could hear their laughter faintly on land.
Here, you and Hoseok would be shielded by looming trees and away from potential fans of Hoseok. It was a rarity to have those two things when spending time with Hoseok: privacy and securityâpeace and quiet.
âThis is what you wanted to do?â You asked, finishing off the croissant.
He nodded, sipping the iced coffee. âYeah. Itâs quiet and nice here.â
You two people watched, enjoying the breeze and serene environment.
âI was thinking,â you cleared your throat, âabout last night. Did you enjoy it?â
Hoseok set down the iced coffee. âYeah. I always like hanging out with you.â
âI meanâthe sex.â
He seemed shocked by your question.
âYeah, that was good too. Why do you ask? You never brought up before.â He pointed out.
Because I am growing feelings for my childhood friend, who I now have sex with for fun. This wasn't a part of the agreement, I know. We agreed to not grow feelings for each other and just have sex for pleasure. But it's inevitable to develop feelings for someone you have sex for, right? Like, there are probably people out there that can distinguish sex from loveâand I guess it started out like thatâbut for us?
Am I crazy?
âNo reason,â you sighed. âI just wanted to know if there was anything I could have done better.â
Hoseok turned his body to you, smiling. âIt was perfect.â
He gestured with his arms for a hug, and you obliged. His cologne smelt of freshly peeled oranges; it was a pleasant fragrance, and you found yourself snuggling closer.
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The past month went by in a busy blur.
The model casting went well. You and Westley found fantastic individuals to present your clothing line, which was in the process of being altered to fit those people.
The venue was secured, and the guest list was being made by You and Westley.
âMaybe invite Hoseok,â Westley suggested. Â
You shook your head, âI canât.â
"Why not?" He retorted. "The worse thing he could say is 'no,' and you can invite the whole band." He giggled. "Maybe I can meet Jimin in person."
You chuckled, âSo thatâs why you want me to invite Hoseok. Just because you made eye contact with Jimin for more than five seconds, it doesnât mean that heâs into you. Heâs straight.â
âHow do you know?â Westley had a hand firmly on his hip.
âW-well, I havenât asked him personallyââ
"Then you can't assume he's straight!" Westley exclaimed. "The baseline isn't being heterosexual."
âTrue. Anyways, letâs get back to the guest list.â You chewed on your lip. âWe have Harry Styles, BLACKPINK, LizzoâŠâ
Both of you ran down the list of a thousand attendees to the show in Vancouver. It was way smaller than fashion week or any of your previous shows, but it wasn't meant to be a big party.
Y/N [14:00]: Hey! Are you free and the boys on March 1st at 1 pm for about four hours, including an after-party until 10 pm, with food?
Hoseok [14:30]: Hiiiiii!! Sorry for the late text. I was asking the others. Yeah! Thatâs in 4 months? đ§
Y/N [14:31]: Yeah, itâs for my fashion show. You can ask your company for that time? Weâd provide the plane tickets and accommodation. Youâd probably stay 3 days and 2 nights? Youâd fly in the first day, sleep the one night, then attend the show the second day, sleep the second night, and fly out the 3rd day. Iâll need to know by the end of the week.
Hoseok [14:32]: Sounds good!!! Iâll ask my managers and let you know đ
Y/N [14:33]: Awesome! Thanks đ
Hoseok [14:33]: Np đ
âSo, Hoseok and the boys can come, but he has to confirm with his managers. Heâll let me know soon.â You relayed to Westley.
"Great! As long as we get confirmation from Hoseok at the end of this week, we can send out the invitations. We've checked with everyone's management, and they all seem to be busy. Worse comes to worst; we'll just have to move seats around." Westley advised.
He closed his laptop, and you followed.
âAlright, that seems to be all of the guest list business. Iâll get my team to start organizing plane tickets and accommodation.â He sighed, âshall we head to the studio to check on the design team?â
âYes,â you replied.
Both of you were driven to the studio to check on the design team.
The studio was filled with models of various shades and shapes. Music played quietly in the background, and your coworkers and models grooved to the tunes. Designers pinned fabrics around peopleâs figures and sketched down measurements and ideas.
You and Westley went around checking on everyone, making sure gowns and suits were well in progress. A smaller group of people created ideas for shoes and were sending them out to shoemakers.
The rest of the day was spent getting to know the models, fixing measurements, finalizing some ideas, and briefing everyone about the plan for the next two months.
"Please have the gowns, suits, and shoes by the end of this month so we can start having the makeup artists consult all of you; to make sure the makeup correlates with the clothes and the models." You informed. "Thank you, everyone, for your amazing work."
Scattered âthank youâs responded, and our workday was over.
âYou want to get some drinks?â Westley nudged.
You nodded, frankly too tired to answer but eager for a drink.
Both of you decided to walk to the high-class bar, which allowed private areas in the back for paying customers. You and Westley sat alone, away from the crowds of people near the entrance of the bar.
âTo having a productive three months,â Westley sang, holding up his martini.
You sighed, âCheers,â you tapped your peach Bellini glass against his, admitting a chime.
"Fuck," Westley cursed at the sip of his drink, "they're always stronger than I remember. "Anyways, the show is pretty much underway. Guestlist is handled, the venue is prepped and ready for us, the clothing is almost done. Oooo, I canât wait to see it all together.â
You nodded.
âYou donât seem so excited, Y/N.â
âI am,â you replied.
âBut?â
âI am excited.â You affirmed, although not living up to the word
Westley silenced, knowing when not to push your buttons.
He took a careful sip of his martini. âWhereâs Hoseok?â
You fidgeted with your glass. "Hoseok went back to Korea. He only had a month of vacay, so," you left the sentence adrift.
âDid you enjoy his company?â
âCan we not talk about him right now? I rather not mix work and personal life.â You stated.
Westley acknowledged with a firm nod, finishing off his martini and asking for another.
âMay I ask a question?â
âSure.â You replied.
He cringed. âBut if I ask, promise me you wonât fire me.â
You turned to him. âDepends on your question. You have to ask me first, then I can decide whether or not to fire you. I cannot make promises.â
âWhy are you so off all of a sudden?â He genuinely asked.
You took a deep breath. âIâm not going to fire you, not for a long time. Youâre my best worker, and I canât let you go.â
"I feel like there's going to be a 'but' somewhere. Might as well rip off the Band-Aid." Westley sighed.
You nodded, âYouâre right. And youâre right about my mood. Iâve been kind of off lately.â
âBecause of Hoseok?â
"Yeah, to be honest." You admitted. "I feel like we're really closeâmore than just friends. We're on the same wavelength, you know? And whenever we're apart for a long time and then meet up again, it's like time has passed."
âAnd let me guess, you havenât told him because youâre afraid to ruin your friendship.â
You scoffed. âThereâs no need for sarcasm, West.â
He rolled his eyes and sighed. âIâm just saying, itâs the oldest narrative in the book. One friend is falling for the other, and that one friend doesnât want to confess their feelings because theyâve known the other person for years and are afraid of ruining that connection.â He took a sip of his martini. âBut in the end, itâs two friends just pining over their feelings of love for each other.â
âBut weâre different.â You argued.
"I guess so. The narrative doesn't really specify one friend is a famous fashion designer and the other being a famous musicianâ"
âI mean,â you interrupted, âwe have sex every time we see each other.
Westley's mouth fell open in a silent gasp. His hand was placed on his chest, and his eyes stared into yours.
He tipped back his martini into his mouth, finishing it off. âWell, you didnât mention the friends with benefits part.â
âI know!â You groaned. âThatâs why itâs so complicated.â
"Is it really, though? Wouldn't confessing your feelings after you two have had sex so much make it slightly easier? Because it makes sense to grow feelings for someone you've known for a while and have had sex with on multiple occasions." Westley speculated.
âI didnât say we had sex on multiple occasionsââ
âHoney,â he began, âyou said youâve had sex with him every time you see each other, and you two meet a lot. It doesnât take a detective to figure it out.â
"Anyways," he digressed, "the sooner you tell him, the better. There's no use debating over it for years, then finding out he's found someone else when he would've picked you anyways."
"Gosh, when you say it like that, it sounds like a romantic movie." You cringed, finishing your peach Bellini.
He shrugged. âWell, it kinda is.â
You chuckled. âWell, thanks for the advice.â
âThank you for filling me in,â he smiled.
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The week went by fast. Your design team was still working on alterations, so you were left brainstorming hair and makeup and contacting specialists in those fields.
You were sitting at home, knee-deep in Pinterest boards when your phone buzzed.
You stopped strolling through your laptop and peered down.
Hoseok [19:30]: We can come to your show!
Y/N [19:30]: Fantastic! I'll let my team know, and weâll send out the invites.
You texted Westley, informing him that BTS could attend the show.
Westley [19:33]: Great! I'll let the rest of the team know, and we'll send the emails out tomorrow
Y/N [19:34]: Thanks!
Westley [19:35]: Np
You set down your phone and continued to add ideas to your private Pinterest board.
Your phone buzzed again.
Hoseok [19:55]: What are you doing right now?
You were puzzled.
Y/N [19:56]: Nothing much, just brainstorming ideas for the show. You?
Hoseok [19:57]: Just chilling in my room.
Hoseok [20:05]: I miss you
You chuckled at the text, thinking that Hoseok was drunk.
Y/N [20:05]: I miss you too, Hobi.
Hoseok [20:08]: âŠhow much?
Again, you were puzzled by his text.
Y/N [20:10]: Wdym? I miss having you here? Is that what you mean?
Hoseok [20:11]: I mean, do you miss me intimately?
Y/N [20:14]: Like sex-wise?
Hoseok [20:14]: Fuck, I need you, Y/N.
You stared at his words.
Hoseok [20:18]: I miss your body and how perfectly you fit around me.
Your cheeks flushed.
Hoseok [20:21]: Can you video chat? Unless youâre not in the mood.
You panicked.
You were in the mood but weren't presentable. Your hair was messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup, and you were dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants.
Y/N [20:23]: Yeah, Iâm in the mood. Just give me 5 mins.
You quickly got out of your seat and ran to your bedroom. You sifted through your closet and found the sexist clothing item you had: a red lingerie set. You quickly undressed and put on the set.
You looked into your full-length mirror and tried not to cringe. Your hair was a mess, and you werenât wearing any makeup. It definitely looked like Hoseok's text came out of nowhereâand it did, but you somehow expected yourself to be decently presentable.
However, the lingerie set was doing you favours. The set was composed of a crotchless thong and a bralette that exposed your nipples.
Y/N [20:28]: Iâm ready.
Your phone rang, and you answered, quickly propping it on your drawers across from your bed.
You were faced with a shirtless Hoseok, his cock already in his hand.
âFuck, you look amazing.â He complimented breathlessly.
âWow, youâre ahead of the gameâand really? Iâm a mess.â You chuckled.
He hissed, flinching in his grip. âFuck, just take the compliment, Y/N.â
You cleared your throat. âThank you.â
You sat a pit forward, angling your breasts towards the camera.
âWhat are you imagining, baby?â You purred.
âY-You,â he stuttered, moving his hand up and down his cock.
âMhm,â you moaned, âthinking up my pussy clenching around your cock, making it all wet.â
He nodded.
"You can do something if you want," he suggested. "You said you were in the mood."
Your eyes opened wide. âWait a minute.â
You brought the phone with you on your journey, going back to your closet and fetching your dildo, lube, and vibrator. You hurried to the bathroom and propped your phone up against the closed door.
You suctioned the bottom of the dildo onto the titled floor. You placed the vibrator on the bathroom counter.
âYou want to watch me bounce on this dildo and think of you?â You smirked, rubbing lube onto your hands, onto the toy, and onto your vagina. Â
âFuck, yes,â he replied, stilling his hand around his cock for a moment.
âDid I say you could stop?â You spat.
âIâm waiting for you,â he smiled, making your heart melt.
You paused over the dildo, smiling back at him. âAwww, thatâs actually kinda sweet. Thank you.â
You quickly washed your hands and grabbed the vibrator. Â
You crouched down and slowly onto the dildo.
âFuck,â you moaned, tilting your head back at the feeling of being filled up. It didnât hit the spots Hoseok did, but it was good enough.
You lifted yourself up and sunk back down again, rhythmically repeating the motion.
âFuck, so good,â you sighed, overlooking the pain in your knees.
âThat's right, baby, imagine me filling that pussy up," Hoseok groaned, following your rhythm while pumping his cock.
âFuck yes,â you replied, âand Iâm clenching around you so tight.â
You two exchanged moans at the sound of your pussy squelching around the dildo.
âUse the vibrator, baby,â Hoseok purred.
You hummed, grabbing the rose gold vibrator and turning it on. You place the buzzing toy on your clit, feeling pleasure rippling through your core.
âFuck,â you hissed, speeding up your pace a bit.
âI-Iâm getting close.â
âYeah, baby?â Hoseok smirked. âYou get off at me rubbing my cock? Imagining me buried inside your pussy, making you feel so good?"
You nodded. âBut itâs not as you, baby.â
âI knowââ He choked, appearing to be on the brink of his climax. âI fucking miss the way your pussy fit so well around me, no matter how many times I fucked you open.â
âMhm,â you bit your lips, watching him with hooded eyes. âDonât stop.â
âWho knew you were filthy enough to cum during cybersex?" He observed. "I'm not even there to touch you, but just thinking of me inside has you in ruins.â
âWhat would you do if I was with you right now?â You asked.
âI would fuck you until you couldnât walk the next day,â he replied, âIâd fuck you until that pretty pussy is swollen.â
"F-fuck, I'm going to cum," you stuttered, feeling the familiar build-up in your core.
âM-me too,â he stammered.
You watched his head tilt back in pleasure and his cum squirt up from his cock.
âFuck!â You cursed, feeling your pleasure shoot out of your core and onto the floor
âSo hot,â Hoseok sighed.
You chuckled, coming down from high. You pulled yourself up and off the dildo, sitting on the cool tile floor.
âFuck, did you squirt?â He asked, looking closer.
You nodded, gesturing to the mess on the ground.
âSpread your legs for me, baby,â he commanded and obliged, showing him your battered cunt.
You spread your lips, and he hummed at sight.
âSo beautiful.â He awed.
âYou happy? I need to wipe this all up, now,â you scoffed.
He chuckled. âItâs not my fault that you cummed.â He angled his phone to the floor, showing splashes of his cum on the floor, "and besides, you also made me make a mess.â
You both chatted while cleaning up your messes, talking about your days as if nothing happened. After finishing your clean-up, you two continued your conversation while showering, as if both of you were doing it together.
Ready to relax for the night, both of you signed off with exchanged âthanksâ and âgood night.â
You turned off your phone with a soft click and stepped out of the steamy bathroom. Your pyjamas were soft on your skin, and you felt ready to go to bed.
Hopping onto your bed, you grabbed your laptop and turned on some Netflix to fall asleep to.
From an outsiderâs perspective, masturbating with your best friend and then casually talking with them while showering and getting ready for bed was odd. Repeating the scenario in your mind did make it sound like you two were in a long-distance romantic relationship rather than a platonic one.
But you and Hoseok were different. That was your excuse.
A friend could do this and not catch feelings. You two were the perfect example of that.
Emphasis on were because you were currently spiralling in your growing romantic feelings for Hoseok.
But what would you do in this situation?
You and your childhood friend engage in sex one time and promise each other to not grow feelings. In this manner, you two could have sex without attachment. Fast forward into the future, and you both are still making this arrangement with no negative consequences and feel like you two have gotten to know each other better and have become better friendsâuntil you catch feelings. And you donât want to risk losing this relationship you two have.
Because he is a worldwide musician who canât be tied down because it could risk his career, and he might lose fansâand you couldn't be bothered with any romantic commitment with your fast-paced and unpredictable work schedule.
So, you stay in this unnameable mess.
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âTime flies by when youâre having fun,â Allie commented from the plush couch.
You looked in the mirror, twisting your back towards it to see the back of the dress. âI guess so.â
âYou have to admit, planning a fashion show is pretty fun,â she said. âIf it wasnât, you wouldnât be doing it over and over again.â
âTrue,â you replied, turning to the stylist.
âMay I see the other dress?â You asked, and the stylist nodded, retreating to somewhere in the shop you couldnât see.
It was the last month until the show. Everything was in order: the showâs venue and its decorations, the clothes, makeup and hair for the models, and the guestsâ accommodation. Now, it was your turn to find suitable attire for the occasion.
You tried on the next dress. It was a slim-fitting number, with a leg slit in the front. It was scandalous and stunning, but not right for the show.
âI donât like any of these dresses,â you sighed, annoyed.
Allie appears to brainstorm some ideas.
âMaybe try a suit?â She proposed.
You kept your eyes on the mirror, twirling your figure and watching the fabric move at your feet.
âThink about it,â she began, âthink of all the powerful women whoâve worn suits and killed it. Zendaya, Kristen Stewart, Blake Lively, Awkwafina. The list goes on. Itâs a statement piece, and youâre the big brain behind this operation.â
âI think itâs âmastermind behind this operation,â but I get what you mean.â You corrected.
âYou literally bypassed my whole pointââ
âI know, I know,â you interrupted. âItâs justâsuits for women are so overpriced. And itâs just like the dresses, except a different fit. Same colour palettes, same materials, so on.â
Allie scoffed. "You're a fucking fashion designer, did you forget? Make your own thing. There are leftover fabrics at your studio; you have time to make something." Her face lit up, âAnd, technically, itâs for free.â
You gave it a thought, but the stylist came back before you could finish it.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Vega, but Iâm not finding anything, and I donât want you walking back and forth and bringing me more dresses.â You gave an apologetic smile. âThank you very much for your help.â
"No worries, Y/N! Just hang up the dress when you take it off, and Iâll deal with the rest,â she replied.
âWill do,â you said, and she stepped out of the room.
Allie helped you unzip the gown, and you shimmed out of it. You did as you were told and hung up the dress, and you and Allie left the shop.
The walk back to the studio was quick, you two making determined strides through the crowded city.
You and Allie entered the empty studio, turning on the nights.
The studio was organized chaos with dressed mannequins, big boxes of fabrics in the back of the room, and papered patterns on the tables.
âWow,â Allie awed.
"Yeah," you replied, leading you both to your master station is near the back, "it's crazy what a couple months before a show looks like.â
You looked through the drawers beside your desks and grabbed the tools you'll need to plan out the suit.
âSo, just a suit jacket and pantsâŠâ You said, grabbing some paper to sketch up your pattern.
You looked up at Allie, âDo you mind helping me out with measurements?â
She nodded, âFor sure. What do you need?â
You guided Allie on how to measure your proportions for the suit. She measured your inseams for your pants, the sleeves, the cuts, and so on. In between, you'd write down the dimensions for the patterns.
You two sifted through the fabrics to create a monochrome patchwork outfit. The suit would be shades of cherry red, with different materials making it up. There were no patterns in the patchwork, only various tones of red in several types of wool.
âFucking hell,â Allie cursed while sifting through the materials, âwho wouldâve thought there were so many shades of red.â
She held up a piece of recycled fabrics, checking with you that it was the correct tone. You took it and held the portion against the others.
âNope, too dark,â you shook your head.
"What? It looks exactly the same," she disagreed, walking over to your table. When comparing the fabrics, she made an 'aaahâ sound, letting you know that you were right.
Before sectioning off your pattern, you tried your best to evenly sew all the material together into a quilt-like form.
âJesus,â you muttered, shaking out your sore hands.
âWe donât have to get this all done today, you know. You do have two months left.â Allie advised.
"I know. I just want to put this all together first," you replied, continuing to push the material through the sewing machine.
âAlright,â she surrendered, bringing one of the seats over to your table.
You sewed in silence for a bit.
âSo,â Allie began, âhow are you and Hoseok doing?â
You paused. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou knowâŠyou two and your arrangement.â
You scoffed, âOur arrangement? You mean us having sex?â
âYeah, but the other stuff.â
You pulled your hands from the sewing machine, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just spit it out, Al."
âWell, youâve had mixed feelings with Hoseok, right? Like youâre starting to like him?â She speculated.
Your mouth gaped open. âHave you been talking to West?â
She didnât respond, not making eye contact.
âYou canât be fucking serious. You two are ganging up on me!â You yelled.
âY/N, weâre just worried.â
âAbout what? I have feelingsâand?â You fumed.
She sighed. âYou shouldnât be having sex with someone if youâre growing romantic feelings, especially if you two agreed to be platonic.â
âOh, fuck off,â you stood.
âY/N!â She exclaimed. "Don't you dare talk to me that way? I am your friend, not your enemy." Allie stood up and sighed. âI get it. You donât like people in your business. Thatâs fair. I just feel like you're sacrificing yourself for Hoseok when you could talk about it with him."
âAllie, you donât know what youâre fucking talking about.â You spat.
âI get it,â she sympathized. âI donât. Iâm not you or Hoseok.â
âSo, tell me,â she said. âEducate me on the situation. I am not here to judge. Iâm just worried about you, thatâs all.â
You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized. âI shouldnât have talked to you like that.â
âItâs okay,â she forgave, âjust donât push me away so fast, okay?â
âOkay.â You agreed.
She sat down, âSo?â
You sat down and rehashed your feelings about you and Hoseok to her: the growing romantic feelings for him, not knowing what to do, and wanting something more.
âWell, do you think itâd work out between you two if you dated?â She asked.
You shifted in your seat. "I honestly don't know. It's tough with Hoseok's work because he has a loyal fanbase. I'm afraid he's going to get even more hate if we were to date.â
âBut would you two be happy?â She asked.
You gave it a thought. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, you go into a relationship regardless of other people. Whether youâre a celebrity or an ordinary person, you date someone for you and that person; no one else. There are going to be people who support and hate your relationship no matter what. What matters is what the two people think in the relationship."
She sighed. âYou cannot control what others will think about you. No matter what you do or who you do, you're going to upset someone. So, just do what feels comfortable and safe with you."
You hummed, understanding.
âSo, would you be happy if you and Hoseok dated?â
âYes.â You stated without a thought. âI really like himâlove him even.â
"Then that's all that matters," Allie replied.
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The week before, the show crept on you faster than you expected. You, your team of designers and event organizers, models, hairstylists and makeup artists flew into Vancouver a week early to prepare on location.
However, the majority of the week would be spent preparing for the show. The first day was spent unloading all of the outfits and equipment for the show into the venue. Everyone was required to show up to organize their stations and to familiarize themselves with the venue.
âPlease set up your stations while Westley and I look into the main runway and after part section. Weâll be back in around two hours to check up on everyone. If you have any questions while we're gone, please contact me on my phone." You held up your cellphone and everyone nodded. "Great. Good luck, everyone!"
The venue and interior designers' owners toured you and Westley around the place, showing you the drawn floorplans, running down the prices, and checking that the decorations correlated with your plans.
âThese werenât the chairs we sent over,â Westley pointed to the black folded chairs lining the runways.
âYes, but these were within the price range andââ One of the interior designers, Queeny, said.
âBut did we get an email regarding this change?â You interjected.
Queeny exchanged looks with the other three decorators, and they shook their heads.
Wesley let out an angry sigh. "Well, I guess weâll have to live with these then.â He sat down on one of the chairs. âAt least theyâre comfortable. They look cheap, but theyâre sturdy.â
âAre there any more changes you made without informing as?â You asked.
They all shook their heads.
"Great." You turned to one of the two-venue owners, named Ruby. "Shall we continue to the after-party part?â
âYes,â she replied, gesturing to the doorway that led to the front reception area.
From the reception area, where guests would check-in and get a wristband, a double-door way on the right led to a ballroom for the after-party.
The overall theme of the place was classic European designs with off-white luxurious walls and chandeliers. The ceilings were intricately carved, and the floors were a smooth white oak. Just walking around made you feel like you were dirtying the place.
âThis place is stunning,â Westley whispered.
âI know,â you replied, âyou chose the place.â
âI know,â he smiled, pretending to flip his hair.
You both chuckled, continuing to follow the owners around the venue.
Everything worked out, besides the chairs, so you and Westley checked on the designers, models, hairstylists and makeup artists.
At the end of the workday, everyone was in order and ready for the next three days of dress rehearsals and solving and problems.
You arrived back at your hotel with sore feet and exhaustion.
Your phone rang as you flopped onto your bed.
You answered. âHobi!â
âY/N! How was your flight to Vancouver?â He asked.
âIt was good. We didn't have a rest day, though. We had to settle into the place and check it over. My feet are so sore.â You groaned.
âReally? I thought youâd at least have a rest day when you guys arrived,â he assumed.
You shook your head. âNo. Sadly, this whole week will be walking around and making sure everything is going smoothly.â
He sighed. âShit. That sucks.â You heard him shift on the other side of the phone. âDo you want to relax?â
You laughed. âJung Hoseok, did you seriously booty call me from across the world?â
Hoseok gasped, "I did not! I was talking about watching Netflix or something." He chuckled, "You're so dirty-minded."
You both laughed.
âOkay, so what do you want to watch?â He asked on the other end of the call.
You brought out your laptop and scrolled through the movie selection.
âOooo! Letâs watch Hush. Iâve heard so many good things about it.â You recalled.
You could hear his hesitation.
Hoseok did not like being scared. Whenever you watched anything scary, you were afraid that your neighbours would complain at how loud his screaming was. As you remembered saying "hello" to him once and him screaming in fear and surprise, he was also easily frightened.
âWe donât have to,â you said.
âNo, no,â Hoseok reassured, âweâll watch it. Just send me the Netflix Party link, and I'll ready the Zoom link."
You giggled. âYou donât have to be brave for me, Hobi. I know you donât like scary movies.â
âYou want to watch it, so letâs do it,â he said, âand the ratings are good.â
âOkay,â you digressed. âIâm texting you the link right now.â
âSame,â he replied.
You two hung up and joined the links.
âHello!â Hoseok beamed, dancing.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled at his burst of energy. âHello, Hobi.â
You carried your laptop to the bathroom and began getting ready for bed.
âHow was your day?â You asked.
Hoseok described him and his bandmates' film day for "Run! BTS," and you groaned at all the work they had to do.
He laughed. âBut we got to play games, which was fun. We laughed so much that my abs hurt.â You watched him lift up his shirt and show his toned abdomen.
Your core felt a familiar flutter.
âW-wow, that must be a lot of laughing,â you cleared your throat and took out your toothbrush and toothpaste.
For the moment, the time difference worked for you two because it was almost ten at night for you and nearly three in the afternoon for him.
âShould I turn off my camera?â You asked before undressing to get into the shower.
He shook his head. âIâm okay with you leaving it on. Iâve seen you naked before, so itâs not really different. But if youâre uncomfortable, you can just turn it off.â
You shrugged and began taking off your clothes in full view of the camera and screen.
You noticed Hoseokâs expression.
âEnjoying the show?â You chuckled, finally taking off your undergarments and fully exposing yourself.
Hoseok smirked, âDonât act like you werenât just turned on by my abs. I saw how you looked at me.â
You nodded and surrendered. âFair point.â
You hoped in the shower, and you two continued talking.
âJesus, we havenât started the movie yet,â Hoseok commented while you were washing your hair.
âShit, right,â you laughed, massaging the shampoo into your scalp.
After you hoped out of the shower and dried your body and hair, you both started to watch the movie.
âThis is a pretty cool premise. Like, weâve never seen a deaf person in a horror movie before,â you regarded.
"True, that's a good pointâAHHHHHH!" Hoseok screamed at the sudden slam in the movie.
You burst into laughter.
âHoly shit!â He exclaimed, trying to calm himself with controlled breaths.
The movie continued as you finished off your skincare and put on your pyjamas.
The oversized t-shirt was long enough to cover your thighs.
âYouâre going to watch this before bed?â Hoseok gasped.
You chuckled. âYeah. Itâs not that scary.â You say as you jump at the sound of breaking glass in the film.
Hoseok laughed at the coincidental timing.
You donât remember falling asleep, but you woke up to the sound of your alarm.
âShit,â you grumbled and turned it off.
You heard Hoseok stir awake on the Zoom call.
Both of you had fallen asleep, but Hoseok finished the movie before you could; because you saw the end credits paused in the Netflix Party.
âSorry,â you whispered.
âItâs okay,â Hoseok mumbled, squinting at the screen.
âIâll let you sleep,â you smiled, hovering your cursor over the "send" button.
He softly smiled, âthank you.â He snuggled into his pillow, âI love you, Y/N.â
âI love you too, Hobi,â you replied, ending the call for both of you.
It didnât hit you until you were halfway through your dress rehearsal, but Hoseok had stayed with you while you slept. He didn't wake you but quietly continued the movie and fell asleep.
Hoseok was usually sweet, so you didn't pay too much attention to it.
But it did make you feel special.
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It was the day of the fashion show, and you were fucking nervous.
You had done this before, a show, but this one was different. You had put in so much effort and were proud of how it turned out but were afraid of what other people would think.
âItâll be fine, donât worry,â Allie assured through video call,â itâll be excellent, and everyone wonât stop talking about it.â
âProbably,â you replied, putting on your makeup.
âIt will be excellent, Y/N. I am so sure I will bet money.â She stated.
You chuckled, "then I'll take your word for it because I am not bidding money.â
You both laughed.
âOkay, I know I already showed you my outfit, but are you sure it looks good?â She asked, putting on the A-line floor-length dress sheâd shown you before. It was a beautiful viridian green with lace shoulder straps that draped over the sides of her biceps.
âYou look beautiful,â you complimented, setting your makeup with setting spray and heading to your closet.
You put on the suit you made and looked in the mirror. You looked a bad bitch.
âYou look great! Oooo, put on the red bottoms,â Allie squealed.
You put on the signature Louis Vuitton black high heels with the ruby bottoms.
Your phone buzzed.
âI got to go; Westley is here with our ride to the venue. Iâll see you there!â
âSee you!â She waved, ending the call.
You did a quick check in the mirror, fixing your hair, grabbed your bags, and headed out the door.
Your driver waited outside the vehicle as you approached, and opened its door, showing you a well-dressed and excited Westley.
"Oh my god, you look great!" He gasped. âWhen did you make the suit?â
âI finished it a week before we flew out,â you chuckled, âand you look great too! I love the pine on you.â
You took a step back and looked at Westleyâs crisp pine-coloured suit with matching brown dress shoes.
âThank you,â he grinned. âOkay, get in before we become late.â
You hopped into the car, and your driver got in and started the vehicle.
The drive was spent recalling your opening and closing speeches with Westley and the show's agenda.
âSo, five pm is when the show ends, and then the guests for the after-party go into the ballroom area. Food is served at six pm, and everything is wrapped up at ten pm.â Westley relayed.
You nodded, âYup.â
Both of you arrived a couple hours before the start time, which was at 1 pm, to set everything up and warm up the models and crew.
Westley checked the organizers and the models while you went to the runway area to check the lights and sound.
"Let's rerun the lights, please!" You announced as you walked into the runway room. "Can I get a headset, please?" You ask the crew on the ground, who nodded.
âYup!â You heard the lighting crew respond.
You were given the headset, and you heard the head light technicianâs voice.
âCan you hear me?â They checked.
âYes,â you confirmed.
They ran by the six light settings for the show, and it was all correct.
âItâs perfect, thank you. Can you please check that the sound is alright?â You asked through the headset.
âYup. Youâll have to hand the headset to another person, though, and weâll give you a mic.â They added.
You heard their muffled voice as if they covered their mic's headset with their hand. Next, you had someone hand you a mic and take your headset.
âYouâll need to stand on the stage,â The person said.
âOkay,â you replied, going to the runway and standing on the end portion.
All the roomâs lights turned on, and you could see the lighting crewâs area in the back and the chair organized around the runway.
âYou can speak into the mic!â You heard someone shout.
You started speaking nonsense in the mic, like the type of weather outside, as they adjusted the volume.
âThank you!â Someone shouted.
âThanks,â you said into the mic before handing it to one of the crew.
âIs there anything to report? Any problems that arose before I got here?â You asked the crew.
They all shook their heads.
âHow is everyone feeling?â You asked.
They all shared nervous laughter, and a few people said âgood.â
âAlright, if thereâs anything you all need, just come to the modelling area and ask me. Itâs in the backroom.â
They all nodded, and you left them to their business.
You arrived in the backroom and saw designers fitting their outfits on the models and makeup artists and hairstylists prepping their stations.
âHow is everybody doing?!â You enthusiastically asked.
They cheered with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"I get it. Everyone is on their toes. You all have an hour left to set things up before people start filing in. Remember, the show starts at 1 pm. The door opens thirty minutes before them.â
They call responded with various forms of understanding, and you went around to check on them individually.
Rachel came and taped your shoulder, with a headset on, âSo, the guards are in their posts, and the front is ready to check people in.â
âIs there a line already?â You asked.
Rachel pressed down the headset, asking the crew on the other end.
âYes, thereâs a line of people outside,â she reported, âabout twenty people, so far.â
"Shit, yeah, let them in. It's probably cold." You ordered.
âIâll tell them,â she replied.
âOkay, everyone! Weâre starting to let people in. Again, you all have about an hour left, so try to wrap things up and relax. Thank you!â You announced.
Again, sounds of understanding, and you, Westley, and Rachel left the backroom.
âRachel, Westley and I are going to check that the ballroom area and catering are all handled. Please check in with the front desk to see how they're doing, and then meet us in the ballroom." You told.
âGot it, Y/N,â Rachel answered, walking past the two of you and towards the front area.
Westley appeared impressed. âShe's terrific. She's even got the headset and everything."
"I know, right? She's cool." You remarked.
Like clockwork, you and Westley ran over the details and schedule for the catering and the after-party. Everyone had places to sit, with elegantly decorated name cards.
Everything was ready.
"Fantastic, thank you," you thanked the caterers and the staff in the ballroom. "Feel free to come into the runway area during the show if you all would like to watch."
With that, it was about time the show would start. You and Westley hurried backstage, where you both were handed microphones.
The lights dimmed, and classical music playedâfitting the theme of elegance and high class.
You and Westley regarded each other, did an excellent handshake, and strutted out on the runway. Both of you were met with applause from the crowd and blinding spotlights.
You two walked to the end of the runway and let out an exhausted sigh.
The music quieted, faintly heard in the background.
âAnd thatâs why Iâm not a model,â Westley joked, causing the crowd to giggle.
âSame here,â you chuckled.
âAnyways, welcome to the show, everyone!â You cheered, and the crowd clapped. âAs you know, I am Y/N, and this is Westley. Today, weâll be showing recycled elegant clothes on people. Not just models, but people. All the clothes you'll be seeing here today are made from recycled fabrics and hand-crafted by our design team and me."
Applause.
"We wanted to represent people, so we got people to present our clothes. Redundant, I know, but the fashion industry rarely shows models that look like people. Donât get me wrong, theyâre all fantastic. However, this show will be different. Enjoy!â Westley waved.
A final round of applause while you and Westley walked off the runway.
The show went smoothly and wonderfully. The changes were fluid, and there were no clothing mishaps. The classical music turned into upbeat music that everyone seemed to groove to. Models danced on the runway while walking, and there were joyful cheers in the crowd.
In the end, you and Westley gave your brief thank you speeches, and months of planning and work were officially completed.
When everyone was backstage, you all collectively cheered.
âPhenomenal job, everyone!â You praised. âI am speechless at how well we all did. Thank you all for being such wonderful people to work with.â
Smiles and cheers were shared as everyone got ready for the after-party.
âOkay, remember that food is being served at six oâclock, and you all will be able to find your names at a table.â You reminded.
You and Westley did a quick check-up on people before heading to the ballroom area to socialize.
âGreat job, you two!â Some complimented.
You and Westley thanked the praise and had a small talk with some colleges.
âHey, Y/N!â You heard a familiar voice say.
You turned and say Hoseok with the rest of the boys, waving.
âHey!â You smiled, nudging Westley to join you.
"Well, enjoy the after-party," Westley grinned at the other guests before joining you.
As always, the seven boys were well-dressed in designer suits. Hoseok wore lightly tinted shades paired with a dark suit and floral dress shirt. His hair was wavy.
âThat was awesome, Y/N,â Namjoon said.
âThank you!â You replied.
âYeah, Y/N, I loved the recycled-fabrics idea. Are anything on sale?â Taehyung asked.
You nodded. "Everything will be on sale next month. I'll send you the dates, so you mark them in your calendar. The clothes go fast," you chuckled.
âDamn,â Taehyung remarked, eyebrows raised.
âHey, Jimin,â Westley greeted.
âHey West,â Jimin smiled, âloved your speech today. That suit looks great on you.â
âI know,â Westley smirked, âyou look good too.â
"How are you feeling?" Hoseok asked, letting Westley and Jimin casually flirt.
You sighed. âGlad that itâs over, to be honest. It was fun, of course, but it's a lot of work to organize."
âOh my god, is that Charlie Puth?â Jungkook gasped, hiding slightly behind Namjoon.
Everyone laughed.
"You should go and say 'hi,' Kook. You've already met and sung with him before. You two are practically friends." Yoongi expressed.
âTrue,â you agreed, âand Charlieâs a nice guy.â
âOkay,â Jungkook straightened his posture, âIâll do it.â
You all watched Jungkook walk over and begin chatting with Charlie Puth.
âGod, heâs grown up so much,â Seokjin sighed.
The rest of you caught up and chatted about the show.
Before you knew it, Westley was poking your side to let you know it was five minutes until six.
âShit,â you cursed. âSorry to cut this convo short, but Westley and I have to announce dinner. Weâll talk soon!â
You all said your goodbyes, and you and Westley went up to the front to state it was time for food.
You two were seated with Rachel, Allie, and a couple others. Everyone ordered off a menu, which served various kinds of pasta, salads, and a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages.
It was an excellent way to end off the show.
There was a dancefloor, too, where people could groove to music after eating.
Of course, the seven boys went to the dancefloor, which caused others to join.
You were finishing off your fettuccine alfredo when Hoseok danced over to your table. You chuckled as he held his hand out and quirked a brow.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, taking his hand.
âYou love it,â he smirked, pulling you off your chair and leading you to the dancefloor.
You danced together, along with your friends. He held your hands as you two swayed to the slow songs and body-rolled with you during the upbeat songs. Of course, a few BTS songs played, and everyone tried to follow the known choreography. You went back to your table for a drink of water, and Allie came with you. "Look, and you and Hoseok dancing up a storm," she teased. âShut up,â you chuckled. âThe chemistry is there, Y/N,â she commented. You drank your water. "Not now, Al." âCome on! Heâs here for, what, the night and then gone tomorrow morning? When will you see him again?â She asked. You paused, honestly unsure when you'd see Hoseok again. âNow or never, Y/N. How much longer can you debate this?â âI know,â you replied. âIâll do it later tonight.â Around nine-thirty, the party was dying down, with only a few guests scattered around the venue helping to clean up. You made eye contact with Allie, who was tending to the chairs, who nudged towards Hoseokâs direction. Now or never. You said in your head. âCan I speak to you, Hoseok?â You asked, walking up to him. âFor sure!â He replied. You led both of you to a secluded part of the venue, away from listeners. âDid you enjoy the show?â You asked. âYeah! You did a fantastic job, Y/N. I love how everything turned out, the colours, the recycled fabrics were greatâand your suit! I canât believe you made it,â Hoseok complimented, stepping back to look at your attire. âThank you,â you blushed. You gave a quick look around to make sure no one was around. âIs everything alright, Y/N? Youâre looking around as if theyâre spies around.â He gasped. âAre there spies around? What secret donât they know?â âI donât want to have sex with you anymore.â You abruptly stated. A stretch of silence. Hoseokâs expression was a mixture of surprise and concern. âWhat?â âI canât have sex with you anymore.â âYou canât or donât want to? Is it something I did?â âYes? No? In a way?â You pondered. You took a few deep breaths. "I like you, Hoseokâpossibly even love you.â You ran your hand through your hair. âI know we agreed not to catch feelings, so I think we should stop having sex.â You watched his expression shift from some form of being happy to disappointment. âYou know I cannot date with work,â he explained, "with the fans, touring, and whatnot, I cannot date someone. And you have your company to work on." âI know,â you replied. âBut do you like me back?â You asked. âI doââ âYou do?â You were on the verge of hugging him, but he stepped back. You looked at him, confused. âWe canâtââ âWhy?â âI literally just told you, Y/N. With work, dating wouldnât allow it. I already have peopleââ He choked on his words. âPeople who wish I was dead, j-just for being me.â âHoseokââ You reached out to him, but he gently pushed you away. âNo,â he objected, âIâm fine. I just donât want to add you to the mess.â âYou canât decide that for me.â You retorted. âI understand that you donât want to add me to it, but Iâm okay with it. I don't care what other people would say about us. They're not in the relationship, we areâ" âBut what if I care?â He said, almost too quiet for you to hear. âIâm the happy guy of BTS, whoâs dedicated to his work.â âBut are you truly happy?â You peered into him. âYeah,â he replied, avoiding eye contact, âbut it gets really hard sometimes.â âSo, let me help, Hoseok,â you pleaded. "I don't need to be helped! I'm not another project for you to work on.â He thundered. âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â You seethed. âLetâs just drop it, okay? Weâre not dating, thatâs it.â He dictated. âFine.â You replied. âHave a safe trip back home.â You left without another word, trying your best not to cry. Out of all the ways you thought he'd respond, this took you off guard. Hoseok wasn't one to push you away, but here he was doing so. âFuck this,â you whimpered, walking up to Allie. âIâm going back to the hotel, sorry,â you said, turning away as soon as possible. âY/N!â
You washed your face and hoped into the showerâthe warm water soothing your sore muscles and emotions. You couldnât tell if it was the water or your tears streaming down your face.
What else did you expect? Hoseok had a point: with his work, he couldnât date someone. And it was ridiculous that Hoseok would want to date you.
However, instead of sulking over Hoseok, you decided to have a bath and put on a facemask.
The roomâs phone rang while you were starting the bath.
âHello?â
âHello, is this Y/N Y/L/N?
âSpeaking,â you confirmed.
âGreat! Thereâs a man here, named,â a muffled noise, âHoseok Jung.â
âTell him Iâm busy, please,â you replied.
Another muffled noise. âHoseok says he's sorry and that he has ice creamâcookie dough. But if heâs dangerous, I can call the police.â
âNo, no. God no,â you said.
You bit your lip. "You can send Hoseok up."
âOkay. However, if thereâs anything wrong, please try to press the red button on the receiver. I will check back with you in an hour. If thereâs no response, Iâll get someone to check on you.â They informed.
âThank you,â you replied, slightly shocked by their concern.
You hung up.
A few minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. You tightened your robe.
You checked the peephole before cracking the door open.
âHi,â you greeted.
âHey," he smiled. "I'm sorry for leaving you like that at the party. It was sudden and insensitive. I should have been more considerate of your feelings rather than shutting you off.â
âI was justâscared. I donât know what itâs going to be like for us. And I don't want you to fix meâbut I like you, a lotâso I brought cookie dough ice cream and two spoonsâ"
âDo you want to come in?â You interrupted his nervous rambling.
âYes, thank you,â he chuckled.
Hoseok still wore the suit from the fashion show, but his jacket was folded over his arm, and his dress shirt was unbuttoned lower.
âOh, youâre running the bath,â he noticed. "We can deal with this later if it's a bad time."
âNo, itâs alright. Iâll just turn off the water.â You replied, going to the bathroom to do so.
When you came back, Hoseok was sitting on the edge of your bed.
âSo, what did you want to talk about?â You asked, sitting beside him.
He opened the ice cream tub, setting the lid on the desk and handing you one of the spoons.
âI was thinking you could talk more, actually; about how you feel," he replied, giving you the tub and angling himself to face you. "I just want to listen to you this time."
You gave a brief smile before spooning a small piece of ice cream into your mouth.
âWell, I just feel like weâre in this grey area of being really close but having sex. And we both like each other, and we said at the venue, and I just feel like we should just date then.â You set the ice cream and spoon down on the desk. âI get that work complicates things for you. But once weâve confessed our feelings, I just donât know what to call thisâthis friendship?â
Hoseok nodded.
"So, if you don't want to date, that's completely fine. I understand. However, we can't keep having sex like we used to; because I have feelings for you now, and you said you do too, so it's not a good mix."
âThatâs fair,â he acknowledged.
âBut what do you think? Like, how do you feel about us?â You asked.
He paused and set his spoon on the desk with yours. âI want to date you, Y/N. I just donât want to get you hurt.â He softly grasped your hands. âThe industry can be toxic, and I donât want to subject you to that.â
âI understand,â you replied, âbut I want to date you too, regardless of all the other bullshit. As cheesy as it sounds, all I want is you, Hoseok.â
Hoseok smiled but then pretended to gag.
âHobi! I was romantic."
âSorry, but that was so cheesy.â He cringed.
âSo, do you want to just start dating, then?â You proposed. âWe have the ice cream here; we can pretend to get to know each other more.â
He chuckled. âSure. Letâs do that.â
Hoseok stood up and held his hand out to you. âY/N Y/L, will you go on a date with me?â
You laughed but composed yourself. âI would love to, Jung Hoseok.â You took his hand, and he immediately sat back down.
âSo, Y/N,â Hoseok began, handing you the partially melted ice cream and your spoon, âwhat do you like to do on the weekends?â
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1 year later.
âIâm thinking of moving to Korea,â you said. Hoseok turned to you, surprised. âReally? But youâre not based here.â âI know,â you acknowledged, âbut I can fly in and skype, or whatever. I can have a home base here, too.â You were visiting Hoseok for a couple weeks before you had to go back home for a clothing launch. Both of you were cuddling at his place when you brought up your idea of moving to Korea. âOf course, it wouldnât be immediate. I would need to sort things out with Westley and Rachel and organize a place to stay here and a work area. The company is sturdy enough to handle the change.â You reasoned. âYou could move in with me,â he suggested, turning his body to face you. âAre you sure?â âYeah, why not. Weâve been dating for a while now, and it makes sense.â He shrugged. âUnless you donât want to.â You kissed him. âNo, I want to.â Both of you discussed what your move would be like and imagined living together. If you were to look back at how your relationship with Hoseok progressed, you would be shocked. In a matter of a few months, you and Hoseok went from friends to romantic partners. Although you had not come out publicly about your relationship, many people had a sense it existed; but that didnât matter. You and Hoseok were in a secure and healthy relationship. It was long distanced, but you two made it work by visiting each other when you could and calling almost every day. The only thing that didnât change was the sexâalthough it had gotten better. Nevertheless, so much has happened over the past year. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
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The Surprise Guest
Hello, lovely readers!
A few months ago I was asked to write a piece for the @mlpandemicreliefzineâ. It was such a fun project to be a part of, and now that it's been out for a while, I am happy to share with you the fluffy Marichat one-shot I wrote for the zine.
Happy reading!
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SUMMARY:Â One Friday night, Chat Noir accidentally barges in on a "girl's night" sleepover happening in Marinette's room. After being encouraged to stay, Chat joins the group in a game of truth or dare during which Marinette reveals the name of the boy she loves.
LENGTH: 2972 words
AO3 FANFICTION
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Marinetteâs heart stopped.
âIs someone knocking on a window?â Alya pushed herself off the ground and padded across the room.
âN-no! I...uhh...itâs probably just the wind!â Marinette sprang out of her seat and tried to pull Alya back to the circle of girls sitting in the middle of the floor. âDonât worry about it! Mario Kart is waiting for us!â
RAP RAP RAP
âThere it is again!â Alya stood on her tiptoes and peered out the window next to Marinetteâs desk. âThatâs funny I could have sworn-â
The hatch above the lofted bed swung open with a bang. All heads turned towards the sound as a mop of blond hair poked through the opening.
âPrincess, are you in here? Are you okay? I was knocking, and I didnât see...oops.â Chat Noirâs eyes scanned the room. âHello, ladies.â
âOh, look!â Alya locked eyes with Marinette and gestured towards the hatch. âThe wind has a face.â
Marinette groaned and buried her face in her hands. âThis canât be happening.â
âOh, but it is, and I canât wait to hear you explain your way out of this one.â
âItâs not what it looks like.â
âReally? Because to me, it looks like one of Parisâs heroes is asking to come in, and judging by his cute little nickname for you, Iâm guessing that this isnât the first time heâs paid you a visit. How am I doing so far, Princess Marinette?â
âUnfortunately, youâre doing pretty well.â
Chat ducked behind the lip of the opening. âDid I come at a bad time?â
Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose. âI told you that I was busy today.â
âI forgot.â
âObviously.â
âIf heâs here, does that mean thereâs an Akuma?â Rose smashed her hands against her cheeks. âIs it after one of us?â
Chat shook his head. âNo Akuma tonight. Everyone is safe.â
âIf thereâs no Akuma, then why are you here?â Alix narrowed her eyes. âAre you two dating or something?â
âNo!â Marinette raised her hands in front of her. âItâs nothing like that. He just visits sometimes.â
âYup!â Chat chimed in, âEvery Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday night!â
âNot helping!â Marinette hissed at the boy through gritted teeth.
He sunk further behind the ledge. âSorry.â
âYou have scheduled visits!â Alya chuckled and placed a hand on Marinetteâs shoulder. âGirl, I expect details.â
Chat cleared his throat. âShould I just leave the snacks and go?â
âAha!â Alix exclaimed, pointing towards the hatch. âHe brought snacks. Theyâre totally dating.â
âWeâre not dating!â Marinette stamped her foot on the ground. âWeâre just friends. I swear!â
âI donât know. My brother always brings his girlfriend food, and heâs always talking about how in love with her he is.â
âChat is my friend.â
Alya crossed her arms. âAnd tell us, how did you manage to become friends with him?â
Marinette looked at Chat, and after finding the silent look of approval in his eyes, she swallowed and took a steadying breath. âOne night I was really upset, so I decided to sit out on the balcony. I may have started crying, and thatâs when Chat found me. He told me he was also feeling down, so we talked for a few hours. He checked up on me the next day, and thatâs when we realized that we enjoyed hanging out with each other.â
âDid you invite him to hang out with us tonight?â Mylene asked, cocking her head to the side.
Marinette sighed. âNo, I did not.â
âYou know, I should just go.â Chat tossed a canvas bag overflowing with snacks onto Marinetteâs bed. âIâll see you on Sunday, Princess.â
The unspoken sadness behind his words sent a pang through Marinetteâs heart. âNo, stay. Itâs fine. Besides, I think Alya would kill me if I told you to go home before she had the chance to grill you at some point tonight.â
âYou know it.â Alya chuckled and shot a finger gun in Chatâs direction.
âWait.â He peeked the rest of his head over the ledge. âReally? I can come in?â
âYup, and we were just about to play Mario Kart.â Marinette watched as Chat hopped onto her bed and scrambled down the ladder. âDid you want to play with us?â
âDo I?â He vibrated with excitement as she handed him a controller. âIs this what normally happens at sleepovers?â
âHave you never been to one?â
âNo. Iâve only ever seen them on television and in movies, but those people are always doing each otherâs hair and playing Truth or Dare.â
Alixâs eyes lit up. âOoo, yes! We should play Truth or Dare.â
âNo!â Marinette switched on her computer and loaded the game. âWe are not playing Truth or Dare.â
âUgh, lame!â
âWe are playing Mario Kart, and then we are watching a movie.â
âI donât know, Marinette. Playing Truth or Dare with a superhero sounds kind of fun.â Alya shot her a grin.
Marinette glared at her. âVideo Games. Movie. Bed. Thatâs it.â
âYou know,â Chat interjected, âIâve never played Truth or Dare either.â
âOf course you havenât.â
âIt could be fun.â
âBut you know what would be even more fun?â Marinette leaned in and flicked Chatâs bell. âKicking your butt at Mario Kart...again.â
He chuckled. âThatâs some big talk coming from someone whoâs about to get crushed.â
âSo says the boy who loses every time heâs played against me.â
âOh, itâs on, Princess.â
âJeez, if you two lovebirds are done flirting, some of us are ready to actually start playing,â Alix huffed, flopping onto the floor.
âFor the last time, we are not dating.â Marinette crossed her arms and looked at Chat. âRight?â
âYeah, weâre not.â She could have sworn that she saw his eyes dim when he spoke his confirmation, but surely it was just a trick of the light.
âSee!â She said triumphantly. âWeâre just friends.â
âCould have fooled me!â Alix held her stomach and laughed. âIâm just kidding. Anyway, are we playing or not?â
âYes.â Marinette pressed start on her controller. âWe are.â
As the first race began, she settled herself next to Chat Noir, accidentally brushing her knee against his. Her heart sank when she felt his body stiffen under her touch. Usually, Chat had no problem getting close to her. More often than not, they found themselves wrapped around each other under piles of blankets.
She couldnât help but wonder if sheâd done something wrong. Maybe he was upset that sheâd said no Truth or Dare. Maybe she was too harsh. Maybe she should have said yes. After all, it was his first sleepover, and playing Truth or Dare wouldnât be out of the ordinary.
Despite the internal debate that raged through her mind throughout the gaming session, Marinette came first in almost every race. After her eleventh win, she leaned over and rested her head on Chatâs shoulder.
âBetter luck next time, kitty.â She looked up only to see him quickly turn his head away.
He must really be upset with her.
Alix slammed her controller onto the ground. âUgh, can we do something else now? Iâm getting bored.â
Alya rolled her eyes. âAre you sure youâre not just getting tired of losing?â
âActually, I also wouldnât mind doing something else.â Rose set down her controller and smiled. âMarinette, didnât you say that we were going to watch a movie tonight?â
âA movie would be cool,â Juleka mumbled under her breath.
Marinette looked at Chat Noir. âWell, Iâve been thinking about it, and I thought that maybe we could play Truth or Dare...as long as weâre careful, that is! Weâd have to promise to not ask Chat anything that could reveal his identity.â
Alix threw a celebratory fist into the air. âYes!â
âAre you sure, girl?â Alya furrowed her brows. âYou seemed pretty against it before.â
She nodded. âIâm sure. Besides, I think our surprise guest really wants to play. What kind of hostess would I be if I denied him the full sleepover experience?â
He met her gaze. His mouth rounded into a small âoâ as a dusting of pink peeked out from underneath his mask.
âAre you okay?â Marinette asked tentatively.
He cleared his throat. âUh, yeah. I would love to play!â
The rest of the group excitedly agreed and reformed a circle in the middle of the floor. The first few rounds filled the room with laughter as Mylene did the worm and Alya showed off her best Nino impression.
Once the giggles died down after watching Alix's reaction to putting ice cubes down her shirt, Alya adjusted her glasses and smirked. âAlright, itâs your turn, Marinette. Truth or dare?â
The last thing Marinette needed was for someone to dare her to kiss Chat Noir. âTruth.â
Alix rubbed her hands together. âFirst truth of the night. Letâs make it a good one.â
A wave of regret washed over her. âOh, no.â
âOh, yes! Who do you have a crush on right now?â
âI guess I should have seen that one coming.â
A pang shot through Marinetteâs chest. She lowered her head and swallowed the heartbreak that threatened to resurface.
It had only been three months since sheâd made the choice to move on from Adrien, and the wound still felt fresh. Sheâd done her best to bury the feelings she had for him, but her heart always circled back to the selfless boy who shines brighter than the sun.
However, she learned that as long as she didnât actively think about Adrien, the hole inside her heart wasnât as noticeable. Chatâs visits had really helped take her mind off of everything, but now it looked like it was time to face her feelings head-on.
âOh, I know!â Chat blurted out, âItâs Luka!â
âNo, itâs not.â Julekaâs hands covered her mouth while she spoke. âMarinette turned him down when he asked her out.â
âWait, really?â He turned to Marinette. âIsnât he the boy youâre in love with?â
Alya shook her head. âNo, they had a connection, but I think we all know who really captured her heart.â
âWho?â
âYou mean you really donât know? She never told you?â
Hot tears welled in the corners of Marinetteâs eyes. âIâm trying to move on.â
âDo you still love him?â Rose asked quietly, "Because it's okay if you do. Feelings like that don't just disappear overnight." âYeah, but it doesnât matter now. Heâs with someone else. I lost my chance.â The words tasted bitter on her lips.
âNo, you didnât.â Juleka shook her head. âDonât tell anyone, but I saw Luka kissing Kagami last weekend.â
A collective gasp filled the room as Marinetteâs head shot up. âAre you serious?â
âMmhmm, he doesnât know that I know, but she comes over a lot.â
Alya nudged Marinetteâs arm. âI think you just got your second chance.â
âBut he and Kagami were so close!â Marinette grabbed her pigtails. âI could have sworn that they were dating.â
âYou know, I donât remember him ever saying that they were dating.â
âI guess I just assumed. I thought I saw them kiss.â
âI donât think they did. I know he didnât tell Nino that he kissed her, and those two pretty much know everything about each other.â
Chat held up his hands. âIâm sorry, who are we talking about right now?â
âItâs a boy from our class. You might know him. He was in that fragrance ad that seems to be on every billboard in the city.â Alya pointed to the class picture hanging on Marinetteâs wall. âHis name is Adrien.â
âHold on.â The intensity in his eyes startled Marinette. âYou have a crush on Adrien Agreste?â
âUm, yeah?â She shrugged. âI thought he was dating Kagami, so I tried to make my feelings go away. It didnât really work.â
âBut why?â His voice had dropped to a whisper. âWhy him?â
Marinette thought back to her encounter with Adrien in the rainâthe day love became more than just a word in the dictionary. âI accused him of something when we first met, but instead of getting angry and brushing me off, he reached out to me and asked to be friends. Is he one of the most beautiful people Iâve ever seen in my entire life? Yes, without a doubt. But it was his kindness and selflessness that made me fall for him.â
âYou really love him, donât you?â
âWith all my heart.â
âIs that why you were crying that night on the balcony?â
âYes, but you made me feel a lot better. Thank you for that.â
Chat pushed himself off the ground and began pacing around the room. âI...he made you cry! Youâre so sweet and kind, and he hurt you. How are you not mad at him?â
She reached up and grabbed Chatâs hand as he passed in front of her. âItâs not his fault! I never had the courage to tell him, so he doesnât know. Heâs a wonderful person.â
âDoesnât sound like it.â
âChatâŠâ
âHe broke your heart, Marinette.â
She shook her head. âNo, if weâre being honest, I kind of broke my own heart. I never told him how I felt.â
He took a deep breath. âYou should tell him.â
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
âWhat if Iâm not the one for him? He deserves to be happy!â
âI have a hunch that things will work out pretty well if you tell him.â
âLook, itâs not that I havenât tried before.â Marinette buried her face in her hands. âBut all of those attempts ended in disaster. How would this time be any different?â
âEasy.â Alix pointed to the cell phone on Marinetteâs desk. âI dare you to text him.â
Marinette crossed her arms. âNice try, but itâs not my turn right now. Itâs Chatâs.â
âFine. Truth or dare, Chat Noir?â
He plopped down on the ground. âDare.â
âExcellent.â Alix grabbed the phone and handed it to Chat. âI dare you to help Marinette send a text to Adrien.â
âNo!â Marinette snatched her phone out of his hands and held it against her chest. âWhy?â
âBecause itâll be hilarious.â
"But it's my phone!"
"And it's his dare."
Marinette grabbed Alyaâs arm. âHelp.â
âNo can do, girl.â She shook her head. âAlix is right. He got dared.â
With a sigh, Marinette reluctantly handed her phone over to Chat. âPlease donât do anything too embarrassing.â
âTrust me, Princess. Iâll make sure you get that date.â He took the phone and got to work.
âYou may have to spell it out for him. Adrienâs a great guy, but heâs a little dense in the love department sometimes.â Alixâs laugh rang through the room.
Chat glared at her. âRude.â
âIf you knew him, youâd agree.â
âUnfortunately, I have a feeling that youâre right. Rude, but right.â
Marinette didnât know if she should scream or run away. âPlease donât tell him that I like him in a text. That should be something I tell him to his face.â
Chat ran his fingers through his hair. âI know. All I did was write out a message asking him to meet up with you in the park tomorrow.â
âDid you already send it?â
âYup.â
âI...but...what if heâs not free?â
âOh, heâs free.â
âHow do you know?â
âUhhhh.â Chat scratched the back of his head. âI read somewhere that his father is out of town for the next week. I guess I just assumed that Adrien had nothing on his schedule.â
Marinette did her best not to hyperventilate. âOkay, yeah...this is great. Goog...I mean doog...I mean...oh, no, Iâm stuttering again! Itâs been weeks since Iâve done that. Iâm going to make a complete fool out of myself tomorrow!â
âNo, youâre not.â Chat rested a hand on her shoulder.
âHow do you know?â
âBecause youâre amazing, Marinette, and heâd be crazy to not like you back.â
His smile melted away her fears and calmed the restless beating of her heart. It was amazing how safe he always made her feel, both in and out of the mask. Marinette knew she was lucky to have him as her partner and her friend.
âI know everyone didnât get a turn to go, but I really donât think we can top that round.â Alya walked over to Marinetteâs computer. âHow about we watch that movie now?â
âWorks for me!â Marinette leaned against Chat. âWant to sit next to each other?â
He nodded. âYeah, I do.â
While Marinette set up the movie, her guests made a cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the floor.
When she was finished, she took a seat next to Chat. She soon found herself wrapped in his arms with her face against his chest.
Although sitting like this had become a regular occurrence between them, tonight felt different. Instead of the loose hold she was accustomed to, Chat held her as if sheâd slip away if he let go. To her surprise, she really enjoyed the change.
As the movie droned on, the steady beating of Chatâs heart relaxed every fiber of her being. Reflexively, she reached her arms around him, snuggled closer to his side, and reveled in his warmth.
All too soon, Marinette gave into the heaviness of her eyelids. Still vaguely aware of the world around her, the whispers of an oncoming dream beckoned her further into the depths of her subconscious.
She felt a gentle pressure against the crown of her head before a hazy voice etched its words onto her heart. âYou make me happy every single day. You always have, and now itâs my turn to make you happy. Youâre the perfect girl for me.â
And for the first time in months, Marinette was at peace.
âI canât wait for tomorrow, Princess.â
That night, she had the sweetest of dreams, and the next morning, she woke up with Adrienâs response in her notifications.
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50 wordless ways to say I love you.
#3. Traveling long distance just to see them.
Word count: 2040
Warnings: mentions of sex.
A/N: So I know nothing about filming, and Iâm sorry it took me so long to update, but Iâve been sick. Hope you like it <3 :)Â
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It had been a great week. You had gotten all your assignments done and handed in on time for once. You had time to deep clean your apartment and so much needed laundry. Why were you doing all this, because your boyfriend Drew had the weekend off from filming and he was going to make the four- and half-hour drive from Charleston to the Chapel Hill campus to be with you. You guys had been dating for little over a year, but you werenât ready to move in with him just yet. He was your first serious boyfriend and you wanted to take things slow. You were also 4 years younger than Drew and felt it a little intimidating moving in with him just yet. Of course, he was supportive of that. You laugh to yourself thinking about how nervous you were when you two first started seeing each other. You had gone to high school with Maddy Cline, and when she went to university out west you kept in touch. You were the first person she told about wanting to be an actor, and you supported her dream 100%. She was the one who introduced you and Drew. She always joked that she was your guyâs cupid.
As you were hopping out the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel you heard your phone ringing. Rushing to kitchen to get you saw a picture of Drew show up, he was trying to facetime you. âHey love, whatâs up?â You ask him. It was unusual for him to be calling you this late. You take a good look at his face. There were bags under his eyes, and he had some stubble where he hadnât shaved. You wonder if that was for his character. âIâm just getting back from supper with the cast. I miss you.â He spoke into the phone. Austin must have been sleeping because Drew spoke quietly. âIs everything okay love? You seem off.â He looked away from the screen, even when you werenât physically with him you could still tell when something was up. You did this with everyone, not just him, but Drew thought it was your superpower. âJust a rough week with filming, and honestly I donât feel very good, I think Iâm just tired, but I donât know.â He sat the phone, so it was propped up, rubbing his face with his hands. âOh, Iâm sorry to hear that Drew, just wait a couple of days and you can come down here for a little break. I promise nothing but movies and snuggles.â You told him with hope in your voice. His face falls when he sees how excited you are. He was dreading making this call all day. âYeah about that,â he trailed off. You sigh, âyou canât make it, can you?â He looked at you and instantly felt worse. âNo, I thought we were going to have the weekend off, but I guess weâre behind schedule. Which I find crazy because weâve been working our asses off all week.â He laughed trying to brighten the mood. âMaybe next weekend love, Iâll try and make it down. Iâm sorry I know you were looking forward to it.â You put on a fake smile for him. He was already feeling shitty, and you werenât going to add to his problems. âThatâs okay, I have to work next weekend, but maybe I can switch my shifts around.â You send him a reassuring smile. âGo get some sleep babe, what time do you work in the morning?â âWe have to be on set by 9:30.â âOkay, well I have class tomorrow, so Iâll talk you then. I love you, get some sleep.â You told him. Drew was half falling asleep talking to you. âYeah your right love, have a good day, I love you more.â With that you hung up the phone. To say that you were disappointed was an understatement. You had been looking forward to seeing Drew all week, but you also felt bad because he was sick. Drew always took such good care of you when you werenât feeling 100%. You decided he needed you there with him. You find your group chat with the girls and send them off a message.
Y/N: Hey guys, I heard youâve been having a long week filming, but I need to ask a tiny favor of you.
MB: Ugh, you have no idea, Iâm so tired I think Iâve been sleepwalking the whole day.
MC: I agree, this has been a week from hell, Chase got home and went straight to bed. What do you need Y/N?
Y/N: Well as you guys know, Drew was going to come down this weekend but now he canât. So I was thinking of catching the bus down Friday and surprising him. But I need to know his schedule.
MC: YOU GUYS ARE TOO MUCH! Of course, we can help you with that. Heâs filming with me a lot this weekend, so maybe be down for Friday night, our last call time is 5, and hopefully it wonât take more than an hour or so.
MB: I will be so happy not to listen to him go on about how much he misses you. He was so sad when he found out we would be filming through the weekend.
Y/N: Okay perfect, Iâll get Austin to pick me up from the bus station and Iâll wait at their place for him to get home. You guys are the best!
MC: Maybe we can all go get supper Saturday night, at the new bar we found. Everyone misses you.
MB: OMG I forgot about that place, yeah, we should go, Y/N you love it, they have half priced shots on Saturdays.
Y/N: Yeah okay, Iâll see what Drew wants to do and Iâll get back to you.
You were so excited. You went online and bought a bus ticket for Friday after you last class. It was a 5-hour drive because you would have to switch buses, but for Drew it was worth it. You packed your bag and planned with Austin for him to pick you up around 5:30. He promised to keep it a secret and was happy Drew wouldnât be moping around the apartment.
When you get ready for your class that morning you just put on a cardigan, some leggings and put your hair in a ponytail. Austin had texted you saying that everyone was excited to see you and Drew was oblivious to what was being planned. Drew had also texted you that day, telling you to have a good day and he would try and call you that night. You could hardly sit through your class always checking the time. Once your class was over, you walked home and grabbed you stuff to catch the bus. Once you got on and settled you put your headphones in and slept the whole way. As promised Austin was at the bus station waiting for you. âHey Y/Nâ he greeted engulfing you in a hug. You laugh âHi Austin, thanks for picking me up, is Drew still filming?â âUh yeah he is! Maddie said that they were going to be done around 6. You guys should have the place to yourselves, Iâm going to stay at Rudyâs tonight.â You felt bad, you didnât want to kick him out of his own home. âAustin you didnât have to do that! I didnât want to put anyone out. I was just worried about him. Is he still sick?â He laughed at you. âNo Iâm good, I donât need to hear you and Drew go at it tonight, and I think he was a bit better today. If you ask me, I think everything is getting to him. He misses you; he misses his family; heâs working like none stop right now. I think he just needs some sleep.â You nodded along with everything Austin said. If there was one person who knew Drew better, then you it was him. Theyâd been roommates since filming season one after you and Drew decided to wait to move in together. You had become surprisingly good friends with Austin, and he would always third wheel you guys. âWait, heâs not sleeping?â It caught you off guard, Drew never had trouble sleeping. A trait of his you were always jealous of. âYeah well he never sleeps great without you anyways or at least thatâs what he tells me.â You never knew that. You would spend a week at time with Drew, you guys would flip between each other places always spending the night together. You had to admit, you did sleep much better wrapped up in his arms.
Austin dropped you off at the apartment. âAre sure your okay sleeping at Rudyâs tonight Austin. Iâm sure if Drewâs tired nothingâs going to happen.â He was putting your bag down, grabbing a drink out of the fridge. âYeah, Iâm sure, him and Elaine finally got together so heâs been sleeping at her place. Iâm just going to watch the game or something.â You smiled, those two had been pining over each other for months. You had seen some pictures on Instagram and was happy they finally made it official.
Austin left you at the apartment waiting for Drew to get back. You put your stuff in his room and decided to make something to eat. If Drew were sick you wanted to make something that would make him feel better. Looking through his pantry you found some cans of soup and decided that would be perfect. He should be home anytime so it would be ready for him when he got there. You put on your Spotify playlist and started cooking. You were so focused on what you were doing that you never heard Drew unlock the door. He had to look twice when he saw you facing away from him making food slightly dancing in spot while you cooked. He was glad it wasnât Austin cooking for once. âY/N, what are you doing here? I missed you so much.â He came up hugging you from behind. You jumped a little. âChrist Drew, for being so big youâre awfully quite.â He laughed kissing you. You finally get a good look at him for the first time in a couple of weeks. He looked terrible the bags under his eye were worse, he was pale, and when you put your hand to his forehead, he had a fever. âDrew Starkey, you are running a fever, why didnât you tell me it was this bad. Iâm making you some soup go lay down on the couch until its done.â You scold him. He knew better then to let things get this bad.
Once the soup was warmed up you put it into some bowls and brought it over to him on the couch. He had turned on Netflix and was watching a crime documentary. âBabe you didnât have to do all this, Iâm fine, really. Just a bit of a cold nothing I canât handle on my own.â âClearly, I can tell youâre getting much better. Just eat this and we can cuddle after words.â You reply to him with sarcasm. Drew didnât know how he got so lucky. For the rest of supper, you guys made small conversation. He asked about the bus ride and how school was going, and you asked about filming. Once the two of you were done eating you put the dishes in the sink, they could wait to be washed in the morning. You came back and laid down on the couch opting to the big spoon. Grabbing a blanket and wrapping Drew up to keep him warm. âWhereâs Austin?â he asked. He noticed that his roommate wasnât home, âoh heâs sleeping at Rudyâs tonight. He didnât want to listen to us having sex.â Drew laughed and his breath tickled your chest making you giggle. âIâm too tired for sex tonight maybe tomorrow.â You looked down at him he was staring at the television half asleep. âGet some rest love you need it.â And with that Drew slept better than he had weeks.
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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.6 (BAON)
Summary:Â Kidnapping Stretch doesn't seem like a good choice for life expectancy, really, but his kidnappers are full of bad choices.
Tags: Â Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Â Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping
Part of the âby any other nameâ series.
Warning:Â I want to add a warning here for homophobic language and homophobia. We're switching to the POV of an asshole, so be aware and stay safe!
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Chet was having a bad night.
This wasnât how it was supposed to go down. None of this was even his idea, all heâd wanted was a chance to make a little money. He didnât even hate the dust catchers, not like his buddy Steve did. Sure, he thought the fuckers should go back under the mountain and fuck the libs for keeping the government from doing what they shouldâve in the first place. If theyâd sent in the military when the freaks first showed up, none of this wouldâve happened. Stuff âem all back under the mountain and leave American jobs for Americans, yeah, that Chet could get behind. He didnât want âem dead, though. Only back where they belonged.
But Steve, man, he was always bitching about âem. How they were at all the bars and stores these days, working at the gas station when he bought his cigarettes. Couldnât take two steps anymore without bumping into a freak. His boss down at the shop even started hiring some of them and Steve spent a whole night with a bug up his ass on that one, the rest of them could barely hear the game.
And yeah, he knew Steve was getting deep into one of them anti-monster groups online. Chet didnât care, none of his business, and if Steve managed to get arrested one of these days, welp, Chet wasnât planning on sharing the bunk bed. Heâd send a fair thee well letter and keep his ass at the bar, and if Dwayne and Vic were smart, theyâd join him.
So, Chet had been just as surprised as the rest of them when Steve introduced them to Jerry. Creepy ass looking motherfucker, even for a monster. Shouldâve been his cue right there to get out of dodge, he should've noped the hell out when that Jerry asshole told them he knew an easy way for them to make some money. He should have thanked him and gone for another beer instead, maybe headed down to the sports bar down the street and left all of this shit to the movies.
But Steve was sure it would work and the more he went on about it, the better it sounded. Everyone knew the cops didnât like monsters, they wouldnât be in any rush to get involved. The Embassy would pay them off, theyâd let the skeleton guy go, and done. And instead of busting his ass every day for his shithead boss, theyâd be down in Rio on the beach for the rest of their lives. All they had to do was shake âem up, make the Monsters see they werenât welcome here. No one had to get hurt.
In fact, Scary Jerry had been pretty clear that hurting bone boy was a fast way to lose out on the cash. Turned out that skeletons were fragile little snowflakes and theyâd break if anyone got too rough. If they wanted a payday, theyâd have to snatch him without a bruise on his pussy little bones and Jerry helped them out with that, too. Drop a couple of tabs in his drink and heâd walk out with them docile as a lamb.
Jerry told them the skeleton was a little slut who fagged around for anyone whoâd pay for it. All he was good for was Twitter and blowjobs, and so long as they used the drugs Jerry gave them, no problems.
Heâd made a joke about putting his big mouth to good use if they wanted so long as they didnât rough him up, but Chet didnât go for that shit. Not from any freak.
Then Jerry stopped showing up to their meetings. That didnât matter, Steve told them, they already had everything they needed, and Chet believed him like the stupid fucker his dad always said he was. They spent a couple months planning, figuring out skeleton boyâs schedule and when he started the bar routine, they saw their chance.
Only, Chet didnât like what he was hearing from Steve anymore. Everything went down as planned at the bar, at first, but now there were complications.
To begin with, it was supposed to be the skeleton only. He was the cash cow and now theyâd dragged in that other guy. Little faggot was probably bending over for the monster, doing whatever sick shit they did. He deserved whatever asswhipping anyone wanted to hand him, but Steve was taking it too far in Chetâs uneasy opinion.
After theyâd sent the ransom video to the embassy, heâd start off on how they seen their faces, those two. Like everyone hadnât at the bar? Thatâs why they were supposed to leave the country when they got the cash. The way Steve was talking, it didnât sound like he wanted to scare the little shits tied up in the other room back underground or even give that Human a good reminder as to why he should hang out with his own faggy kind and give the dust catchers a pass.
Steve sounded a lot like maybe he was thinking of using the gun that was tucked into the waistband of his pants and if the others were as uneasy about that as Chet was, they didnât say. None of them said much of anything, only drank their congratulatory beers let Steve go on about how there shouldnât be witnesses, canât have no witnesses.
That wasnât at all the plan, the plan was to get the money and let them go, but Chet kept his trap shut, anyway. It was too late now, he was in the thick of it and he couldnât run without the cash. If he opened his big mouth, he might become a witness instead and that was definitely not a part of the plan.
Theyâd gone through all the beers and chips when Steve suddenly whirled around, his gun suddenly in his hands. Chet kept a wary eye on it.
âWe should check on them,â Steve said abruptly. âCheck on them, see what they have to say. Make them tell us how much they saw.â
What could those two say that would sway Steveâs pendulum back into letting them go, Chet wondered. Not much, he didnât think. Theyâd swear up and down that they didnât know what they looked like whether it was true or not and the chances of them not telling anyone whatever they did know was nil. That was what leaving town was for, there was a car waiting, an airport three states away with tickets ready.
But Chet was knee-deep in the shit, had been since the moment that Jerry fuck sat at their table, and all he could do now was keep wading and hope he reached shore.
He followed Steve down the hallway silently, hanging back with Dwayne and Vic as Steve led the way. He flung open the door, gun in hand, and instead of terrified screams there was a fucking explosion. Some kind of bomb and at first Chet thought they were all dead. Heâd heard what Monsters could do, his gramma used to tell him tales, horrifying fairy stories of humans whoâd died in the war all those years ago, their still-beating hearts ripped free of their mangled bodies.
But once the smoke cleared, there was no blood or torn off limbs, only a smoldering piece of plastic on the floor and two empty chairs with the ropes still around them. They were gone, Chet realized dumbly. Gone and theyâd set a little trap before they went, gone, and with it their chance at the money.
Yeah, okay, fuck this.
âLetâs get out of here,â Chet hissed, already backing up towards the door.
âAnd go where without the money?â Steve demanded. His short hair was sweaty and sticking up in clumps and his face was flushed a dark red, broken blood vessels standing out as bright snaps in his eyes. No one answered. âWe stick to the plan, they couldnât have gotten far. Now start looking!â
Start looking. Chet nodded and fumbled for his own gun, the heavy weight of it unfamiliar despite all the times he went to the firing range. Look around the dusty old warehouse that belonged to the company Dwayne worked for, that heâd sworn up and down was mostly empty and didnât even have a security guard, perfect for their plan.
Not so perfect if those two managed to wiggle their way out, but he was gonna look, see if maybe they were hiding in a closet somewhere. Chet didnât know what he was gonna do if he found them, but he was more afraid of what would happen if Steve found them first. Better to start looking first and maybe he could come up with something. Wasnât like he had any other ideas.
The first couple rooms were empty of anything but dusty cartons and rat crap. Chet kept moving, the jumble of them moving down the hallway as they went from room to room. Found nothing, reporting the same from everyone, and they rounded the corner, still looking. Theyâd made almost a full circle, ready to go downstairs and try the same maneuver again when there was a loud popping sound and Chetâs first thought was, fuck, Steve found them first, fuck, fuck!
But it wasnât Steve, it was Vic. Chet watched in disbelief as Vic stumbled out of the room heâd been checking clutching at his face, the exposed skin red and raw. Yellow, stinking smoke followed him out, pouring over them all like a cloud of rotting foulness. Tears pour from Chetâs eyes and he covered his mouth with his sleeve, coughing, trying to squint through stinging smoke even as his panicked mind blubbered that it was acid, the skeleton could spit acid or some shit, they were dead, they were all dead.
Vic fell to the ground, rolling on the filthy linoleum and screaming that his face was burning and maybe Dwayne had the same idea Chet did about the acid. He was closest to the outer door and he stumbled back into it, the doors swinging open as he took off through them. Before Chet could follow, more screams came, wavering between loud and muffled as the doors flapped open and closed.
He got Dwayne, too, Chet thought giddily, fucking monster was gonna kill them all and maybe that was Jerryâs plan from the start.
Chet stood frozen in the hallway, not knowing which way to flee. Didnât matter, the monster would see him, he was sure of it, see him and get him, tear him open like in the movies, like in grammaâs bedtime stories. Vic was still keening, clutching at the raw sore of his face, and that was when Steve started shooting.
The room was still cloudy with foul yellow smoke and Steve was holding his gun out and firing wildly in a blind spray of bullets. One landed way too close to Chet, embedded into the wall right next to him and fuck this. He fell to the floor and started to crawl.
The air was clearer down here and he could see a little, his watering gaze blurry but he could see enough. Too much, in fact. He pressed down into the floor and watched as Steve was suddenly lifted off his feet and slammed into the ceiling, the wall, the floor.
Up and down and left and right, over and over until he was hanging in the air like a rag doll, slumping limply down, and that was when Chet saw a monster.
No movie creation, no scrawny faggot flailing out on the dance floor like heâd seen earlier. This Monster walked right out of his sweaty nightmares through the drywall dust and smoke, his teeth bared in a skeletal grimace, one eye socket filled with endless blackness that threatened to swallow Chet down and the other a flickering hellfire, a swirling deadly comet crashing through the night sky towards him. Strolling in like Death himself and Chet couldnât look away, afraid It would fall on him and rip his throat out with those teeth.
It didnât head for Chet, practically ignored him as It went to stand in front of Steveâs battered, bleeding form.
Steve wasnât out of the count yet. He tried to raise his gun, but it trembled so hard in his grip he could barely hold it. The Monster didnât even move, that hellfire gaze going brighter and Steveâs gun was ripped away, clattering down the hallway. The Monster leaned down, one long-fingered hand extending, more fire glowing at the tips of those spindly fingers and Chet only lay there, waiting to watch Steve die and wondering if It would turn on him next.
The voice was unexpected, hoarse and worried, and terribly human. âStretch, donât. Enough, okay? Donât.â
Donât stretch what? Chet thought, distant and dreamy.
There. The human, the little fag from the bar was standing behind the creature and he was braver than he looked. He set a hand on Its narrow back, said something that Chet couldnât hear through the soaring ringing in his earsâŠno, wait, was that the fire alarm?
The demon stopped and closed Its eye sockets, finally hiding that hellfire glow. When he opened them again, his gaze was a pale, bland light, but when he spoke and Chet thought he could feel the vibrations down in his own bones, rattling through him. "enough. yeah, okay.â He crouched down in front of Steve, elbows braced on his skinny thighs and the coldness in his voice rang down the hallway. âhere's a judgement for you, pal. enjoy prison."
Chet didnât wait for the monster to pronounce a judgement on him. He did the only thing he could. He scrambled to his feet and ran. Past Vic, still whimpering on the floor, out through the swinging doors, coughing as he ran into a fresh cloud of smoke and here was Dwayne, stuck fast to the stair railing by some kind of sticky foam that looked like insulation.
He kept running, out into the cool night air, gasping in a clean lungful. He took another stumbling step and stopped. His path to the van was cut off, not that it mattered since he didnât have the keys. They were upstairs with Steve and there was no fucking way Chet was going back up there, not for any amount of cash; heâd barely escaped with his mortal soul the first time.
But what he saw outside froze his blood. Another skeleton, no, more than that. Monsters, so many Monsters, tall and small, incongruous in their dark suits and none of them looked like a savior but Chet fell to his knees in front of them all anyway, croaking out, "Help me.â
The skeleton grinned and Chet couldnât spare anymore horror, not even when he saw those jaggedly sharp teeth. âyeah, the honey bun is here, aâright.â
Chet didnât have a chance to ask what the fuck donuts had to do with anything. Cool metal bracelets slid around his wrists, strong hands hauling him to his feet and towards one of the cars and Chet went willingly, gratefully.
He slumped in the back of the car, resting his face against the cool window glass and did not watch what was going on outside. Didnât matter, not really, heâd made it out alive and that was it. It was enough.
Eventually, though, he opened his eyes and caught side of the others being led out. Vic, his face visibly raw and red in the spotlights shining everywhere. Dwayne was being rolled out, lying sideways on a stretcher, still wrapped up in foam, and behind the paramedics was Steve with two Monsters on either side of him, caging him in. Dried blood was crusting his nose, but he was on his feet and being led to a car of his own.
In his chest, humor suddenly took hold, bubbling its way out until Chet was giggling alone in the empty car, shrill and unsteady.
Looked like maybe he and Steve would end up sharing bunks after all.
tbc
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Pairing: Hyunjin X Reader
Swearing. Jealousy. Mentions of a breakup.
A/N: This idea sort of just... came to me a few days ago and I busted this out. Itâs a bit heavier and more angsty than I wanted, but I hope you all like it!Â
Iâm still working on a very long piece for Hyunjin and a few more requests in my asks, please look forward to whatâs coming!
Also, what do you all think of GO LIVE? Personally, Iâve had it on repeat since it came out!
Stay cool.
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âHey! I know we planned on hanging out tonight but Changbin and I are kind of on a roll here with this song of ours and the deadline is only in a couple days so weâre really desperate to keep this going and-â
âAnd you wonât be coming home to watch a horror movie with me?â
âOr a cheesy rom-com, we never really decided.â
You and Chan were best friends. After showing up to your first day at your shared university, Chan was introduced to you as your tour guide during freshman orientation. While everyone else in your group hung back and anxiously glanced around at the foreign environment, you and Chan instantly hit it off and continued a conversation at the front of the crowd for the entire tour.Â
He told you about growing up in Australia and his love for music (you tried to hide your giggle when he mentioned him and his friendsâ Soundcloud endeavors) whereas you talked about all the classes you were taking and your dream career.
Meeting Chan took a lot of pressure off of your shoulders when it came to starting at a new school and embarking on a new stage of your life. Not only did he restore your faith in nice people still existing, but he gave you advice on teachers, told you the best places to hit up for snacks during a late night study session, and you got to meet all of his friends.
You got to meet Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was your age, two years younger than Chan, and one of Chanâs honorary brothers. They met through Minho, another boy in the group, who was partnering with Hyunjin on choreography and went to Chan for music to use.Â
Honestly, youâd be surprised if anyone met your eight stray boys and didnât want to get close to them; their charm is hard to resist.
And, unfortunately for you, so is Hyunjinâs.
You occasionally saw each other when the nine of you hung out as a group, greeting each other upon arrivals and exits, waving when you saw each other on campus. Soon, that grew into you guys gravitating towards each other at hangouts (sitting next to each other and sharing a bowl of popcorn on movie night, stepping out for fresh air together during one of Jisungâs big parties) and making plans on your own without the rest of the boys. It was no surprise to the rest of the group when Seungmin called you while you were on your first official date with Hyunjin and had to explain what you were doing (and why you would have to hear about how annoying Jisung was being at another time).
You and Hyunjinâs relationship, despite your fears, didnât disrupt the dynamic of your friend group. Splitting your guysâ time between dates and takeout dinners with the boys was easy and your lives almost barely changed once you became official.
Which was the problem.
While behind closed doors you and Hyunjin were as âlovey-doveyâ as they come (âget a room, you two!â), the rest of your college campus just saw you two as the best friends you had been for the months between meeting and getting together.
It left a sour taste in your mouth every time someone asked if you could hook them up with Hyunjin and it was like a punch to Hyunjinâs throat every time someone made a suggestive comment about how you looked that day in front of him.
It was what eventually broke you guys up, all the jealousy and occasional bickering over people who were âjust friendsâ. You two were the only people on each otherâs radar through and through, but insecurity is a powerful thing.
It was a rough breakup. You didnât leave your room for a full 29 hours (Jeongin timed it) and finally walked out with a tear-streaked face and hoodie (that may or may not have been Hyunjinâs).Â
Hyunjin poured everything he was feeling into his dancing and his performance at your universityâs end-of-year showcase almost had you tearing up all over again; everyone was moved by Hyunjinâs choreography, but you were the only person in the audience who knew the whole story and therefore, felt it the most.Â
The slight distance between you and all the boys that summer after your freshman year had ended had worked to ease some of the lingering tension between you and your ex-boyfriend. The two of you were able to grow back into a friendship once the new fall semester reunited the nine of you but things could never really go back to the way they used to be, regardless of the presence or absence of romance.
That didnât stop either of you from staying close to the other boys and you and Chan were still as inseparable as ever. He was hard at work right now, trying to wrap up his and Changbinâs senior project (Jisung is still pissed that he isnât allowed to help), but you two had decided to hangout tonight to make up for Chanâs busy schedule.
âAre you sure you wonât be back anytime soon? I can wait,â your tone was pleading.
You could hear Chan talking, but it was too muffled to make out what he was saying; you figured he was speaking to Changbin.
âTomorrowâs the only day of the week that Changbin doesnât have an 8-am, so he wants to stay here no matter what but all of our work is on my laptop and I kind of need that tomorrow for my 8-am but he probably wonât be awake early enough to-â
âYou owe me, Christopher.â You only ever used his English name to tease him. This way, he would know you werenât actually mad, even if your disappointment was genuine.Â
You hung up while Chan was mid-apology, shooting him a quick test saying you âgot itâ with a couple of hearts.
Your phone was left discarded on Chanâs kitchen counter as you munched on a piece of pizza; you had made it to Chanâs apartment about fifteen minutes before he called and you werenât really in a rush to go back to your small stuffy dorm room and loud roommate.
Chan lived in an apartment off-campus with Changbin and Jisung which acted as an unofficial go-to for your friend group; one of you was usually sleeping on the couch, taking advantage of the insanely fast WiFi, or clearing out their fridge regardless of the actual owners were home.
This was the reason why you didnât look up from your sad dinner when you heard the front door open, assuming it was just a pouty Jisung or hungry Felix.
However, the voice that greeted you was neither as animated as Jisungâs nor deep as Felixâs.
âY/N?â
The final piece of the crust almost got stuck in your throat.
You hummed a response, still chewing and starting to formulate an escape plan.
âIs Changbin here? He left his notebook at my place and I think there are some lyrics in it, he told me to drop by to give it to him.â
You gaped at Hyunjin, surprised at how similar your situations were. Your explanation of what Chan had said was quick, hoping it would get Hyunjin out of the apartment as soon as possible.
Itâs not that you didnât want to be around Hyunjin, itâs just that you two hadnât hung out alone since your breakup and the two of you hanging out together in this apartment at this counter was a little too familiar.
âDo you mind if I wait with you, then? Iâve barely eaten all day and this pizza smells a little too good to ignore.â
He was already seated in the stool next to yours before you could get a word out. You nodded anyway, though, and pushed the stack of paper-thin napkins the pizza place had given you between the two of you.
âHave Chan or Changbin showed you the song so far?â Hyunjin said with a mouthful of cheese and tomato sauce.
Even while eating he looked perfect; his lips glistened with the oil from the pizza slice in his hands and anyone could admire his toned forearms thanks to the way he pushed up his sleeves to avoid staining.
âNo, but I havenât even bothered asking,â you told him, âI figured they were keeping everything top-secret until the showcase.â
âI tried bringing them some food the other day before class and Changbin basically shoved me back out the door,â Hyunjin giggled. âThe same thing happened to Jeongin, apparently.â
âIf they could resist Yang Jeongin what chance do I have?â You joked.
Except, Hyunjin didnât laugh, he was completely silent; even his chewing had stopped. You couldnât think much of it, the boy next to you snapped out of it quickly.
âI keep forgetting that they wonât be here next year.â
They, Chan and Changbin and Minho, the three seniors in your friend group.Â
âIâve been avoiding thinking about it,â you admitted. âIâm mostly worried for Jisung, honestly, heâs losing his best friend and his group-mates all in one year.â
This was partly true. Jisungâs best friend, Minho, was indeed graduating along with 2/3 of 3RACHA, but you werenât worried about Jisung having to adjust to the change. It was actually Hyunjin you worried for the most; he was the most sensitive person in your friend group and tended to be apprehensive towards change. Not seeing three of your favorite boys around campus was going to be hard for all remaining six of you, but Hyunjin was terrified of being left behind or replaced.Â
âBut⊠but theyâll still be living here!â You quickly added, gesturing to the apartment the two of you were in. âTheyâll still be here with us, really.â
âIâm going to have to find a new partner,â Hyunjin tried masking his sadness with a weak smile.
Your instincts kicked in, making you place a gentle hand on Hyunjinâs arm. You stroked your thumb back and forth along his sweatshirt, hoping he could feel the comforting gesture underneath all the fabric.
âDidnât Felix tell you? Heâs planning on switching his major after this year! He wants to go into dance, too.â
Hyunjin turned his body to face yours, your hand losing its grip and falling back down to your side.
âHeâs changing his focus at the end of sophomore year?âÂ
You shrugged. âIt was his last chance to do it. You know how much he hated finance.â
Hyunjin nodded. âHe only kept up with that for as long as he did for his parents; Iâm glad he finally has the chance to do what heâs always wanted to.â
You were in agreement there; Felix had finally prioritized his own happiness.
âAnd this way you donât have to worry about a new partner!â You tried sounding hopeful, knowing that while Felix would be a healthy addition to the dance department at your university, Hyunjin would take losing Minho hard; he was basically his mentor.
âAnd⊠and Iâll still be here. When-If you need me.â
The two of you locked eyes. Fear rose up your spine, chilling your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.
With a flash of his pretty smile, Hyunjin instantly calmed your nerves.
âAre you sure youâre going to be okay?â
You cocked your head to the side, not sure what Hyunjin was getting at.Â
He turned away quickly, starting to fidget with the pretty rings on his pretty fingers.Â
âWith Chan leaving and all.â
âOh. I mean⊠Iâll obviously miss him like everyone else, but he wonât be too far away. As long as he gives me my movie nights Iâll manage.â You joked.
Hyunjin glanced back up at you, his eyebrows slightly scrunched in thought.
âWas this a date?â
You visibly jumped back into your seat. âWhat?â
âFor you and Chan.â
âOh. Wait, what?â
The boy in front of you got up off his stool, walked a few steps away from you, crossed his arms and stopped.
âI thought you two were a thing now. You had always been so close and I thought⊠since we⊠after I⊠I figured you guys wouldâve made it official by now.â
âHyunjin⊠Chan and I are just friends.â What had gotten into him? âThatâs all weâve ever been.â
âAre you sure?â Hyunjinâs voice was getting louder, his fists getting tighter.
You opened your mouth to respond with a little attitude, but Hyunjin beat you to it.
âI know you werenât planning on finishing this pizza all by yourself and people donât usually go on movie dates,â he scowled while saying the words, âalone.â
âI never called it a date, youâre the one who started using that word.â
âWell, what else am I supposed to think? When you and I started spending time together without the other guys we were dating within weeks and you and Chan have always been basically inseparable-â
âIs that what this is actually about?â
â-and it doesnât help that you always wear his sweatshirts around now or crash at his place all the time. Youâre practically throwing it in my face-â
âThereâs nothing to throw in your face, Hyunjin.â
â-that Iâve been replaced!â
Hyunjin regretted the word as soon as it left his pretty lips. He started blinking quickly and licking his lips, anything to distract him and keep him from running his mouth again.
âReplaced?â You repeated. âI⊠I havenât⊠Iâm not trying to replace you, Hyunjin.â
Silence.
âAll eight of you guys have your own place in my life, they can shift and change regardless of what the other ones are doing. And, frankly, youâre making it sound like Iâm just trying to check all of you off of a list, as if Iâm here solely to get with you guys at one point or another.â
âI didnât mean it like that,â Hyunjin said quickly. âItâs just⊠all I do is think about us and what we had whenever I see you. And right now, I see Chan in the same places that I used to be and it hurts. It really fucking hurts!â
Hyunjinâs eyes were wet, the dim kitchen light reflecting off the trails down his cheeks.
âI thought I would be able to deal with the breakup better if we kept our distance but when summer ended and we came back⊠all of a sudden, the spots next to you on the couch were always already taken, you were already partnered with someone else in class before I could even get halfway to your seat, I felt⊠I feel like you donât need me anymore, that Iâm a random leftover piece next to a puzzle thatâs already finished.â
You forced yourself not to point out how these fears that both of you shared were what pushed your relationship to its breaking point. Now wasnât the time.
âI thought that the distance was best for both of us,â you started. âBut⊠I would be lying if I said I didnât miss you, miss what we had. I miss you, Hyunjin, I miss us. We were friends before we started dating and I thought that that meant it was possible for us to revert back to that stage in our relationship but every joke you made or smile you gave me just kept my feelings for you right where they were.â
You got up slowly, inching towards the sniffling boy.
âOf course I still need you,â you whispered, âI want you in my life.â
Your arms wrapped around the neck of the boy you loved, pulling him close into your body as your shared tears left their mark on your clothes.Â
âThereâs always a space for you when it comes to me, whether or not thatâs a good thing. You donât have to compete with anyone for my time or love.â
You both knew you werenât just speaking about Chan or even the rest of your friend group but also the people around campus and in the city who had caused such an insecurity to grow within both of you.
âWe have a lot to work on, donât we? If this is going to work?â
You didnât answer, you couldnât, you just squeezed Hyunjin tighter to give yourself the courage you knew you would need in preparation for what would come with the future.
The future with Hyunjin by your side.
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Black, White, Grey (2/3)
Having Bang Chan as your best friend is great cause heâs literally the best but not so much when youâve had a crush on him for a majority of the friendship.
Angst
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âShoot! Iâm going to be late,â I cursed under my breath.
   Itâs been a few months since I last saw Chan, they were promoting and I was filming a new drama but with our hectic lives it was nothing new. We usually just occasionally updated each other every now and then either by messaging or the rare phone call. What was new was the urgent message I got from Chan yesterday saying that we needed to talk ASAP. I had a few hours between shoots today so we decided to meet at a coffee shop between our two locations. By the time I got there, Chan was already sitting with two drinks on the table.
âSorry Iâm late, the shoot ran a little longer then it shouldâve.â
âItâs fine,â he chuckled, âI got you your usual.â
âThanks. So whatâs up? Whatâs with the urgency?â I asked as I took a sip of my drink.
âWell you remember Eunhye?â
   I really wish I couldnât but itâs hard not to when he talks about her⊠a lot. From what I know theyâve gone on a handful of dates and she is really understanding with the idol stuff. Apparently since she's a university student on the verge of graduating, so sheâs pretty busy herself, things have been going well, and he really likes her. The urgency of needing to meet him, him bringing her up, the nervous energy flowing off of him⊠I didnât have a good feeling about it. I prepared my heart for the worst and turned on my actress switch as a smile pulled across my lips.
âYeah what about her?â
âWell⊠I really like herâŠâ
âWhat? I didnât know,â I gasped sarcastically.
âStop Iâm being serious,â he chuckled softly.
âThen just spill it already, itâs just me. Iâm not going to judge you.â
âItâs just youâre the first to know so it kinda feels weird saying it out loud⊠I want to ask her to be my girlfriend. I mean not now but after promotions in a few weeks.â
   Even though on the outside my mouth dropped and my smile grew bigger as a gasp escaped my lips, inside⊠a heart wrenching scream clawed my chest. Yet another piece of my heart shattered to dust but now was not the time to dwell on myself. At least the next words that fell from my lips were honest, given from what little was left of my heart.
âOh my god! Chan Iâm happy for you. I mean Iâll be honest this will probably be like fighting an uphill battle but you know Iâm always the pessimist in these situations. I am 100% happy for you though, you deserve it and your happiness is mine.â
âThanks for your well wishes and warning,â he rolled his eyes with a laugh before adding, âYouâre the best and remember Iâll always return the favor if you have someone you like.â
   How does that work when that someone is you?
âThanks Chan, believe me I know,â I laugh.
âThere isnât anyone right now right? I know I havenât really got to check up much on you since Iâve been going on about Eunhye and been busy with promotionsâŠâ
âDonât worry about it, you didnât miss anything. Thereâs no one right now.â
âGood but when that happens I better be the first to know,â he joked before he added on a more serious note, âno secrets right?â
âNo secrets,â I smiled. No secrets⊠except for this one.
   I may have gone through this a few times already but like Seungmin said, it still hurts no matter how many times I go through it. We chatted a bit longer before we had to go for our next schedules but not before he planned something so that I could properly meet Eunhye⊠stupid best friend responsibilities. I know he hoped we got along and that was never the hard part when he got into a relationship. The hard part of it all was having to see her separate the grey areas in our friendship into black and white. When the day came, we met at the theaters to watch the movie Chan and I promised to see together. Our usual of sharing popcorn and a drink, making commentary during the movie, sitting close enough so that our shoulders touched⊠became a him and her thing with me watching the movie silently, an empty feeling on my sides, eating popcorn from a bucket far too big for myself because ordering a large was a force of habit. I still smiled, laughed, joined the conversation, and played the best friend role like I was supposed to. My mind was just in a haze through it all and although Chan noticed it, my lies blended with the truth. I told him I was tired, I just didn't specify that it was physically from work, emotionally from unrequited feelings and mentally from keeping up my farce.Â
   The rest of those two weeks blurred together as the heartbreak set it deeper and deeper as each day passed. I was finally snapped out of my daze when I got messages from Seungmin in Minho in our "feelings" group chat when I was on break during filming. Iâm guessing Chan took more time to clearly think about this before he told the boys. Throughout the day we exchanged messages but even though we were all busy, they demanded me to video call them once I was off even if it was at an ungodly hour. I love those two but together they were bossy and a force to be reckoned with. I agreed and didnât get a message until I had just finished filming my last scene. They were back at the dorm and were reminding me to call. I rolled my eyes before updating them that I had just finished and would be home soon. By the time I had texted them I was home, my foot barely through the door, my phone rang with a face-time notification. I chastised them the moment their faces appeared on screen.
âYou know there is this thing called patience right?â
âWell that is reserved for people who keep us updated,â Minho countered.
âWasnât my update to tell but okay,â I rolled my eyes but as I noticed the background behind them I dropped my voice, âare you guys in your room?! Donât you guys share a room? Can you even be on call right now?â
âWell the person in question is sleeping and we arenât that loud so itâs fine. Weâre on the other side of the room.â
âSo how are you?â Seungmin interrupted before I could rebut.
âAt least someone cares,â I joke.
âCome on, be serious.â
âOkay sorry. You know I don't do "feelings"⊠Uhm⊠well⊠Iâm better than the first day I heard the news but that canât really say much.â
âUsed work to fill the void? Have you at least been getting proper rest?â
âYup. It helps that they are filming a bulk of my scenes right now so my mind stays occupied but sorry Seungmin sleep is not my friend right now.â
âI still canât believe how dense Chan-hyung is. Youâve been friends for six years and youâve had a crush on him for five, Iâm sorry but how has he not figured it out or at least noticed something?â
   As Minho got annoyed his voice got a bit louder and we all froze as we heard rustling coming from the other side of the room. No one moved for a good few minutes to ensure Chan was still sleeping. When we were sure, Seungmin nudged Minho with his shoulder.
âHyung, keep it down.â
âMy bad! It just sucks that one friend is hurting our other friend and he doesnât even know,â Minho hissed.
âAwww thanks Minho,â I teased.
âWhatever,â Minho mumbled before adding, âIâm just surprised the feeling lasted this long even after everything.â
âWell you know your leader, itâs kinda hard to get over someone like that. Like have you seen him? His body-â
âAhhhhh, I donât want to hear it,â Seungmin whined.
âI mean youâre right but ewwww.â
âIâm kidding,â I chuckled softly, âBut on a more serious note⊠I just⊠I donât know why I canât get over Chan. I mean when I figured out I liked him five years ago it was the thing that Iâve liked him for awhile already before I even realized it and no matter what happens or how many times my heart breaks⊠that feeling is still there. I mean I, without a doubt, can say that he is my first love. Any guy I find, no matter how much I love him⊠I donât think Iâll love him as much as I love Chan⊠Oh jeez.â
   Before I knew it there were tears streaming down my face as I was explaining. This was the first time I have vocalized just how much Chan meant to me and hearing it aloud just made everything so much worse. I gave a dry chuckle as I tried to furiously wipe away the tears but to no avail. The tears Iâve held back for so long took the chance to fall and I had no control anymore. I started to curse as the tears turned to sobs and the boys tried their best to soothe me through the screen. The rest of the night was filled with the boys comforting me and me finally letting it all out. After the call it felt lighter in my chest but that just gave pain more room to fill and I didnât know which one was worse. I need to pull myself together or Iâll never be able to make it through dinner with the boys and Eunhye in a few days. It took a bit but the pain somehow subsided to a dull numbness where I could properly pretend to be myself.Â
   The day of, I met the boys outside the barbecue restaurant and greeted them happily. Chan said that Eunhye was a bit behind so sheâll meet us inside. While he explained, he casted a nervous glance at me. I tiled my head, mouthing a âwhat?â in confusion, but he just shook his head and smiled before leading us in. Once we were seated, everyone began to chatter about the menu, arguing and discussing what they wanted to eat. I smiled at the organized chaos, a calming constant in my life. After a few more minutes passed Eunhye came in and greeted everyone. She came over and sat next to me, causing me to move closer to Seungmin and away from my place in front of Chan. Throb. No heart, not in front of Chan. I knew Minho and Seungmin would worriedly look at me but, among the many other strange things heâs been doing tonight, Chan too was anxiously giving me looks. When I finally caught him I raised an eyebrow in question but he quickly turned away, laughing at something Eunhye had said. When the food finally came I took my usual job of manning the grill and Eunhye helped. Out of habit I placed a majority of the meat onto the other membersâ plates like I always have, save a few pieces for myself, and moved to Chanâs except Eunhye beat me to it. She giggled as he got flustered by her action⊠replaced yet again. Our eyes connected and for a second his eyes filled with panic and I just gave him a weird look before turning my attention back to the grill in front of me. Halfway through the meal my phone buzzed and I excused myself and stepped out of the restaurant, moving to a less crowded area to minimize the noise.
âManager Kim? What's up?â
âDid you check your texts? Thereâs good news.â
âHuh? Iâm at dinner right now, I havenât had a chance to look at my phone. Give me a sec,â as I pulled up my texts I gave a delighted squeal as I put my phone back to my ear, âNo way?! Seriously?!â
âYup, once we finalize everything on our end, make sure youâre ready to go, got it?â
âYeah of course. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
   A satisfied sigh left my lips as I held my phone to my chest. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to enjoy the chilly night air as it filled my lungs. There was a comfort in the cold isolation of outside compared to inside and I basked in it a bit longer. As I turned to head back to the door I saw Chan coming to me.
"Hey is everything alright? You've been out here for awhile."
"Oh yeah, my manager was just updating me on the changes in my schedule. Are you okay though? You've been kinda weird all night."
"Haha yeah, I'm fine. Let's go back in yeah?"
"... Okay."
   I knew it was a lie. There was something bugging him but I won't pry. That's not how we were, it just naturally comes out and if he's holding back thereâs a reason. I could never really badger him either when Iâm now keeping two big secrets from himâŠ
#stray kids#skz#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#skz imagines#skz scenarios#bang chan#bang chan imagines#bang chan scenarios#bang chan angst#my writing
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survey by voicedance16
name yourself: Robyn
name (one of) your best friend(s): Angela; sheâs for keeps.
name 3 things in your fridge/freezer: I donât think I opened the fridge at all today, but if I had to guess...eggs, bread, and our pad thai leftovers from dinner earlier.
name a color you're wearing currently: Green.
name the last thing you ate: I treated myself and ordered spicy tuna salad tonight because I had a shit shift. Itâs been a while since I felt a little burned out with my job, but it happened today and it wasnât very pleasant.
name the last store you went to: I never go out these days...does online shopping count? Iâm always browsing through Shopee, if anything lol.
name the song you're listening to: ON - BTS.
name the artist of that song: BTS.
name your favorite animal: Dogs or elephants.
name what pets you have, if any:Â Two dogs. Kimi, Cooper.
name the town/state you live in: No thanks. I live near Manila though, which is probably the only city most people know from the Philippines anyway so that should suffice.
name something commonly ordered at Starbucks: I think my usual is a pretty common order â caramel macchiato.
name the last person you talked to in person: Not sure. I think it may have been Nina? I was just jokingly asking her if her bias recognized her again on a VLive, since her comments have been read by her favorite group recently, and she tells me they even laugh at them :( Perks of liking a smaller, more underground group for sure; pigs would have to fall from the sky before anyone from BTS notices me lol.
name the last person you talked to on the phone: My mom. I didnât hear her calling for dinner last night, so she ended up having to call me from downstairs while I was hanging out at the rooftop.
name the current day of the week: Tuesday.
name the current month: May.
name the current time: 10:22 PM.
name the last movie you watched: I have not watched an entire movie since iâm thinking of ending things back in September. I did watch a snippet from Portrait of a Lady on Fire a few weeks ago, though. Thatâs the closest thing Iâve got to watching any film recently.
name the last book you read: This one Iâm even more uncertain about.
name a place you've been on vacation: South Korea.
name a place you'd like to go on vacation: Malta or Turkey.
name 3 things you can see from where you're sitting: Itâs pretty dark so I technically canât âseeâ anything, but based on what I know I brought up to the rooftop tonight I have my phone, my salad, and my vape pen.
name your favorite musical: Miss Saigon, if anything. Iâm not a big fan of musicals.
name an animal (any): Turtle was the first that came to mind.
name a fruit: Mangoes.
name a vegetable: Lettuce.
name a common breakfast food: Pancakes. Theyâd sound so good rn, too.
name a color: Grey.
name a type of flower: Dandelions.
name a type of tree: Uh...mango again? HAHA Iâm not very good with trees.
name a city: New York.
name a state: Indiana.
name a country: India.
name a continent: Asia.
name a planet: Jupiter.
name a girl's name: Jessica.
name the last person to comment you on Facebook: Angela. She tagged me on this post that was promoting a local shop that makes customized face pillows and she told me we should order a Taehyung one for me and a Seokjin one for her, hahaha. The concept is definitely cute but it wasnât my style, so I showed her another shop that also makes face pillows, but prettier.
name a clothing store/brand: Thom Browne.
name the last book you got at the library: If I remember correctly, it was History of the Filipino People which, coincidentally, my great-uncle wrote.
name a restaurant: Yabu but eugh, havenât eaten there since the breakup. I should order from them soon to commemmorate moving on heheh.
name a grocery store: Can I just name a local one? SM.
name an iPhone app: YouTube.
name an actor: Eddie Redmayne.
name an actress: Emma Stone.
name a music group: BTS.
name your favorite/lucky number: It used to be 4, but Iâm now going with 7.
name something you've accomplished: Continued from...last night, I think? I have no concept of time anymore. I managed to survive this week so far considering how deadly my schedule was.
name something you'd like to accomplish: Get a promotion once Iâve proven myself capable.
name someone who makes you laugh: Hans can make anything funny.
name something exciting coming up soon: Some of my online shopping orders arriving Iâm guessing by later today, yayyyy.
name a song that makes you emotional: Oh man, there are a lot. O by Coldplay is probably the one that hits the worst, though; I still canât listen to that song completely to this day. Recently, I also canât really avoid being sad whenever I listen to Butterfly by BTS.
name one of your pet peeves: Overly slow drivers.
name someone you know who is an amazing singer: Hannah.
name someone who is the same religion as you: JM.
name a holiday you celebrate: Christmas.
name the last 4 digits of your phone number: Thatâs too many, lmao.
name one of your cousins: My cousin Lei from my dadâs side.
name a book you loved when you were younger: The entire Septimus Heap series. I mustâve reread Magyk (the first book) a hundred times.
name a song you loved when you were younger: Letâs go withhhhh Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne. Making sure there were no adults around whenever I sang along to âIâm a motherfucking princessâ as an 8 year old was always a thrill.
name your favorite movie: Two for the Road.
name a popular book series: Percy Jackson.
name a musical instrument: Saxophone.
name a language: French.
name what other tabs you have open: Archive of our Own, Dailymotion, Bzoink.
name 3 things on the walls of the room you're in: The walls of the rooftop are bare.
name your house number 4.
name your high school: Nope.
name your college, if applicable: UP.
name your middle school See high school.
name your elementary school: See high school.
name the college you wish you went to/hope to go to: I was able to qualify for the university and degree I wanted to attend.
name your favorite teacher: My music teacher in high school.
name the color of your backpack: Hm, donât really use backpacks anymore but the main one I had in college - at least until I switched to a simple handbag (aka my senior year when I started to not care lol) - was a pink Herschel backpack.
name a dessert: Leche flan.
name a famous landmark: Statue of Liberty, only because of the question after this.
name a place you might go in NYC: Tiffanyâs.
name an inventor: Nikola Tesla.
name an article of clothing: Jeans.
name an ice cream flavor: Pistachio.
name a religion: Islam.
name an emotion: Resentment.
name a room in your house: Mine.
name a website: Twitter.
name a car: Hyundai Palisade.
name something you need to do today: Itâs a holiday today so I technically should be off work, but since itâs a holiday squished in the middle of the week thatâs just another way of saying my dayoff will be a scam lmao. That said, I need to draft an article today for a client.
name someone you admire: My dad.
name someone you miss: My two best friends.
name a part of the body: Thighs.
name the last youtube video you watched: It was a Taehyung-focused compilation.
name a quote you love: âIf you really love to be loved, itâd be good to show those who love you how much youâve changed.â Thereâs some background context obviously playing around in here and most people might not recognize the weight it holds if theyâre unfamiliar, but itâs a quote that really means a lot to me and came to me during a time I needed to hear it.
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mattâs 2019 year in review
here it is! and itâs late because i had other/better things to do (and procrastinating), was recovering from hangovers (also procrastinating), and recovering from being sick (procrastinating).
iâve been doing these year in review posts since 2016, so here is my fourth installment. every year i look back through my google calendar, my camera roll, and my bullet journal as a gratitude exercise and to chart my own development as an adult.Â
here is my spotify wrapped 2019!
the beginning of this year was off to a good start: i met two friends that i know through the internet! i met my friend riley when she visited boston (i met her through a mutual friend and through overwatch league twitter) and my friend jimmy that iâve known forâŠ. 6 or 7 years (?!) through tumblr and designed the logo for me and alexâs late podcast, hardly tea, may she rest in peace.Â
i moved dorm rooms in between the fall and spring semester, and once again i was not happy with where i lived. i lived with 4 randoâs that i was placed with and the 5 of us barely even talked with each other. my direct roommate i saw for only two weeks, and for the nights he slept over in the bed (that he was paying room and board for) and had the worst snoring humanly possible that not even earplugs could kill (video below). i hardly slept while he was there and roamed the halls of riverview suites like a ghost due to the anxiety i felt about my lack of sleep (we love a vicious circle)! he disappeared after those two weeks without notice and i lived in fear of him returning for the rest of the semester (which he didnât), but returned to my normal sleep schedule.Â
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that semester was my first semester of full-time grad school. i got a poor grade on an assignment that had a note from the professor that said she knew i could do better and it hit me how much different grad school is from undergrad and how much more effort and dedication it requires. after crying in my professorâs office, my work ethic has improved since then, but itâs not anywhere near where iâd like it to be (more on that later).Â
now to more positive things for the spring semester: i met some friends that semester both ~on and offline~ that made the semester far more bearable AND i did however truly pop off in every last one of my powerpoint presentations for class. i looooove making powerpoints and just fuckin telling jokes about my research topic and have ppl tell me that they are looking forward to my presentation & that i should teach college classes :)!
me and 4 friends had a social group in which weâd drink and play board games and forget about the board game and drunkenly talk shit called cabam after all our first initials! i always looked forward to that and dug the group chemistry a lot.
during this semester i grew a  â beard â, otherwise known as i chose not to shave just to â see what would happen â (praythatitfilledin). sorry about that!
the overwatch league was something that i had to look forward to watch every week and i had my experience enhanced through sideshow and avastâs unofficial companion streams, which guaranteed lots of laughs. i have bought tickets to two boston home games in 2020 which i am very excited about! analysts have predicted boston to be in 20th place this year (there are 20 teams) but iâm still excited for the 2020 season anyway!!
i canât have a year-in-review of 2019 without mentioning game of thrones. due to the showâs final season being undeniably weak, i enjoyed the camaraderie with the other people that watched thrones during those six weeks. i havenât thought about the show or its universe for quite a while, unfortunately. i truly was quite into the world of westeros, but the weakness of the end of the story cheapened the journey of each of the characters, in a way. such a shame.
while i got my diploma in december 2018, i walked across the stage of umass lowellâs tsongas arena with my bachelor of arts in psychology (and minor in theatre arts). it wasnât as emotional or triumphant of an experience and just felt weird, considering i had already gotten my diploma and was going to remain in the clutches of rowdy the riverhawk as i am staying for my masters degree in applied behavior analysis/autism studies. i brought a ceramic monkey to graduation. it didnât have any symbolism, but i just wanted to see if theyâd stop me (which they didnât)
 this summer was better than most summers of mine go, i hung out with alex nearly every weekend, got my very first iphone, and got a data plan. the combination of these three things got me back into playing pokemon go, an unexpectedly fun pastime! went on lots of walks!
my favorite day of summer was going to a lake with alex and our friend gianna, who i grew closer to after meeting her during macbeth last year. fond 2019 memories with gianna include: doing simulation patients with her, watching movies with her and alex, and the halloween party. what a great gd person and a great gd friend! big fan and eternally rooting for her.Â
fire emblem: three houses came out on the switch in august and is, without a doubt, my game of the year. thereâs truly so much to love about the game: the world, the characters, new changes made to the series, things that were gone but returned, interesting micromanaging, and best of all, how huge my brain feels when playing it.Â
i got a 6-week summer job as a paraprofessional at an extended-school-year program for children with developmental disabilities at a preschool in haverhill which taught me a lot of lessons, such as: i hate cleaning shit off of children.
then i had feelings that didnât make much sense for about a month! whoops!
my full-time job i currently have is working at my old high school as a behavior specialist. i provide consultation and work on programs to lead to more appropriate behavior in students, primarily ones with developmental disabilities. so far itâs been fairly rewarding, some days are more challenging than others, some days are a lot of sitting in meetings, and some days are a lot of running around. some days there is not much to do at all, which has its obvious upsides and downsides. working at the high school isnât something that i want to do forever, but itâs a good place to start with. iâm definitely learning a lot and there are a lot of benefits to working here. sometimes i can work on my grad school work (which is all online until the 2020 summer semester) which is definitely huge. and my commute is either a 15 minute walk or 3 minutes if my mom drives me!Â
a ~complex~ thing about working in my hometown is that it makes the most financial sense to live at home because itâs so close to work. this is my first time living at home full-time since high school and iâm not enjoying that part too much. most weekends i visit alex in lowell, but being stuck at home with no car (going to retake the license test in the spring when the ice melts!) and having to go to bed so early definitely hurts. sure, i have what is likely the lowest amount of expenses iâll ever have in my life (no car-related payments, no rent, no groceries), but i feel landlocked. i feel like a teenager with minimal freedom, which is in part because my mom doesnât quite understand yet that iâm a 22 year-old that should have a lot more freedom than i do now. the most i really do on weekdays after work gets out (2:30p) is go to savers with my mom if itâs tuesday (senior citizen day), maybe go for a walk if itâs nice out (which for most of the school year, it isnât), or be on the computer watching bon appetit videos and playing overwatch, fire emblem, or pokemon, eat a bland dinner at 6, go to bed at around 9:30. sad! truly not a situation that i want to be trapped in that much that much longer!
i think the best and most important part of this year was becoming closer with alex. as i mentioned before, we see each other most weekends, to our great benefit. our living situations have flip-flopped, with me living at home and alex living in an apartment near campus, which in both similar and different ways have taken their respective tolls on us. having each other while going through changes and stagnations in our lives has been immeasurably important. thank you alex for providing a place to be myself other than my own head. thank you for being my best friend.Â
now i come to the thing that iâm most excited about for 2020. not 2 suck my own horn but i have cobbled together a fuckin dream team of five friends (me, alex, chris, kelly, and molly). the two times we have all gotten together it has been so satisfying in such a wonderful and otherworldly way that i am filled to the brim of happiness being around them. the craziest thing is that i met chris and kelly through twitter! TWITTER. and theyâre real-ass people and my real-ass friends! i havenât been so pleased with something in my life like this for so long and it feels so good to have adult friends that i have chosen rather than friends by circumstance. itâs truly a crime that we canât see each other more often, but we already have a day picked out for the next time we all do something together. feeling emotional writing this paragraph bc i love me gd friends so much!
there is a lot of uncertainty about this new year for me. i sure as fuck donât want to live at home more than i have to but donât know where to go, my practicum class starts for me this summer which means iâll most likely have to change jobs (fine by me, but will be exhausting), i recently began my search for therapists and hope to find one soon to help me ~unpack things~, my thesis begins in the fall semester and i donât know what to do for it, and iâm not 100% dead-set on working in special education. itâs been hard transitioning from living on campus and going to school full-time to the life i have now.Â
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Title: Give In (Part II)
Idris Elba X Reader âZanzeeâ Mini Series (6 Part Mini Series)
 Warning: Wild, wild thoughts, angst
 Word Count: 3.9K
 Summary: For the past 5 months has worked on the set of the âHobbs & Shawâ movie. She works close to all the main actors and is there to answer any whim they may have as the "Set Concierge". She holds herself to a high professional level and refuses to stray from the right side of that pesky, thin grey line that those in the entertainment industry easily jump over.
 Note: Will go through 1 week in the life of Zanzee Grant. Y'all Iâm afraid this is as close as I will EVER get to a one shot. SMH. I cannot write a one shot to save my life.
 ***Loosely Edited/Proofread***
 ***Interactive Chapter***(Click the links, I am not tryna get flagged)
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Tuesday
You opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. You glanced at the clock; 4 AM. You groaned while closing your eyes. You were pulled back into the memory from last night. The memory of nearly knocking yourself out with the weight of IdrisââŠ. You were at a loss as what to call it. You did know that it was meaty, the weight of it on your forehead told you that the rumors about him being called âBig Driisâ were not exaggerations at all. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and released a low moan. Unconsciously your hand moved from their place atop the mattress and traveled across your stomach downward to the apex of your thighs.
Before you knew it your fingers had a mind of their own and were quickly working you to a release, a release with Idris on your mind. You thought about all the times over the last five months where the two of you interacted, the little touches that probably meant nothing, the smilesâgod that manâs smile was something of pure godly power. He smiled, and it was clear to see how he could get any woman he pleased. Your breath caught in your throat forcing a strangled gasp from your lips, and it was then you felt the first stirs of your release. Your fingers sped up chasing the release your body so desperately wanted. You zeroed in on a memory of Idris changing.
Youâd accidentally walked into his trailer with some rewrites and the new wardrobe and was in time to see him zipping up his leather pants still without a shirt. In your embarrassment, you quickly turned your back and apologized profusely. He was cool about it, but youâd had enough time to glance over the hardened plane of his eight pack and his mouth-watering obliques that dipped in giving those two chiseled lines that drove women crazy since the beginning of time. Â It was there your memory lingered, and it was then your orgasm erupted through you. You screeched at the force of it surging through you and the ecstasy that followed.
 âJesus!â
 Your body slowly returned to its normal temperature, and your heart rate slowed down. You swallowed painfully; it had taken everything out of you. You slowly sat up knowing you were not going to go back to sleep and knowing you were fucked. Youâd be thinking about this all day. You got out of bed, stretched, walked to your music system and found your âwake upâ playlist. You pressed play and began your routine. The loud music helped you push your dreams, and moments ago out your head and prepare for the long day ahead.
 By the time your chauffeured car pulled up to the lot you had thirty minutes to spare. You sat there a few moments longer and stared out the window at the hustle and bustle of set life. You closed your eyes and did some meditation breathing youâd learned. You focused and centered yourself and made a mental list of things to accomplish for the day.
 âMy to-do list for today, and part of my to-do list for tomorrow, also a head start on the end of the week cast and crew dinner,â you recited.
 Youâd been tasked with it yesterday as if you didnât already have a lot to do. You sighed out once more, rolled your shoulders back and raised your head high. You stepped out the car and walked across the lost eyes forward and focused. A few people hurried to you holding out folders and stacks of paper, you took them all and skimmed them as you walked to your trailer. When you stepped inside you dropped your bags and took off your sweater and took another few seconds to practice your breathing.
 âYou are a professional Z, pro-fes-inal,â you slowly enunciated.
 You took a sip from your lattĂ© cup and flipped through the pages youâd been given. It was all set changes, script changes, new requests, tasks to complete to ensure the shots for later in the day went off without a hitch and things of that sort. You heard a faint knock at the door and turned telling them to come in. Ethan stepped up into the trailer with a bright smile on his face.
 âHey Z.
 You give him a friendly smile.
 âWhatâs up Ethan?â
 âTonight, the rest of us were meeting up at Troyâs Pub to unwind, wanted to see if you wanted to come along.â
 You leaned against one of the tables, already feeling the word ânoâ form on your tongue.
 âBefore you say no, think about it, see how the day plays out. Who knows, you might need it,â Ethan said. You nodded.
 âOkay, Iâll think about it.â
 He nodded with a smile as he turned to leave. Before he did, he stopped and smiled back to you.
 âYou look good today Z.â
 As quickly as he said it, he was gone. You smirked to yourself. It was the worst kept secret on set that Ethan had a crush on you, a secret you knew but ignored. If actors slept around with anyone, the same could be said about other set assistants, they all slept with each other. You turned back around and finished up.
 When you walked across the lot to the morning huddle, you felt small butterflies flit in the bottom of your stomach forcing your palms to sweat. You stood to the back and listened to Peter, the assistant director as he spoke about the dayâs vision and whatever other nonsense he needed to get out. He was a lot wordier than David, and you had no idea why.
 After almost ten minutes he finished, and everyone began clearing out. You saw Dwayneâs back and knew Idris and Jason werenât far from him. You slowly approached them, cautiously as if you were some timid peacock. Halfway there you snapped out of it, straightened your back and remembered you were a bad bitch, a professional bad bitch. You sped up your steps and walked over to them. Jason saw you first.
 âGood morning Z,â he said with a smile, a smile you returned.
 âGood morning Jason, Dwayne,â you responded noticing Idris was missing. You quickly looked around scanning the nearby vacuity for him but didnât see him.
 âHe was called to do a different shoot across town. Heâs filming the car chase scene,â Jason filled in. You nodded as you remembered the scene but didnât see it on the schedule.
 âInteresting, itâs not on the schedule for the day.â
 âDavid changed his mind last minute; you know how he is, which explains Peter here instead,â Dwayne finished.
 You nodded and handed them each their coffee.
 âJason, I thought weâd switch it up today, I found a nice Columbian blend that I think will put the Moroccan one as your number two,â you added. He smiled and took a sip. You waited for the verdict. He nodded his agreement.
 âEh, itâs good I wonât lie, itâs very close between the two,â Jason admitted.
 âSee, I told you Iâm good.â He smiled and nodded.
 âIs there anything you both need before I take the trip to the set across town?â
 Both Dwayne and Jason shook their heads indicating they needed nothing.
 âOkay, Iâve left the menus for lunch in your trailers, shoot me a text to tell me what itâs gonna be, and Iâll have it for you. Also, text me if you need anything at all,â you explained. They both nodded, Jason, waved you off before turning around to look at the set still being finished. You scoffed and shook your head.
 âAll right Jason, I know when Iâm not wanted,â you joked.
 âYouâre not needed here, he needs you over there,â he slid out. Your smile slipped as you tried to grasp his meaning. As if he knew he tripped you up he smiled and turned back around.
 You walked away to one of the set cars and began your projected twelve-minute drive to the second set.
Once you arrived, you looked at the chaos around. Crowds were surrounding the set, everyone trying to snap a picture of what was going on. There were groups of women holding up signs for Idris, Jason, and Dwayne. One of those signs read âI used to be a ballerina; I can do the split in four different ways, I can show you, Idris.â You couldnât help yourself; you loudly laughed as you approached security. You showed him your badge, and he allowed you access. You walked through the swarm of crew members and made your way to the tent you knew the actors were. You juggled the items in your hands and maneuvered through the bodies littering the set. You saw Idris walk from underneath the tent out toward the row of cars. You watched the way he walked, that wide leg dip of a bow-legged man. It was attractive as hell, and it always commanded your attention. You stepped underneath the tent and smiled at the other crew members. David, the director, stood up and clapped his hands together.
 âQuiet on set! Idris, youâve got the scene?â
âGot it,â he answered. David nodded, stepped behind the lens and held his hand up signaling for all movement and sounds to cease. He counted down from five with his fingers and then pointed indicating the beginning of the scene.
 In an instant, Idris leaped into action. You watched the high intensity; action scene unfold before you. There was limited dialogue just Idris showcasing why he was becoming one of the top actors to consider for an action role. He ran across the street, slide over the hood of the fancy Lamborghini, landing on his feet before he drew a gun from the holster on his thigh. He acted as if he pulled the trigger and eight loud, realistic gunshots sounded on the set. From behind him, a woman came attempting to kick him in the head. As quickly as he slid across the hood, he spun around, grabbed her leg and slammed her against the wall of the brick building thus beginning one of the fancy martial arts choreographed fight scenes. You stepped behind David and looked through the lens. It looked good, he was good.
 The scene continued for another minute before David yelled âcut.â Everyone on set clapped.
 âYes, that is exactly what I wanted. Great work,â David complimented. Idris nodded as he approached the tent. A few other crew members patted him on the back and congratulated him, he accepted the praise but said nothing. The moment he saw you, you saw the blood on his eyebrow. Your smile faltered as worry rang through you. You approached him as he sat down.
âHey Z,â Idris said.
 âYouâre hurt. Are you okay?â you stooped a little to get eye level with his face and examined his eyebrow.
 âIâm all right, occupational hazard,â Idris joked. You ignored him and touched his temple. He sucked in a breath.
 âYeah, youâre hurt. We need a medic,â you said before you rose to turn to notify one of the set handles. Idris grabbed your hand forcing you to look at him. You looked at his hand around your wrist and then to him.
 âIâm fine Z, itâs just a little cut,â he explained.
 âStill, itâs their job to ensure the actors are okay. Someone should patch you up.
 âItâs also your job to make sure I have everything I need. So, if I need a medic, you should patch me up,â he said his voice low. The words caught you off guard making you freeze.
 Everything in you felt like that was a line. You felt like he was being flirtatious, but you couldnât be sure. You bit your bottom lip and studied his face. He slowly let your wrist go the longer it took you to speak, and before long he broke the stare. It sure as hell wasnât your job to clean his wounds, and it sure as hell wasnât your job to touch him unless necessary, but everything in you wanted to. You wanted to nurse his wounds, wanted to touch him, everywhere, endlessly. Your palms tingled with how badly you felt the urge. You lifted your hand to reach for him, it brought his attention back to you but before either of you could make another move David approached. Once he saw the blood, he called medical over, and in an instant, the opportunity passed, but the air between the two of you was still charged. You turned your back to him and tried to compose yourself. You took several deep breathes and used it as a needed reprieve to get a grip on your thoughts and emotions.
 Once you turned around, he was cleaned up. You cleared your throat, took up his coffee and the stack of papers and proceeded, business as usual.
 âI have your coffee here, it may not be as scalding as you like, thatâs my fault Iâm sorry. I didnât know your shoot was switched up today. It wonât happen again,â you explained.
 âItâs fine Z, Iâll still take it,â Idris appeased as he reached out for the cup. As he took it from your hands, his fingers brushed yours, and that was all it took for the electricity to spark within you. You forced yourself to keep a straight face, careful not to give anything away. He took a long sip from the cup and moaned.
 âNothing like a British blend,â Idris sighed out. You smirked to yourself.
 âAlso, your schedule, I think you have a few minutes to go over it,â you said handing him a copy of the schedule. For the next few minutes, you explained the changes and every obligation he had that day. Once you were finished, he nodded.
 âAll right; got it.â  You nodded as well.
 âOkay, well thatâs it for me for now. Do you want anything else from me?â he looked up at you, and his eyes dropped to your mouth and then slowly over your body before he shook his head and looked back to your face.
 âLike what?â
 You shrugged and smiled.
 âUh, I donât know, anything I guess,â you said unsure how to answer his question.
 âAnything. Huh, I needââ he trailed off as he stared at you. You waited for him to finish his sentence, silently hoping he would finish the sentence with the word âyou.â He took a deep breath in and slowly released it, the look on his face spoke of annoyance, and something else, something close to what you imagined as disappointment.
âNo Z, youâve been great, thank you,â he said standing from his monogrammed chair. He began walking away from you toward the director and a circle of other crew members. You stood there feeling like a lost puppy, filled with disappointment.
 You stayed on set for fifteen more minutes before you left to go back to Lot A to get cracking on the rest of your tasks when you left Idris was nowhere in sight.
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âHow is it possible for you to work so much?â Ethan asked, leaning against the door frame of your trailer. You looked back at him and smiled.
 âWell, I have this thing called a drive to be successful,â you teased.
 âOuch, burn,â Ethan feigned faux hurt as he held his chest.
 âWhatâs up?â
 He walked further in and sat across from you.
 âHow are the plans coming for the end of the week?â
 You sighed and rubbed your forehead.
 âWell, youâre looking at them. Whose damn idea was it to have a weekly cast and crew dinner?â
 âThat would be Peter; he thinks it helps with team building and not keeping the actors and the crew separate. I actually like it,â Ethan explained. You nodded.
 âGreat. So why canât we just recycle the same concept every week and simply reserve the same thing in advance?â
 âAgain Peter, he thought it would be fun to switch up themes every week,â Ethan added. You rolled your eyes.
 âIf I didnât know any better Iâd think that you and Peter hang out off set,â you said. Ethan scoffed and shook his head.
 âDo you want some help? I donât mind.â
 You looked over his face. There was a time (the first day you got on set) that you thought he was cute and thought maybe, but that changed quickly (fourth day on set) when you caught him and Tammie going at it behind one of the trailers. Since then you kept it all in perspective.
 âNo, Iâm good. Thanks,â you answered.
 âAll right, was just checking in on you and dropping off this stuff for you,â Ethan said pointing behind him at a rack of clothes, and the stack of papers. You groaned and shook your head.
 âWriters, they need a life, they write too damn much, nothing everything needs to be said and resaid in fifteen hundred different ways,â you ranted as you approached the stack of what you knew were rewrites. You took up the stack and rifled through them and nodded as your suspicions were confirmed.
 âWe all have a role to play Z; catch yaâ later.â He closed the door behind him leaving you alone with your frustrations. You knew this wasnât work frustrations, this was lite work, youâd done some truly hard set work before, and this was in the middle. This you could handle. You knew where your frustrations were coming from and that was precisely what made you even more irritable. You rolled your head around stretching your tense muscles and counted.
 You didnât feel anywhere near calm until youâd reached eighty. You were now trecking through the lot to distribute wardrobe and rewrites to the actorsâ trailers. You glanced at your phone, eight twenty. At this time, you knew Jason, Idris and Dwayne were filming another night scene across town, that thought gave you some comfort. Whenever Idris was near your body automatically went into a heightened state of suspension, it wouldnât relax, and the longer you remained close to him the worse it became. You quickly dropped off items in Dwayneâs and Jasonâs trailers making sure to take any notes theyâd left for you for the next day and the week. A task that was supposed to be ten minutes tops was made longer by little micro errands you had to complete between dropping items off.
 By the time you made it to Idrisâ trailer, it was almost nine thirty. Without thinking you opened the door to the trailer and climbed the three steps inside. You flicked on one of the lamps and the space lit up with a soft white hue leaving darkness throughout the majority of the trailer. You placed the stack of papers on the desk you normally did, saw no notes for you and proceeded to walk toward the area you knew held a decent sized relaxation area. When you rounded the corner, you flicked on another light prepared to drape the wardrobe items across the bed.
A door opened to your right and out came Idris with water beads peppered across his chiseled chest. You stared at him without moving so much as a muscle and traveled the length of his torso. As your eyes took in his smooth skin, they spent extra time on his abs and inevitably his brain-numbing oblique indentations.
 âJesus Christ!â you panted out, the desire in your voice clear. You quickly looked up to meet his eyes that bored holes into you. A chill ran up your spine, and you arched your breasts forward. Idrisâ eyes dropped to your breasts, and you saw his tongue peek out and dart across his full lips.
 âFuck!â you grunted in a pleading voice.
 You had no idea what you were pleading for. It could have been for strength, mercy or for him to do just that push you against a wall and fuck you. With your run-away thoughts, you looked back down across his body, and it was then you saw he had a towel wrapped around his waist with an evident bulge asking for attention. You took a small step forward but hesitated to complete it. The look on his face went to an expression of hope. You took two steps back and recollected your senses.
 âShit, Iâm so sorry,â you rushed out, closing your eyes and turning your back to give him some privacy.
 âI had no idea you were in here; I thought you were still filming. I came in to drop some things off. If I had known you were in here, I never would have--,â you trailed off.
 You pinched your lips together embarrassment taking over. He didnât speak; you didnât even know if he moved. You wanted to look back but knew your strength, and that was more than you could take. If you looked back, you would cross a line. After another almost minute of silence you nodded.
 âRight, Iâm sorry again. Your wardrobe for tomorrow is there, rewrites and other tidbits on the table. Good night,â you rambled on as you walked toward the door and quickly out of it.
 Instead of walking back to your trailer you ran with a horrified expression plastered across your face. There were still two more scenes to film for the night, but you stayed away from him for the rest of the night. You kept away from watching the filming, made sure not to be anywhere he was. Instead, you busied yourself with trying to get ahead for the next day. No matter how busy you made yourself, you still couldnât stop thinking about him, or it. It looked heavy and felt solid. If that was true, then the rumors were very well quite possibly very true.
 By the time eleven oâclock rolled around you couldnât deal anymore and left to go home but with the amount of manic energy you had home was not an option. Instead, you called Andra and your friends and had them meet you at your go-to bar to unwind.
 One drink turned to three and three turned to nine, and before you knew it, you were dancing on a table with your friends all around you cheering you on. When you got home, it was almost three in the morning. You expected to be tired and too drunk for your brain to work, but nope, like clockwork, you remained up with thoughts of Idris, his abs and his abundant blessing from the God almighty.
 To Be ContinuedâŠ.
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BASIC INFORMATION:
NAME:Â John âJackâ Katz. AGE:Â 35. PLACE OF BIRTH: New York City, New York, United States. AFFILIATION: Neutral. OCCUPATION: A-list movie actor, and stand-up comedian. Â Â FACE CLAIM: Robert Sheehan. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.
      BIOGRAPHY:
Jack was born to a first-generation Irish immigrant and a Jewish man whose family had been established for a very, very long time out on Long Island. His parents met, fell in love, and started their family in the city that never sleeps, until it was their baby boy and not their late nights partying that was keeping them up all night. They adored city life too much to leave it, they just needed a city that went at a different pace, and found their home in Washington, D.C., where Jack took his first steps just a few blocks from the White House. His father started work as a corporate lawyer and his mother started working for a non-profit, first as a volunteer and then working her way up to an intern, paid secretary, and higher and higher over the years.
From a young age, Jack always had creative talents. He got distracted during T-ball and would start fantastical conversations with other students, and found infinite humor in how upset his coach got over it. He was signed up for art lessons, but rarely drew or painted the pictures he was asked to by the teacher. His artistic talent was obvious from a young age, but he grew tired of lessons before long and his parents settled for just giving him piles of coloring books, sketchbooks, and art kits. A couple years into elementary school, they started to grow concerned with the familiar teacherâs notes of âJack is a wonderful student, but we wish he would speak up more.â A new job offer for Mr. Katz brought the family out to Chicago, and Jackâs parents decided it might be a chance for their quiet son to try out his artistic skills in a different arena.
Jack was signed up for the school play without being asked, but in hindsight, itâs the best thing that ever happened to him. Something about being on a stage was so different than being in a normal conversation, and it was as if he was a completely different person who was completely detached from the real world. Because he signed up late and was still only in second grade, he was just in ensemble. Five minutes into his first performance, his parents were nearly crying with joy as they watched their shy little boy strutting confidently around the stage and were so pleased to see him part of a small crowd of kids after and chattering away with them.
Joining drama didnât miraculously change Jackâs entire disposition. Off-stage, he was still very shy, and as a result, many of his friends throughout the years were only met through school and community theater. He didnât mind at all, finding comfort and support in a group of people who all seemed to understand the way it seemed like a little switch went on once someone was on stage. When he was fifteen and this time it was his mother who was offered a position back in New York City at her non-profitâs headquarters, Jack was heartbroken to leave his close-knit group of friends. Especially right before the schoolâs performance of A Midsummer Nightâs Dream where he was to play Puck.
It was a hard adjustment to move back to the city that his parents kept calling home but that he didnât recognize at all. He spent many afternoons sneaking into the movies and watching the latest released comedies and dramas. With no play to focus on, he became a lot more interested in television and film acting, and informed his parents he wanted to start signing up for auditions. Nothing big, just as an extra for films in New York. Their one rule was that he couldnât miss school for it, but by the time he reached seventeen, he barely attended any of his afternoon classes. Far more often than not he didnât get the gig, but those few times in two years that he did were enough to boost his confidence that he started sending out more and more audition tapes and dedicating all his time to it.
For his eighteenth birthday, Jackâs dad took him to see a comedian they both liked. The comedian was dry, just like Jack and his mother, but it never occurred to him that his sarcastic observations of the world could be used to entertain until that night. It was like an epiphany, and he went home that night with his audition planner now filled with random words and phrases he wanted to piece together into a comedy set. He found an open mic comedy place that was supposedly good for beginners and went back three weeks in a row despite his hands shaking (unnatural for him on stage) and getting booed off every single time before he finished.
It took another few audience rejections for Jack to finally find his groove when he realized it didnât have to be him up on stage, it could be a character. A sharp, dry, critical character with a penchant for using the microphone, stand, and stool as physical comedy props to add to his sets. His parents tried to ground him when they found out heâd been missing so much school and hadnât sent out college applications in time, but he was so certain he was on the right path that he didnât care. He stayed home and wrote and wrote, and took videos testing out material, or tested it out in front of his family. His parents always tried to act uninterested, but it could only last so long before they cracked.
Over the course of a year, Jack worked his way through the comedy clubs in the city. He stopped sending out audition tapes or attending casting calls and focused all his time on comedy. He got and lost three day jobs in the course of the year, but all that mattered was he had just enough in his bank account to get into the clubs and pay whatever fees might be necessary. Eventually, he was the one getting paid to perform, and introduced to people whose names he now worshipped despite not knowing three years before. One night, when he was drunk on too many beers other people bought him after his set and just about ready to stumble home, someone mentioned a name that was perhaps the most effective sobering agent he couldâve asked for. The executive producer of Saturday Night Live wanted to speak with him.
Jack sweated his way through the audition and thought he was finished, but it turned out to be just the beginning. He was thrown into the mix, gaining recognition and exposure he never imagined heâd have at such a young age. Three years went by in a hilarious, stressful, anxiety-ridden, often drunk haze, with non-stop work during the live season and dozens of small roles in comedic movies and stand-up gigs scheduled during the off-season. He made a new friend and connection in the business every week it seemed. He had major backlash over a joke from a set that went viral, but it was more loved than it was hated so his manager said it was a good thing. The fact he got a manager was perhaps the most shocking thing of all to him.
At the end of his third season with SNL, Jack was offered the opportunity for a major role in a former cast mateâs film that was getting huge buzz even before the casting was finalized. It wasnât his managerâs prodding but his friendsâ and familyâs that made him choose the movie, which meant not returning to SNL for the next season. He made his final appearance, said his good-byes, and then jetted off with his younger brother and a couple friends to travel for a month before arriving in London for filming. While filming, Jack fell in love with the city. He finally understood how his parents could call New York City their home. Since heâd technically still been living with his parents, at twenty-two he bought his first flat in Hackney Wick.
For the past five years, Jack has been switching between brief stand-up tours around the United States and Europe and starring in a couple other major comedic films and TV shows and that one indie drama his manager didnât want him to do. He still remains based in London, though technically also has an apartment in New York City where his brother and a friend live but he crashes at when heâs in the States.
Though it has been a fast five years, Jack is aware of when heâs reached his limit and wonât be afraid to go on a âhiatusâ for a month or two to travel, maybe take some community art classes, and just relax. Heâs also developed a bit of a habit and reputation for skipping awards shows. He likes to make up excuses that he was just sick, but in reality, he feels too uncomfortable at them and prefers to just show up at the after party that allows the most casual attire after watching the awards from his flat.Â
     SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY:Â Daniel Katz (younger brother)
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I needed a rant
I'm just going to write this down because I don't know how else to deal with this at the moment. My roommate is an asshole, it's gotten to bad that at this point I'm literally on the verge of tears. She is inconsiderate and rude and I don't know what to do. Sometimes my gut just tells me to go fucking punch the shit out of her but I wont because I'm better than that. I know for a fact that she could never beat my ass and it's not like I'm scared of her it's just that I'm scared of losing this home. I don't want to move anymore and if I do result to violence I'll be out and who knows where I'll be next? The last thing I want or need is too be in another fucking group home which will be right where I'm headed if I lose this place. '
And what could make me come to all of this? When I first met my roommate I knew we were not going to become close friends it was like I could see the future. You know when you meet someone and you just feel their negative energy? Well it was like that with her. Nevertheless, being that I just came out of a hellish rehabilitation program it was a miracle that I somehow was given a foster home. Foster homes are very, very rare for someone my age- especially coming from someone who was currently in a rehab. All anyone wants are little kids, and as a matter of fact my foster parent even admits she wasn't going to take me because she herself only wanted young kids. The only reason she took me is because I have an interest in church, quote me.
If I had to go to a group home then so be it, but now that I'm here I don't want to lose what I have. The problem with group homes is that they occupy too many people. Just imagine what its like to be living with 5-9 teenage girls mixed in with 3 or 4 tired, angry under-payed, overworked staff members (that switch out 3 times a day) all under the same roof. It's not pretty. There's ALWAYS fights, there's ALWAYS drama, ALWAYS something weather it be someone running away, two or more girls not getting along or a staff member not doing their job, or overstepping boundaries; there is constant stress. All. The. Time.
For someone who likes solitude, quietness, this kind of environment is- it's just horrible. It's already bad enough but then mix in someone who can't handle that kind of lifestyle and it can worsen their mental health, it can lead to self harm, suicidal ideations or worse.Â
Once upon a time I used to be able to handle group homes, I just moved along when the drama happened, it was frustrating definitely (not just for me but for everyone), but it wasn't unbearable. But then I moved... And I moved again. And again. Then I started getting more fed up with it, then I started breaking down more easily, and self harmed, attempted suicide. I started to runaway, and use drugs... And every time I moved the staffs/therapists/supervisors seemed to care less and less and it was so frustrating. There were so many rules but so much unacceptable behavior slipping right under the rug!
And there was pretty much nothing you could do about it.
Then I got put in that rehabilitation and residential program which was some of the worst times in my life. It was like a bad group home to the max. You thought 9 teenage girls was bad? try 18-29. Together, all fucking day. No phones or internet, you had to be cut off- you couldn't even have a diary or pass notes without it needing to be checked everyday. You can bet there was fights and drama all the time, you couldn't leave the campus at all until months after you arrived. Not even mentioning that there was a strict schedule when to, sleep eat, shower, have mandatory groups that everyone hated. The staff in these places was even worse, virtually EVERYONE hated their job, and the staff in programs are allowed to put there hands on you if deemed necessary, and oh-fucking-boy did they. That power was abused way to fucking often but you want to try to run away? Straight to jail for 90 days just to get sent back and have to start all of your progress over from scratch... or possibly get sent to an even longer program.
These programs are technically 6 months but most people end up there for 8 to 9 months. You are given a set of 5 'levels' or 'phases' that you have to complete in order to get discharged from the program. Some kids are lucky and their insurance runs out and their parents can't pay to keep them there. I wasn't that lucky considering my parent is the state of fucking Florida. I'm grateful to be able to have good insurance and all but fucking hell that place was bad. Due to having to move to a switch different program 5 months after I was sent to my first program (over something that wasn't my fault, it had to due with medication issues which is a whole other story), I had to start all of my progress over and start the levels off from scratch. I spent 8 months in my second program making 13 months completely cut off from society (did I mention you weren't even allowed to watch the news?). Thatâs where I spent Christmas, Halloween, Mothers and Fathers day, even my birthday. I was discharged just two fucking days after my birthday. Just two. Anyways, the point is, I worked really, really hard to prove that I was responsible enough to get a foster home and I did. Even though my roommate is a fucking asswipe dealing with one girl is better than 9. At least I can kind of ignore her. But It's just so hard to act like it's not that bad sheâs always
-touching and stealing my belongings -throwing actual garbage with bloody tampons in it over my ART SUPPLIES -always calling me disgusting and dirty when this bitches side of the closet -smells like fish -talking dirty to boys late at night (I don't want to hear about how you want to eat his ass. Stop it. Get some help.) -using my towel that I bathe with to clean the floor with BLEACH FUCKING BLEACH -USING MY LOAFERS AND WASH RAGS -plays loud angry rap music, or movies at full volume all night, usually until 2am, -or really early in the morning to wake me up WHEN SHE OWNS FUCKING HEADPHONES -Talks shit about me to everyone that comes through the door of this house (and loudly)
and Iâm over here basically kissing her ass because anything is better than those fucking group homes. And I've tried to ask her to stop, or turn down her music, I've tried confronting her- and peacefully and respectfully but she either ignores me or gets violent. I've tried tried telling the foster parent, my therapist and no one is doing anything. I'm backed up into a corner. Like I said before, I'm not scared for my life, this bitch is like 5'3 (no offense to short people) but like I could kick her punk ass any day- and I would if I number 1.) wasn't trying to better myself and number 2.) cared about this home so fucking much. I just don't know what to do except pray and try to focus on other things. I wish I could just sleep in the living room. I keep breaking my headphones because I have to sleep with rain noises or something to drown out whatever she decides to play. Can you believe she has the audacity to wake me up just tell me to turn down my headphones when she tries to sleep? Like they arenât even big headphones they are 6 dollar earbuds how loud can they be?! I do every single time though because I'm trying to 'stay blameless in Gods eyes' because I believe in karma and also if I didn't she would probably do something really petty like purposefully play loud music to wake me up even earlier or play it all night so I can't sleep.Â
It really sucks. I have to live with this person for 110 more days (and, yes, I have it marked on my calendar) but one day she'll be gone and I wont have to deal (or smell) this person again. So hopefully I'll have some more learned patience by then.Â
The whole reason for me even righting this is because yesterday she asked me to turn the light off in our room when I'm not using it (which is understandable, except you're never home anyways nor do you pay the bills) and of course when she came home the next day I made sure the light was off (did I mention the reason I'm not in the room when she comes home is because I avoid being in there when she is? My foster parent apparently thought that was important enough to report to my therapist like I have problems-But when I tell you whats actually going on you don't do anything about it so like...). Then today when came home I asked her to close the door when she goes in the room, while she was going to the room (because I can still hear whatever she plays from the living room). Guess what? She looked right at me, then walked to the room which is right across the living room and left the door wide open ON PURPOSE. Later on she said that basically it's not her job and that if I want it closed then I need to walk over and close it every time she leaves it open. It pissed me off so much that I just needed to write my feelings out because there isn't anything else I can do about it. Maybe when I'm older I'll look back on this and think 'wow look how strong you are now' and hopefully by then I'll be in a position where if someone is being an outright dick I can punch the shit out of them on the spot- I mean deal with them professionally.
just 110 more days Jasmine, you can do it. Do it for yourself girl do it for your boo thang
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BASIC INFORMATION:
NAME: John âJackâ Katz. AGE: 27. PLACE OF BIRTH: New York, New York City, United States. RESIDENCE: Hackney Wick, Hackney. OCCUPATION: A-list movie actor, and stand-up comedian. FACE CLAIM: Robert Sheehan.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jack was born to a first-generation Irish immigrant and a Jewish man whose family had been established for a very, very long time out on Long Island. His parents met, fell in love, and started their family in the city that never sleeps, until it was their baby boy and not their late nights partying that was keeping them up all night. They adored city life too much to leave it, they just needed a city that went at a different pace, and found their home in Washington, D.C., where Jack took his first steps just a few blocks from the White House. His father started work as a corporate lawyer and his mother started working for a non-profit, first as a volunteer and then working her way up to an intern, paid secretary, and higher and higher over the years.
From a young age, Jack always had creative talents. He got distracted during T-ball and would start fantastical conversations with other students, and found infinite humor in how upset his coach got over it. He was signed up for art lessons, but rarely drew or painted the pictures he was asked to by the teacher. His artistic talent was obvious from a young age, but he grew tired of lessons before long and his parents settled for just giving him piles of coloring books, sketchbooks, and art kits. A couple years into elementary school, they started to grow concerned with the familiar teacherâs notes of âJack is a wonderful student, but we wish he would speak up more.â A new job offer for Mr. Katz brought the family out to Chicago, and Jackâs parents decided it might be a chance for their quiet son to try out his artistic skills in a different arena.
Jack was signed up for the school play without being asked, but in hindsight, itâs the best thing that ever happened to him. Something about being on a stage was so different than being in a normal conversation, and it was as if he was a completely different person who was completely detached from the real world. Because he signed up late and was still only in second grade, he was just in ensemble. Five minutes into his first performance, his parents were nearly crying with joy as they watched their shy little boy strutting confidently around the stage and were so pleased to see him part of a small crowd of kids after and chattering away with them.
Joining drama didnât miraculously change Jackâs entire disposition. Off-stage, he was still very shy, and as a result, many of his friends throughout the years were only met through school and community theater. He didnât mind at all, finding comfort and support in a group of people who all seemed to understand the way it seemed like a little switch went on once someone was on stage. When he was fifteen and this time it was his mother who was offered a position back in New York City at her non-profitâs headquarters, Jack was heartbroken to leave his close-knit group of friends. Especially right before the schoolâs performance of A Midsummer Nightâs Dream where he was to play Puck.
It was a hard adjustment to move back to the city that his parents kept calling home but that he didnât recognize at all. He spent many afternoons sneaking into the movies and watching the latest released comedies and dramas. With no play to focus on, he became a lot more interested in television and film acting, and informed his parents he wanted to start signing up for auditions. Nothing big, just as an extra for films in New York. Their one rule was that he couldnât miss school for it, but by the time he reached seventeen, he barely attended any of his afternoon classes. Far more often than not he didnât get the gig, but those few times in two years that he did were enough to boost his confidence that he started sending out more and more audition tapes and dedicating all his time to it.
For his eighteenth birthday, Jackâs dad took him to see a comedian they both liked. The comedian was dry, just like Jack and his mother, but it never occurred to him that his sarcastic observations of the world could be used to entertain until that night. It was like an epiphany, and he went home that night with his audition planner now filled with random words and phrases he wanted to piece together into a comedy set. He found an open mic comedy place that was supposedly good for beginners and went back three weeks in a row despite his hands shaking (unnatural for him on stage) and getting booed off every single time before he finished.
It took another few audience rejections for Jack to finally find his groove when he realized it didnât have to be him up on stage, it could be a character. A sharp, dry, critical character with a penchant for using the microphone, stand, and stool as physical comedy props to add to his sets. His parents tried to ground him when they found out heâd been missing so much school and hadnât sent out college applications in time, but he was so certain he was on the right path that he didnât care. He stayed home and wrote and wrote, and took videos testing out material, or tested it out in front of his family. His parents always tried to act uninterested, but it could only last so long before they cracked.
Over the course of a year, Jack worked his way through the comedy clubs in the city. He stopped sending out audition tapes or attending casting calls and focused all his time on comedy. He got and lost three day jobs in the course of the year, but all that mattered was he had just enough in his bank account to get into the clubs and pay whatever fees might be necessary. Eventually, he was the one getting paid to perform, and introduced to people whose names he now worshipped despite not knowing three years before. One night, when he was drunk on too many beers other people bought him after his set and just about ready to stumble home, someone mentioned a name that was perhaps the most effective sobering agent he couldâve asked for. The executive producer of Saturday Night Live wanted to speak with him.
Jack sweated his way through the audition and thought he was finished, but it turned out to be just the beginning. He was thrown into the mix, gaining recognition and exposure he never imagined heâd have at such a young age. Three years went by in a hilarious, stressful, anxiety-ridden, often drunk haze, with non-stop work during the live season and dozens of small roles in comedic movies and stand-up gigs scheduled during the off-season. He made a new friend and connection in the business every week it seemed. He had major backlash over a joke from a set that went viral, but it was more loved than it was hated so his manager said it was a good thing. The fact he got a manager was perhaps the most shocking thing of all to him.
At the end of his third season with SNL, Jack was offered the opportunity for a major role in a former cast mateâs film that was getting huge buzz even before the casting was finalized. It wasnât his managerâs prodding but his friendsâ and familyâs that made him choose the movie, which meant not returning to SNL for the next season. He made his final appearance, said his good-byes, and then jetted off with his younger brother and a couple friends to travel for a month before arriving in London for filming.
While filming, Jack fell in love with the city. He finally understood how his parents could call New York City their home. Since heâd technically still been living with his parents, at twenty-two he bought his first flat in Hackney Wick.
For the past five years, Jack has been switching between brief stand-up tours around the United States and Europe and starring in a couple other major comedic films and one indie drama his manager didnât want him to do. He still remains based in London, though technically also has an apartment in New York City where his brother and a friend live but he crashes at when heâs in the States.
Though it has been a fast five years, Jack is aware of when heâs reached his limit and wonât be afraid to go on a âhiatusâ for a month or two to travel, maybe take some community art classes, and just relax. Heâs also developed a bit of a habit and reputation for skipping awards shows. He likes to make up excuses that he was just sick, but in reality, he feels too uncomfortable at them and prefers to just show up at the after party that allows the most casual attire after watching the awards from his flat.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Humorous. Creative. Open-minded. Level-headed. Â Â NEGATIVE TRAITS: Anxious. Shy. Defiant. Unfulfilled.
SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: Daniel Katz (younger brother) IDEAL CONNECTIONS:
#1 Younger brother. As a writer in the making, Jackâs little brother needs to come to London - or so Jack is insistent upon saying. He feels less anxious and shy around family, and though Daniel isnât necessarily the most outgoing person, he would like to have the man as a plus one at events where Jack still isnât sure how to act around people who only know his stage persona.
#2 Manager. Jack is admittedly wary of the well-seasoned manager he only just hired a couple years ago. Jack purposefully keeps things a bit distant, afraid that if he gets to close he might get too sucked into the idea of wanting money more than anything. He makes sure his manager runs everything by him first.
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From @jane-shepard to the lovely @lemon-jacks ! Itâs about 2k and features your prompt âmake a wishâ which I found very fitting for them as a whole.Â
Also, a shoutout to @chryseis. If youâre familiar with their piece on Samuels, you might notice some VERY obvious references in here.Â
Samuels Unit 12 is built in 2135.
There are only twelve Samuels units made in total, of which he is the last. From there, the software used to develop his intelligence is tweaked for refinement and carried onto the next project. They avoided making too many with the same appearance; androids of his kind were built to blend in, and the Company wanted to minimize the risk of them being confused with one another.
They model him after an actor, one well-known during the height of his fame but forgotten over time. His appearance and personality are designed from the ground up to be remarkably unremarkable. Non-threatening and trustworthy, but plain and easy to look at.
From there, he is free to develop naturally â albeit with a short leash. His inhibitors and parameters guide his learning and behavior, but he is alive.
With his first act of free will, he chooses the first name âChristopherâ from the offered list of monikers. His personality evolves, setting him apart from the twelve that came before him. He is Christopher, friendlier than his counterparts and far more mild-mannered.
At the end of the six month trial, the Samuels models are sent to separate destinations. His polite disposition lands him a position as a mediation android aboard the USCSSÂ Agnis.
There is a day, a year after his creation, when he hears his coworkers discussing a movie. The Big Sleep. An old film, but one that Samuels himself had enjoyed.
âI loved that film,â he interrupts politely, eagerly. âI found it ââ
One of his coworkers scoffs. âThanks but no thanks, Samuels,â he says. âIf I wanted a synthetic opinion, Iâd ask.â
âThey think that Iâm incapable of loving something,â he realizes, forcing himself to maintain a pleasant smile. âThey think that I cannot feel.â
Surely, that is not true. He must be capable of processing emotion, as he knows for a fact that shame and humiliation are not the result of his coding. And yet, he feels them anyway.
Behind him, an oil-smeared engineer slips away, her fists clenched at her sides. He does not notice her.
.:.:.:.
He scans down a list of medications, reading impossibly, inhumanly fast, and heâs halfway down the second page when he notices heâs being watched. Samuels lifts his head, and the woman across the room pushes herself up from the wall.
âInteresting choice in reading material,â she comments boredly, and he recognizes sarcasm in her tone. A joke. She doesnât wait for him to react, and folds her arms across her chest. Theyâre streaked with something dark. Joint oil, most likely. Engineers rarely wandered to the main levels of the ship, so she had to have a reason for being here. âI wanted to ask you something.â
Ah, there it was.
âOf course,â he replies. âHow may I help?â
âThat movie they were talking about,â she says, jerking her thumb in the direction of the mess hall. âThe Big Sleep, what is it about? Everyone is talking about it, but I missed movie night with the crew.â
Christopher is almost taken aback. Her excuse is flimsy, but the desire behind it is sincere; she wanted his opinion.
Her name is Amanda, he learns later. She is not a nice woman, but she is kind.
.:.:.:.
She always seems to find him when she wants company, though Samuels never asks why. There are many things he does not do. He does not offer anything more than polite conversation, and he does not make assumptions about why she keeps returning for it.
He does not ask Ripley about her life. Her file tells him that sheâs been here terribly long, and he wonders if that makes her terribly lonely. He does not ask about that, either.
Ripley often comes down to the mess hall with smudges on her face, but Samuels never finds a polite opportunity to tell her so.
One day, she pauses while peeling an apple to brush her hair away from her face, and her hand comes away grey.
âShit,â she says, looking up at him. âHave I had stuff on my face this entire time?â
He cannot lie to her. âYou often do,â he replies, and she grimaces.
Ripley sets down her apple to grab a napkin, and wipes her hands before scrubbing at her face. âDamn. I wish youâd told me. I probably look like a mess.â
âYou donât look at yourself before you leave the workshop?â he asks, curious. Ripley gives him an incredulous look, snorting.
âNot if I can help it.â Samuels doesnât have time to think about what she means by that before sheâs moving on. âAm I clean now?â
Her face is free of oil streaks and smudges, and Samuels nods. Ripley picks up her half-peeled apple again, twisting it around to see where sheâd left off. âNext time I have something on my face, let me know, alright?â
âDuly noted, Ripley.â
.:.:.:.
As usual, sheâs the one who seeks him out.
Once, he had wondered why Ripley did not have any friends aboard the Agnis; she had been here so long, he assumed she must have formed bonds with the people aboard.
A quick study at the personnel logs told him that the Agnis switched staff every time it docked at the systemâs space station. This happened every six months, lining up with the shipsâ schedule for data drops.
Digging deeper only told him that many of the staff were slated for short stays from the start. Employment aboard the Agnis was usually a temporary arrangement before We-Yu promoted them elsewhere.
That left Ripley with a constantly shifting group of coworkers â which left little room for camaraderie. His previous look into Ripleyâs file told him that she had been offered a host of promotions, all of which she had turned down.
Heâs sure the answer why lies in her private file, but he refrained from digging too deeply into peopleâs lives. Employment logs told him what he needed to know, and heâd learned quite a bit about Ripley on his own.
(She knew at least eight card games, but heâd only ever seen her play solitaire. While her mother preferred cats, Amanda was fond of dogs â but only large breeds. She liked fresh strawberries, but had to settle for freeze-dried.)
Heâs reviewing transfer requests when she finds him. Sheâs lacking any black smudges on her face today, but he notices a smaller discrepancy on her cheekbone.
When he points it out, Ripley reaches up to brush at her cheek. âOh,â she says, and lets out a short laugh, âan eyelash. You can make wishes with these.â
âA wish?â Samuels asks. He doesnât really understand the concept of wishing on such little things. It was probably a niche belief â many of which he wasnât familiar with.
âYeah. They say if you wish upon a stray eyelash, it will come true,â Ripley says, and brushes her hands against her coveralls. âWishing isnât something I do anymore, but itâs cute to watch kids do it.â
She moves on to invite him to the mess hall with her, but Samuels spends the rest of the evening pondering what she had said.
Wishing served no purpose, and yet people found countless opportunities to do it. They wished upon everything â candles, flowers, stars, even stray eyelashes.
He knew from their short friendship that she was too logical to rely on miracles, but he still wonders.
What had Ripley wished for in the past?
.:.:.:.
Ripley lays a card down, the lacquered âfwipâ almost lost to the ambient sound of the engineering hold. Samuels still notices, and he looks up to see her gathering up the cards. Another successful game. He wonders if she ever gets bored of winning solitaire.
He knows for a fact that playing it would make him⊠antsy? Heâs not sure what word heâd use to describe the itching sensation that he could be doing something better with his time. Perhaps his productivity protocols were too intense for him to enjoy such pasttimes.
He watches her hands as she shuffles. Likely getting ready for another round. âDo you spend much time playing, Ripley?â
âWhen Iâve finished what Iâm supposed to do, yeah,â she replies easily, and leans back in her chair. âNot much else to do here.â
âWhy not transfer?â he asks, ignoring the insistent feeling that he shouldnât. Heâs briefly reminded of The Big Sleep and his coworkersâ rejection. Stepping out of line wasnât impossible for him, but it was rarely rewarded. âYour record here is impressive; you could easily land a more exciting post.â
He half expects Ripley to reply with something snide â lash out and tell him heâd overstepped, but she only rocks farther back in her chair. Sheâs silent for a long moment as she absentmindedly cuts the deck.
âMy mom disappeared in this region a while back,â she says, voice level. âShe was a warrant officer aboard the Nostromo.â
She shrugs, leaning forward until all four feet of her chair hit the ground. âSo, I decided to follow her into the great beyond.â Ripley begins laying down cards, her movements methodical and practiced. âI figured if I stuck around long enough, I might find something.â
When the final card is placed, she flips it over to reveal the nine of diamonds.
âClosure, maybe.â
.:.:.:.
A month later, Samuels is given an assignment.
(An order, actually, but Weyland-Yutani preferred to use particular vocabulary when dealing with these sorts of things.)
He is to recruit and accompany an engineer aboard the Torrens, a small commercial starship destined for Sevastopol Station. Several other engineers had been considered already, but the Agnis sourced from some of the best â many of whom were looking for better work.
The details of the mission are scant, but they tell him enough.
âThe USCSS Torrens [MSV-7760], is to retrieve the flight-recorder unit of the USCSS Nostromo [1809246-09], which was recovered and taken to Sevastopol Station by the USCSS Anesidora [NCC 88-LS] in 2137.â
Mention of the Nostromo makes Samuels pause, and thinks immediately of Ripley. She had lingered in this system for years, waiting for any mention of her mother and the shipâs fate, and now her chance had arrived.
A part of him knows it is disingenuous to tap her solely because of her connection to the case, but Samuels finds himself considering her anyway. She was a talented engineer, and young enough to recover from the stasis rather quickly. Nothing told him she shouldnât be chosen for the opportunity.
And perhaps, this would bring her the closure she desired.
.:.:.:.
He comes to regret this. Before, his most vivid memories of Amanda Ripley involved her hands poised over playing cards, black smudges over her cheeks, and her face when she was particularly focused.
Now, he thinks of her worn ragged, with a burn mark on her temple.
He had wanted to offer a solution: an opportunity to find what sheâd been searching for.
Above all, Christopher Samuels had wanted. He had desired something above the improvement of Weyland-Yutaniâs brand and the wellbeing and safety of his assigned crew. He had strived towards something beyond his protocol.
In retrospect, the idea terrified him. He had made a decision based more on his own opinion than the facts he was given, and it was endangering someone heâd come to know. A woman who had evolved beyond a employment record and a name.
That terrified him too, but what scared him more was the idea that Amanda Ripley would die here, without ever knowing what happened to her mother.
Without ever getting what she wished for.
When he considers Ripley â her lonely years aboard the Agnis, the promotions she turned down, the wish she did not make â the decision to give his own life for her is an easy one.
That, at least, he does not regret.
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Chapter Nine: Dawn and Midnight Paranoia by OrangeLetters88~
"Were going to be meeting two famous late night talk show hosts of Midnight Paranoia, plus we doing a pact with them because it is very hard to get one scheduled with them." Steele shouts excited more than usual.
"Sounds nice to me, getting out would be really nice after the ordeal I went through." He replies nervously shaking. She puts her hands on his to get them to stop. "Sorry...I am not okay. Now were okay. I mean I feel better, but I feel for now I still feel scared. I...I was so scared Steel!"
She tips his head on her shoulder. "I am so sorry it took so long to find you. We almost had no leads. Forgive me."
"No...you are fine. I forgive them, but they really messed with me. I want to hate them so badly, but I can't...everyone is so messed up inside I realize now." He places his palm on face trying to not to cry.
"Shhh...it's okay Alex...this is not something to come out of easily. What happened became your life for what was a month. A lesser man would be destroyed by this, but you came out on top." Steel says trying to comfort him.
"What's worse is Alice barely recognizing me. It was a nightmare and I tried so hard to ignore it because if I did try to convince her I would surely go mad..." He pours his heart. It is so heavy with grief. " I have a trouble looking at blood right now. It makes me sick to my stomach, but I can't tell anyone."
"Alex, calm down please! I promise you are safe now and we will take care of you on the trip okay?" Steel almost in tears from seeing Alex lost in what happened. "Please...calm down."
"I will be okay..." Alex replies upset breathing in and out slowly holding his chest with eyes closed. Christian comes out stretching his arms.
"I couldn't sleep. You two are out are early this morning." He said yawning.
"Christian...I have one request of you and Alice please..."
"Yeah, what's up man?" Christian responds confused.
"Never call me Master. I mean never ever never! I am no one's master." He replies miserably.
"You are brother, my bud, my mentor, my friend. After all the bullshit we been through I am sure you see us as equals." Christian responds lighting a cigarette.
"When did you start smoking?"
"I always have, but with everything I picked it back up due to stress. I have never had to be a detective before. You know the best part is when we couldn't make a perfect plan..." Christian explains slightly muffled with the cig in his mouth pointing to his head. "I thought well think like Alex and walk in like at Coopers."
"I should expect that...I am not really a good influence, am I?"
"No brother, you teach me to put it forward. Life isn't like some movie on the big screen, but I am sure you learned that pretty quickly as well." Christian counters taking another hit of the cigarette before putting it out. "Most of all I missed you and Alice. I was by myself even though I am with Mars, but it just felt empty is all."
"He wouldn't stop chain smoking. Had a hard time to get him to go hunting for prey or taking blood. He was much too worried."
"Steel, shhh. I have had blood since then. I knew if I got weak I couldn't help you Alex..." Christian says a little embarrassed. "Anyways we will be leaving soon. I volunteered switches with Clarence for driving since it's awhile away."
"Where is Colleen at?" Alex questions.
"Because of you she wants to make good on her life with her human father. We will see her when she is back..." Steel confirms.
Mars comes out with a backpack full of clothes running to the car. Alice follows behind with a small suit case and Clarence carrying a full carry on with wheels at the bottom. "You guys are much too excited." Steel laughs recalls she hasn't fully packed her bags and darts to the room.
Alex sluggishly makes his way to the room he was staying to pack. "Alex, please package the vials of blood? They will only last a day so we need a scrubber and insert brushes to wash them as well!" Alice shouts from the doorway.
After he packs he makes his way to the storage room. He takes a deep breathe seeing the vials packed in a long square of ten on the rack. The bubble wrap in squares to the side in a rogue box that is tilting.
His hands shake; he brings his hand to chin wondering if he should say he is busy and needs someone else to get the vials. Some reason he can feel himself hyperventilate the closer he gets. He stoops as he tries to pull it together, but passes out.
Moments later he is looking up at Steel who came too late. "Don't tell anyone Steel. I got to find a way to get over this. I feel like a failure of a vampire now."
She helps him get up on his feet dusting him off. She wraps the vials and sticks them in a sealed box to keep them from view. "I should have gotten the vials instead of you. I knew, but was a little per-occupied."Steels says blushing.
"I will think I will just wait in the car." He gets in the car taking the window spot so he could lean into the window. The car ride is hard on him due to being trapped in a small space. He tells himself it's only temporary.
Half way there they stop to get gas and stretch. Steel walks when she is pushed by a robber, she does a quick back flip kicking him on his butt with just a push of her leg and snatching him by the back of jacket. Â
The lady comes out shocked. "Are you a performer?" She says on the cell phone with the police.
"I accidentally did that on reflex, but glad you are safe at least." Steel replies nervously. Steel hands money for the fuel and takes off before any cops come.
"Why are we popping off so fast? Shouldn't we wait to take report?" Christian questions Steel who seemed guilty driving off.
"Most of the cops in this area are already suspicious of vampires. I tend forget you are new, but never stay long in any area...one knows me very well. I am not looking forward to seeing him."
"Oh...so what happens if they realize you are vampire?" Christian replies even more curious.
"We will never be able to retrieve you. We call these cases clean cut disappearances even though we know what they are. Usually they become brainwashed slaves like K-9. They have their own case squad once identified."
Christian shivered at the thought of it. Alex covers his head with hands. Alice semi wraps her arms around him when she observes him dunking into his arms. He looks at her with a smile. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just can't wait till we get there is all."
"The smell of new blood is enticing." Clarence interrupts envisioning causing him to slick his back.
"Calm down Romeo. Not even there yet and you are already thinking about it." Steel says pinching his arm.
"I can't help it; fresh blood tastes better than old blood for me...I also can't eat food like some of you!" Clarence points out to Steel. She pulls in to a hotel. Their room is a shared with four beds, two to each room.
"We have rules when I do trips. We travel in pairs, when we meet Joshua and Alan we will all be together. This town is huge and known for kidnappings and killings due to the high volume of tourists it gets down here! "Steel lays down the rules for Alex's group.
Mars looks around a little till he takes notice of Clarence gone. "Steel, your man is gone."
"He what?" Steel shouts running out the door with her card key. Mars ends up laughing before stopping.
"Christian, want to get a bite with me?" Mars asks kicking his feet out. Christian gets his jacket on his way out patting Alex's head. Alice follows behind leaving Alex in the joint room by himself.
He drops on the bed face first with his hands out. "I don't want to be here...I don't know where I want to be..."
The television flickers on by itself. "Hello my name Joshua! And my name is Alan! This is Midnight Paranoia. We got back from break so let's start at new caller. Hello who is this? What exactly have you come here for today?"
"Hi, umm well you see well first off my name Dawn. I am right outside your door Alex..."
Alex scrambles to open the door. "Hello Alex. It's been a very long time. I knew you were coming."
He shuts the door behind hearing it click behind, but also knows Mars and Steel have the keys.
"Dawn, what's going on? Why now?"
"Because..." She said giving him a small kiss on the lips. "I saw a vision something bad is going to happen in the town. I need your help."
"My book is inside...I accidentally locked myself out." He cries. "Also how did you do that? Vampires can't do that? Can they?"
"Before I became a vampire I was on my way to becoming a witch so I know a little up my sleeve, but it's slowly fading. I am out of practice now. Being a vampire already expands most of my energy..." Dawn replies.
She takes his hand and runs. "Where are we going?"
"To Midnight Paranoia, I have tickets for the backdoor bang!"
"Backdoor bang, what in the world is being carried out at something called backdoor bang?
"It's literally where we drink blood and chill. Come on like old times!" She says when he drops her hand. He stands still; he expresses horror instead of interest.
"Look right now I am not hungry; I will go sniff my clan mates out." He replies walking the other direction.
"How can you not be hungry in this place? It is a paradise of human tourists. What happened to you?
"I don't want to go into it today Dawn. Maybe another time..."
"I mean you are locked out anyways. Just come and join me." Dawn laughed.
He gives up and comes with her after much pleading. It seems maybe she just missed his presence. The hotel was surprisingly not far from the late night crowds of college students on spring break shouting at the DJ who making beats literally on a cherry picker. Strobe lights, party lights and beams of colored lights mixing and matching with each other in the chaos of weed smokers, bongs and dancers.
The whole scene is a wild affair to Alex. You could not tell a human from a vampire in this display of madness. He wondered if Steel and Clarence was attracted to these events and why?
Walking through the crowds he would spot some people looking directly at him before glancing away. Making it to a back door, walls covered for soundproof from the outside. Dawn flashes the tickets.
Two twins sit there with their legs crossed in position from each other. They are dressed down in silk blouses and black leather pants. Their sexuality there on display pouring blood from a large label-less bottle tinted green.
"I am Joshua! Welcome to the backdoor bang. Judging your boyfriends expression he never been here before or been anywhere like living a den..." He says examining Alex before lighting up a cigarette.
"Oh no he isn't a boyfriend, but why do you say?" Dawn says laughing taking a seat. Â
"My name is Alan and lately we just get horny groupie girls. It's nice to see an actual fellow vampire want to drink with us."
"No one suspects?" Alex asks. Alan lights his bong reclining back.
"We pay them off. They don't care about us or the show plus we get ton of girls who would volunteer to give us blood anyways. The heat of the moment gets them off ya know?" Joshua replies proud. "But we will never turn them. No matter how much they beat on me. Their yells of disappointment often echo late into the morning when we tell them, but no one hears their pains."
"Share a drink with us!" Alan says giving them wine glasses. Alex pushes his glass away. Dawn gladly accepts. "Come on...it's not every day or is there another reason?"
"N-nothing is wrong. I just am not feeling it." Alex almost stutters. Joshua gets up touching his face.
"Those black rings tell me otherwise. You had been starving yourself, but most likely only a couple days at most."
"There is something you don't want to talk about?" Dawn questions never noticing.
"Hey I am not judging, but most vampires go into a rage by default without it."
"I am sorry; I can't be here at the moment. Thank you for the hospitality. Good day Dawn." With that Alex makes his way out the door to get a breath of fresh air. He walks around to sit at the tables further away from the crazy club in front a local bar and radio DJ station.
Not drinking blood has made him feel weak, he could practically see a female tourists veins. Her sweet smell enticing as a flower in the full bloom in the noon sun, she walks away when someone practically knocks him over.
"Clarence! Put the bottle down already!" Steel shouts pissed.
"Steel!" Alex stands up catching Clarence drunk off his ass. He settles down. His head tips forward. He drops the wine smashing the bottle against the hard cement.
"He has been getting drunk like a mad man throwing him off his straight game. The prey isn't even hard prey. Girls are easily swayed for well-dressed onlookers."
"Let's bring him back to the hotel."
A crowd screams, the cherry picker knocks on to its side wrecking expensive equipment along the way. A couple people are pinned under the cherry picker. The DJ seems to be breathing on the ground. People are frantically on their cells calling for 911.
"We need to get back now. We shouldn't interfere in human affairs plus you are in no condition to help them yourself."
They drive back to the hotel. Getting inside it seems they are all alone. Mars, Christian and Alice seem to be out still. Steel loosens Clarence's tie tossing it on the floor with his gloves and setting his jacket on the chair.
Steel sits down in the chair beside Clarence. "Look Alex we need to talk about this food avoidance problem."
"Steel...please."
"No, I need you to talk to me. What can I do for you? You can't keep it up forever."
She hands him a small vial. Alex looks up at her not wanting to deal with this subject. He opens the vial shaking downing a small amount before it comes back up making him run to the sink. Steel pats his back sympathetic.
"Edwin and Joseph did really horrible things to you did they?"
His eyes began to tear up as he lifts his facing the mirror. "I want to forget...I just need time Steel. Hopefully it clears up soon. I will drink soon I promise, but please don't force me anymore." Alex bows his head over the sink.
"Don't overdo it. We need to meet people in a couple days' time. Stay healthy Alex..."
Clarence stumbles over to the bathroom. "I-I am o-only a little drunk Steel my love..." before throwing up everything in his stomach on the floor. Steels dress now covered in throw up and blood.
"You bastard, this is one of my favorite dresses!" She says pulling him over the toilet seat pulling back his hair. Alex helps hold up Clarence. Mars, Christian and Alice come back plopping down on the beds.
Alice walks over to help Steel with Clarence who is evidently very drunk back to his bed. He will continue to sleep deep through the night and most of the day to recover.
Day two and takes Clarence almost all day to recover. He wakes up being forced into shower and brushing teeth to clean up. He irons his blazer and makes sure his white gloves are pressed to perfection. His pants have to be cleaned; he has to change his shirt under causing him a bit of panic.
"You are such a neat freak for someone who got that shit faced last night." Christian laughs while he irons out wrinkles.
"Don't make fun of me. I need to be dressed and ready to go. My suit is my whole personality. It is my intimidation tactic."
A knock on the door has Alex look first. He notes it is Dawn again. "Looks like my nightly activity has arrived so looks like I will be out a little. Don't wait for me!" Alex says nervously squeezing the door.
This time he takes her hand running down the corridors and down the elevator. He huffs after they get far. "I wanted to say sorry about before..."
"Nothing to be sorry about, I just have a lot going on in my mind."
They walk together just catching till she stops. "Look...I have something you tell you."
Alex pushes her out of the way throwing himself in front of the arrow. He cries out, a man comes from the shadows. "I am guessing you mean this is what you wanted to warn about..."
The man dressed in olive green shirt with leather jacket and dusty jeans. Forcefully takes the arrow out. Dawn gets in front with her hands out. "Darren, I thought we discussed you need to stop aiming it recklessly."
"Oh I see..."He said pacing around Alex. "She hasn't told you has she?"
"He needs help you jackass! Can't this wait another time?"
"No, that arrow was edged blade so he is probably going to die if he bleeds anymore, but at least he will know."
"Know..what?" Alex grunts on the ground leaning against Dawn holds his arm where the bladed arrow unwillingly was taken.
"She is labeled a traitor." He said aiming another arrow into his leg. "She killed pappy, his ashy corpse a symbol of our operation not too long from here."
"Darren...stop please..."
"Stop what? You almost got him when he went into the backdoor bang session, but he decided to leave."
"Wait...that was a rigged operation then, you and Dawn...I..." Alex gets up with a severe limp.
"But we can no longer let you leave because we have told you about the rig. Why do you think it's not common for vampire to go to backdoor bangs?"
Alex darts for it even though his chances small he would survive. "I will not be held captive again. I would much rather die."
Darren launches another arrow into his back sending him to the ground. "That explains a lot."
Another arrow is fired and caught. "And here I thought fang hunters were only a legend." Clarence states holding the arrow between his fingers, walking forward he grabs hold of Alex.
"How long were you standing there?"
"I just got here. What do kids call it these days? Spidey senses?" His clear his voice with a smile. Dawn hides behind Darren. "But I know enough that you are Alex's old clan mate..."
"You aren't a normal vampire..."
"No I am not. What do you plan to do about it?"
Clarence walks away slowly with Alex limped over his shoulders. Instead of acting out Darren stays in position, Dawn tries to walk behind. Clarence throws his hand out holding a calling card and letting it drift to the ground.
They get back into the door. "Why are you out without Steel?" Alex asks in pain.
"We had a fight. She went with the rest bar hopping. Stop asking me stupid questions! I should be asking why you were alone and with a fang hunter!"
He rips the arrows out and scissors away his clothes allowing for a temporary dressing. Clarence hands Alex two vials of blood after he gets dressed in new top and bottom. "Lately you been acting stubborn, but this no time for that. Blood will help you heal faster."
He downs them immediately holding his mouth so he doesn't throw up allowing it to go down he can feel come back up through his throat, before long everyone is getting back through the door when he throws it up passing out.
Steel runs to Alex. "Why is he covered in bandages?"
"We need to cancel the plans for the meet. This town is full of fang hunters. Alex was lured by a bait vampire..." Clarence explains. Alex lifts his hand.
"I am not out of it. It was just a second...my old clan member killed Pappy."
He gets up leaning into the wall. Alice touches his shoulders lightly. "At least you learned who it was..."
"I have to face Dawn and the fang hunter before this is all over. I suggest everyone pack their stuff." Alex shouts. "We will find a lower standing motel further in the meantime."
"You won't be alone this time. We are all in this together." Clarence confides.
"After what happened we all know you are having a hard time dealing with some issues Alex...you don't have to hide them anymore..." Christian softly replies.
Alex turns around to face them. "I am your mentor Alex! I would never let something get worse well worse than the last situation..."
Mars starts to pack everything up. "I will be your drive. I have not really activated my serpent entity, but more than willing to do my part."
"I have an idea where the ashes are...but now they know of us...they aren't going to play pretty." Alex hobbles over to his phone.
"You nearly got killed. You can barely move! What do you plan to do?" Clarence asks confused.
"That's why I am bait...but you have to trust me."
They packed up making their way to the location Alex pinned as Pappy's place of death. Holding his book on his lap, when they make to the forest edge Alex waves Mars on away from the location.
He staggers to the location. The ground a char black mark in the grass, but the ash long since has been done with rain. "Even when wounded you still tried to find it." Alan says laughing from high in to the treetops.
Joshua and Alan block his way to move. They know he can't run far. "We already know you were picked next in line for vampire leader." Darren states. He slowly walks in holding Dawn with his hands around her neck.
"I already knew you would come. I decided to settle it my way. A single vampire is fruitless. Intimidation depends on sexiness and sometimes on looks even were just cute. I realized I have none of these so I need to rely on my wits." Alex responds pointing at his head. "Plus I came to save Dawn."
A tire wrench hits Alan in the back of the head knocking him out. Clarence comes from behind like the suave man he is. Grasping Joshua's neck from behind, Steel's steel traps are now visible locking them all in.
"Why would you want to save a traitor?" Joshua asks kneeling in front of Alan.
"Everyone deserves a second chance Joshua...vampires of offspring of the sinned of Lilith therefore we bare her cross. Humans are sins of their God. Dawn deserves freedom..."
Alex explains, his flashbacks of how he could kill Edwin and Joseph, but their deeds were mis-understood. They deserved their own happiness despite his suffering.
"You act as though hunting vampire for their fangs is any better." Clarence replies.
Steel positions herself behind Darren bringing her steel strings to his neck till he lets go of Dawn. He activates the crossbow with the customized steak firing into Dawns back. He loads another from his position going clear through her chest.
She reaches for Alex from the ground before her body slowly forms to ash. "Dawn..." He becomes enraged pushing his way to Darren breaking the steel string completely knocking over Steel from her trap unwinding the arena tossing Christian from a nearby tree.
His elongated nails digging into Darren's throat, about to slash his stomach open Steel gets in front taking the hit. His nails sink into her chest. "Remember your humanity, that's what you taught me..."
He snaps out of it catching Steel who loses consciousness. Clarence kicks Darren down making him drop his weapon. Â Alan and Joshua seem to back on their feet. "You must feel so proud being baiters..."
Christian and Clarence make their way to the car fast after Alex signals. From the distance Alex watches Dawns body's ashes catch to the wind. His vision fades.
He wakes up in Steels house and walks to the med bay. "Clarence...how is Steel?"
"Steel is fine. You didn't dig too deeply. She has been receiving full care so she will be okay." Clarence says happily.
"I don't know what came over me."
"Grief...grief came over you and that is okay. Killing the fang hunter would not have brought Dawn back. Steel was right to intervene."
"Yeah...while Steel is healing Christian and Alice need to settle last humanely affairs back in their town then we will back here. Please take care of Mars till were back. It shouldn't be long."
"No worries, it about time they realize this is their life now..."
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REQUEST: bts reacts to jealous girlfriend. Could you also give the reason as to why their S/O is jealous:) REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: nothing!
you should be happy when jin gets the attention and recognition he deserves, but it always proves to sit a little funny in your chest; maybe it was the comments his fans made or him being so receptive to said comments, but something about it seemed to flip a switch in you that rivaled your pride over his accomplishments. jin, ever the empathetic one, would try to ease your worries as soon as he knows whatâs wrong â he wouldnât understand right away, but he would try to and he wouldnât bother hiding his efforts as whatever is bothering you is much more important than him possibly appearing ignorant. even if you were to be too embarrassed to admit it or perhaps angry enough about it to remain silent, heâd still make an effort to get it out of you ( he would only be slightly deterred if you were to raise your voice or push him away ) and wouldnât stop until he did. it wouldnât be hard to understand where your jealousy is rooted or why it began to grow in the first place, as jin has had his fair share of swallowing down envy and ignoring it the best he can, and he would never blame you for how youre feeling in the first place. once youâre honest with him and explain why youâre acting the way you are, heâd sit you down and talk with you about it â it might be hard to get it out, but he believes you can do it with enough support from his side, and heâd never grow impatient or annoyed by the things you do or do not say. in the end, heâd work with you about it and try his best to ease the troubles created in your mind, all while claiming that youâre the first person he thinks of when he achieves anything.
itâs almost embarrassing how envious you are of the fact that yoongi rarely shares his troubles and tribulations with you, and instead often goes to namjoon about anything and everything. it wasnât that you were jealous of namjoon in particular, but then maybe you were and simply didnât want to admit it. and, while yoongi is the type to normally respect the need for coming to terms with your feelings in your own time and talking about them when you finally decided to do so, this would be something he wouldnât allow to fester. heâd notice very quickly whatâs wrong, as you attempt to get things out of him more and more and almost appear to be desperately prying for something ( though, he doesnât know exactly what ), and would be pretty direct when going about asking you about it. while you might expect him to be annoyed by what you have to say, heâs actually very tentative and tries his best to be understanding â he listens to everything you have to say, from start to finish, even when you have trouble voicing it. heâs patient with you, and remains mostly quiet throughout your explanations, until it comes time for him to quietly apologize for making you think that he didnât trust you or wasnât comfortable enough with you to talk about these things â heâd explain that it was more about him not wanting to bother you or worry you, and that most problems he faces could be explained away as petty or small compared to everything else. after this, heâd try to be more open with you, though he still faces his own worries from time to time that he would, in fact, simply be putting more on your shoulders than need be; despite this, youâd always be willing to listen, and he would eventually come to being more comfortable with sharing his worries and being entirely open and honest with you. itâs something you both have to work on together.
â i want you to be my hope. â itâs the first thing you say when he finally accomplishes getting it out of you after nearly an hour of clinging to your side and asking you whatâs wrong in every way possible, all in different tones and very nearly whiny in nature. itâs a silly thing to have stuck in your brain for so long, but when it came it simply never went, and jealousy tended to fester like an open wound inside of you even when you did your best to ignore it. hoseok canât help the way he beams at your admission, though whether itâs over the fact that he finally got something out of you or whether your words simply tickled him in just the right way was anybodies guess. still, he assures you heâs not laughing at you and her certainly doesnât find this funny, even though he probably does just a little â who said he couldnât be your hope? â and itâs only after you explain that itâs more about the fact that he treats everyone the same, even you, and that you often just feel like one of the guys, he finally understands. you want to feel special. he isnât sure why such a thing never occurred to him before this, or why it wasnât simply natural to treat you in such a way, but after youâve admitted it he never seems to stop trying. even after it becomes like second nature and itâs been months since you said anything and youâve completely forgotten about it all, he never seems to stop thinking about it. â see? iâve been your hope this whole time! â
youâre so proud of them â the awards keep coming and their success is seemingly endless, creating so many âfirstsâ and breaking the mold surrounding k-pop. theyâve become an inspiration to so many other groups and have proved to be the perfect role models, and you never thought you could be this happy simply watching their own happiness bloom like a flower in the spring. there only seems to be one downside, and itâs one you desperately try to ignore â you want to continue being proud, you want to be happy for them, so why do you feel like this? you realize quickly that your jealousy doesnât chase after all of them, but simply your seemingly clueless boyfriend â it started as something small, something you could ignore, until it grew into something big, something monstrous and green with envy. it takes you longer to realize that it isnât about their success or the continuous stream of praise from both their fans and their colleagues, but rather the time that goes into it. as their leader, namjoon seems to be constantly surrounded by things that need to be done, or strapped in for another vlive, or so caught up in the group that nothing else seems to exist. where did you fit in? you werenât sure, but you knew it wasnât something he did on purpose or with any malcontent, and it isnât until you say it so softly that he almost canât hear you that he even realizes what heâs been doing to you this whole time. the apologies are seemingly just as endless as everything else, and you try to reassure him that it isnât his fault, but he doesnât seem to see it that way â youâre always on his mind, even when everything else is going on, so how did he not realize something like this? itâs right there and then that he promises to make time for you, no matter what; facetime and skype calls become a ritual when heâs away ( even when heâs so tired that he ends up falling asleep before he can hang up ), and somehow he miraculously fits you in inbetween their busy schedules for even the smallest things, like movie nights with all the boys or a one hour coffee date on a quiet street. it becomes so natural that itâs something else he doesnât even seem to realize, something that becomes as simple as instinct, and something that you can never seem to stop appreciating.
jimin is affectionate â itâs something you knew before you even started dating him. you just didnât realize how affectionate to, like, everyone. you did your best not to let it bother you, because he certainly saves a fair share for you, but somehow it still ends up gnawing at you from the inside out. keeping it to yourself wasnât the best course of action, but you arenât sure how to bring it up without sounding like a complete idiot, and youâre not really sure how heâd take it. it seems like an endless cycle of you beating yourself up over something that could probably be easily rectified, but that you wonât allow to slip, until he finally brings it up. the question is casual, something that he just throws into conversation, but that still leaves you a little shocked â you thought you were hiding it so well! still, you try to brush it off, before heâs very clear that he isnât having any of that and tries to pry even further into your head. it takes all of five minutes of him asking the same question in seventeen different ways, before you crack and tell him the truth â a truth that comes with being unable to look him in the eyes and mortification when he giggles about it. once you find it in yourself to shoot a questioning look that mingles with the edges of hurt and embarrassment, you still find him smiling ( itâs soft, almost shy, but a smile nonetheless ). â i donât think theyâd like me kissing them like i kiss you. â his admission finally has you joining in with the gentle giggles and soft smiles, and something in your chest settles just right â your thoughts and worries donât permanently go away, but heâs sure to be even more affectionate with you from there on, even if itâs just holding your hand as tight as he can.
much like hoseok, taehyung tends to treat you the same as everybody else, if only just a tad more affectionate; it isnât a conscious decision, simply something that he just does and doesnât really seem to notice. but, despite what everyone says, he isnât an idiot â heâs quick to notice that something is up with you, but canât quite figure out what. heâd be pretty direct with asking you about it, but you donât know how to respond at first â you brush it off, act as if nothing is wrong, and he goes along with it. if you arenât going to tell him now, heâs sure youâll tell him eventually, he just has to be patient with you. thatâs the easy part â the knowing and still waiting is the hard part. eventually, though, you do come around to finally telling him, even if itâs in slow spurts that, if he were to be honest, didnât make much sense at first. even when youâre finally finished and have said your piece, he still has a hard time understanding how youâre feeling, but he does try, because thatâs all he can do. itâs not incredibly easy for him to empathize, but he knows these things are always more complicated than they seem, and itâs not something you can help; he says as much, and yet still apologizes, because what else can you do in a situation like this? things donât get rectified immediately, but heâs sure to show you even more affection than heâs already been showing you â always has a hand on you or an arm over your shoulders, constantly whispers into your ear so only you can hear, calls you every petname in the book, anything and everything that he can think of.
jungkook isnât the best at these things, but it doesnât take a rocket scientist to figure out that heâs done something wrong. what, though, he canât seem to figure out â youâre his first serious relationship, and thereâs already been bumps along the way, but youâve always been very patient with him. so, to have you acting so distant is more than worrying; to say he panics would be an understatement. and, after going to every single one of his hyungs for their input, he figures the only way heâs gonna find out is if he asks you directly. easier said than done, but my god does he try to get it out in one go â itâs damn near impossible, but his shaky â iâm sorry, â says enough. you, having known you were holding out on him all this time hoping heâd get the hint, feel even worse than you did before, because heâs looking at you with those big eyes and brows knitted so tight together that heâs sure to feel an ache between them, and you know itâs your fault. in your own shaky voice and between your nervous habits, you try to explain â â itâs just the things your fans say about you... â â and inbetween each word you realize how ridiculous youâve been acting ( itâs not something he can help, and you know each and every boy in the group gets sexualized to the point where youâre not even sure theyâre human anymore, but somehow it still bothers you ). itâs only after you apologize that he finally gets the nerve to speak up again, trying his best to explain exactly what you already know â he doesnât like it, either. despite this, and despite knowing that you, yourself, have realized just how stupid this all sounds, he still brings you in for a tight hug and whispers his apologies right in your ear. tells you heâd stop them if he could, that he only wants to hear those things from you, and that he loves you so, so much.
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