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Andrew Garfield for Audible UK
#I just keep giffing this video cause it has so much to offer#andrew garfield#my gifs#I love his thinking expressions and his slight smile and the sparkle in his eyes#look at him being the most gorgeous adorable being ever#and the curly waves in his hair get me every time#he looks very smoochable too#sir . . . .
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Itās me again š
Iāve been in the Hotd fandom since the show first aired but got really into it once adult Aemond showed up . Iāve dabbled in a bunch of what I call creator content, fics , imagines even editing videos ā¦ I just donāt seem to find my people or I have people and they talk for awhile but then ghost . I try not to stress cause I get it we have lives and that shit comes first but itās just idk sad when I try so hard and Iām lost in the crowd if you will. Iāve reached out to people via dm and I usually try to comment and give my opinion to get some interaction . Perhaps Iām making a bigger deal than I should . I would love to come off anon and dm but I just donāt wanna be judged and I say this even though I know people reading this will think pathetic . It is what it is
Hi š! Thank you for writing again! First, no negative self-talk on my blog. š It's not a rule exactly, but I don't support it. Maybe you follow me, that's irrelevant, but I doubt that the demographic of my followers will think anything about this is pathetic. Outside of them, if they think that, they can block me and then we don't have to worry about their opinions, do we?
Now that's out of the way, don't worry about coming off anon. You don't have to or you can decide later. I answered another ask and said this and it bears repeating:
Feelings are valid, but they are not always truth.
Maybe it is a big deal to you at this point in your life. It has been to me at other times (not on Tumblr because I was on a near-10 year break from it). I don't like to give advice because I'm not in your shoes. I can only offer an ear to listen and my honest opinions.
Keep creating!! Whether it's in a fandom setting or not. I only write what I want to write. I only make gifs of what I want (or need for a fic). Make things when you feel inspiration or even if you don't. Drop your imagines in here if you want. Especially (but not limited to) excitement you have during the second season! There is going to be so much lovely chaos during the second season. We are all going to have thoughts!
As for your experience on your blog, follow more people, reblog with comments/discourse (if it's kind and not hurtful). And try not to compare yourself to others. I know it's difficult when notes on a post feel so damn good, but they aren't always immediate. And be yourself. I don't mean any of this as advice - it's just how I behave on here. Try not to try, just be.
I am so glad you've been in the fandom since the start! I stared my HotD experience on AO3 because I had been on there for years. Then a conversation in the comments in October 2022 got me on Tumblr for the first time since 2013/14. I'm so glad it did! There has been drama (I took a hiatus from Jan 2023 until March 2024) but there has been more joy and fun than that for me. I do that on purpose.
As I've said before, there were about 9 million viewers for the season 1 finale. That's a lot of people. More than I can imagine. So, if I were to offer advice it would be this: this time around for me I have been looking at the tags I follow more often than I used to. I look at posts that are like-minded: kind posts, funny posts that don't make fun of any part of the fandom, and posts about niche characters/elements. Then I look at that blog further, check out older posts to see if they have my same values (or close), and if so, I give them a follow. People don't always follow back, that's okay. But I get to see their positivity or inclusivity and that enriches my experience. The Nettles community is one of the best out here and I am so glad I get to be a part of it. We don't always agree but it's so fun to find a part of another aspect of the fandom. I throw my net wide because there are so many of us.
Lastly, like I said in a recent answer: what do you do to make others feel heard? Do you comment on posts when people express that they are lonely in a fandom? Do you give them a hug emoji or a "hey, I see you" kind of reaction? I do these things when I see those posts because what we put out comes back to us. Treat others how you want to be treated. That's not to say you haven't been doing this but if you haven't, maybe think about why - are you shy, judgmental, unsure how it will be received, or other motivations to keep scrolling?
I want everyone to have a great time in this or any fandom. This fandom in particular needs more positivity and inclusivity. I didn't get the nickname auntie for nothing. š But it's never forced or fake. Come back to my inbox any time and as often as you like. We don't have to keep discussing this unless you want to! Is Aemond your favorite? Which episode do you dislike the most? Are you excited about something in particular for season 2? But there is no expectation or obligation.
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THANK YOU for this page! Is it wrong to ask for gifs that show this gorgeous manās bodyā¦? ;)
Is it wrong? You're asking the wrong person because I am an absolute dumpster of a human so I'll always say no. Can I actually provide you with much? Not really. š
I'm assuming you mean shirtless scenes or ones that feature skin, that's how I read it at least. I don't know if it's an intentional decision by him or just the way things have worked out lately, but he hasn't appeared shirtless in a long time. If it is indeed intentional, as a fellow human I completely understand and respect the decision. As a fangirl, I weep.
But I've got a few outdated crumbs to offer up. Like always, put under a read more for length.
Okay, now that the Tumblr-correct answer has been given, I'mma be real with people who bothered to keep reading 'cause I know y'all are thirsty like me too. š I would pay a ridiculous amount of money just to get ten current frames of him shirtless in HD. That soft, hairy belly? š¤¤ Sir, please. If this man doesn't stop hating on his own beer belly, IāI don't know what I'll do except complain about his complaining. š¤
Anyway. Most of these are quite old but I'll throw in a few that are just quick glimpses of belly/skin or even just some shots I think showcase certain attributes nicely even if there's no skin. There are more shirtless scenes if you go way, way back in his career but the quality of the video is so shit I simply refuse to gif it, I'm sorry. š
How tall do I gotta be to ride that ride? š¤
#thirst post#it's 3:30am these are objectifying hours#no one ask me why i'm awake at 3:30am#if ya can't be thirsty at 3:30am then when can ya be thirsty hmmm
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I posted 5,818 times in 2022
That's 824 more posts than 2021!
559 posts created (10%)
5,259 posts reblogged (90%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@max--phillips
@babydarkstar
@skeletoncowboys
@mandosmistress
@outercrasis
I tagged 4,325 of my posts in 2022
Only 26% of my posts had no tags
#not my art - 696 posts
#yet again more amazing art - 689 posts
#din djarin - 642 posts
#the mandalorian - 495 posts
#pedro pascal - 431 posts
#star wars - 383 posts
#not my edit - 371 posts
#not my writing - 369 posts
#the book of boba fett - 256 posts
#tbobf spoilers - 241 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#instead of describing body size talk about how the softness of their skin or their lover appreciating the shape of their body (nonspecific)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Just thinking about Din entertaining your weird thoughts as you go planet hopping.
*both of you just staring into the lava flats on Nevarro*
Have you ever wanted to dip your hands in lava?
Maybe once.
Is that why you wear gloves?
Weāre getting off topic.
*cruising in the Razor Crest*
Could we turn off the grav one night?
Why?
My back hurts and Iām curious.
*laying in the fields of Loth*
I want us to build a house right here so we can attract Loth cats and become the crazy cat couple.
Ok, but youāre responsible for the litter.
And finally *Din staring off into the skyās of Bespin and you have your arm around him*
Have you ever wanted to reach out and eat clouds?
Din, I was just thinking the same thing.
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#4
Iām watching videos of Din and Groguās debuts at Disneyland and hereās the best lines from Din Iāve heard so far. (Also a video example under the cut š„°)
1)
*someone wants to take a picture*
Din: Grogu, look at that *points at the camera*
Grogu: š
2)
Din: What do we say Grogu?
Grogu: eh!
Din: Good job :)
3)
*talking to a kid*
Din: Looks like you two (other being Grogu) would get along.
Din (to Grogu): Say goodbye to your friend.
Grogu: ehhhehehhhh (bye)
4)
Grogu: *making hesitant noises*
Din: Groguās a bit shy. He wants Boba.
(Boba the fun uncle confirmed canon)
5)
the best one BY FAR
*someone offers Grogu the ballā¢ļø*
Din: No thank you, but thatās very kind. He has plenty of toys in his ship.
DINāS GIVEN GROGU MORE TOYS I - šššššššššššš
Hereās a video of some vloggers that arenāt too Disney rotten that covered it. They time stamped the video so you donāt have to go looking for them š„°
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But Dinās so polite. And heās so soft spoken itās hard to hear him in the parks š„¹ (which I do hope they raise the volume on his voice a bit, but still the fact that Dinās the only time theyāve had that problem šš)
Again, props to the cast members (both performing and not) for dealing with the crowds. They donāt get paid enough for this
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#3
As much as I love fics about Din and reader sharing a space and bubbling up feelings for each other until it pops; tell me you wouldnāt start immediately heating up, twiddling your thumbs, rocking your foot, messing up your words, and smiling when youāre this close to him
Gif credit: @themandaloriandaily
250 notes - Posted November 12, 2022
#2
Just the fact that Din Djarin is a cuddler confirmed is enough to keep me going until the season release
373 notes - Posted September 11, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Hey so Iām watchin Mandalorian Season 2 again, and maybe Iāve got another theory as to why the Tusken Raiders gave Cobb Vanth the rancid melon (as opposed to Boba receiving a fresh melon in The Book of Boba Fett)
As Din is translating for Cobb, this is what he translates: āHe says your people steal their water and now you insult them by not drinking it.ā
What if these particular Tusken Raiders were so low on water resources due to the town of Mos Pelgo that they were forced to drink rancid melons to survive as a clan? And now Cobb, contributor to their drought, refuses to drink it as their guest.
Cause thatās messed up
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[A/N: Am I writing this at 4am? Yes, yes I am cause I am in the mood to feed these fluffy vox simps. ]
āHazbin Hotel is owned by Vizziepop or is also known as Vivienne Medranoā
TagList: @deppressed-bixch @moobies4life @thelilzofthevalley @voxsimp @velvtey
šāVox x GN!Readerāš
ā ļøTW!:None,just wholesome fluff headcanons with Vox. Aftercare is mentioned once or twice, A bit spicy but no smut.
Now let's start with why Vox loves you, As S/o he gets the mentality of both a possessive child over video games mixed with a Italian greyhound heart. So he looks at you with adoration and love while his screen makes heart bubbles around it.
He also gets flustered when he is in a meeting or with the other two V's and you come up to him with your kissable lips and your soft touches and you kiss his screen. He is absolutely whipped for you.
Aftercare is a IMPORTANT DETAIL if you are his s/o, he may not go big and grand but he cleans marks, runs a bathe, gets you food and water along with some comfy pj's and makes sure the bed is clean so that you two can sit and watch movies together.
He adores the fact you treat vark like your own kid. Spa days and extra treats while Vox deals with whatever fucked up internet shit he deals with.
Please do not mistake his sarcasm at you as mean, he does it cause he loves to prod and poke to see what to do and what not to do. If he goes to far he often makes sure you are comfortable and happy.
He HATES to make you cry, it breaks his 'I'm an asshole' facade and he turns into a huge puppy trying to gain your praise.
He often finds himself questioning what he did to get someone who is as angelic as you are, even if you had just committed arson or if you are cackling maniacally as you tear open your enemies. You can never do nothing wrong in his eyes.
Did I mention that he has a photo book? No? Okay well let me elaborate! He has a Polaroid that you decorated with stickers and paint for him as a anniversary gift/ holiday gift. He takes pictures and puts them into a collab for his social media and brags about your beauty/charm to other demons in hell or he has a physical book of photo graphs (some of him and you getting intimate) that he keeps for him and you.
Does not let valentino offer anything to you, he has dealt with the abuse and suffering that comes with valentino. He will not let you be dragged down that painful lava pit with him. That doesn't Mean he won't brag about you to his fellow overlords. Hell he will even gloat to alastor about how powerful and intelligent you are.
Imagine nights of intimacy with him, him using light pecks and vibrates to show his love and affection for you and your body. Regardless of gender or Sexuality. If you are asxeual or Ace then he does things not related to sex in anyway. He wants to make sure you are comfortable in his arms.
On Christmas and cold weather, he is making you hot cocoa while you,him and vark are huddled up on the couch by the fireplace watching a movie or TV show of sorts. His arm around your shoulders as he occasionally pecks and nuzzles your temple.
He doesn't swim, he will let his legs go in but not his head. He often gets a bit excited when he sees you in swimming bikini/one piece/ swim trunks. Makes him appreciate you that much more (not like he isn't like that on a basis). He gets butterflies if you compliment him or try to seduce him. Usually if you were a fling he wouldn't care, but you weren't a fling. You were his one and only, his goddess, his lover.
Loves to leave love notes and text to you when he has a meeting or has to leave early. Things like poems or riddles that mean the sweetest things or a text with a funny and unique gif attached.
Thank you everyone for 120 followers on tumblr! I did not think people would like My writing but I am so glad that everyone likes my headcanons and stories. ā¤ā¤ā
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*Cough* mistfits with a reader on their evil cycle
Of course GN reader in their evil cycle with the misfits (So sorry this took so long! School is beating my ass TmT) Agares Picero:
He's much too tired to even notice
well that's an over-exaggeration, he sees, and he offers naps on his cloud, but, if you refuse he kinda just shrugs and keeps on nappin'
To him, It's not his problem if the evil cycle you can't appreciate the loving comfort of his nap cloud
he is worried about what caused your evil cycle, but he can't help much
Allocer Schneider: (I couldn't find a good gif ;m;)
no matter how smart he is, no matter his grade, he is but a little autistic nerd
He's right on the money about why and how you're in your evil cycle, but, he can't help, because he just doesn't know how
he wants to help
but apparently stressed murderous demons don't like hearing about history in great detail.
Andro Jazz:
Despite a thief not seeming like the best to put in front of someone that is at a heightened risk of committing a crime, he's actually stopping you from following through on most of your impulsive actions
his big brother mode flicks on and he is able to just power his way through to you and get not commit horrid acts against the Geneva Conventions
Although sometimes... he joins in
Asmodeus Alice:
Sorry but he just genuinely doesn't give a fuck
you aren't Iruma.
You can never fill the homosexual-sized hole in Azz's heart like Iruma can
He only helps because Iruma is helping.
Caim Kamui:
He also genuinely doesn't give a fuck
Unless you got Triple D's and the feminity of a god, He doesn't care.
Crocell Kerori:
Unlike the last two, She actually cares!
most of the care being guilt, I mean, She's an Akudol (Demdol)! She was meant to help on the big screen! so she helps you out a small bit, taking off some workload. actively and effectively helping you out of your evil cycle a tiny bit quicker
Gaap Goemon:
He just genuinely doesn't notice
if he did, he would help, but he just doesn't.
he's oblivious
The baby Iruma!:
He is so kind and understanding, and he helps along with Crocell to lighten your workload
He brings you tea and shares his snacks with you
along with Crocell, he helps cut down on your evil cycle issues.
Ix Elizabetta:
Just like Gaap, she's also just oblivious
she only sees it when Crocell starts hanging out with her less to help you
but she just can't help like the others can
Sabnock Sabro:
Once he realizes you are in your evil cycle, he basically carries you around
He wants normal you back as soon as possible, he understands how annoying evil cycles can be.
and in his words "It is my duty as the future demon king to help all my subjects that are in need!"
Shax Lied:
He doesn't care.
He just wants to play video games, and as long as you don't get in the way of that, he doesn't care.
Valac Clara:
She helps because Iruma is helping
but
even though she doesn't mean it.
she makes your evil cycle worse.
Purson Soi: (My son<3)
He cares, but, he doesn't??
He cares because your evil cycle brings EVEN MORE attention to the Misfits which he hates
but, He just wants to do his own thing and helping you would cut into his personal time.
AGAIN SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TMT, school has a tendency of beating the shit out of me figuratively.
#welcome to demon school iruma kun#iruma kun#marimashita iruma kun#iruma#suzuki iruma#mairimashita! iruma kun#purson soi#clara valac#shax lead#shax lied#sabnock sabro#ix elizabetta#gaap goemon#crocell kerori#caim kamui#allocer schneider#agares picero#alice asmodeus#I bit of Iruazz#naberius kalego#he's only in one gif but he's an honorable mention#owo#uwu
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I have request for all the Obey Me bois: them trying a hoverboard for the first time? Who will end up crashing into a wall? (All of this is to impress the MC ofc)
THE BROS HOVERBOARD FOR THE FIRST TIME
Found the perfect gif as well lets go!!
This case takes place after the exchange program, once you are sent back home. You decided to invite the whole gang over for some fun, and of course they all came.
While catching up and exploring your house, Mammon finds a funny looking skateboard in your room's closet. Ignoring the reason behind him snooping around your room you explain that the funny board thingy is actually a hoverboard. It used to be popular some years ago but now you dont use it much anymore, that and you arent as skilled as you used to be.
Wanting to impress you Mammon insists on trying it out, this leads to the rest of the boys wanting to do the same thing as well, here is what happened:
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šLUCIFER
- after being forced convinced into testing the hoverboard out, and after seeing all his brothers fail to drive it correctly, he decided to give it a try
- just imagine your expression when he suceeds in doing what no one else has managed to do yet? His already big fat pride will become bigger and fatter!
- either way he wasnt ready for the strong nasty bump his head would make once he hits the floor, it was loud enough to make the others laugh out loud and to leave him there for a solid second
- offer the old man some ice cause he did actually hurt himself badly there :(
šMAMMON
- allow the great Mammon to not only reawaken your love for the hoverboard, but to win your love as well by mastering the board with his own legs
- he managed to balance himself at first, catching the others attention inmediately, but it wouldnt take much for him to bump against the wall behind him, falling in the process
- now he is trying to tell the others to not laugh and that youre responsible for him getting hurt, since you were the owner of the hoverboard, and that you needed to stick with him the remaining of the night so the pain goes away
- not even luke would act so childish
š§”LEVIATHAN
- he recognized the fail videos and memes the moment he saw the hoverboard, so when Mammon dared him to ride it since "he would do much better" due to the mocking, he panicked quickly
- like Mammon however, the idea of impressing you was enough to make him try it out. He ends up driving into one of your tables after getting onto it and tilting forward his body to drive it
- help him up, the embarrasment for him is big right now, specially cause Mammon keeps on yelling at him that it wasnt easy and the the older brother was right all along
- its after levi however when everyone starts to get hyped up to test the hoverboard out
šSATAN
- wanting to show everyone how its done, cause of course books tell you how to hoverboard and not practice, he got on after levi, yet again fueled by the idea that you would shower him in love and attention if he suceeded
- surprisingly he manages to stay on the board for 3 seconds longer than the previous 2 brothers, however he would also crash and burn with the living room's sofa that was behind him, he bumped into it and as a result he'd be pushed back and would fall on his back
- then again he really cant get that mad at himself for trying out, however he still cant help but do so by getting hurt because of it. At least he wont end up breaking the hoverboard, as someone else decides to try out for funsies and quickly takes it away from him
šASMODEUS
- seeing how everyone was getting hurt scared him away from testing it out, however Asmo too is another victim of wanting to impress you, and if he is careful he wont really get that hurt right?
- he should've known things wouldnt go well the moment he placed one leg onto the board, for it already started shaking alot
- holding onto the wall next to him for better balance, his legs flew upwards and his butt ended up hitting the floor
- now you owe two brothers physical comfort to solve the pain
ā¤BEELZEBUB
- he got on it after belphie did so, since he had promised the other twin that he'd get on it if the other one tried it out first
- food being food, beel got on it, having expierence with sports and such, he managed to break a new record in the household of who could stay on it longer. This is thanks to his constant work out that implies balance
- unfortunately he does lose balance and eventually ends up tripping out of the hoverboard, however not enough to get hurt like the rest
- Mammon should be thought a thing or two about betting food with beel
šBELPHEGOR
- he didnt really want to try it after seeing his brothers get hurt, not only that but it seemed so tiring...
- it was beel insisting that he'd get on it if belphie went first that he decided to do so, he barely lasted a second
- while he managed to not hit his head when he fell onto he floor, the laughing was enough to insist lucifer to go after beel did his round
š¤DIAVOLO
- diavolo got excited when everyone else started to mess around with the hoverboard, and so he grabbed it after Satan insisting he wanted to go next
- while Lucifer and Barbatos claimed he could easily get hurt like the others, the future king got even more excited when the rest started to insist he went next
- he got onto it and, while he got shaky at the start, he managed to stay onto the board for a good while, however he then started to go in circles...
- this led into him getting dizzy and driving onto a wall as well, however he didnt hurt himself hard enough to kill that happy spirit of his and he even told Barbatos to try it out as well
šBARBATOS
- the only reason the hoverboard is still in one piece is because diavolo insisted he tested it out
- he gets on it very easily and actually manages to drive it????? Ok show off, have fun crashing onto the table thenš
- he kind of already saw it comming, not much with his powers but because everyone else had crashed or got hurt until then
- its diavolo's cheering that ends up making him spare the deadly board
šSIMEON
- also got on it for fun, specially since everyone else is really started to dig into trying to drive the hoverboard
- another victim of the spinning, its enough to make him knee down and end up flying put of the hoverboard
- calms Luke down assuring the younger angel that he is alright even after hitting his entire upper body against the floor
š¤LUKE
- scared little baby, if you want the little guy to try it out then you're gonna have to,first, build up his confidence and, second, help him onto it
- in order to not fall off of the board he too knees down, this just lead to him going at full speed backwards towards a wall as well
- now he is trying again because he is a child and he really wants to try again until he suceeds
š¤SOLOMON
-solomon is the last one to test the hoverboard out, having lived throughout most of humanity's stupidity he has an idea of how it works
- uses magic to tame the hoverboard and suceeds in doing so... at first, his jacket/coat end up getting caught onto the wheels, and as a result he too falls onto the ground
- please give him a hand on removing his coat from the hoverboard cause it's stuck :/
#obey me#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me satan#obey mammon#obey me belphegor#obey me headcanons#obey me mc#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me solomon#obey me crack
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Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)
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Summary: Itās Life Day but Anakin is mad and heās got a dirty fucking mouth
WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but itās not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?
(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).
(Gif from @madeleineengland )
You had always loved Life Day, but this one in particular was going to be something special. Anakin scored time off from the war, and through the help of Padme, you got one of her lakeside Naboo houses all to yourselves for the holiday.Ā
You arrived before Anakin, as he was finishing up a meeting with the Jedi Council, and passed the time by making cookies. You were having a pretty good time at it tooā your hair was up, music blasting, candles lit, and half a glass of wine was slowly disappearing as you danced around the kitchen. Then you heard the door jiggle and open, and a gust of cold air from around the corner signaled that Anakin was here.Ā
Right away, you could tell he was mad. He walked through the door with a scowl, face drawn in irritation, yanking his robe off and shaking the snow out of his hair. He threw his robe up on the hanger and nudged the door shut with his elbow. He didnāt even take his boots off as he came into the kitchen, still in full uniform.
You considered asking him what the mood was for, but in all honesty, you were afraid of his reaction. Usually he either deflects or gets mad back, and you really donāt want to fight.Ā
But he was silent as he prowled around the kitchen, taking in your activities, and you wanted to know what was bothering him on Life Dayās Eve of all days. If you could make it better, youād try. So you softened your voice, and in your warmest, most innocent tone, you tried, āHi, Anakin, I miss you! Iām making cookies if you want to stay here and help. Or just sit and watch. I donāt mind.ā
You thought youād start off simple. Get him to relax a bit, and then dig into what the issue was. He stood by the doorway, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.
āYouāre not mad that Iām late?āĀ
He thought you were mad? You were too tipsy to be mad. Honestly, you hadnāt even been keeping track of the time.
āOf course not! You had a council meeting, thatās important. Iām just glad to have you now,ā you shot him your brightest grin. āBesides, we have all week to ourselves.ā
At that, his shoulders loosened and he smiled a little back at you. It disappeared quickly, but his affections were replaced with two strong arms winding around your waist, one warm and one metal. He huffed lightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you mix the icing in your bowl.
His demeanor was slightly better than you had previously perceived, so you decided to risk it.
ā...Did something happen?ā
āJust the same old,ā he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. Itās cold from the snowflakes still wetting his hair, and you shivered. āThe council doesnāt trust me, they still wonāt consider making me a master. Windu thinks I shouldnāt even be on the council.āĀ
You struggled to find words to this. You wanted to take his side, and tell him he deserved to have it all. At the same time, the council was full of old and wise members, and they knew what theyāre doing. But you hated how much it was bothering Anakin, hated how under all that anger there was hurt, and a fear that he wasnāt good enough. The council was making him doubt himself, and it you wouldnāt have that.
āItāll all come in due time, Iām sure of it,ā you tell him. āWhether they like it or not, youāre on the council for a reason. You belong there, and Iām sure if you give it a littlest more time theyāll come around to seeing how you deserve the title of master. Besides,ā you twist around in his arms enough to skim your lips across his jawbone, pressing a lingering kiss into his neck. āI can call you Master whenever youād like.āĀ Ā
This made Anakin freeze, and then begin to laugh. His low chuckles vibrated your body, and you couldnāt help but join in with him.
āI might have to take you up on that offer sometime.ā
Your stomach clenched at the insinuation, heat pulsing through your veins. That was one of your goals for the night, admittedlyā to be with Anakin. You had a little surprise for him as well, and you were just hoping he wouldnāt be too disgruntled or worked up to appreciate it. That being said... sometimes it was a good thing when he was frustrated.
Anakin sacrificed a hand to reach forward and dip into the bowl, scooping a dollop of blue icing out and placing it in his mouth. You heard him suck it off his finger, beating the dirty thoughts back with a stick.Ā
āIs it good?ā You ask to distract yourself.
āHere, try.āĀ
You turn, expecting him to offer you a finger with some icing on it but instead he kisses you. Immediately your mouth is flooded with the sugary blue that stains his lips. You open your mouth, tongue tasting his, and heās sweet. Your cheeks are burning bright as he kisses you, slow and deep and dirty, and itās such a 360 from the lighthearted atmosphere youāve created.
When you pulled back, youāre breathing hard, mouth tingling, licking your lips for the remnants of sweet icing. Anakin smiled down at you, eyes dark, and went back to resting his head on your neck, whispering in your ear in a low, rumbling voice. āFinish up. Thereās other plans I want to get to.āĀ
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Anakin ended up having to leave again as you were icing the cookies to take one last impromptu call from Obi-Wan, just some last minute tying-loose-ends before his short break. He also took the chance to get out of his Jedi clothes, trading the leather armor and robes for more comfortable sleep clothesā which included loose fitting pants that hung low on his hips, and that damned sleep robe he wears without a shirt.
He came back into the kitchen just as you were finishing up, and you almost choked when you saw him.
āArenāt you cold? Itās snowing pretty heavily out there and youāre not even wearing a shirt.āĀ
āIāve got a fire going in the master bedroom, it should warm the place up soon,ā he took some of your dirty dishes to the sink. āWhy, do you not like it?ā
āNo, Iāā you stutter. Itās just the opposite. Heās beautiful beyond words. āI just didnāt want you to be cold.ā
āIām alright,ā he smiled at you teasingly, reaching around you to grab the last of the dishes.Ā
Once theyāre in the sink, he found you climbing up onto the counter, putting the spices away that were, of course, in the highest cabinet out of reach. You stretched up to reach it, unashamedly putting on a little show for Anakin as you exaggerate the curve of your backside.Ā
The action caused the holiday shorts youāre wearing to ride up, exposing the fleshy underside of your behind. You turned around to find him watching you, not even trying to hide it. He leaned back on the counter, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes thoughtful as he took in the sight.
āHelp me down?ā You asked him, and he immediately pushes himself off the counter to fit his hands around your waist, lowering you safely to the ground. He held onto you a little too tight for it to be innocent, and you could feel him gravitating toward you, leaning in to start something you wouldnāt be able to stop. You pull awayā you're not done with him, in fact your teasing has just begun.
Anakin huffed quietly to himself as you moved around him to start the warm water, soaking the dishes in it so the batter wonāt stick overnight. You purposefully shot some water onto your shirt so that you had to gather a wad of paper towels in your hand and dab at your chest, pulling your shirt down so you could get at the wet spots. Anakin rolled his eyes as you grumbled about how clumsy you were, but you could see he was discreetly trying to look.
His resolve was already thin when he walked through the door. He hadnāt been able to have you in far too long, and he was planning on doing something about that tonight. He wasnāt sure what page you were on, thoughā¦. You seemed pretty content with baking cookies and then watching movies all night like you had mentioned in the days leading up, so your little teasing games were doing nothing to quell his curious anticipation.
You didnāt even have to try to get him all worked up. The spice cabinet, the wet shirt, those werenāt needed. It was like you didnāt even realize the effect you had on himā every little move you made around the kitchen, every little sigh or gasp or giggle, even the way you bent down to take the damn cookies out of the oven had him yearning for you.Ā
The last straw was when you needed a rag to clean the countertop, so you reached across his lap where he was sitting to grab it. You placed a not-so-innocent hand on his thigh to steady yourself, brushing against his chest as you did so. He was immediately enveloped in your smell, and the feel of your soft hair against his chest, your hand on his thighā he needed to have you, now.Ā
āY/n, forget the cookies,ā he demanded.
āOh?ā
āLetās go upstairs.ā
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Your tongues clashed, teeth nipping, breaths gasping for air as you struggled to get closer to one another. All of Anakinās anger and frustration was pouring out him in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. You were combatting it with your own dirty, lustful responses. It was one of your favorite things to feel so needed by him, even if he was projecting his emotions from the day onto you. You were his outlet, the only thing that could help him, and you would gladly take these punishing kisses for as long as he needed.
The hand that wasnāt threaded through your hair exploded the rest of your body, fitting into each and every curve, squeezing at certain places and pulling you closer, adjusting you on his lap. He slipped his fingers beneath the neckline of your shirt, pulling it to the side so he could suck at the pulse in your neck, when he caught a flash of red.
His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he traced the lacey garment. Suddenly his hands were gone, and he was leaning back away from you. āShow it to me.ā
Ā So you stood before him and undressed, feeling small under his steady gaze. It was loaded with heat, and you could practically read his mind as each new strip of skin and the lacy red underwear you had worn specially for this occasion was revealed. He was planning everything he wanted to do to you, drinking you in, and storing away the sight into his memory for later times, when heās on the battlefield and itās been months and he misses you. But for now though, his present was waiting for him.
The look of him illuminated by the firelight, eyes scorching as he studied every inch of you had you squirming under his gaze. He leaned back in the loveseat, arrogant posture annoyingly sexy with the way his broad shoulders filled out the chair, long legs spreading before him.Ā
You needed to touch him. He wasnāt saying anything, or doing anything, so you approached him and settled yourself back on his lap, meaning to restart where you had left off. You trailed your hand down the smooth, hard planes of his body, feeling the ridges of his abs, the soft skin smooth and warm. He kept his arms slung lazily over the armrests, refraining from touching you, but you could feel the steady pulse of his eyes as he watched your every move.Ā
Those deep, calculating eyes. They made you nervous, but youād be lying if you said the intimidation didnāt turn you on.Ā
He let you tangle one of your hands in his hair, feeling the soft curls glide between your fingers as you looked over him. But just as your palm slid near the band of his pants, he caught your wrist in his metal hand and stopped you.
āGet on the bed,ā he flicked his eyes behind you, a cocky, mischievous glint in them. He knew youāll do anything he said, with that voice.Ā
Hesitantly, you stood from his lap and made your way over to the bed. Your skin was raised with goosebumps, as you knew he was studying your every move. You sat on the plush mattress of the bed, crossing your legs over the knee, and looked at him. He was blanketed in shadows, but stared right back.Ā
āSpread your legs.āĀ
Your face immediately heated up in flames. He had always been the one to do that to you, with his hands, and pressed right up close to you. Somehow, having him sit across from you on the armchair and watching you from a distance was even more intimate.
He was waiting, though, so you did as he said. You already felt exposed under his greedy gaze, mesmerized by his beauty and the way the flames flickered off the sharp line of his jaw, the peak of his cheekbone. This dark angel was toying with you, teasing you, and you just wanted him to come over here and touch you. But he remained in that seat, head cocked as he looked you up and down.
āEyes on me,ā he demanded softly, cruelly. You had downcast your eyes, afraid to look at him without losing your confidence. The low tone of his voice left no room for debate, so you did as he said.Ā
Your stomach churned, heart fluttering as he leveled his gaze at you. He was studying every inch of your lewd pose, smug with himself. He wasnāt even even near you, but he had all the control, and he knew it.Ā
āNow let me see that pretty pussy.āĀ
Your breathing stopped. His voice is quiet, yet commanding all the same, and you forgot how dirty his mouth could be. It shocked you more than anything, which is why you hesitated.
āWhat, are you getting shy on me? Thatās not what it seemed like in the kitchen,ā he mused. āYou wanted me to see you. Now, let me see you.āĀ
The words rang out in the air, causing heat to build up in your core and leak out onto your underwear. Swallowing your slight embarrassment, you hooked your finger around the front of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing yourself to him.Ā
Anakinās gaze darkened, and he sat up. He rested his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth in his hands as he appreciated the view. You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to tell you what to do next as you felt cold air hit your glistening folds.
āLook at you,ā he purred. āAlready soaking wet, and I havenāt even touched you.āĀ
You shrank away from his eyes, not having anything to say to defend yourself. The fire crackled but you shivered, his shadow looming over you, and you just wanted his warmth pressed against you, his hands on you, pulling that pleasure from the depths of your body. He knew how to do it just right, and youād never been able to make yourself feel as good as he does. And now heās right here, but heās holding himself away from you. Shifting your hips in desperation, you whined and pulled at your panties, rubbing some friction against your throbbing clit.
āStop. Donāt touch yourself,ā Anakin ordered. His eyes were still lidded, voice sharp. You let go of your panties and dropped your hands to the side, holding yourself up on your elbows. Your legs were still splayed open, the sight of your panties soaking through put on display before Anakin.
āPlease, Anakin,ā you shifted your hips again, hoping it would provide some relief but finding none. āI need you.ā
Anakin tsked at this but stood to his full, domineering height. You craned your neck to watch him as he stood over you, capturing your chin between his metal fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye, the other fitting itself on the soft flesh of your thigh. You keened into the soft touch, nerves lighting off like fireworks.Ā
āYou need me?ā He taunted, blue eyes digging into yours. āOr does your greedy little cunt need me?āĀ
You gasped at his words. Never had he called you something degrading before, like greedy. Youāre pretty sure youāve never heard the word ācuntā leave his mouth before either, but it spilled from his lips like red wine, smooth and dark. Anakin had always been so soft with you, so loving, and his statement shocked you.Ā
āHm?ā He goaded. āAnswer me, sweetheart.ā
He shifted his hands up your thigh, sneaking over your pelvis and landing on your mound. He let his thumb graze over your clit, unmoving.
Sparks erupted behind your eyes, and you leaned into his touch. An invisible force held your hips to the bed, stopping you from chasing your own pleasure as he continued with his words.
āDo you want me to fuck you open slowly on my cock? You want me to fill your tight little pussy until you canāt take anymore?āĀ
The weight of his thumb on your clit was distracting. It throbbed under his touch with every measured, vulgar word, and his mouth twitched as he felt it. āI think I just got my answer.āĀ
At this, he got on his knees before you. He lowered his mouth to trace his lips against the inside of your thighs, and you squirmed between the tickling sensation and the need to have his mouth on you. He gripped your hips in his strong hold, hard, mumbling into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. āYou canāt seem to sit still today....ā he sucked a bruising kiss into your thigh, and when you roll your hips into the feeling, he looked at you sharply.
āBehave.ā
You flinched at his tone. It was deep, threatening, and pulsing with irritation. Was he angry at you? Your eyes stung, shrinking away from his narrowed gaze again, wandering if you did something to make him unhappy with you.
He lowered his head back to your thighs, purposefully skipping over the part that was throbbing for him, dripping for him. You held your breath, desperately trying to hold yourself back from moving or even making a sound, too afraid that you would anger him further. But his thumb pressed a little harder into your clit, and you fell back against the mattress, whimpering frustratedly.Ā
To your relief, he didnāt get mad at you. Instead he hooked his finger around your underwear, similar to how you did earlier so he could gage your response to his actions. The low hum he let out was pleased. āSuch a pretty little pussy... dripping wet... is that all for me?āĀ
He was still toying with you, still teasing, and at this point it was getting painful. You would do anything to have his fingers on you, mouth on you, anything in you. So you nodded, and you told him it was all for him, everything was for him. He licked a single line up your slit, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing you. The sensation sent fully body shivers across your skin, and you melted into the bed, ready to lose yourself in the pleasure. He covered you again with the now drenched material.
Did you say something wrong?
āShow me how much you want me then.āĀ
You were shaking as he released his hold on you, head fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion. What game was he playing?
You swallow your nerves and stand from the bed, feeling so small even as you stood over him. He was kneeling, looking up at you under dark lids, daring you to do something. He was giving you some control, so you decided youād try to get your sweet Ani back, to soften the energy in the room so he could be happy and playful like he usually was.
He sized you up quizzically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand curling into his hair like before. You tilted his head up so you could lean down and plant a gentle kiss to his forehead, hugging his face into your chest.Ā
Your body shook as he laughed, dark and mocking underneath you. You pulled back to look at him. āAnakin?ā
āIf you want me to fuck you, sweetheart, youāre going to have to try harder than that.āĀ
Thatās it.Ā
You just wanted to get fucked, and he just wanted to tease you. If he wanted you to come to him, then fine. So be it.Ā
Anger bloomed from the pit of your stomach and you pushed at his chest to get him onto the bed. He did so, at his own leisurely pace, pissing you off further with the smug smirk still on his face. You kissed it off of him, biting his lip in punishment and yanking his hair a little too hard in your fist. He groaned like he liked it, so release him and trail you kisses downward, biting and marking up his body until you get to his pants. You pulled back the waistband and revealed him to you, taking him in your grasp. Any normal man would be frightened of an angry girl with his dick in her hands, so you looked up at him, trying to see if he had been humbled by your anger yet. He was staring back at you, unimpressed.
You waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking hard, maybe a little too hard. He sighed and leaned back, enjoying it far too much. You tried to convey your annoyance with the punishing pace you set on his cock, sliding up and down with yourĀ mouth and hand. You grasped onto his thigh for stability, feeling the remnants of your saliva drip onto it as you gave him the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob youāve ever done. Halfway through, when you realize youāve gotten little to no reaction, you peer up and see that heās on his datapad.Ā
You pumped him up and down in your fist, gathering your breath as you studied him. Does it not feel good? Are you not doing a good enough job? Heās hard, so you must be doing something right. But it was like he didnāt even notice what you were doing anymore, or if he did, he didnāt care. You paused with your hand on the base of his cock, squeezing.
āWhyād you stop?ā Anakin didntāt even look up from his datapad.Ā
āAmā¦ am I doing good?ā
āOf course you are,ā Anakin finally shifted his eyes to you, bringing a hand down to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb. āNow finish the job.ā
With this, he removed his hand and his gaze, going back to the data pad. Fueled by anger again, and a determination to make him react, you took him into your mouth harder, faster, sloppier, wetter. He didnāt even twitch, didnāt even moan or bury his hands in your hair or tell you how good it felt like he normally does.
You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked extra hard, tongue probing into the skin there and swirling in a circle, over and over. There. He gave an appreciative hum. You thought youāve finally got him where you wanted when he says,Ā
āThat the best you can do?ā
You whined around him frustratedly, just wanting him to feel something, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel that way because of you. But he was bored, you could tell by the way he didnāt even spare you a second glance as you took him all the way into the back of your throat, holding him there for longer than you ever have. You were trying your best for him, and usually heād be writhing and moaning beneath you, but now...
He laughed, pulling you off of him with both hands to halt your frenzied movements.Ā
āAnakin,ā your eyes shone with confused tears.Ā
āShhh, baby, none of that,ā his voice was sweet again, and he stroked the skin of your cheek as he brought your face to his for a gentle kiss. āCome, sit on my lap.ā
You were giving up on trying to figure him out. One minute he was so sweet, the next he was uncharacteristically callous. Your eyes burned in embarrassment, feeling like youāve failed him as you crawled onto his lap. He positioned you on his thighs, keeping yours spread with his. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, locking you to his hard chest as the other snuck down your body, touching you over your panties.
āIs this what you wanted?ā goosebumps erupted all over your body as you felt his lips ghost over your ear. āYou wanted me to make you feel good?ā
He rubbed gentle circles into your clit with his fingers, allowing you to shift your hips in time with it. For a moment, you forgot about your problems and lost yourself in the way he was rubbing you. You moaned as he played with your clit, more slick gushing out and further drenching your panties.Ā
āEven though you couldnāt make me feel good?ā
Your breath caught in your throat, embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. You were ashamed, accepting this pleasure from him when you gave him nothing in return.
āI can try again,ā you offered, hips halting. You didnāt want anything else from him until you could give it back, but he slipped his hands beneath your underwear and touched you directly, rubbing you at a fast pace. Your head fell back against his shoulders, legs opening wider on their own accord as your orgasm built up in time with his hand. You couldnāt help but accept the pleasure, forced to feel it as he held you in his iron grasp.
āAnakin.. Anakin please,ā you begged. āLet me make you feel good, too.ā
āBaby, you already tried,ā he nippd at your ear, voice cruel.Ā
āI can try harder, Aniā please!ā Your voice came out in a shout as your orgasm approached. Before you could finish, he stopped rubbing and kept his fingers on your clit, pressing down, feeling you throb beneath him.Ā
You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs. Your panties were uncomfortably wet, but your arms were trapped under his and you couldnāt reach down to remove them. He seemed to read your mind.
āLetās get these off you now, hm? Youāre soaking through them, I can feel it on my leg.āĀ
Of course, he ignores your pleas and shifted the focus to drag your panties down your leg. He was rightā youāve made a mess of his leg, but now that youāre sitting directly on him, itās even worse. He parted your folds with his hand, middle finger dragging up and down your slit, collecting the glistening fluid. A little hint of satisfaction soothed your worries as you felt his cock twitch beneath you at the sight.Ā
āYou always knew how to take my fingers so well,ā he whispered in your ear, pushing his finger into you as he does so. You accepted him readily, walls fluttering around his finger as it relieved some of the ache. You wanted to come, but you couldnātā not without feeling guilty, for neglecting his needs. How could you be so selfish and take all the pleasure for yourself?
āAnakin,ā you whined again, trying to get his attention. You purposefully shifted your hips in a way that would rub against him, but only succeeded in pushing his finger deeper into you. āAnakin please, let meā¦ speakā¦ hmngā¦ I canāt focusā¦ā
āSpeak,ā he kissed your neck, pushing another finger into you despite your warnings. āIām listening.ā
āI want to make you feel good,ā you moaned. His fingers stroked into you slow, deep, and perfect. You gushed around his digits, the sound of it absolutely sinful. He kissed the back of your neck as his thumb began to rub your clit again, gently because he knew how close you were to cumming. āAnakin, please.ā
āI know, baby.ā
No, he didnāt. He wasnāt getting it. Your hands dug into his thighs, wanting him to stop, wanting him to continueā
āI love you. Please, let meāā
āEnough.ā
You gasped, bones turning to putty in his hands. He kept sliding his fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit, but you were so ashamed. He just yelled at you, heās never done that before. And now you didnāt know how to act, how to feel.Ā
āAw, baby, did I scare you?ā He taunted, curling his fingers into you. āDid I hurt your feelings?ā
The sting of his words brought tears to your eyes, but it was battled by your pleasured haze, vision spotting and feeling honing down to the push and pull of his fingers. There were too many emotions swirling inside you that you didnāt know what to say anymore. All you knew was that you were close to cumming again, you have been for a while, but you werenāt sure if you should accept it.
Your walls pulsed around him and he pulled his touch away, denying you of the orgasm as he spread the slick down your thigh. He reached for his dick, gliding it up and down your folds, covering it in your arousal. He was hot and wet and stiff against you, and you bore down, wanting him inside you. For once, he gave you what you wanted, and you both moaned as he began to sink into you.
The stretch was immediate, and you cried out as you took him inch by inch. He was so thick and the angle was so deep that he had to lift you up and bring you back down multiple times, opening you up gradually until he was fully buried inside you.
āLook at you, taking my cock so well,ā he praised, kissing up your neck, along your cheek. He twisted a hand into your hair, tugging it back so he could suck at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your walls clenched around him at the pleasurable sensation, punching an unexpected moan from him.
āFuck me,ā he hissed, sounding like your Ani again for just a moment.Ā
Your chest swelled with pride. Finally, you were making him feel good. You clenched around him again, shifting your hips, searching for another reaction.
āY/n, shitāā
āI know what your problem is,ā you chanced, realizing you had the upper hand for now. āYouāre stillā fuckā youāre still mad about the Council.ā
Anakin glared, thrusting into you harder.Ā
āThatās why youāreā hnngā thatās why youāre hate-fucking me.ā
āIām not hate-fucking you.ā
āThis certainly isnāt love-fucking.ā
āWould you just shut up and take my cock already?ā
He plunged into you hard and deep, stretching you open so good that you momentarily lost your train of thought. Did he just yell at you again?
āThis isnātā this isnāt fair,ā you moaned, loving the feel of his length scraping against your walls . āYou donāt get to boss me around like this.ā
āOh yeah?ā He raised his eyebrows at you, fist tightening into your hair so that you couldnāt look away. āThatās not what it seemed like a few moments ago.ā
āI just wanted to make you feel good,ā you slammed down onto his cock, anger winning out against everything else. You had one goal in mind nowā if you could make him cum before you, it would even out the playing field.
He caught on to what you were planning immediately, flipping you over so he was fully in control. He grasped your hips, lifting them off the bed so he could drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that had you arching off the bed and calling his name in a moment of weakness. Your pleasure heightened as he rolled his pelvis against yours, your clit rubbing against him.Ā
āFuck you,ā you moaned, clawing at the bedsheets.
āCurrently doing that,ā he gasped.
Oh, he was so going to get it.
You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him down to your level. He was stronger than you and could have resisted, but he gave in, thinking you were about to cum and just needed him close. He wasnāt entirely wrongā with each roll of his hips, his length probed deep inside you, causing your vision to white out. You could barely keep track of your thoughts as you squirmed beneath him. He held you down, completely negating your ability to try and flip him over.Ā
What had you been thinking? You had just been trying to get the high ground, but now you were so closeā so closeā to cumming. Think of something gross. Wet socks? Burnt cookies? Jar-Jar?Ā
Nothing seemed to be working. Soon, you didnāt want it to work. You cried out with each thrust of his hips, eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure. Your pussy drooled around his cock, slick making a mess of both of your thighs. The slide of him was so hot, so wet, so goodāĀ
āStop!āĀ
You couldnāt think of any other way. Anakin immediately stopped his thrusts, pulling back to study your face in a panic.
āWhat? What happened? Are you okay?ā
You bit your lip hard, heart pounding and walls pulsing around his cock from your denied orgasm. You squeezed your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to dissipate from your stomach before you pushed yourself to a sitting position.Ā
He gave you room to do so, the worry still clear in his eyes.Ā
āIām completely fine,ā you kissed his cheek, laughing deviously. āI just wanted to be on top.ā
Anakin frowned at you, but switched positions anyway. āThatās not funny. I thought I hurt you.āĀ
āSo you do care.ā
āOf course I care,ā he grabbed the finger that you had been jabbing into his chest, kissing your palm before wrapping it around his neck. āThe last thing I want to do is hurt you.ā
āYou yelled at me,ā you lifted yourself off his lap slowly, relishing in the drag of his of cock inside you. You sunk down again, shivering at the sensation.
āI didnāt know you were that sensitive.āĀ
āWellā¦ when itās youā¦ā you moaned suddenly, his dick pulsing into you at a delicious angle. āI just donāt like when youāre mad at me.ā
āThen you should behave better next time,ā he nipped the words into your collarbone, almost purring again.
āSee, thatās not fairāā
āDo you need me to fuck some sense into you?ā His gaze was firm, completely serious. Your knees weakened around his waist at the tone, wandering why you found that so damn attractive. He tilted his head at you when you didnāt answer. āIs that a yes?āĀ
āAnakināā your cries took you by surprise as he slid his hands down to your ass, clutching your flesh in each hand and spreading you open so he could fuck up into you, hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, body bouncing as he bore into your aching hole.Ā
There was no way you were going to last now, not with the way he was making you feel. You had held your orgasm back for so long, and while it would have been nice to make Anakin cum before you, to give him a taste of his own medicine, you were completely at his mercy.Ā
āCum for me, and then weāll talk,ā he appeased, voice dark. Why was that hot? Warmth blossomed in your stomach and you listened to his ragged breathing in your ear, body tingling, pussy tightening around him. He turned your face to him with a hand in your hair, holding you close as filthy words spilled from his mouth.
āTake my cock, baby. Thatās it, fuck me, come on,ā he chanted against your lips. Always so demanding. You couldnāt hold back your moans as he plunged into you over and over, right into that one spot, the heat in your belly expanding until it took over each of your senses. He fucked you at a rapid pace, hips slamming into yours, fingers bruising your ass. Your walls quivered around him, the ball in your stomach snapping. Suddenly, you were coming all over him, pussy throbbing as he massaged his dick into you in wave-like motions, working you through it.Ā
āDoes that feel good?ā He teased, lips tracing softly over your cheek, soothing hands rubbing your shaking thighs. He was being sweet againā another 360 change in demeanor.Ā
You responded with broken whimpers, muscles twitching as you rode out your high. When he finally stopped, you sucked in a deep breath, shivering from the aftershocks.
āMmm, I fucked you good, didnāt I?ā He planted soft kisses under your ear, down your neck, and over your shoulder. Now he was back to taunting you, his words cruel, but voice so sweet. āYour sweet little pussy just came all over my cock. So pretty. You wanted it so bad, didnāt you? Even though you donāt want to admit it?ā
He was like a snake-charmer, hypnotizing you with every slow, filthy word. You knew what he was doing, but at the same time, you couldnāt stop your bodyās reaction to it. Every syllable had you melting into his lap, his hands rubbing the flesh of your hips softly.Ā
āAre you blushing again?ā He dragged his cock out of you, and you whimpered at the sensation of it against your overstimulated walls. āDonāt tell me youāre shy, now. Not after what we just did.āĀ
āIām not shyāā Force, you couldnāt focus when he looked at you like that, when he purred in your ear like that.Ā
āNo?ā He pushed back into you. āThen look at me when Iām speaking to you.ā
You lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyelashes sticking together with moisture. His full lips pulled into a smirk, dewy skin glowing in the firelight.Ā
āDoes this pretty little pussy want to cum on my cock again?ā He pulled your hips flush against his, so deep, so thick inside of you. You mewled, blood heating up in your veins.
āPlease,ā you gave in, allowing him to massage his cock into your walls.Ā
āPlease, what?ā
You would get him back for this later. For now, the hot slide of his cock inside of you was too good, too overwhelming.Ā
āPlease, make me cum,ā you didnāt think your cheeks could get any redder, his eyes probing into yours as you said this. Never in a million years did he ever expect his shy little baby to say something so filthy. He immediately smirked, pressing a pleased kiss to your lips.
āGood girl.ā
Your skin broke out into a hot sweat, hole pulsing around him as he began to rock back into you. His strokes were slower, deeper, pulling ecstasy from the depth of your bones. He kneaded your flesh between his fingers as he rolled his hips into you. You fell forward, moans being dragged out of your sore throat, watching his cock dissapear inside of you.
His thighs glistened with your juices, the sound of him sinking into your leaking hole humiliatingly sinful. He noticed you watching and brought a hand down, toying with your clit. He moaned into your ear as he did so, the drag of his cock becoming difficult as you squeezed around him.Ā
This time, your orgasm washed over you like a warm blanket, causing you to arch your body into his. You trembled as the waves of pleasure sapped you of energy, rocking your hips in time with Anakin as he spilled his warmth inside of you. The sounds of him cumming sparked a flame in your heartā you wished he had indulged you in his pleasure earlier. Now, all it left you with was a desire to hear him lose it over and over again, and you realized you had your plans all set for the rest of the night.
Anakin stroked his hand up and down your back, lips attaching to your neck as you came down from your highs. He positioned the two of you so that you were laying down, you on his chest, completely limp apart from the occasional post-orgasm shivers. He gave you time to recover before pulling out of you, kissing your quiet whimpers away as he tugged his length out of your aching hole.Ā
āI win,ā he mumbled against your lips.
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Standing next to me
Miles Kane x reader
Not my gif, credits to the maker!
Summary: Being on tour with the one and only crispy king gives you more than you ever couldāve hoped for
Warnings: night terror, slight panic attack, hyperventilation, fluff
Words: 3K
A/N: More fics to come but ya homegirl has got the rona so we'll see how it goes cause i really do feel like shitš„²
Standing next to me
Being on tour was the best thing that happened to you in a while. You were the camera woman for Miles this tour. Before Miles reached out, you were in a very dark spot in your life and when Miles gave you the offer you took it immediately.
You were a huge fan of him. Not only him but also The Last Shadow Puppets. You had two shows behind you right now and were on your way to the third in the bus where you all stayed in. You sat down on the small table, editing the videos so Miles could post it. You even discussed with Miles to make some merch for him since you were a multimedia designer.
The first time you met Miles you were absolutely starstruck and fangirling to the roof but tried to act normal. Miles had an aura around him that calmed you down very quickly. You couldnāt even begin to tell how much of an angel Miles was. It didnāt help with your on going crush on him. Every time you talked, danced, saw him your crush grew.
You were tapping your foot to some drum and bass music, blasting through your headset while you were editing some pictures you took. You were taken out of concentration when Miles walked in. āYa should get some sleep luv. We have a big day tomorrow and ya have all the time babe.ā He told you while sitting, closely, next to you. Your arms touched each other and your heart started to beat faster.
āYou like this or you want something else to it?ā you asked him once you were done. He couldnāt wipe away the smile, plastered on his face. āI luv it babe. Keep it like this.ā You smiled shyly and downloaded the picture so you could send it to him.
ā I know, Iām just finishing this up and then Iām done.ā You tried to sound calm. Miles looked at your laptop and smiled āI really like tha. Ya very talented luv!ā you felt your cheeks heat up. āThank you, Iām glad you like it.ā He looked at you for a minute and placed his arm behind you to rest. Miles is a very affectionate person to anyone and that also meant you. āNah, Iām serious. Iāve met a lot of designers and stuff but you have some kind of style to ya art that I really like.ā You felt flustered and tensed up, knowing he wonāt move and watched you work more on the picture. He stood up all of a sudden and put the water on for tea. He turned around and leaned against the counter until the tea was done. You felt yourself grow nervous and Miles apparantly noticed so looked away and went through the different sort of tea.
When the tea was done, he poured one for you too. "Ere luv, some chammomile tea." You smiled in appreciation "Thank you Mi." You told him and looked back at your computer as did Miles.
āYouāre right, I should go to bed.ā you told him, not knowing how to behave right now, feeling so flustered and overwhelmed. You still couldnāt believe that this was actually happening right now and it made your adrenaline go up. Miles nodded and stood up, reaching out his slender hand for you to take which you did. He gave you a big smile when you placed your hand in his. You quickly got freshened up in the small bathroom and made your way to your bed.
Your bed was besides Miles. It was like a bunkbed and then thereās a path in the middle obviously and on the other side more bunkbeds where Miles was placed, next to you. Miles looked at you with a loving smile and you saw he was watching some British tv show and eating some Haribo candy. āGoodnight Miles.ā You whispered with a returning smile. āGoodnight babe.ā You smiled and closed the curtain. You turned around and placed your earbuds in so you could watch some YouTube videos.
Apparently you were so tired that you couldnāt even type in what video you wanted to watch. You did know that you had a very bad nightmare. It was nothing new to you but this one was different. You woke up from Miles. āLuv, wake up babe. Ya having a bad dream..ā Miles shook you a little and you shoot up out of breath and apparently hyperventilating from it. It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. āLuv, try to beath normal. Breath with me, ya?ā he asked you gentle as he sat on the edge of your bed. You sat up a little and took a deep breath through your nose and out of your mouth, mimicking Miles.
āThere ya go luv. Yaāre okay now. Just keep breathing with meh.ā You nodded while you placed your hand on your heart and stomach. You felt your heart slowing down finally and decided to speak. āIām sorry that I woke you, Mi.ā he gave you a sympathetic smile. āDonāt worry luv. Iām just glad that yaāre okay.ā You let out a breathy laugh and nodded. āThank you for waking me up.ā He went with his hand over your hair.
āI got ya babe. Donāt worry about it.ā You nodded and looked a little around, back to your hands eventually. āYa want me to stay with ya?ā he asked you, picking up on your nervousness. āYou donāt have to Mi. You have a big show tomorrow and you need some sleep as well.ā you tried to argue. āDonāt worry luv. I can handle it.ā he told you reassuring. āOkay then.ā You told him and scooted over so he could lay down next to you.
He put the tv on in your bed (everyone had one in their bunkbed.) and crawled in next to you. He placed his arm behind you and pulled you towards him so your head could rest on his chest. He turned the volume down of the tv and got more comfortable. He placed his other hand around your body and with his hand that laid behind you, he went over your hair for some comfort. āTry tha get some sleep luv. Iāll be here when ya wake up or Iāll wake ya up if ya have another nightmare.ā He whispered to you. āThank you Mi.ā You told him, feeling tired again but mostly safe.
You rested your hand on his chest and clutched your fist into his shirt, holding him close. His slender fingers started to massage your scalp and you focused on his touch, relaxing your entire body. It didnāt take you long to fall asleep again and it was one of the most peaceful nights of sleep that you ever had since you could remember.
~time skip~
You woke up, still in Milesās arms. He had turned to his side, towards you but was still holding you close. Your head was tucked underneath his stubbled chin and against his chest. His cologne hitting your nose. It had something with orange in it and it felt like you were in the safest place on earth right now. You snuggled your face more against his chest and closed your eyes again only to feel Miles stir in his sleep.
His arms around you, tightening and his hand found the back of your head again to keep you softly in place and letting out a loud sigh. His face now snuggling against you too, hinting that he was just as comfortable and relaxed as you.
You didnāt remember a lot of it since you fell back asleep again until a loud thump was heard. You both jumped awake and looked back to see one of the guys getting out of bed clumsy. Miles still had his arms around you but more protective now. You both chuckled when you processed what woke you up. Miles turned back to you with a warm loving smile. āGood morning luv. Did ya sleep better?ā Miles asked you while he snuggled his face back into the pillow and his arms, once again, tightening around you.
āYeah, I actually think I had the best night of sleep since I could remember, so thank you for that.ā He smiled. āI actually did too ya know. I donāt mind sleeping here for the rest of the tour.ā He told you. But the tone in his voice told you that he wasnāt joking. āDo you mean that?ā you asked him softly, his smile never leaving his face. āYea I do. I avenāt slept this good in a while as well so I definitely donāt mind, ya knowā You felt yourself grow flustered again.
āIn that caseā¦ I really like you here.ā You told him shyly. His smile grew bigger and tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest for a hug and placed a couple of kisses on your head. āI donāt wanna get up. Iām fine right here.ā He told you. āYeah me too Milesā¦ me too.ā He snuggled his head against yours and you both stayed there for a while until you both grew hungry.
Miles stumbled out of the bed, making you laugh. He held your hand again so he helped you out of the bunkbed in case you would stumble as well. You both brushed your teeth in the bathroom and you quickly applied some make-up while Miles just watched you lovingly. It didnāt feel weird, it felt very comfortable actually. Ā
You looked around your suitcase for something to wear until Miles held the āchange the showā shirt in front of you. āI avenāt given ya one yet, did I?ā he asked, knowing how much the lyrics of the song meant to you. āno, but itās fine Mi.ā you tried to reassure him. āWell.. Ya look realleh good innit. I avenāt washed it yet, but I didnāt sweat innit, itās just meh cologne. Ya can ave it if ya want. Ya would look realleh good innit, ya look good in everythin darlin.ā You smiled shyly and grabbed the shirt from him. āThank you Mi.ā you told him.
You liked the fact that his cologne was on it but you wouldnāt tell Miles. You grabbed your high waist mom jeans and a leather jacket along with your black Dr. Martens. Miles looked at you with a smile āLike I said, ya look good in everythin!ā you felt flustered and couldnāt quite comprehend what was happening but enjoyed the moment.
After Miles got dressed as well he grabbed your hand and walked outside out of the bus. The weather was very nice and you quickly put your sunglasses on and placed your bag with your camera in it around your shoulder. āWanna go into town and grab a coffee?ā Miles asked you, never letting go of your hand and it felt nice, comfortable even.
āYeah that sounds good.ā You told him and made your way into town for coffee and breakfast. Miles pointed out a nice cafĆ© and held the door open for you to get in. You both took a seat and started chatting about your favorite music and his, connecting on every level. You never really had this one on one time with Miles and you loved every minute of it, noticing that he liked it as well. Ā
After breakfast you both strolled a little through the city when Miles carefully grabbed your hand in his again. āIs this okay?ā Miles asked you softly and you smiled shyly in return, nodding in response. āYeah, it more than is.ā He smiled and softly squeezed your hand. You took some photographs of Miles if you saw some moments that were too good to let uncaptured. When fans came up to Miles you always offered to take the pictures for them.
After the stroll it was already time to go and do the soundcheck and once again you filmed some stuff. You all had dinner together and walked back to the concert hall and waited for the supporting act to be done. You all had some drinks and Miles wasnāt leaving your side and you definitely didnāt complain one bit. You all started dancing and you saw how hyped Miles always got, making your heart do even more leaps.
It was time for Miles and the band to go on stage so you filmed the way they walked up and disappeared so you could film from the crowed. First you were on the side, filming Miles and the band without getting in the way and after you walked up to the front of the stage to film Miles. He started singing Standing next to me. Miles made eye contact with you but different than usual.
He really looked at you and not into the camera. When you slowly lowered your camera to look at him, he got a big grin and gave you a wink with a smirk, making you feel flustered and the butterflies grew extensively.
Every time you replaced yourself in the crowed, Miles found you immediately and kept the flirting going, getting more expressive every time. You walked backstage again before the show had started as not to grab to much attention from the fans and the people around you. You showed your MK keycard to the security and walked backstage, waiting for Miles to come back which didnāt took long.
You knew this was a good show for him because he came fully energetic and hyped in the room. You chuckled at the ball of sunshine in front of you that was walking quickly towards you. He pulled you into a hug with a big, big smile. He was sweating but you didnāt mind it one bit, putting your arms around Miles. āWhatcha think about the gig luv?ā he asked you happily. āYou were absolutely killing it!ā his grin got even bigger. āYou really are one hell of an entertainer Mi.ā he smiled āAwhh babeā¦.ā He told you this time softer. Apparently it touched him that you told him that.
Miles started to change into some fresh clothes and even though he never cared that someone saw, it always seemed to mesmerize you. You stood up to pour him a drink and one for yourself. He lit a cigarette on and handed you that one. You smiled gratefully as he lit his own.
You all danced to the music for a while and once Miles had finished his drink he walked downstairs to take some pictures with his fans. You started to feel very tired and waited for Miles to come back so you could say goodnight.
It took about 45 minutes until he came back and you softly tapped him on his shoulder. āIām gonna go back to the bus. Iām dead beat tired so goodnight.ā You told him with a smile. You saw the disappointment in his face even though he tried to hide it. āThat offer still stands?ā he asked you carefully and you knew he was talking about sharing a bed. āVery much so.ā You told him with a smile and he got his smile back. āIāll try not to wake ya luv.ā You smiled and felt bold. You placed your lips gently on his cheek. āSee ya later Mi.ā You could see him blush and you walked away, feeling his eyes following you.
You made it back to the bus and there were still some fans waiting for him. You walked past them and into the bus. You got changed and freshened up before laying your tired body on the bed. The moment your head hit the pillow, you heard someone coming in. You opened the curtains to see who it was and it was Miles. His back was turned to you as he was gathering his stuff. āMi?ā you asked him and he turned around a bit in surprise.
āHey luv.ā He told you sweetly. āYou donāt want another drink?ā you asked him and he shook his head with a soft smile. āNah I rather be with ya right now if thatās alright.ā He awaited your answer and you actually felt honored. āThatās quite more than alright Mi.ā he smiled āImma take a shower, Iāll be right back babe.ā He gave you a kiss on your forehead and walked into the bathroom. You tried to stay awake until Miles was done.
It didnāt took him long and he walked back to your bed, crawling in besides you as you pull the covers to the side for him. Once he laid down he pulled the covers over his body as well. You laid down on your side, facing him as he did the same. His finger softly placed a string of hair behind your hair before he cupped your cheek.
āI realleh like yaā¦ā he whispered, scared for your reaction, it seemed almost. You felt flustered and in heaven at this point. āI really like you too Miles.ā He smiled again and nuzzled his nose with yours before softly placing his lips on yours and you pulled him closer by his waist, cupping his cheek as well. After he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours.
āStay with meh after tha tour if ya want.ā His voice glanced with hope. āI would like that.ā He smiled again and pulled you closer, pressing his lips against yours again. You felt his tongue against your lips for access which you granted him with need. He tried to pour all his love into that kiss as did you. After the little make out session, you snuggled your face against his chest, enjoying the smell of him, the aftershave and shampoo.
His hand softly went over your hair and you could feel his golden necklace against your chin. His other arm wrapped around you and he let his lips rest against your forehead. āIāll be here, Iāll always be here for ya luv.ā He could feel you smile against his skin. You let your hand rest on his stomach again, feeling his abs underneath his shirt. āThank you Miā¦For everything.ā This time you could feel him smile against your forehead. āDunāt wurry about it babe. You did more for me than you know. Get some sleep luv. I aināt goin nowhere.ā
You fell into a peaceful sleep and got excited for the future with Miles in the picture, more than you could ever dream off.
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Loki Series ThoughtsāGlorious Purpose
Ok, Iām always nervous about posting my thoughts, but here we go. Spoilers ahead of course!!! (Disclaimer: Any gifs or images are not mine.)
Letās start out with the episodeās name: Glorious Purpose. I know some people were a bit miffed about the emphasis put on the line, but I actually thought it worked well. Itās not so much that Loki actually believes in this āpurpose,ā but rather he is clinging to what heās been told his purpose is. And by the end of the episode, heās finally working through some of the things heās been hurt by, abandoning what heās been forced into and ready to be who he wants. Granted, itās still going to take some time for him to come to grips with all that has happened, but Iām excited to see the journey.
The TVA. They undeniably suck. Whether or not it will be addressed directly, they are the (or one of the) antagonists in the show. What they are doing is, frankly, tyrannical. Three ātime keepersā have taken it upon themselves to force countless versions of time and people into one single stream. And you know what? They canāt control that timeline. Not like they want to. As much as Lokiās line about āthe weakā applies to himself, it applies to the TVA, too. Itās a facade of control that they cling to; if they truly had the right, the ability, to control time, everyone would follow their path. There would be no variants. Now, I could write a whole separate analysis on the MCUās explanation of time travel. Itās convoluted and in a large way doesnāt make sense.
Iād like to talk about Lokiās characterization. I am, in a word, relieved. From the trailers, Tom seemed to be over-acting, something rather strange for someone so good at conveying deep emotions through nuanced actions. Now I believe any exaggerated lines from the trailers are just Loki trying to separate himself from who heās been told he is, and trying to reinvent himself. I donāt think thatās a bad thing either; theyāre not rewriting Loki, heās just growing in a new way. And though this way is ānewā I think it will be similar to what weāve seen before. From what weāve seen so far, there is good continuity, and they are addressing things about Loki that should be addressed in canon.
Loki projects. Most notably in the Avengers, but also a bit in Thor 1 and The Dark World, a lot of Lokiās lines can be applied to himself, though he is talking generally or towards another group. What comes to mind is actually something he touches upon again in the series. The illusion of freedom. And though it is not said that line in particular is him thinking of himself, it can be inferred based on his admission that the line in the gifs above apply to him. Also that little gesture when he says āweakā breaks me. Heās hurting so much.
Loki is not a villain. He may think heās one because everyone else is telling him that, yet weāre already seeing it brought up that itās not true. I can only hope that weāll see Loki state this himself later in the series. He was largely forced to do what he did. It is not his fault, so how can he be a villain?
Loki cares. Tomās acting is just *chefās kiss* Seeing his motherās death hurts so much. I love that his first response is denial. Loki is thrown into something heās never known about before, being shown things that, to his knowledge, have never happened. But then when heās had a few seconds to wander around the TVA on his own terms, heās more come to grips with all thatās going on. So, when heās by himself and seeās Frigga lying there, dead, it gets to him. Then seeing Odin still call him his son, he feels the slightest glimmer of hope, but also regret; he already knows in the back of his mind that heās not actually going to get that. Lokiās living from second to second, trying to hold on. He probably thinks this ends with his death. (I do have issues with that Odin scene in context of Ragnarok but thatās more a tangential aside, so Iāll gloss over it for now.) Then seeing Thor and himself acting like brothers again is heartwarming. So just when heās feeling uplifted, Thanos comes into the picture. He realizes how much control the titan still had over his life; he never really escaped. And in the end, Thanos made good on his promise. And that is terrifying! And he laughs at it. Itās a sad sort of laugh, one thatās slightly crazed. Loki feels that no matter what he does, it ends in pain. By the end of seeing all that, he is a man broken. Rather, more broken than he already was.
Loki is struggling. Thatās nothing profound; itās obvious. But where it really stands out to me is actually in a part I originally thought to be out of character. I am referring to āWhat if I was a robot and I didnāt know it.ā Upon closer inspection, I realize itās actually that his perception of himself has been so thrown that he really isnāt sure about his own chemical makeup anymore. Odin and Frigga keeping from him that heās a frost giant made him so unsure of himself, he thought he might not even be a living being.
Nervous tics. Was I the only one noticing his leg bouncing when he talked to Mobius? And what about that scene when heās sitting on the steps? He begins to pick at his hands. Note, thatās something he did in T1 after finding out he was a frost giant and while confessing to the Warriors Four about how he was the one who told the guard of their trip to Jotunheim. Just a little detail I really appreciated. (If anyone has gifs of any of these things, feel free to share :)
Mobius. Iāll be honest, Iām a bit undecided. Iām hesitant to say heās evil. After all, we havenāt seen that much of him yet. However, I will say he is unscrupulous and manipulative. His questions werenāt to help Loki work through his trauma. Mobius was trying to goad him into helping, and likely was trying to gauge how much this Loki is like the variant heās tracking. When Loki makes any admission of his feelings, itās something he already knew, not a conclusion Mobius helped him reach. Mobius mocks him a bit and pushes his buttons because he sees Loki as a means to an end, and wants to know how easily he can get him to work with him. And what strikes me is how similar Mobiusās deal is to Thorās deal in TDW. Thor doesnāt offer Loki freedom, he offers revenge. Mobiusās deal is just another variation of this. He canāt offer āsalvationā but he can offer something ābetterā. Working for the TVA really isnāt better, though. So what does he mean? Well, I think he means a chance for Loki to prove heās a hero. I hope as the show progresses itās addressed that Loki doesnāt have to prove himself to anyone. Thatās what heās been doing his whole life, but I want Loki to see for himself that he doesnāt have to.
Miss Minutes. Propaganda. Plain and simple, itās propaganda. Besides the way it praises the ātime keepersā as amazing saviors, necessary to keep the world in order, itās essentially saying ādonāt think for yourself.ā The whole point of the video is āthe time keepers are great. The TVA is flawless. Trust us to decide everything. You have no autonomy in the world we want, so surrender your free will. Submit to the system weāve decided is perfect and everything will be just fine.ā Of course, by ājust fineā they mean the variant will be pruned and the timeline will keep going as the time keepers see fit. The animation style was great though! It really fit.
The infinity stones. I think their inclusion makes sense. If you remember from Endgame, the stones being in the right place in the right time keeps the timeline from branching, and thus prevents the multiverse from being created. Likely, the time keepers used the stones to make their āsacred timeline.ā Naturally, any variant time stones would cause a problem. Thatās why they have so many extras. But think about how pointless so much of what happened seems. Nat, Gamora, Vision, Tony, everyone who was snapped, everyone who was left. So, literally the entire universe was flipped upside down for paperweights. It really puts Thanosās pursuit of the stones into perspective, doesnāt it?
The cloaked figure. I think thereās some misdirection going on here in one way or another. Mobius says heās chasing a Loki variant, then immediately it cuts to a scene with the cloaked figure. Our minds are likely to assume that is the variant then. But they donāt actually say itās Loki, so Iām inclined to believe itās not. Though, I donāt have enough information to say who I do think it is, I could make a couple of educated guesses and say Mephisto (he certainly interacted with Loki in the comics, plus thereās the stained glass window) or Sylvie. Well, whoever Sophia Di Martinoās character is. I know she was previously listed as Sylvie on sources such as IMDb, but that has since disappeared. But why would you have a āyoung Sylvieā (Cailey Fleming) without an older version? There is speculation Di Martinoās character will be Lady Loki, but I hope this wonāt happen. If they make Lady Loki her own character, I doubt weāll see Variant Loki get to be fluid. Even if itās confirmed on the record, itād be nice to see actually happen beyond a piece of paper. And with twist villains being such a prominent force in modern media, Iām interested to see who our cloaked friend really is.
Time travel. Like I said earlier, this is a lot. But I canāt talk about the episode and not mention this aspect in at least a little more depth. I donāt like how the MCU deals with time travel. I think itās an unnecessarily complicated mix of a number of different, already complicated theories. However, I think Loki will ultimately escape from the TVA and create a multiverse too difficult to prune (and maybe heāll actually get to burn the place down too!) This will then tie directly into Doctor Strange 2. Do you guys know what thatās called? The Multiverse of Madness. Actually, in the Miss Minutes propaganda, they almost exactly say āwill throw the multiverse into madness.ā Will we get to (finally!) see a certain raven-haired god meeting Dr. Strange? And maybe even the Scarlet Witch herself? Well, Iām not sure, but right now I think itās looking pretty good!
And some random things that didnāt really anywhere else:
Peggy is in the background?! My thought here is that Steve wasnāt supposed to stay with her. This made not only a Variant Steve, but also a Variant Peggy. We may not see Steve, but I bet heās been taken care of too!! And who knows? Maybe there will be a cameo later. Otherwise, it might be something that was cut from the show, or just a fun easter egg of sorts.
The score was so good! It sets the mood perfectly.
Loki is a good fighter. Even if heās overpowered, he finds a way.
Some of the humor didnāt land, but that might just be a personal thing.
So now my final thoughts. Itās their strongest pilot yet. So much emotion crammed into less than an hour. A lot of exposition, too, yet it didnāt feel tedious (Endgame Iām looking at you). And then we get to delve into Lokiās psyche, something that really appeals to me! Overall, 9/10. I hope the rest of the series is as good!
Did I miss anything? Was there something you were hoping Iād mention and didnāt? Or do you have something to add or (politely!) disagree with? Iād love to hear it all! Remember, fandom is a safe space to talk about, analyze, and debate about things you enjoy. My ask box is always open with anon on. Reblogs and comments are great too. Thanks!
Me after watching the episode:
#the loki show#the loki show spoilers#the loki series#loki series#loki analysis#loki odinson#loki laufeyson#loki friggason#the loki series spoilers#I know thereās nothing particularly profound here but here you go#*throws thoughts into the void*
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Enemies-to-lovers!Changbin
request:Ā Hiiiii I read you bangchan enemies to lovers au and I swear if I could like a post more than once I'd like that one a MILLION TIMES I'm wondering if maybe you could write an enemies to lovers au for changbin pretty please? š„ŗš„° genre: enemies-to-lovers!au (again, not Super extreme, low-key clash bc theyāre both stubborn), film club president!Changbin, childhood penpal!auĀ (fluff, very mild angst, they bicker a lot, kind of cheesy bc changbinās a sap and we know that) pairing/s: Changbin / Reader (ft some skz members)Ā word count: 17k+ tw: mild coarse language (they say shit a lot LOL)Ā a/n: THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS...IM PRETTY SURE you waited months for this so thank you for being so so so patient!! I decided to try something a little different from my usual style but idk if itās That Obvious, but its more structure wise I guess, but nonetheless,Ā I'll be getting a little busier soon so Iām not sure IfĀ I'll be able to put out Full one shots for the next few months butĀ I'll try my best w those little shorter ones maybe! (I'll have to see how Tired I am) also p.s I love this gif thank u to whoever made it but changbin is blonde in this fic bc of Personal ReasonsĀ
To: my penpal Y/N
How are you?
I had a good day today. Sorry if the paper is crunchy I am writing this on my bed because my mom thinks I am already asleep. Today I went out with my mom and we went to the park and ate some sandwiches at the park. We had a picnic but with no juice because my sister finished everything. And then we went to the toy shop after lunch. I saw a keychain of a camera and bought it for you because you like acting and cameras can take a video of you acting.
This is a picture of me next to the wishing well at the park, you cannot see it but iām making a peace sign. I threw a coin in the well and made a wish that your audition will be good. I know you will do very well because you practiced a lot for it. Thatās all. Iām a bit tired now. Goodnight, or good morning if you are reading this in the morning. Or afternoon.
I hope iāll be hearing from you soon, Binnie. Ā
āSo, do you wanna keep them? If not I can chuck them together with the rest of your old things,ā your mom began, already reaching over to take the letter from you.
Your eyes widened just as quickly, shaking your head quickly as you gripped the envelope and its contents behind your back away from her reach.
āNo, no. Donāt throw them away,ā you said sternly, softening your gaze when you noticed the way her eyebrows had raised in amusement, embarrassment washing over your features.
āIāll keep them. Gimme the box.ā
Your mom set the beaten looking converse shoebox down onto the table, shaking her head at you as a small chuckle escaped her. Mental note to transfer the letters to a smaller (and more durable) box.Ā
āAlright, alright,ā she waved her hands at you in dismissal, āhurry up or youāll be late for school.ā
She shut the door behind her with a light thud, leaving you to stare at the grainy polaroid your childhood penpal had sent you when you both were only eight and still exchanging letters every week.
Inhaling deeply, you shoved the polaroid picture back into the envelope, slipping it into the box of envelopes before getting up. You figured that was a box you wouldnāt have the time to delve into when you were already keeping Jisung waiting.
Driving as fast as you could (or as fast as you dared to) within the speed limit, youād reached your campus soon enough. It wasnāt that long of a drive and it would be even shorter (walking distance to be specific), when you move into your apartment nearer to campus in a few days. But that didnāt change the fact that you were running late now, spotting Jisung standing by the fountain with a sour look on his face that had only deepened once heād spotted you.
Before an utterance of apology could leave you, Jisung had pursed his lips, stretching out his hand that held your cup of drink, a small hint of a smile playing at his lips.
āIām starting to wonder which one of us has worse time management,ā he sighed deeply, shaking his head with feigned disappointment as he glanced at his nonexistent watch on his wrist.
Jisung was one to talk, for sure. His crumpled looking shirt over baggy cargo pants and a hat to cover his head of messy hair told you his journey to school wasnāt exactly āleisurelyā either.
You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink and sighing at the taste, āitās definitely you. I was only late today ācause my mom was showing me my old stuff she found in the storeroom.ā
Jisung waved you off, āfine, whatever,ā he fished his phone out of his pocket as you started walking towards the auditorium for a class you were both dreading.
āOh, shit, Hyunjin says the professorās already in class, we should hurry up.ā
Quickening your pace, you were glad to have reached before your professor had started, Jisung directing you towards where Hyunjin was seated at the side of the auditorium, giving him a small nod as you sat down.
Not that Hyunjin noticed anyway, the said boy busy with messaging someone on his phone with a frown on his face.
āWhat are you doing?ā
Jisung peered over Hyunjinās shoulder, frankly not wanting to focus on the lesson as the professor played a video on boring business things he figured he could just ask you for later.
Hyunjin sighed, setting his phone down onto the table and pushing his laptop open further, going to his email with quick clicks on his trackpad, āgotta send the scene for the auditions later to Changbin.ā
āOh, for that film thing?ā Jisung asked, earning a nod from Hyunjin, whose eyebrows furrowed as they remembered your presence.
āY/N should audition,ā Hyunjin nodded his head towards you, his mention of your name distracting you momentarily, but youād brushed it off quickly as you tried to take down whatever your professor was rambling on about.
At your lack of response, Jisung nudged your shoulder with more force, āhey, did you hear what Hyunjin said?ā
You tore your gaze reluctantly from your professor as your fingers finished typing whatever you had left in your memory, the confused look on your face prompting Hyunjin to take over.
āWeāre having auditions later for the movie the film clubās gonna be making,ā he started, nodding slowly as his eyebrows raised, āI was saying you should join, youād be good for the role.ā
You narrowed your eyes at Hyunjin, āwhatās it about?ā
Jisung huffed, āsome cheesy penpal shit, the last I heard.ā
Your quirked an eyebrow at that, Hyunjin rolling his eyes.
āSomething like that, but itās not super romantic. Theyāre childhood penpals who meet again in the future but they donāt end up together, I donāt know how to explain it to you as well as Changbin can, but will you come anyway?ā
You scrunch your nose as you consider his offer.
Was there anything you needed to prepare? You didnāt even know exactly what you were signing up for. Or much less anyone in the film club. Well, other than Hyunjin, of course. Ā
āIs there any script I'm supposed to prepare with?ā you asked, making Hyunjinās eyebrows raise, his lips parting in realisation.
āIām pretty sure it depends on what role you wantā¦ā he trailed off, making you scoff.
Not being able to help the laugh from escaping you, you narrowed your eyes at him, āyou sound like youāre not even in the club.ā
Hyunjin flashed you a sweet smile, āyou know what? Iāll just send you what I sent Changbin. You can just prepare with that! Pennyās role!ā
Jisung snorted, his hand coming up in a poor attempt to stifle his giggles.
āPenny? Is it because...sheās a pen pal?ā
You pressed your lips into a firm line, finding it awfully amusing as well.
Hyunjin frowned, scrunching his nose up in distaste, āwe couldnāt think of anything better, okay?ā
You huffed, lower lip jutting out in a small pensive pout. You didnāt have much going on in terms of school productions as of now, anyway, you guessed there would be no harm in showing some support for Hyunjin.
āWhat time are the auditions?ā
āThey start from lunchtime until like five,ā Hyunjin tried his best to recall, looking at you with his best pleading gaze.
Sighing again, you nodded, āthis is my only class for today.ā
Hyunjin was practically beaming now.
āPerfect.ā
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āI donāt like it.ā
Hyunjin sputtered over his sip of coffee, an incredulous expression on his face, attracting looks from the other film club members in the dance studio. Excusing himself, heād made his way outside, oblivious to the squeals and stares the girls waiting to audition were directing towards him, settling himself in the middle of the field outside the dance studio. Ā
āWhat do you mean, āyou donāt like itā?ā he asked you again, his eyebrows furrowed as curiosity took over him.
You sighed, rolling your shoulders back as you nodded at one of your teachers you were walking past, your grip relaxing on your phone as your arm had started to get tired.
āI mean, I read through the script, and something about Pennyās character just doesnāt sit right with me,ā you told him, āit justā¦ doesnāt make sense for her to come to that conclusion when sheād been having a perfectly good time with the guy before that, you know?ā
Pausing, youād waited for him to respond, his silence prompting you to continue with your elaboration.
āOkay, Iāll put it this way,ā you started, adjusting your grip on your laptop in your arm, āIf I were a reader, or like, a viewer in this case, I would wanna be able to pick up on these small moments or signs that Penny is actually thinking about her relationship, do you know what I mean? Because now the way it looks is that sheās just a plot device meant to hurt him, and that thereās no exploration of the development of their relationship at all.ā
Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, āOkay, I know, I know, but the thing isā¦ this was Changbinās idea, and I donāt know if youāve heardāI mean, you probably have, butā¦ nobody really questions him.ā
You hummed, following Hyunjin into the school building and tugging your coat tighter around yourself, the cold air in the building shocking you as you entered.
āYeah, I get that, but youāre forgetting that I donāt have the same relationship with this Changbin guy that you guys do. I donāt mind telling him that I have a problem with it. I donāt wanna be acting out some two-dimensional love interest character if I can help it.ā
Hyunjin grimaced, not seeming to be too keen on your insistence, āI really think it might be a little late for him to change the script.ā
āItās never too late.ā
āWell to Changbin it could be!ā Hyunjin insisted, making you roll your eyes, a small chuckle leaving you.
You huffed, āI still think the audience deserves a better film with better crafted characters.ā
Hyunjin let out a sound in between a sigh and a groan, āOkay fine, you just have to make sure you get the role, and then youāre free to argue with Changbin all you want. Deal?ā
āDeal,ā You turned the corner and spotted Hyunjin standing in the middle of the field, already making his way back to the dance studio.
āOkay,ā he spoke before you could end the call, āI gotta go, see you later.ā
You didnāt expect there to be so many people at the auditions, mostly girls and just a handful of guys. Though you seemed to piece the uneven ratio together when you saw the not-so-furtive stares the girls would cast in Hyunjinās direction whenever heād peek his head out from the crack in the door to call the next person in.
You recognized one of the guys whoād come in later than you, one of Jisungās upperclassmen friends whose name was Minho.
āDidnāt think iād see you here,ā he gave you a small smile as he took a seat next to you.
Shrugging in response, you let out an awkward huff of laughter, not used to talking to him about anything other than his cats and Jisungās whereabouts.
āYeahā¦ well, Hyunjin asked me to come, so I figured I might as well,ā you fiddled with the slip of paper with the scene printed on it, ānot like I had anything better to do, anyway.ā
Minho nodded slowly, leaning closer to you and dropping his voice to a murmur, āIāve never seen any of these girls before.ā
You huffed, āIām pretty sure most of them are here for Hyunjin.ā
āOh yeah, makes sense,ā Minho hummed, a small lilt of amusement to his tone, āwhere is he, anyway? He told me he would be hereāā
Minhoās question was answered when the girls beside the both of you had erupted into harsh whispers and murmurs, tapping each other excitedly as Hyunjin could be seen through the window panel in the door, looking on seriously as one of the girls inside the room was auditioning.
You huffed, gesturing to the window.
āFound him.ā
Inside the room, Changbin was distracted.
He knew he had a certain image in his head about what he wanted āPennyā to be. But whatever the girls that had auditioned so far had been showing, that dramatic āi never loved you!ā emotion, that wasnāt exactly it. And it didnāt help either that they struggled letting go of the dramatics when Chan would prompt them to try a different angle.
Hyunjin cast a (mildly concerned) look at Changbin, trying to gauge his expression, figuring the pointed look Changbin had sent his way was enough to say he didnāt think this girl would be shortlisted.
āWhoās next?ā Chan leaned over in his seat to peek at the clipboard of names of signups, Changbin leaning back in his seat and pushing the clipboard towards him, not finding it in him to be able to be more hopeful about the next person.
āOh, Y/N,ā Chan hummed, nodding with an impressed expression on his face, the name catching Changbinās attention, āthatās cool, didnāt think theyād audition.ā
āY/N?ā Changbin echoed, something about the name awfully familiar to him, yet not being able to make the connection in his memories yet.
So for now, heād simply gestured to Hyunjin to signal that he could send the next girl in, Chan sweetly thanking the girl that had just auditioned as she left the room.
Making your way into the room, you scanned the āpanelā of judges.
You recognized Chan, the said pale-faced boy looking even more tired when heād yawned as you made your way to the centre of the room. He came to your school productions often since he and Felix were friends, and Felix was always involved in some way or another. The other boy, though, you didnāt think youād seen before.
The two of them seemed to exude completely different auras, with Chan smiling warmly at you and gesturing for you to come closer while the other boy sat with his arms folded across his chest, frowning at you as though you were a code to decipher.
āHey, didnāt expect to see you here,ā Chan broke the silence first, giggling.
You shook your head, āhonestly didnāt think iād sign-up either.ā
You pressed your lips together in a tight-lipped smile, rocking back on your heels as you glanced at the boy next to him again, āI actually only heard about it from Hyunjin this morning,ā you admitted, Hyunjin flashing Chan a grin from behind you as if to say āyouāre welcomeā.
Changbin cleared his throat, making Chan perk up.
āRight, sorry. So, weāve obviously met but this is our clubās president Changbin,ā he gestured to the boy sitting next to him.
Changbin nodded curtly, bringing his hand up to run it through his bleached hair and shoving his cap back on his head with habitual movements.
Now you were starting to understand why Hyunjin was so intimidated by Changbin, always having heard stories about him but only now being able to put a face to the name.
Nodding slowly, you gave him a smile, ānice to meet you, Iām Y/N.ā
Changbin had to stop himself from faltering, his breath hitching when he realised why your name was so familiar.
After all, it had been the first candidate before theyād decided to go with āpennyā. He wondered how cruel fate was to have brought you, someone with the same name as the person heād practically based this story on, to be auditioning for the very role.
You tried not to be offended by the way Changbin had simply nodded at you, straightening up in his seat, āand youāll be auditioning for the role ofā¦?ā
Would it hurt him to smile?
You inhaled deeply, trying to hide your amusement as you answered him, āPenny.ā
Changbin nodded, Chan humming as he looked up from his copy of the script to give you another reassuring smile.
āAlright, whenever youāre ready. Iāll be taking the lines of the male lead,ā Chan told you.
You understood that the scene was some sort of scene where the two romantic leads have some sort of confrontation, and you did your best to get into what you imagined Penny would be feeling, Chan reading the line asking if āpennyā had even loved him at all. Dramatic was the word to describe it, really. Ā
You softened your gaze, unintentionally letting it rest on Changbin but deciding to let it stay there, executing your lines all the while trying to ignore the way Changbinās stare was unnerving you, making you want to prove to him that you were a good actor even though he hadnāt questioned your acting skills.
Hyunjin had been watching the exchange closely, Changbinās grip on his pencil loosening as heād let the pencil fall softly against the table.
Changbin wondered if it was some sort of coincidence, because whatever āitā was that heād been looking for in Pennyās character, youād managed to convey almost perfectly.
And it was clear that Chan had felt the same way as well, since once your audition was over, the smile on Chanās face was nothing but beaming.
Once youād left the room, Hyunjin telling you that they would contact you by the next morning, Chan had turned to Changbin, the same stupid smile on his face.
āThat was great!ā he nudged Changbin, the younger boy still recovering from the shock of the coincidence of it all, managing to muster a small huff in response.
āYeah,ā Changbin reached over to grab his water bottle, prolonging his silence as he took a long sip, āI donāt think weād even need to see the rest.ā
Chris scrunched his nose up, grinning, ābut you know we still will, of course. Just in case.ā
Changbin sighed, glancing at the clock, agreeing with Chan even though he knew heād already had his mind made up.
āYeah, just in case,ā Changbin mumbled, looking out the window and seeing you talk to Minho, tearing his gaze away and rolling his shoulders back.
āOkay, send the next one in.ā
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To: Binnie
How are you?
Iām okay. I like the picture you sent me of you using your scooter. My mom says you look nice. I think so too.
Today I went to the museum and I ate an ice cream for lunch. I donāt have a picture of it but it was a Strawberry ice cream.
I just finished reading your letter. Sorry to say it using a bad word, but i think what your sister did was stupid. I think you should still tell her to ask for permission to use your scooter. But if she still does not listen, maybe you should tell her again. Because my mom always tells me that if I want something, I have to ask for it. So you should do that. Maybe she does not know you donāt like it when she plays with your scooter. Or, you could buy a new scooter. Here is some money so you can buy a scooter. I drew you $50 because that is a lot of money. I hope you have a good day when you read this.
Till next time, Your penpal Y/N.
You werenāt the worldās kindest human alive, you had your petty moments. I mean, there were so many songs and literature and movies that highlighted that idea that no human was perfect, right? But you tried your best, surely.
So, youād gladly complied when Hyunjin asked you to grab extra cups of coffee for Chan and Changbin (as reluctant as you were. You were strapped for cash as it was).
You figured that was the least you could do before the trouble you were about to cause the both of them. But hopefully, if office etiquette was anything to go by, the simple gesture would show that you were kind, and someone who appreciated the offer given to you, as much as you hated the superficiality of your character.
However, when you showed up at the room, you were reminded that Changbin wasnāt just anyone. And while Chan made his appreciation known, Changbinā¦ was the same as ever. Intimidating, and very hard to read. The sight of it almost made you want to take back his coffee.
He wasnāt wearing a hat today. Instead, heād let his blonde hair (which looked darker since the last time you saw him, or maybe it was just his dyed-black undercut) fall messily over his forehead in a slight side part.
His black shirt did nothing to hide his physique, every movement of his coming across as a subtle flex, making you have to remind yourself time and time again that you werenāt exactly here to fawn over him.
He would lean back in his seat, scrolling through whatever he was looking at in his phone with one hand, his other hand draped over his stomach and propped underneath his elbow to support it. The way he would look made it seem as if he was almost oblivious to the world around him, only paying attention to what was on his phone until he would laugh at something Chan said, Chan being the only person youāve seen that managed to elicit seemingly uncharacteristic giggles from him.
Though it wasnāt as if you were given much time to get used to it. The moment Chan had murmured something in his ear, his expression had switched back to āstrictly businessā.
Chan straightened up, looking around the room with his eyebrows slightly raised in question, one hand adjusting the braided leather bracelet around his wrist
āSo, shall we get started then?ā Chan asked, gesturing to Changbin before typing away at his laptop.
Changbin took his cue, getting up from his seat and making his way around the table to the front of the room, pulling the overhanging screen up to reveal the whiteboard.
āSo, first of all, weāve finalised the actors playing the characters,ā he gestured towards you and Minho, āMinho as Soobin and Y/N as Penny. So, we can start shooting about next week. I would say weāre working with a pretty loose deadline because we donāt have to submit it until a few months from now.ā
Changbin rolled his shoulders back, his body language seeming fairly relaxed although his expression remained serious nonetheless, ābut that doesnāt mean we should slack, obviously.ā
His statement elicited a small groan from Hyunjin, who muttered a āfiguresā under his breath, making you stifle your giggles for Changbinās sake.
āBut we will start with maybe going over the script once through, go over the technical stuff after we get any issues with the flow out of the way.ā
He looked as though he were going through a mental list of things to cover, his gaze flickering momentarily to Hyunjin, as if his face would give him answers to the invisible question in his head.
āThe people in charge of the props, have you started preparing the letters?ā Chan stepped in, earning a shake of the head from the two girls sitting next to Hyunjin, making Changbin wave a hand dismissively in their direction.
āThey could start on that after we confirm the script,ā Changbin leaned over the table to grab his cup of coffee, proceeding to take a long sip from it.
āAlright, letās start then.ā
Changbin took the empty seat he was standing next to, pulling his laptop closer to him to pull up the script.
Throughout the reading, you tried to keep your comments to yourself, you really did. It just fascinated you how fearful the team was of Changbin (well, aside from Chan), the way everyone seemed to bite their tongues or withhold their comments caused a permanent frown to be etched on your face.
It didnāt make it any better that Minho seemed to have no problems with the script, not even when youād occasionally leant over to whisper to him and ask if he found that part a little weird or a little abrupt. But you held your tongue for now, (and also because of the side glance Hyunjin would cast your way whenever you would let out a small sigh), Ā you wanted to give Changbin the benefit of the doubt, figuring maybe if he read through his script again heād realise how one-sided it was.
But thankfully, when you were reading out the lines where the two main characters had ended their date, and on a particularly high note for that matter, it seemed the opportunity to voice your concerns about the script was presented to you when Changbin had spoken up.
āOkay, since the next scene onwards will be where their relationship breaks down, any questions so far?ā He asked, though his tone didnāt sound like he was really asking for feedback. But, hey, an opportunity as an opportunity, wasnāt it?
You cleared your throat a little too harshly, raising up your hand as you leaned against the table to be seen better, āuh, actually, me? I mean, I have some feedback actually.ā
Changbin looked at you curiously, his gaze landing on you with slight surprise, as if he hadnāt expected it to be you of all people. There was a slight hesitancy evident in the way he paused before giving you a short nod, prompting you to go ahead.
You smiled, ignoring the way Hyunjin had sighed deeply a few seats away from you, dreading the chaos that could have come with people like you and Changbin bumping heads.
āWell, itās not really specific to this scene. Itās kind of about the whole flow of the plot in generalā¦ā you fiddled with the corner of the page you were on, ābut I was thinking it would be better to show more of Pennyās point of view? You know, because when I was reading it it just felt a littleā¦ weird for them to suddenly break up if everything seemed to be going fine.ā
Changbin narrowed his eyes at you, looking back down at his computer with a simple dismissive shake of the head, āThatās not necessary, theyāre going to break up anyway.ā
The room had fallen silent, everybody seeming to have taken that as a āend of the conversationā kind of line, already beginning to bring their attention to the next scene.
You frowned, unable to control your expression as you made your dismay obvious, casting a desperate look to Hyunjin who honestly looked as though he would pay you not to pursue this.
āBut thatās not the point,ā you spoke, getting Chanās attention as he looked at you, silently urging you to continue, āyou wanted to show their relationship, right? So, shouldnāt you showā¦ both their parts in the relationship? Since itās not like this is told in Soobinās point of view.ā
Changbin pursed his lips, āthe point is,ā he brought his cup of coffee to his lips, taking a small sip before continuing, ātheir relationship was superficial so it doesnāt matter.ā
You mirrored his expression. The way it sounded was that he was just trying to convince himself that it didnāt matter.
Your frown deepened, quick to respond to him.
āThatās the thing, if youāre so insistent on them breaking up, why donāt you just make their relationship lead up to that? The way theyāre interacting up to this scene makes viewers think theyāre just going to end up together,ā you tried to reason, hoping Changbin would understand where you were coming from.
Minho took that opportunity to excuse himself to the bathroom, and as you gave the rest of the film club members a once-over, you hated the way they were all looking at you as if you were cussing Changbin out instead of just giving him constructive feedback, or just voicing your thoughts for that matter.
āWell, not everyone gets a happy ending, I guess.ā
He was practically avoiding your message at this point, making you grow more frustrated.
āOkay, look, whatās your intention behind making this film?ā you asked, watching carefully as Changbin huffed, looking fairly amused at your insistence, which only served to irk you more.
āSimple,ā he shrugged, āto show people like you that not everything that seems so perfect ends up perfect in the end.ā
Your lips parted, scoffing, resisting the urge to get up from your seat as you heard Minho re-enter the room.
āPeople like me?ā you echoed spitefully, āokay, fine, whatever. But as you said, if thatās the point of your discourse, shouldnāt your message be to tell people that they can work through things like this instead of just giving up and leaving like Penny did?ā
Changbin was annoyed now. To him, you seemed too idealistic to understand his reasoning behind the story. He wondered why it had to be you that was telling him this, you were the only one that was trying to find problems with his story, that heād based on his own life for that matter.
āWell what if she did, huh? What if Penny did just up and leave with no warning?ā
You rolled your eyes, hearing Chan struggle to stifle his laugh, your exchange with Changbin being just about the most excitement he had in the whole school year.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, āwhich is why I'm saying that your job as a storyteller is to shed some light on the reason behind that. Then your story wouldnāt be about showing how things donāt turn out the way they seem, it would just be telling you, but not showing you. You could just ask literally anybody to hurt Minhoāā
āSoobin,ā you heard Minho correct from beside you, making you huff, scrunching your eyes shut tightly before opening them harshly.
āāYes, Soobinās character, and it would be the same? The story wouldnāt show me anything other than the fact that it was Soobinās fault he ended up that way. He didnāt question anything that happened, he just let it happen to him,ā you sighed again, clenching your jaw, āPenny isnāt anything other than some 2-dimensional plot device designed as an excuse for Soobin to sulk about how cruel love is.ā
Changbin scrunched his nose up, his brows knitting in annoyance as he stared at you, a silence falling again in the room. Changbin was about to interject when Chan had decided that would be a good time to step in.
āCāmon guys, letāsā¦ calm down a little. Weāre talking about penpals here, not the kingās lover betraying him.ā
You cast Chan a questioning look at his example, making him shrug, continuing, āweāre running a little overtime anyway, we can just continue discussing this another time.ā
Just like that, the rest of the film club members seemed eager to leave, either rushing for their next class or just not wanting to be in the same environment as an irritable Changbin.
Chan directed his gaze towards you as you were getting up from your seat, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
āIām sure Changbin will keep your points in mind, donāt worry,ā he reassured you just as Changbin chimed in with a āno, I wonātā behind him, leaving the room promptly afterwards, leaving you free to let out the frustrated groan you had been withholding.
āThanks, Chan. Sorry I kind of made you guys overrun your time,ā you sighed, watching Hyunjin making his way to you with wide eyes.
Chan shook his head, holding his laptop securely in one arm as he let out a burst of giggles.
āNo, donāt apologize! I should be thanking you, I didnāt think about your point until you mentioned it just now,ā he murmured, ābut again, sorry about Changbin. Heās just a littleā¦ protective of his work.ā
Hyunjin let out a low whistle from next to you, āExtremely.ā
You nodded, shrugging, āItās alright, I get it.ā
Chan flashed you a smile, his hand reaching out to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, āThanks, again. See you around.ā
Leaving the room with Hyunjin, you ignored the way heād begun to chuckle to himself, āhonestly, in this whole time iāve been in the film club, iāve never seen Changbin actuallyā¦ argue with someone.ā
You rolled your eyes, kicking at the stray pebble āwell if he continues like this, youāre gonna be seeing a lot more of it.ā
āYou sure seemed like you were having fun, though, werenāt you?ā Hyunjin was being sarcastic, knowing he was just doing this to dissuade you, his tone eliciting a scoff from you. Ā
You shook your head.
āYou know for a fact I wasnāt. But it wouldnāt sit right with me if I just kept my mouth shut like you and the rest of your film club goons,ā you shot him a pointed glare.
Hyunjin pressed his lips into a firm line, holding his hands up beside his head in surrender, prompting you to continue.
āIf I want something done, Iām gonna ask for it. Itās as simple as that.ā
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To: my penpal Y/N
How are you?
Was your audition good? Thank you for the money. But $50 is a lot of money so I donāt think I should spend everything, my mom says I need to save money. Thank you for telling me what I should do, but in the end I didnāt buy another scooter. I did this because we were learning about needs vs wants in school and I think the scooter is a want. My teacher says this means I donāt really need it. But needs are things like colour pencils and pens and paper so I can write letters to send you. Maybe your mom tells you you cannot buy so many stickers because the stickers are a want and not a need.
Anyway, I think I can just let my sister take my scooter. Maybe I will just get another scooter for myself when I am older and I have more money.
I hope I will be hearing from you soon, Binnie.
As you said before, you werenāt perfect, but you surely did your best. But days like this you wondered if people like Changbin even tried.
After your interaction with said stubborn being during your meeting with the film club had put you in a bad mood, you were currently seated with Jisung in a booth at a popular burger outlet outside school, thankfully having managed to get a place in the midst of the anxious afternoon crowd. And even more thankful that you could eat your lunch in peace where you were very much away from Changbin.
āWhat did you say to him, again?ā Jisung hadnāt bothered trying to hold in his laughter as he was almost shouting over the noise of the crowd, making you huff as you bit into your burger.
āI said itās funny that he was talking so much shit about the main couple when heās dedicating his entire movie to them,ā you drawled, your annoyance returning as you recounted the spat you had with him during the small meeting you had with the film club just before lunch.
Jisungās shoulders shook as he laughed, fumbling with his drink as his eyes shut tightly, giggles leaving him and seeming as though they would never end, āand thatās what you said word for word?ā
You nodded, reaching over to press the lid of Jisungās drink down firmer before he could spill it all over himself.
āI know youāre friends with him but I really donāt know how you work with this guy, heās as stubborn as stubborn goes,ā you huffed, taking another bite into your burger as Jisungās laughter had died down, though his smile had only lingered.
āYouāre worse,ā he snickered, earning a glare from you.
Jisung remained unaffected, āLook, heās honestly fine once you get to know him,ā he tried to reason, sounding as though he were trying to convince a child to make friends, āI mean, weāre all still kind of wary around him when heās in a mood but honestly, if not for the way you guys met, Iām pretty sure you two would get along well. He seems like heās your type.ā
Your eyes widened, scandalised at Jisungās implication. Ā
āThe only thing he has in common with my exes is being annoying, okay?ā you rushed to push away the curiosity of what Changbin would be like as a boyfriend. Curse Jisung and his stupid implication.
āAnd plus,ā you continued, hearing the doorbell chime for what sounded like the thousandth time to signal yet another entry into the diner that was now overflowing with people asking for take-out, āitās not like heās been very nice to me since I got involved with his stupid short film.ā
Jisung sighed, his gaze momentarily distracted by something behind you, making you wave your hand in front of his face to keep his attention. Heād glanced back at you, an almost dazed look in his eyes before heād given you a small smile, taking a bite out of his burger and not waiting to finish chewing before he answered you.
āI honestly think that he just needs a little more persuasion. Like, take this for example, something similar happened with him and Chan when they were composing something in the past, and trust me, if you donāt give up now, iām pretty sure heād agree to come to a compromise or something,ā he gave you a shrug, his gaze returning to whatever was behind you (probably someone cute, you figured). You couldnāt say you blamed him; almost all your conversations revolved around you and Changbinās squabbles these days.
You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes at him, āyou really think heād be willing to rewrite his script?ā
Your tone was skeptical, already imagining how Changbin would simply tell you to keep dreaming if youād brought up the proposal to him.
At Jisungās lack of response, youād frowned slightly, seeing him turn back to you calmly as his smile widened, giving you yet another shrug.
āMaybe you can ask him yourself.ā
If there was any feeling one would get just before something bad was about to happen, that was definitely what you were feeling now.
You didnāt dare to tear your gaze away from Jisung as you watched him turn his body, his hand coming up in a wave that had only turned into a hi-five, his behaviour only adequately described as boisterous as he welcomed the people you were hoping you wouldnāt have to see for another week until the next film club meeting.
Well, Chan was fine, you were simply referring to Changbin.
āOh, hey, Y/N! Didnāt know you and Jisung were friends,ā Chan gave you a sweet smile, gesturing between you and Jisung as he spoke.
Jisung chimed in with a nonchalant āBest friends, actually,ā which had only made you shoot him a glare.
āMight have to re-evaluate that,ā you muttered, turning back to Chan and Changbin to give them as warm a smile as you could muster.
āAre you guys eating here too?ā you asked.
You were oblivious to the way Changbinās gaze flickered from your face to the food in your hand, and then back to Jisung, looking perfectly unaffected as he joked with Jisung about something you didnāt quite catch.
āWell, we wanted to, but, you know, with the crowd and all we probably wonāt be able to get a seat,ā Chanās gaze was pitiful, to say the least, making Jisung raise his eyebrows, and that sinking feeling within you had only intensified as his next sentence left his lips.
Jisung had barely glanced at you as he held onto Changbinās hand.
āWell, our boothās actually meant to seat four people, so you guys could squeeze in if you want,ā he offered.
Changbin quirked his eyebrow, skepticism written all over his features, though mostly directed towards you, āyou guys really wonāt mind?ā
You glared at your burger, scrunching your nose up as you avoided Changbinās pointed gaze.
Jisung scoffed, giving Changbin a loud smack on the arm, āof course we wonāt, right Y/N?ā
He turned to you, giving you a smile you could only describe to be devious (and fairly amused).
āYeah,ā your voice took a pitch higher unintentionally, āgo ahead,ā you murmured, scooting into the booth to make space for them.
You took another bite from your burger, watching out of the corner of your eye as Changbin took a seat next to Jisung, Chan excusing himself to retrieve both their orders.
āFunny that you showed up, actually. Y/N and I were just talking about your short film,ā Jisung spoke, earning a pointed glare for you, as if daring him to continue (and you shouldāve known that wasnāt going to faze him at all).
āOh, were you?ā Changbin drawled, his eyebrows raised and a slight smile playing at his lips, āIām sure Y/N had a lot to say about that.ā
As you were about to speak, Jisung had interjected with a little giggle, āshe did.ā
Changbin didnāt seem to take Jisungās comment as an answer, simply keeping his gaze fixed on you, prompting you to produce an answer of your own. You ignored the knowing look Jisung gave you.
You sighed, āmaybe I wouldnāt, if someone just took my suggestions.ā
Changbin had let out a small huff at that, leaning back in his seat with his arms folded over his chest as Chan returned to the table with his and Changbinās food, casting curious glances between the three of you seated at the table.
āHope you guys didnāt fight while I was gone,ā he joked, making you sigh, and you missed the pointed look he cast Changbinās way when the boy had scoffed, āwhat were you guys talking about before I came?ā
You shrugged.
āWe were talking about the short film,ā you told him, ākind of.ā
Chan had perked up at that, turning to you as he handed Changbin his food, āoh yeah, I wanted to ask if you had more feedback about the scenes.ā
You nodded, āI do, actually.ā
Changbinās gaze lifted from his burger to look at you as he sighed, āwhat is it now?ā
You huffed, āItās not that bad. I was just wondering if the content of the letters were gonna be read out during the scene? āCause if it is, then maybe we could kind of make it a little more relevant to their personalities or something.ā
āWill that be hard? What do kids even talk about in their letters?ā Jisung laughed.
Changbinās lips parted slightly before pressing them into a firm line.
āWell, theyāll be like 9 when theyāre exchanging letters, I suppose, so I guess theyād at least know how to have a conversationā¦ ā He sounded almost hesitant, making you wonder why he made talking about childhood penpals seem like such a complex thing.
You thought about your own penpal, Binnie. You were about that age when you were exchanging letters with him too, figuring you could give some insight on that until Jisung had intercepted.
āAt that age all I did was talk about hot wheels, to be honest. Much less talk to girls,ā he snorted, making you scoff, using your shoe to nudge his leg under the table.
Chan, who had been silently thinking, had straightened up abruptly.
āWait,ā Chanās eyebrows lowered, frowning slightly as his lower lip jut out in a slight pout. He directed his attention to Changbin, pointing his index finger towards him, ādidnāt you used to have a penpal?ā
You had to stop yourself from making your shock too obvious, your eyes widening as your gaze became nothing but accusatory. How badly did his penpal experience go for him to be so cynical about it now?
Whatever it was, the newfound information made you curious as to exactly how much of the story heād changed, more importantly, how much heād retained.
āYou?ā you couldnāt help yourself from blurting, though Changbin remained unamused.
āYeah, I did,ā he bypassed your incredulous stare, answering Chan simply.
Jisung hummed, bringing one hand up to fiddle with his ear piercing, not having expected Changbinās response.
āOh, well, what was it like, then?ā
Changbin shrugged, resting one of his forearms on the table to support himself, his other hand reaching down to pick up a fry, āwas nice. We would exchange letters every week. Talked about a lot of things, sent each other pictures, you know, all that stuff.ā
āDo you still keep in contact with them?ā Chan asked, genuine curiosity in his voice, not having heard much from Changbin about this penpal in the entire duration of their friendship.
Changbin shook his head, ānope,ā he popped the p, picking up his cup to swirl it around noisily, the ice rumbling as it got tossed around in the paper cup, proceeding to take a sip from it as the rest of you looked on curiously at him.
āWell, why not?ā you dared to ask, a million different possible reasons running through your mind.
Maybe they did something to piss Changbin off, or maybe they got into a big fight (which also made you wonder how heated fights could get over snail mail), or maybe one of their parents disapproved of the other. The possibilities were endless as you anticipated just why 8 year old Changbin wouldāve cut ties with his penpal. And maybe, you were enjoying the dramatic aspect of it a little more than you shouldāve been.
But something about the way he replied felt restrained. Maybe you were reading into it too much, but he almost sounded evasive. But, of course, you chose to ignore (suppress) it for now, watching intently as Changbin had once again shrugged, an air of nonchalance to his gestures as he met your gaze.
āJustā¦ grew out of it, I guess.ā
You huffed, memories of your own penpal making his response sting.
You donāt think you ever āgrew outā of talking to binnie. You remembered how frustrated you were when youād stopped hearing from him after he moved, and every letter youād sent to his new address had only been returned back to you. Maybe he grew out of it, but you wouldnāt have left it like that if you had a choice.
You rolled your eyes at his response, something in your response seeming to have irked Changbin.
āWhat?ā he snapped, making you hesitate just the slightest bit, deciding to bite your tongue and shake your head.
āNothing.ā Ā
Chan let out a huff of laughter through his nose next to you, shaking his head at you goodnaturedly.
āForgive us, you always seem like you have something more to say,ā Chan spoke, apparent ādamage controlā for Changbinās abrasiveness.
āWait, so, youāre really not gonna have a happy ending?ā Jisung frowned.
āWell, Changbin and I were talking about it after the meeting that day, we figured since we have time we could afford to change the script a little,ā he hummed, turning to you, āyou know, since it could be a chance to kind of send a more hopeful message like you were talking about.ā
Your eyes widened, your hand almost reaching out to touch Chanās arm but realising you were still holding your burger, āreally? Youāre open to changing it?ā
Changbinās gaze flickered momentarily to you, observing your posture, noticing how open and comfortable you seemed with Chan, the sight alone enough to make him scoff. Call him a cynic, but he couldnāt tell if this was you acting or not just to get your way.
āThere could be another meeting for you to discuss and work on the script together, but yeah, weāre alright with changing it.ā
You turned to Changbin, a hint of distrust in your stare, making him huff again, putting down his drink on the table with a little too much force.
āHe said it, not me,ā he told you, pressing his lips firmly into a tight line, āyou wanna change my script so badly? Fine. But your ideas better be worth changing it for.ā
Jisung scrunched up his nose as you turned back to Chan, not wishing to look at Changbinās face any longer, leaning over to whisper to Changbin, āyou two donāt like each other very much, do you?ā
If he was caught off guard by Jisungās statement, he didnāt show it.
Changbin shrugged, picking his drink back up, āthey started it.ā
At the sound of his accusation, your eyes narrowed, turning to glare at Changbin, thankful for Jisung nudging you under the table before you could retaliate with a comment of your own. Chan simply casting you an amused look, his eyebrows raised in a silent question of what you were about to do.
You shook your head.
Whatever, you pushed your annoyance away in your head, as long as Chan was there during the rewrite meeting, youād hopefully still be able to maintain your sanity.
Or at least, that was the hope that you were holding on to until that night when youād gotten a text from Chan.
Chan 11:17pm - hey, i gave changbin your number if you don't mind... you know, since you guys have to discuss to rewrite the script and all -
Youād almost sat up from your bed in shock, frowning against the harsh light coming from your phone and the contents of the text, the latter obviously making you more disgruntled.
11:17pm - wonāt you be discussing with us?? Why not just make a group chat??? -
Your heart was pumping with anxiousness as you awaited his reply, something about the sound of the clock ticking putting you in an even more anxious state, your heart almost sinking as texts from him and Changbin had come in at the same time.
You looked at Chanās first.
Chan 11:18pm - oh i didnāt tell you? All script writing is done by Changbin. Iām just in charge of the other elements like props and directing and whatnot -
You shut your eyes, suddenly wishing you could travel back a few seconds back in time and not have checked your phone when Chan had texted you. Bringing your fingers across your screen reluctantly as you typed a reply to him.
11:18pm - ohhh hahaha right i forgot, thanks chan -
Now for the bigger menace at hand. You swiped over to Changbinās message, your finger lingering on his chat as you decided to stop being petty and just open it.
seo changbin 11:18pm - just so you know, iām doing this only because Chan asked me to. we can go over the changes at my house. is saturday okay with you? -
You pulled your notifications bar down. Tomorrow was Friday, and from what you knew you were pretty much free on Saturday. Fortunately or unfortunately for you.
You took another deep breath as you typed out your reply to him. For your own sanity, you tried to ignore the way he felt the need to clarify that he wasnāt doing it for your sake.
11:18pm - saturdayās fine. What time?-
Resisting the urge to go offline when you saw him come online, you felt as though you were in some sort of staring contest through your phone as you watched him type, his message coming in quickly.
seo changbin 11:18pm -1? We could order in and discuss -
You sighed, it wasnāt enough that he had to take away one peaceful lunch from you today, but yet another one on Saturday.
11:19pm -okay text me your address-
Another sigh left you when you read that the address heād sent you was just a few blocks away from your apartment. Maybe he lived alone too; most of the apartments here were occupied by college students looking for affordable rent and shorter travel time.
seo changbin 11:19pm - don't be late -
You scoffed, shoving your phone back onto your bedside table as you slumped back against your pillow, burying your head into your pillow and kicking at your blanket that covered your feet uncomfortably.
Fine, if he wanted to be that way, that was fine by you. You would just do this for the sake of the short film. Yeah. Thatās all it would be.
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āLetās make this quick and painless for the both of us,ā you blurted the moment Changbin had opened his door to let you in, glad to see he was donning an outfit similar to yours (sweatpants and a t-shirt), your previous worries of being underdressed dissipating instantly.
He let out a sigh, his hand coming up to run it through his hair, his hair messy and sticking up at one place awkwardly, looking as though heād slept on that side for too long.
āHello to you too,ā he grumbled, shutting the door behind you as he gestured to the living room.
You glanced around his rather plain apartment as he led you to the living room, his laptop resting on one of the cushions of the sofa, soft music verberating from the device.
āWhat food do you want?ā he asked, earning a thoughtful frown from you as you set your things down on the floor next to the sofa, taking a seat on the other side of it.
āFastest delivery would be if we order from that Chinese food place nearby, right?ā
Changbinās eyebrows quirked up in intrigue, āI was thinking of that place too,ā he handed you his phone, letting you order what you wanted before handing it back to him.
It was otherwise silent between the both of you as you waited for the food to arrive, neither of you quite knowing how to break the silence. The tension slowly made you grow increasingly fidgety as time passed.
Changbin had sat down on the floor next to the coffee table, resting one hand on his soft rug as he pushed a stack of papers towards you, drawing your attention away from your soft copy of the script on your phone as you realised it was a hard copy of the script.
āJust use this, iāve got a copy on my laptop,ā he mumbled, making you nod, accepting it from him as you flipped to where you left off.
Changbin glanced at the clock, in disbelief that only 10 minutes had passed and yet he found himself feeling jittery at your silence. Turning his gaze towards you, he let out a small sigh.
He had expected you to say something by now, or let out some snarky comment about something he wrote. Your silence was unnerving him, it was almost as if he wanted you to say something, especially with the way you were scribbling notes beside the pages with a mechanical pencil he didnāt even recall seeing you take out.
āWhich scene are you at?ā he blurted, his anxiousness getting the better of him, making your head shoot up abruptly, surprised at his sudden outburst.
āUh,ā you glanced back down at the page, āIām at the part where they find out they used to be penpals,ā you told him.
āOkay,ā Changbin murmured, thinking about where to go from there, momentarily distracted when heād heard the doorbell ring. Pausing, heād stepped out momentarily to retrieve your food, the rustling of bags getting louder as he neared the table.
Setting the food down on the table, surprising you when heād pushed the food towards you, your surprise hadnāt gone unnoticed by Changbin.
āWhat?ā he scoffed.
You shrugged, ānothing, just didnāt know you were capable of doing nice things,ā you told him, a sarcastic lilt to your tone.
Changbin inhaled deeply, shooting you a patronizing smile as he broke his chopsticks, āanyway, I think we could start from there, since thatās kind of the turning point of their relationship.ā
You nodded, pulling your food towards you as you began to eat.
āI was thinking,ā you spoke, pausing to chew on your food, āthis part has a lot of unanswered questions, likeā¦ I wouldnāt just let it go so easily if I found out someone was my penpal that I grew apart from. I felt like they shouldāve had a bit more of a confrontation there.ā
Changbin hummed, shocking you when heād leant closer to you to look at the script, making you push it towards him, a small huff leaving him at your action.
āWhat questions do you think Penny would ask, then?ā he asked you.
āI donāt know, maybe why they stopped talking in the first place?ā there was a hint of sarcasm in your tone, making Changbin look at you over his mouthful of noodles.
āI told you already, Soobin grew out of itāā
You grimaced at his answer, your chopsticks halting before your mouth momentarily before you shovelled your noodles in with annoyance, āI donāt believe that.ā
āI used to have a penpal, and I can guarantee you, the reason why we stopped talking wasnāt because we āgrew out of itā,ā you told him pointedly, having to stop yourself from growing too riled up about it, Changbin tensing up at your revelation.
Bringing his glass of water to his lips, he let his gaze wander around everything but you as he thought, curious as to what your penpal experience was like. Finally meeting your gaze, he almost sputtered over his water with how much he wasnāt paying attention to his actions, the only thing on his mind being to get his words out.
āYou did?ā It was pathetic, really, that that was all heād come up with after such a long pause.
You nodded.
āYeah, but it doesnāt matter, the story isnāt based on my penpal, itās based on yours,ā you attempted to draw the attention away from you, unsettling feelings of sourness building within you at the thought of how you left things.
āSo, think. What would you be curious about?ā you prompted him, seeing him purse his lips, a certain dazed look tinting his gaze.
Swallowing his mouthful of food, he looked at you as he thought. He would want to know if they were still passionate about acting, he would want to know how their family was doing, he would want to know if their personality had changed, if they were still the assertive āgo after what you wantā character that had encouraged him so much. Or maybe, just how they are.
Changbinās lips parted, shaking his head slowly, ā... so many things,ā he murmured.
An unexpected tension fell between the both of you, Changbinās eyes meeting yours with a sort of unspeakable thoughtfulness, as if he was still thinking about your question.
You broke eye contact first, āwrite that, then. Who knows? Maybe theyāre both as curious as the other.ā
āYouāre one of those glass half full people, arenāt you?ā he huffed, making you click your tongue in annoyance.
āAnd what? You have no glass at all?ā you retorted.
āWould you still beā¦ curious too? Even If it didnāt end well?ā he asked suddenly, a stupid question, Changbin thought, but still something he felt compelled to ask in the moment, as if he wanted the confirmation that you, someone with a penpal experience as well had shared the same sentiments as him.
You nodded, āof course Iād be. I could hate you and still be curious about you,ā you shrugged.
āMe?ā Changbin asked, making your eyes widen, the tension dissipating slightly as you shook your head vigorously, your hands coming up to wave at him dismissively.
āNo no, not you. I meant-ā you stopped yourself, glaring at him, āI just meant it as an example.ā
And for what you were sure was the first time, Changbin had laughed, beginning to feel a bit more comfortable around you, his eyes forming narrow slits and the apples of his cheeks rounding slightly as he grinned, soft breathy giggles leaving him.
āAlright, I get it. Itās not a secret that you donāt like me.ā
You huffed, not being able to help but feel the need to reassure him, āyouāre notā¦ that bad I guess. Jisung talks you up all the time.ā you said, unsure why you felt the need to reassure him that you didnāt have a burning hatred for him, āyouāre just stubborn as hell.ā
He scoffed, āI could say the same about you.ā
You quirked an eyebrow at him, reaching over to flip the page, āglad to know weāre on the same page, then.ā
āNow that you said it,ā Changbin began, moving on quickly from your bickering as he shoved his empty food packaging aside, āI do think Soobin would be curious about the things they talked about in their letters.ā
You perked up at that, eyebrows raising, āThat reminded me, I actually still have some of the letters from my penpal when we were younger, if you want I can loan them to you for some inspiration or something.ā
Changbin nodded, flipping over to another page before pausing to type something on his computer, āyeah, actually that would be useful.ā
You continued to look at the script for what had become hours, the both of you deciding it would be easier if you each assumed one of the characterās voices, speaking on behalf of the characters as you discussed. Coming up with a āwhat would soobin/penny do?ā process.
All the while during this discussion, Changbin had been scribbling down in his beaten up journal, the sides of the spine of the book peeling off when heād set it down on the table, making you grimace.
āDo you think Peāā
āWhy donāt you just get a new journal? This oneās making such a mess,ā you blurted out, frowning at the way the little brittle pieces of God knows what material covered his notebook had fallen onto the coffee table, making him tear his gaze away from what he was writing, looking at the mess on the coffee table you were gesturing at and letting out an amused huff.
āOh, didnāt notice,ā he smiled, ābut that wonāt be necessary, this journalās been serving me fine.ā
āItās literally falling apart,ā you pointed out.
āAnd youāre literally exaggerating.ā
You scoffed.
āI mean, look at it, itās such a hassle to use, since you have to keep cleaning up whenever you do so much as touch it,ā you reasoned, seeing him shake his head.
āI donāt need a new journal, Iām perfectly fine using this one,ā he told you, making you scrunch your nose up in distaste, Changbin looking at you with amusement heavily laden in his smile.
It seemed that there was something about the hours of bouncing off ideas and bickering that warmed the both of you up more, not feeling as wound up or hostile towards each other as you did a few hours ago, bonding over a shared want for the short film to be good.
āWhat?ā he asked, leaning back against the sofa and resting his arm on one of the cushions, his other hand grasping his fingers as he awaited your response.
āYou sound exactly like my mom,ā you had a sour look on your face, continuing, āI bet youāre one of those needs versus wants people.ā You huffed in amusement, shifting in your seat as you flipped through the scene you were about to discuss.
Changbinās lips parted in shock, a breathy huff leaving him, āand whatās that supposed to mean?ā
You shrugged, āYou know, those people that decide on buying things through the concept of needing it or not.ā
Changbin rolled his eyes, āyeah, like any other normal person.ā
āItās so boring! Ever heard of the concept of treating yourself?ā you huffed, gesturing wildly. You were clearly very passionate about this.
Changbin shook his head, the smile lingering on his face, āIām starting to understand why youāre Jisungās friend. Sure, a treat once in a while is understandable, but iād rather not waste my money on things I could do without.ā
You huffed, a deep sigh leaving you, recalling a conversation you had with Binnie about his scooter.
āWhatās up with boys and this need versus want thing? My penpal said the same thing even though he was only eight,ā you mumbled, a small breath of laughter leaving your lips, leaving Changbin frowning at your statement.
Maybe other kids just talked about the same things he did with Y/N? He brushed the thought aside.
āHe did?ā
Changbinās voice came out more hoarse than heād intended, the intent in his stare making you falter momentarily, forgetting what you were doing just for a second.
Thankfully, youād snapped out of whatever trance you were in, shaking your head dismissively, ānothing, it doesnāt matter.ā
Changbin tilted his head at you, narrowing his eyes as he contemplated whether to pursue it or not, watching closely as you busied yourself with flipping pages just to look busy, even though the inside of your mind was spinning with an indescribable feeling that came with convincing yourself that the drift between you and your penpal was merely circumstantial.
You chewed on your lip, hating the way it felt as though your stomach was churning as you remembered the disappointment you felt when your letters had stopped getting sent through.
You were young, surely you shouldnāt blame yourself, you believed that. Your finger fiddled with the corner of the page, staring at Soobinās dialogue.
āDid our conversations even mean anything to you?ā the dialogue read, and you inhaled deeply as your head lifted to look at Changbin, your abrupt movement almost making him flinch in surprise.
āWhy did you really stop talking to your penpal?ā you sighed, curiosity getting the better of you. Though at this point you werenāt sure if it was curiosity or simply reassurance. Maybe even closure. All of which you needed to satisfy.
Changbin knew you werenāt going to accept his āgrew out of itā statement for an answer, deciding to be honest with you, you know, for the sake of the short film.
āI justā¦ stopped hearing from them,ā he began, heaving a sigh of his own as he shifted in his seat, picking at the imaginary dust on his sweatpants, āguess they had nothing to say.ā
You couldnāt lie about it, you felt relieved. A part of you began to understand why heād painted Pennyās character out to be like that, or furthermore why Soobin had seemed so affected by the revelation.
āNothing to sayā¦ā you echoed, as if trying to wrap your head around his reasoning as well.
A small huff of amusement left him, though there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
āI wouldnāt have minded, you know.ā
He took his lower lip between his teeth, letting it go and you watched as the blood rushed back into his lips, looking redder than before.
Your eyebrows knit into a frown, āWouldnāt have minded what?ā
Changbin met your gaze, giving you a resigned shrug, āhearing it,ā he continued, ānothing, everything.ā
You could almost feel your heartbeat slowing down, the tense silence returning in the room and making you feel like you couldnāt breathe. Now that was some dialogue.
āOh,ā you broke the silence, your blank expression reading pure shock, your reaction catching Changbin off guard, āwrite that down, thatās such a Soobin thing to say.ā
Changbin couldnāt do anything but laugh, shaking his head at you, āhow opportunistic of you,ā he teased, though he wrote it down nonetheless.
Maybe you being here was good, Changbin thought, it reminded him not to take himself too seriously sometimes.
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To: Binnie
How are you?
I hope you are not still sad about your friends. I would tell you not to listen to them but i know thatās difficult sometimes because you can hear everything they say. But they were being very mean so they are not nice people. I donāt agree with what they said, because i think you are very nice and you have a nice smile. I donāt think you are scary. Sometimes my mom tells me i should smile more so people think iām happy but I think you should just smile if you are happy. If you are sad then you can be sad. It is not a bad thing. Iām your friend because youāre nice to me and I like talking to you. If theyāre going to be mean to you then theyāre not your friends. If they do that to you again you can tell me their address and I will go and tell them myself!
Till next time, Your penpal Y/N
Youād shown up on the filming set on the first day absolutely buzzing from head to toe and ready to go (though, when you told Jisung about how you felt heād insisted it was because of the lack of substantial sleep and the cans of energy drink youād both drank the night before while he was helping you prepare your lines), but it seemed that everyone on the set was more tense than ever.
You found Hyunjin huddled with a few of them next to the sound cart, deciding to approach them to ask where Changbin was, having bought a coffee for him along the way.
āHey,ā you called, Hyunjin jumping in shock as he turned, his hand over his heart as he winced at you.
āWhy do you move so quietly!ā he groaned, making you dismiss him with a wave.Ā
āDid something happen? You guys look stressed,ā you took a step towards them, possible reasons fluttering around in your mind but none seeming quite appropriate for the context you were in. Maybe the semesterās GPA results were out?
āWhatever, do you guys know where I can find Changbin?ā The boy next to Hyunjin, a freshman by the name of Jeongin had sucked in a sharp breath at your question, making you grow even more confused.
āHeāsā¦ a little tense these days, so Iād suggest being a more careful around him,ā Chan explained, earning nods of agreement from the film club members.
Your eyebrows raised, confusion showing in a slight pout on your lips. You didnāt remember him behaving out of the ordinary when youād seen him the day before.
āWhereād he go?ā
āHeās over there,ā Chan pointed towards where the camera was set up and true enough, you saw Changbin seated at a bench there busying himself with his phone.
Nodding, youād made your way over to Changbin, discomfort growing within you at the stares you were getting from the club members (some of which you didnāt even know the names of) as you made your way towards the blonde haired boy. It was a wonder why they all avoided him like the plague.
Changbin seemed to have sensed your presence, looking up from his phone and giving you a small wave as you reached the bench, sitting down next to him and holding out his cup of coffee.
Accepting it gratefully, heād given you a nod.
āThanks,ā he glanced at your hands, āyou didnāt get one for yourself?ā
You let out a small burst of chuckles, ānope, figured it wasnāt the most logical thing to do since iām already pretty alert from last nightās energy drinks.ā
Changbin sucked in a sharp breath, clicking his tongue in teasing disapproval, āI figured as much, Jisung was way too hyper when I met him at the studio.ā
Your expression was sheepish, āIād say I was sorry but it was... important.ā
Changbin huffed, āItās alright, as long as youāre taking care of yourself.ā
Before you could react to his statement, Changbin had acted as though he hadnāt said anything, an amused smile playing at his lips as he tore his gaze away from you, looking forward as he took a sip from his cup, āready to film today?ā
You nodded, regaining your bearings, trying not to think too much of his words.
āPretty much, you?ā
Changbin nodded, āyeah, even though we still have a little bit of the script left, I would say iām pretty confident.ā
You glanced behind Changbin, spotting Hyunjin looking at the both of you with sheer disbelief, making you roll your eyes, turning back to Changbin, angling your body on the bench so you could hug your knees to your chest, looking at him curiously.
āAre you feeling okay?ā
He nodded, looking at you with confusion written in his features, clasping his hands around his coffee cup as he rested his hands on his lap, āyeah, why wouldnāt I be?ā Ā
Maybe it was just his resting bitch face.
āSmile,ā you commanded, nodding your head when heād looked even more confused.
You watched in amusement as Changbin had laughed, shaking his head before looking at you with an all too sarcastic smile, his hand coming up in a peace sign next to his cheek, a smile unknowingly making its way onto your face at the sight.
āOkay now, donāt smile,ā you continued.
Changbin had let his smile fall, looking just the same as he did when youād shown up, making you press your lips into a firm line, a slight knit in your brows as your eyes narrowed.
Turning his head, he straightened up.
āCool, Minhoās here,ā he said, getting up and holding a hand out to help you up.
āThanks,ā you muttered, not expecting him to turn around and give you a smile.
āLetās go, Penny.ā
It was strange to you that there was something that felt so familiar about his smile, it reminded you of something that made you feel nostalgic. You liked seeing him smile. Changbin had a nice smile.
You brushed the thought away, nodding as you took his hand, letting him help you out.
āWhat, so you guys donāt hate each other anymore?ā Jisung groaned later on that same week when youād told him about the exchange you had.
He lifted his head from where he lay on your bed, āGod, with you guys itās like everydayās something different.ā
You quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement, āwellā¦ thatās because it is, isnāt it?ā
You spotted the box of letters from your childhood penpal hidden beneath a stack of novels you had yet to unpack, your eyes glistening with triumph as you reached into your storage closet, fishing it out with a grunt.
āCome to think of it, Changbin hasnāt said anything about you since that day you met him to rewrite the script,ā he murmured thoughtfully.
Heaving a sigh as you got up from your squat, you closed your closet, āwhich day? We met up a few times for the script.ā
Jisung perked up at that, sitting up slightly and supporting his weight with his elbows.
āYou did? Why am I only finding out about this now?ā he scoffed.
You rolled your eyes, walking over to your desk to set the box onto it, āI told you about it, you just forgot.ā
Making your way over to the bed, you flopped down onto your belly next to Jisung, looking at him curiously as he frowned at you. His mention of Changbin had made you curious.
āHeā¦ really hasnāt said anything about me?ā you dared to ask, regretting it almost immediately when Jisung had taken the opportunity to twist your words.
Jisungās expression had changed to one that you were all too used to, how his eyes would give away that he was thinking of saying something to tease you, his lips curving into a slight smirk.
āWhy? Do you want him to be talking about you?ā
You wrinkled your nose, a small panicked scoff leaving you, āyeah, right. Donāt get too carried away there.ā
Jisung prodded further, leaning closer to you as he drawled, āwell, why not? I mean, you said it yourself, you guys are on pretty good terms now, arenāt you?ā
You purse your lips. The film club had been nice enough to give you a month longer to work on the script, you and Changbin ending up getting carried away and doing the whole thing over. And of course, within that month, you interacted with Changbin in some way or another almost everyday.
It could be meetings at his or your apartment, or spontaneous phone calls when one of you thought of an idea and youād felt inspired to discuss it (even if you were on your bed tucked into your sheets when it happened most of the time), sometimes it was even just simple texts checking up on each other and asking what the other thought about the updates.
Nonetheless, youād grown used to Changbinās presence, finding that after that meeting at his house, it was like it had softened the both of you up to each other, especially when you realised your perception of Changbin was all wrong and that really, he was as soft as softies go.
You gave Jisung a shrug, tugging the neckline of your shirt down, feeling as though the room had gotten hotter, āI mean, yeah, I guess. He doesnāt annoy me as much as he used to.ā
Jisung let out a chuckle, the laugh bubbling out louder as he continued.
āYou know if you tell me you like him now, Ā I wonāt make fun of you.ā
āYouāre lying.ā
āSo, you do like him?ā His grin widened, making you sputter for a better response, figuring youād dug your own grave with that one.
āDonāt stir shit,ā you narrowed your eyes at him.
Your reaction had only tickled him even more, clutching his belly as he sighed, āI knew it. Remember? I told you he was your type!ā his tone was triumphant, making you regret fuelling his suspicions.
āYeah, Iām sure youāre very happy about that,ā you huffed, turning away from him and burying your face in your soft sheets, your hand coming up next to your head to smooth over the fabric.
You felt Jisungās hand on your arm, his expression grim.
āWait, so am I really right? You like him?ā
You shrugged his hand away, though he hadnāt budged, giving up soon after.
āI mean,ā you enjoyed your last moment of peace before you decided to reply to him, āheās cute, I wonāt deny that. And heās become a lot nicer to meā¦ heās fun to talk to? Iād be lying if I said I wasnāt a little attracted to him.ā
Jisung snickered, āthatās cute, but gross. I canāt believe you like Changbin.ā
Trust him to only get that out of whatever youād just told him.
You turned to give him a wide-eyed look of disbelief, āoh, please, you were the one that kept fluffing him up to me!ā
Jisung had simply shrugged, unfazed by your outburst, a small sound of hesitation leaving him.
āI would say I did a minimal amount of fluffing. I just called it before the both of you realised.ā
You grit your teeth, āfine, enjoy your moment. But one word about it to Changbin and youāre dead. Got it?ā
Jisungās eyes widened, his hand coming up to mimic zipping up his lips.
āGot it.ā
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āCut!ā
You turned to cast a desperate look to Chan, the said boy looking apologetic as he called for a stop again. You watched as he leant down for Changbin to murmur something in his ear, Chan nodding before making his way over to you and Minho.
āWeāre thinking maybe you could try that scene again but maybe with just a little moreā¦ in the moment? Maybe try not to rush through it,ā Chan suggested to Minho, making the said boy groan.
āSorry, itās my fault. Itās just- weāve been filming for hours, if I wasnāt so scared of Changbin I wouldāveāā
āI know,ā Chan reassured Minho, giving the both of you a small smile, āhopefully we can get this scene done quickly and then weāll all be free to go, hmm?ā
You nodded, letting Chan make his way back to where the monitor was as you got back into position with Minho.
Changbin watched intently as you and Minho acted out the scene again, something about the way Minho was delivering his lines seeming so unaligned with the picture Changbin had in his head. Was it the lines that weren't doing it for him? Was it because Changbin couldnāt quite tap into the emotions of the character in this scene?
He wasnāt sure what exactly it would look or sound like to be in love, but whatever āSoobinā was showing, sure wasnāt what Changbin wanted it to be.
After youād finished the scene, the film club members had waited anxiously for Changbinās greenlight on whether they were free to go, all of them anxiously looking on as Chan went to talk to a few of them at props.
You taken the liberty of making your way over to where Changbin was, seeing him intently monitoring the scene that youād just shot, the reason behind why heād made you and Minho run through the same scene 15 times starting to become clear to you.
āThatās not gonna help you make it better, you know?ā you spoke, shoving your hands into your pocket and scrunching your eyes shut as you braced against the cool wind that was blowing your way, the trees rustling loudly as Changbinās head shot up, the frown remaining on his face.
āWhat?ā Changbin figured he came off as a little too annoyed, but he stayed unwavering nonetheless, wanting to know just what you thought you knew about him.
āYou know, I watched an interview once, and this actor said something that was so true,ā you began, taking a seat next to him, feeling his gaze on you before you continued, your gaze falling on the image of you and Minho on the monitor, āhe said that playback makes scenes seem a lot more dissatisfactory.ā
Changbinās frown deepened, āI donāt get it, just spit it out.ā
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnāt help but smile, āIām trying to give you advice here, okay? As I was saying, be in the moment. Not everythingās gonna turn out like how it is in your head.ā
You inhaled deeply, a slight shiver running down your spine at how cold you felt, taking a hand out of your pocket to tap him on the arm.
āNow can you wrap it up and call it a day? The rest of them have been dying to go home but theyāre too scared to tell you.ā
Changbin hummed, āThey are? Why?ā
You nodded, seeing Changbin already making to stand up and call for the restās attention, with you taking the opportunity to lean over to him and mutter, āDunno, maybe they just havenāt figured out what a softie you are yet.ā
Changbin attempted to press his lips together firmly to contain his smile, though eventually giving up and letting the soft smile be shown on his face as he dismissed the club members, the rest of them already having started shifting their equipment back.
Youād decided to help them shift the equipment while Changbin talked to Chan about something, trying your best to ignore the way the weather seemed to be getting chillier as all the equipment had started feeling cold to the touch. Mental note to start wearing warmer clothes out after today.
āThanks for convincing Changbin to free us,ā Hyunjin sighed when you were coming down the stairs after locking the club room, making you huff.
āHeās not some dictator, you know. You guys could just ask him next time,ā you reasoned.
Hyunjin scoffed, āIād much rather keep my life, thank you very much.ā
Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your phone as you thought whether to text Jisung if heād wanted to meet for dinner.
āYouāre so dramatic,ā you told Hyunjin, āI told him and I got to keep my life.ā
Hyunjin scoffed, āthatās cause heāā
He stopped himself abruptly, eyes widening for a split second before he shrugged, āthatās cause you fight with him all the time, itās different.ā
You saw a text come in.
Changbin 8:14pm - do u wanna go get dinner? Iām done talking to Chan -
āSpeak of the devil,ā you murmured, erasing your drafted text to Jisung and replying to Changbin to say that you would wait at the quad.
Changbin 8:14pm - i was thinking of eating some cold noodles -
You grimaced at the thought, Hyunjin pulling you out of your thoughts, āare you waiting for Changbin?ā
You nodded, sensing his hesitancy to let you wait there alone, āyou go ahead, Iāll be fine, heās already on his way.ā
Hyunjin frowned, turning to see Changbin from afar already making his way over, Changbin having spotted the both of you and given Hyunjin a wave.
Waving back, Hyunjin nodded, āalright, Iāll see you.ā
Tugging your jacket tighter around yourself, you folded your arms, hoping Changbin would hurry up so you could finally go somewhere with heating.
Though once heād met up with you, you were a little confused when heād gone a completely different direction than youād expected, leading you to a traditional restaurant that served mainly soups and broths instead.
Donāt get me wrong, you were thankful for the warmth of the restaurant, of course, but just a little confused about why he changed his mind.
You let him order for the both of you, looking curiously from where you were seated facing him, leaning back in the wooden chairs as Changbin ordered from the older lady running the shop.
āI thought you wanted to eat cold noodles?ā you scanned the menu in search of the item, confusion increasing when you found nothing of the sort.
Changbin shook his head, āfigured you might wanna eat something warmer,ā he admitted, making your lips part in surprise.
āHowād you know?ā
Changbin didnāt know how to explain that it was because heād kept looking at you during shooting and he didnāt miss the way your hands would clench and unclench the fabric of your clothes, or how youād fold your arms more and shake them out in between takes when you thought no one was looking.
āā¦ Ā just a wild guess.ā
You brushed his comment aside, the both of you talking about your upcoming classes or complaining about readings that had yet to be read, the sheer boiling temperature of the stone pot making heat rush to your cheeks and spread through your body, thankful for Changbinās wild guess.
Leaning back in your seat with your hands over your stomach, you sighed at how full you were feeling, already anticipating your food coma as you let yourself zone out staring at the label of Changbinās bottle of soju.
āAre they really scared of me?ā
Youād dragged yourself out of your daze (reluctantly), your lips pursing, āsorry, what did you say?ā
Changbin averted his gaze, fiddling with his fingers under the table. Smoothing his thumb over the soft skin at his palm, his tongue poking at his canines before he looked back at you, meeting your gaze with a certain determination.
āThe film club people,ā he repeated, āare they really scared of me?ā
You shrugged, āyeah, I guess. Like, they talked about it beforeā¦ I guess itās because you have that serious expression on a lot so they might take it the wrong way.ā
Observing his expression, his lips had parted, a blank expression on his face, āI have a serious expression?ā
You couldnāt help but laugh, tilting your head at him, āI think Itās just your resting face. Theyāre kind of wary of how they act around you during meetings, you know, which is why they had that kind of reaction when I first spoke up about the script.ā
Changbin let his grip around his spoon relax, whatever rice heād scooped into it dispersing into the soup.
āThen why arenāt you scared?ā Ā
You almost snorted with how immediate your laughter had bubbled out of you, a bout of chuckles leaving you as your shoulders shook lightly.
āBecause,ā you waved your spoon slightly, āthereās nothing to be scared of.ā
Changbinās blank expression had prompted you to continue.
āI have no problem with you being assertive about what you want,ā you explained, āI mean, if it were my script, iād probably be equally, if not more, assertive about how I want it. But thatās a good thing about you. You donāt justā¦ shut up if something doesnāt sit right with you. Thatās something Iāve always thought was really important.ā
Call him crazy, but Changbin couldnāt adequately describe how your words had done more in spreading a giddy warmth in his chest than the food ever could.
He wasnāt always like this. If anything, heād wanted to say that heād pushed himself to be more assertive after countless conversations with his penpal about not being afraid to speak up for what you want.
Though heād always been scared of whether heād be doing a disservice to the people he worked with if he chose not to speak up, he was glad that you reminded him just why he started doing it in the first place.
Pennyās character in his head had started to look more and more like you. And he was glad.
āYou wanna hear something crazy?ā You blurted.
You didnāt know where you were going with this. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, really. You just knew that saying what you said to him had triggered a sense of what you could only describe as love within you. If you knew anything about it.
āWhat?ā he asked, the smile on his face making you stop in your tracks. How could he remind you so much of someone, yet seem so much like a mature, upgraded version of them at the same time?
You couldnāt possibly tell him that you were starting to be kind of glad that you didnāt meet Binnie, because you felt like you were looking at him right now. And childhood penpal or not, you were so much more smitten with the one sitting before you.
āNothing,ā you breathed, ānothing, sorry, forget I said anything.ā
Your revelation reminded you that youād brought your old letters from Binnie for Changbin to tap on for inspiration to write the last scene, shutting your mouth and turning to fish the box out of your bag.
āI just remembered, you asked for these right?ā you pushed the box towards him, seeing him pick up the box gingerly (as though it were that brittle old notebook he uses), placing it into his bag.
āIām assuming theyāre the letters from your old penpal?ā
You nodded, ābut donāt laugh when you read them, okay? He was really nice to me.ā
Changbin huffed, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips, āyeah, yeah, no promises.ā
After you were done with your dinner (Changbin paying for it as a supposed āthank youā for being patient during filming), youād prepared yourself to fight against the cold night breeze as you stepped out of the restaurant before Changbin, not having expected to feel a warm weight being draped over your shoulders.
āI donāt know why you decided to come out without a coat when you know nowās usually when the weather gets colder,ā he tutted his tongue, feigning disapproval, not giving you any time to be shocked at his gesture.
He stood in front of you, tugging the coat tighter around you as he met your gaze, giving you a tired smile.
āIāll walk you back to your apartment.ā
You bit down on your lip, your racing heart and panic making the best reply you could come up with to be a mere, ādidnāt peg you to be so gentlemanly.ā
To which Changbin shrugged, a small smirk playing at his lips.
āI can be pretty romantic if I want.ā
You were gonna get whiplash at this rate.
That same night (or day, 3am was a fine line), youād received an email from Changbin of the last scene for the film, reading through it and having to stop in between for breaths and water breaks because you had no idea Changbin was capable of encompassing such romantic sentiments in a scene.
Looking at what he wrote, you would never have thought he was the same person that kept arguing with you about happy endings going to shit.
Changbin had written the scene in a burst of inspiration, having felt an almost uncomfortably foreign giddiness within him after returning home from your dinner, feeling even more motivated when heād watched the film footage theyād shot earlier that day (unconsciously rewinding more than once to watch you act) deciding to just go with whatever he was feeling and write down the scene he had in mind.
And if anyone was asking, no, he totally didnāt picture you as Penny and himself as Soobin the entire time while doing so.
By the time you were done, it was almost an hour later, the aftermath of reading his scene making you pick your phone up and send him a text.
4:02am - did something happen? Whatās with the lovey dovey script? Did someone finally change their mind about Penny? -
Not long after, Changbinās reply came in, feeling thankful that heād only decided to open your box of letters, or more accurately his letters, after he was done with the scene, something about what he found putting him in an all too thoughtful mood.
Changbin 4:04am -letās just say... i took your advice-
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āWhat do you think, Changbin?ā Chanās voice had snapped Changbin out of his daze, the latter looking at Jisung with a shrug.
āI would say youāre just short changing yourself if you didnāt talk to her. I mean, you said you liked her, right? So what are you waiting for?ā Changbin sounded almost impatient, his tone eliciting a grunt from Jisung.
āYeah, you say it like youāre not the one hiding your hopeless crush on Y/N.ā
Chanās eyes widened, not having expected Jisung to say it so blatantly.
Changbin sputtered, looking at Chan for help only to be met with giggles.
āIām sorry, dude, it was really quite easy to tell.ā
Changbin wanted the cushioned booth to swallow him whole, scrunching his eyes tightly shut in a wince.
āWhatever, thatās not the point,ā he waved Jisung off dismissively, āweāre talking about your love life here.ā
Jisung pursed his lips, shaking his head, āitās not fun anymore, I wanna talk about yours.ā
Changbin glared at Jisung, āiām not having this conversation with you.ā
āGood, ācause you should be having it with Y/N.ā
Chan raised an eyebrow at the younger boy, humming in suspicion.
āWhy do you sound like you know things...ā
Jisung shrugged, raising his hands to give a dramatic shrug, āDo I? I guess weāll never find out since Changbin āisnāt gonna have this conversation with meā.ā
Chan turned to Changbin, who currently looked as though he would rather die than be here right now, āactually, what are you waiting for?ā
Changbin brought a hand up to massage his fingers on his temples, a resigned sigh leaving him.
āI donāt know, Iāll probably not do anything until the showcase. I still donāt know how exactly I wanna go about it.ā
Jisung snickered, āyouāll be fine, seriously.ā
āYeah, whatever, Iāll just enjoy whatever time I have left to think about it till the showcase. Now back to your issueā¦ ā
But obviously, Changbin didnāt use his 3 days of buffer time very well.
He was lucky the atmosphere of the showcase and the unexpected crowd of people had prolonged the time until heād be in a situation where heād feel compelled to talk to you about it. Whatever it was.
You hadnāt noticed, obviously, the way Changbin had been keeping himself busy talking to guests and teachers that had shown up, people from the media and publications club. You were too busy being whisked away by your own friends and a already slightly tipsy Minho who thought it was a good idea to pregame drinks before the afterparty later on.
Itād only been when things started calming down and people were actually watching the film that youād been put in a position where you had no choice other than to think about the boy seated in front of you tapping his foot incessantly on the carpeted floor of the auditorium.
Once the show was over, youād leant forward, about to congratulate him when youād both been whisked up by one of the teachers-in-charge, pulling you together with Minho onto the stage to answer questions from the audience.
The questions were fairly simple, most of them from the media and publications club trying to get technical details for their article, allowing you to zone out from where you stood on the stage, letting Changbin smoothly answer all the questions they could possibly throw at him. It wasnāt like Minho was in any position to answer them, tipsy and zoned out of his mind.
It was only when youād heard him fumbling around with his words that you looked up from the spot on the wall you were staring at, turning to look at Changbin with an embarrassing amount of concern on your features.
āIām sorry can you repeat the question?ā youād spoken into the microphone, hearing someone that sounded almost identical to Jisung asking how he got inspiration from the story.
You looked at Changbin curiously, as if silently asking if he needed you to step in, only to have him look at you with a blank expression, his mouth opening and closing as he fumbled for an answer.
āOh, well, Iām sure I can answer this on behalf of Changbin,ā you began, āweād worked on the script together, and it was inspired by a lot of things, like our experiences with pen pals as well as movies like āyouāve got mailā.ā
Changbinās shoulders slumped with relief, nodding towards you as a silent thanks, the moment cut short when you were once again whisked away into different crowds to take pictures or to carpool to the afterparty.
Though you were bored 10 minutes into the party, Minho having gotten drunk before you could even get past your second drink, youād let Changbin have his fun. You figured it was a good thing that he was being recognized for his efforts, even if he didnāt look like he was enjoying the attention very much. He needed it, you supposed, to be forced to see how much people enjoyed the work he made.
But you didnāt stay to see it too long, adjourning to the porch of whoeverās house you were in to enjoy an environment away from the loud music and too many people you didnāt know.
āAlready bored?ā
Youād jumped at the sound of Changbinās voice, his footsteps loud against the wooden porch as he took a seat next to you on the swing, holding out his bottle of soda to you, ādo you want some?ā
You shook your head, seeing him shrug, āsuit yourself, then.ā He took a long sip of his soda, sighing afterwards. Ā
A tired smile on your face, you let out a deep sigh, ādidnāt expect you to find me here so quickly.ā
āHow could I not?ā he laughed, shaking his head, āIn case you didnāt notice, I was suffocating in there, figured I deserve a break.ā
āGood job, though, Iād say you handled everything wellā¦ā you started, your smile growing, ā... though there is one thingā¦ Ā I didnāt think you were the type to struggle with public speaking.ā
Changbinās lips parted in shock, scoffing, āshut up, I donāt usually.ā
āSure, you donāt,ā you teased, bringing your hands to your sides to support your weight, letting your legs lift off the ground as Changbin used his feet to move the swing gently.
You leant back in your seat, enjoying the silence you were able to get out here as compared to the chaos going on within the house, noticing how tense Changbin seemed, his posture anything but relaxed as heād let out sigh after sigh, tapping his rings against the seat of the bench absently.
āRelax,ā you chuckled, āitās already over.ā
Doing the opposite of relaxing, Changbin simply stopped moving the swing, angling his body to face you more as he fished in his blazer pocket for something, pulling out an envelope from his jacket, āI have uhā¦ something for you.ā
Holding it out for you to take, your gaze fell on the colourful envelope, the little strawberry stickers you remembered using your savings to buy as you frowned at the address written on the envelope in your old messy āprincess handwritingā.
Your gaze darted from the envelope back to him, āhow did youā¦ how do you have this?ā
āI have it,ā he began, letting out yet another sigh, ābecause you sent it to me.ā
If it could, your heart wouldāve stopped in that exact moment.
āRead it,ā he prompted when youād stayed silent, your hands moving urgently to open the envelope, your heart feeling warm when you pulled the paper out, already being able to see the āTo: Binnieā written with your favourite scented marker.
To: Binnie
How are you? Iām fine. I am writing this very late in the night because I finished my rehearsal for my school play in the evening and I just finished taking a bath. I have to be quick or my mom is gonna scold me for not sleeping yet. I wanted to tell you that you should sign up for the competition. Which is why I have to mail this to you A.S.A.P as possible because you said the sign up closes in a few days. I think that you should just try it out, even if you donāt do well. Because then at least you can say that you gave it a try and you had fun. I saw this on a tv show, and they said if you donāt try, you will never know if it will turn out well, because you didnāt try.
So Iām telling you to try!!!!! Just try your best and have fun. I think you will do well.
Till next time, Your penpal Y/N.
āSo this is meā¦ tryingā¦ it. Whatever it is,ā he sounded out of breath, almost, and your heart had begun to pick up speed at how it seemed as though this would be the time where he would confess his feelings to you (if Soobin and Penny were any guide to go by).
You shouldāve known Changbin better by now, though.
āThank youā¦ for helping me with the film. You know, for giving me crap about it because I know that that wasnāt really what I felt. I was justā¦ bitter, but for some reason, you giving me shit about it kind of reminded me why I liked being friends with my penpal- or, I guess, liked being friends with you, so much in the first place.ā he was looking at you more confidently now, straightening up as he continued.
āIt wasnāt because you gave me fake money to buy a scooter, or anything,ā he laughed, āit was more because you were someone that was friends with me for who I was? You were kind, and you were honest.ā
Changbin fiddled with the envelope in his hands as you tried your best to contain your smile.
āAnd you were especially supportive, you know, in your own argumentative way.ā
You let out a huff of breathy laughter at that, your hand coming up to touch your necklace, finding something else to fiddle with to contain your anxiousness.
āIām glad, though, that I didnāt know you were that Y/N,ā he told you, ābecause I already grew to like this Y/N so much, thatā¦ finding out was justā¦ a pleasant surprise.ā
For the first time since you saw the letter, youād spoken, a breathy, āme too,ā leaving you, embarrassing you to no end.
āIām glad it was you,ā you murmured, averting your gaze, not having expected Changbin to have reached out a hand towards yours, hovering just momentarily before making the decisive action of grasping it gently.
āMe too.ā
āSo are you gonna explain why my lettersāā
āShh,ā he shut his eyes, the smile on his face making you give in almost instantly, ādonāt ruin it.ā
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āI didnāt know people even still sent letters these days,ā Jisung snorted, sipping on his coffee that heād just gone downstairs to buy, āhere, you have one, but there's no name.ā
You frowned, picking it up and finding the handwriting of your address awfully familiar, feeling as though youād definitely seen it scribbled on a specific brittle old notebook before.
You flopped onto your bed, opening the letter as Jisung resumed playing whatever game he was busy with on your desktop computer.
Thankful for the distraction, youād quickly unfolded it, scrunching your nose at his choice of pen name.
To: my penpal Y/N
This letter may just be over a decade overdue, but I wanted to firstly say Iām sorry for making you wait so long. That letter about my film competition, that was the last oneĀ I received from you, and one of my favourites. I figured it out, by the way, I gave you the wrong address. Phonics was a very tricky thing for my eight year old stubborn self that refused to cross check with my mom.
I figured sending you a letter was best, you know, since you know I'm not the very best at public speaking, or just speaking in general sometimes, I doubt I'd be able to say as eloquently what I wanted to say to you in this letter.
I wanted to give you a few updates. Firstly, I met someone in my film club. Well, technically I auditioned them for my short film so thereās no one to blame for the trouble they caused other than me. I didnāt like them that much at the beginning. I thought they were just trying to impose their stupid happily ever after beliefs on me, someone who thought I was a big bad cynical bitter man that didnāt believe in love stories.
As you probably guessed, they challenged me (a lot), and waiting to see them started to feel like the days where I would wait to hear my mom tell me that a letter came in for me, even better actually. They reminded me of the qualities in myself that I was always afraid of showing, and they reminded me what was so good about being unapologetic for who I was sometimes, because they accepted all of that, (but not without giving me an shit about it first, of course).
But iām thankful, Iām thankful because I really grew to like them a lot. I liked how I could be comfortable being myself around her, and I liked how they would support me when I needed it, but also to correct me when I need to be corrected.
They were real, and I liked that, a lot.
So, the point of this was that if they ever happen to receive this, you know, (because I totally didnāt know your current address, obviously), I hope they know that Iāve grown to like them very much, to like the personality that iāve come to know, and that iām very excited to grow to know (and like) even more.
Iāll be seeing you, Binnie.
#changbin#seo changbin#seo changbin au#changbin au#changbin fluff#skz changbin#skz au#skz#stray kids scenarios#stray kids#stray kids au#stray kids fluff#enemies-to-lovers!changbin#on track#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#I love changbin
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okay so i always see a bunch of ridiculous aftg headcanons soooo i decided to put my hat in the ring and try it out
this is all about the foxes and their chaotic as hell groupchats
so letās imagine for a second that this series doesnāt take place in the early 2000s so smart phones existĀ
periodically the foxes have exchanged numbers with each other - obviously each of the cliques can contact each other, but then throughout that first year there are little things that cause people to give out their numbers
like at some point nicky lets it slip that heās having trouble with his stats class and out of the blue allison offers to meet up with him because sheās surprisingly like really great at math? so the two of them start up a little text chain where they just shit talk everyone and start a few random bets
and then dan gets katelynās number from one of the other vixens and the two of them initially just start texting about game details...which turns into bonding over make-up and girl talk and eventually dan starts inviting katelyn to hang out with her and the fox girls
at first renee is the only one who has everyoneās number because sheās the only one who everyone likesĀ
but then after their big win, renee just puts everyone in one massive groupchat so no one gets left out and they can all bond and itās just as chaotic as one would expect
at first everyoneās just trying to figure out whoās who, but not everyone has an iphone so all the iphone users are really pissed off at the green bubbles
aaronās the only one with an android because of course he is
he refuses to switch to an iphone even when the rest of the team BEGS him to bc heĀ ādoesnāt see the pointā
for the whole summer after neilās first year, the team keeps trying to pressure him and andrew into upgrading their phones because the team is so sick of what itās doing to the groupchat
neil doesnāt really know how it all works because heās still getting used to having a phone and having friends to text, but then everyone starts sending him emojis that donāt show up properly and his phone wonāt load any photos they send and the rest of the foxes are so FRUSTRATED bc neil doesnāt seem to notice
eventually, in a shocking turn of events, andrew gets so fed up with the chaos of everyone texting his flip phone that heās the one who gives in
he shows up at the dorm one day and just hands neil a little baggie with his new iphone
theyāre just starting to get it set up when nicky strolls in and IMMEDIATELY takes over, showing neil all about emojis and changing your phone background and saving all the fox contacts
neil is, unsurprisingly, very overwhelmed and slightly terrified, so andrew reaches over and does it all for him, and nicky just looks put out
it takes neil like six months to change any of his contacts or backgrounds or settings because he just doesnāt care
eventually he does manage to set his lockscreen to a really bad photo he took of andrew when he wasnāt paying attention
andrew notices it one day and chooses not to say anything
(he secretly loves it)
when the groupchats start heating up.......neil realizes itās kind of fun to have a smart phone because it feels like the foxes are with him all the time
after neil and andrew get iphones, the rest of the team decide to make a separate groupchat for just apple users bc no one really texts aaron regularly anyway
at first itās just a place where people drop details about practices
dan shares news from wymack and abby and then kevin starts giving orders about what the foxes can do better
and somehow that is the tipping point
because everyone hates when kevin starts talking exy
(except neil)
so everyone jumps on him and itās the perfect icebreaker
nicky is the obnoxious one who sends a ridiculous amount of emojis and gifs and reaction images (neil never knows where he finds them all) - he also sends the most tiktoks. usually ones that are super inappropriate or just plain stupid.
allison texts a lot because sheās always attached to her phone ready for the tea and sometimes sheāll send a really raunchy meme just to spice things up
neil doesnāt really know whatās going on half the time - and he never really scrolls up to see what heās missed - so if and when he does respond, itās usually just to ask clarifying questions or give a thumbs up
matt is the one who always checks in to make sure everyoneās doing okay - heāll send really encouraging texts that people like andrew shit on
one time matt sends everyone a really sweet text over the holidays about how much they mean to him....and then dan just kicks him out of the gc and goesĀ āokay enough of that bullshit i hate u guys xoxoā and andrew gives it a thumbs up
sometimes when heās bored andrew will just kick out everyone but renee and neil bc why not
kevin is the one who gets kicked out the mostĀ
sometimes itās because he texts about exy, but eventually it just becomes a running joke that theyāll kick him out randomly
like theyāll be in the middle of a conversation and then allison will just boot him out of the gc just to see what heāll do
usually when this happens kevin will just send an angry message in one of the other gcs telling neil to add him back
itās usually neil or renee who adds someone back bc they feel bad that people get left out of the gc
renee has this weird obsession with tiktok and she sends them CONSTANTLY like usually they remind her of certain teammates
sheāll send these at all hours of the night bc she has trouble sleeping and that means more time to scroll through the app from hell
and even though it gets on everyoneās nerves, no one can hate renee so they all just kind of....watch the videos and then everyoneās obsessed with tiktok
dan will send memes and things but only when theyāre like so ridiculously funny that they get the whole gc wheezing at midnight on a school night
and usually theyāre SO ridiculous that they only make sense to dan
āDan you do realize we have practice tomorrow?ā
āmatt shut up this girl is talking like MARGE SIMPSON I CANT BREATHEā
most of the foxes text without proper capitalization or punctuation butĀ matt and kevin and neil (and aaron) are all very proper with their texting
dan makes fun of matt all the time bc he doesnāt seem like the kind of person to Use Proper English but matt doesnāt understand why everyone canāt just use capitals when itās automatic (he doesnāt know how to turn it off)
neil uses proper grammar just bc it doesnāt occur to him to do anything else
andrew uses lowercase bc it reads like a monotone to him and he thinks itās ~cool~ and he also likes making kevin mad
sometimes heāll use the wrong punctuation and grammar on purpose just to get kevin to reply to his texts
eventually nicky realizes he can change the group name and the group photo so he starts the most chaotic conversation by dramatically changing it to a snapchat screenshot of neil asleep on andrewās lap and calling the gcĀ SEXY EXY BESTIES š
š¦
it stays like that for all of two minutes before kevin notices and quickly changes the name to The Foxes
and then it becomes a free for all as everyone tries to be smart and snarky and ridiculous
stans of kevinās left hand
the foxwhore court
š§”Ā Neil Josten Fanclub š§”
lifeās like a game of exyš„
periodically throughout the week someone will change the name as they see fit - normally itās something stupid but sometimes theyāll start an actual conversation by changing the group name
The Ungrateful Foxes
fuck you kevin
Guys plz be nice to Kevin
YOU KNOW, I GET ITā
The Worst Team in the NCAA
fuck you kevin
GO TO SLEEP NEIL!!!
one time after theyād spent like two weeks being called wymackās whores, andrew decided heād had enough of that so he just renamed it šš»š¦
and they do have a separate gc with wymack (they just donāt need to bother him with all their shitty commentary)
but funny enough, theyāre almost worse in the wymack gc
at first wymack tried to control everyone by kicking people out who misbehaved, but then it just kept happening until it was him, kevin and renee left and he had to let it go
now all the foxes will text him at the most random times with the most random of questions
they also have a running joke where they all call him dad
kevin hates it, but wymack secretly thinks itās hilarious and sweet
āhey dad can we get pizza after practice tomorrow???ā
ādad nickyās being a bitch can you make him run extra lapsā
āWAIT DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT WYMACK IS KEVINāS ACTUAL DAD??? *blinking man gif*ā
kevin starts leaving the gc instead of waiting to be kicked out
#should i do another one of these#this was SO FUCKING FUN#aftg#aftg headcanon#aftg hc#tfc#headcanon#mine#personal
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As You Go | Ethan Nestor
M A S T E R L I S T YouTube Masterlist
angsty smut requests infoĀ
Iāve always had a thing for Ethan. So I decided to incorporate him, hope you guys like it! If there are any other YouTubers you want me to write about lmk! I promise Iām going to start chipping away at my requests, I love you all. I had to get this out of my system, because this songĀ (and this one too) hella inspired me to write a piece based on it. also this gif is doing things to me. look at Ethan. his chest, his legs, his arms, his e v e r y t h i n g.
also I kept the smut short bc Iām not sure how people will respond to it, if you guys like it Iāll write more (much longer) Ethan smut.Ā
Mark promised to give Ethan the space he needed, but he just couldnāt help reaching out. While what happened wasnāt necessarily Markās fault, Ethanās anger was being directed at both you and Mark. The guilt that had made a home in Markās chest was enough to cripple him, and he was borderline desperate for Ethanās forgiveness. He texted, he called, he even emailed Ethan. Despite Amy advising Mark to give Ethan the space he desperately needed, he just couldnāt. In reality, it truly wasnāt Markās fault- but he still feels responsible for what you did that night. Ethan had shut himself in his house, and Mark hadnāt heard from him in nearly a week. It was killing him. It was just a mistake, it didnāt mean anything. At least it sure as hell didnāt mean anything to Mark, how could Ethan believe Mark wanted it? He has Amy- he loves Amy.Ā
āI have to go see him.ā Mark says decisively as he reaches for his car keys. But Amy reaches for them first.Ā
āHe doesnāt want to see you.ā The truth of it stings, it causes Mark to flinch.Ā
āI donāt care, he only knows what he saw.ā Mark snaps, the pain from the memory flooding back in.Ā
āAnd what he saw traumatized him Mark, you need to give him time. Heāll come around. I told Y/N the same thing.ā Amy explains, a firm look in her eyes. Mark felt emotion swell in his throat as tears misted in his eyes.Ā āThink about how he must be feeling, he trusted the two of you more than anyone else. Ethan was never worried about leaving you and Y/N alone and then-āĀ
āShe kissed me!ā Mark cried desperately, leaning against the kitchen counter.Ā āHe has to know that and I donāt think he does.ā Amy feels for Mark, she does. She knows it wasnāt his fault, but it still hurts. Itās the pain that leads Amy to protect Ethan above everyone else. The pain he must be feeling right now, Amy tears up thinking about how hurt he must be. She turns,Ā ājust leave him alone. Let him come to you.ā She then saunters off, keys in hand. The last thing he needs is Mark at his doorstep.Ā
Ethan sits curled on the couch, his knees brought up to his chest. He has so many questions, and heās too damn afraid to find out the answers. How long has that been going on? How long have you been into Mark? Was your entire relationship a lie? Were you just trying to get closer to Mark? Why didnāt Mark tell him? He should have seen it coming, why would anyone choose him when heās friends with Mark? Pretending to love him gave you the perfect opportunity to get closer to Mark. The numbness of this entire week is what Ethan was the most surprised by, he expected to cry, to scream, to break everything in sight. But he didnāt- he sat and he did nothing. Said nothing. Went nowhere, he barely even ate.Ā
Everything about that night replays in Ethanās mind. It was a late shooting for Unus Annus, and youād usually tagged along. That never bothered Ethan before. It should have.Ā
You had participated in a drinking video for Unus Annus, since Mark couldnāt drink. You didnāt want Ethan to be drunk alone, and thatās how you found yourself in the predicament you were in now. You were in Mark and Amyās spare bedroom, the room swaying slightly. The headache youād had earlier was slowly ebbing away, the alcohol and the dark room helping. The door opened, someone had said theyād bring you some Advil. Through the darkness you slid your hands onto Ethanās shoulders, he said nothing but you felt him stiffen as you did so. You giggled drunkenly when you felt him try to pry your hands off him. Why was he being so shy?Ā
āEef cāmon,ā You sighed as you pressed your body against his. You wound your hands through his dark hair, and he only pulled away further.Ā āUh- I-Iām, well Iām not-ā He was stammering, normally you never caught him so off-guard with your affection. His hands were firmly on your waist, and you could have sworn he was trying to push you away. Your brain felt hazy as you leaned into him, your lips planting firmly on his. He went completely stiff, whatās the matter with Ethan tonight? The light flicks on in the next second and you pull away from Ethan, your eyes squinting in the bright light.Ā
āWhat the hell?ā You hear Ethan say softly, his voice distant and wrought with an emotion you couldnāt identify. You looked up at the man you were pressed against and your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with...Mark.Ā āMark.ā Youād meant it to sound like a question but youāre pretty sure it sounded like a statement. You swayed back drunkenly, causing Markās hands to fly out and steady you.Ā
āEthan-ā Mark started worriedly as Ethan turned out of the spare bedroom.Ā
āWere you Mark this whole time?ā You slur, watching the panic settle in Markās eyes.Ā āWhereās Ethan?ā You ask again, pulling away from Mark. This all felt like some vivid hallucination. You collapsed onto the bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. Youāre barely conscious when you hear Amy call Ethanās name, seconds before the front door slammed.Ā
You were drunk, you didnāt mean it. Thatās what Ethan keeps saying over and over, yet he doesnāt really believe it. A few stray tears cascade down Ethanās cheeks when he hears banging on the front door. He wished whoever it was would go away, but still he drug himself to the front door and looked through the peephole.Ā
Mark.Ā
Heād been dodging Markās attempts to contact him for a week now, and Ethan knew he wouldnāt be able to avoid Mark forever. So he opened the door, to find a slightly panicked, slightly relieved Mark standing in front of him. Ethan stood in the doorway, keeping the door against his side. Mark wrung his hands together as he searched for the words to say.Ā āCan I come in?ā Itās all he can think of- he just wants a chance to explain himself. Ethan nods curtly, opening the door for Mark to enter.Ā
āWhat do you want?ā Ethan asks, trying his best to keep himself physically and emotionally distant from Mark. Mark stood in the doorway, feeling emotion steadily rising in his chest once more.Ā āI-I had no idea she would kiss me! I was just bringing her Advil, she was really drunk Ethan, she didnāt even know it was me. She thought it was you! She even said your name, it was dark in there!ā Mark huffs in one breath and Ethan doesnāt know how to respond. He nodded before turning to lean against the couch.Ā
āHonestly I donāt care how it happened Mark, that doesnāt change anything. It still happened regardless, and knowing why doesnāt make it hurt any less.ā Ethan says, his voice soft. Ethan never thought of himself as cynical, but right now he felt like all the color was draining out of the world. The betrayal he feels almost feels as though itās been branded onto him. Something he will never be able to leave behind, no matter what happens in the future, heāll never be able to forget that this happened.Ā
āIām sorry Ethan, I- I didnāt mean for this to happen.ā Mark says again, feeling panic growing in his chest. Ethan nods as he rubs a hand down his face. He turns to Mark, he wants to forgive Mark. His friendship is too valuable to Ethan to lose. He reaches out for Mark and wraps his arms around him, and he feels Mark release a breath.Ā āIām so- so sorry.ā Ethan wraps his arms around Mark tighter,Ā āI know.āĀ
Forgiving Mark felt good, it brought Ethan some respite through the hardest time in his life. But another week had passed and he still couldnāt bring himself to answer your texts or calls, or open the door when you came by. He didnāt know how he could be around you without feeling all the pain come rushing back in. You kissed Mark. But he gave Mark a chance, and he knew sooner or later heād have to give you a chance too. Thatās why he texted you, and told you to come over. Ethan felt his palms sweating, it was like he couldnāt even breathe. The seconds seemed to tick by so slowly, and while he was still so angry and hurt... he couldnāt deny how excited he was to see you again.Ā
When the doorbell rang, it was almost embarrassing how quickly Ethan was answering the door. You carefully made your inside and for a few minutes you and Ethan did nothing other than stare at each other. In an instant Ethan had reached forward and brought his lips to yours. He knew heād never be able to trust you again, he knew the relationship was over. But before you go, he needs to feel you around him one more time. He needs to feel your skin against his. You melt into him, your lips moving with his as Ethanās hand slide down your back to your legs. He tugs on your legs, signaling you to jump. Offering a little jump, Ethan wraps your legs around his waist as he presses you against the nearest wall.Ā
You moan softly as Ethan trails desperate kisses down the column of your neck, his hands resting firmly on your ass. His movements are quick, almost desperate as he gently grinds against you. You moan again as your hands tangle in his hair, this wasnāt what you were expecting when he asked you to come over. You missed him, you missed this. Ethanās lips trail back up to yours as he keeps turns and leans you down against the couch. His hands dance down your body to the waistband of your leggings, quickly yanking them down your body.Ā āGod Ethan I missed you.ā You moaned, and for a second Ethan almost forgets. He almost forgets what you did. He nearly lost himself in the tender suppleness of your skin. Ethan nearly lost himself in the heat coming from between your legs.Ā Ā
Ethan doesnāt respond as his hand delves between your legs. His fingers dancing between your folds as you desperately fumble with the buckle of his belt. Eventually you pull it through the loops, already helping him unbutton his jeans as he leans over you again. Heās going to miss your skin against his, among so many other more meaningful things. Heās going to miss how your nose scrunches up when you laugh, or how you would play with his hair when he was stressed. Most of all heās going to miss how safe he felt when he was with you, heāll never feel like that with you again. You destroyed any sense of security he ever felt with you the second you pressed your lips against Markās. Once his jeans were around his ankles, Ethan kicked them off before slowly pressing his head into you.Ā
He pulls you up against his chest, his head pressed into your neck as he slowly slides into you inch by inch. You hold desperately to him, moaning softly against his clothed shoulder as he gently stretches you open. You wind your legs around his waist as he slides out slowly before bottoming out again. Ethan sets a slow and steady pace, his breath fanning against your neck and your eyes are screwed shut as Ethan slowly pushes into you again and again. The pleasure building inside you is overwhelming and soon youāre panting against Ethan as he picks up his pace only slightly.Ā Ethan drives into you again and again until you feel that winding coil inside you snap and you cum hard around him. Ethan offers a few more forceful thrusts before cumming into you, thank god for birth control.Ā Ā
Ethan is silent after he pulls out, and thereās a somber look on his face. You try to reach up to cup his cheek in your palm but he turns away from you. You lean up on your elbows, watching as he pulls his jeans back up.Ā āI canāt trust you. Maybe itās selfish of me but I just needed to feel you one last time.ā Your eyebrows furrow together as your heart breaks in your chest. Is Ethan...breaking up with you? You quickly pull your leggings up,Ā āEthan...Iām sorry I am.āĀ
āI know, but I canāt be in a relationship with no trust.ā He says finally, his tone firm. You feel tears in your eyes as you stand.Ā
āBut I love you.ā You whisper and Ethan turns to you with tears in his eyes.Ā
āI love you, but I canāt do this.ā He says again, before turning and heading up the stairs, taking your heart with him as he goes.Ā
#ethan nestor#ethan nestor imagine#crankgameplays imagine#crankgameplays#crankgameplays smut#youtuber#youtube smut#Smut#ethan nestor smut#goodbye sex#breakup sex
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Orbital Station Scene Analysis: Part 3
Lmao here we go again. Ready to fall even deeper down the rabbit hole that is this scene with me!? This one scene functions simultaneously as my source of joy and depression and I watch it more than I would care to admit. So, naturally, I have even more to say about it! Itās going to be long. Sorry.
Part 1-Ā https://tearblossom.tumblr.com/post/645095661644251136/scene-analysis-this-is-just-what-i-personally-feel
Part 2-Ā https://tearblossom.tumblr.com/post/645776311115186176/i-was-thinking-some-more-about-the-final-scene
In this one, Iāll be going into more detail explaining the emotional mask that I believe Takemura is trying so desperately to keep on during this scene (and undeniably fails at several times, with it coming off entirely upon the scene reaching a certain pivotal moment) and also pointing out the instances that I feel the mask slips occur. Honestly, itās pretty easy to tell for reasons that I will explain. Iām going to reiterate the fact that I am not a facial expression/body language expert. This is just one human being looking at another human being and trying to figure them out. This is just my personal interpretation of this scene. Prepare yourself for many, many screenshots and gifs. Also, I will be using the same video sources as the other two posts because I donāt have my own footage.Ā
https://youtu.be/ra-Ij1KU8r4
https://youtu.be/PUmQqVOq5oY
I failed to mention before the reason that Takemura even had to put up the cruel facade in the first place because I didnāt want to state the obvious and insult everyoneās intelligence. We all know the reason but Iāll just say it here anyway: Arasaka.Ā
Arasaka is listening to Takemuraās every word so he literally cannot say shit to V that would hint at any sort of affection for him/her and absolutely nothing that would indicate any growing uncertainty in said corporation. Words mean nothing here. He has to speak through his eyes and expressions because that is all he has to offer, the only cards he has to play. That is why the meaning of this scene can be so easily missed and flies over so many peopleās heads. I do not fault anyone that may have missed this on a first playthrough or even those that are still unaware of it whatsoever because Takemura is very, very convincing at first (his face becomes an open book once the contract gets brought out but weāll get into that later) and besides, to truly understand something that involves emotions as complex as these caused by equally as complex reasons or anything involving subtext really, takes multiple viewings to truly appreciate.
In summary, what I believe is happening here is that during the entire scene up until the contract gets brought out, his mental state is constantly teetering on the edge of a cliff so to speak. He is trying so hard to fight his sentimentality and control his emotional responses not only to Vās misery and pain but also his own wavering faith in Arasaka because they are watching, listening, and monitoring. And he succeeds extremely well at first but it gets harder and harder for him to maintain the mask. The closer he physically gets to V, the harder it is to pretend, to hide. His eyes alone betray him on several occasions but eventually the whole facade just crumbles and he falls. And when the contract comes into play is when he truly, honestly looks at V and the communication through his eyes really begins.
Here is the key thing- it is the most important visual clue to understanding when things happen: When Takemura is feeling any doubt or his emotions begin to overwhelm him or he fears that they might, he promptly averts his eyes to get himself under control and readjusts the mask that has slipped.Ā
He looks away from V during these moments!
(Just to clarify, I donāt think that every single moment in the scene that he looks away from V has this deeper meaning behind it. When people talk itās completely natural for them to turn their heads, avert their eyes to look at other things, etc. These are just some moments that particularly stood out to me as signs pointing to my little theory.)Ā
Okay...letās start deciphering this conflicted, broken mess of a man.
Scene starts. Takemura is fiddling with the Rubikās Cube. He puts it down. Expression cold as ice.
mask on full display in all of itās glory
They talk about Saburo being back in the body of his son and have this exchange of words:
V: āSaw Saburo Arasakaās back. In Yorinobuās body.ā
Goro: āYes. Justice has been done.ā
And then it happens for the first time...
(Could this be...doubt perhaps? Has justice really been done?)
Moving on-Ā he walks over to stand behind the chair across from V, telling them of their imminent death.
Goro:Ā āI will be blunt - the surgery did not help. You will be dead before winter.ā
And then he proceeds to make this face immediately after...
(Lovely, isnāt it? Just full of sympathy. His mask game is strong. But donļæ½ļæ½ļæ½t worry though because V wins in the end BIG TIME.)
Understandably, V gets very upset upon hearing this news.
V: āHow... howās that possible? Arasakaās got the best and the brightest.ā
And then something happens again. Whatever could it be, I wonder!
But wait, thereās more!
(He couldnāt even wait until he finished talking before looking away! Itās getting more difficult for him to look at V with a straight face every second! Also, his expression here is the most broken looking yet.) :(
He must not reveal what is hidden behind this emotional wall that heās worked so hard to build up specifically for this meeting because the room they are speaking in may just as well be made of glass with Arasakaās unrelenting gaze, an ever-present entity, on the other side of it. He will do so soon though, when he offers V salvation. The contract raises the stakes. The rules change. He feels the wall breaking and there isnāt anything he can do about it and he knows it.
ITāS CHAIR TIME, CHOOMS!
He looks away another 6Ā TIMES! Leaning more and more overĀ that edge.Ā Feast your eyes...
ITāS CONTRACT TIME, BABY!
Oh, shit!
Itās happening!!
He does look away here but thereās no mask on when he looks back...only despair.
Itās gone.
TO SIGN OR NOT TO SIGN
The disguise is off now. From this point onward, Takemura looks at V with his true feelings on display. This is where the ability to read the emotion portrayed solely through oneās eyes really comes into play because even though heās not trying to hide anything anymore, he still canāt say what he really wants to say. We have to feel it through his expressions. His thoughts are so loud during these final moments of the scene that we donāt even need words to know what heās saying.Ā Ā
REFUSE TO SIGN
SIGN
HOLY GRAIL MOMENT!
(Iām literally going to copy and paste what I have in my part 2 analysis about this section because I explained my thoughts on it about as well as I am able to there and have nothing else to add. My apologies for repeating myself but I feel the exact same way about it so it still applies here.)Ā
These reactions make perfect sense because weāve always known that he cares deeply for V and never stopped. He just couldnāt hide it! But even with this treasure trove of emotional mask slips and unintentional displays of affection, I still wasnāt sure exactly how deeply he cared for V. In other words- if he was actually in love with V or not.
Is he already in love or is he still in the process of falling in love? Is it just a friendly love? (hell no! I knew that was definitely not the case but I still had to ask just so I could cross it off the list!)
And then the two of them walked to the door and said their parting words.
V: āGonna see each other again?ā
Goro: āI believe we will.ā
V: āSoā¦ see you.ā
Goro: āVisit me in Kagawa - I will show you what is real food.ā
And thenā¦
he proceeded to make these facesā¦
HOLY
SHIT!
(The mask isnāt just gone now- itās burned, splintered, shattered, exploded in a million pieces, disintegrated!)
This man just had the biggest revelation of his entire life: the realization that he is in love with V. These are looks of love and I will not be convinced otherwise. Iām not a facial expression expert or anything, only stating my humble opinions here, but are you seeing this!?
He realizes the truth and it catches him so off guard that he has to look away. He contemplates these newfound feelings and tries to sort them out in the few seconds that he has left with V. And he does. He accepts them. He welcomes them. The gentle, knowing look he gives V when he looks back at them is saying just this.
He also knows that he is now fucked because his love for V is going to complicate things so much more than they already were. Now that he is fully aware that he is in love, these feelings are going to directly conflict with his duties to Arasaka later if a situation arises that places V and Arasaka on opposing sides and I think we all know that is most definitely going to happen at some point.
And now he has to see the love of his life die and just leave this place and go on with his day. Damn. This is turning into one of the saddest love stories Iāve ever seen. Something major is going to happen in the dlc that is going to force his hand one way or another: V or Arasaka? I hope that Arasaka somehow fucks up so bad that it makes his choice easier but my heart breaks imagining the amount of conflict and torment that await him.
The Beginning and The End
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Ateez: They Get Jealous When You're Close With Another Member
Kim Hongjoong:
Out of all the members, you seemed to have bonded with Seonghwa the most. You both had a weird obsession with organization and cleanliness. Hongjoong didn't mind at first, after all, you were friends with all of them. But he didn't want to simply be your friend. He wanted to be yours and vice versa.
Looking over at you one day, he decided he needed to take action. You were currently in the kitchen with Seonghwa, laughing and talking while preparing dinner. He came inside and offered to help you two. Normally, he'd just quietly watch you two, to nervous to say anything. But he realized if he wanted to get closer to you, he needed to make himself more known. Which is why he joined in your conversation, being more talkative than usual, which surprised you.
Seonghwa could sense what was going on and wanting to support his friend, he started talking less, letting you two talk more. Eventually he walked out of the kitchen unbeknownst to you, but he made sure to give a thumbs up to Hongjoong before going to his room. Hongjoong used the opportunity to be more bold and flirty with you, saying cheesy things or brushing his fingers against yours very faintly. He wouldn't confess right then and there to you, but he was definitely making progress. His goal was you and there was nothing stopping him from achieving it.
Park Seonghwa:
Seonghwa usually tried to keep his jealousy low. After all, you've only been dating for a couple of weeks. Still, sometimes he couldn't help but feel a knot in his throat when you were playing with his members, or more specifically, Yunho. He knew he had nothing to worry about. You only saw Yunho as a brother and the little affections he showed you were completely innocent.
Still.....one day he couldn't handle it. Walking up behind the taller male, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders and looked back and forth between you two.
"Yunho-shii, I know you don't mean anything bad, but please tone it down with the affection towards Y/N. Got it?" His voice was calm, but you could feel the tension in it.
Wanting to lighten up the atmosphere, Yunho smiled. "Awww I'm sorry Hyung. I didn't mean to make you jealous. Don't worry, you can get some kisses too."
Grabbing Seonghwa's hand, he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on them, making the older male cringe slightly.
"Just don't push it." He warned him.
Jeong Yunho:
The first thing that attracted Yunho to you was the fact both of you loved video games. It was how you two bonded. You would play video games together, chit chat, eat snacks and overall have an amazing time together. So of course he fell for you, but was afraid to tell you in case he ruined your friendship.
The problem arose when Yeosang started hanging around you two more than he liked. You and Yeosang had a more similar sense of humor, so of course you two ended up talking more. Yunho felt like he was being pushed to the back, invisible to you. So now video games with you were filled with misery instead of joy.
You noticed he was down one day, but he refused to say anything. Yeosang however, had no filter and decided to speak up for him.
"Just tell Y/N you like them and be done with it. I'll even leave so you two can talk."
Yunho was frozen, watching as Yeosang left him there with you like that. He looked at you, his face red as a cherry, then looked back down, too stunned to look at you. He only looked up when he felt you hug him tightly, with a smile on your face, which he happily returned.
Kang Yeosang:
Yeosang is more reserved and has a hard time expressing himself, especially when it came to you. He was shy and afraid to scare you off with his blunt and straightforward nature. Although he wasn't surprised to see you get along better with San, it angered him that he couldn't be the same way to you.
It frustrated him to the point sometimes he was passive aggressive towards San, and sometimes hostile. Didn't take long for San to realize what was going on and he decided to sit down for a talk with him.
"Look, yes Y/N and are close, but we're just friends. So please cut the passive aggressiveness. " San explained.
Yeosang simply nodded, somewhat ashamed of his behavior.
"I'm sorry. I just really like them.....but I don't know how to get close to them like you. I want to make them like me." Yeosang confessed.
San patted his friend's back and looked at him with a mischievous smirk.
"Lucky for you, I happen to be in expert in what Y/N likes. So want to know a few things?" He raised his eyebrows, happy to play matchmaker.
Choi San:
Dating San for roughly around half a year, you started to pick up on his little habits and antics. So how did you know he was being jealous lately? Simple. Every time Mingi would get too close to you, you'd always feel San's arms wrap around your waist from behind, his face hiding on your neck. If Mingi was sitting a little too close for his liking, San's hand would rest on your lap. If Mingi tackled you into a bear hug or cuddled you for too long, he was a pouting mess and often became sulky.
Recently, he started kicking things up a notch. Whenever Mingi even remotely approached you, San would be dragging you away, using any and every excuse he could whip out to have your undivided attention. You let this go on, to see how far he'd go, until one day you decided to talk to him.
"Are you jealous of Mingi?"
"Me? Jealous? Pfft. No. What makes you think that?" He tried playing it off.
You could only roll your eyes before cupping his cheeks and looking him straight in the eyes.
"Just know I love you and there's no one else but you for me ok?"
San smiled happily at that. With those words, you made him feel more secure in the relationship.
Song Mingi:
From the beginning, Mingi called dibs on you. His members only laughed at him, but decided to see how that was going to play out. But of course, they were friendly to you cause it was just in their nature. Plus they were all cuddle bugs, so more often than not, you ended up squished in a pile of love, lead mainly by Wooyoung. He was tiny, but he had a lot of love to give, and you always accepted it, no questions.
Mingi didn't like that at all. He only glared at Wooyoung every time he was all over you. He secretly wanted to set him on fire. Wooyoung of course noticed this and would purposefully increase his level of affection, not to piss off Mingi, although it was funny, but more to make him actually make a move on you. But Mingi didn't get it, and it just resulted in a tiny argument.
"I told you I called dibs!"
"But you don't do anything! I even tried to make you more jealous just so you'd man up and confess!" Wooyoung finally told him.
"Oh.....so you did that on purpose?" Mingi asked.
"Duh! Now grow some balls and ask them out before I tell them myself."
Jung Wooyoung:
Wooyoung had absolutely no shame in displaying how he felt. So he had no qualms about showing when he was jealous, often in the form of petty comments, snarky replies and just overall being in a foul mood.
The most recent event of his jealousy happened when he felt you were paying too much attention to Jongho. It never failed to amaze you how strong the maknae was. He was like a mini hulk, and of course, you always liked feeling his muscles. Wooyoung just stared at you two each time and when you guys went home, the rest of the day was filled with his petty comments.
"Wooyoung I can't carry this box, can you help me?" You asked him one night.
"Oh me? Wouldn't you rather have Jongho help? Since he's sooo stroong?" He made it a point to drag out the last two words.
"Ok, you know what? If you're going to be petty and jealous, maybe I will call Jongho and ask him to help." You snapped back.
Before you could even finish the sentence, he was already picking up the box.
"No need. That's what you got me for."
Choi Jongho:
Having had no prior dating experience, Jongho wasn't the best at approaching you, let alone giving you hints that he liked you. So he often just stayed quietly in the back, admiring you.
He started to feel threatened by Hongjoong, who easily conversed with you like you were old time friends. Not only was Hongjoong closer in age to you (A/N: ignore if it doesn't apply to you), but you guys had similar taste in music, which was the topic you often talked about, for hours at times. So really Jongho felt like he had no chance with you. That is until Hongjoong himself talked to him, explaining how you two are just friends and giving him advice on how to approach you, what you like.
The maknae listened very well to his leader's advice and soon he was getting closer and closer to you. When he felt enough time had passed, he asked you to listen to a song with him. He specifically picked one that perfectly reflected his feelings for you, and he even sang part of the song, looking right at you as he did. When the song finished, he asked for your opinion before confessing with a shy smile that he liked you.
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Decisions || Newt Imagine
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Your ears seem to have muted the sound of the helicopter because you have not heard anything until the boys started calling your name from far away. It takes you a couple of seconds, but your eyes open slowly, only to have Minho besides you screaming at Thomas to move while Frypan was calling your name and helping you up. You try to catch up quickly as Frypan pulls you to your feet, the guards rushing you in the midst of the wind from the helicopter lifting up the sand around you. Your eyes squint to prevent any particles to fly in, and you take a small look around you to see the surroundings.Ā
The guards were shooting at something, after bullets are fired you hear the loud screech, and you remember the sound from the video that played at the Wicked facility. A shiver goes down your spine at the memory, the bodies, the brief explanation Ava had given before killing herselfā¦ You get ushered into a facility, and it takes you a moment to fix your gaze on something until the doors close with a loud thud, reminding you of the Glade walls when they closed. Everyone was as perplexed as you were, looking around before you started being guided into the facility by a man called Janson. He promised safety and Wicked not finding you, and a sigh of relief rushes through you.Ā
The boy next to you seems to have noticed your tense demeanor, because he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and providing a reassuring squeeze reminding you you were not alone.Ā
"You okay, love?" He asks quietly as he gives you a small tug to get you closer so he is able to talk in a low tone.Ā
"Yeah, the helicopter ride is wearing off" you admit to him.Ā
Janson continues to explain the facility, mentioning you will be fed and taken care of and nothing sounded better than that right now. You are taken to showers, away from the guys which made you somewhat uneasy. Being around them for so long for basically every hour has made you feel like a part of you was missing when you were apart, like in the Maze, even if Minho was right besides you. You have stayed quite a while in the shower, enjoying how the hot water washed away the dirt from the Glade and the stickiness of the sweat after running for your lives. The clothing provided was comfortable, and just right, not being able to feel the coldness of the air conditioning as much, but not feeling the hot temperature as well. You are provided with small meals, being told that you should all start with something light before going through stronger food, just to not throw it all. You are taken into rooms with beds to rest before they call you to run some tests to make sure you were all healthy. As soon as your head touches the fluffiness of the pillow your head rests on, you drift to sleep in just a matter of minutes, dozing off entirely.Ā
"You look sleepy" Newt teases as he walks beside you once you are being led to the labs.Ā
"The bed was so comfortable" you whine playfully.Ā
"So, you are saying I wasn't comfortable?" He jokes before pulling you close by the hand. "I feel like I slept like a baby, and how long was it? Three hours of sleep only?" He asks. "The difference of sleeping on those hammocks but at the Glade and a proper bed" he says. "Something that the bastards who put us in there didn't have the decency to provide."
"I had a comfortable bed" you point out with a soft grin most of the times you slept in Newt's arm, sound asleep as you enjoyed the warmth of his body on yours.Ā
"Good," he says.Ā
The group halts as they take in the labs. So many machines, needles, nurses, liquids, instruments... This facility had it all. Since there wasn't enough equipment to do the same test to everyone at once, they divided you into groups to run different tests, and you hated to be the one to get a feel of a needle first. You sat in a comfortable chair where a lady worked on you, Teresa a few feet away in a hospital bed. The nurse cleans the area before sticking the needle inside without a warning, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asks, and honestly it was going fine until you decided to look where the needle had poked through the skin and you started to see the blood rushing into the tube.Ā
"I-" you look away, the need to throw up present and you could feel what you ate last threatening to come up your throat, leaving a horrible taste in your mouth.Ā
The lady gives you a cotton ball with alcohol scent for you to smell on, saying that it should help with the dizziness you felt but it barely did a thing. "Still feeling lightheaded, sweetie?"
"Yeah...Like I want to throw up too" you say as you keep smelling on the cotton ball while she works with placing a round bandage over the poked skin.Ā
"Maybe blood makes you sick" she says. "It is normal on some people."
"I saw blood more often than I like to admit" you confess. "Human and animalā¦" you add.Ā
"Don't worry, every test we run in you will let us know if you are sick, but I don't think you are," she says and sits besides you. "I'll ask you a couple of questions to guide us better." The woman reaches for a pen and a wooden clipboard. "Y/N, right?"
"Yeah" you nod your head and relax your body. She asked about fever, coughs, body pains which you mention your legs, maybe a sign of being a runner, any broken bones or accidents you may have had in the Glade, and your job at the Glade.Ā
"Have you had sex?" Your eyes go too wide and your neck almost snaps as you look at her. The only time you have had that question asked was with Alby, and he was so smooth about it that it didn't sound like that question at first. He had sat down with you and Newt, both of you staring confused when he had asked if 'you have been together'. Alby was of the few people of the Glade who knew right away when you two got together.Ā
"Umā¦"Ā
"It's okay if you have. Nothing to be ashamed of" she gives you a reassuring smile. "This stays between us, nobody else knows."
"Uhā¦" you hesitate. "Yes." The nurse eyes you for a moment, nods her head and writes something down.Ā
"Recently? I'm sorry, I know it's personal but for our tests purposes we must know an estimate to determine a few things and scratch off others."
It makes senseā¦"Two? Maybe three weeks ago?" That's the last time you at least remembered that things were somewhat normal before everything started going wrong, Thomas and Teresa arrived, the walls stopped closing, Grievers came in...Now that you think of it, things got really bad really quick.Ā
"And this was the last time you had your period?" These questions were so bizarre.Ā
"Maybe a month or so" you say and they realize your answer, making your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Shouldn't you have gotten your period? Yoh shake it off cause you have never been the regular type, one time you had it the same month twice and it was a nightmare.Ā
"Alright" she writes something in her papers. "That should do it for now. You can go to your next test" she nods her head before standing up. Not even a few minutes after, they came to get you to continue.Ā
After many more needles, running, patches covering your body and head, you are led to some sort of cafeteria where there were many boys and girls like you, and it takes you a minute to get your eyes fixed on your group before walking to them. Frypan raises his head before waving at you, it causes the rest of your friends to look up and start moving on the table to make space for you, mostly to be side by side with Newt.Ā
"Hey, guys" you say, sticking one leg in first, then the other as you sit down.Ā
"Took them long enough to return you back to us," Minho says. "What special thing did they do to you?"
"Nothing, I think" you admit. "Just really personal questions" you say and look at Newt, his jaw was clenched.Ā
"What were they asking?"Ā
"Last time weā¦" you trail off and your eyes widen slightly for him to catch the hint.Ā
Minho is looking between the two of you intently. "I don't follow."
"Wait, last time we hadā¦?" Newt asks, confusion taking over his features.Ā
"Yeah" you decide to ignore Minho and his question, he will figure it out eventually. "And last time I was on my period, which I get now, probably to know if it's normal or something" you shrug. "It's weird it hasn't happened for a while now."
"A month, right?" Newt knew because he would take care of you and pamper you with whatever you needed. You also had small pains and headaches during the first days and he would always be around in case you felt sick.Ā
"Wait, you know when her period is?" Thomas asks.Ā
"Man, that's weird," Frypan says. "but smart though, and cute."
"We can stop talking about periods now. Anyone wanna join me get some guys and see what their maze was like? See what we can find out about these people?" Minho asks.Ā
"I'm in," Winston says, Frypan and Thomas join and with Minho they leave for another table.Ā
"You alright?" Newt kisses your temple and offers you his bottle of water. "You look anxious."
"It's just this place...So many other kids, like us" you say. "They are all from different Mazes?"
"Looks so" Newt says, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. "Want to see if they let us out of here to our beds?"
"I don't think they'll let you come along" you say with a grin.Ā
"Just pretend to be dizzy, maybe they will. At least to be with you for a few minutes with the lot of people around."
Surprisingly they let Newt take you to the dorm, being escorted of course. You ask for a few minutes with Newt and the guard nods his head before closing the door behind you two. Newt cups your cheek and kisses you, his eyes shut tightly as his lips press against yours while he holds his breath. "I was getting scared already" he admits against your lips. "When they didn't bring you in after us" he says. "Tommy and I were already planning to get you, and Teresa, but she hasn't come to join us yet. It's strange" he says and you both sit down on the bed.Ā
"I'm okay" you assure him. "They had me running, and ran a few tests on me. I hope everything is okay, though" you admit. If they were done with the guys quickly, why did it take so long with you? And where was Teresa?
"I'm sure it's alright. You are a tough one, luv" Newt says with a smile and you run your fingers through his hair. "You look nice all washed up" he steals a kiss from you and you giggle.Ā
"Not bad yourself" you tease. "I hope they later let us stay together...I don't think I'll be getting much sleep these first days."
"We will find a way, love. I'll sneak in somehow" and just in cue the guard calls on Newt. "I love you, I'll see you later, 'kay?" He gives you a short, passionate kiss before pulling away.Ā
"Love you too" you say as the guard shuts the door close after he walks out. You lay back on the bed and close your eyes. The bed was too comfortable and the pillow too fluffy to neglect getting sleep, so you try to ease your thoughts before falling into a deep slumber.Ā
The next day you are all in the cafeteria area again, your group now sat with other guys from other mazes, talking about them and how they got out. Newt asks them about what happened to the people inside the Glade which a boy answers that he didn't know. Your hand squeezes Newt's thigh letting him know you could read his mind, he was thinking about the others that were left there to their luck, the ones Gally convinced to stay because they would meet death upon leaving. Then they start calling people and another one of the boys explains that it is to be taken to a Haven, some sort of place away from everything and only a few are selected. The boys continue to talk so you look around, spotting a couple of girls on a bench, then a whole table of them, another one with only a boy around them.Ā
Second day you are taken again to the cafeteria, seems it was the only place you could all gather around. Everyone was eating their breakfast but you felt nauseous since you woke up, not having any appetite for anything in your tray. Thomas is saying something about a boy showing him a place through the air vents, but it was under strict access. "I need to know what's behind that door."
"You said you saw a body?" You ask him.Ā
"Not the body, but it had scanners, like showing heart rates and vitals and other things" Thomas says to you. "Aris says he thinks nobody really leaves this placeā¦"
"There isn't an access through the air vents to that room?"
"No. He tried but it stopped right out of it...They have to be hiding somethingā¦" Thomas seemed so sure. Minho and Newt exchange glances.
"Y/N?" Janson approaches your table and everyone looks up at him quickly. "Please, come with me."
"Where is Teresa?" Thomas asks.Ā
"She is safe. We are only running a few tests on her."
"And why does Y/N have to go with you?" Newt asks, his hand reaching to hold onto yours. "You already called everyone for your little paradise place" you noticed that Thomas' words have put him uneasy.Ā
"We just need to run a few more tests on her," Janson offers a smirk. "She will be back in a couple of minutes, I promise" he says and one of the guards reaches for your arm which you tug away quickly.Ā
"I can stand on my own, thanks." Your body turns to Newt. "I'll be alright, okay?"
"I knowā¦" he says and squeezes your hand before letting go.Ā
"More tests?" You ask the doctor who asked you to lay down on the table.Ā
"We found something," she says as she sits besides you. "I'll show you." She reaches to lift up your shirt and you pull it down quickly. "It's okayā¦" she says, you hesitate before letting go of the hem of your shirt.Ā
She places some kind of gel on your stomach, "What is that for? Is something wrong?" You start worrying, because if she was going to run tests on your stomach and your nauseous state in the morning, it had you wondering if your stomach was sick in a way you needed treatment. Maybe so long in the Glade...but you always ate. Your head was spinning with possible causes.Ā
"You'll see" she starts running an instrument along your belly, looking at a monitor as she does. You eye them both curiously as she seems to be looking for something. "Ah, there it is" she says with a smile. "See that small figure over there?" She asks and points at the monitor, your eyes squint at it. "That's your baby," she says, "congratulations."
The room starts spinning around you, eyes wide, your chest feeling tight all of a sudden, you find it hard to breathe. You take small breaths and let them go rather quickly. "I'm sorry," you take in some air. "My what?"
"You are pregnant" she repeats and the words take a while to process in your head, your lips agape in surprise.Ā
"I-" you trail off looking at the monitor. You were pregnantā¦ You were expecting a baby. No. Newt and you were expecting a babyā¦ Your baby. "I-" no words come out of your lips. You are speechless.Ā
"We wanted to let you know," she reaches for a napkin and hands it over to you to wipe out the gel from your stomach. "You can go back to your friends" she says, standing up and leaving the room.Ā
You return to the cafeteria, all the walk there thinking how to tell Newt, how would he react, what words to say? It wasn't like you were expecting the news, or like you knew what to say right now. You sit next to Newt, right in the corner of the bench, his arm goes around your shoulder and he eyes the guys when he notices your tense body. "Love? Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost. You look pale." He places a hand on your cheek. "Did they hurt you? If they hurt you I'll bloody-"
"A baby" you blurt out. Thomas turns his attention to you and Minho raises his eyebrows, Newt looks at you in confusion, Frypan joins the trio's expression as well.
"What? What baby?" Newt asks
"Ours" and you slowly turn to him. "Newt, I'm...we are having a baby."
"Oh shuck" Minho blurts out.
"How did you guys even made time to-" Frypan gets interrupted by Newt.
"What?!" Newt's eyes go wider. "Did they-"
"Yeah...A doctor showed me." Your hand goes to your belly, running your fingers on top of your shirt. "Newt...I- I don't know what to say or what to do" your vision starts getting blurry from the tears.Ā
"Hey, no, love. It's okay. It's okay" he coos as he pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms around you. "I don't know what to say either... Other than I'm happy in a way, we will have our own little lady or little boy running around in a couple of months...Our baby" his last words sound like he is repeating it for his own processing. "We are safe hereā¦"
"We don't know that yet," Thomas steps in.
"I said, we are safe here" Newt says through his clenched jaw at his friend, and you couldn't see him but you knew he is getting a death glare from your boyfriend. "We will figure it out. We have time" he pulls you away and pecks your lips, his hand covering yours on your belly. "I didn't know it would be this fast, though."
"What? You thought the baby would wait in there to be cooked up after you two-"
"Minho!" You call and the boy grins.
"Congratulations, though," Frypan says. "The little one will have one hell of a story of how it got made." He and Minho high five and Newt pinches the bridge of his nose.
"All the bloody supportive things you can say and you shanks have to go through the last ones of the list" Newt complains and turns to you. "Babe, I-" you can see him struggling with words. "Are you okay with this? I mean, obviously maybe you are not because this is so unexpected and-"
"Newt," you call and meet his gaze, "I'm- I want this baby. I don't want it to grow up here thoughā¦"
"We will figure it out. If this place is true we should be all good, love." Thomas parts his lips to say something but Newt is quick to glare at him.Ā
Third day you are sitting in the cafeteria, Newt is already worrying about you when you don't come in quick wondering if something happened to you, like you fainted or the morning sickness was too much for you. "I don't like being away from you, now more than ever" he says and presses his lips against your temple.Ā
"I'm fine, okay?"
"If something we know from Y/N is that she can take care of herself" Winston says and you smile at him. You liked that he gave you a confidence boost and the most needed moments.Ā
"Have you seen Teresa?" Thomas asks and Minho rolls his eyes.Ā
"No, I haven't...I don't know where she isā¦"
"Aris and I will go into that room tonight, we just need a plan to get an access card there."
"Alright, listen up folks, we have the new list of those whose lives are about to begin" Janson says as he is handed a clipboard. He mentions a few names, ones who you take a moment to remember to not name your baby from how weird they were. "And Y/N." Your eyes go wide and the whole group in your table turns to you, Newt's eyes showing panic.Ā
"No, there must be a mistake. I just got here, I-" you trail off and a few guards come over to you and you stand up, chin up, defying them.Ā
"Don't you dare to touch her" Newt stands by your side quickly and places a hand in front of you.Ā
"You will deny her the chance to be away from this place? Of your baby growing somewhere else?" Janson asks as he approaches the group, Thomas, Frypan, Winston and Minho stand behind you.Ā
"Because it is our baby, I won't let you take her" Newt takes a step forward in front of you.Ā
"I won't go anywhere without them" you say to the guards.
"Unfortunately, this isn't a choiceā¦" Janson says, a guard moves forward but he is quick to raise his hand.Ā
"You are threatening her right in front of us?" Thomas takes a step forward and a guard is quick to push him, but he continues to struggle, "Where is this place exactly, huh?!" After a few seconds, Frypan holds Thomas back and he stops struggling.Ā
"Let's not ruin the excitement for others, okay? Let's do this as amicably as possible." He says. "And I am sure you don't want to be taken in your sleep, leaving your friends wondering what happened to you." His tone was almost threatening. Why was he insisting so much in taking you when so many others were there before you. "I'm sure you'd like what's best for your baby, and this is it. So pleaseā¦" Janson steps aside and you eye your friends, then your boyfriend.Ā
"I'll be fine, okay?"Ā
"Love, don't-" you press a kiss to his lips. "I'll come back to you" you whisper against his lips before pressing another kiss.Ā
"Be careful, love" Newt says as he watches you being escorted by the guards and Janson trailing not far behind. "So," Newt turns to Thomas. "What do you have of this bloody plan of yours? I need to know that she is not being taken into a strict access room where I won't see herā¦"
#(decisions)#(mine)#tmr newt#newt tmr#the maze runner imagine#the maze runner imagines#the maze runner#the scorch trials imagine#the scorch trials imagines#newt tmr imagine#newt tmr imagines
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