#I’ve been with this stupid show since the beginning they mean sm to me

[laz-kay]

I’m so abnormal about them.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[triptuckers]

Looking at the wrong one - Jesper Fahey

Request: yes! “Firstly, I just want to say I really love your writing! I’ve had this idea for a while and wanting to find someone to write it because I love it so much. So basically reader has feelings for Kaz but he’s obviously in love with Inej so she confides in Jesper who comforts her and she eventually realizes that he’s been the one for her the whole time. I hope you can write it but if you can’t that’s totally fine too!!” Pairing:  Jesper Fahey x reader Summary:  Jesper is the first person you go to when you need advice about something - or rather, someone. It takes you a while to realise you’ve been sneaking glances at the wrong person. Warnings: none Word count:  2.7K A/N: I loved this request sm!! been busy busy busy lately so sorry if your request is taking a while for me to write, finish and post! enjoy reading :)

You glance over at Kaz while he’s explaining the blueprints laid out in front of everyone. You’re trying to pay attention to what he’s saying, you really are, but it’s hard. It’s hard to focus on what he’s saying when Kaz is the one who’s talking. 

There’s no denying it, Kaz looks good. For weeks you tried to push your feelings away, but soon what started as a little crush developed into something more. And now you can barely keep your eyes off of him. 

There’s just something about his mysterious aura. The dark hair, sharp jaw, how he never seems to smile - though you did catch him smile once when he thought no one was looking. There’s so much you don’t know about him, and you’re dying to find out. 

Apparently, you’ve been staring at Kaz for a little too long, because you feel someone nudging your shoulder, and turn to face them.

‘You know.’ mutters Jesper to you from the corner of his mouth. ‘If you want to talk about it, or just need to rant and have someone listen to you, I’m always here. I’ve heard I’m excellent company.’

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’ you say. ‘Do you think we can pull this job of?’ 

You hoped Jesper wouldn’t ask about Kaz again, and he senses your need to change the subject.

‘We better.’ he says. ‘We can score big with this one.’

Jesper starts talking about what he’s going to do once the job is done, but your eyes are already shifting back to Kaz. You can’t help but to feel a knot in your chest as you see him looking at Inej.

While you’re always looking at Kaz, you catch him looking at Inej. 

Inej is one of your closest friends, and you would die for her. Hell, you almost did die for her a couple of months ago. Still, you couldn’t help but to feel jealous of her. Of the way Kaz looked at her.

Whenever Kaz was looking at Inej and you caught him, it didn’t take long for you to fall down a rabbit hole of insecure and jealous thoughts.

You’d think of everything Inej can do that you cannot do. She has a gifts for knives, you know your way around guns, not knives. When she’s sneaking around, she almost becomes one with the shadows, you couldn’t soundlessly sneak up to someone even if you tried. 

You always concluded Inej was better than you on more than one aspect. You figured she would be a better match for Kaz than you could ever be. You were ashamed of being so jealous of your friend when all Kaz did was look at her. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get rid of the jealousy. 

After Kaz has rolled up the blueprints and everyone went over the plan one last time, you say your goodnights and all head back to your own rooms. You’re barely aware of your movements as your legs carry you to your room. When you move to open the door to your room, a familiar whistle makes you look up.

‘The offer for some company still stands.’ says Jesper, and he winks at you before entering his own room, next to yours in the hallway.

While Jesper didn’t have Kaz’ gift for coming up with plans, he wasn’t stupid. He had caught you looking at Kaz a couple of times, then decided to speak up. As soon as the opportunity presented himself, he’d taken you apart from the others and confronted you about your staring. 

You were shocked, asking him how he could have possible figured it out. Jesper merely raised his eyebrows and told you you’re always looking at Kaz. You hadn’t realised you looked at Kaz so many times. Ever since, Jesper has offered a listening ear. And though you appreciated it, you weren’t ready to talk about your feelings just yet. 

As you’re taking your boots off, your mind wanders to Kaz again. And the way he looked at Inej. He didn’t show his feelings that often, but you couldn’t help but notice how soft his eyes were when he looked at Inej. It drove you crazy, and you didn’t like that it did. You felt like you were going to explode if you kept pushing these feelings down any longer. Maybe having someone listen to you didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.

Not bothering to put your boots back on, you get up and leave your room. You take a few steps to get in front of Jesper’s door. Though it’s not that late and he’s probably still awake, you hesitate. What if he just wanted to be a good friend, but wasn’t actually interested in your thoughts on Kaz?

You sigh and shake your head, clearing your mind. You then raise your hand and knock on the door. After a few seconds it opens, revealing Jesper. He’s taken off his coat and boots, leaving him in just a shirt and a pair of trousers. He smiles when he sees you.

‘I see you do want my company?’ he says. ‘Only if you don’t mind.’ you say. ‘Of course not.’ he says, stepping aside so you can enter his room.

You take a seat in the only chair in the room as Jesper closes the door. He walks over to his bed and sits down as you tuck your feet under your legs, getting comfortable.

‘So.’ says Jesper. ‘Am I problem solving or listening?’

You frown at his words. ‘What does that mean?’ you ask him.

‘Well, it’s the easiest way to prevent a fight.’ explains Jesper. ‘If I’m problem solving, I’ll give you advice and come up with solutions. If I’m listening, I’m just going to shut up and, well, listen. So, am I problem solving or listening?’

‘Listening, I guess.’ you say.

‘Alright.’ says Jesper, leaning back against the wall and stretching his legs in front of him. He gestures with his hand to you. ‘Let it all out then, love.’

You don’t know where to begin. Jesper is patient as you’re searching for the words. Without realising, you start to play with your fingers, a habit of yours which you do when you’re thinking or anxious.

‘It starts... Well, when I became a member of the Dregs, I guess. I was young, but Kaz was around my age. We became close friends. That is, as far as being close friends with Kaz goes. I trusted him, he trusted me. We spent months working our way up to the top and along the way you tagged along, and Inej, Nina, Matthias and Wylan. I care about all of you, but there’s just something  different about Kaz.’ you tell him.

Jesper looks at you but doesn’t say anything. He’s just listening, exactly like he said he would.

‘It started off as an innocent crush. Saints, I sound like some school girl. Anyway, somewhere along the way that little crush developed into something more. And now I can’t stop looking at him or thinking about him. And now that I’ve said this out loud, I realise you are the first person I’ve talked to about this.’ 

You’re silent for a while as you look at Jesper. You were afraid he’d laugh at you, but he’s just sitting on his bed, looking at you. 

‘I can tell there’s still something else on your mind.’ he simply says. You let out a sigh and nod, and start talking again.

‘He’s always looking at Inej. Whenever I look at him, he’s looking at Inej. I know I shouldn’t feel the way I do, but I cannot pretend it doesn't make me a little jealous. The first time I saw him looking at Inej, I wished he looked at me like that. I know this sounds stupid, but I really can’t help it. And once I catch him looking at her, I start to think about how I’m not worth it.’ you say.

Now Jesper frowns. ‘But you’re worth it.’ he says. You chuckle softly and shake your head.

‘She’s everything I’m not. She’s pretty, she’s very skilled with her knives, she can sneak up to anyone without being seen or heard. She knows the secrets of everyone in the Barrel. She could take down the Merchant council all on her own if she wanted to. I can’t do that.’ you say. 

‘I know I said I was listening, but can I just offer you one piece of advice?’ asks Jesper. You nod. ‘You say you notice the way Kaz looks at Inej, I have noticed that as well. He looks at her the way you look at him. Don’t you think you should try to admit to yourself that he’s only going to be looking at her, and not you?’

‘Deep down I know that.’ you say softly. ‘But I can’t fully wrap my head around that. Not just yet, at least.’

‘Alright.’ says Jesper. ‘Maybe not now, but if you give it time, maybe it’ll hurt less.’

You look at him and smile as you get up. ‘Thank you Jesper.’ you say. ‘This is nice. Having someone listen to you.’

Jesper gets up as well as you walk toward the door. ‘The door’s always open to you.’ says Jesper as he opens the door for you. ‘You can always swing by.’

‘Thanks.’ you say as you step out onto the hallway. ‘Goodnight, Jes.’  ‘Night, Y/N.’ he says as you walk the few steps to the door of your room.

After that conversation, your nightly visits to Jesper’s room increase. Sometimes he’s problem solving, sometimes he’s listening, and sometimes you just sit in silence when all you want is some company.

There’s even one night in which you actually fell asleep when you were sitting on his bed, and when you woke up the next morning, you found Jesper sleeping on the floor while using his coat as a blanket. Your heart melted a little, but you decided not to speak up as you snuck out of his room.

Weeks pass, and slowly your visits turn from seeking advice about Kaz to enjoying a conversation with Jesper. He makes you laugh as he tells you stories about how he used to drive his parents crazy doing god knows what at their farm. In return, you tell him about the life you lived before you came to Ketterdam.

Another couple of visits later, and you’ve almost completely forgotten that you originally started visiting Jesper to talk about Kaz. You notice you’ve stopped sneaking glances at Kaz. You’re not even jealous when you catch him looking at Inej again. 

Instead, your attention is on Jesper. More than once, he caught your eye and sent a wink you way, making you smile and turn away.

Your nightly visits increase even more, and you can be found in Jesper’s room almost every night, laughing at his jokes.  

After a particularly long night that involved keeping tabs on the security of one of the banks for hours, you find yourself in front of Jesper’s room again. Kaz had sent you out on the job, and you had hoped Jesper would be in his room when you got back.

But after knocking three times, he still hasn’t opened the door. You whistle a familiar tune, hoping he’d answer the door. When he doesn’t, you kick over a tiny tin can that sits on the floor next to the door.

‘So predictable.’ you murmur as you bend down to pick up the key that was underneath it. Knowing Jesper probably wouldn’t mind, you let yourself in and walk over to the only chair in the room.

You let yourself settle in and reach out to take the deck of cards Jesper always keeps on his nightstand. 

You’re fooling around with the cards, if only to keep yourself busy as you wait for Jesper. You’re shuffling the cards, moving them smoothly in your hands.

‘Can you teach me that?’ 

At the sudden voice, you drop half of the cards. You hadn’t seen or heard him coming. Jesper chuckles as he walks over and stands behind you, looking out over the city beneath you.

‘This is my favourite view.’ he says, looking out the window.

‘Mine too.’ you say, while you look at the reflection of his face in the window. You then fully realise you haven’t talked about Kaz in weeks, that you just come to Jesper’s room for a conversation and some company, and you remember the night he slept on the floor.

‘Jes?’ you ask him. ‘Yea love?’ he says. ‘The other night when I was here-’ ‘Care to specify which night?’ 

‘I fell asleep, and when I woke up you were sleeping on the floor.’ ‘Oh, that night.’ he says. ‘Well, would you rather I had pushed you off the bed?’ ‘No.’ you laugh.

Jesper laughs too and you look at each other in silence afterward. It’s a comfortable silence, and he’s the first one to speak up.

‘You haven’t talked about Kaz in a while.’ he says. ‘Finally realised his heart belongs to someone else?’

‘Yes, well, I realised that so does mine.’ you say. This makes Jesper frown. 

‘Already moving on?’ he says. ‘Thought your feelings for him were more serious.’

‘They were.’ you say. ‘But I've found someone who listens to me, who sees me, who makes me laugh.’ you cock your head to the side a little and look at him. ‘Nice to look at, as well.’

Jesper raises one eyebrow.

‘Who is this mystery person?’ he says. ‘And am I problem solving or listening?’ ‘Well I hope you’re gonna do something else.’ you say. Jesper frowns again, making you playfully roll your eyes.

‘Not the smartest tonight, are we?’ you say. ‘Let me repeat it: I've found someone who listens to me, sees me, and makes me laugh. and not bad to look at.’ 

He’s still frowning. ‘Another hint?’ he says. ‘This is why Kaz does the planning and has the brains.’ you say, laughing.‘Rude.’ says Jesper.

‘It’s a he, and he’s caring and sweet, sometimes struggles to sit still, loves a good gunfight, he’s an excellent shot.’ you say.

Jesper smirks at you and then fakes a look of confusion on his face. ‘Still not getting it.’ he says. ‘Tell me more about him.’

You laugh and get up, standing close to him. ‘He’s not just an excellent shot, he’s the best damn sharpshooter in Ketterdam. Saved my ass a couple times as well. Owns a pair of stunningly hand made revolvers. He’s Zemini, taller than me, and..’ your voice drifts off.

‘And?’ says Jesper, stepping closer to you. ‘And I've been wondering if he’s a good kisser.’ you say softly. 

‘Well, let’s find out, shall we?’ says Jesper and he cups your face with both of his hands and presses his lips against yours. They’re soft, and you can taste a hint of his last drink on them. He kisses you gently but passionate, and takes a  breath when he pulls away.

‘Hmm.’ you say, pretending to think. ‘Yea, pretty good.’

‘Pretty good?’ says Jesper. ‘I've heard I'm more than a pretty good kisser.’

‘Prove it then.’ you say.

Jesper smirks and pulls you in for a kiss once more. This one is different, it’s more demanding, and leaves you breathless as you struggle to keep your knees from buckling. 

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. ‘How about that?’ he says softly.

You smile and press a quick kiss to his lips. ‘You live up to your reputation, Fahey.’ you say. ‘You’re an excellent kisser.’

‘Just like I thought.’ says Jesper. ‘Do you want to stay here tonight?’

‘I would love to.’ you say.

You spend the rest of the night talking with Jesper until eventually, you feel yourself falling asleep. You feel how Jesper moves next to you, to take his spot on the floor again. You lay a hand on his arm to stop him, silently telling him it’s okay and that he doesn’t have to sleep on the floor.

Kaz wasn’t the right match for you, Inej is. But Jesper certainly is your match.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[mayabruhbruh]

Stranger Things 4 Analysis and Theory

I don’t know if anyone else has done posts on this stuff yet (it’s really likely, but i’d not want to take the credit if i’m not the only one who’s thought of this)

I know @kaypeace21 has made tons of posts on the s4 movies from Video Store Friday, and many others have theories and analyses, but back in July I took it upon myself to research more into the very last few scenes of s3. Specifically the three months later time stamp, where Steve and Robin are in search for a new job.

My main focus was the four movies that they mentioned for Keith at the counter. “Animal House”, “The Hidden Fortress”, “Children Of Paradise”, and “The Apartment”.

(reminder that if you read this, it could be spoilers for the final cut of the actual show if i end up being correct about some of this, so read at your own risk)

My first theory, which I’ve already discussed in a separate reblog, is about The Hellfire Club. But i’ll say it here too.

Basically,

(sorry for the sucky quality)

Animal House is about two awkward freshmen going into college and joining a fraternity of rejects. It matches Mike, Dustin and the Hellfire Club perfectly! Personally, my lowkey theory is that they’re going to have to go though an entirety of initiation activities (possibly drugs too, if what we’ve heard is correct) and Lucas and Max will be in their own storylines up until the supernatural threat brings them back together again. This could be wayy off, but still its my idea.

As for Max and Lucas...

I’m not sure about the entirety of the plot of this movie, but the last line sounds a lot like something that would happen between Lumax. Lucas is a basketball jock now, I think that’s crystal clear now seeing from the Pep Rally poster, and how he’s always been the one in the group to be able to mask his nerdy side. For Dustin and Mike, I know it’s much harder for them. Anyways, Max, I’m pretty positive by now, is going to be extremely distant and defensive from everyone just like she was in the beginning of s2, since she just had a big change happening in her life. It’s the same now, except with the grief and loss of Billy. My guess, from the hints of this movie and other stuff, is that Lucas is going to come face to face with his reputation as a popular kid, and his love for Max. Like the summary says, he must decide between the advancement of his career or the girl that he loves. Real hard hitting stuff.

Onto the next one. MIKE WHEELER. (or will byers)

I watched an analysis video on this movie, because I haven’t seen it yet, but again the very last line is what I’d like to focus on.

My. Jaw. Dropped.

I’ve read many analyses of Mike Wheeler being gay (courtesy of @kaypeace21 @hawkinsschoolcounselor and MANY others), but I dunno, I was always just so skeptical no matter how much it made sense. But when I saw this WHAT THE HELL?!?’);/&? It’s stupid of me to not have believed it sooner, but I hope this is the movie that foreshadows Mike’s storyline this season. I’m assuming Mike will have to “prove his expertise in battle”, or perhaps prove he can go through with all of the initiation shit for The Hellfire Club, while hiding his growing revelation that he might be gay/bisexual.

BUT a possibly more likely scenario would be that this movie connects with Will Byers’ storyline this season instead. Perhaps the hardships of a new school and a new town has Will shaken up, and he also has his sexuality awakening that he has to hide from new people. I say that it’s more likely for him, because Will has always been more heavily queer-coded (not exactly heavier, but just extremely much more apparent and obvious opposed to Mikes queercoded subtext that we really had to dig for).

I also didn’t mention this in my reblog from earlier, but I want to address my opinions on the apparent cheerleader that meets Mike and befriends one another. One of my friends on twitter said Chrissy (her name, or so we think lmao) might be a key component to Mike being able to discover and come to terms with his sexuality. But then again, a different friend of mine thinks that the amount of content were getting is oddly suspicious, and that the Duffers are feeding us all the wrong information to lead us to all the wrong conclusions. But, at this point, why not both. At the moment, everyone thinks that Chrissy is Mikes new love interest, but what if she really isn’t, and they’re pulling a Robin on us (i call it a robin because it was technically straight-baiting in s3 LMFAO). I’m not saying that she might be a lesbian (although 👀 it says on her character info that she’s 18 (robins got some game to work with now ahaha)) but it could be a straight-bait up until she helps Mike realize his sexuality (i would have said realizes his love for Will😍😍 but recently ive been trying not to input byler into everything i fucking say, so theres how that’s going). Anyways. Last movie!

Now, I’m currently not super concrete on this one to be completely honest. I have a few in mind...

Okay, so don’t attack me, but this could possibly be a mileven storyline. It sort of fits. They have an undeniable connection, but “their fortunes shift considerably and they’re pushed apart” aka the misfortune of the mindflayer and hawkins not being safe for them leads them to moving away and literally being pushed apart. I don’t know about the pursuing other relationships, but we still have no idea what’s going on with El Hopper tbh, i havent a single clue what’s going to be happening with her storyline atm. But either way, that could be it.

ORRRR the MUCH more likely scenario, Jancy :)

Bloggers on here have already predicted that they wouldn’t be endgame, and I was only slightly skeptical because although their relationship was built on shared trauma, a very unstable foundation to have for a ship tbh, i still hung onto the fact that they cared for eachother a lot :,( But the entirety of their season 3 bickering and this summary kind of sealed the deal.

Just like Mike and El, Nancy and Jonathan have been pushed apart aswell. It was already seen in season three that they’d be better of leading separate lives, aka Jonathan was doing fine at the internship, whereas Nancy could have been somewhere better for herself. I doubt they broke up at the end of season 3, but there’s bound to be new relationships for them seperately. It sucks bc I love Jancy, but s3 showed how badly they snap at one another when there isn’t a life threatening event at hand. Jopper on the other hand, I thought their bickering was adorable, but i’m getting off track, sorry lmfaoo.

Once again, I probably am not the first to talk about these, but jsyk if you steal this from me specifically i will track you down and end you. I’ve been speculating about these things since April and July, which is pretty weak tbh, but that was when i had nothing better to do LMFAO. i hope i got at least something right, but i haven’t seen many of the video store friday’s movies, which sucks bc those could really help. But whatever.

(i wrote this really late at night, and it’s poorly edited bc my eyesight sucks lmfao, but i hope you get what i mean)

And that’s it! I hope you like it, or had some sort of impact from it idk, just sharing my thoughts tbh. Anygays, if you have any questions/added ideas/thoughts of any kind, my inbox is always here, you can private message me, and comment if you want!! i love y’all sm lmfao, so excited for the upcoming content were about to get soon, byee!

[sleephyjhs]

Caught in the Act (HEADCANON)

[ requested / masterlist ]

genre :: fluff, angst if you squint

pairing :: idol!jungkook x idol!reader

BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE

you roughly ran through the choreo one last time, brushing over details and turns to get a final practice in

you’d only been able to rehearse for less than a week before the ceremony

which is not a long time considering the scale of the show

but luckily, you and jungkook had learned you worked well together

it helped that choreo was somewhat easy for you both to pick up

as you tried to focus on getting the last run-through down, you couldn’t help but become increasingly nervous

you’d performed at concerts with your own group before

but this was your first ever collab stage

what was even more nerving was that you hadn’t met jungkook long before you began to practice

so the chemistry a performance needed was still building

and there’s no way to could pull this off

or so you thought

it was apparent to you that jungkook seemed hardly phased by the upcoming stage

and if he was, he was incredibly good at hiding it

you positioned yourself next to him on the stage tiles that were preparing to boost you into the spotlight

and couldn’t help but ask if he was scared

you wanted to figure out what was really going on with him

“i’m not nervous. should i be?”

his question made you feel slightly worse for being so scared

“we picked up the choreography pretty quickly. it’s only 5 minutes of our lives. plus i’ve seen you’re pretty good at free styling so, we’re safe.”

“where have you seen me freestyle?”

jungkook caught your eyes before glaring down at his shoes

“i might have watched a video or two.”

A NEW RELATIONSHIP

between MAMA at the start of december and the new year, you’d fallen madly in love with jeon jungkook

and to your knowledge, he’s returned those feelings

you made your relationship official less than two weeks following your collaboration stage

and were yet to open up to anybody about it

your members and his had began to catch on that something was going on between you two

it was difficult to go long without calling each other or facetiming

but then again, it was still early days

this was only normal

you’d even managed to sneak out on your first date already

although you had to wait until students and other young couples were beginning to return to their beds

jungkook knew all the best steakhouses

and of course, places with all the best homemade korean dishes that you both loved

and you knew how to have a good time in seoul

having grown up there, it would be almost worrying if you didn’t

in the day’s break you had in common, you’d find every way to spend time together

and thankfully, your companies both supported you

after all, it had been several years after debut for you both

but both of you were incredibly private people

and you were glad he appreciated personal space as much as you did

YOUR EXPOSURE

the endless calls and texts rolling through your phone woke you up from slumber

being out late last night with your boyfriend seemed to knock you out

tens of missed calls from your manager, jungkook, your members

even your mother had texted you a fair few times

something had happened

and you weren’t looking forward to finding out what

you called jungkook first

he had called the most

“have you seen it?”

“huh? i just woke up, have i seen what?”

“dispatch...”

you alertly raised yourself in your bed and followed to their website

and it didn’t quite hit you automatically when your name was in the largest headline

your name. next to jungkook’s

and a photo of you both entering a restaurant

and another of you getting into his car

and a final one of you smiling next to each other in the front seats

jungkook waited for your response on the other end of the line

“what do we do?”

“there’s not a lot we can do. i mean they’ve caught us, denying it is just stupid. but talk to your manager. they’ll know what to do.”

you spent the morning in phone calls to different staff at your company

jungkook was right; the only thing to do was confirm you’re relationship

before the statement released, you heard from your mother that she was happy for you

and she supported you and jungkook

which only calmed a portion of the nerves you had

understandably, not all fans were happy about your romance

but as the day went on

and when you reunited with jungkook for the first time since news broke

you realised you couldn’t care less

maybe this wasn’t how things were meant to go

but you weren’t regretful that it’s how the turned out

^ thank you sm! ly too 🥺

[megacarapa]

5, 12, 27! ♡

5. 5 tv shows that cheer you up

in no particular order

1. dr stone of course fshdhda a few weeks ago i like opened an episode of it bc i wanted to rewatch one scene that was at the beginning... but then i just kept watching it bc i just never got bored at any point n before i knew it i had rewatched the whole ep GDHDJDJ i also constantly go back n reread various bits from the manga, which should be obvious from how much i post abt it hshdjd

2. the next step!! my sisters and i are rewatching it AGAIN rn and it's just... when i was a teen i used to find it kinda infuriating how all the characters are so stupid n theres so much petty drama but in the last few years i've realized this is actually the funniest show ever sggdhdha like theres so many fucking characters and all of them have so much shit going on (except tiffany😩 god bless her soul) and the acting is so funny and the parts where they show the characters privately commenting on whatevers going on and the lil cutaways between the scenes are fucking hilarious sometimes and also the dances are legit so good, no matter how many times we rewatch it i always have a blast with it gdhdjd this is literally a 10/10 for me now like its actually become a comfort show, i wish there was a bigger fandom for it xD

3. pokemon sun and mood ^-^ back when it first aired i wasn't really sure what to expect bc everything abt it was so different for what the pokemon anime was like up til that point but it grew on me so quickly and i realized making a pokemon anime in a slice of life setting is actually so genius fdhdh i'm so glad they went in that direction, i haven't rewatched it since it ended but i keep going back to watch all the ops and eds and they never fail to make me smile :') along with that, animated pokemon has just been so good recently like in general?? there's the new season which has been so good so far as well (tho i'm like idk 10 episodes behind rn😭), there was pokemon twilight wings, then the gotcha music video (I LOVE THAT MV SO MUCH IT MADE ME CRY) and now there's the new poketoon shorts n i actually haven't watched them yet but i keep seeing gifs of them n they make me so happy😭 the pokemon games keep getting lamer n lamer but in return the anime just gets better and better

4. mob psycho 100 :3 sadly i also haven't rewatched this one in a while but i still love it sm and it meant so much to me back when it aired and bc of it i joined my first discord server and it was the first time i managed to make friends online and was just overall such a nice experience n i still look back on it fondly, this show has done so much to me so just thinking abt it or seeing it on my dash always makes me so happy

5. not a show but a few days ago we rewatched mamma mia again and it made me remember just what a fucking masterpiece it is GDHDJDJ this is one of those movies where literally every scene is fun to watch lmao it NEVER STOPS, me n everyone else in the family know all the songs by heart n always sing along, and it never fails to make me laugh how at the beginning you think the movie is gonna be about sophie but its actually more about her mom who has WAY more going on in her life GDBDHDK also i love the like.. setting/aesthetic of it, idk how to describe it its just so... MEDITERRANIAN gdhshdj idk it's just always such a good time to watch, also now i can't stop listening to abba again

12. if you could make a candle that smelt like anything, what would you pick?

RAIN. i love the smell of rain sm, specifically the smell right before it rains, idk how to explain a smell but u know what i mean, IT'S GOOD STUFF

27. your favourite flavour and brand of tea

i dontt know anything about tea fdhdha so far i haven't really found any tea flavours that i... like more of less than any others hdhdja for me all tea is just tea. idk maybe i just haven't found the right tea yet ú_ù tea fandom give me advice

[thisistenhyungsunderwear]

Welcome Home

Group: NCT/SuperM

Dom!Ten, Sub!FemaleReader, MostlyDomButKindOfSwitch!Taeyong

Warnings: Rough sex, threesome, language

Word Count: 2736

This is my first time writing smut im sorry if it isnt the best :)

Ten had been stressed out ever since he found out SM was planning a WayV comeback when he was on tour with SuperM. Don't get him wrong he loved his job more than anything, but he had no time to relax. Promotions for WayV were just more hours of sleep and relaxation he desperately needed. 

Being the good girlfriend you were, you knew he needed something to take the stress and frustration out on, and you were the perfect thing for such.

He was coming back to the NCT Korea dorm tonight as a rest stop before flying back to China. You decides to surprise him by buying your own plane ticket into Korea and meeting him at the dorm. Thankfully he was just sharing a room with Taeyong in the 127 dorm for the night. You were able to text Taeyong earlier that week and asked him if he would be okay letting you and Ten have the room for a couple hours and he reluctantly complied, also knowing the stress his member contained.

Your flight landed at 3 in the afternoon, and you knew that Ten's landed at 6, so you had at the very least three hours to prepare yourself to meet your boyfriend. No one else in the dorm knew you were there except for Johnny, who would be letting you into the dorm, so it was going to be a surprise for your second favorite group of boys that you missed oh so much.

Knocking on the door, you were bouncing on your heels, body tense with anticipation. It felt like forever until the door swung open, a hopeful looking Johnny meeting your eyes. 

"Johnny!" You squealed, dropping your bag and hugging him. He chuckled in your ear and gave you a tight squeeze back. 

"Y/N," he said, letting you go, "everyone else is in the living room watching a movie. I had to practically run so they wouldn't get the door before me." He said, motioning for you to walk inside and picking up your bag for you. You nodded and took off running, hearing the front door click behind you. 

"Hey Losers!" You said, walking in and plopping down on the couch, acting as nonchalant as you could. You heard a couple heys go by as an automatic response before they all whipped their heads around in shock.

"Y/N?" Jaehyun said, mouth agape. 

"What the fuck?" Doyoung spoke next to you, looking beside him in pure confusion. You giggled and looked around. Haechan and Mark had big grins on their faces, obviously amused by your sudden appearance. Yuta shrugged it off, quickly accepting the fact that you just showed up. Taeil, Jaehyun, and Doyoung began bombarding you with questions, none of which you could understand all at once.

You laughed and began small chat with all the boys, catching up on all the things you missed while living with Ten in China. You loved these boys, they were basically family and it felt so nice to finally be with them. But you track of time. You glanced down wide eyed at your phone screen, 5:57 pm. 

"Shit." You whispered, looking up at Johnny fearfully. Of course Johnny knew Ten was coming home, and though you didn't tell him your evening plans, he easily assumed.

"Go shower now," he rushed you, " It'll take at least 20 minutes for him to get here." You jumped up, almost forgetting your bag before running to the bathroom and turning on the water.

"I don't have time," You said to yourself, panic starting to set in that the night wasn't going to plan. Your shower took you a total of five minutes, just barely getting to scrub and do a quick shave. You looked in the mirror, you looked like a half dry mess. You quickly scrubbed some light makeup on your face, just to make you look somewhat more appealing.

Digging through your bag, you pulled out the special outfit you had planned. The sheer lace material accented every curve of your hips, stomach, and chest perfectly. You pulled the black fabric up as high as it would go, and let your tangled hair fall over your shoulders.

"Not like it was going to stay pretty forever." you mumbled, playing with it for a second longer before giving up and pushing it behind your shoulders and over your back. 

You ran out of the bathroom with a silk robe on, hoping that Johnny kept all the others in the living room so they wouldn't see you in this state.

Quickly remembering which room belonged to whom, you opened the bedroom door and placed your bag down behind where the door would open. You sat down on the bed and pulled your phone out of the robe pocket, hoping maybe Taeyong would give you updates on their location even though you never asked.

You were in luck.

Taeyong: We are about to pull up into the dorm, hope your ready. He isn't in the happiest mood...yet 

You let out an anxious breath. You haven't seen your boyfriend in months, hopefully he would change his mood as soon as he saw you. Of course you were there as a stress reliever tonight, but you weren't there for angry sex.

Your thoughts were interrupted with what sounded like the boys becoming loud and greeting people. Footsteps were heard throughout the whole dorm now, people walking around, the rukus made your breath get caught in your throat. Anxiety filled your body as you tried to prepare yourself for what's to come. The footsteps down the hall became heavy and fast, you felt like they almost matched the pace of your erratic heartbeat. Sounds got louders, people got noisier, your mind got foggier. Then, the door handle moved. You decided to untie the robe, allowing your boyfriend a clear view of what he hasn't seen in a long time.

As the door opened, you refocused your vision, eyes softening at the figure of your boyfriend.

Then your eyes turned fearful as another body walked into the room. You quickly scrambled, forgetting to cover your body back up and actually causing the robe to fall down even more.

Your boyfriend stood there in shock, a look of lust and amusement in his eyes as he stared you down. You wanted to stay something but you were frozen in your spot, eyes trained on the extra figure in the room. 

Taeyong met your eyes, he too frozen in his steps. He was totally unsure of what just happened, but allowing his eyes to linger in your figure for the briefest moment. 

"You didn't tell me, that you would...uh, be in this, in this….situation," he said, the tension building in the room.

"I figured- I didn't know you'd walk in with-" you stuttered, completely unsure as to why he was even still in the room with you. Ten on the other hand, was now trained on watching the interaction between you and Taeyong. Something sparked in him as he watched Taeyong stare at your body for a while. Something he never expected, but seeing one of his best friends stare at his girlfriend in lust, got his blood flowing everywhere. 

The tension only grew in the room, you glanced at Ten for help, hoping he would do something about the third party. He met your eyes and gave you a look that said I've got this. Your mind rest assured as you thought he was going to kick Taeyong out. 

"Go on and kiss her, you know you'd want to, just look at her." Ten spoke, directing himself to Taeyong and you whipped your heads simultaneously in his direction, surprised by his sudden words. 

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to uh, stare." Taeyong stumbled before beginning to turn around as if he was going to leave. 

Ten stopped Taeyong and held him by the arm before whispering i something incoherent in his ear. Taeyong's vision flashed to you every now and then, before giving Ten a questioning look. Ten merely nodded and looked at you.

"Baby," he began, walking towards you, holding the sides of your arms in his hands and kissing your forehead, "how would you like it," he began, kissing down your face and jawline all the way to your ear, "if we let somebody join us tonight." 

Your breathing hitched and you peaked over Ten's shoulder to meet eyes with Taeyong who looked at you helplessly, waiting for your answer while fiddling with his own fingers. 

You looked back at your boyfriend, seeing reassurance in his eyes. You knew he would never force you to do this, and you hoped he actually wanted it just as you did. You smiled softly and nodded at him. He grinned a stupid smile and backed up, taking your hand and bringing you closer to Taeyong.

"Take off the robe babygirl, let Taeyong here see how beautiful you look in your lingerie." Ten said, releasing your hand and turning to Taeyong, awaiting the gaping look on his fave as you let the silk rob slide off entirely. Your entire body now up for show in front of two extremely attractive men. 

"Fuck, can I-" Taeyong said, looking to Ten to see if he could touch me. Ten chuckled and nodded before making his way to the bed.

Taeyong took a couple steps forward before looking into your eyes, checking to see if you were okay with this. You gave him the most innocent eyes you could muster and whimpered as a sign for him to touch you. The soft baby Taeyong that was in front of you disappeared after hearing your whimper, almost like turning on a switch. His eyes became dark and hooded as he charged himself forward, crashing his lips into yours. 

His lips were soft against yours but there was a sense of urgency, as if he had been waiting for a chance to finally kiss you. He wasted no time running his tongue along your bottom lip which you gladly gave him access into your mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist, hands going straight to your ass, squeezing the soft skin. You moaned into his mouth, causing his grip to strengthen, and he began pulling your body closer to his. You could feel his growing bulge through the thin layer of his jeans separating the two of you.

You continued kissing him, him being the dominant one, and you allow him to do whatever. At one point you let your hands roam to the nape of his neck and began pulling the hairs, eliciting a small groan from the back of his throat. You smiled for a brief second, excited to find his weak spots. 

Ten cleared his throat from the bed and you turned your head to face him, Taeyong now sucking spots on your neck. Ten looked almost as fucked out as you did, and he hasn't even done anything yet. His face was flushed, his hand massaging his bulge through his not visible underwear, his jeans being thrown somewhere to the right. You made eye contact with him and Taeyong sucked on a special spot on your neck, causing you to let put an airy moan, but never breaking eye contact. 

"Babygirl, come over here and show Taeyong how skilled you are with that pretty mouth of yours." Ten rasped, his dick now painfully hard seeing you so fucked out.

You silently complied freeing yourself from Taeyong's grip and going to kneel in front of Ten. He stared down at you, his intensity shooting heat straight down to your core. 

Taeyong took a seat next to Taeyong and began unzipping his jeans and taking them off, freeing his painful erection from the tight constraints. You put all of your attention on Ten, and began massaging up and down his thighs, before bringing your fingertips up to his waistband and pulling his underwear down and off. His erection sprang free and glistened with precum. 

You licked your lips and leaned forward pressed a few kisses against the tip, causing him to throw his head back in satisfaction. You took this as a signal to keep going, and took his slowly into your mouth, licking from the base of his shaft all the way to his tip, and going back down and built up a rhythm in which you bobbed your head. Ten groaned a few times, his hand flying to the back of your head and grabbing a handful of hair. 

"Fuck baby" He whispered, starting to involuntarily thrust up to meet your rhythm. You decided to stop bobbing and let your throat relax so he could continue thrusting on his own. He gripped the back of your hair tighter and began bucking up into your mouth roughly. Your gag reflex was practically gone at this point as you were used to your boyfriend using your mouth like this. 

At some point he stopped and pulled your head up, a string of drool and precum connecting you and his cock together appearing between you two.

"Fuck," Taeyong said, gripping his cock harder in his hand, lazily jacking off to the sight in front of him.

"Get on all fours on the bed, now baby." Ten said standing up. You obliged quickly, taking off your lingerie and getting into position for him. Taeyong took place in front of you, and Ten went behind you, his cock sliding up and down between your slit. You moaned, anticipating the fuck he was going to give you. You looked down at Taeyongs cock, which was slightly bigger than Ten's, but had less girth to it. 

You leaned down and began sucking and hollowing your mouth around his cock, while Ten suddenly bottomed out in your entrance, giving you no time to adjust. 

"Fuck, all these months and your this tight baby? Haven't been playing with yourself?" Ten asked, setting a quick rhythm that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. "Oh baby don't let that cock stop you, I think I asked you a question." He growled, pulling your hair and lifting your mouth off of Taeyong's cock. 

"No, I haven't touched myself, that's only for you," you said, whimpering at the pain on your scalp.

"Good girl," He said, releasing your hair and letting you go back to sucking off Taeyong. His thrusts became sharp and deep, taking himself out to the tip and bottoming back in right away. Taeyong on the other hand was gripping the back of your neck, whispering incoherent praises and words as your let his cock pushed back into the back of your throat.

The swirling heat in your gut became stronger and more overwhelming. Taeyong saw your struggle and took the lead of guiding your mouth over his cock while Ten mercilessly kept pounding into you. Reading the signs of your release, he wanted to cum with you.

"Hold it," he gritted through his teeth, " you aren't allowed to cum until i let you." 

You whimpered, holding back the hot feeling. It was getting progressively harder, the mix of Taeyong thrusting into your mouth and holding in your release had tears in your eyes. 

Taeyong was the first to cum, his hot release shooting into the back of your mouth. He lifted you off his cock and closed your chin, a sign he wanted you to swallow. You stared up at him with doe eyes and swallowed him.

 Ten was about to cum, so he took his finger and began to rub your clit, the shock wave sending a scream through your body as you shook through an orgasm. Your legs trembled and your body convulsed, squeezing and releasing on Ten's cock sent him over the edge as he came inside you, a moan escaping his lips. 

You flattered and fell onto the bed, crawling up to meet Taeyong under his arm and Ten coming up behind you to hold you.

Taeyong, although he knew he shouldn't intrude on such a moment, was thankful you two didn't kick him out. He let you curl up under his arm and lay back and stared at the roof. Next time, he wanted to fuck you.

If Ten would let him.

[ahgasescenarios]

Sacrifice- Jaehyun

Word count: 3k

Genre: angst

Request: hi i really loved your scenarios so i was wondering if you could write one for jaehyun where he and the reader obviously have feelings for each other (little moments here and there) but can't be together because of sm and all the other members see them and watch them developing their own thing in a way? id like it to be the members pov maybe? fluffy and a bit angsty idk? thank you! keep up the good work! :)

A/N: Hii, I'm so sorry it took me like 124724 years but here it is! I did get a little carried away writing this (as you can tell by the swear words and my ending) and I'm sorry that it's not that fluffy, I just wanted to show another side of life I guess? (does that even make sense) I hope you like it despite all of that and thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot to hear from you guys:) 

  There was something about fall that you always found comforting. Maybe it was the fact that wearing a hoodie was a given or maybe it was just its traditional aromas that made you feel at ease. Regardless, you felt a bit better facing your day because of that very fact. You were currently a trainee under SM Entertainment and had been for almost a year now.

You were one of the most praised trainees (also one of the most famous ones among the fans) thanks to your fast learning abilities and natural talent. Little did you know, the company had big plans for you.

As a trainee, you had some times where you were lonely. Your success wasn't very well received among the other trainees resulting in them secluding you from their group. You could understand to a certain extent which was why you weren't mad at them for behaving as such.

You sought comfort in other people which happened to be the already debuted members of the company (since they wouldn't judge you for your popularity but actually praise you for it). You got along particularly well with the NCT members, especially since there were so many of them.

Which is why it was normal for you to burst into their dance practice after you were done with your own.

"Heyyy look who's here!" Johnny spotted you first.

You smiled tiredly, collapsing on the sofa. You motioned for them to continue as you laid there. Before long, they decided to take a break.

"You okay there?" Jaehyun asked worriedly.

Jaehyun had been a sweetheart from the getgo. Always looking out for you, bringing you coffee when he thought you were tired from practice, standing up for you when the trainees decided to insult you just for the hell of it.

 If you were being honest, he was also your favorite and you may or may not have developed a little crush on the said boy (although the other boys would argue that you had a rather big crush on him but what did they know).

"I'm okay, tired from practice that's all."

"We can all get supper after this!" You heard Yukhei shout. Of course, he'd want to eat, you thought.

What you weren't telling the boys is that the company had recently forced you to undergo a very strict diet so you were consideringly weakened by it (which reflected in your current exhaustion after only a few hours of practice).

***

"What should we get?" The boys wondered whilst browsing the menu.

You knew you were only going to drink water and eat some vegetables at most, which the boys picked up on, but Taeyong advised them to keep their mouths shut as the "mother" he was. You probably had enough on your plate already (no pun intended).

"Hey, did you have supper already?" Jaehyun asked when the two of you were falling behind.

"Oh, yeah. Had a big lunch." You counter-argued, making yourself cringe at the lie. Jaehyun frowned too, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking further.

"You know you can't lie to me."

"I'm just doing this diet and it's strict, that's all." Your cheeks heated up when you realized he still hadn't let go of you.

"For the record, I think you look fine like this." He lowered his gaze, removing his hand to place them in his pockets instead.

"Thanks." You muttered under your breath, accelerating to catch up to the rest of the group.

***

"(Y/N), come see me in my office at 1 pm today. Important news."

A rather stressful note had been stuck on your door it seemed. It was just 7 am, but you were dreading it already. All the possible scenarios were jumbled together in the mess your mind was at this hour. What if he didn't want me as a trainee anymore? What if I need to stop eating altogether? What if the fans don't like me anymore?

You decided a shower would help divert your thoughts to something else for the time being. It was finally the time to head over to the CEO's office after long hours of staring at the ceiling and trying to distract yourself in vain.

You knocked twice.

"Come in." His eyes were busy studying a paper before him. "Oh, (Y/N), you're here. Sit down."

You did as you were asked, gulping too loudly. After a few minutes of achingly painful silence, he finally looked up from his paper.

"So. You're probably wondering why I called you in here."

You nodded politely.

"Well. As you know, you are one of our most promising trainees. Which is why we want to debut you and 3 other girls in a new girl group. The debut would be a few months from now, but we just wanted to let you know what our plans were."

 Your hand covered your mouth at the news.

"Are you serious?" You could hardly believe it.

"Yes, you deserve it."

You smiled so much your face hurt, but that was the least of your concerns. You were actually going to realize your dream and soon at that. You jumped in excitement, thanking him endlessly for everything. He simply smiled knowingly.

"Now, now. This also means that you need to double your efforts in practice and in dieting. Also, I've caught wind that you've been hanging out with NCT. That can't go on anymore."

Your face fell at the sudden news. You weren't going to be able to see your friends anymore?

"What?"

"That's all. I'll be in touch."

He bowed, signaling it was time for you to leave. The walk back to your dorm was a heart-wrenching one. You were getting to live your dream soon, but you would have to give up the only friends you'd made since you got here. You knew how much your family had sacrificed to get you here and you didn't want to take advantage of any of that, but was it actually worth losing people over?

***

You decided to distance yourself from the group while still being there occasionally. There was nothing wrong with interacting with your colleagues, was there?

  Taeyong's POV

There had been something on (Y/N)'s mind for a while now, that much was clear. We didn't really know what it was, but I had learned early on that it was best to leave things be. "She would tell us when she was ready" was how I had convinced the other members to adopt the same attitude as me.

Jaehyun and (Y/N) had wandered off again, they had developed a habit of doing so. You would have to be blind not to see that they were attracted to each other. I doubted they'd pursue anything, but it was definitely there.

(Y/N) had a calmer feel about her when they came back. Jaehyun looked at her with that stupid grin of his and I couldn't help but feel sad that it couldn't work out for the both of them.

They deserved to be happy and loved, but I knew better than to encourage them to embrace their love for each other, there was just too much at stake.

As there always was when you were an idol.

  Regular POV

Hunger was the worst demon of them all. Since doubling your dieting "efforts", you had figured out that much. You were restricted to piteous amounts of food every day, feeling as though you were in a concentration camp during WW2. The example was extravagant, but you felt so awful that it couldn't even be described in words.

You massaged your temples in an attempt to chase a headache away without much luck. You were on the verge of tears when a knock on your door startled you. You opened it half-heartedly.

"Jaehyun? Hum.. what's up?"

With one look at you, his eyes grew wide.

"Jesus (Y/N), what have they been doing to you?" He burst in, cupping your face to better examine your colorless face.

"Stricter diet, it's... fine." You could barely let out the last word.

"It's not right." He shook his head, suddenly becoming aware of how serious your condition was.

You just shrugged, knowing full well that idols had to endure such pain to succeed.

"It's worth it." You smiled encouragingly.

He wrapped his arms around your now tiny waist, holding you close to him. It took you a moment to return the hug, feeling as though there was something more to it than just a friendly hug. For a reason he didn't even comprehend himself, a single tear fell down his cheek. He pulled away soon after.

He caressed your cheek lovingly, a sad smile on his face. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, hesitant. Before he could even process what he was doing, his lips were on yours. You returned the kiss before long, your hands coming up to rest on his neck. He deepened the kiss, pulling your body even closer which made you gasp. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

"Was that okay?"

"Yeah." You giggled at the silliness of his question.

You spent the night cuddled on your couch, enjoying a marathon of cheesy movies on Netflix (which he was secretly a sucker for, not that he was going to admit that to you) and you wished you could stay like this forever.

But before you knew it, it was the next day and Jaehyun was nowhere to be seen.

Deep down, you knew it was a mistake. No matter how much you liked Jaehyun, you had committed to the company and you had to respect what they asked of you especially since they were the one who controlled the strings of your success.

You ran your hands through your hair, letting out a frustrated groan. Why was it so hard to choose? Why did you even have to choose to begin with?

  Ten's POV

We had all decided to surprise (Y/N) at her dorm for her birthday. The last thing we were expecting was for her to look so distraught when she opened the door.

"Happy birthday!" We all yelled in unison as we had practiced beforehand.

A small smile formed on her lips, but nothing more.

"Don't worry, there aren't any fruits on the cake." I tried to make her laugh since we shared a hatred of fruits.

"Oh, you bought a cake."

"Not in a party mood?" I asked.

"I'm just so exhausted, you know?"

I reminisced about the times when I was in her position, remembering the details vividly. It was always horrible the first few weeks, it would get better. I had been one of the lucky ones.

"It'll be okay. If you need any help with your dancing, you can always come to me." She smiled in thanks.

The second Jaehyun sat down next to her, her mood seemed to lighten up a bit. What was that about?

  Johnny's POV

(Y/N) had probably lost around 20 pounds since the last time I saw her and she was naturally skinny which said a lot. At least Jaehyun was keeping her on her feet, he was doing more than all of us.

But then again, they were obviously in love with each other so it wasn't like there was much we could do.

"When did this start?" I found myself asking Jaehyun when (Y/N) had left for the bathroom.

"When did what start?"

"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about! You and (Y/N)."

"There's nothing going on, we're friends." He looked down, blushing.

"Dude, you're blushing."

Before I could get an answer, (Y/N) came back.

We managed to lift her spirits before the end of the night which was a good sign. We all said goodnight and went back to the dorms.

  Regular POV

A text woke you up from the power nap you were trying to appreciate. It read "My office in 30 min." Getting a message from the boss was never a good sign, but how cryptic it was did not aid in comforting you the least bit. He was obviously not happy with you. You got out of bed reluctantly, putting on some baggy clothes before heading over.

"I thought I told you to stay away?" The question startled you, showing you a new side of your employer.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've tried to stay away as much as possible."

"You're not very good at that, are you? Do you even know what you're risking by disobeying me, young lady?" He took a step forward, anger evident in his eyes.

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again."

"It better not. And lose another 5 pounds while you're at it, you'd never fit in idol clothes looking like that."

You ran away from the office, quietly sobbing. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You had developed an eating disorder through this stupid diet and now he wanted you to lose even more weight? And you couldn't see the people who were the only reason you weren't completely falling apart? What fucked up world were you living in?

One where you had to give up your chance at happiness for your career, it seemed. You cried yourself to sleep, not knowing how you'd break the news to your friends.

***

You had been ignoring them for a week now, refusing any contact with them. Something like what followed was bound to happen, especially given who the person was. Jaehyun stormed in furiously, daggers in his eyes. You simply looked at him with exhaustion in yours.

"Are you ignoring me?"

"It's for the best." You bit your lip.

"How the fuck is it for the best, (Y/N)? You can't just pretend there's nothing between us."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

"Okay, so what if there's something between us? I'm still risking my entire career which by the way hasn't even started yet."

"Oh, and you think  I'm not risking anything?"

"Jaehyun, that's not the point! Don't you think  I want to be happy? Don't you think I'd be with you if I could? I'm telling you it's not my god damn choice!" You were crying by now.

"This doesn't have to be the end, (Y/N)." He stepped closer, you stepped back.

"Yes, it does. We can't be together, we both know that. It's impossible to ask of the company. I can't just start my career with a scandal and you should understand that."

He lowered his gaze, knowing deep down that you were right.

"I wish things were different, Jae. I really wish we'd met before, but there's nothing we can do now." You paused."I'm sorry, I'm just so... exhausted."

And as if to confirm your last words, your vision started to get blurry. The last thing you saw before slipping out of consciousness was the worried expression on Jaehyun's face.

***

*Beep, beep, beep* were the only sounds you could make out when you woke up. It was the sound of your heart beating on the machine from the hospital. Everything in your body hurt and you wondered if you hadn't actually fallen from the 10th floor.

"You're awake."

You had hoped to hear Jaehyun's voice say those exact words to you for a split second, before realizing it was a nurse addressing you.

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days, sweetie. You were severely malnourished, we had to keep you here for observation."

You nodded, processing the information. Well, what a great start to idol life: fainting because of too strict diets.

The nurse left when she noticed a silhouette standing at the door. The color drained from your face when you identified the person as your CEO. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I came here to apologize. I realize I have been rather demanding of you and I'm sorry. You can return to a normal diet after you've gotten better."

He patted your head awkwardly. Just as he was about to leave the room, he looked over to you sympathetically.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to be friends with NCT even with the light of the last few days' events." He smiled as if to say sorry and left.

It's okay, you'll be friends with them after this is all over, you tried telling yourself. Didn't help much though, because who knew when this would be over?

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

***

You were released from the hospital the next day. You were granted a rest day to get your strength back. You decided to just relax and enjoy the short-lived time off. You saw Jaehyun in the halls, but you didn't dare look him in the eye. And that's what it would have to be. Because your dreams were far more important than some love interest, even if that same love interest meant so much to you.

Which is also why this is how your story ends. Because Romeo and Juliet's story didn't end with happily ever after, but with tragedy and loss. Because life is not always fair and that's something people should understand. Because love is a blessing in itself, but it is also a sacrifice that needs to be made in the light of certain events.

You would probably find someone else later or you wouldn't, but that didn't matter then. What did matter is that you had made a choice. And that choice was to follow your dreams and make the most out of them. So you hoped your sacrifice wasn't in vain, because you sure as hell didn't want to wake up to find out it had all been for nothing.

Masterlist

[atinyfeels]

I’m Not Her [Pt 2]

Originally posted by jaehyunz

Genre: Angst Request [open/closed]: Yes [open] Part One // Masterlist

It had been 3 months since you had spoken to NCT. Even though you still had to see them every once in a while because you worked at SM, you still maintained a decent distance with them. Taeil texted various times but eventually gave up after 2 weeks, he even tried to get Irene to talk to you for him, but she refused.

“When are you going to talk to them again?” Joy asked, earning a shrug from you.

The six of you all sat in Red Velvet’s living room watching the latest episode of The Great Seducer. It was a normal thing when a new episode came out of a drama you all were watching, you waited until they were free to get caught up. The current drama so happened to be Joy’s herself.

“I still can’t believe they said all of that,” Seulgi adds taking a bite of her food, “It doesn’t sound like them.”

You shrugged, “well they said it and now I only have you guys.”

“Well I know we’re not going anywhere,” Wendy told you making you smile widely.

That’s how it’s been the past three months if you weren’t home or work, you were at the girls’ dorm watching dramas or messing around. It was nice but you still had a part of you that missed the boys too.

It was late at night when the sound of someone knocking loudly on your door filled your apartment. Groaning, you crawled out of bed and grabbed a robe before making your way to the door and slowly opening it.

“Hello?” you ask before your eyes adjusted to see that Jaehyun staring directly at you. Swallowing hard, you stood up straight and awkwardly looked up at him, “what are you doing here?

“I came to talk,” he stated simply, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest, fully awake now, “you waited 3 months to talk to me? Not even going to try in between then and now to talk to me, then you decide to show up at my door and say you want to talk, you’re unbelievable you know—”

You were cut off by Jaehyun’s arm slipping around your waist and pulling you close to him, before crushing his lips onto yours.Almost immediately, you shoved him back and slapped him across the face. Tears filled your eyes as he stood there in shock, his hand holding the cheek that now had a red mark on it.

“Stay the hell away from me,” you cursed, before slamming the door in his face. You turned around and placed your back against the door as the tears began to flow. The sound of his footsteps fading down the hall made your heart hurt. “What the hell.”

“Y/N,” your manager says beside you, making you standing up immediately and greet him, “I need you to do something for me, Lisa is out with the flu and is being treated, I’m gonna need you to do NCT’s activities for the next week.”

Your eyes widen before you blinked quickly, “but sir, that’s not even my department, can’t Jongin or Jinyoung cover for—” he cut you off, “Y/N, don’t be difficult, just do what you’re asked, you’ll be paid a dollar more for this week and all of your work will be taken care of by Minji, okay?”

You sigh deeply before nodding and taking the paperwork he was handing you, “Yes, sir.”

Just as he left, Minji came over to take over for you. You grabbed your purse and gripped onto the paperwork before heading over to NCT’s practice room two buildings down. You didn’t tell anyone about the kiss that happened 2 nights ago, you didn’t want anyone to know. You were still confused as to why it happened in the first place. Jaehyun never tried to talk to you in 3 months, then he suddenly appeared and kissed you? It didn’t make any sense.

“Alright guy, Y/N will be traveling with us all week,” NCT U’s manager announces as you stood beside him, not looking at any of the members, “if you have any questions just ask her, Y/N just make sure they’re on track and up to date with the schedules, we have a lot of meetings this week so you will be taking a small portion of our work.”

All three managers left you alone with the members, leaving the room quiet. Taeil and Jaehyun kept their eyes on you as the members began talking amongst themselves or started joking around. Taeil went to step forward but stopped when Jaehyun made his way over to you. You chewed on your bottom lip and looked up at him.

“Do you have a question about your schedule Jaehyun?” You asked, earning a couple of the boys to pay attention to you two.

Jaehyun shook his head, “can we talk though?”

“You’ve done enough talking,” you muttered, checking the boys’ schedule for the day, “you guys should start stretching, your choreographer will be here soon. Ten, we need to speak about your schedule.” You look past Jaehyun and at Ten who nodded and made his way over to you. “Okay so, Monday—You can go.” Jaehyun’s eyes widened as you shot him daggers, making him nod and go back to the rest of the boys.

This was going to be a long week and you knew it. When the night finished, the managers invited you out with the older boys, you declined but they insisted, eventually making you agree. During dinner, you stayed quiet, awkwardly sitting between NCT 127′s manager, Jisoo, and Jaehyun.

“Are you not going to eat anymore?” Jisoo asks, making you look up at him as he placed another piece of meat on your plate, “Here, eat up.”

You smile and thanked him before you began eating. The rest of the night consisted of you keeping your attention focused on Jisoo and NCT U’s manager while Jaehyun grew uncomfortable beside you. Other members attempted to talk to you, but you pretended like you didn’t hear them. Once the night ended, you all began to pack up.

“Let me take you home,” Jisoo insisted, looking down at you. You smiled and opened your mouth to agree but were shut down by someone putting their jacket on your shoulders.

“I can do it Hyung, curfew isn’t for another hour,” Jaehyun says, making you look up at him with wide eyes. Jisoo’s eyebrows rose as Jaehyun wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started walking with you towards your apartment. “Stupid, don’t you know it’s cold out here, where is your jacket?” You scoff and began taking it off but he only put is back on, “keep it on, you’ll catch a cold.”

You roll your eyes, “Why do you care? Why are you even walking me home, I can do it on my own.”

“Because I want to talk,” he says again, making you stay quiet, “listen about that kiss, I’m sorry that wasn’t planned and you wouldn’t shut up.”

You scoff, “so that gives you the right to do it.”

“I’m trying to apologize for it, will you quit being stubborn,” he snapped, making you roll your eyes, “look, about this whole mess I am sorry, what happened 3 months ago was never supposed to happen.”

“What exactly? Me finding out you guys hate me or you guys replacing me with your shiny new toy,” you ask looking straight on.

“She’s not my shiny new toy, she used me and manipulated us,” he mumbled lowly.

You slowly glance up at him, “how?”

“Well, I found out that SM was paying her to date me to push you out of our personal lives, so like the sneak she was she filled our free time with anything and everything so you wouldn’t be able to come around,” he states, looking down at his feet.

“When did you find all of this out?” you ask, chewing on your bottom lip.

“The night before you came to the studio,” he says, looking at you as you both stop walking, “I asked our manager and he said that if we continued to hang out with you, you would be out of a job and I knew how much you wanted this job. Everyone knew except for Taeil, which was why he kept trying to contact you, our manager kept us on a strict schedule that barely gave us time to text that’s why he stopped talking to you. That day at the studio, Chenle saw you making your way and ran back to us, so we had to get into character and pretend we hate you.”

You swallow hard, “I could’ve found another job, JYP, Starship, and FNC all offered me a job after I graduated.”

He nodded, “I know, but you were so excited when you got the offer I didn’t want you to be upset to go somewhere else.”

You also nodded and continued to walk with him to your apartment, “Why did you kiss me that night?”

“Because I still have feelings for you,” he states, making you stop and look up at him.

“What? What do you mean still?” You asked.

Jaehyun looked back at you and nodded, “for 2 years now, I’ve had feelings for you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because if the media found out, you would’ve been hurt and I don’t want that,” he states.

Slowly, you felt the tears begin to build up again, “why do you make all these decisions for me without my knowledge? I could’ve been happy instead of being hurt these past 5 months Jae!”

Jaehyun frowned and pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m sorry.”

The tears fell and he held you tighter, “why do you enjoy hurting me.”

“I don’t,” he says, stepping back and looking down at you, “I hate seeing you hurt, that’s why I made all those decisions, I promise you none of this was my intentions, I promise you. Come, let me take you home, okay?” The two of you stayed quiet the rest of the way home, Jaehyun’s hand slipped in yours until he walked you to your front door and stopped. “We don’t have to start anything right away, you have a lot to think about, okay?”

You nod and take your hand back, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he says kissing your temple before leaving you alone.

One month later everything had changed, you quit working at SM and joined Starship instead. Their rules were less strict than SM and didn’t mind who you interacted with outside of work as long as you didn’t interfere with anyone else’s work life in other companies. The boys apologized which you happily accepted, missing being around them like crazy.

Jaehyun did everything in his power to make sure he made up for how he acted and treated you. Taeil apologized like crazy, no many how many times you assured him he did nothing wrong, he still felt guilty. You missed these boys more than you thought you would.

“He seems happier now,” Taeil states as the two of you watch Jaehyun and Yuta mess around as the four of you hung out at the bowling alley.

You glance at Jaehyun and nod, “he does.”

“He missed you a lot, kept mentioning you to me,” he mumbled, “I’ll never be him, I know that, and I really hope the two of you are happy.”

You smile softly and hug him, “We will be, we are.”

Jaehyun glanced over at you and made his way over, “mind if I steal her for a second?”

“Go for it,” Taeil says.

You allowed Jaehyun to take your hand before he led you away from the crowd and outside. You chuckled and gripped on his hand tightly. Jaehyun stopped and pressed your back up against the wall, making you smile up at him.

“What are you doing?” you ask, with a wide smile.

“I didn’t want to kiss you in front of others because I know you want to stay a secret for now, except for Taeil of course” he says, making you blush deeply as he began to lean down. Gently he pressed his lips onto yours before you kissed him back. His lips stayed against yours for a moment before he pulled back and looked down at you with a smile, “I like you...a lot.”

You chuckle, “I like you too...a lot.”

[ghcstvalleychief]

LMAO!!!! This is soo funny…I never really followed that company to begin with, I always thought being a fan of a company or d*ckriding a company was completely Stupid bc most of the time companies will only do what’s beneficial for THEM and Them only. So when the whole mess started and people started lashing out I was just amused bc like, what did people expect? Not to make this about K-pop but one really good example of a sh*tty company is SM entertainment a unique company that likes to self sabotage and f*ck over their most well liked groups but apparently these companies have multiplied lmao but they really don’t learn. It took that one JR group to up their predecessors almost 6yrs to come at the level that their Srs we’re playing at their 2nd year! Like ??!! You can push and shove your “ARTISTS” down everybody’s throats but if they don’t have the “it” factor it won’t work ! Simple as that. You can shove promotions to everyone else but it doesn’t mean it will be successful. I only feel bad because Apo legit loves the atmosphere around that company so maybe there are “some” ppl that are worth 2 cents but other than that this became a total shit show and I’m glad Mile has only 1 yr in mind and hopefully Apo follows and since I truly believe that they both talk to each other about their plans I feel like Mile could incentive Apo to walk into better things that he can have the world just with a better management.

Sorry to vent I just it’s a mess I’m justo glad I never bought that company’s bs. Since the beginning I’ve only ever stayed bc of MileApo. They deserve the world !

I’m also happy about their Vogue Spread, Manifesting a full on cover next ! ✨✨✨✨🙏🏼

Bootlicking any company is weird to me. But then again, I've always been pretty radical when it comes to that. I know there are some people who are more susceptible to certain things, but that's a wild choice to make. Stanning a company who hasn't done shit to warrant such loyalty and adulation is asinine. Companies are corporations. Because of this, these corporations don't give a shit about you. They want your money. They care about that, but they don't care about you. They don't even care about their talent either. They care about the amount of money said talent can bring in for their company, but they don't give a shit about their talent.

I was mostly indifferent to BOC in the beginning, and I definitely didn't know everything that had taken place with this company. Mind you, I only know secondhand information about the chaos that occurred that almost left this show unaired and forgotten. I wasn't around back then, so my feelings for this company isn't rooted in any sort of gratitude like it may be for other fans. I know some people have this weird loyalty to BOC because it "saved" the show. All of the stuff with authors wasn't revealed to me until after I joined the fandom.

In regards to the culture and atmosphere of this company, I'll say this - nothing is what it seems. I'm not saying that because I know anything. I'm only saying that I'm sure Apo enjoys that aspect of the company but I don't completely buy that the culture is as peaceful as we think. BOC fostered an environment where authors were allegedly able to sexually harass the cast multiple times, so I don't think the atmosphere is that great. I'm not denying that Apo may feel that way, but everything else that's happened within that space tells me that there's some weirdness going on there that hasn't been revealed yet.

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At Least It’s Not Sports (Part Four - Senior Year, Second Semester)

and here’s the grand finale! thanks for hanging out, theatre nerds, and happy Richie Tozier’s birthday!

Title: At Least It’s Not Sports (High School Drama Club AU)

Pairings: Reddie, Stanlon, Benverly, Bill x Audra

Rating: less explicit than last time but still a quick sexy moment

Summary: Richie interrupted his thoughts. “So. You wanna talk?” Eddie didn’t want to talk. He wanted to kiss Richie so hard that they both forgot everything about what had happened between them, and then he wanted to start over from there. He reined back his imagination and nodded slowly. “I think that would be a good idea.”

Warnings: excessive sappiness, straightforward Stan

Freshman Year / Sophomore Year / Junior Year / Senior Year First Semester

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They didn’t talk to each other for a little while after The Incident.

Everything else was normal. They both ate at the same lunch table, both continued to socialize with their friends, both went through the motions of school. They just...didn’t talk to each other.

It fucking sucked.

Eddie missed Richie with everything in him, to the point where it was physically painful to even look at him most days. He knew he was the one that had fucked up - if he hadn’t had so much to drink, then things wouldn’t have escalated in the first place - but for the first time, it really, truly felt like Richie hated him, and that was almost unbearable.

More than that, it meant that Eddie didn’t have anyone he could talk to. Richie had morphed, over the summer, into not only friend and crush but confidante. Eddie trusted him implicitly - always had, even when things were rocky - and though he loved the rest of his friends, his relationship with them wasn't the same. Even Bev didn’t get him like Richie did - didn’t listen and understand like Richie could.

He found himself on the phone with Stan a lot.

“I don't know if you should talk to him, Eddie, I really don’t.” Stan sounded tired. He always sounded tired. College seemed exhausting. “You probably really freaked him out. I can’t imagine hooking up with someone only to realize after the fact that they weren't really in any position to consent.”

“I did consent,” Eddie insisted, cradling his cellphone to his ear and willing his mother to stay out of his room. “I wanted it. All of it.”

“Did you tell him that?”

Eddie sighed. “No. But he won’t even look at me.”

“If you tell him that, he might.”

“But--”

“Don’t call me if you don’t want my advice, Eddie,” Stan said, and hung up.

“I applied to NYU--” Eddie tried, hoping that a subject change would keep Stan on the phone, but he was already gone.

The winter play rolled around much like it always did - too quickly. Bill was absolutely beside himself with making sure that everything was running smoothly...no matter how many times Eddie assured him that yes, everything was running smoothly. Bev’s costumes were sublime, Ben’s set design was sophisticated and easy to work with and around (which Eddie very much appreciated, as SM), and Richie was brilliant in a part that had literally been written for him.

In short, it was perfect, and Eddie absolutely hated it.

He hated that every single thing on stage was a visual reminder of the fact that they were leaving; that it was their last straight play together. He hated Bill’s obsessing, and Bev’s incessant swatching, and Ben’s need to focus and refocus the lights.

Most of all, he hated having to watch Richie. The stage was where Richie belonged; where Eddie had fallen in love with him, and now, it was where Eddie came back to have his heart sliced open again and again and again.

Sometimes, Richie would catch him looking. Those were probably the moments that sucked the worst. Neither of them had any idea what to do, so Eddie would end up angrily returning to his clipboard and Richie would shove his hands in his pockets and look down.

Stan was still on winter break through their final dress rehearsal, and so decided to come in to assess the play’s progress. (Eddie was pretty sure he was actually there to check out attractive, older Bill, but that was apparently neither here nor there...and besides, Stan and Mike were still going strong.) When he saw what was going on between Richie and Eddie, he all but ripped out his curls.

“Why didn’t you tell me that things were this bad,” he hissed once Eddie had given his end of show notes. Eddie had been careful not to include Richie in them for the last couple of runs because he didn’t want to seem vindictive...but there were some major prop switches that Richie needed to make, and Eddie knew that Stan had noticed each and every one. “It’s impacting the show.”

Eddie sighed. “I did tell you. Obviously you’re not listening to the shit I tell you over the phone.”

“No, I’m not,” Stan acquiesced. “Well, shit, Eddie.”

“Well, shit,” Eddie agreed, pulling the strings of his black hoodie tight enough that his face was enveloped in his hood.

“So let’s fix it.” Stan was not in the mood for pity parties (not now, and really not ever). He stood up once Ms. Starrett was finished giving acting notes, and crossed down through the sea of departing actors. Eddie watched him, frozen with panic.

“You mean right now?!”

“Right now,” Stan confirmed. “If the audience has to watch Richie Tozier walk onstage tomorrow with a dagger that looks like it came out of a Polly Pocket set, it will be your fault, and I will be sure to murder you personally. We are talking to him right now.”

“Tyrant,” Eddie moaned, shuffling reluctantly after him.

Richie’s face lit up when he saw Stan, and Eddie felt an ugly pang of jealousy - it had been weeks since Richie had looked at him with anywhere near that kind of excitement.

“O Stanny boy, the pipes the pipes are calling!” Richie pulled Stan into a hug, which Stan returned with minimal enthusiasm and mild disgust. “What brings you back to hang with us lowly folk?”

“First and most importantly, I hate you,” Stan began, counting off on his fingers. “Second, grab a different knife from the prop table at the beginning of act two, for the love of God.”

Richie’s face fell. “I like the pink one, though.”

“Third,” Stan continued, plowing through at a rate that was making Eddie’s heart hammer, “I’ve got someone here who’d like to talk to you.”

“Mike?” Richie looked around with interest.

“I wish.” Stan took a moment to look wistful, and then reached back to pull Eddie forward. “Ta-da.”

Eddie swallowed hard and willed himself to sink through the floor.

Richie was pretending to look pleasantly surprised, but his switch to a shitty Russian accent betrayed the fact that Stan had actually put him off of his game. “Zees eeez...veddy unexpected, Comrade.”

“That’s me,” Stan said, purely monotone, “Mr. Unexpected.”

Richie and Eddie blinked back at him.

“Well, okay.” Stan ran a hand through his hair matter-of-factly. “My work here should never have started, but it did, and now it’s done, and I’m gonna go to Mike’s. Use protection if it comes to that, please.”

Neither of them felt like they were in a position to respond to Stan’s insult, so he was met with silence. This was clearly very satisfying for him; he walked away with a smile on his face. Richie and Eddie watched him until he reached the door.

Eddie didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence, so he turned back and looked at Richie’s hands instead. They were way bigger than his, and obviously not paid much mind to (there was a callous on the inside of his right pointer finger from his pencil, and there were pen scribbles up and down his arms from when he was bored in class), but Eddie had always thought that they were kind of beautiful.

Richie interrupted his thoughts. “So. You wanna talk?”

Eddie didn’t want to talk. He wanted to kiss Richie so hard that they both forgot everything about what had happened between them, and then he wanted to start over from there.

He reined back his imagination and nodded slowly. “I think that would be a good idea.”

“I think so, too.” Richie took a deep breath, and gestured to one of the rows of auditorium seats. “Wanna sit?”

“Sure.” Eddie sat in the space that Richie had gestured to, feeling awkward about how formal this all suddenly felt. Richie looked like he felt the same way, which was a small comfort.

Once they were both situated, Eddie geared himself up, and began.

“I guess I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said, picking at his shoelaces.

Richie crossed his arms and slouched in his chair. “I’m not super sure what you’re sorry about. I’m the one that did the fucked up thing, remember?”

“No.” Eddie couldn’t bring himself to look at Richie. “No, Rich. I, uh, planned the getting drunk and talking to you thing. I planned it.”

“Okay, what.” Eddie knew that Richie’s eyes were on him; could almost feel them, like they were laser beams. “I don’t think I get it.”

“I wanted to be with you, and I didn’t think I was going to be brave enough to be honest about that if I was sober,” Eddie said, so quickly that it was basically incomprehensible. He forcibly jerked his head up to look at Richie - he didn’t want to know how much Richie was going to hate him, but he had to deal with the repercussions of all this properly or he’d be kicking himself for years, probably.

Eddie could practically see Richie deciphering and then processing the information he’d been given. His eyebrows went up, and he knitted his brow in concentration. “Okay. I mean - am I really that scary?”

“Sometimes,” Eddie admitted, feeling the tips of his ears go scarlet. “Mostly, I think I’m scared of myself.”

“And why is that?” Richie started to bounce his leg. Eddie was starting to feel anxious by proxy.

This crazy, stupid dancing around each other shit needed to stop. Eddie was going to put an end to it, right this instant.

“Because I want you so much,” Eddie breathed, looking Richie directly in the eyes. “I know you’re gonna break my heart, and I want you anyway.”

Richie inhaled softly and flexed his fingers, seemingly debating whether or not to touch Eddie. He ultimately withheld his hands, but he kept his eyes on Eddie, combing up and down.

“I didn’t date April because I liked her,” Richie finally said, tapping on his leg. “You know that, right?”

Eddie thought about it - remembered the sick, churning jealousy he used to feel when he saw Richie and April together. “I didn’t at the time.”

“And I didn’t leave you at the cast party because I didn’t want you,” he continued, closing his eyes. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since that first fucking day, when you sassed me back at the Workshop.”

“Oh.” Eddie didn’t know how to respond to that. His stomach was tied in so many knots that he was sure he wouldn’t be able to eat for weeks. He’d always assumed that Richie was joking - at least in the early days. “Why, um...why didn’t you tell me?”

Richie turned a little bit so that his upper body was facing Eddie. He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re scary, too. And it’s hard, you know...when you’re a little shit who can’t fucking hold it together when his crush starts flirting back.”

Eddie didn’t know what he was talking about...and then suddenly, he did.

“Is that what happened sophomore year?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious. Richie chuckled.

“Yeah. My feelings were kicking my ass, and I saw something happening that I felt like I didn’t deserve, so I...bailed.”

“Are you gonna bail this time?”

Eddie didn’t know what prompted him to say that, but he was a little mortified that he had. He buried his head in his hands, face burning red.

Before he had a chance to cool down, one of his hands was being tugged away from his face. Richie took it and held it between both of his own, like it was something precious.

“I’m gonna do my best,” Richie said softly.

This time, when he leaned in for a kiss, Eddie didn’t pull away.

----

“So are you guys like, dating?” Ben squinted at the two of them, confused.

It was the next day at lunch, and Richie had just finished recounting their post-rehearsal conversation to their friends...which was embarrassing as fuck, especially because Richie kept trying to embellish the things that he said to make it sound more badass...but it felt like stuff that everyone else needed to know. The group had put up with their shit for a long, long time.

Eddie shrugged. “Something like that.”

Bev stared between the two of them with murderous eyes.

“Something like that?! I listened to both of you asshats whine about your feelings for years! You’re dating, and that’s final! I deserve this!”

Richie sipped at his water bottle. “Yeah, okay.”

Still fuming, Bev pushed herself up and over to the hot lunch line. Richie and Eddie watched her go, and as soon as she was gone, put their joined hands on the lunch table.

“You know, me and Bev are dating,” Ben said, trying to add relevant information to the conversation.

“We know,” Richie, Eddie, Bill, and Audra chorused.

“Oh.” Ben thought about that. “Shit.”

“We’re all coupled off, now,” Bill said, giving Richie and Eddie a warm smile. “Fucking gross.”

“Fucking gross,” Eddie agreed, feeling almost serene for the first time in his whole adolescence.

----

Sonia took the news considerably less well.

Eddie had turned eighteen back in September, and so was an adult and legally able to leave Sonia’s house should the need arise. This was the primary reason he decided to tell Sonia that he’d been actively disobeying her all year - if she tried anything, he could leave, and Richie had already offered his house as a sanctuary of sorts. Richie’s parents knew and understood the circumstances, and seconded Richie’s offer enthusiastically. (They’d met Eddie at cast events before, and when Richie brought him back to his house for the first time, Maggie Tozier had taken one look at the two of them, thrown her head back, and let out a big, hearty laugh - Richie’s laugh - and said “Oh, FINALLY, Richard.”)

Eddie would have loved to have had Richie there for the big reveal, but that would only have made things worse, guaranteed.

“Mama,” he said, on one otherwise unremarkable night in mid-March, “I have news.”

“If it’s to say that you got into that New York school, put the thought out of your head,” Sonia said irritably, “you’ll catch something awful in those disgusting subways.”

Eddie had, in fact, gotten into NYU’s College of Arts and Sciences for prehealth, but that wasn’t the conversation he was looking to have at the moment.

“It’s about Richie Tozier,” he said, bracing himself.

Sure enough, she whipped around, eyes glinting. “What about Richard Tozier, Edward?”

Eddie took a deep breath, looked her dead in the eyes, and bit the bullet. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Sonia genuinely didn’t know what to do with herself at that. Her face changed colors several times before settling on an unattractive purple, and she gestured wildly with her hands. It would have been funny if Eddie weren’t absolutely terrified.

“I knew he’d lure you back in,” she finally hissed. “Boys that...evocative...are nothing if they’re not preying on younger, nicer--”

“I’m older than Richie,” Eddie said, anger bubbling up in his throat, “it was his birthday last week...and he’s a good person, mama. I’m with Richie because he’s a good person.”

“He’s corrupted you.” Sonia reached for the landline, which was on the table next to her chair. “I’m calling the doctor.”

“I won’t go.” Eddie stood firm, even though his nerves were all but begging him to buckle. “I’m eighteen now, mom. I won’t go.”

They glared at each other for an uncomfortably long time. Eddie could see the fear in her eyes - the lack of understanding, the hatred - and he wondered, not for the first time, how he could have possibly grown up to be the person he was while living in her household.

“Go to your room,” she said once the silence became unbearable. “Don’t come back down.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie muttered, climbing the stairs with great relief.

She stopped acknowledging him after that, for the most part. Eddie counted it as a win.

----

The musical was a joyous experience, especially compared to the icy treatment Eddie was getting at home.

Ms. Starrett had picked a comedy for Richie, and he was absolutely thriving in his role. Every time he got to pratfall or do an exaggerated voice, his eyes would flick over to Eddie for a split second, and Eddie lived for those moments - lived to bask in that joy.

Well, really, actually, Eddie was living for every single moment he spent in Richie’s company. Eddie had quietly loved his time stage managing for the drama club since his freshman year. Losing himself in cues and notes and schedules was so easy, and he loved seeing the finished product and knowing that he’d played a central role in making things come to be.

There had only been one piece missing, and now that he had it, Eddie was loudly loving his time stage managing. Mrs. Starrett couldn’t believe how drastically his mood had changed, and was being really nosy about trying to figure out the reason. (Eddie was pretty sure she already know and just wanted to hear him say it, but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction after last year’s ‘Richie and Eddie bit’ debacle.)

The rest of the cast found it...extremely annoying.

“You know, I thought I wanted this,” Bev said after she caught Richie with his hands down Eddie’s pants in the costume closet for the fourth time, “but so help me God, if this happens again, I will castrate you both.”

“Does Ben know about your interest in our dicks?” Richie asked, not removing his hands from the bare skin of Eddie’s ass. Eddie closed his eyes and prepared for swift death by way of Beverly Marsh.

“Just make it quick this time, dumbass.” Beverly turned on her heel and left, obviously disgusted. “But then, it’s always quick for you.”

Eddie giggled against Richie’s lips as they listened to her leave. “She got you.”

“You got me,” Richie mumbled, groping Eddie’s ass with renewed interest. “You got all of me.”

“I did,” Eddie said, in wonder and amazement, kissing him fiercely. “Holy shit, I did.”

Like all joyous things, though, the musical was over far too soon. Before Eddie knew it, he was watching Richie, Bill, and Bev take their final bows, wearing matching togas and crying. (Eddie may also have been crying, but nobody needed to know that.) Richie looked offstage for a moment and blew him a kiss, eyes sparkling with tears and emotion, and Eddie flipped him off in return, heart full.

“You okay down there, Eddie?” Ben’s voice came cautiously over the headset. He was a junior and there was no need for him to shed any tears yet, so he was rather alarmed by his friends’ emotional outbursts.

“I’m not crying, Ben, shut up,” Eddie hissed into his headset.

“I didn’t say--”

“Shut up,” Eddie repeated, switching off his headset and turning back to the stage, trying to memorize the way Richie’s curls haloed in the stage lights.

Eddie skipped out on the final part of crew cleanup (he’d been in this program for four whole years; he deserved a little bit of leeway, and besides, Stan had done the same thing his senior year) to go greet Richie in the lobby after the show. He had pretty much stopped crying by then, so he figured he was safe to appear in public without anyone questioning his red eyes.

He was so wrong. As soon as he saw Richie standing with his parents, looking gleeful and absolutely wrecked, his eyes immediately started to burn with happy tears.

“Richie,” he called, reaching into his bag to grab the comic books and candy he’d bought as a congratulatory present. (Richie always killed flowers, so that was out.) “C’mere!”

It took Richie a moment to locate him, but once he did, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. He bounded over to Eddie in four neat strides, reached out, and swooped him up in his arms, spinning him crazily. “Eds, Eds, Eds!”

“Oh my fuck--put me down, idiot!” Eddie banged on his shoulder, trying and failing to pretend to be upset. “I’ve got stuff for you, and you just made me drop it.”

“So sweet,” Richie cooed, getting in one more good spin before putting Eddie back down, “Spaghetti Kaspbrak really thinks that I’d want any gift but a date with his mo--”

“Shut UP,” Eddie groaned, pulling himself up on his tiptoes, “shut up, shut up.”

“With pleasure,” Richie agreed, pulling him in for a terrible (wonderful) kiss with too much teeth and Richie’s glasses pressed uncomfortably into Eddie’s face. Eddie heard Ms. Starrett give a little excited cheer behind him, and couldn’t help but giggle into Richie’s mouth. For all of her poking around, it was nice to know that they had her support.

“Edward.” Eddie jumped back at the sound of a second, uncomfortably familiar voice. Richie opened his eyes and peered out through his glasses, looking confused and a little hurt, but his expression morphed into extreme concern when he saw who was behind Eddie.

With a shudder, Eddie turned around to face his mother.

“Mom?”

Sonia looked uncharacteristically pensive. She wasn’t dressed as fancily as she usually did to leave the house - she was wearing a tracksuit and no garish jewelry - and her eyes were trained on the ground.

“I wanted to say,” she began, “that--”

“Mama don’t,” Eddie pleaded softly, looking anxiously between her and Richie.

“That I thought the show was very amusing,” she finished, looking up - not at him, but at Richie. “You performed very well, Richard.”

Richie shoved his hands into his pockets, stunned. “Uh. Thanks, Mrs. K.”

“I hope you’re proud, Edward.” Her eyes fell on Eddie, now, and it was all Eddie could do not to cry. He’d never imagined she’d make an effort - never in a million years thought that she’d be nice to Richie, or appreciate any of the things that Eddie enjoyed.

For all of the shit she’d put him through - and all of the shit she’d put him through in the future, because this wasn’t totally fixed yet, not by a long shot - she did love him, at the end of the day.

“Thank you, mama,” he whispered.

She straightened up. “I expect you back home by ten.”

“Yes,” he said numbly. “Okay.”

“Have a nice night, boys,” she said, turning to leave. “Be appropriate, and Eddie-bear...take your medicine.”

“Okay!” Eddie said, at the same time that Richie said, “You’re one in a million, Mrs. K!”

After she exited the door of the lobby, Eddie turned back to Richie. “Am I dreaming?”

“Fuck if I know.” Richie smiled, soft and sweet. “All dreams are good dreams when both me and your mother are involved, though--”

“Choke on a thousand dicks,” Eddie laughed, and kissed him again, dizzy with hope and disbelief.

He couldn't have asked for a more perfect closing night.

----

By the time the drama awards happened, they all knew where they were going off to college - except for Richie.

Eddie had sent in his paperwork to NYU, and was incredibly excited to be able to start fresh in a place that was so...not Derry. His mother wasn’t thrilled about his decision, and was, alarmingly, looking for apartments just outside of the city so as to be nearer to him, but Eddie was handling that. It was nice to feel like he could handle that, now.

(Stan was kind of upset that Eddie hadn’t chosen to join he and Mike in Boston, but given that Bill was enrolled in Boston University’s playwriting program, he couldn’t complain.)

Bev was headed to the city, too - she was going to study fashion at Parsons, which Eddie thought was just perfect. Ben wasn’t graduating until the year after, but he was already looking into NYU (or Columbia, as a reach) for architecture and design.

Richie had gotten into some schools - SUNY Pace and Purchase for acting, as well as Emerson in Boston (Stan had voiced some concerns about having Richie in Boston, but Eddie was pretty sure he was secretly hoping for it to happen), but he was still waiting to hear back from his first choice, NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. He and Eddie were both going a little crazy over the lack of response - Richie because it was his future, and Eddie because he felt like they deserved to be in the same place for the next four years, after all the shit they’d gone through to be together.

The letter came on the day of the awards, and Richie all but had a nervous breakdown.

“I was already terrified of not getting anything tonight, but now this?” Richie brandished the letter at Eddie like it was on fire. “This?!?”

The letter was tellingly large. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“They don’t send all this shit to people who don’t get in, you absolute nerd,” Eddie sighed, taking the offending object from Richie’s hands. “You want me to open it?”

“Please,” Richie mumbled, bouncing on the soles of his feet. “Just...rip off the bandaid.”

Eddie tore open the white paper and extracted a folder. He opened it, and felt his own nerves melt away.

“Congratulations, Richard Tozier,” Eddie read triumphantly, “you’re gonna act at NYU!”

Richie leapt at Eddie so ferociously that the two of them went toppling down onto the grass of Richie’s front lawn. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to care about the inevitable grass stains on the back of his polo - instead, he reached for Richie and kissed every inch of space on his face that he could reach. Finally, finally, finally, the universe was giving them a go-ahead.

“This is the best day of my fucking life,” Richie crowed, grabbing Eddie’s face and kissing him back firmly. “Which program did they put me in?”

Eddie re-opened the folder. “Uh. Experimental theatre wing?”

“Yesssss,” Richie breathed, “the weird shit. Oh, Eds, the future’s gonna kick ass for us, isn’t it?”

“It better,” Eddie said, curling himself against Richie and burying his face in his shoulder. “No, it will. We’ll be together, so it will.”

“Cute, cute, cute.” Richie snaked his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Hey, do you think you’ll pick back up with stage management when you’re there? You know...for me?”

“Don’t ruin it,” Eddie warned, words half-muffled by Richie’s shoulder.

Richie laughed. “Just a thought. You know...for youherrrrr considehrrratiohnnnn,” he finished, moving into an unplaceable accent.

“We’ll figure shit out when we get there,” Eddie said, giving Richie a halfhearted shove for using a stupid voice.

Whatever happened, it would be okay. They’d figure it out together.

----

And if Eddie was considering continuing to stage manage, well...Richie didn’t have to know that until later.

----

Eddie Kaspbrak loved theatre.

There were a lot of things about him that he wasn’t super sure about, but that much he knew was unequivocally true. He loved the lights, the sets, the way the mood changed when the lights went down. He loved knowing that everything was in its place; he loved being the person that called the shots to make the magic happen. He even loved the people - he knew that all of the friends he’d made there over the years were friends that he’d keep forever.

Most of all, though, Eddie loved watching Richie Tozier do theatre. He loved seeing Richie perform, he loved watching him win the award for ‘Best Overall Acting’ at their senior drama awards, and he loved the fact that Richie was going to be able to move on and do the thing that he was so absolutely tremendous at.

Eddie Kaspbrak loved theatre...and Richie Tozier, and that was that.

End scene, blackout.

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Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 13

April 27, 2018

Renesmee sits under the tree looking out at the water. She rakes her fingers through her hair thinking. “I knew you would be here.”

Kyungsoo says walking out from behind the tree. Renesmee jumps hearing him causing him to smile sitting next to her. “So wanna tell me why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

Renesmee looks down at her phone picking it up. “Oh…I’m sorry I guess I didn’t hear it.” She checks the volume seeing it’s all the way up.

“You were that deep in thought.” He asks and she nods crossing her legs sighing. “You know trying to force your memory won’t help.”

“I know but I can’t help it…but.” She looks down at the drawings again sighing closing her eyes.

“But what….” He tilts his head watching her.

“But that’s not why I’m here I don’t think.” Renesmee says closing the book putting it back in her bag.

“Then why are you here?”

“I don’t know….” She says looking up at the sky. “He’s right.”

“Who?” He asks looking back at her.

“Sooman-nim…if I don’t let go I’ll just hurt myself.” Renesmee says leaning back against the tree. “I just don’t know how.”

Kyungsoo looks away sighing and Renesmee turns her head towards him. “Okay what’s wrong you’ve been acting different since the concert.”

“Why don’t you come to me when you need help?” He asks looking back at her. “You ask Chanyeol for help with your solo, you open up to Chen about your problems.”

Renesmee looks down at her lap thinking and she slowly reaches over grabbing his hand. “I asked Chanyeol oppa because his voice worked best and I needed someone really tall to play the part of darkness.”

Kyungsoo looks down at their hands then back up at Renesmee face. She looks at the water as she speaks.

“And I didn’t open up to Chen oppa…well not that much he apologized for what happened and when he asked why was I throwing up I told him.”

“And before you even ask you were away with filming.” She holds up her other hand pointing her finger at him. Kyungsoo smirks closing his mouth hearing her and Renesmee just smiles watching him out the corner of her eye.

“How do you know I was going to say something?” He asks looking at her and she turns her head looking at him.

“Cause you get jealous easily and I saw you open your mouth out the corner of my eye.” She says matter of fact and he just rolls his eyes shaking his head. “You got jealous at the Halloween party, when you found out about the small drama for Romeo; and when we went to the states you got jealous.”

Kyungsoo pulls her closer letting her hand go putting his arm around her. “That’s because you are mine.” He says into her ear as she nearly falls onto his lap. Kyungsoo smiles hearing her laugh and he gently kisses the side of her face.

“Ugh you are so weird.” She pushes her hair out the way looking up at him and he shakes his head no. “Yes you are, you’re a cute squishy weirdo but you’re my squishy weirdo.” She smiles looking at him and he smirks leaning down kissing her.

“You are so lucky you’re so cute.” He looks down at her smiling and she smirks laying across his lap. “Don’t think I forgot about the concert the other night.” He watches her and she whines covering her face but he moves his hand down to her side and starts tickling her.

“Nya!” She whines again reaching out to grab his arm trying to stop him. “I didn’t know you were going to be there; let alone be in that section.” She says between fits of laughter and Kyungsoo hums stopping his fingers from moving.

“But when you saw me and knew I was there…” Kyungsoo starts speaking watching her as she lays there and she hums biting her lip. “You look me dead in the face and keep going.”

“Don’t blame me it’s your song.” She states folding her arms as she lays there. Kyungsoo smirks as he plays with her hair.

“I can blame you.” He stops his fingers thinking back.

“How…”

“You came up with the dances that’s how.” Kyungsoo looks down at her and she just smiles evilly before looking away. “You little devil.”

“What a lot of the fans are guys so you know.” Renesmee speaks still smiling as she closes her eyes as she reaches up touching her necklace.

Kyungsoo smirks looking back at the water. He then looks up at the clouds thinking. “Your mom…”

“What about her?” Renesmee hums hearing him and he moves pulling out his phone. She whines feeling him move and she sits up.

“I saw her the other day with this man.” He says looking through his photos. Renesmee hums tilting her head looking at his phone.

“See…and that’s not the only time I’ve seen them together.” He shows her the short video and she holds the phone tilting her head.

“Eh probably a business partner.” Renesmee says watching the video. Kyungsoo shakes his head looking at her.

“Business men don’t usually go around with security and cameras following them.” Kyungsoo points out as the video keeps playing.

“I’m sure it’s nothing but why were you following my mom.” Renesmee plays the video over and he holds up his hands.

“I wasn’t swear I just happen to see her at the café said hi then shortly after I got my drink this man comes over to her.”

“Maybe he’s an old friend, but she wouldn’t know anyone famous she really dull and boring.” Renesmee nods her head handing him the phone back.

“Everyone has a past sweetie.” He says looking at her and she nods.

“This is true.” She says getting up dusting her pants off. “Hmm…don’t you have something else you are filming?”

“Yes I do.” Kyungsoo says holding out his hand to her. Renesmee turns in a circle dusting off the rest of the grass off her pants. She stops seeing his hand as she stands there.

She puts her hands on her hips with a smirk. Kyungsoo pouts looking up at her still holding out his hand. “Really.”

He nods shaking his hand and she groans reaching out grabbing his hand. “Be lucky I like you.” She says pulling him up and he smiles wrapping his arm around her.

“Thank you sweetie.” He chuckles as he leans down kissing her cheek. “I love you too.” He says hugging her as they walk up the hill.

“I have to go deal with Roxay, Chaoxing and Moka now.” Renesmee grips her bag as she looks at her phone nodding as she reads her messages.

“Deal with what?”

“Oh I have them working on idea and stuff for our next mini album; I already finished the script and I asked them to design outfits and work on songs.”

Kyungsoo nods hearing her and she looks back up at him. “Okay have fun remember to take a break once in a while.” He kisses her cheek and she nods smiling.

“Okay see you later bye.” Renesmee kisses him back before running off. Kyungsoo sighs watching her shaking his head.

May 7, 2018

“So we have been over everything and we like the direction you girls are going.” One of the men at the end of the table says.

The girls nod after bowing their heads. “Now we read over the script and everything seems good but what we want to know what’s…” One of the men starts speaking looking up from his notes.

“About the cliffhanger?” Renesmee says looking down at her book and they all hum looking at her as she sits there smiling. “Well this is our 2nd year as rookies but a most of us are pretty old so I put the cliffhanger there to leaving them guessing.”

“Well you girls aren’t filming the drama for a while I’m guessing this cliffhanger will be answered at the end of this year or the beginning of next year.” He says watching Renesmee as she sits there listening. “I assume…”

“Maybe I’m not too sure…” Renesmee tilts her head looking down at her note thinking. “We did almost everything you asked of us, we just couldn’t think of a Christmas mini and wanted to ask for help.”

“Yeah we wanted to do something cute and innocent.” Jisoo speaks looking up from her notes nodding.

“Well we can do that for you girl no problem.” One of the other men say smiling. As the meeting goes on Taeyong and Ten walk into the room bowing. “Okay I believe that’s all for now Renesmee and Moka we need you two stay the rest of you are free to go.”

The girls stand up and bow saying bye before leaving the room. Renesmee and Moka looks at Ten and Taeyong bowing to them. “Okay as you know we had you do a small collaboration for the MAMA’s so now we are going to turn that into a small unit.”

They all look at each in shock before looking back at the others. “And your first single is Hypnosis as for the concept its dark.” The man says playing the song and they sit there listening to it. “As you can hear it’s just a full length of the stage you did for the MAMA’s.”

“Wait this sounds like… Renesmee starts speaking hearing the words of the song and Taeyong looks away.

“Yeah I may have overheard you in one the practice rooms.” Taeyong rubs the back of his neck looking down at the table.

Renesmee turns looking at him and he just smiles. “I didn’t think they would agree to use it.”

“So that’s what you were rapping last year?” Ten asks and Taeyong nods looking at him. “It sounds like your old teaser hyung.”

“That’s cause I used the music and style from that to write it.” Renesmee says folding her arms looking at them as she cross her legs leaning back in the chair.

“You aren’t mad are you unnie?” Moka asks placing her hand on her shoulder. Taeyong sighs standing up walking over to Renesmee.

Renesmee stiffens seeing this and she moves back. Taeyong bows to Renesmee apologizing to her. “I’m sorry noona I should have asked to use it.”

Renesmee clears her throat looking away her face hearing up. “Don’t call me that.” She speaks covering her mouth.

“Huh…”

Everyone stops and looks at Renesmee confuse. She closes her eyes tilting her head down.

“Oh she hates being called noona by someone born the same year.” Moka says nodding her head looking at them.

Taeyong stands back nodding and Renesmee sighs looking at him. “I’m not mad okay.”

“Well then why don’t you explain the song.” One of the managers says looking at her and she sits up looking back at them.

“Well it’s a song about putting you in a trance and following under our power.” Renesmee places her hand on top of her plushie petting it head. “The song is supposed to put those who listen into a trancelike state.”

“Why does she sound creepy but look so cute?” Taeyong mumbles leaning closer to Ten.

“My question is why us sir?” Ten asks looking around the room.

“Well Moka and Taeyong both have the style of rap that matches the song and well…” He starts speaking looking up and over at Ten.

“Both of your vocal fit theirs.” He speaks waving his hand to them smiling. “Plus there’s your flexibility.”

They nod understanding as they go over the lyrics and arrangements. “Okay so next week we’ll start recording and everything.”

Everyone agrees before ending the meeting. “Oh one more thing you all will have to come up with the choreography.”

The four of them look at each other and nod. As they walk down the hall Renesmee listen while the others talk. Just as they turn the corner going to the practice room one of the staff worker rounds the corner bumping into Renesmee.

They both fall to the floor Renesmee hitting her head on the wall trying to catch herself but doesn’t. The man groans gripping his head. Moka stops kneeling down next to Renesmee.

“Agh you troublesome rat watch where you are going!” The man yells looking over seeing Renesmee. “Ugh just ruined my shirt.”

He gets up looking down at his suit seeing the ice coffee all over his shirt. Moka helps Renesmee back up then back at the man.

Renesmee looks up from the floor to the man. “I…uh…I’m sorry I didn’t mean…..” Renesmee starts speaking her trying to apologize.

“Save it you inferior dunce problematic black monkey child!” The man keeps yelling at Renesmee and she flinches stepping back looking at the floor.

“God all you do is cause trouble!” The man bends down picking up his papers and phone. “Ugh I swear what were they thinking letting you in.”

Renesmee grips her shirt closing her eyes. “Fuck my papers are ruined too!! Ugh you stupid dumb ass!!” He goes on yelling and Renesmee covers her mouth feeling a lump in her throat.

“Hey that’s not very nice…” Moka starts defending Renesmee not caring about if he was older than her.

“I don’t care they should have let her die that night no one would have cared.” He speaks his words covered in thick venom as he looks at Renesmee.

Her eyes widen hearing him and the need to hurl becoming to much and she turns running off. Ten and Taeyong look over at the older male.

Moka stumbles back as Renesmee pulls herself free from their grip as she takes off. The boys turn looking at her to slow to stop hurt.

“Nessie! Renesmee wait!”

Moka looks down picking up Renesmee plushie looking at it. She sighs shaking her head. A man clears his throat as he walks out from around the corner.

They all jump turning around towards the voice. “Well then that didn’t go to well.” Sooman says folding his arms across his chest.

They all gasp seeing him and they all bow to him. He reaches out taking the other mans papers from his hands looking at them.

“You three what happen?”

“We were headed to the practice rooms when we turned they ran into each other.” Taeyong says looking at Sooman nodding.

“She tried to apologize but it wasn’t her fault…he started yelling at her.” Moka speaks gripping her fist but Taeyong pulls her back.

“Yeah there was no way anyone of us could have known he was coming.” Ten speaks next looking at Sooman and he nods tilting his head.

“Is this true?” He looks at the other man causing him to freeze looking back at the floor unsure what to say. “Is it true!”

Sooman rises his voice causing the others to jump. “Yes sir it’s true.” The man says bowing to Sooman.

“You’re fired get your stuff and leave now.” Sooman throwing his papers back at him. “And the information on here is all wrong.”

“Go find her I’m sure she is throwing up somewhere go now.” He looks at them and they bow then take off running.

Renesmee lends over the can unable to hold back anymore. She empty out her stomach into the can as she stands there. Wendy and Joy walk by hearing her then stop.

“Nessie…?” Wendy says sound concerned looking at her. They both walk over to her but stop her shake her hand stopping them.

“Unnie are you okay?” Joy asks placing her hands on her back. Renesmee nods pushing her hair back as she coughs. Wendy looks around then helps Renesmee putting her hair into a ponytail.

Ten runs down the end of one hallway looking around. He turns when he hears Joy voice and looks over seeing Renesmee. “Guys she’s over here.” He yells and the others run over.

“Nessie…” Taeyong calls out running over to her with the others. “Hey are you okay?” He asks looking at her as she lifts her head.

She looks over seeing the door to the restroom open and she makes her way over. “Nessie….” Taeyong calls grabbing her arm.

Renesmee points to the restroom and he lets her go. After a few minutes Renesmee walks out folding her arms looking down at the floor. Moka sighs handing her the plushie.

“Are you okay now?” Moka asks watch as she takes the bird from her.

“Uh yeah I’m okay now promise.” Renesmee smiles nodding her head. She bows to them smiling. “Thank you no need to worry.”

“What happened?” Wendy asks looking at them.

“I ran into someone and….”

“No you both ran into each other then he went off on you for no reason.” Taeyong says folding her arms looking at Renesmee.

“Yeah he got fired.” Moka says smiling looking at Renesmee. “Sooman-nim over heard and wasn’t to happy.”

“So the whole puking into the trash?” Joy asks looking at her.

“Uh that’s hard to explain sometimes I do tend to get an upset stomach when being yelled at and it also depends on what’s being said.”

“What did he say?”

“The last thing he said was they should have let you die no one would care.” Moka says wanting to go back and punch the man.

“Look can this just stay between us I don’t need anyone finding out about this; I swear I’m fine.” Renesmee looks at them her eyes begging them to drop it.

They look at her and nod watching her and she bows. “Well I should go and rest then eat before I get sick; I’ll see you guys next to work on the song and dance.”

Renesmee bows again before walking off leaving. “The girl stubborn but have you noticed that she doesn’t look like most….”

“Yeah you mean she doesn’t look full black.” Moka says finishing Wendy sentence. Wendy nods folding her arms.

“What’s her full name?” Joy asks.

“No one knows; not a lot is known about unnie.” Moka says looking at them and they look at her.

“I know someone who might can figure it out.” Taeyong says looking at Ten and he freezes.

“Who me?” Ten points to himself.

“No Chenle, Jisung or Jungwoo.” Taeyong says looking at him. Ten nods understanding what he’s saying.

“You would use them like that?” Moka says looking at him and he nods. “Good luck I’ll ask Jisoo but she doesn’t really talk about their past.”

“Think we can use Yeri.” Wendy says looking at Joy. Joy smiles nodding then looks at the others. “Let’s meet back up at the end of next month.”

“Yeah that should give us enough time.” Moka nods looking at Wendy. “Hopefully we don’t get caught.” Moka looks around as she backs away.

“Unnie is very different she doesn’t let a lot of people know about her life for some reason. Moka says bowing to them as they watch her. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find something.”

“Yeah I would really hate to be on her bad side like DO hyung.” Ten says looking at them then down at the floor.

Moka sighs shaking her head before looking at him. “Eh she wouldn’t hate us if that’s one thing she couldn’t do is hate someone.” She says folding her arms.

“Yeah but still ever since that day she has changed and treated him differently.” Joy says nodding her head. “I don’t think Yeri would be to happy if unnie stopped talking to her.”

“Well then we don’t let Yeri know the plan and we sure don’t let Nessie know what’s going on.” Wendy says placing her hand on Joy shoulders nodding pushing her down the hall.

“Bye guys.”

May 15, 2018

The camera crew sets up a few cameras in the room for the girls show they been filming. Moka walks around stopping in front of the camera checking her hair.

“Okay so…..” They all look at Renesmee as she lays there on the floor stretching. Renesmee brings her right foot up grabbing it pulling it over her head.

Taeyong covers his eyes watching her and Ten just laughs. “There’s no way you have bones.”

“I can tell you now I have bones Taeyong.” Renesmee says as she brings her left foot folding her body in half.

“Yah how could you when you just folded yourself in half.” Moka says shivering feeling her skin crawl. Renesmee smirks as she starts to do her spider crawl as she lays there.

Taeyong screams grabbing Ten shaking him. “Ahh hyung that hurts.” Ten whines as Taeyong hits him and Ten tries to get free.

“I wonder…” Renesmee stops placing her feet on top of her head smiling evilly.

“I don’t like that evil smile unnie…” Moka says as she sits down stretching getting ready for practice.

Renesmee closes her eyes as she lifts her hips placing her feet on the floor. She moves her hands slowly pushing herself into a back bend. Taeyong pulls Ten in front of him and Ten sighs.

“Hyung you really can’t be scared right?” Ten says looking at him. Renesmee then twist her upper half looking at Taeyong smiling.

She slowly makes her way towards him and he screams running off. Renesmee untwist her body and starts chasing him around the room. Ten laughs watching them and Moka just shakes her head.

Renesmee traps Taeyong into a corner and he drops to the floor sitting there screaming. Renesmee stops twisting around till she’s sitting in front of him.

“You really are super cute and here I thought you were this mean tough boy.” Renesmee rest her elbows on her knees tilting her head.

Renesmee smiles trying not to laugh and she covers her mouth giggling. Taeyong places his hand in his chest trying to catch his breath. “Yah that’s not funny Nessie.” Renesmee stands up offering her hand to him.

Taeyong looks up at her a small pout on his lip and she steps back smiling still. “I’m sorry.” She speaks looking down at him biting her lip.

Taeyong reaches up grabbing her hand nodding. “Okay then…so are you ready to work on the dance now?” He asks as she grips his hand pulling him up.

Taeyong gasp closing his eyes as she pulls him up. Taeyong grunts as his chest collided with Renesmee turns her head closing her eyes. “Yeah let’s get to work.”

Renesmee nods as she lets go of his hand and she turns walking over to Moka. They spend the next two weeks working on the song and dance.

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SM 200 Psuedo-Rewrite

For @keyofjetwolf​, happy belated Xmas!

So, this is an idea that I’ve had floating around in my head since Jet finished liveblogging the Sailor Moon Classic anime. After seeing how unhappy with the endings she was (though, I mean, who wasn’t?), my brain started picking it apart to see what could be changed to make it better and before I knew it, I had 2600 words of a psuedo-rewrite written up.

A couple things you should know before continuing: this is written very much with Jet in mind. As such, there’s a lot things in here that cater to her very specific tastes. If you absolutely didn’t like her liveblog of Stars, you’re not going to like this rewrite, so please follow the age-old adage: don’t like, don’t read. However, there are also some of my own personal headcanons thrown in (largely because headcanons are the only way to make any of this make sense, let’s be honest) as well as some of my preferences for things that I wasn’t sure about Jet’s opinion on. 

Also, you’ll notice that I call this a pseudo-rewrite. That’s because, firstly, this is more an outline then an actual fic. Second, I knew that if ever wanted to get this out, I had to try to stick to the general story they told in Stars, because otherwise the rewrite would get way too complicated and I would never do anything. As such, I tried to change the things that I think desperately needed to change, ignored the things that didn’t really have an impact on the story, and keep the few ideas that I thought were good but poorly executed.

TL;DR This is written for Jet; if you don’t like her Stars liveblog, don’t read. This is an outline, not a fic. It’s not a complete rewrite, a lot of the stuff is similar to the original.

I started from the end and worked my way back to try to find a way to make certain things work until I eventually ended up at the beginning of this AU, with the biggest change:

Crow lives.

Because Usagi is love and before she also gets swallowed up by the black hole she sees Crow in pain and sees how she gave up and she can’t leave her behind, so when Chibi Chibi grabs her, before she passes out, she grabs Crow.

No one is happy about this except Usagi. Including Crow who was quite ready to die.

She goes to the stay at the Shrine because Rei insists. The “if you’re going to do something so fucking stupid, Usagi, I’m going to protect you from yourself” is left unsaid but definitely not unheard.

Time moves on mostly the same for most of the episodes. Crow keeps herself distant from the Senshi. Sometimes she gives them info, most of the time she doesn’t talk. She’s slightly more willing to talk to Usagi but it’s obvious that every moment with Usagi is causing her extra pain and so they still aren’t long. The only one she talks to at all, the only one she even vaguely opens up to, is Grandpa Hino. (It’s almost like he’s used to making difficult women open up to him and talk to him.) Rei is super not happy about this. Grandpa Hino doesn’t tell her why he tries so hard, why he cares for Crow so. Because he has now seen what Rei would look like if she broke and he doesn’t want to ever know what’s that like.

And then the world ends.

The Outer Senshi ignore Crow, which is the best you can hope for from them. The Inner Senshi deliberately do not ask her to fight. This is their battle, not hers. She does not offer. They go to face Galaxia and Crow stays behind with Grandpa Hino.

I genuinely cannot decide which Inners death I enjoy most, the original or this one, so take your pick, but here is another option in this AU: Crow arrives just before the Inners arrive. No one is more surprised than Crow. The bracelets, I headcanon, are connected to Galaxia and carry a piece of her in them. She always knew where Crow was and she didn’t care for a variety of reasons. One of those was that she knew Crow was suffering and that made her happy. Another was that if Crow was going to die she wanted to see it. And then there’s this opportunity and so she takes it and brings Crow to her and then possesses her (not brainwashed, oh no, that would be too kind; Crow is able to see everything that is happening but she can no longer control her body and she must watch as she destroys those that had dared to be kind to her). And Crow is the one who kills the Inners. Usagi, unaware of the possession, has to watch as someone she gave a second chance to, who she has come to care for, kills her friends. Then, as the possession leaves her, she falls to the ground, unconscious. Usagi crawls to each Senshi to say goodbye (because if we’re changing things, let’s fix that massive wtf), ending up at Rei for the exact scene from the anime because why mess with perfection? Galaxia gloats about how it was her along because she wants to take credit for Usagi’s suffering.

Or maybe it happens just like it did in the anime and Crow stays at the temple. Choose your own adventure and all that.

Everything continues the same because I would not touch a single second of the Outers vs Galaxia because not only would Doc kill me but because it is also perfect. The second to last episode where nothing fucking happens doesn’t exist at all because fuck that noise and the end of the original 199 now takes place at the beginning instead and everything that happens in 200 ends up in 199 instead and 200 is solely for happiness and healing and maybe a touch of angst and wrapping things up. But we’re not there yet because now come the big changes.

Everyone, by this point, has forgotten about Crow. She is either at the Temple or collapsed in Galaxia’s throne room, whichever you prefer, when the final showdown starts. Which is why everyone is shocked when she shows/gets up, so very angry, and ready to fuck up Galaxia because how dare Galaxia use her to hurt the few people to have shown her kindness. She grabs Chibi Chibi the Sword that Usagi had still been refusing to use and goes after Galaxia who easily bats her aside because Galaxia is way too powerful. She taunts Usagi, says that she will kill Crow if she does not pick up the sword and fight and Usagi has seen so very many people die today so she picks up the sword. And they fight. Galaxia is expecting to win. Why wouldn't she be? Usagi obviously doesn’t want to kill her, is in fact scared of using the sword. But she does not know Usagi, does not know that when a friend is on the line, even one as unfriendly as Crow, she will not lose, not when there is an option to win.

The Starlights are also there.

I personally headcanon that Galaxia is not brainwashed but rather corrupted and that there is no going back. Whatever was good and light about her has, over time, been twisted and corrupted until she is the sadist she appears and there is nothing good left in her to bring her back. Which is why Usagi does not reach her hand out in an attempt to save Galaxia because she can sense that there is nothing there that will reach back. Instead, she stabs her through with the sword. Because sometimes love alone isn’t enough. Because sometimes love and justice demand blood. Because even Usagi cannot make someone good who has no goodness left. Because Galaxia needs to die to protect the world and to protect Crow.

She doesn’t want to do it, feels sick just thinking about it, but she does it because sometimes that’s the only way. Because sometimes even saviors can’t save everyone.

But here’s the thing, even as Usagi drops the sword and falls to knees, relieved that it’s over, it’s not over. Because Crow’s bracelets carry a piece of Galaxia and so Galaxia, as she dies, forces her consciousness into Crow and possesses her body.

Crow stands from where she has fallen. And laughs. And everyone there recognizes it instantly because they have heard that laugh, so very many times now, as people have died around them.

Galaxia, in Crow’s body, the magic warping around her so that her outfit is Galaxia’s once again, summons her sword and it flies to her hand and with the type of smile on her face that says she is enjoying this only as someone who is cruel can, she tells Usagi to fight her. Usagi says no. Galaxia comes at her and Usagi holds the Chibi Chibi sword up in defense but she does not attack. She dodges and pleas with Galaxia to let Crow go and Galaxia tells her she will have to kill her and Usagi does not know what to do.

Usagi is injured several times. But still she refuses to attack. How can she? She killed (she feels sick at the thought) for Crow, how can she kill Crow now? Crow who has so broken and so alone and made her heart ache because there was something about her brokenness that terrified Usagi to her core.

Then Usagi holds up her sword to protect herself from Galaxia and this time the attack is too strong and Chibi Chibi the sword shatter and disappears. And, for a moment, it looks like Galaxia will win because Usagi has nothing. Except, Usagi does have something. Nine star seeds behind Galaxia start to shine. Usagi closes her eyes.

Usagi opens her eyes as she drops her henshin (naked and with wing is a good look, after all), because this isn’t a job for Sailor Moon and it’s not a job for a Princess or a Queen. This is a job for Usagi because fuck you, Galaxia, there has been enough blood spilled today and Usagi does what Usagi does best, she reaches out with her heart and hand to find a heart that has been surrounded by darkness and calls Crow’s name.

Galaxia’s sword shatters.

It is dark where Crow is, curled in a ball, broken and alone. Crow hears Usagi but cannot answer. She is stuck inside her head, watching everything that is happening and unable to stop it. Just like with Siren. There is nothing she can do, she is weak and worthless and she deserves to die and of course it will be her that kills this girl, this girl who believed in her when no one else did, this girl who doesn’t believe in killing but killed for her. Just like with Siren. And then, behind Usagi, she sees several figures appear. The Inner and Outer Senshi, arranged behind Usagi, reaching out their hands too, their voices whispering in her head that she doesn’t need to make this fight on her own. Just like with Siren. All she has to do is reach out, and they will do the rest. Just like with Siren.

She reaches. And, for a just a moment, a split second that passes so fast that if you blinked you would miss it, it is Siren that she is reaching toward.

And the scene switches to that of a possessed Crow grasping Usagi’s hand, light shining through and burning away the pieces of Galaxia that had clung to Crow like a disease and in a flash of light, there is only Crow standing there, all traces of Galaxia eradicated, including the bracelets that have sat on her wrists for so very long.

Crow’s Star Seed floats back to her, called home after far too long, as does another Star Seed, this one light blue and shining so brightly and so much like home that Crow’s arms are around Siren even as she’s still forming.

The Inner and Outer Senshi appear. There are hugs, so very many hugs and so very much crying, and the scene slowly pulls away until we are positioned behind a hugging Crow and Siren who are completely ignoring all the hugging that is going on in front of them but that the viewer can still see.

The Starlights are also there.

200 is about healing. Maybe it starts with Usagi waking up from having a nightmare about killing Galaxia and it’s not okay but maybe it’s a little okay because she is at the Shrine and everyone is sleeping near her and no one is dead and it hurts but she did the right thing and she drifts back to sleep. The Senshi go to see the Starlights off. Haruka hates every moment of it. Michiru enjoys every moment of it. Those are the only important parts. They go to see Crow and Siren off. They have taken responsibility of the Star Seeds and are going to get them back home, where they belong, and help heal as much as they can. Usagi says that there is no one better for this job than Crow and Siren. Crow mentions that it’s mostly Siren but she is smiling as she says so and she looks so happy that Usagi bursts into tears and tells them that they’d better figure out a way to keep in touch and then they too are gone. And then it’s just them. And some serious stuff happens. There’s Hotaru and Setsuna confronting Haruka and Michiru (they understand, they do, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt) and there’s the Inners trying to comfort each other because they’ve all been literally torn apart and died yet again and they remember it all and it’s horrible.

And, fuck it, this is my AU so this is an hour long episode because this is too much serious stuff but it needs to be here so in order to fit other things, bam!, it’s now an hour long. Because most of the episode is about healing, the sad stuff is sprinkled throughout happy stuff. A bunch of cute, good, friendship shit that you can probably picture better than I can so I’ll let you imagine it but at least one of those thing is Usagi pulling out a photo album and spending a truly long time looking at each and every picture of Chibiusa, which all still exist, proof (hopefully) that the future hasn’t changed too much. (And, okay, maybe this is also a little sad but it’s also happy dammit and I need Chibiusa to be in here someway.) There are scenes where the Senshi spend time with friends and family (but together, always together, they can’t bear to be apart for long at the moment, maybe in a few days but not right now, not when everything still hurts so much.)

And the scene ends, not on Mamoru and Usagi kissing, but all the Senshi and Mamoru at Crown Cafe, sitting in a booth, laughing and smiling and alive. And the picture freezes as Usagi and Rei stick their tongue at each other while Minako with a mischievous look on her face is stealing the cherry off Rei’s drink while Artemis, sitting next to Minako, sighs with a look on his face that shows that he knows that this is the next 1000 years for him. Ami, Luna on her lap, is leaning in to hear something that Makoto has said, a soft and affectionate smile on her face. Makoto has a big grin on her face, the one that only she makes, you know the one. Haruka and Michiru sit, Haruka’s arm around Michiru’s shoulder, Michiru frozen with her hand to her mouth to hide that little giggle, just like she did in that one episode that I’m too lazy to go look up the number of. Haruka is gazing at everyone fondly with a look on her face that is partially triumphant because they won. Hotaru and Setsuna are not sitting on the sidelines, fuck you very much Stars, and instead in the very middle of this whole thing, because they need extra love and comfort dammit, and Setsuna looks a little uncomfortable but she also has this smile on her face as though this is more than she would have ever dared wish for, let alone think she would actually ever get. And Hotaru looks tiny and small, squished as she is in-between Setsuna and Mamoru, but her grin is wide and bright and she is leaning forward to look at the photobook of Chibiusa pics that Usagi brought which Mamoru now has and Mamoru is smiling softly because this is his family and they are crazy but perfect.

Everyone is crowded because the booth is far too small but none of them have ever looked happier and as the image freezes the original theme starts and Sailor Moon ends its fifth and final season.

The End

(I hope everyone enjoyed this but especially you, Jet. I’m sure it’s not exactly how you’d do it but I hope that it was at least a little close. It was actually really fun and cathartic to write and I hope that it was also fun and somewhat cathartic to read too.)

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I have a very good inkling on who this anon might be. And if it’s true what I’m thinking then you just lowered yourself immensely in my regards of respect. I have only one watcher on DA that knows and criticized me on my statuses (because those are private to watchers) AND is a fan of Peet. 

And no, there were no “allegations of tracing”. You saw the pictures yourself in an earlier post. They might not be 100% traced but you can’t deny that almost 90% of the picture was. Then there is also the fact that this artist was spreading rumors about me harassing others and I gave my watchers hard evidence that it was not me who was harassing anyone. Granted, I was no angel but I didn’t do anything wrong in the aspect of harassment. And I shared my comments together with that hard evidence so I left NOTHING out of that whole ordeal.

And that brings me to the next thing: We do not make empty accusations. We have proof for those. Screenshots and archived links, might I add. You know what those are? Those are links that come directly from the source and stay on the internet for as long as the internet exists.

Peet was throwing some things out of the window lately regarding some “lies and slander” we were throwing at it. Shall we begin?

Let’s start with the most important thing of all, the pedophilia accusations. No, it’s not because you have a relationship of a 47yo with a 24yo or because you feature a pedophile being institutionalized. It’s because you had a scene written in your original story (which you deftly removed after being pointed out) that had a 14 year old Scootaloo having wild sex with a fully grown, mentally unstable Rainbow Dash. https://archive.fo/pd2N9 (last point on Trivia if you scroll down) and like I said, the internet never forgets: https://fimfetch.net/story/170125/stockholm?html#14 HUGE NSFW WARNING!!! (If you scroll through starting from where the link leads you, you will come across a horizontal line that’s followed by a part entirely written in cursive, that’s the “juicy stuff”)  Which also brings us to the fact that Peet was manipulating its audience to draw R34 art of a minor (at the time) because she disagreed with a ship on Tumblr. https://archive.is/tz299 

Second accusation: The fact that Peet says that it never told anyone to kill themselves (this one’s not that hard to debunk, just go check its privatized twitter) https://archive.fo/Lm5aS . Also check Josh’s “response to Peet” video. In the description you’ll find tons of “Kill republicans” archives.

Third accusation: the sockpuppet accounts. Well, please, don’t let ME explain myself, let me show you someone who can, an admin of a site where Peet had several sockpuppet accounts and was banned for it. 

https://derpibooru.org/434414#comment_1859030 

Now the only accusation I’m not going to throw is Tara. Tara is allegedly a girlfriend that Peet made up and then was thrown into prison for owning child porn. I would love to proof that but unfortunately there is too less proof for this fact to hold. The only thing we know is that the avatar she used on several sites was a picture found on Google. And that there were a lot of suspicious things going on at that time to make us believe that Tara was a fake persona of Peet. (But like I said, no hard proof unfortunately).

Last thing before I pass the torch to my fellow mods: See Peet, we make only accusations that have legit proof and when WE are accused of something we don’t do damage control or pretend it never happened (a.i. delete our posts or block the people who criticize us). When we are accused of sth we will own up to it if it’s true or debunk it with hard facts. Not write endless paragraphs turning around the same point but never adressing the actual point.

The one throwing a temper tantrum when contradicted and throwing their toys out of the pram is not us, deary. It’s you.

- SM

What we have here as my co-mod eloquently stated is a response to an ask from an anonymous watcher who had been quite the bother to us in the past who watched our Space Mare… or it could be a former subject on the blog who googled her up to find some juicy dirt. I wanted to talk about my thoughts on a certain comment in the response talking about our ‘recent’ post… I think we’ve had more asks since that one you singled ouyt

As DP said in a previous ask, if Peet were to change and stop breaking people down, we would back off right here

I said something similar when we received an ask corresponding to the last post over here suggesting I wouldn’t remove the screencaps and archives, keeping them as a reminder of not becoming your on-air persona. Peets felt it would be better if “I would pretend nothing happened and keep up the posts…”

I’m confused here, what do you mean ‘nothing happened’? This blog is merely a catalogue of some of the worst individuals in the fan base and you are on the way to being the worst, you’re tied with a man who hid his niece’s Twilight Sparkle toy because he believed Alicorn Twilight Sparkle would make women regress back to the 50’s way of social norms.

We want people to learn from these footnotes of how to better themselves and try not to let history repeat itself because the future belongs to the next generation and they shouldn’t follow down the same path as we have to emotional oblivion.

-JoJo

Figured I’d add my two cents as well (and keeping myself calm by not flying into the usual swearing rage to chill-hop).

It’s amusing that Jerry once again pulls the political card on the blog and says we’re right-leaning.

Oh sure, coming from the person who’s so infamously left that even 4chan would cringe at, example?

Or use a tragedy like a shooting as his soapbox and rage to the echo chamber he calls his tumblr:

Clearly Jerry knows how America works as a country. It’s called research Jerry, sweetie. Learn it!

As we’ve made clear on this blog, we’re not at all interested in politics, regardless of what the ever screechy DisneyMaster once accused us of. I can’t speak for my friends on their political view but I’ve stated I stopped caring for political topics due to how abrasive people turn over them. And while the blog has made a few political posts, it’s rare and it’s always in a neutral stance.

Meanwile Jerry over there goes so political left that it’s not even funny, such as:

Stating the Republican Party only panders to “neo-nazis”,”the KKK”, and the “big stupid masses”.

Screeching that Donald Trump should be killed.

Saying Pence should also be killed.

STILL thinking the Electoral Collage doesn’t work because “WAH HILARY SHOULD HAVE WON!”

Blaming the Orlando shooting on Republicans because “THEY AGAINST LGBT!!!”.

And of course the one that struck a nerve:

“If you don’t enforce politics in your reviews, you are a terrible critic”

If that’s the fucking case, then the late Roger Ebert and Gene Siskel sucked at making movie reviews.

In all honesty, that post might as well be Jerry again throwing a fit because there are people out there who don’t like his actions and will critique him for it.

It’s lovely to see the sodium each time Jerry focuses his time yelling at his detractors than his content.

…Then again, that’d be considered a saving grace considering his content is as bad as his rage inducing posts on tumblr.

But the archived postd don’t lie. But we’re still gonna get a fucking “KNOB” post. I can feel it.

- deafpony

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Frenemies (aa imagine)

Heyyy!!! Can I have an Archie Imagine? Basically he and the reader kind of disliked each other for a while kind of like frenemies but then archie admits that he likes her in front of the entire gang and then it's just fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff thank u sm I love ur writing!!!!

Okay so, After about oh I don’t know, 5,000,000,001 years I FINALLY am putting up an imagine for you guys! I got caught up with work again and was just too tired to write or do anything really. But, I am now off for a week for a camp, so i might write some things on my phone or something so I have something to post when I get back from camp! I changed a small part of this imagine, where the reader and archie REALLY hate each other and the reader overhears, but I still think it’s really good. Enjoy :)

word count: 1,549

tiggers: slight cussing, anger, breakups, and getting stood up. 

“I just don’t understand what’s going on in this class!” you groan at the lunch table as the boys are just sitting down.

“Maybe you should actually pay attention in class instead of texting your boyfriend.” Archie snips back. You glare at him. The gang looks around at each other and roll their eyes. Great, another (y/n) and Archie fight.

“Hey dumbass, guess what? We broke up 3 days ago, maybe you should catch up with the rest of the world instead of sitting in your room singing your stupid songs all day.” You retort back with sadness laced in your voice at the mention of your breakup. You had been dating this boy named Garrett for almost 2 years, and the other day you found out that he had cheated on you the whole time. It was still a touchy subject for you. And of course the king of assholes, your favorite person to exist, Archie Andrews was the one to bring it up.

“At least I can write songs, what do you do? Oh yeah sit around and write shitty poems.” You give him another glare.

“Archie. You. Do. The. Same. Thing. With. Your. Shitty. Music.” You grit between your teeth. Before this can go on any longer, Betty cuts in.

“(y/n), I can help you with chemistry. I’m really good at it. Want to come over tonight?” You calm down and agree to go to Betty’s tonight. You couldn’t stand being around Archie right now so you excused yourself and headed for the library. You and Archie used to be really good friends until an incident your freshman year. See, you had a huge crush on Archie pretty much your whole life. Even when you guys were best friends. You didn’t tell him how you felt until the beginning of your freshman year. At first, he didn’t know how to feel but then he suggested that you guys should go out on a date. You both settled for a Friday night after the football game. That night the boys did really good and Archie even got to plan varsity. You had left the game early and went to Pop’s. You waited for Archie for 2 hours and he never showed up. He ended up going to this huge party at a guy’ hose and got drunk. That was the night you met Garrett. He was very kind and understanding of what had happened to you. The next day at school you couldn’t look Archie in the eyes and didn’t speak to him for months. Which leads you both to now. You are friends, but not really. You both pretty much hate each other and are only nice when the rest of the gang is around. Sometimes it makes you sad because you miss having Archie around as a real friend. Sometimes you even catch yourself thinking of him as more than a friend. You do still really like Archie. How twisted is that? As you sat in the library Jughead comes up to you.

“Hey, you know Arch was joking right?” He nudges. You shake your head.

“No Juggie, he’s never kidding. He’s so rude to me. I mean I know that I’m mean back, but sometimes I just wish we didn’t fight like this all the time. I hate admitting this, but I really liked being friends with Archie.” You started to tear up a bit, hating yourself for letting Jughead see how vulnerable and guilty you can feel after you and Archie Argue. Jug leans in and gives you a side hug. He sighs.

“Oh (y/n), it’ll be okay you know? Why don’t I just casually talk to Archie about everything and see what he has to say? You can stay here if you would like.” Jughead stands up to leave and gives you a small kiss on the top of your forehead.

“Thanks Jughead.” You say as you shoot him a small smile. He just smiles back with a nod as he leaves the library. You hope that Jughead’s talk with Archie is good. Because if not, your ‘friendship’ with Archie might just be done for good.

Jughead walked up to the table where the gang sat and sat down right in front of Archie.

“Archie, (y/n) hates all of this fighting it has to end now. Please just go apologize and be friends with her again.” Archie sighs.

“I can’t. Not after what I did for her. I messed everything up and there is no way to fix it.” Betty looks at him in confusion.

“Archie… what are you talking about?” Archie looks around the table at all the confused faces and realizes something.

“Oh my gosh… she never told you did she?” Everyone shook their heads and had even more confused looks on their faces.

“Our freshman year, (y/n) told me that she liked me. I didn’t know how to react at first.. We were such good friends and I didn’t want to ruin that. I waited a few weeks and I finally told her that I wanted to go on a date. Well, on this Friday night we ended up playing amazing and coach even put me in varsity. The boys convinced me to go to this party with them. I tried to get ahold of (y/n), and tell her to come with me as my date, but my phone was dead. The boys were tired of waiting for me so I finally just decided to go and hope that she wouldn’t be mad. Well, I ended up getting really drunk that night and I didn't even go home. I was going to talk to her about it at school but… she had already moved on I guess. I tried so many times to talk to her but she never even looked at me for a solid 4 months. Until the gang got back together. But then she wanted to fight me all the time so that’s what I did. I felt like that was the only way that I was going to get her to even know that I was with all of you guys. I hated every minute of it and I still do. I honestly still kind of like her. I never really thought about it until recently.” Archie then realized that he had admitted everything to the gang about his feelings for (y/n). He started to blush a shade of red. Little did he know that you were standing right behind him the whole time. You had left a little after Jughead, but you stopped before you sat down because Archie was talking about the night that everything went wrong. The whole gang had wide eyes when Archie finished and nobody said anything until, you finally spoke.

“Is that true?” You barely spoke above a whisper. Archie whipped around and got wide eyed when he saw you standing there. He didn’t know what to do. He took cautious steps towards you.

“(Y/n), I am so sorry for what happened that night. I didn’t mean to stand you up. My phone died and I just, it was stupid. I regret all of it. I wish I would have gone to Pop’s and sat in that booth with you all night. I am so sorry (y/n), please forgive me?” with every word he slowly got closer and closer to you until he softly placed his hands on your arms. You moved his hands to the middle of your waist and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Archie, is it true that you like me?” You whispered once again.

“Yes. I like you so much. I have ever since I met you. I’m just a stupid asshole who doesn't realize it until it’s almost too late.” He grins. You grin back.

“I think you’re in luck because I’m quite a fan of stupid assholes who don’t realize it until they are too late.” You lean in and give him a peck on the lips.

“Although, don’t think that I’ve let you off the hook for all the awfuls things you've said to me for the past year Arch.” You smile as you hold his hand and sit back down at the table.

“You know I didn’t mean any of it right?” He said with all serious back on the table. You smirk.

“I think you’ll have to make it up to me.” Archie raises his eyebrows.

“Well, I think I’ll be alright with that.” The whole gang just gives each other the strangest look.

“What the… fuck just happened?” Jughead asked in pure confusion.

“That, Jughead, was pure love at first sight making it’s way back into 2 people's lives. Pure. Love.” Betty said.

“Or Magic. Maybe (y/n) put a love spell on Archie.” Veronica added.

“No magic V, I think I’m agreeing with Betts on this one.” Kevin said,

“Me too.” You added. Archie looked at everyone.

“I’m going with Veronica on this one.” You hit Archie in the shoulder. He yelped and rubbing it.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, but since I made you even more mad… I guess I’ll have to make it up even more.”

“ARCHIE!”