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Behind The Scenes

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Description: Being the youngest and newest member of BTS’s filming crew, you grow close to other crew members as well as the BTS members. Specifically, BTS’s maknae, Jeon Jungkook, because somehow you always get paired to film him. After a perfectly timed photo during a filming hits the internet, rumors and words fly around excessively. And Jungkook shows his worry for you. Warnings: Swearing, none Genre: FLUFF Word Count: 3.7k

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"The filming will begin once the members finish up with their makeup." Our director announces as we stand around him in an empty parking lot. "Audio team is here?" He asks and scattered hands raise in the air, "8, 9. Good. Cameras?" He moves onto the next department: mine

I raise my hand as the others on my team do the same.

"And you know who you're following?" Our director asks.

We go down the line and say the member we're filming for the day.

"V."

"Rm."

"Suga."

"Jin."

"Jimin."

"Hope."

"And our youngest," Rena pinches my cheek, "Is with Jungkook."

I bat away her hand with an eye roll. Since joining as the newest, and the youngest, the older team members have been teasing me about how cute we'd be together. Though I highly doubt it. I think they're just teasing me because I'm the newest and the youngest. Like it's my initiation ordeal. But every time we do some filming that needs each member to have a dedicated camera person with them (nearly every time), they always pair me with Jungkook.

At first it was a little awkward: he wouldn't talk to me cause I was new and I wouldn't talk to him cause I was new. It took a few filming schedules until we were able to have comfortable conversations.

"Alright, here they come." Our director announces, "Remember their safety as well as yours!"

We all give a cheer of excitement then break out to get our equipment and into our smaller groups. Each will have a camera staff, an audio staff, and another staff to direct the content.

"Wonder where Jungkook will pick." Hyunwoo wonders as he adjusts his audio equipment belt.

"I pray it's not in the old park." Yeonseok, our assigned staff, says and places his hands in a prayer pose.

"Knowing our luck, it'll be there." I joke while zipping the last extra battery in its pocket before picking up the camera.

"If it is, it's your fault." Yeonseok pokes my shoulder.

"Don't blame me!" I spit back, "Blame the one who actually chooses it."

"I could never blame Jungkook." Yeonseok shakes his head and places his hand over his heart.

"Yupp, you're definitely NOT whipped." Hyunwoo says sarcastically as we join the other staff members crowded behind the few standing cameras.

In front of the cameras, the seven members of BTS stand and wait for the cue to start their silliness for 'Run BTS.'

"Everyone quiet please!" The main director waves his hands and everyone ceases their conversations. "Camera, roll!"

"Wah, it's a really nice day." Hoseok comments, squinting up at the sun.

Jungkook and Jimin laugh at his random comment.

"Hyung, why are you so awkward today?" Taehyung giggles.

"It's not awkward." Jin comes to Hoseok's defense and throws an arm around his shoulders, "It is a nice day." He emphasizes nice and also looks up at the sun before slapping a hand over his burning eyes. "Ah, ah, ah, that hurts." This only makes the maknae line laugh harder.

"Alright, alright." Namjoon attempts to calm them down but Jungkook and Taehyung continue to giggle, "We all know why we're here, right?"

"Ah, yes." Yoongi nods slowly, "We were dropped off in this empty parking lot so we could get kidnapped." He deadpans.

From the staff, muffled chuckles can be heard and I have to press my fist to my mouth to keep the laughter in. Hoseok and Jin join the maknae line in loud laughter and Namjoon looks towards the director, his eyes pleading for help.

"Sorry, Joon-ah." Hoseok coughs out, trying to push the laughter aside. "We'll say it right. Ask the question again."

Namjoon claps his hands together and resets. "We all know why we're here, right?" He repeats his previous question.

"RUN BTS!" The other six members loudly scream towards the sky.

"Hyung, are you the MC today?" Jimin asks, gesturing towards the group's leader.

Namjoon shakes his head, "If I was, this show would be a disaster."

"No, I think you would do really well." Hoseok claps Namjoon's back in support.

"Thanks Hobi." Namjoon says and holds his hand out for a handshake. Only to be ignored. Again. "Anyway, today we're doing something different."

"We are?" Jin and Taehyung ask together with over emphasized curiousity.

"We are." Namjoon confirms. "Today, we'll each be on our own, completing missions to get a picture. Then we'll all meet up again and I think we have to line up the pictures in order. If we get the answer right, we get a prize. I think?" Namjoon finishes with an unsure ending.

"That's right." The main director nods then explains the game to the members in a shpeel that will be edited out later and replaced with written instructions on the screen. "Each member will randomly choose a location. At that location there will be four missions you have to complete. When you finish all four, you will be given a photo. After you receive the photo, you will all gather again and together will place the photos in the order that they were taken. If you succeed, each BTS member will be given a wish that they can use anytime within the next year."

"WOAH!" The members drop their mouths in awe.

"And we can ask for anything?" Jin asks.

The director nods, "As long as it pertains to this show, you can ask for anything."

"Can I ask to go home then?" Yoongi steps forward with a raised hand.

The director laughs, "You can but then you'd miss out on other prizes."

"Okay, so how do we know which location to go to?" Taehyung asks, his excitement shining through his eyes.

The director holds out a can with seven folded pieces of paper. Taehyung walks forward, grabs the can, and retreats back to his members.

"Who picks first?" He asks the group.

"Let's do rock, paper, scissors." Jin suggests, sticking a hand out.

"Not this game. I suck at this." Hoseok whines but sticks his hand out along with the rest.

"Winner gets to pick first." Jin announces.

They pick a piece of paper in this order: Hoseok, Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, then Jin.

"Should we reveal them one by one?" Jungkook suggests and the others nod. "Hoseok hyung first."

"Where am I going?" Hoseok teases then pops open his piece of paper. "The movie theatre?" He reads off his location with confusion.

"Ahhhhh, that would've been fun!" Taehyung whines.

"Jungkook, next." Jin gestures for the youngest to hurry up.

Jungkook opens his sheet and reads it out, "Cafe."

My fists clench in happiness that he didn't pick the outdoor location.

"Yah, that's a good one." Namjoon shakes his finger in Jungkook's direction but I can't make out if he's happy or disappointed. "I am going to the gym."

"I'm going to the park!" Jimin reads off his excitedly.

"Is it the old one we saw on our way here?" Jungkook asks the staff with bunny eyes. The director gives him a nod and Jungkook pouts. "Hyung, can we switch? Ah, I really wanted to go there!"

I narrow my eyes at the youngest and pray that the director won't let them switch places.

"No switching, Jungkook." Taehyung says and pulls the youngest away.

"Yoongi, Yoongi." Hoseok says the next member.

Yoongi slowly opens his paper but doesn't show the camera as he reads it. Then he suddenly starts screaming and jumping in happiness.

"What?" Taehyung asks.

"Where are you going, hyung?" Jimin asks, trying to take the paper away from him.

"THE DORM!" Yoongi screams happily and finally shows the cameras the piece of paper.

The other six members give sounds of disbelief and Jimin even walks towards us staff, asking if it's true.

While Yoongi happily bounces from foot to foot, Taehyung reveals his location.

"I'm going to the company." Taehyung announces before Jin swiftly opens his, the writing pointed towards the cameras and away from him.

"School?" Taehyung reads it out for him and Jin quickly flips the paper around to read it for himself.

"SCHOOL?" Jin repeats incredulously.

Yoongi bursts into laughter with Jungkook.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've been in school?!" Jin shrieks. "I have to go back?"

"Hyung, maybe they'll let you wear a school uniform." Hoseok laughs, leaning onto his shoulder.

Jin shakes Hoseok off and scoffs, "What are you talking about?"

"How long do we have?" Jimin asks the director while Hoseok and Jin giggle together about Jin's location.

"We'll give you 3 hours to finish your individual missions." The director said.

"Alright, let's go." Yoongi rushes the group, wanting to get to the dorm as quickly as possible. "Run!"

"BTS!" They all finish together.

I readjust the camera in my hands and wait for our small group to be joined with Jungkook.

"You lucky duck." Yeonseok nudges my arm.

"I prayed real hard." I smile as our team is called.

"Team Jungkook!" My director calls out.

I shuffle through the crowd behind my older male staff partners for the day.

"Yeonseok hyung!" Jungkook says happily as we make our way over, "Hyunwoo hyung!"

I peak out from behind the two and give an expecting smile for my greeting.

"(y/n)!" Jungkook snaps finger guns at me, "Woah, I got the dream team." As the car pulls up, Jungkook carries on conversation with the other two leaving me to fiddle with the camera and prepare to film. "How is Junsu hyung and the baby?"

"They're good." Yeonseok answers, "The kid is finally sleeping through the night."

"Makes him much easier to handle during the day." Hyunwoo jokes and juts a thumb at Yeonseok.

Jungkook chuckles, "I believe it."

"Yah, I'm older than you." Yeonseok scolds him and we all slid into the car: Yeonseok driving, Hyunwoo next to him and Jungkook and I in the middle seats.

"What do I have to do to there?" Jungkook asks while putting on his seatbelt and I do the same.

I shrug.

"How do you not know?" Jungkook asks me.

"Oh, I know. I'm just not allowed to tell you." I smirk.

"Oh come on, please." He drags out the 'please' but I shake my head as Hyunwoo wags a finger at him.

"No can do kiddo." Hyunwoo says, "We wanna keep our jobs."

Jungkook pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, "No fair."

I snort at his behavior, "Your a member of the world's biggest boy band and you're pouting over not being able to cheat."

Jungkook tsks, "If it were Jin hyung, you guys would've told him."

I raise my eyebrows at him, "I wouldn't. But Yeonseok might."

"Oi!" Yeonseok looks at me through the rearview mirror, "I would not."

"Sure." Jungkook and I say at the same time with the same unbelieving tone.

A few minutes later, Yeonseok parks the car in front of the cafe that we had rented out for the day.

"Hold on." I tell Jungkook as he reaches for the door.

"Why?" Jungkook looked at me like I'm crazy for not letting him out.

I roll my eyes, "Just wait until I get to the other side. I don't exactly want to film your butt." Without waiting for his response, I exit the car on my side and quickly jog around to Jungkook's side.

When I'm in my spot, Jungkook then opens his door and ducks out of the car.

"I go inside?" He throws an innocent look to Yeonseok who nods. So we walk inside with me walking backwards with the camera focused on Jungkook.

As we step inside, the cafe music fills my ears and the atmosphere turns cozy in a second.

"What's my first mission?" He asks, the desire to finish first before all of his members burns in his eyes.

Yeonseok hands Jungkook a piece of paper which he opens, reads, then shows the camera. I make sure to get a clear shot of the writing as he reads it aloud.

"Choose four drinks from the menu and make them." Jungkook says. "I have to, like am I actually supposed to get behind the counter and make them?" He points to the space behind the counter. Yeonseok, Hyunwoo, and I all nod our heads. After a few schedules with rolling cameras, I learned that I need to suppress the laughter I get from Jungkook's surprise. My amusement growing at his adorable bewilderment.

"Well, okay. Do I get to choose the drinks?" Jungkook questions and turns towards the menu. Yeonseok nods when Jungkook glances back.

"I have to make four?" Jungkook sighs, "Mmm, well, if we're going to drink them, then I should choose drinks that we'll like." He reasons. "So, for the PD hyungs I think I'll make Iced Americanos." Jungkook looks to them for approval which they give. "For camera PD, I will make a strawberry lemonade?" He raises his eyebrows looking for my response. I smile and nod, my heart skipping a few beats. "And for myself, I'm gonna make, ooh, a hot chocolate. Yeah, that sounds great."

Jungkook nods in determination. "Alright, let's do this." He walks around the counter and finds an apron and a book on how to make all the drinks on the menu.

"Of course you would give me a book." Jungkook smirks at Yeonseok while tying the apron around his waist, "Otherwise your drinks would've been terrible."

He laughs at himself and begins working on the two americanos. I move around the counter and capture Jungkook fumbling around with the espresso machine.

"Is this how it works?" He mumbles and glances up to me for help. I shrug my shoulders cause I honestly have no idea how to work that kind of machine.

Jungkook sighs staring at the espresso tamper in his hands, "I know we did an episode with this. Why can't I remember?" He looks underneath and fiddles some more before slowly but successfully attaches the tamper to the machine. "Success!" He smiles happily then the smile drops, "Now which button do I press?"

I suppress a laugh but Jungkook hears my snicker as he fills two plastic cups with ice.

"Don't you laugh at me!" He turns and pouts at me. "You're laughing."

I shake my head with a smile of innocence as I can't make a sound while recording.

Jungkook turns back to the machine and reads all the buttons until he finds what he thinks is the right one which frankly, I would've picked the same one. In about a minute, the two little cups below the tampers fill with the warm dark goodness of espresso. When the final little droplets fall into the cups, Jungkook takes each and pours them into the plastic cups. Then he pours water in till the cup is full.

As he pops the lids on and sticks straws into them, I can't help but admire him through the camera feed.

"Next up, strawberry lemonade." Jungkook sing songs turning around to find the right ingredients.

20 minutes later, Jungkook sits across from me at a table and I sip on the lovely strawberry lemonade that Jungkook made me.

"What's my next mission?" Jungkook asks, setting down his nearly half finished mug.

Yeonseok slides over a piece of paper from the next table. Jungkook picks up the paper, reads it and begins his second mission.

*The next day*

"You haven't looked at Twitter, have you?" Yeonseok ambushes me as soon as I step into the building.

I glance around, slightly nervous, "No, I woke up late and rushed here."

Yeonseok sighs deeply, "Thank goodness."

"Why?" I ask as he drags me further into the building.

"Because." Yeonseok says vaguely.

"Because?" I repeat, hanging onto the word.

"Because..." Yeonseok glances around and I do the same, finding some stares being directed at us. "There's a rumor."

"Stop being vague!" I exclaim and pull my arm away.

"Someone took a picture of us filming at the cafe yesterday." Yeonseok explains.

"Okay? What's so big about that? They do that all the time." I explain.

"Yeah, but this time, the picture was perfectly angled so Hyunwoo and I were hidden and your camera is hidden by one of the pillars inside so.." Yeonseok trails off as I pick up on where the sentence is leading.

"It looks like we were on a date." I sigh, closing my eyes. "Is it bad?"

Yeonseok tilts his head to the side, "I mean not the worst things that have been thrown around..."

"But still pretty bad." I finish for him.

"Yeah." Yeonseok confirms.

I shrug, ignoring the dull pain of wishful thinking in my chest, "It's not like we've never had to go through something like this in the past."

"Yeah but you should really stay off the internet for a day or so." Yeonseok advices as we reach our large office space.

I nod slowly, "Okay, I won't." Setting down my bags, I sit at my computer and start opening on emails for the day.

"You promise?" Hyunwoo pops his over the cubicle walls.

I smile at his concern, "I promise. Why do you care though? I can handle myself."

"We know you can." Hyunwoo responds, "But you're still the youngest and like our little sister so we gotta protect you."

"Or at least try to." Yeonseok adds on.

I chuckle, "Well, thank you. I'm assuming upstairs is denying it?" I point upwards.

"Writing the denial letter as we speak." Hyunwoo snaps his fingers.

"This way?" Jungkook's voice echos down the hall.

I scrunch my eyebrows and Hyunwoo, Yeonseok, and I all lean back in our chairs wondering why he's up here.

Within seconds, Jungkook appears in the office space, his eyes searching a bit frantically.

"(y/n)." Jungkook says my name which shocks not only me, but Yeonseok and Hyunwoo as well.

I give him a small wave and a confused smile. Jungkook smiles and quickly walks over.

"Are you okay?" He asks me.

Yeonseok and Hyunwoo snicker but lean closer to their computers. I internally roll my eyes at them.

"I'm okay. Are you okay?" I answer and return the question.

"I'm okay now." Jungkook says, now a little shy.

"Now?" I ask.

"Well, I sort of saw Twitter this morning and I was a little worried." He answers.

I'm sure the evidence of surprise is clear on my face because he spits out more explanations.

"I, I mean I know you're new and haven't really been around this industry much and I didn't know how you would take it." Jungkook stutters, "And, and I worried because you were the one in the photo with me and I know people can be really nasty. Especially when we’re involved." He finishes quietly with a scratch to the back of his neck.

I squint cause I think I see a little blush tint his cheeks.

"Thank you for the concern." I tell him with honesty and I’m a little touched. "Is that why you came up here?" I ask.

Jungkook chuckles, "Yeah."

I smile, "Well, thank you. I appreciate it."

"Great." Jungkook claps his hands and then starts to get antsy, "Well, I'm gonna head back downstairs."

"(y/n)!" Hyunwoo quickly stands up, startling both Jungkook and I, "Walk him out. He could get lost up here."

"Yeah, we don't want Jungkook getting lost up here." Yeonseok agrees.

"Hyung." Jungkook drags out the word while I give them a pleading look. "I can find my way out."

"You didn't even know how to get here." Hyunwoo argues with the older brother smart-ass tone.

Jungkook opens his mouth to respond but his voice is nonexistent. I try to choke back a laugh but it comes out anyway.

"Hey, don't you even start." Yeonseok points a finger at me, "You're so much worse."

"Am not!" I defend myself, standing and crossing my arms.

"Are too." Hyunwoo agrees.

"Am not." I say in disbelief.

"Actually, you kind of are." Jungkook comments.

I raise my arm to slap his arm but hesitate, unable to finish the move. Jungkook, on the other hand, simply sticks his tongue out at me.

"Mature." I roll my eyes and lower my arm.

"Mature enough to ask you out?" Jungkook suddenly asks with a smirk.

My entire body freezes and the air dissipates from my lungs. The air around us also stales in an instance. Even Yeonseok and Hyunwoo are stunned into silence. In my ears, my heart starts to pound and my cheeks heat up. I can't believe the words I had just heard.

"I..." Jungkook clear his throat, "I said that out loud..."

I blink to break out of my thoughts and reset myself. "I'll, uh, I'll walk you out." I smile, trying to ignore what just happened but I don't think I did it well.

Jungkook wordlessly nods and follows me out of the office space. Neither of us say a word to each other until we're way past the office space.

"I apologize for earlier." Jungkook basically whispers.

I shake my head, "No, no need to apologize. It's okay."

"I really didn't mean to say it." Jungkook continues to explain. "I was actually worried this morning and I guess it was still running through my head and then it just happened. I guess."

I suppress a smile and look down to the ground, "It was a little shocking." I admit, "But I can't say it isn't one-sided."

That stops Jungkook in his tracks. I notice a few steps ahead and stop to turn and face him. His eyes are wide in disbelief and his arms hang loosely by his sides.

He stutters out jargon then clears his throat. Jungkook looks up with hope in his eyes, "Then, (y/n), can I take you out for dinner."

A smile grows on my face and my cheeks heat up ever so slightly, "Yes, you can."

Jungkook smiles widely and begins walking next to me again. My heart flutters happily and excitement grows in the pit of my stomach. As we walk, his shoulder brushes against mine and goosebumps erupt down my arms.

Sometimes rumors stay rumors. Other times they become reality.

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selfcareparker · 3 years

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(lovely anon) i'm so happy to finally be answering this oh my goodness hi gorgeous human being i feel that it has been too long 🥲 SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED SINCE THE LAST TIME I'VE WRITTEN ONE OF THESE HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

to answer the things you have said most recently- i'm so mad that spring break is over bc now i have to go back to life??? like dancing and school and shit that feels so unnessacry 😭 and like i can't just do nothing anymore? i was so used to it and now...... ugh. i STILL haven't played sims (i think it's because ✨depression✨ be hitting sometimes) lol but MWAHAH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUR NEIGHBOR!AU AND THAT THEY HAD LITTLE BABY LEO!! i feel the name thing.. i just come up with something that sounds nice? i think leo is a nice name, it makes me think about lea michele and the fact that her son's name is Ever Leo but anyway. i don't name my sims after what i want to name my children irl either... idk why though. (i don't know why i'm telling you this but for boy names i love Liam🥰 and if i had twin boys i think i would do Liam and Peter though i am not married to the name Peter.... anywho)

LMAOOO the therpaist coming made me laugh thank you :)) i hope it's helpful? this may be tmi but i've only really had negative thoughts recently and not many healthy outlets so i'm hoping crossing one thing off this sad list will make me feel better :') i think during spring break my anxiety and my depression really spiked? idk, it comes in episodes but yeah THIS GOT REALLY SAD

i think a lot of things when i read your posts but i never say them hahaha so imma say it now: i googled what bon appetit meant ( i also just had to google how to spell it ) but ur right, i feel like bone apple tea makes more sense than bone apple teeth.. the "th" is throwing me off bc how i say it bone appa (like app-a) teet (like you're saying tit but teet lol) so bone apple tea makes more sense to me lol

i never know really know the time difference for anything lmao but est to germany (that's not gmt is it?) is like 6 hours wOAH so it's like 9pm while it’s 3pm here? wowee

i feel mega weird after watching this show called hollywood (darren criss is in it, so is laura harrier and a bunch of other people) but i don't like it💀 i feel really icky rn and idk why but reading your last response to my ask (?) always makes me feel better :')

i am doing what you said btw, i'm typing this on my computer first then gonna transfer it to my phone's tumblr lol but when you said a digital detox, it's interesting cuz i feel like i've been having one since tom's new project was announced? gOD i don't wanna get into it bc i get so triggered but i've been off of instagram since then bc instagram stans literally stand by tom through whatever even when something ain't right- i’m just gonna leave it there bc i’ll continue the rant, but yeah so i took a break lol

also heard abt your driving lesson thing (?) was it that bad? i can't find the old post but someone asked if you hooked up with your lesson person and i was sOOO CONFUSED LMAOO LIKE OK ARIA GET SOME BUT UHH HUH?

now to address the actual response HAHA the way you touch my heart :') by :') bringing :') up :') halle :') being ariel :') (i honest to God don't remember if i brought this up first, forgive me if i did, it's been a minute lmao) i'm always talking about it and i'm pretty sure my family is so tired of me talking about it lmao, but YEAH when i found out they weren't twins i was so surprised but idk why i always thought they were twins? but YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE WITH THE DISNEY TALK- everyone is always like "tiana is my favorite princess" and yea she's strong and stuff but...... she was a frog. for almost the whole time. it's about time we got another one!! i do agree with some people on the fact that disney should just make another black princess but halle is adorable and i was ariel on stage so it's already really special to me :')

yeah lol there are good times with my brothers but they make me mad for a good portion of the time (there's the 12yo vincent and the 7yo daniel but vincent??? psshhh he is a piece of work and i'm not sure how much longer i can put up with him HAJAH AND YES VINCENT IS THE ONE WHO WAS 👁👄👁WHEN I CRIED AND THE ONE WHO DOESN'T LISTEN TO MUSIC- writing this now makes it sound like vincent is awful. which he isn't... we're working on him ig. not to add to the awfulness but no, he listens to obnoxious loud VIDEO GAME MUSIC and won't stop when we ask him to stop... he gets beat up a lot) anyway i imagine being an only child is really calming.. like you have time to yourself and its just you and your parents 😌

yeah let me know if you end up watching it (wandavision)! i think it's great but if you like it lmk!! tfatws is sooo good like PHEW i am honestly loving it. sidenote: j*hn w*lker makes me wanna jump through the screen and choke him to the ground. i was thinking right, and the falcon and the winter soldier (THATS SO MUCH EASIER FAJHKDAH) would techinally be like a 10 hour movie right? because every episode is an hour long and there'll be 10 episodes? like wow. i get what you mean though, abt the racism in the show etc, like looking forward to it but not like..... no i get what you mean i will not try and give another example lol but you make me wanna learn more languages like really badly (bc of what you said about the german to american translation) & if you end up watching hamilton PLEASE LMK ABT THAT TOO HAHAHA i love it so much, same thing with lion king lmaoo

speaking of germany, i was at lunch on saturday with my mom and her friend and we were talking about my schooling and like-- she planted this idea in my head lol like what if i just got my GED and went around the world (to england probably) to get a theatre experience??? and i think it sounds so cool but no where near practical lol, it's just..... the dream haha and i would then try and learn a language 😉

uh yes we absolutely should order basically a resturant meal at a cinema, how about burgers, chips (fries), and a large drink? any time next week works for me, should i pick you up?

also about cherry (which i still haven't watched yet lol) i got the timestamps from tumblr😌 i couldn't find them anywhere else, but i agree, i probably wouldn't even look twice at cherry if tom wasn't in it? like i liked tdatt a lot, but it's not a movie i would be itching to see ya know?

HAHAHAHA THE 24 HOUR NOTIFICATION- i think i have around 1030 hours on sims? but i've had it since 2019 lmao (reading the screenshots, yes u are 100% a genuis, i take screenshots too but on anon you can't upload them so i just read them and retype what i wrote lmao) i think the university experience in the game is fun, but time consuming and it's all work imo. idk why i do it so often tho 😭😭😭

and agreed!! when you're making good money in the game you have to find other ways to make it interesting. my cousins who play it just continously do "motherlode" and i'm like.... then what do you do in your game?? it just sounds boring to me... my current sims household, i had a famous comedian sim, her name was dylan, aND SORRY IM LAUGHING SO HARD WHILE WRITING THIS BC ITS A GREAT EXAMPLE OF THE UNI THING UNLESS IM JUST DUMB, she went to college for communications when i wanted her to be a comedian and when she graduated i realized that degree did nothing for the career 🥲 so yeah, i think i'm just dumb. but she had a kid in college, guy didn't stick around and she was pretty broke HA but then she got married to this (great) guy named steve, made good bank, had 5 more kids (two sets of twins and one more lol) but then she passed. uhm... yeah that's still an open wound . lol i'm kidding, but when you get rich like that, you have to find a way to make the game interesting and i chose a million kids.

(this was one giant paragraph until i broke it up uhh yeah) i seriously don't pay attention to the sims prices and just end up spending way too much money and not being able to finish the rest of the house😭 but then again, i'm so used to having sims live in apartments... if i end up building a house FIRST OF ALL it'll look like what you explained before lmao but i'll tell you if i actually end up building a house HAHA & planning out your sims game is so fun to me lol, did enisa and michael take in his daughter yet? i may be thinking too far ahead lol and i love that they fucked woohooed (i say woo woo lol) in celebration HAHA but when i was playing with this one couple i had them woo woo every night hoping the dude would have horrible pull out game and they would concieve, but one night they were too tired and i was like why? get back in there man. if i was in college and lived with my partner we would be fucking every night homie. be grateful. i have been talking a lot about sims, and like you said: enough 💀 i just love this game a lot 😭😭

SORRY LAST THING i think the sims romantic and sexual stuff is so nice bc its what i want?? LMAO IDK like the whole hot tub thing you're talking about- puh lease ITS JUST NICE TO SEE OKAY

i'm reading the german section over again and i said aloud "my german friend is so cool" lol (i was saying that to my brothers & i know they don't care LMAO) (& i'm glad the uni zoom call went well!!) so on a form, in german, it could possibily say Einführungsveranstaltungsteilnehmer because you would be a participant to an introductory event? i swear german sounds so cool 😌 but i love reading your german lessons!! it's really interesting, most of the time my brain can't comprehend it tho?? like that word makes sense to you, but i need a translation. like to be able to look at that and know what it says.... its just appealing and seems so cool lol i kinda wanna write something out in german but i feel that google translate will fail me. während googeln "google übersetzen" mein Computer war so verdammt langsam und es fühlte sich einfach wie etwas Gutes auf Deutsch zu sagen. ich bin nicht sicher, welches Wort ist "fucking", aber ich mag es lmao (did it fail me like i thought it would??)

LMAOOO THANK YOU FOR BRINGING UP JUSTIN BC WHILE AT THE RESTURANT THEY PLAYED A JUSTIN SONG AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU AND THIS STORY😭 lol i was thinking it's depending on your age but not even that either... i really don't know.... but tom's fans are hollanders💀 i would consider myself one? he's the only person i'm really into like that (like a lot lol) so idk lmao (directioners 💔💔the pain is real)

LMAOOO (both of these paragraphs started off with “lmaooo” smh) "i like my men when they look like they are on the brink of death" PLEASE, i don't like pete's blonde hair... i just don't. i'm not sure if i wasn't watching the most recent snls but yea. my mom thinks he looks like trash, but i think he's okay? like he said staten island people just look like trash LMAO and I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN KING OF STATEN ISLAND GIRL I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THAT!! now i'm gonna make plans to watch it lmao, & yes agreed i find pete hot, don't ask why i really couldn't explain it to someone he's just .

my favorite songs from rex are from pony oh my goodness 🥺 anywho i'm gonna go eat cereal (i ended up eating bun and cheese instead) and listen to the Stormzy songs you recommended... aria. aria aria aria. i would like to thank you for introducing me to stormzy i- i don't have any words or any emojis to express HOW GOOD STORMZY IS. i hope he's popular in germany/the uk because i haven't heard of him but GURLLLL

one second - delicious i love it. it's really good. it’s not my favorite from the album, but its great.

superheroes - at first i played the non-explicit one (on accident) and wondered why the words weren't playing but i was reading them in the lyrics??? THIS ONE THOUGH??? IS THE BEST SONG I THINK I'VE EVER HEARD. i am so SO SO into black people empowering songs (like brown skin girl by beyonce) and this song???? PHEW I CRYYYYY ITS SO GOOD.... i was gonna quote some lyrics BUT THERS TOO MANY I LOVE, "i am young, black, beautiful, and brave" "black queen, you're immaculate, it's coming at the world, they ain't ready for your magic yet, and that was never your fault" THAT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT- I ALMOST CRIED THIS SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL (i played it twice lol)

lessons is another beautiful one, like its slow and it feels intimate and nurturing and just OO chefs kiss, beautiful . like you can feel the apology and the regret... it’s so good

own it - OWN IT OWN IT OWN IT IS AMAZING!! swear you would catch me dancing to this song, this song is so fucking good i cannot comprehend like this one might be my favorite for real... "it's the way you wind up your waist, i'm so in awe, you never have to worry abt nothing, you know its yours, you know you own it" 🥲 i played it two or three times honestly

rachael's little brother - YES I DID LISTEN TO IT LMAO AND YES I LIKE IT, its a very complex song and it's very layered in terms of emotions i think and i really like that about it. i probably won't listen to it that often, but its really good. i would recommend this song to my "older brother" bc he would just absolutely love this

shut up - i was taking this song seriously (also very good) until i heard him say shu-T up LMAO, this one is good, i probably wouldn't listen to it 24/7 like rachael's little brother but honestly its still fire

before listening to blinded by your grace and vossi bop, i know you brought up the religion bit, i definitely don't mind that, especially because i'm Christian lol and i actually liked that he brought up God in some of his songs like idk i just like it🥰🥰

(i then went to bed after that lol but first thing in the morning i listened to superheroes and... that song is probably my favorite tbh, i was gonna write MORE quotes that i loved from it but, yeah no there's too many. if you want i'll tell you lmao but this is already so long i would just be quoting the whole friggin song)

VOSSI BOP IS A BOP (lol) I CANT EVEN LIE, i love a song that hypes up a dude's girl so the line- i love that my phone decided to fail to load the lyrics, lemme google it, okay the lyric "looking at my girl like what a goddess" i was like AYEEE its honestly just really good. and no one in america says "sauce" like "i've got the sauce" but now i do (thanks to love island and Nas from last season) and now stormzy so (also im gonna watch the music video for superheroes bc it looks great so 😛)

(because this is already so long i feel like i shouldn't finish the rest but . no i'm gonna do it)

now for blinded by your grace pt2 idk why i’m nervous lmaoo PAUSE I'M NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE SONG GIRL THIS SONG IS *chefs kiss* no words, speechless PHEW y'all gon make me start jumping around. why did i not know about stormzy before, he is amazing i- ok yeah i finished the song, all i have to say is that Stormzy is immaclucate. period. i am literally sending his music to all my friends he is..... amazing

you want my song recommendations 🥺🥺 hmm uh okay lol i listen to a lot of old music, whitney houston, marvin gaye, queen, celine dion, i love "more than words" by extreme uhmm okay, but for actual music i listen to on the daily? (this is a lot of different music like.... they do not go together lmao so be prepared) a song about being sad by rex orange county, betty by taylor swift and lover by taylor swift and... most of that album lol, treasure by bruno mars lmao, OOOO and versace on the floor by bruno as well, lazybaby by dove cameron, creep by tlc has been on repeat lol, deja vu by olivia rodrigo (i saw what you said about drivers license and AGREED LMAO but i like deja vu a lot more haha) and two albums that i listen to in general, rare by selena gomez and ungodly hour by chloe x halle 🥰 you don't have to listen to all of them or any of them lol but that's a sense of what i'm into :) so basically everything haha, i'm into literally every single kind of music really so i wasn't too surprised that i enjoyed stormzy :’)

HAHASBSJHAHA your h20 story cracked me up,, like "wow these actors are so dedicated, learning german just for us" 😭 the beauty of overdubbing

once again, math and maths, in my mind maths makes sense because its mathmatics, but saying maths doesn't feel right to me lol, like if i said maths i feel like everyone would look at me like ??? and yea i was taught it as math so its just more natural for me. but yes math/maths is disgusting, easily one of my least favorite subjects so .

mkay. i- the first time i read this i could not contain my laughter when you said the only pollen you know is sex pollen LMAOKOOSHBABJFAJF STOPPP I'M EVEN LAUGHING WRITING THIS,, anyway. wow! that's interesting, my dad (<<< mostly anything else) gets migraines from the sun and the heat and stuff, yesterday (sunday, i was outside for like hours watching my brothers play football, the american kind lol) i was in the sun for like ever and i got a headache😔

summer clothes🥲 i need to go shopping fr fr. for my birthday my mom and dad got me a giftcard like dedicated to a shopping spree and we've yet to go so..... i should bring it up to my mom lol, but!! i went bra shopping (ended up returning literally all of them cuz they honestly didn't work for day to day work? its a long story) and if i could i would walk around in this new "summer bra" i got, i would. it's so fricking cute and its really light fabric (which isn't perfect for my nipples but still) so i don't get hot in it, but that bra and some shorts would be perfect. its the closest thing to being naked so

IS THE BIRD STILL BOTHERING U ARIA, TELL ME NOW ISTG, i laughed really hard that the bird isn't stupid and is really trying to torture you LMAOO like i was rolling, it wants you to suffer, badly

when you said "mensus" it was still close to mens!!! latin speaking queen 😌😌

okay STORYTIME i was reading back your response and started (fake) crying bc i love you lol and my youngest brother (daniel) gon say "oh man, catherine's crying about something we don't care about, again" I--- i swear when i tell you about them they sound awful, but they aren't that bad, just the stuff i say about them is sounds really mean LMAO

but the thing you said about being kind, same, what i always say is: don't be the person that makes people say "i hate people" ya know? like there's no reason to be a jerk or anything.... but its true 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you are really kind and every time i talk to you i would like to personally fly to germany and give you a hug 💖💕💞💗💓💝💖💘

& i'm gonna show my stretch marks some love bc of you 🥺😭 i really hate how men have basically everyone conditioned that you can't love your own body </3 fuck them, y'all beautiful :')

also thanks for what you said :')) you literally are the kindest, sweetest person i think i've ever spoken to and i love you 🥰🥺🥲💓💗

READING YOUR TAGS HAHAHHAHA the spelling errors makes everything so much funnier. once again, i like your german lessons & yea!! i'm gonna play sims after writing this hahah

#catherine's tags are back #i don't think i've told you my name before?? #anyway it's catherine🥰🥰🥰 #i'm typing this on my computer (without emojis) and if i didn't edit this you would be reading shit shite like #heartface and pout and cry LMAO #yeah abt the tattoos #some stuff with my parents i'm like deal with it??? lol #my mom tells me "if there's something you enjoy or you like but i don't have the same opinion on it... why would my (my mom's) opinion matter? #and i love that #like i'm not gonna go and do whatever i want #but if my mom doesn't like that i swear (which isn't true just an example) #its like okay.... #but whatever #and your tattoo ideas sound really cute!! #and yeah @ your parents, i mean you aren't getting something wild #and the tattoo album>>> #i'm gonna look up ariana's butterfly tattoos just so i know what you mean lol #but i'm guessing you don't want something so incredibily simple, but not super like over the top? #correct me if i'm wrong lol #LMAO the tags were in order don't worry ! #and yeah lol ily2 <33 #and once again, again, sorry for this post JSHJS ITS A MESS AND LONG AS HELL #and you don't need to go in order of my post its literally longer than your german compound words #u're fine #also !!! while writing this the birds were chirping outside and i was like 😳 #and one of your fics (i’ve read all of them, i don’t remember lol) that valentine’s day one where y/n had lingerie on (the pancake one lol) #inspired me to buy lingerie #like when i look back on me “growing up” #that fic & basically you lol really helped with that #that made no sense and i don’t know how to make it make sense... but... yeah. like ily

hiiiiiiiiiii <3333

Dear catherine, 😌

(you have said your name before, but it wasn‘t like an introduction or anything i think you were talking about .... was it possibly the incident at the cinema??? And you said something like ‘calm down catherine‘ like you were telling yourself to calm down idkd dkdkkdkd anyway i didn‘t mention it cause i wasn‘t sure if it was an accident or not dkdjd but now i know 😌❤️ Catherine is such a cute and lovely name btw omg and so are your brothers‘s names 🥰

Sorry that I‘m answering this so late, it‘s been an emotional rollercoaster for me since last week but i‘ll get to that in a second lol

Sksklssk girl i haven‘t played sims in like 2 weeks now ekejdkdlldld ok that‘s not that long at all actually but i keep wanting to play but then i end up not playing for whatever reason, so no news about my sims game 😔 but i love the names Liam and Peter and for twins!!! That sounds really nice actually

okay i‘m trying to answer your ask in chronological answer even though i wanted to wait for the depressing stuff and write it at the end or something OKAY so. i thought that i‘d feel so good when i start uni and that i‘ll like... have a purpose in life again and just be happy (cause in the last year i didn‘t do much and i was depressed like half of the time lol).... anyway i kind of feel even worse now? 😭 i think it‘s because in my brain it‘s like: university!!! that means your life will change and it‘ll all be so exciting. and don‘t get me wrong it is exciting butttt..... idk the online thing is so weird cause you‘re not meeting any new people (i‘m introverted anyway but still lol) and it doesn‘t feel like you‘re listening to/talking to actual people cause it feels the same as just watching a video?

also i thought i‘d be busy again but i only have one lecture (90mins) a day and theres one day where i dont have any lectures at all and just one day where i have 3 hours but.... idk i mean i shouldn‘t complain about having so much free time but i just don‘t know what to do all day and in a pandemic there really is nothing to do but i also can‘t relax bc it‘s like during the week and i know i have uni the next day and .... yeah.

There‘s also this one assignment i had to do that took me AT LEAST SIX HOURS AND IM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING????? so that was the only thing i‘ve been doing besides “going to“ lectures. for this one course we have to read two (really really long) texts (like it literally took me 3 hours to read them) and we‘re supposed to post it on this website that all the professors in our uni use. So after 5 days of anxiety (✌🏼) i posted mine this morning bc last night i realised that i didn‘t even know why i was having anxiety so i just posted mine today. The deadline is tomorrow at 12 and no one except me has posted theirs yet........ so i have anxiety again 🥰 cause idk if i‘m the only one who did it or if i even did it correctly

Edit while i‘m rereading this: my anxiety about uni is a lot better and i‘m not as d*pressed anymore maybe it was just hormones? idk but i‘m better so that‘s good

(I started writing this like 5 hours ago and then i randomly completely forgot lol)

I‘m in a better mood now though so let‘s move on from that (oh wait also, i think i‘m gonna see if i can find a psychiatrist bc with my anxiety symptoms (long story) i need to go to a psychiatrist, and so far i‘ve only gone to like psycholgists and it didn‘t help but i think that‘s just bc i was meant to go to a psychiatrist and not a psychologist so dldjdjsj

n e ways but yes you‘re not alone, ily, things will get better and yes i love you (i‘m not good at this type of thing🥲 but i‘d hug you right now if i could <3)

Yess i think the time difference between est and me is 6hours but gmt is uk time i believe? i think mine is called.... cet? For central european time? I could be completely wrong though lmao

Oof i completely forgot about hollywood, i remember when laura kept posting about it on instagram but i never actually watched it and i definitely won‘t now lmaodkdksjsn

Okay my driving lesson LEBDJDKDK I DID NOT HOOK UP WITH ANYONE AKSJSKSMMLM especially not my 40 or 50 year old driving instructor lol i like her but NOT LIKE THAT, the lesson was really really really good actually and i think i‘ll have my driving test soon, but i don‘t even remember why the anon would have thought that??? Oh wait now i remember okay KEKSKDLDL so during the lesson my instructor was like do you mind if i turn on some music? AND THIS WOMAN TURNED ON ONE DIRECTION I LOVE HER so i made a post about it and i said something about the song up all night and i guess i phrased it in a .... idk in a dumb way 💀 so the anon made a joke that i stayed up with my driving instructor all night and NO. No.

Wait did i read that right? YOU WERE ARIEL ON STAGE? SIALDBDJDKSLMSBDKDMDMDKDJSLSMDJFJJEDMBFEKLEFBJDLDVSIDLESKSKWKDKDJDOWNYUEKWNDUWLNSUFLWVSUDLEHDOENSIDBEISBEHENJELBSIEMWUDNRIW KB WOBE JO ON SBEUU HIII S HWS LV W ICH US KB okay this keyboard smash is getting out of hand but uh please do elaborate on that 💘😌???? Like you can‘t just drop that information and not say more??? I forgot if you‘re in like your school‘s drama group (is that a thing? lol idk anything about acting) or in an independent group? Either way - ARIEL that is so fucking cool

Your brothers loooooool, no i get it though obviously you love them and stuff but esp at their age children are so annoying so good luck with them 😭😭😭lmao

Yeah “anyway i imagine being an only child is really calming.. like you have time to yourself and its just you and your parents 😌“ yeah just me and my parents who constantly fight 🥰 lmao no i like being an only child, like i cannot imagine having siblings but i feel like if i had siblings i would be saying that i can‘t imagine being an only child so? but i do think it‘s quite different like i‘m trying to imagine having siblings and WHAT that‘s just so different omg i‘ve never really thought about it like properly ???

I saw a tik tok the other day that was like “sometimes i forget that my siblings have a life of their own. like i see them as side characters in my life“ and even though i can‘t relate obviously i felt that. lol, like i can really imagine how it feels idk what i‘m talking about like shut the fuck up, daria

(also my actual name is daria not aria but i dont like it, and also i wanted to be more anonymous on tumblr so now i‘m aria lmao. pls don‘t mention it though cause no one knows except for you and mel (peterbenjiparker) dkdkdkdnkdnd. but i‘m starting to identify with the name cause everyone keeps calling me that looool😭😭😭 (but i like the name, more than daria anyway? well it also depends on the accent, cause the way germans say daria is okay. the was Americans say it is also okay, but some of my family in England are from the north of england and i don‘t like how they say my name 💀 no offence to them(?) but yeah pls don‘t mention the name in your ask cause the chance of people seeing it is higher then (or if you want to say something about it just send a separate ask and i just won‘t post it (IDK what you‘d want to say about my name but yeah just in case slsldlldmsndnsns)

I‘m loving falcon and winter soldier so much but when i was watching an episode the week before last week (?) my laptop broke😭😭😭😭 during the scene where the dora milaje came at the end my laptop just shut down? And it had these lines all over the screen and i had to bring it to the shop where i bought it and they said it‘ll take 6-8 weeks to repair 💔💔💔 but at least it‘ll be for free, cause if i brought it back to apple it would cost like 400€ (i think that‘s nearly 500$) so yeah. but it sucks cause now i‘m “going to uni“ on a really old rusty laptop and on my phone which kinda sucks. oh yeah and also i can‘t watch anything on there 😭 i definitely want to watch wandavision but it‘ll have to wait🤧

Yessss you should def get your GED! I googled and I‘m still not entirely sure what it is dldks but from how you described it- YES!!!!!!

Idk if you know this? Like no idea if I‘ve told you this already (hmmm wait i feel like we talked about it actually?) anyway i was originally gonna go study in England, but for loads of reasons I ended up staying in Germany and I‘m def happy with my decision, but I definitely want to go to England sometime even if it‘s just for six months or maybe for my masters or something? And (obviously everyone is different) but i think everyone should go abroad and live in a different country once in their life, no matter if it‘s for school or what, and even if it‘s just for a few weeks. But i think that‘s something that you‘d never ever forget! And combining that with your acting/theatre??? You really would be living the dream 💘💘😌

how about burgers, chips (fries), and a large drink? any time next week works for me, should i pick you up?— sounds good see you soon 🥰🥰🥰

i used to be one of the people who‘d just do motherlode motherlode motherlode and just... what did i do? Why did i do that??? But not anymore lol. Like I said i haven‘t played sims in a few weeks but i‘ve been watching a few legacy challenge let‘s plays and usually i play with the aging off. So my sims just don‘t age 💀 but i could (should) turn aging on so that it stays exciting and i have limited time and everything. and once i get bored with my current sims i can just make them have kids and continue playing as their children when they get older- like recently i remembered that i haven‘t played the acting career in ages? and i haven‘t had a shop in ages? and i think you can even become a vet right??? like those are definitely some things i want to do in the next weeks!!! Also yes sksksjs i have a few hundred hours on sims as well (if not thousands 😭) it was just that one household that i‘d been playing with for 24hrs

AND GIRL SSKSKJD THE UNIVERSITY THING HAPPENED TO ME TOO, it was a while ago so i don‘t remember what degree and what job it was about but i made my sim study something for aaaaaages so she‘d get a better job from the beginning (you know what i mean like get in at a higher level)...... and i apparently studied the wrong thing cause i didn‘t get any benefits from studying and still had to start at level 1 and shit 🥴🥲

Oh also (this was like 2 weeks ago) Enisa and Michael did take in Michael‘s daughter and i think Enisa currently even has a higher/better relationship with the daughter than Michael but um💀💀💀 also i was hoping (since michael and enisa married (in their back yard i think lol) that the daughter (i forget what her name is😭) would have enisa as her step mom? Like you know how you can see the relationship and it says daughter or son or sister.. and i was hoping that it would say step mom but it doesn‘t say anything 🥲 but in my mind (and if the sims had proper family relations) she is her step mom😌 also Leo is a teenager now???? I mean I aged him up lol dkdk he was being too annoying as a toddler but i don‘t like children so i aged him up twice in one day and now he‘s a teen, but that means he can look after his half sister when she becomes a toddler which is good (the game recognises them as siblings tho even if they‘re just half siblings? why can‘t they have step family members in the sims🥲) okay i‘ve annoyed you enough with sims ✋🏼

I‘ve been a bit sick these past few days and now i‘m getting a headache so i have to finish this response tomorrow 😭😭😭 </3

It‘s not tomorrow, it‘s 3 hours later but i‘m better lol

oooff when sims are ungrateful and won‘t woo woo (lol i like that) cause they‘re too tired like?? Be grateful that you‘re not living with your parents anymore 🙄 no okay dkdkdkdl idk if you play with mods (i don‘t) but i know there is a mod (or it‘s part of a mod idk maybe wicked whims?) where you can adjust the percentage of how risky a normal woo woo is, like you still click woo woo (3dksksks okay i‘ll say woohoo again— wait is that what’s it called? 😭) but there‘s like a 25% chance that your sim can still get pregnant just like in real life there‘s always a chance of getting pregnant even if you‘re using protection (just not 25% lmao) but yeah i personally don‘t play with mods sksk and you can always just click try for baby but it would be cool if you could add stuff like risky woohoo to the game without mods (i have no idea how to download mods and i play sims on a really really old laptop and sims is literally tje only thing that works on it anyway so—) i repeat my words from earlier: okay i‘ve annoyed you enough with sims ✋🏼

okay i‘m so sorry i‘m gonna watch fast & furious 1 now cause i need to watch f&f 1-5 until the 30th of april cause they‘re only on netflix til then (i mean i could watch them somewhere else but the quality is never as good) so i will finish this tomorrow after all😭

it is now 1 am, i finished the film, can feel a new obsession coming up again (i always have these f&f obsessions for six months before and after a new film comes out)

THE GOOGLE TRANSLATE wkekdjdj tbh it sounds like someone is speaking with some kind of foreign accent i guess that‘s probably because it just is a direct translation and so anyway slsjsj i don‘t know if you asked me what the word fucking is in german? like idk cause the translation is a bit weird but in case you asked lol sidjsjs theres not really a good translation like we just say fuck for fuck lmao, i don‘t know if you typed in fucking in google translate and it came out as verdammt? cause that means damn (or damned sksjjs) ummm yeah idek if/what you asked so imma move on🤧

I‘m not gonna comment on what you said about every stormzy song cause you already said all the important things but SKSKSJSJSKNSNDBDUDOENWBSLSKKHSULSLSKSBSJSKSK I WAS SMILING SO HARD WHEN I READ YOUR RESPONSE FOR THE FIRST TIME BECAUSE AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH finally i know someone who loves him as much as i do 💘💘💘 also since you brought it up, i‘m pretty sure he‘s considered the most successful UK rapper or if not then at least top 3 so he‘s defffffffffinitely big in the uk, in germany more and more people are listening to uk rap too but not as much stormzy cause theyre dumb apparently 🙄 but anywY i‘m sooooo sooo happy that you like him. i think hith came out end of 2019 (i could be wrong but i think it came out on the 13th of december so (in a european way) you‘d write the date: 13.12 and obviously i don‘t KNOW this but i can definitely imagine that he chose that date because ACAB and yes, Michael. Yes. But he hasn‘t made too much music since then so i hope he‘s working on some new stuff 🤞🏼

Also i ordered the stormzy poster😌 also a nicki minaj one bc i decided i‘m gonna have one wall with red-ish posters (i already have two kinda red ones) and one with blue/green-ish posters (already have two) and i can add stormzy to the blue one and nicki to the red one, but i think that‘s it cause if my walls are tooo full it could look cluttered? I‘m not sure how that type of thing works lmao but my room is generally untidy so i don‘t want the walls to look unorganised too so i think that‘s it for now

I really want to finish this now but my brain is getting kinda slow and i need to sleep soon so this will have to wait till later after all 🥺🥴 (not that it makes and difference to you bc you‘ll see this whenever i post it buttttt i wanted you to know that i want to talk to you again but with my slow brain i‘m just taking too long to do it in one day😭😭😭 and i‘m so busy tomorrow hmm but i‘m sure i‘ll have 30 minutes to finish this then <3)

Okay wait I‘m so dumb I didn‘t realise I‘d nearly answered everything i could have posted this yesterday 😭😭

Oooohh that summer bra sounds so nice like if i was confident enough i literally would just wear a top that resembles a bra (or really is a bra lol) cause my tiddies always be looking amazing i‘m just insecure about my stomach sometimes 🙄🙄🙄 but recently i‘ve been loving myself more and more tbh 😌

also i hope you can go shopping for some nice clothes soon ✨😌

I‘ll be honest I haven‘t listened to your song recs YET but only because i wanna take my time with them and i‘ve been so busy and slso AJ tracey‘s album came out last week and I haven‘t listened to that one yet either so ekdkdj (he‘s also a uk rapper like quite popular and successful as well, but i feel like i‘m not gonna like his album cause whenever i‘m looking forward to an album it ends up being really bad and the albums where you weren‘t expecting it turn out to be bangers.... so yeah but i‘ll let you know when i listen to your songs!!!! :)

Omg i keep having to scroll up all the way to see the next thing you said so sorry if I completely miss some of the things you said😭😭

So when you sent this the bird was still bothering me oh my FUCK DKDLDMMDMDMD but now i‘ve been going to bed at like 1-2am so the bird is probably still asleep lool

Okay and for the rest of your ask my response is: 💘💖❣️💚❣️💛❣️💛💕💞❤️💓💟💞💕💕💖💘💝💟💟🧡❤️🧡💞💛💚💓💚💚💚❣️🧡💖💘🧡💝🧡💕💘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥺🥺💘💘💘💘💘 (okay that looked cuter in my head i don‘t really like the green hearts dldkkdksndnd)

#lovely anon #<3333333333333 #‚‘it‘s literally longer than your german compound words‘ LMAODKDMSLDKSLKS #ignore the comma at the beginning of the last tag????#aww wait i just read what you said at the end of your tags🥺🥺💘💘💘#love youuuu #ooooof i‘m reading my response and do i not know what a period is? like period as in. full stop.#my sentences are literally paragraphs and i use keyboard smashes to separate sentences from each other like what‘s wrong with me???#or ‚lol‘ snd ‚lmao‘#imma need me to do better (did you listen to heavy is the head as a whole? like the whole album? the song do better is stuck in my head toda #today so)#i‘ll try to write normal length sentenced in the future💀#sentencessss*

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rosecoloredkay · 5 years

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Something To Believe In

Hey there friends! I decided to give my hand at writing a Jack Kelly x David Jacobs one shot fanfic. Sorry if it’s OOC or anything. It was my first shot in a very long time writing this.

So all of this goes down after the rally between Jack and Davey.

David was so stunned and hurt by what just happened. He just ran off entirely after the whole debacle at Medda’s theatre. Jack Kelly, the leader of the strike and his best friend! Just betrayed all of the newsies and himself. Punching a brick wall with his fist David cried out in frustration on the verge of tears recalling everything that just happened minutes ago. Sinking against the brick wall he took off his cap and squeezed it with all of his might. “Heya Davey? I was just going to take Les back to ya place for ya. If that’s a’ight with you. You look like you might need some space to think about things alone. You can head up to Jacks penthouse.” Race gestured at the fire escape near where David was slumped against the brick wall. “I doubt Jack would go there with everything that just happened at the rally.” Wes walked up to his brother and touched his shoulder. “Don’t worry Davey. I’m sure Jack will come around! I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t leave us alone like this.” David reached up and squeezed Les’s hand and smiled at him sadly. “Yeah bud, I’m sure there must be some kind of explanation. Hurry along with Race okay? Tell Mom I’ll be back soon. I just need some time to think about some stuff.” He shifted his attention towards Race and stared at him with a sad smile. “Race, thank you. I’ll head up there and try to clear my head. I owe you one for taking care of Les.” Race shifted on his feet with a big smirk on his face and smacked Davey on his other free shoulder. “Oh, trust me I’ll collect when the time comes.” David rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle. “Got it. Just don’t bleed me dry now.” “Come on Les lets get ya back to ya place.” Les and Race walked side by side as Race held his hand up in a goodbye gesture and kept walking forward until they were both out of sight.

Climbing up the ladder David had so many thoughts going through his head he didn’t even know where to start. Once David was in Jack's “Penthouse” He saw the appeal the place where his friend liked to hang out. “The view is gorgeous. I wonder if Jack ever painted this view from here or sketched it.” Sitting down he let his legs hang through the railing of the balcony he was on and just leaned against the bars and sighed looking into the distance and started talking to himself. “Jack has put so much into this strike. He cares about his friends and these boys so much. Why would he do this? It doesn’t make any sense! What about Crutchie? What about everyone else!” Rubbing his forehead he started to tear up again but he wasn’t too sure why. His chest was hurting. He felt betrayed that must of been why right? “All I was doing was going to sell papes with my brother to help feed my family. That’s it. Then he just popped up out of nowhere.” David rarely felt so frustrated with himself and the current situation he was in was driving him crazy. “Damn it Jack! You and your beautiful blue eyes and stupid-” David stiffened and he felt his heart pounding and like the world just froze. Shaking his head he tried to calm down. “No, I did not just say beautiful. That’s illegal Davey! Oh god, that and the nickname he gave me I love when he calls me that.” His eyes widened and everything just slowly pieced themselves together in front of him like a puzzle and Jack Kelly was that missing puzzle piece. “I’m supposed to be angry with him right now! I’m hurt!” Shaking he stood up and stared at the New York skyline as the sun began to set. “Well, I guess that’s that Jacobs. You’re screwed.” He chuckled to himself and noticed some papers sticking out and decided to look at them and noticed they were Jacks drawings.

Walking back to his penthouse Jack felt like screaming. “I did the right thing. I know I did. No one can get hurt because of me.” Jack recalled how badly Davey reacted to what he said at the rally and he felt his heart break looking at his dear friend like that. Sure, they just met not too long ago but it felt like forever for him. They just clicked and got along so well. But at Medda’s that all changed. “Davey..” Jack whispered under his breath. “Shit.” He got so angry he started to climb the fire escape to his penthouse and was swearing under his breath. When he got to the top he saw a tall figure wearing a newsboy cap. His heart stopped as he said in a whisper. “What are you doing here?” David turned around staring at Jack with sad eyes. “Race showed me the way here. It’s a beautiful view. I needed a place to think about things.” Jack walked up to Davey and seen he was holding his drawings and ripped it out his hands impulsively. “Hasn’t anyone taught ya not to touch other people's things!” David flinched and straightened himself up and stared at Jack. “You have skills Jack truly. Is that the Refuge? I can’t believe our friends and other newsies are staying in those conditions! We have to expose that!” Jack laughed and shook his head and walked closer to Davey. “Dave, no one cares about us and how we live!” David touched Jacks shoulder. “We can talk with Katherine I’m sure she can get your drawings published. She has to have something else we can use against Pulitzer she’s talented and witty.” Jack pushed Davey away and leaned against the railing and sighed. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” David walked towards Jack once more but stopped himself and looked at his friends form sadly. “I came to a few realizations Jack about things. But first can you please explain to me why you did it? It hurts yes. But I’m not mad.” Turning around Jack looked at Davey in the eyes and bit his lip then looked at the ground. “Pulitzer...he gave me an ultimatum he said to either A; Take the money and go to Santa Fe and disband the union or B; He was going to throw You and Les and the rest of the newsies in the Refuge and I couldn’t.” Jack focused his attention solely on Davey and stared into his eyes with tears in his own. “ I couldn’t let him do that to you. Not you. You’ve given me so much Davey. You’ve given me something to believe in.” David moved closer to Jack and took his hand in his trying to calm Jack. Jack’s eyes never left Daveys. He squeezed his hand gently. “We made this union together and I just don’t know what to do Davey. Please tell me what to do.” David took his other hand and touched Jacks cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. “Jack we can do this together. Like we have from the beginning.” David was nervous but his heart was pounding he was scared that he was going to mess this up. But at the current moment it was like time has frozen once more. Getting closer to Jack he leaned in and closed the gap between them. It was a soft chaste kiss but messy. Heart pounding he realized that Jack Kelly, His best friend. Was reciprocating the kiss he was actually kissing him back. Stunned Jack pulled away and leaned his forehead against Daveys. “Woah...I-I didn’t expect that out of you Davey.” Jack whispered and squeezed Davey’s hand. David looking through his thick eyelashes he made eye contact with Jack and whispered back. “I didn’t mess this up did I? When you said that you did it for me, I kind of just lost control.” Jack pulled away and shook his head. “No, not at all. I felt something between us since I first saw you.” Jack awkwardly took off his hat and rubbed the back of his head blushing. “What about Katherine?” David sadly looked up at Jack and Jack rushed towards Davey and grabbed both of his hands in his. “Katherine is beautiful, kind, smart, witty and beyond. But Davey she isn’t you- Wait, am I kidding myself here Dave? A guy like you can’t be with someone like me. It just doesn’t happen. You have a family, A home, Somewhere safe to stay. Here I am living meal to meal on pennies. I never know where I’ll sleep next. You know I’m a rule breaker Davey. So I could care less about being in trouble about being with you even if it means legal trouble.” Davey hugged Jack tightly against him and whispered in his ear. “I’ll always be here for you Jack. No matter what kind of situation you’re in, I'll always be by your side to help you. Now please stop rambling Jackie.” Pulling apart once more he kissed Jack once more with more passion before pulling apart at the sound of someone climbing up the ladder. Katherine looked like she interrupted something important as she looked at the disheveled boys but just brushed it off. “Guys! There you are! I wrote and article that we could use to take down Pulitzer once and for all.” She handed the paper over to David who scanned the paper and chuckled and smiled at Katherine brightly. “This is great Kath!” He handed the paper over to Jack as he started to read it. “Hey, Katherine can we use some of Jack's drawings to the paper?” He picked up the discarded drawings of Jacks and squealed. “This is perfect! A nail to put in the metaphorical coffin!” Jack drew his attention to both of his friends and spoke up. “But no pape is going to print this!” Katherine folded her arms and paced back and forth thinking. “There has to be at least one printing press that my father doesn’t control.” Jack scoffed “Oh, this is good. I know the perfect place. The printing press in the cellar of The World.” Katherine jumped up and clapped. “Perfect! You guys meet me there as soon as you can!” Katherine quickly scaled down the ladder as she had some important things to do! When they were sure they were alone Jack and Davey started laughing and held each other close. “Jackie, you gave me something to believe in too.” Jack gave him a toothy grin and kissed him once more and grabbed his hand. “I don’t know what this is but I want to give this shot. But right now, we have more important things to do. Let's go take down Pulitzer! David smiled and thought to himself. ‘I’m so glad I met this man. He makes me a better person.’ “Right after you Jackie!” Chuckling to himself, he held his hands out in a gesturing manner to the ladder. “What a gentleman! I may have been swooned!” Jack winked at him and started down the ladder. “Back at you Partner!” He winked back at him and followed him. Time to seize the day and take down Pulitzer together.

“An angel come to save me but didn’t even know he gave me something to believe in.”

#Newsies #javid #javid fanfic #Jack Kelly #David Jacobs #Newsies broadway #Katherine Plumber #jack x davey #jack x david #Something To Believe In #Kaysfiction

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oh-theatre · 5 years

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Sycamore High: The Auditorium (Chapter 10)

A/N: So many characters! So many stories! So many perspectives! I LOVE WRITING TED. Also, I have only had Tommy for a chapter but if anything very were to happen to him...

summary: The gang goes through an odd morning before class

words: 1,690

warnings: Cursing, slight homophobia, mentions of yelling, implied abuse, VERY NEGATIVE THINKING

Ao3 link

So cute

He is so cute

I love him

WOAH WOAH, pump the breaks, Ted, you pump those breaks

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Emma turned the corner sleepily, god had anyone gotten any sleep?

“I can't believe they have a coffee cart at this school… how fancy can you get?’ She mumbled to herself making her way towards the smell of sweet sweet caffeine. She reaches the eyesight of the coffee cart to be met with a very different scene. She finds herself staring at Paul and some unknown man who looks very angry. She can't hear what they are saying but the taller man's face gets very red and Emma decides that maybe she should intervene seeing as Paul looks like he could care less what happens to him. She stepped in front of the pair and held up her hand, catching a very sweaty fist in it. The man grunted and kept pushing his fist against her hand, she didn't budge. She gave him a look before he snarled and gave up, walking away followed by a very chatty crew.

“Emma!” Pauls perky voice shouted from behind her, she spun to see an equally sleepy Paul grinning like an idiot, so cute.

“Hiya Paul, what was that about?” She asked, scooching past him a bit to collect her own coffee and Pauls.

“Emma! My dear friend! The girl I met just a while ago! The girl who I might have a crush on! I don't know!” Emma immediately shushed him and dragged him away from the overpopulating coffee cart. She huddled them into a corner still covering his mouth. “I am really tired” He said smiling, insane eyes shining through.

“Yeah, I can tell…” She paused examining him “How much sleep did you get last night?” She asked concerned

“Literally 0 hours” He said still smiling, she wanted to laugh he really was adorable “My mom was loud and fighting with my dad, we don't like him in this household” He whispered the last part. Emma felt like she was listening to a gossip session. “Anyway they were fighting, VERY LOUDLY” He shouted, Emma, nodded sighing… she was getting annoyed. Paul caught on and decided to continue. “Sister, having boy troubles or whatever… and… “ He suddenly got very sad, his face fell. Emma took his hand not thinking and giving it light supportive strokes “Ted… I was worried about Ted” He pouted, Emma nodded. She looked around her surroundings.

“Let's get you back to class” She decided to hand him his coffee. He took it and followed her lead towards the auditorium.

“Hey how did you do that-” He paused gesturing wildly “Hand thingy”

“I take self-defense classes” She said, slightly leading Paul who was now full-on drunk/sleepy mode. He gasped loudly, jaw-dropping.

“You are so cool” He whispered amazed, she smirked before they reached the auditorium doors. He looked at the doors then down at his coffee. “Oh no! I forgot Bills coffee…” He pouted again and furrowed his brows “Eh, fuck Bill” He stated before the pair made their way into class.

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“Ok, we can't keep doing this!” Charlotte exclaimed “This isn't like me” She said, furrowing her brows. It wasn't, she wasn't the type of person to sneak into a dark corner of the school and have a make-out session.

“God! Charlotte! You say this every-time, and then the morning comes and here we are” Sam replies frustrated. Charlotte winces at his yelling, she doesn't like yelling. “Look you need to figure out what it is we are doing ok?” Charlotte nods unsure before racing out of their corner, she feels a firm hand grab her and pull her back in for a moment. A warm kiss is placed on her lips and she cant help but melt into it. Sam pulls away after a moment before winking goodbye and making his way to class. Her face flushed before she made her separate way towards the auditorium.

“There you are” The concerned voice of her best friend Emma calls across the room, she turns smiling at her friend

“Here I am” She says dreamily “What's up, buttercup?” Emma rolls her eyes and drags her over to the seats.

“Ok I have so much to tell you but first why do you look high?” Charlotte's face fell immediately a sense of panic set in.

“High? I don't look high? Omg, do I look high?” She rambled, Emma squeezed her hands

“Kidding!” She said unsure at her friend, Charlotte pouted and hit her shoulder

“Not funny” She said

“You did it wrong” Emma joined in her pout “It's actually ‘Not Funneh!’” Emma exclaimed mimicking the John Mulaney skit.

“Ok nope, I'm not doing this, it's way too early-”

“Paul said he might have a crush on me” Emma blurted, softly enough for only the pair to hear.

“Good Morning class!” A voice echoed through the hollow theatre “Unfortunately Professor Chad is unavailable today so I have been asked to step in. I'm Professor Hidgens and that is what you can call me” The nervous professor looked at the students expectantly before deciding to begin roll call.

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He is really cute though

Yes, but you don't love him! You don't even know him!

Still cute

“Enough!” Ted shouted out loud, the car stopped abruptly and Tommy looked over at Ted in a panic. Ted covered his mouth quickly as the pair made eye contact. “Sorry, I was… just thinking” He said, Tommy sighed relieved before continuing on. Ted cursed himself, idiot, He thought.

“So what's your first class of the day?” Tommy asked casually as he pulled into the school parking lot “Mines Equine Care and Management, I really love horses” He informs excitedly, Ted could listen to him speak for hours. Tommy parks the car looking over at the boy expectantly.

“Oh! Well it was Physical Education but somehow I got transferred into Musical Theatre with a bunch of my friends” Ted wanted to hit himself, he sounded so lame. Tommy's eyes lit up as he unbuckled.

“I love the theatre!! I really wanted to take that class but my…” He trailed off “Doesn't matter, that's super cool though!” His tone had gotten sadder, Ted felt a fiery ball gather in his stomach, he wanted to punch whoever made him feel this way. He just wanted to protect Tommy.

Dammit!

What is wrong with you?

I don't know

Get it together, man

What would your father think?

“Why do I care?” He mumbled to himself getting out of the car. He had dried off a tad bit so he wasn't slugging water everywhere. He grabbed his things and followed Tommy into the school, he couldn't help but stare the entire time. He was absolutely, head over heels, in l-

STOP IT!

You aren't, you CAN'T be

You're just confused, it's just a phase

It's just a phase

Just a phase

“Could I walk you to the auditorium?” Tommy asked sweetly, no pun intended “I've always wanted to see it” Ted watched as Tommy's eyes grew wide with excitement, and a beautiful smile crossed his face.

“How could I say no?” That was supposed to stay up here, Ted thought. Tommy jumped, yes jumped, excitedly and latched onto Ted. He immediately froze at the sudden contact the two boys now shared. Tommy wasn't bothered, and Ted wasn't either perse but… he was confused.

“Lead the way Teddy” Tommy mumbled softly. Oh? Using my childhood nickname? NOT FAIR UNIVERSE! And so he did, Ted leads them through the almost empty halls right to the auditorium doors. Everything was going great, they talked and laughed. They were so close until-

“Got yourself a boyfriend Porker?” A gruff voice asked from behind. Ted felt his mood immediately drop as the pair turned around to be met with Billy. “Aww look, he even has pigtails, so you can pretend he's a girl”

Ok that's it, Ted roll up your sleeves lets get this motherfucker

Why? He's right, isn't he?

“I'm not his boyfriend” Tommy said calmly, why did Ted's heart hurt when he said this. “I'm just a friend, he's much too good for me” Both Ted and Billy were shocked by this. Ted felt a pang of guilt hit him.

Too good for you? No… no… you've got it all wrong Tommy

“Even if he was my boyfriend” Ted said, his voice wavered by this sudden participation “You would be the last to know”

Wow great job Ted, I’m sure that will get him going

“So what? You like boys Porker?” Billy said scoffing. Ted furrowed his brows, he went to answer.

“You interested Billy? Unfortunately, you're not my type” That shut him up, ted watched amused as Billy stuttered over himself before walking away defeated. “Also yeah I do!” Ted shouted, He just really wanted to rile him up. Tommy let out a giggle and covered Ted's mouth.

“Stop.. you're going to get yourself punched” The pair giggled, Ted felt happier than he had in a while.

“I've been through worse” He shuffled his feet, Tommy let out a breath before examining the halls once more.

“Sorry about that” He said, Ted shook his head furiously

“Not your fault, Billy has always had it out for me and my friends” He glanced over at the direction where Billy had gone “I guess this time it was justified” Ted said disappointed.

“What? Are you joking? It was absolutely not! So you like boys? Who cares?” Tommy said getting very defensive, ted was taken aback by this sudden anger he felt wash through him. “Look I don't know you that well but clearly you have some things you need to work on, but I meant when I said we were friends, ok?” he looked around again “It's ok to like whoever-” Tommy paused “Just don't like Billy ok? Cause… ew” The pair erupted into laughter once more “I should get to class… see you around Ted” Tommy smiled, that damn smile before disappearing, leaving Ted with a very hollow stomach and an awful feeling of longing.

So...Not a phase

What would your father think?

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cutegirlmayra · 6 years

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Recalling when Sonic called off his race with Tails just to get eggs for Amy, I can't help but think that maybe their relationship developed into something of slowly going romantic where they'd act couple-y without even realizing such as when Sonic fetched eggs for Amy like the "good boyfriend" would or a hypothetical scenario: Sonic wants to taste something Amy is eating, so Amy hands it to him and Sonic just bites it down casually. How's that for a headcanon? Or is it too far-fetched? XD

Please remember that Prompts are on Shutdown! Do not send me any! Sorry! I still have a lot to do!

Prompt:

“W-woah!” Amy was attempting to shimmy across the thin, tree-plank that led to where her and her friends were adventuring to retrieve a valuable artifact disturbed by Knuckles’s antics. While trying to move across, she saw a bug and lost her usually perfect balance.

“Amy! Take my hand!” Sonic, just ahead of her, stopped and reached back. She immediately, while moving left and right on one leg, grabbed it and sighed, seeing him lift it up to the rope above their heads.

“Thanks, Sonic. B-but now-!” the rescue caused a shift in the rope as well, shaking as Amy placed both hands on the rope.

“Grrr…” Sonic judged the situation quickly, biting his teeth down as he looked around him. “Okay.” He nodded, then lowered Amy’s hand that he was holding so they were down in the middle of them. “Just use one hand to cross, I’ve got you.”

“Alright.” Amy nodded seriously, and the two continued to scoot across the branch.

Sticks narrowed her eyes behind her, “Hmmmrrmmm…” she seemed to be sizing up their activity…

-Later~-

Sonic was in the market place, looking over things before seeing something shiny and pink. “Hey! It’s a bracelet!” he looked it over before a goofy smile skimmed his cheeks. “I bet Amy would like this.” He placed it in his chart, and on the other side of the market place, Amy was eyeing a blue watch that made racing car noises. “Haha!” she giggled into her hand, “Oh, Sonic would love this!” she placed it in her basket and walked on.

Sticks, popping her head out of the ‘expired/no good’ waste bin dumpster growled once more, narrowing her eyes at the two…

-Another time~-

“Oh! These cookies just don’t look right.” Amy frowned, wearing the pink bracelet as Sonic was fiddling with the blue watch, making it create car engine noises.

“Hehehe…” he giddily fixated on it’s endless fun, but Amy’s sigh suddenly drew him away and he looked at her cookie tray she had placed out of the oven. “What’s wrong with it? It smells great!” Sonic sat more upright, lowering his knee that was up a moment ago and turning more directly to Amy.

His eyes stayed glued to hers as she spoke, “Oh, it’s just that… well, the picture made them look so good… I hope they’re okay… I was going to give them to those poor, sweater-less orphan penguins but…” she put her hands to her hips, “I can’t give them these!”

“What about these?” he picked one up, “Ow! Hot, hot, hot!” he shook his hand, burning his glove a little bit on some melted chocolate on the side of the cookie.

“Oh no! Here…” Amy reached over, about to bite on the gloved-finger to get the chocolate off.

“Hey! This chocolate’s mine!” Sonic immediately withdrew the hand and sucked on it himself. “I went through all the hard work of getting it!”

“Oh, but it would have burnt your finger!” Amy protested, but he just shook his other pointer finger at her, as though telling it ‘nuh-uh, this one’s all mine!’.

Then, his eyes widened. “Emmm~ These are good!” he went in for another, taking a bite. “Amy! You can’t give these to the children!”

“H-huh? Why not! I thought you said they were good!?” Amy quickly took the tray away, holding it back from him and examining them. She placed it by the window as he continued-

“Because they’ve got to be all mine!”

He laughed, thinking himself funny but Amy just rolled her eyes, “You really like them? I mean, I guess I could add some ‘flare’ to them, that way, their presentation is a little more decent…”

“I say let the kids have them the way they are!” he relaxed back, smiling brightly to her in comforting optimism. He placed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, “They’ll be shoving them in their mouths before ever having the time to look at them!”

His cheeriness brightened up her insecurity, “Ohhh… You!” she jumped over the table to hug him, disorientating him a moment as his arms flailed out from her sudden affection.

“H-hey! I was only stating my opinion here! Ames!”

“Hehehe~ And I encourage you to state it as much as you want!”

“Well, that’s a first.”

Amy laughed. The two were distracted so much, they didn’t see Sticks’s camouflage into a plant’s top-level foliage as she growled and reached in, grabbing a cookie and ducking back down into position.

-Tails’s place, again, at a later date-

“I don’t get it, Tails. It’s like a conspiracy… but it isn’t.” Sticks gripped the table, looking angry for some reason.

“Is this about aliens and the government again?” Tails didn’t even bother looking up from his inventions, but Sticks just snarled on the side of her mouth.

“Grraawwwhhhh… It’s not about the government, Tails!” she flung her arms up, “This is of a whole new caliber of lies and deceit. It’s been right under our noses… no… this has to do with a company… a friendly sort of company of friends… friends who can’t even noticing how deceptive they’re being towards each other and their other friends!” she gripped her head, showing her own confusion as Tails’s ears finally perked up.

“Sounds like corruption in the market, if you ask me.” He thought she meant a literal company…

“Ugh.” She shook her head, seeing he wasn’t getting it. “Whatever, I’ll keep eyeing the two before I make any further assumptions. But I’m tellin’ ya!” she rose a finger up. “Something fishy is going on with Sonic and Amy! They’re all giggly lately, talking about each other from across the way, trying out cookies recipes and the like!” She threw out some words that made Tails finally lean up, away from his gear.

“Wait… you mean… they’re not fighting or anything, right?” Tails seemed concerned on her second comment.

“What? No! I said giggly! Weren’t you listening to me!?”

“D-don’t get offended! You said they were talking about each other behind their backs… I got worried.” He put his hands up, covered in black gear-gunk to try and calm her down.

“Oh. I said across the way! Not behind their backs!” she defended, “Just come see for yourself.” She started to waddle to the door, looking more ticked off than ever before…

Tails finally followed her, giving her to her ‘spying’ ways and saw the two walking down the street.

“They just look like they’re talking.” Tails seemed a bit skeptical, hiding with Sticks in a bush. “Doesn’t this invade their private friend-life?”

“Ohhhh, it’s far from being started yet, Tails.” She passed him the binoculars. “Destruction of trust between friends in 5….4….3…2….” she pointed as suddenly a puddle came out in Amy’s way.

“Oh no!” she flinched her foot up, but Sonic bowed graciously and suddenly dived backwards, turning at the last moment with Amy’s gasp to push himself up and create a bridge over the puddle.

It was so extra, it made Amy giggle girlishly, covering her face a bit from her blush and walk over him.

It was a terrible idea though because even though Sonic was showing off his strength and chivalry, it also caused discomfort walking over his quills that poked or scratched up against Amy’s ankles.

“Ow, oh, ee!” she passed and then smiled down to him as he got up and looked over at being separated from her by the other side of the puddle.

He could have easily spin-dashed over it, but to be dramatic, he pretended to reach for her, throw more rocks in the water to create a bridge, and then hopelessly despair as Amy continued to laugh at his jokes.

Tails’s mouth hung down as Sticks’s anger peaked, tapping her finger on her folded arms. “They’re so adorable… it’s like they lied to our faces and then each others!” she was about to jump out of the bush. “YOU TWO ARE LIARS-!” she was thrown back into it by Tails.

“No, Sticks!” He held her down as she tried to struggle back up from his grasp.

“Let me at those lying, good for nothing-!”

“Calm down, Sticks! They probably don’t even know what they look like!”

“How can they not know how it looks like!? If they’re together, they should at least have the decency to tell their most trusted friend ever—that is to say me. But instead, they lie to our faces and continued to call each other ‘a good friend’. If THAT’S a good friend, I want to know what they think a dating dance looks like!” Sticks gestured furiously over to them, showing she didn’t buy that crap for jack!

Tails sighed, shrugging with his shoulders slightly. “Honestly… I’m glad they’re getting along so well. It wasn’t always like this… They probably just don’t want to ‘rock the boat’, so to speak.” He nervously twiddled his fingers a moment, blushing. “I-I kinda get that, you know? When the friendship’s going so well… you don’t really want to disrupt it by asking something kinda embarrassing like that.” He smiled over to Zooey, working daintily at her stall.

“I-I-It might ruin the great, wonderful… charming interactions you already have with each other…” he melted as the red on his face grew brighter. “Y-you know what I mean?” he looked around, seeing Sticks had disappeared suddenly. “S-Sticks?”

“Move, loser. I have some so-called ‘friends’ to bust.” She tried to move around a dude holding flowers out in front of her.

“B-b-but-!” the poor boy was ignored completely as she side-swiped around him and dashed to Sonic and Amy, his arm held out to her as she took it and they walked towards a movie theatre, just chatting excitedly to each other.

Sticks shook her fist, “GET BACK HERE-! YOU TWO ARE MESSIN’ WITH MY SANITY AND THIS MUST END!”

“No! Sticks!” Tails took off after her, “Oh, pardon me!” he maneuvered around the boy, before seeing how disappointed the stranger looked and realized…

Sonic and Amy weren’t the only ones who didn’t notice blossoming romances that were right in front of their noses…

The stranger nervously ran behind a wall, “Phew, that was close! If Sticks knew who I was then…” The boy took off his covering, revealing his intern-self. “Then I’d have to introduce her to my mother. And after all the times she’s come to Meh Burger and asked for extra fries… I don’t know, man. My mom might think it’s serious!” He clutched his head in fright.

Ever since that plane ride, her asking to ‘get closer’, he’s never looked at her the same way as all the other customers…

But that’s a misconstrued story for another day.

#sonamy #sonic boom #sonicxamy #sonic and amy #sonic boom prompt #sonamy boom #boom!sonamy #dave the intern #tailsxzooey #sticks the badger

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rogers-meadow · 5 years

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Cool Cat

Part: 3/?

Place: Los Angeles, CA

Year: 1974

Name of the chapter: Seaside Rendezvous

While we were on the plane (first class plane, not the first time I was travelling with one, though. Totally not bragging), me and Roger were interpreting “Seaside Rendezvous” , a song they would release the next year. Somehow he had a kazoo in his bag, which was a very important part in the song, as he said.

John and Brian were sleeping, Freddie was playing scrabble with Paul, while me and Roger were telling awful puns to each other, we were both very drunk.

“Ooh I have a good one.” I barely managed to say between giggles. “What did the egg do when it saw the frying pan? It scrambled.” We laughed for the rest of the ride, adding some more puns every now and then.

We finally arrived, me and Roger blacked out. We got up, walked out, surrounded by fans, reporters, cameramen. Freddie walked out first, greeting everybody with a smile. Then, John walked out, crumbles of toast on his face. Brian made his way out somehow, not managing to not trip over his own legs.Then Roger walked out, then Peter, me and the crew. All the fangirls (even some boys) started screaming when Roger walked down the stairs.

We arrived at our hotel, further away from the big city, so we wouldn’t have problems with loud noises. This time, we got a whole floor for ourselves: for the crew, the band and me and Peter, plus Freddie’s boyfriends and Mary. Me and Mary slept in the same room, in small one person beds. Next to our room was the band’s apartment.

I am awakened by loud noises from the apartment next door. Me and Mary walked out, looking around the hall. Freddie kicked out a tall boy, with brown hair and blue eyes, out of his room. Roger and John were talking and laughing. I could manage to hear the words ‘Freddie’ and ‘fight’ and I already knew what was happening: Freddie usually needed a kick of energy before a concert, usually verbal fights. So, this is how another one of Freddie’s lovers was out. I smirked and walked inside my room, looking at the clock: it was 6:30 in the morning, meaning we would have to leave in an hour to head to rehearsals. Well, the band had.

I changed in the small bathroom as fast as I could, as Mary was “almost peeing herself”. Or that’s what she said. I changed into a denim skirt to the knees, a purple sleeveless turtle neck and put on purple eyeshadow. I walked out, hearing Mary say “Thank Lord!” multiple times.

“Oh, Angel, darling! I forgot to tell you: we’re going back to London, at the end of November to perform “Killer Queen”!” he exclaimed. “For real?! That’s so cool! I always wanted to go to London! Oh, it’s going to be so exciting!” I squeaked, jumping around.

A loud knock on the door was heard a few minutes after that. Roger quickly came in. “Fred, c’mon, let’s go! We’re late.” he said, looking at me for not even a second. “Alright, I’ll see you guys later.” I smiled and waved. “Angel, love, could you please go around town with Peter and Mary to buy me a pair of shoes? The ones I had in the last concert, Peter doesn’t know the shop where you can buy them, but you do. Thank you, you’re an angel!” he winked.

“Alrigt, you know where the shop is, Angel.” Peter said, looking on a piece of paper with all the stuff we had to buy for the band. “We need to buy new robes, doesn’t matter the color.” “And some food, I’m starving.” I said as I opened the door to a small, yet very expensive, shoe shop. I hurriedly looked around the room filled with shoes, until I found the pair he wanted: black Adidas shoes, with white stripes. Luckily, the pair displayed in the shop was his size.

“Alright, nothing left...it’s 2 PM, we still have time to do something. Maybe get something for ourselves?” Peter asked. “Let’s go get food.” I said for the millionth time today, as I was almost literally starving. “Okay, let’s go...” Mary looked around the big plaza. “Over here!” she exclaimed, spotting a rather small diner, with blue and red neon lights.

“Yeah, hello! I’d like to order...” I greeted the waiter, quickly looking back at the menu. “A fried tofu sandwhich and a mango strawberry milkshake, please.” I was the last one to order, as my rather timid personality around strangers wouldn’t let me go first. “Okay, I’ll be back with your food.” we nodded and looked at each other.

“So, what do you think Freddie would like to wear at the Top of the Pops?” Mary asked, smiling. “Something like....a massive fur suit.” I joked. “I’m actually thinking he’d wear that.” Peter laughed. “Oh gosh, it’s going to be so exciting to go to London! I never went there, my parents just moved around America.” I said, thinking about our movements all around the continent. “But you live close to here, right?” “Um...It’s 48 miles away..” I sighed. I didn’t miss my family at all, my parents wanted me to either graduate law school or med school.

“Ah, yes! The food is here!” I cried, spotting the waiter with our meals. “Here you go.” He smiled and placed our plates. “Thank you!” I said, my mouth full of tofu sandwhich. “Woah, you really were hungry.” Peter giggled. “Oh yes, I didn’t eat breakfast, so...”

After we all finished our food, we paid at the cash register and left, joking about Freddie’s fur coat he would “be wearing at the Top of the Pops”. We walked slowly to the theatre where the band would have rehearsals, they would finish in about half an hour. Then, we would be going around the huge city looking for bars we would go at after the concert.

“Oh, you’re here!” Freddie exclaimed as we entered the huge theatre. “Woah, big concert.” I murmured. “I know, I know..” John worriedly commented, walking next to Freddie. “Rog, here are your shoes.” I smiled, giving him the white bag with the shoe box inside. “Thank you, love!” he hugged me, his hand almost going to my bum bum (I had to sorry lol). I went back to the group, my cheeks getting redder every second.

“So, Fred, what are you going to wear at the Top of the Pops?” Mary asked, smiling, while me and Peter were waiting for an answer, giggling. “Oh, I wanted to talk to you guys about it! I want to wear a massive fur coat!” Freddie’s eyes sparkled. The three of us started laughing. “What? I mean, it’s not that hard to find one!” Freddie said, almost pissed.

*about three months and a half later*

“Alright, bye mom! Love you! Bye dad! Love you too!” I hung up the phone. I walked out and ran to the tour bus, where the group would be in.

We just left the beach, as we were basically surrounded by paparazzi. Me and Roger and Brian went swimming for almost all of the trip to the beach, while John was reading and slurping occasionally out of a piña colada.

Freddie was making stuff out of sand, and ended up forcing Roger to come be a sand mermaid. Luckily, I had my polaroid and took a couple of pictures, though they were shaky, as I couldn’t stop laughing: Rog was freshly shaved, making him look even more like a girl.

I was in the bus, smiling at the pictures we had taken in L.A .

The bus stopped, we finally arrived at the airport. We were all so excited, as the band and Mary and the crew and Peter were going back home, and I was visiting the city I dreamed of visiting since I was a little kid.

The airport was huge, as every other airport. But this one, fortunately, had way more shops, as Freddie would have a way to spend his time.

“Oh! Look at that lovely skirt!” I pointed to a floral maxi skirt, hippieish style. Roger examined it, frowning.

We turned in our bags, we basically just went through the boring stuff.

We finally arrived at the fun part, which was the huge waiting room, sort of, but not the one where you just had to wait.

After a while, Roger disappeared while me and Mary were getting snacks for the long ride. He finally came back after ten minutes, holding a big bag.

“What’s inside?” I asked. “Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some boring books for my mum.” he looked the other way. “Mhmm...” I murmured. The bag looked too light to have multiple books, but I decided not to go any further with this.

*+*

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. Though the time zone was fucking me up, it didn’t make me stop jumping around as soon as we walked out of the airport. I was squeaking, exclaiming something between the lines: “Oh, this looks so cool!” at everything I saw.

“So, where should Angel stay?” Peter asked. I realised they weren’t tourists as me, they all had their homes here. “Ah, I can get a hotel room.” I smiled nonchalantly. “Oh, that’s worthless! We all have big homes, you can stay at one of us.” Freddie exclaimed.

“Well, you can stay at my place.” Roger offered. “I don’t want to bother you, Rog.” I frowned. “You wouldn’t bother me in any way! I have two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen- which, by the way, I haven’t used in years, so...” he chuckled. “And, it would also be my pleasure to help you.” he said, on a lower tone. “Well, I guess I could crash at your place, and I promise, I won’t bother you!” I cried. “Oh please! How could you bother me?” he laughed. “You have a good point there!” Brian shouted from across the bus.

“Alright, so, this is my apartment.” He opened the door, revealing a huge apartment, which was very messy, though it didn’t look that bad. There were no speedos on the floor, thank lord.

I walked inside, standing in a long hall, on my left was a rack and on my right was a large mirror. As I walked further down the hall, I ended up in a big livingroom, which was at the end of the hall. It was a very big livingroom: a yellow couch was placed on the right wall as you enter the room, the TV standing in front of it, between those two was a big, dark, wooden coffee table. On the couch was a black bra, spreaded across one of the massive yellow pillows. I giggled at the sight, making Roger blush lightly. Next to the couch, on the right, was a tall black lamp, still turned on. Next to a huge window and a door, which most probably left to a balcony, were some book shelves, filled with everything you could ever imagine but books. On the floor, all sorts of tapes were spreaded, all next to a vinyl.

“Here is your room, love.” I heard Roger’s muffed voice say from another room. I followed where the sound came from and ended up in a big room, yellow themed as well. It was filled with abstract paintings. In the middle of the room was placed a king-sized bed. The white sheets were placed nicely, somehow. On the left and on the right were two nightstands and two drawers, from dark wood. “This is lovely, Roger! Thank you so much!” I hugged him. “Anytime.” he smiled.

“I want to see the kitchen!” I said, all of a sudden. “What? Oh, alright. Though, don’t expect it to be a very complex one.” he warned me. “Okay, alright.” I giggled.

We walked down the hall until the blonde boy stopped, walking into a room on the right. It led to a medium sized room, with wooden and marble counters, a microwave, a fridge, an oven, cupboards and all that. “It’s a pretty nice kitchen, noting that a guy in his 20s, who has never even cooked, I’m pretty sure.” I laughed.

“But, I want to see what you have inside the fridge.” I smirked as I opened the fridge: it contained a milk bottle, some old looking meatballs, a cup filled with orange juice, some bread, ice cream and beers. “We need to go grocery shopping.” I sighed. “But first I need to call my parents.”

“Hi mom!” I greeted my mom after she picked up. “Honey, why are you calling me so early?” she asked with a sleepy voice. “Well, I’m in London!” I squeaked. “You’re finally in London? Which means you won’t have to ask every week if we can go there?” she asked, almost hearing her smile. “Yeah, I guess. Oh gosh, it’s such a beautiful city!” “How’s the hotel room?” she asked. “I don’t stay at a hotel room, mom. I am going to stay at a..friend’s place.” “And who is that friend? Is it a boy or a girl?” “A boy, mom.” “How old is he? Could he possibly kidnap you? Is he one of the band members you met in Japan?” “Yeah, he is one of the band members.”

“Did somebody say ‘band member from Japan’?” I heard one of my best friends, Liz, say on the other end. “Oh hi! Yeah, I’m actually going on tour with the band you really like, Queen!” I said nonchalantly. “Ohh my God! I’m so jealous! So I heard that you’ll be crashing at one of the band’s places?” she squeaked. “Which one of them is it?” Liz asked. “Roger’s” I said, smiling, knowing her reaction. “OH-OH MY GOD! THE BLOND HOTTIE! OH GOSH! I WENT TO ONE OF THEIR CONCERTS AND HE WINKED AT ME AND I NEARLY FAINTED!” she screamed on the other end. ‘What a Roer move, winking at girls like Liz.’ I smirked. “How is he like? I mean, as a person? Because it’s been a while since you left Japan.” “He is such a fun person! He is so smart, also. You can talk to him about everything, he knows about it and most likely has an opinion on it. Oh, and when he’s drunk, he’s so fucking funny!” I smiled at all the memories we had together. “Oh, he seems like such a lovely person! And...has...anything happened?” I could almost hear her smirk. “Nope, nothing happened, nothing happens, nothing will happen.” I sighed. “Don’t be so sure about that...But anyways, we have to go, me and your mom have to get some groceries. Byee!” “But why are you wi-“ She hung up. I walked out of the small cabin, getting greeted by Roger.

“So I overheard you were talking about me. So, nothing will happen?” he looked at me sadly. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean, first off, I just wanted her to shut up about all that and second off..” I looked at the cloudy sky. “Well, wouldn’t it be weird? I mean, you didn’t seem that interested and so-“ “I just...I just didn’t want to make things weird if you reject me.” He looked at me. “Maybe we should just..give it a try? One chance?” I looked at those beautiful blue eyes. They were looking at my eyes, the tension built up as he was waiting for an answer. I sighed. “Alright, I guess we could sort of try to go on a romantic part in our relationship.” He smiled at me.

“Oh, good Lord, Angel! Why do you need so mcj stuff for only a two person lunch?” Roger looked around for canned beans. “Oh, are you that dumb?” I looked at him skeptically. “These stuff are for the next week, when we would stay in London.” “Ohhhh” he sheepishly smiled. My heart slowly melted. “Ohhhh” I mocked him. He scoffed and placed the canned beans in the plastic trolley.

“So, we need tomato sauce, sugar, salt, chocolate chips, potatoes and...some lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and that’s it.” I worriedly looked at all the stuff. “It’s going to cost a lot...thank God I got three quarters of my trust fund.” “Bloody hell! You have a trust fund?” he laughed. My cheeks flushed. “Yup, I do. Didn’t I tell you? Both of my parents are doctors, my grandpa was a doctor, my grandma was a dentist, my sister is a lawyer and I’m going to be...a psychologist.” “So you’re basically loaded.” “You could say so.” I looked at him for a moment, smiling, then proceeding to go pay for all the groceries.

*+*

“So, what are you going to do for lunch?” Roger asked, looking at all the plastic bags as I put everything where it needed to be. “I’m thinking about doing a Caesar Salad.” “A salad? Ew!” the blonde man pouted like a child. “It’s actually good, with some good dressing.” “But weren’t you vegetarian or something?” “I am. I’m going to fry the chicken for you.” “Awh, that’s so nice of you! But like..Don’t you get grossed out by these stuff?” “I do a bit, but it doesn’t bother me that much.

“So, I thought about the date. “ Roger smiled as we sat down, ready to eat. “Oh, you did?” I smiled back, a bit unintentionally jokingly. “Oh yes, I did. I won’t tell you any details, but you can dress however you want, but it would be amazing if you would dress a bit classier.” Oh, dear lord, is he going to take me at a restaurant?

“When would the date be?” I asked, almost finishing my first portion. “After the Top of The Pops, so I am not so stressed. I mean, we’re going to stay here for a while.” he said. “OH GOSH!” I exclaimed, getting up. “Me and Peter and Mary have to go shopping for clothes for the Top of The Pops!” I walked to the hall, picking up my coat. As I made my way out, a loud thud on the door scared the hell out of me, as I was about to open the door. In front of the door were Peter and Mary. “Oh, where have you been?” Mary asked me, quite annoyed. “I was eating, Mary. “Let’s just...go” Peter said, after staying silent for the whole time.

I hopped in the back of Peter’s car, as we made our way to the shopping centre. “I was walking down the street when I saw a faux fur coat, just as Freddie wanted.” “Alright then, let’s go.” I simply said, too busy to look at the view: I could see the Big Ben, next to a Big Wheel (or whatever it’s called idk).

*+*

“Alright, that’s 80 pounds, please.” the cashier politely smiled at us. I frowned, not used to pounds and all that.

“Well, that was a bit expensive, don’t you think?” Mary looked at Peter. “Eh, does it really matter?” Peter shrugged.

“We’re back!” I exclaimed as we made our way into the big studio. “Where’s my coat?” Freddie looked at us. “Where’s my white suit?” Brian’s head popped out of the newspaper. They both looked like spoiled kids, but am I the right person talking about this? Nope, I’m not.

“Here you go, Fred.” Mary landed Freddie the big plastic bag. “Oh, it’s lovely, dear! Where did you find it? It looks exactly as I wanted.” his eyes sparkled. “That’s a secret.” Peter smirked. “Go on, try it on.” He continued.

*+*

“Come on, Rog. Everything’s going to be amazing. You’ll be great.” I smiled as I made sure his button-up denim shirt was looking alright. “You could give me a good luck kiss.” He leaned in closer, placing a hand on the wall behind me. I smiled and I quickly kissed him on the lips before making my way out. “Looking good, Fred.” I smirked and winked. “Are your nails painted correctly?” I took his hands. “They’re alright, darling. You’re so good at painting nails. I mean, no overpainting from the first try?! That’s a talent, dear.” I chuckled. “You’re going to nail it. You and the band.”

“This is the BBCs, this is how we do it here.” I heard Brian mock the staff who just told them they’ll have to lip sync.

“Alright guys, you start in 3...2...1...” The cameraman said.

The music started playing. Freddie was holding his mic upside down, as if it was sticked to the roof, 50s style.

She keeps her Möet et Chandon..

They’re doing great

Let them eat cake, she says

“Smile at the camera, Angel!”

A built in remedy for Kruschev and Kenedy

At anytime, an invitation you can’t decline

“Do you want a cig?”

“Yes, thank you.” I said.

She’s a killer queen

gunpowder, gelatine

dynamite with a laserbeam

guaranteed to blow your mind

ooh reccomended at the price

insatiable appetite

to avoid complications

she never kept the same address

in conversation,

she spoke just like a baroness

met a man from China

went down to Geisha Minah...

*+*

“What’d you think about the performance, love?” Roger smiled, sitting down next to me at the table at a bar we went to after the interpretation. “You absolutely fucking nailed it!” I said quite loudly, already on my 5th shot. “Shouldn’t you just...slow down on the drinks?” he asked, with a worried expression. “C’mon, let’s have fun!”

*+*

I woke up the next morning with a major hangover. I didn’t recognize the bedroom I was in as the one in Roger’s apartment, nor his bedroom. I got up and realised I was naked and next to a fucking stranger. I started panicking. I felt like the floor I was standing on suddenly disappeared, I was in a never ending black hole. There was no air. I felt like this because of the way the press would talk about me. I mean, I wasn’t popular whatsoever, but I was travelling with the band Queen, would have been possibly in a relationship with Roger fucking Taylor if I wouldn’t have fucked up.

I changed as quick as I could. I was in a foreign city, not knowing how far from...home...I was. I fortunately remembered Mary’s phone number, thank God.

“Hello, Mary?” I said between sobs. “Oh, Angel! Where are you?! We’re all worried sick!” I heard Mary on the other end. “I...don’t know where I am. Wait, is that a road name? Oh yes! Thank Lord!”

“What happened, darling?” Mary asked me as we walked to her place. “I apparently hooked up with someone. I- how’s Roger?” “In the same situation as you are. Hooked up with someone, Freddie had to pick him up, he was only talking about how he disappointed you, how he managed to fuck things up before you could even be in a relationship.” I sighed in relief.

“Hi, everybody.” I said as I walked in Mary’s apartment, the whole band being there, plus Peter. “Oh gosh, where have you been?!” John asked me, frowning. “I...fucked things up.” I sat down, my knees getting weaker every second. Tears started rolling down my eyes, I tried stopping them by biting my lower lip.

Brian sat down next to me. “Tell us what happened, Angel.” He said, handing me a cup of warm tea. “I.. was very drunk last night. I woke up in the.. south part of London, apparently.” I tried to look at anybody else but Roger. I decided to close my eyes, to stop the temptation of looking at him.

“Roger, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you any way, you’re one of the most amazing persons I’ve ever met and I fucked up the chance of being with you and-“ “Oh, just stop talking. I fucked up too. I was worried you’d be mad at me, but...it looks like we’re in the same situation. Let’s just..start all over again. Or should I jus say ‘forget the whole situation’? I mean- what would we start all over again?” I giggled at his rambling. I hugged him tight, feeling his heartbeat. He looked at me, getting closer and closer. Our lips touched and sparks flew. It was an electric feeling, making my whole body tremble.

Ah, crap. I own Liz twenty bucks.

a/n: alright this is long as fuck (that’s what she said shahahhahah) but I hope you enjoyed. i’m not going to write in the next two weeks. because i have exams and tests and finals almost every day of the week, starting this monday. buh byee

tags:

#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #queen band #killer queen #cool cat #brian may #john deacon #deaky #disco deaky #red special #freddie mercury #farrokh bulsara #bohemian rhapsody

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imightbeapotatobutihavestandards · 6 years

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He’s Hurting Me

So this was an idea for a fic that I’ve had for a while, I wanted to post it once I’d written everything... but since Article 13/11 are going to be passed soon and will try to ban me from being creative and posting any fanfiction or fanart, I wanted to post what I’d done... and hopefully finish it.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Summary: Patton, Roman, Logan and Virgil have been all been friends since high school, and though an unlikely group they’ve been with each other through everything. Now, they’re all adults, with jobs and responsibilities, but they’re still close. Though recently Patton’s been becoming more distant... While Patton faces struggles of his own in the present, every other chapter jumps back to the past and explains what the group has overcome, together.

Based very very loosely on the song He’s Hurting Me by Maria Mena

Pairings: Prinxiety, lil’ bit of logicality... the ships are more in the background

Warnings: None in this chapter, just a quick movie night with the bois

Part 1

Patton sat with his back leaning against the couch, one leg crossing over the other at the knee. He sighed deeply. He was so tired. He lightly pushed himself up, curling his legs up so he was sat cross-legged, and moved his glasses so he could rub his eyes with the heels of his hands. He pushed his hands to his head, running his fingers through his hair and glancing back up at the TV. It had been his turn to choose the movie this time, and he’d decided that after a long day at work, he wanted something light-hearted, so he’d chosen Tangled. Roman had been more than happy with his choice, immediately dashing over to his overwhelming collection of Disney films and finding it with ease.

Patton glanced behind him, looking onto the couch; Logan was to his left, sitting like a normal person, legs hanging over the edge of the couch, arm on the arm rest, even his posture remained impressive. Roman and Virgil… not so much. They were a mess of limbs, it was difficult to tell who was what, especially in the darkness of the room, but Patton was fairly sure Virgil was curled into Roman’s lap, the younger man’s legs pressing against Roman’s stomach. One of Roman’s arms was hooked around his boyfriend’s waist, the other was resting on his legs, occasionally moving in slow circles over Virgil’s knee. Patton noticed, as well, one of Virgil’s arms was draped across Roman’s shoulders, his hand resting in the other’s hair, ruffling it lightly. Both of them were intently focused on the movie, and Patton couldn’t help but smile gently. He was so proud, and happy for them, that they’d stayed together as long as they had, and that they still seemed as happy as they were at the start. Sure they fought, a lot, but it wasn’t normal people fighting, in fact, it wasn’t even fighting.

They were both polar opposites, Roman’s loud outgoing personality completely juxtaposing Virgil’s timid, introverted nature, they were destined to argue. And they did. Frequently. But it always felt like more of joke, they never seemed to be serious.

Patton was sure they must have had disputes, real disputes, where they questioned whether it was worth continuing, but they never let that side of them show. The worst argument he’d seen them have was over pineapple on pizza (“It doesn’t belong there Roman!”/”WHERE IS YOUR SENSE OF ADVENTURE VIGRIL?!”) But all couples fought, it was normal. It was always scary. It always left you feeling like a hurricane inside. But you always realise how much they mean to you in the end. Patton was sure that happened to them too. And they always seemed so loving, and caring, and...right together. It gave him, well, hope. In a sense. The amount of care, trust, and love in their relationship, was something he aspired to. His relationship wasn’t quite at that level yet, but it hadn’t been going on for nearly as long, so he couldn’t expect that.

Patton got lost in thought again, he thought about all the things Virgil and Roman had gone through, how much they had changed, and how much they hadn’t. It was the same for all four of them. They had grown so much, changed so much, adapted, in a way, but they were still here, together, in complete happiness, watching Disney films together. Even this, their movie night tradition hadn’t changed, even if they usually had to ditch the onesies. Patton was slightly downcast at that, but he understood; every Friday, everyone would come straight from work, round Roman’s (and Virgil’s) and they’d chat, mess around, and watch a film. It became difficult to always bring onesies, not to mention driving home in one was unacceptable for Logan, so he’d only bring his if he planned on sleeping round. It was funny, thinking of them being kids again, relaxing after school, dreaming of the future, wearing an assortment of onesies. Now that had been replaced with work clothes, it had been replaced with the future they were dreaming of. For Logan, that was a black shirt and a tie, as a teacher he had to look presentable. He’d always been inquisitive and had a longing for knowledge, it only seemed reasonable to pass this knowledge on. Roman wore a white shirt, his favourite jacket thrown over the top, and black jeans; despite working at the same school as Logan, Roman had assured him several times; “Drama teachers don’t need to look smart, our job is fantasy, what good is a tie there?” Roman had always been into theatre and actually gotten pretty far, being in several shows, but now his main priority was teaching. He really loved working with younger, enthusiastic kids and giving them a place to truly express themselves. Virgil wore pretty much his normal outfit, black shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and had obviously put on his favourite hoody as soon as possible. Virgil worked at a small antique store, it was quiet and the atmosphere was calm. The owner had taken a liking to him and made working there even better, it was funny but Virgil really did love his job. He didn’t want the pressure of teaching, or running his own company, and sure as hell didn’t believe in himself to put his work out there, but running a quaint old shop with sweetest elderly woman he’d ever met was incredibly appealing to him.

Patton looked down at himself; pale blue polo with a cardigan wrapped round his shoulders… he didn’t exactly have a dress code. He owned a coffee shop, and ran it with his brother, Thomas. It was doing strangely well, Patton had thought, and he really loved it. He and his brother had designed everything, it was something they could call theirs, and it was perfect. They’d filled it with plants, fairy lights, board games and rainbow pillows and blankets. The walls were covered in short motivational quotes, such as “Stay strong,” and “Keep going,” in beautiful cursive font and a faded watercolour background (courtesy of Roman.) It was small, friendly, if a bit cheesy, but people seemed to love it. Though no one more than Patton.

Patton sighed to himself again, feeling sentimental. His life was good now, it was better than good, great even. He ran a pretty successful business with someone he knew he could trust entirely, he had amazing friends who he’d been through so much with, he had a lovely house, and he had his loving boyfriend. Yet he felt in himself a longing deep in his heart, pulling him back to his high school years, forcing him to remember how all of this started. High school wasn’t the easiest time, yet for some reason remembering it felt so easy, it was comfortable thinking back on the nights they’d spent on group projects, times they’d gone to support Roman on his numerous shows, times he’d just sat and talked to Virgil for hours, times he and Logan would go for walks in complete ease. That felt so far away now, so far gone, he hadn’t been able to hang out with any of them individually for so long, he’d always have to cancel last minute if they offered. It was sad, Patton was sure their friendship would always be such a massive part in his life, but recently it felt like he was slipping away, fading out like a half forgotten memory or an old photograph. Even movie nights he usually had to leave early. He had to leave early.

Panic began surging through his chest, eyes going wide. What was the time?

He jumped out of skin when he heard his phone buzz, he immediately slammed his hand on it, frantically grasping at the sides and bringing it up to his face. A message brightly illuminated his screen, he should have been home ten minutes ago, his boyfriend’s name was displayed above his message:

Mike:

You’re late.

Patton’s heart seemed to stop, how could he have been so stupid? He knew Miked hate it when he was late, still he did this. He’s probably so hurt, and worried, and upset. Patton felt the guilt and panic rot his insides, and a sickening feeling crawled up his throat. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Guilt. That’s what this feeling is. Guilt.

Patton shot up, startling the others, pausing only a second to type out a reply, then immediately began frantically dashing about the room, grabbing his stuff and uttering apologies as he went.

“Guys I am so so sorry, but I’m late and- Oh God, I have to get going, I’m sorry again g-“

“Woah, woah, hold up.” Virgil stated, confusion eating his words. “It’s only,” He paused to quickly check his phone. “Patton it’s 7:40, you have to be back at 8, chill.”

“No, no no no no, Mi-We decided to change it, I’m meant to be home by 7:30, and you know how he gets about time.” The eldest rushed out.

“What? 7:30?! That’s barely anytime at all! We haven’t even had our deep chats yet! The film isn’t even finished yet!” Roman gestured dramatically towards the TV.

“Indeed. Patton, I understand you want to get home, but surely you can explain to Mike you want to finish the movie. That is what movie night is for. You aren’t a child anymore.” Logan interjected, but Patton was already shaking his head.

“I’m sorry guys, I really am, I’ll try and stay longer next week. Promise.” Patton called, already heading out the door.

“Patton! Wait!” Logan called, standing and following him to the door.

“I’ll see you Lo! See you guys!” The door shut, the cheery tone carrying the words felt somewhat hollow. Logan sighed heavily, letting his shoulders slump forward as he walked back.

Virgil was standing by now, and Roman sat bolt upright, almost lifting out of his seat. The tallest shook his head as he re-entered, running a hand through his hair, then straightening his tie.

“I’m really… worried about him. He’s spending less time with us, barely answers his phone, seems constantly on edge. He’s isolating himself, removing himself from his own life.” Logan sighed, falling back onto the couch.

“It’s not him though, is it?” Virgil growled, Roman saw the anger building up in his boyfriend, it was flashing in his hazel eyes. Roman gently wrapped an arm around Virgil’s waist, pulling him back into his lap, lightly rubbing circles on his arm to calm him.

“That is, a fair assumption.” Logan continued. “But he doesn’t see what’s happening, he doesn’t understand the level of control that parasite has on him.” His voice was almost a whisper, but it cut sharp, causing Roman to lift his eyebrows.

“How… What can we do?” Roman questioned. “He won’t listen to us, even if we tell him the truth. You know he won’t. He’s always been a romantic, any issue, he’s convinced he can conquer it. He’s convinced love will conquer it.”

There was silence as the three of them thought. Patton had pulled them all together. Created an environment they were all comfortable. Given them all a family of sorts. He’s practically rescued them; he’d cared for them when no one else had. He’d always been there for him...and now they can’t be there for him.

I really hope you like this! Any questions feel free to ask me, part 2 will be out very very soon.

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RIVALRY. Pt. 2

PART 1 | PART 2 |

Genre: Angst. Gang!AU

Warnings: Mentions of blood/violence.

Pairings: Mark x reader x Namjoon ft GOTBANG collaboration

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: You’re innocently caught in the crossfire of two of Korea’s deadliest gangs, after an argument with your gang leader boyfriend. Could you have been hurt by someone closer to home? Or has the rivalry between the two become personal? Remember not everything is as simple as black and white..

Your name: submit What is this?

Mark paced back and forth outside of the operating theatre, his eyes firmly glued on the clock that hung above the door. He could hear every single tick of the second hand, and his heart raced knowing that in just a few minutes, he may have to say goodbye to the only person he had ever loved. As he paced, silently praying and clutching his necklace that you had bought for him, he bumped into someone. Usually, he would have argued with whoever it was, telling them to watch where they were going, probably even dropping some less than holy words, but tonight he was in pain. He slowly raised his head, and sighed with relief as his eyes met one of the people he truly wanted to see in that moment..

“Jackson..” Mark whispered, looking at his friend.

Jackson scanned Mark over, seeing his dishevelled hair and clothes, covered in blood. His eyes were red and he seemed completely lost, yet relieved to see a familiar face. Not used to seeing Mark like this, Jackson felt a deep sadness wash over him, and so he pulled Mark into a hug, gently speaking, “Hey Tuan, I came as soon as I saw your text. She still in surgery?”. Mark nodded a weak yes, on Jackson’s shoulder, and sobbed quietly.

Suddenly, Mark’s ears pricked and his head shot up from Jackson. His gaze flew to the direction of the theatre, just as the doors opened and the surgeon walked out, removing his gloves. Mark stared at the man, his lips were mute, not wanting to hear the words that his girl was dead. Jackson sensed this, and he ushered Mark to the seat behind them, “It’s alright, don’t worry. I’ll talk”. Mark nodded in response, and watched on as Jackson conversed with the surgeon, trying to decipher body language to understand what was being said. He soon gave up however, because his thoughts took over his mind. They changed from thoughts of sadness, *What the fuck am I gonna do if she dies?.. I love her too much..*, to anger and revenge, *Which one am I going to torture first?.. I will kill them all*. Mark clenched his fists and jaw, his anger level reaching boiling point, red mist covering his eyes. “I swear y/n, I’m going to kill every single one of them”, he said through gritted teeth. Whilst in his thoughts, he felt someone touch his shoulder. His reflexes combined with the rage he was feeling in that moment, caused him to punch whatever was in that direction, resulting in his hand colliding with the wall.

“Woah, calm down Tuan! It’s only me!” Mark snapped out of his daydream, to see a startled Jackson sitting beside him, wide eyed, holding up his arms in surrender.

“You almost hit me man.” Jackson let out a breath, and wiped his brow.

“Jackson.. I’m sorry.. I was thinking about those bastards. I snapped. I-”, he shook his head, connecting with reality again.

“It’s fine brother, next time just try not to aim for the face. It’s more precious than diamonds”, Jackson replied chuckling. Mark gave him the are you kidding me look, and shoulder bumped his friend. “By the way..” Jackson continued. “Y/N is doing great, she lost a lot of blood but the surgery went well. One of the bullets grazed her heart, she got lucky.. You can go and see her if you want to”. Mark’s face beamed at the words, he kissed his necklace and ran to the room, Jackson following behind him.

Mark POV

I raced to the room, where you were, thinking I would bolt into there with desperation to see you, but a force stopped me at the door. I wasn’t sure what I would see and how I would cope, but I felt Jackson’s hand on my shoulder, reassuring me that you needed me, and I needed to go in. With his help, I stepped inside.

My heart broke.. No, it shattered seeing my girl lying helpless in a hospital bed surrounded by tubes and beeping machines. I sat beside you, trying to fight back the tears that were building up behind my eyes. I was so scared to even touch you, you seemed so fragile, but I found some courage, gripped your hand and kissed it. Looking at you, it would be impossible to tell that the deep red blood that stained my clothes, and skin was yours. You looked pristine, in a white polka dot hospital gown, your lower half covered by a blue blanket.

“Hey Y/N buddy, you scared us. You can’t do that again ok?” Jackson says, slipping into the chair at the other side of your bed. I don’t take my eyes off of you, but I can sense Jackson’s compassion, by the slight cracking in his voice. I sigh, and stroke your hand gently, silently plotting what my next move was going to be, against the assholes that put you in here.

I turn to Jackson, and grit my teeth, “I am going to kill, every. last. one Jacks. And I’m starting with Namjoon.”

Jackson tips an imaginary hat towards me, “I hear you brother. I’ve been meaning to shoot those bitches, since the day I met them. I know the rest of the guys feel the same. We’re just waiting for your signal”

I place a kiss on your forehead, and take off my necklace. Standing up from my chair, I put the jewellery in your hand, close it into a tight fist. “I love you Y/N”, I whisper in your ear.

“Bulletproof huh? Let’s test that”. Jackson smiles, in agreement with me, and we leave the hospital.

POV end

The next day, Mark calls a meeting with the other members of his clan at their headquarters. He stops by at the hospital to see you first, and loses track of time, which means he’s late. He jumps in the car, and drives away speeding to the office, when his phone rings. Looking at the caller ID, he rolls his eyes and answers.

“It’s been an hour, where are you man?!” A voice booms down the phone.

“I’m on my way Jaebum! Oh, and calm your ass down too, because I am not afraid to put a bullet in your brain”. Mark replies, with a serious tone whilst stifling a laugh.

Jaebum chuckles, “Bro, if you kill me, then who’s gonna be bad bad cop?” Mark chuckles at his friend, and says a final “Look, I’m coming.” before hanging up the phone.

Mark arrives at HQ, he places his head by the eye scanner and it beeps a few times. “Welcome Mark”, the electronic voice greets him, as the doors slide open. Bambam is so good with this tech shit, Mark thought. He steps inside to find 4 members, sitting around the large table in the middle of the first room. All apart from Jinyoung, who is leaning against the glass window folding the pocket square of his suit, and Yugyeom who is perched on the end of the table throwing scrunched up paper into the bin.

“Morning boys, sorry I’m late. I had shit to do.” Mark addresses his friends, and takes his place at the head of the table. Jinyoung and Yugyeom sit down also, and the meeting begins.

“How is Y/N by the way?” Youngjae nudges Mark, whispering with a concerned look on his face.

Mark shrugs, “I mean, she’s alive.. That’s something right?”, Youngjae nods solemnly in response.

“So Mark!-” Jinyoung cuts in, “How are we killing these guys? You know I have the armoury fully stocked, with whatever weapons we need, to carry out slow and painful deaths. Also, our brand new iron maiden arrived yesterday, and I am dying to christen it with Bangtan blood” he states, casually smoothing down his jacket and smiling.

“It’s not a case of how Jinyoung. It’s a case of when. We all know we’re killing them in the most painful ways possible, that’s a given and thanks to Yugyeom-” Mark gestures to his friend, and Yugyeom takes a bow of pride, “we have a plethera of torture methods we can use. but what we don’t have is the when”

“Well, you know me and my knives are always ready to slice and dice those fucks. That feeling has only amplified now they have hurt family” Jaebum says, using his pocketknife to pick his nails.

“I know Jaebum, and believe me you will get your chance don’t worry.” Mark replies, then speaks to Youngjae, “Little brother, what’s the lowdown on Bangtan as of now?”

Bambam pulls up the projector screen, with his laptop, showing maps and CCTV footage of their rivals. Youngjae stands up from the table and proceeds to inform the group. “As of now, Bangtan are currently out of Seoul. They were seen at the Chulo Club last night after the shooting, corresponding with this man-” He points to a zoomed in CCTV picture of the man sitting with the Bangtan boys,”-a Mr Choi Seunghyun, where they exchanged money, it looks like some kind of deal. Shortly after they left the club, as you can see on the footage, I tracked them to Seoul airport where Namjoon along with Jungkook and Taehyung were seen boarding a private plane to Mexico. The rest of them followed early this morning, carrying large suitcases, I believe they are full to the brim of money from whatever deal they struck the night before”. He sits down again, and smooths his hair.

“Good work, as usual Youngjae. See if you can get any more info on this Seunghyun guy” Mark says. “I’m already on it”. Youngjae replies, and Mark continues, “So, my girlfriend gets shot, and suddenly Bangtan are are meeting with people, exchanging money, and fleeing the country..They ordered a hit on her!.” He furrows his brow, and slams his fist on the table in frustration.

“Yeah, and they won’t get away with it”. Jackson cocks his gun, and points it directly in front of him into the air, to emphasise his statement.

“Damn right. And as much as I want to attack them now, e can’t do shit, until they return to Seoul, so let’s plan our-” Mark continues the meeting, but is interrupted by his phone ringing. He sighs, and pulls it out of his pocket. Looking at the screen, he doesn’t recognise the number but answers anyway.

“Who is this?” Mark breathes out, his voice oozing annoyance. A voice speaks at the other end, and straight away his demeanor immediately changes, from being annoyed to angry. His jaw is clenched, and he grips the phone until his knuckles become red. Finally he speaks.

“Calling me when you’re halfway across the world. Bitch move Sasin”

The boys watch their leader, confused. However, once the Bangtan leader’s name is mentioned, they all shoot up from their seats, intrigued. Signalling Mark to turn on speaker phone, he obliges, and places the phone on the table. The boys huddle around it.

“Oh Siwang, keeping tabs on me are we? You would think you were my girlfriend or something” Namjoon chuckles darkly, “Speaking of girlfriend, I heard of the tragedy that happened with Y/N. So sad. I hope she’s ok.. If there’s anything I can do please let me know”.

Jaebum leans over the phone, and speaks surprisingly calm, “Yeah there’s something you can do. You can get your ass back to Seoul, so we can fill you and your little puppets with bullets”

“Jaebum, temper, temper.. I’m hurt you think we had something to do with it”.

Jaebum rolls his eyes, and Mark grows angrier. Through gritted teeth, he speaks, “Yes, I know you had something to do with it, because whilst I was holding my dying girlfriend in my arms, I saw a rose conveniently placed right beside her. Which happens to be the Bangtan signature”

“That is our signature, you’re right.. But when your girlfriend was being shot, I was busy carving my name into the back of some guy’s head. And the rest of my guys were, um let’s say assisting”

There are chuckles heard in the background, through the phone from the other boys.

“No. No way. Don’t fucking lie right now. You did this”. Jackson spoke, shook his head, and walked away from the table.

Namjoon sighs, his voice is slightly muffled now as if his hand is on his jaw, “Look I know we have had our differences for years, but Y/N is the only one I actually like out of you guys. We have history. Plus if I was going to kill her, I’d do it myself, and she wouldn’t be alive right now, because I shoot to kill. Looks like someone is playing us both”

Jinyoung pulls Mark away, and whispers to him, “I hate these guys guts, and I would love nothing more, than to rip each one of their stupid teeth out of their head for hurting Y/N.. But he’s right, they have history. And I am going to need cleansing after saying this, but I think he’s telling the truth”.

Mark releases a deep breath, and something in him reluctantly agrees with his member. Mark walks back to the phone, placing his hand either side of it on the table.

“When are you back in Korea?” He says plainly.

“2 days time. Why? Planning to ambush us on our return? Who’s doing bitch moves now?”

Mark scoffs, “It would be easy to laced your planes with explosives if I really wanted to, believe me. But no. We’re meeting. I’ll text you the time and place. Bring your lapdogs too”. He goes to hang up the phone, but continues to speak, “I swear to God, if I find out you’re lying to me, you will regret it”. He hangs up the phone straight after speaking, cutting off Namjoon’s reply.

“Mark, we’re meeting them?! You’re gonna have to take my guns, because you know Jungkook fucked me over the last time we saw each other. The minute I see him, he’s dead”. Bambam says, seething with anger.

“B, we have to speak first ok? I have to get to the bottom of this shit. Then after our conversation, Jungkook is yours to flay. Deal?”

Bambam shakes his leader’s hand, “Fine. Deal”

Mark gathers the guys back around the table, and takes his stance once again at the head, “Alright boys, let’s get to work. We have a reunion to prepare for”

- Admin Rosa

A/N:

Siwang = Death. Sasin = Reaper. Ps. i’m sorry it took so long, my life has been hectic.. which is also why this chapter isn’t as punchy, but i’m gonna try and do my best to write more frequently.

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Diamonds/Tommy Shelby - Part One

“I know it’s bad to open yourself up this much to girls from posh schools,” - ‘I Meant to Hurt You’, D.I.D.

hi so i thought of this idea as an imagine originally but?? it kinda spiralled and i think its going to be a part series (is that what they’re called?) so yeah! idk where its going or how many parts or what I’m even doing but i hope u like it :-)

WORDS: 2,273

WARNINGS: swearing? but other than that none!

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNER :-)

“So,” your friend, Alice, proposed, “where exactly are we?”

“Birmingham, Miss.” Your driver replied, trying his best to act professional. You and your friend were on your way to Coventry for the weekend, to visit your aunt and uncle to relax. You had been travelling from Henley, since your brothers had been participating in the Royal Regatta, and it had been tiring, therefore you wanted a couple of days to wind down by the lakes.

Apparently, your driver didn’t understand this, and also didn’t understand how a map worked.

“Did we ask to come to Birmingham?” Alice had an awful habit of being rather passive aggressive when she didn’t get what she wanted. This was one of the many reasons why she could never have kids, as well as being incredibly patronising.

“No, Miss,” your driver replied, “sorry, Miss.”

“So,” she continued, and you cringed a little inside. You did love Alice, of course you did, but she was a bit up her own arse at times. It didn’t help that her father was one of the most well respected men in country, as was yours, and she had never had to do a days work in her life, “would you care to drive us back around, and to Coventry?” She asked in her most well-educated voice possible.

You had known Alice your entire life, with her being two years older, and the two of you had been thick as thieves up until just recently. She had always embraced her upper classed heritage, whereas you often felt guilty and despised it. Especially during the war, when nobody in your family volunteered, and your father wouldn’t allow you to help in becoming a nurse.

“The car has run out of oil, I’m afraid.” He said, hating himself as he did it, “we’re stuck in Small Heath until we can get some.”

Alice went to say something, her eyes wild, but you interjected, “well. I don’t plan on spending the night in the car, so do you mind if we look around for a bit?” You spoke, surprising Oliver, your driver.

He nodded, and opened your door where you proceeded to get out, followed by Alice who was sighing and crumpling her eyebrows in a huff. The two of you walked around the greying area, noticing the lights turning on and the sky getting darker.

“Couldn’t he have gotten lost in Chelsea, or somewhere more civilised?” Alice huffed, smoothing down her skirt, “this place is a dump, (Y/N).”

You shook your head, embarrassed by your friend’s narrow mindedness, and blatant disregard for anything other than herself. You shooed her off and continued to walk around, noticing a sign for the Penny Crush Cinema, “look, Alice, I wonder what’s on at the pictures!” You giggled, pulling her towards the building. She huffed, but you chose to ignore it.

You both wandered into the cinema side-by-side, and read the showings list, “look!” You grinned, pointing, “they’re showing ‘The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse’.”

Alice looked at you with an eyebrow raised and shook her head.

“It’s got Rudolph Valentino in it,” you pestered, eager to see the film that your brother had been going on and on about for a week, “please, Alice. We may as well, now that we’re here. It’s not like we’ve got much else to do-”

“You should listen to her, Alice love,” a voice behind the two of you spoke lowly, causing you to jump, “it’s a good film. How would you two mind if I accompany you both?”

Alice grimaced, looking up and down at the man. He was tall, dark, and had a moustache covering the majority of his upper lip, “the name’s Arthur Shelby,” he introduced himself to the two of you, “how about I pay for both your tickets, and drinks on me later?”

You nodded, eager to see the film and nudged your stubborn friend, hoping that she wouldn’t mess things up for you. Alice sighed, “fine, but the drinks had better be good,” she said, walking straight into the movie theatre. You followed, thanking Arthur who was paying at the booth for three tickets.

The film was good, and you enjoyed it. Especially Rudolph Valentino. As you got up to leave, you noticed that Alice and Arthur had somehow disappeared during the film, and you were stuck trying to find your way out of the theatre and back onto the streets.

It was getting dark, the evening turning into night, and you began to panic. Alice had never left you alone before, and you didn’t expect it to happen tonight- not when you were both in an unfamiliar part of the country, and didn’t know anybody or have any contacts nearby. And who knows what had even happened to Alice? You couldn’t even comprehend all the awful possibilities that were swirling around your head at that moment.

You tried to retrace your steps to find Oliver and the car, but he had vanished. Probably to a garage, you thought, to refuel for the mornings trip. But this didn’t exactly help matters, and you were stuck looking around the cobbled streets aimlessly for anybody to help.

A man began locking up a shop opposite the road from you, and you nearly cried because you were so desperate for any kind of help.

“Excuse me?” You asked politely. The man turned his head slightly and looked you up and down unpleasantly, “I don’t suppose you could help me look for my friend, could you? She went off durin-”

“I’m going to stop you there, love,” he turned around fully, allowing you to see who you were talking to. He had prominent cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, and if he hadn’t been so rude upon your first meeting you could’ve called him attractive, “I have no fucking interest in helping you find your stupid little friend, okay? Go home.”

He began walking and you were livid by this point. Nobody had ever spoken to you so rudely, and you didn’t understand what qualified him to do so. You caught up with him, “look here,” you jabbed your pointer finger into his arm, “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I need some help, and you’re going to give it to me. Whether you like it or not.”

“What makes you so sure?” He took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke straight into your face, making your eyes sting.

“My father will make your life hell.”

“I’ve already been through hell and back,” he muttered, “I doubt your father could do any worse than what I’ve already encountered, love.” He smirked, looking back up to the building that you’d walked to unknowingly. The Garrison. Hopefully they had a phone so that you could phone your father to calm you down.

You followed the man into the pub, a wave of chatter infecting your ears as you entered. The Garrison was clearly the hub of activity, with both men and women sharing drinks and stories of pastimes together, “you want a drink whilst you wait for your friend?” He asked, putting an arm round the small of your back, weaving you around the crowds and to the bar, “two whiskeys, please Harry.”

“Uh, thanks.” You said, still a little put off by his behaviour earlier. But you needed anyone to try and make sure you were safe, and this man looked pretty powerful, so you figured he’d do.

“Tommy Shelby, by the way,” he clinked his drink against yours and took a swig, “and you are?”

“(Y/F/N),” you replied, “did you say your surname was Shelby?”

“You’ve heard of us Shelby boys?” He asked impressed, his ego clearly enlarging by the second.

“No.” His face visibly dropped, making you laugh, “Arthur Shelby just bought my friend and I cinema tickets earlier,” you replied, “is he a relation of yours?”

“Brother.” Tommy replied laughing, before turning you round by the shoulders so you were facing the other end of the pub, “I think we’ve found your friend.” He laughed, pointing his finger to where Alice and Arthur were dancing lively in the corner, drinks spilling out of their glasses.

“Oh,” you replied dumbly, “I guess she’s fine.”

“Looks like it,” he looked down at your embarrassed face and laughed, “but now you’re here, and your friend is okay- how about you stop being so stressy and loosen up a bit, yeah?”

“I am not stressy!” You fought back, taking a sip from your whiskey and crossing your arms indignantly. He raised his eyebrows, and you heard him mutter the words, ‘sure you aren’t, princess, “I am not stressy!” You said again, louder this time for emphasis.

“Prove it.” And those were the two fatal words, which ended up with you downing five glasses of whiskey and necking two shots of gin. To say you were tipsy would be an understatement, but you were loving it.

You and Tommy danced madly around the pub, bumping and crashing into Alice and Arthur more than a couple of times. This resulted in the two of you spilling your drinks over the floor, making you both giggle like children and carry on dancing wildly with whoever wanted to be your partner at the time.

It was when you wanted another shot of gin that Tommy eventually stepped in, “woah there,” he took the drink out of your hand, “I think you’ve had more than enough tonight, (Y/N).”

You pouted and tried to grab the shot glass out of his hand, but it was no use seeing as he was nearly a foot taller than you, “you’re the one who told me to loosen up!” You slurred your words, crossing your arms at the man in front of you, who had become increasingly more attractive as the night went on. Maybe it was because he had lost that rude exterior, or maybe it was purely because you were so drunk that any man could get your attention. You weren’t sure, but you knew that you wanted to kiss Tommy Shelby right that second.

So that’s exactly what you did. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching just under his chin and pressed a kiss on his jawline. He tensed, before placing the drink on the bar and floppily wrapped his arms round your waist, meeting you for an alcohol induced kiss. It was sloppy, and not one you were proud of, but at that moment in time you couldn’t even think straight.

Whether it was adrenaline or alcohol, lust or dizziness, you didn’t know. But it was brilliant and you treasured every short and sweet second of it, since it ended too early for your liking. So, as quickly as your kiss was over, you sneaked past Thomas and grabbed the shot of gin, necking it down in the process and looking at him through your lashes seductively.

He rolled his eyes, “when you pass out, don’t come crying to me.”

The next morning you felt as though someone had hit you over the head with a frying pan. The room was too bright, despite the curtains being drawn, and it hurt to move your eyes. You groaned, leaning your head back onto the pillow.

“Morning,” a raspy voice beside you spoke, causing you to jump up from the bed and take in where you were. The bed was rickety, and the room was rather small and tatty, “you were pretty wild last night.” He sniggered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

You were in bed with Tommy Shelby. Naked.

“Oh my-” you cried, pulling the duvet over your breasts, trying to regain as much dignity back you could, “did we-did we, you know?”

Tommy just laughed, his head falling back against the metal headrest, “you were pretty eager to,” he chuckled, noting your shocked and rapidly reddening face beside him, before putting it out of its misery, “but no, (Y/N), we didn’t have sex. As much as I’d have liked to; I’m not one to take advantage of a drunk.”

You quite literally breathed a sigh of relief and put a hand to your chest to try and slow your quickened heart rate, “thank goodness,” you breathed, “sorry for my behaviour last night, I’m not usually like that.”

He shrugged his shoulders, after quickly climbing out of bed and beginning to change into his shirt and trousers for the day, “I quite enjoyed that side of you.”

You blushed, covering your cheeks with your hand, watching as Tommy got dressed. He sat down on the bed next to you again, and began lacing up his shoes in silence before putting on his cap and blazer and turning around.

“Well, Miss (Y/N), you have places to be I’m sure,” he began, lighting up a cigarette, “as do I. So, lock the door when you leave and enjoy your time in Coventry with Alice, who is downstairs on the couch,” he nodded a goodbye before adding, “so, until we meet again, (Y/N).”

And he was gone, and you were sat in his bed naked and alone, bewildered at last nights behaviour. Appalled, but also impressed- you had had fun for the first time in what had felt like years. Part of you wanted to stay here forever, enjoying yourself; instead of driving to slow and boring Coventry.

And you hoped and prayed that you’d meet Tommy again sometime, and have the same amount of fun that you had had last night. He had brought out a wilder and happier side of you, which had been locked away for the longest time.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly shelby

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princeyandanxiety · 7 years

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For the theatre prompts, second to last one for Prinxiety? Anxiety is the French potty mouth pleease

“A set piece broke and I start muttering curses in French out of frustration, but I didn’t know it was your fault that it broke and now you’re scared of me”

Anx is a tired tech kid, Roman is, of course, the star of the show. Also in which i aspire to be anx. Btw y’all i have no idea how this tech shit works so sorry to the theatre kids

Summary: Roman, the start of the show, accidentally breaks a prop. Anxiety is cute, but kind of scary tech French-speaking kid.

Roman… hadn’t meant to break the prop. Really, he was just practising a few lines, blocking a few things on his own before the rehearsal after school. He had a free period anyway, and he knew that he’d do absolutely nothing in the library anyway. He’d barely even tapped it, really.

Of course, he did break it. Quietly, he put the broken piece down, jumped off the stage, and grabbed his bag, starting to head for the exit. If no one knew that he had broken it, then he wouldn’t get into trouble.

“Oh my god, no. No. No no no.” Roman jumped when he heard a growl from in the wings. “After all the shit I did to make sure you were perfect and wouldn’t break, and maintenant tu est cassé. Ugh ça me fait chier, je vais trouver l’un qui a cassé cet accessoire stupide et je vais le tuer.*”

Roman stared at the smaller boy, who was stalking around the prop with a predator-like prowl. His fluffy brown hair was dishevelled, most likely from running his hands through it, if his current actions were any indication. A cup of coffee was in one hand. There were massive bags under his eyes, and a frown that seemed almost permanent. Roman realised this was the kid that the tech crew had dubbed Anxiety.

He would have been cute if he wasn’t so completely terrifying, growling away in French. The school didn’t even run French classes. Only Spanish. Plus Roman was in the only Spanish class, and he had certainly never seen this kid before.

“Do tech crew, he said. It’ll be fun, he said. Tu peux rencontrer les fils de pute qui casse tout qu’ils touchent et passer tout de tes temps avec les idiotes qui te déteste.**” Anxiety grumbled, finally setting his coffee down as he inspected the damage closer.

Roman took his distraction as a cue to leave. And leave he did, moving as quickly, but quietly, as possible out of the hall. Where he ran straight into Patton.

“Woah, Roman, you look like you saw a phantom. What happened?” Patton frowned. “And why are you here so early? Don’t you have class?”

“Skipped. And, uh. That new kid is kinda terrifying.”

“Anxiety? Aw, no. He’s a total sweetheart.” He paused, . “Actually, well, he’s rather misanthropic at times, but his heart is in the right place. He’s okay once you get to know him. Then again, it took me a few months for him to open up to me, so- hey Anx. We were just talking about you.”

“I know. My ears were burning.” Anxiety deadpanned. “I noticed sir sing-a-lot here had left. You’re about as subtle as an elephant.” He added, turning to the dramatic (and slightly scared) boy. Roman said nothing, still a little intimidated by the smaller boy. Even though he had absolutely no reason.

“I don’t think you guys share any classes. Anx, this is Roman. Though you’d know him as the star of our school production this year. Roman, this is Anx.” Patton waved a hand between them, smiling brightly. A little too brightly, in fact. Roman wondered if he had something planned.

“Don’t even bother asking my real name, Princey.” Anxiety muttered when he saw Roman’s mouth about to open. “Anyway, you left your phone in there.” In his hand, Roman saw the familiar red and gold of his phone case. He took it wordlessly.

“Why were you in there, anyway?” Patton seemed curious, and Roman glanced between the two of them. How had he not realised that of course Patton would made friends with the smallest ball of frustration that he could find?

Anxiety gave him a death glare. “There’s a prop that keeps giving me trouble, and it broke again. I swear to god, Patton, I’m going to burn it to ashes, consequences be damned.” When he saw Patton’s face, he sighed, running a hand through his hair yet again. “Speaking of, I better get back to it.”

Roman mumbled a goodbye to the smaller boy before he disappeared back into the gym, checking his phone. It was opened on a conversation with a contact that he had never seen before.

Sorry if I scared you. You’re cute, though. I’ll take you out to make up for it? - Anx

Translations for those who want it (also if u actually speak french and I’m made an error pls tell me I am a humble student):

*...maintenant tu est cassé. Ugh ça me fait chier, je vais trouver l’un qui a cassé cet accessoire stupide et je vais le tuer. (...now you’re broken. Ugh that pisses me off, I’m going to find the one who broke this stupid prop and I’m going to kill them)

**Tu peux rencontrer les fils de pute qui casse tout qu’ils touchent et passer tout de tes temps avec les idiotes qui te déteste. (You can meet sons of bitches who break everything they touch and pass all of your time with idiots who hate you)

#ask #anon #prompt #prinxiety #hs au #human au #au #prince sanders #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #fluff #i think

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sp00kworm · 8 years

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Mr Reyes (Part 6)

Reaper76, SchoolAU in which Jack is a single dad and Gabriel the new hot Kindergarten teacher.

Part 5 Part 7

Gabriel rolled over with a groan, and yawned in the light of the mid-morning sun. The Latino didn't move for a moment, keeping his eyes closed against the sunlight streaming in through the small gap in the curtains. Placing a hand over his face, he scrubbed at the goatee with a scowl before trying to drag his hand through the curls on top of his head. His fingers got caught in a knot, and Gabriel wrestled with his nest of hair for a minute, untangling his fingers from it before managing to actually wake himself up. After another yawn, he was awake enough to remember what had happened the previous day. A smirk followed soon after as the memories of their activities on the couch that evening sounded in his head, or rather the cute noises Jack had made. Gabriel looked over at the bed side table, and grabbed his mobile, rubbing at his hair again as he squinted slightly in the harsh glare of the touch screen.

There were a few notifications from his cat game and the news app he had installed- apparently there was a new fashion show on for the latest model sensation known as 'Widowmaker', and Gabriel could guess the reason she chose that alias. The last few notifications were from Jack at around ten o'clock, when he had gotten home. Gabriel opened the messages, and smiled at the first clumsily typed message.

'Came home to find Jesse and Hana asleep on the beanbags in her room. Both covered in makeup and cheese chip stains. Hanzo apologised. Poor kid looked worn out.'

The next text was a picture message, and attached was a glorious picture of Hana and Jesse draped over beanbags, pink bows and tutus on, smeared in nail varnish and lipstick. Eyeshadow covered their eyelids and black mascara was stuck around their eyes rather than on their eyelashes. Gabriel snickered and thumbed through the various angles before reading the last message.

'Hanzo and Jesse headed back to your place. Hope that's not a problem? Enjoyed the night, see you again soon? Maybe at the talent show?' The kindergarten teacher scowled at that. A talent show? Gabriel couldn't for the life of him remember anything about a talent show. He shot back a message before heading to the shower, stripping off his sweat pants before hopping in to wash the evidence of yesterday off his body.

After a brisk warm shower, Gabriel wrapped a towel around his waist before returning to his room to dress. He thumbed his phone open again as he towelled his knotted curly hair dry. Jack had messaged him back a couple of minutes after his last text.

'There's a talent show taking place at the theatre in a couple of weeks. I've got a lot of work in between now and then because of the new company we're dealing with so that might be a nice way to wind down? Afterwards we could do something else, but Hana really wants to go, so it might be a nice thing for us three to do.”

Gabriel snickered to himself at this- Jack was such a sap. Despite his sniggering, Gabriel sent another message back confirming it and wandered out into his hall after shoving himself into underwear, a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt.

Quietly, he shut his door and eyed the door to Jesse's room with suspicious eyes. The youngster had come home last night, with the Shimada boy in tow. Instantly, his parental instincts kicked in, and he twisted the door knob to Jesse's room, opening the door quietly. The site was thankfully, a semi-decent one. They were both clothed from what Gabriel could tell, and they were both merely cuddled together in the bed, Jesse curled around Hanzo who had taken the majority of pillow and covers. With a smirk, Gabriel snapped a picture on his phone and sent it to Jack the caption 'Boys are safe and sound.' before closing the door and heading down the stairs in search of the coffee pot and his steaming cup of black coffee.

It was when Gabriel was frying pieces of bacon that Jesse poked his head around the door from the stairwell, Hanzo presumably in tow.

“Pa? Is it okay for you to make Hanzo some-” Jesse hissed as Hanzo shouldered past him.

“Mr Reyes, I am sorry for intruding like this but-” Hanzo was halted by Gabriel spinning around with an eye roll, his black and red 'kiss the cook' apron tied around his waist.

“Sit down you two. Do you really think I'm going to have a problem with someone finally whipping Jesse into shape? Jesus. Come on Jesse, really? You think I'd have a problem with it, honestly?” Gabriel cocked a hip out and flipped a piece of bacon over with one hand, taking a drink of coffee with the other. “Honestly, I'm already sure as hell the two of you have sneaked in a quickie whilst I've been at work anyway.” The teacher shrugged with a grin and plated up the bacon with eggs, toast and beans before handing them to the two boys that had seated themselves at the table already.

Jesse squirmed in his seat at the stare he was receiving from his adopted father, and flushed red with a scowl, whilst Hanzo elegantly tucked into his food, glancing at Gabriel from under his eyelashes in an attempt not to talk to him.

“Pa I swear to god I'll- ouch!” The youngster clutched at his head indignantly as he received a smack to the back of it. Gabriel scowled at him waving a fork in Jesse's face.

“No swearing at the table. Especially, Jesse, when we have a guest.” He gave a smirk and apologised to Hanzo, who was wide eyed, before he told the two of them it did not matter with a chuckle. The rest of the morning antics, mainly including Gabriel teasing Jesse, had Hanzo, eventually snorting in laughter. Jesse had stopped growling at Gabriel for a minute to look at the Japanese teen, his mouth open like a goldfish.

Gabriel laughed loudly at this, and shed real tears at his son's gormless look. The two of them continued to laugh when Jesse stood up so fast that he tripped himself up on the chair leg. He fell dramatically to the floor, his cutlery clattered noisily beside his head. Hanzo stifled his laughter for a moment when the plate also slipped off of the table, smacking the cowboy on the backside, imprinting bean juice and grease all over his American flag pyjama bottoms. Hanzo was up in an instant to make sure Jesse was okay, still giggling like a girl every now and then. Gabriel, however, was thrown into even more intense laughter, and he howled with it, clutching his stomach as tears dripped down his cheeks. The latino began to wheeze when Jesse tugged his chair leg and pulled the chair out from under Gabriel. The teacher was sent sprawling across the floor and his laughter was cut off as he smacked his toe on the table with a crack.

“JESSE! HIJO DE PUTA!” Gabriel cried out and growled, clutching at his big toe protectively as Jesse laughed maliciously, wiping his backside with tissue paper provided by Hanzo. The other youngster's throat moved as though he was repressing laughter and Gabriel scowled at he two of them, hissing like a scalded cat.

“Come on Pa! It ain't that bad!” Jesse snorted and sat up prodding at Gabriel's protective hands curled around his toe.

“It hurts like a bitch Jesse! Don't fucking poke it pendejo!” Gabriel huffed and sat up before heaving himself to his feet and hissing at the pain that spiked through the entirety of his foot, all the way up to his ankle, which refused to remain stable, and shook with the pain.

“Shit! Pa I'm sorry! Oh gosh we've gotta get you to the hospital because you're gonna make it worse walking on it! Sit down pa! I'll ring Jack!” Gabriel was manhandled into a chair and offered a drink by an apologetic Hanzo as Jesse ran around looking for his mobile like a headless chicken. Gabriel tried to grab Jesse by the sleeve to tell him to not bother Jack, but the boy slipped through his fingers and was already dialling the blond's number before Gabriel could shout at him. Jesse began blubbering as soon as Jack answered the phone, and the blond seemed very worried on the other side of the line. Gabriel sighed and flushed a little, sighing into his hands at the fact that Jack was basically coming to his rescue here like a little prince. He supposed then, that that made him the princess.

Jack answered his jingling mobile fairly quickly and was shocked to hear a blubbering deep southern accent on the other end.

“Jack you've gotta take my pa to the hospital! Please! I think he's broken his foot and-and-”

Jack cut in baffled by the speed of the greeting, “Woah, slow down Jesse. What's happened?” He shouldered the phone for a moment, putting down his glass of water.

Jesse took a deep breath, “I, well, I tugged the chair out from under Pa and he's smacked his foot on the table and I think he's broken it?” He went higher at the end, probably cringing, as Jack heard muffled curses from the kitchen again and a softer voice telling Gabriel to sit down.

“Okay-alright. Give me ten minutes please? Unless you can look after Hana for me over there?” Jack was already shooing Hana upstairs to get her bag, and he grabbed his jacket as she jumped back down the stairs, her toys and colouring pencils in tow. Shoving his boots on he sighed and grabbed his keys. “Be there in ten Jesse. Try and keep him sat still until I get there please.”

“Sure thing boss.” Jesse chuckled and hung up just as he screamed something in Spanish to Gabe in the kitchen.

Jack drove just above the speed limit, trying to dodge lights as he sped over to Gabriel's house in a bit of a panic. He smacked the car door shut before grabbing Hana out of her seat and leading her up to the house quickly before knocking on the door, his foot tapping in worry.

“Daaaaaad. We were meant to go and see The Incredibles three today! Are we still going to go? Why are we at Mr Reyes' house?” Hana whined by his side, stomping her little booted foot with a pout.

“Mr Reyes needs some help sweetie. He's hurt his foot so daddy needs to take him to get it checked up okay?” He placed a soothing hand on top of Hana's dark chocolate coloured hair with a smile as the door opened, “I promise Jesse will take you okay?”.

Jesse opened the door and frowned, “Wait. What?” he looked down at the smirking Hana and frowned, “I'm taking her where?”.

“Can you take her to see a film while I take Gabe to the hospital, please?” Jack walked over the threshold and smiled taking Hana's shoes off on the stairs before opening the door and letting her run into the kitchen with a cheer of 'Mister Reyes'. Jack shook his head and followed her into the kitchen with a worried crinkle between his eyebrows.

In the kitchen, Hana was fussing over Gabriel with tears in her eyes, and nodded as he asked for a pillow for his foot and scampered back into the living room, a large fluffy purple pillow in tow when she returned. Her teacher took it off her with a ruffle of her hair, and winced as he lifted his foot, tucking it underneath to try and help ease the weight of the foot on itself against the hard wood of the chair. Jack eventually managed to shoo Hana away long enough in order to help Gabriel to his feet.

“Come on Jack, I swear I can walk on my own. I don't need you here to baby me like this.” Gabriel muttered as he tried to lean away from the blond, only to hiss in pain when he put his foot down, and almost collapse back onto Jack's shoulder to hold himself upright.

“Yeah alright Gabe. Keep telling yourself that and you'll make it worse than it already is.” Jack tutted and helped the latino towards the door, making sure he put at least one shoe, and was presentable, (he decided sweat pants and a sweat shirt would just have to do) before opening the door and helping a childish huffing Gabe into the front seat. Jack turned back after shutting the door to his car.

“Hana behave yourself. Or I'll see that you have your games taken away alright missy? No acting up for Jesse and Hanzo please.” Hana rolled her eyes but huffed a 'yes dad' before Jack got into the car and pulled away from the curb.

The hospital's minor injuries department was fairly quiet, with a few children clutching their arms and fingers and an elderly lady who also had her leg propped up on the seat opposite as her husband scolded her. Jack helped Gabriel into a seat before going to the reception and explaining the situation. He was handed a clip board with various forms on it for the insurance and documentation needed. He handed it to Gabriel when he returned and watched the crinkle in Gabriel's brow as he focused on writing in his details. Jack didn't realise he'd been caught staring until Gabriel clicked the pen and snorted, “Are you done staring yet boy scout?”.

“Wha- wait I wasn't- ah.” Jack flushed a little at having been caught staring, and Gabriel only chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle the red apple of Jack's cheeks with a pouting 'kissy' face.

“I don't get why you're all flushed. You've stared at much more than this.” Jack flushed more as Gabriel smirked, positively purring the words.

“Gabe. Give up you horn dog.” Jack swatted at the hand that had crawled up his inner thigh and scoffed before grabbing the pen and tapping the clip board. “Finish your paper work so we can get you fixed up.” Gabriel only snickered and continued writing.

They were quickly seen to, and Gabriel was put in a bed as they did an x-ray on his foot and assessed the results. He'd fractured a metatarsal bone connected to his big toe. This meant a cast was needed to hold the foot straight while they healed. Gabriel groaned at the news, and then cursed viciously at the six week period he would have it on for. Jack smacked his arm as he descended into muttered Spanish curses and nodded in understanding at the doctor who was attending to Gabriel. They quickly shoved the foot into a plaster cast, with some grunting from Gabriel, who had to have the bone pressed to the side slightly so it would heal properly. He grabbed Jack's hand and squeezed, the other arm over his eyes with the pain of the movement. All in all the process was over quick and Jack tentatively leaned over to press a kiss to Gabriel's temple once it was over.

Gabriel smiled and huffed, smacking his head against the pillows at the cute display of affection.

“Is it too early to tell you I love you Jack?” He softly ran a finger along Jack's jaw bone.

“Gosh you sap, the wrong place and the wrong time completely...” He smiled and kissed Gabriel's palm softly, “But I love you too.” The two grinned like children at one another before Gabriel sighed.

“Well...now I wont get to show you my entire leather heavy metal performance next week.” Jack flushed but broke out into laughter as Gabriel pouted.

#Overwatch #reaper76 #reaper x soldier 76 #reaper #soldier 76 #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #Mr Reyes #mchanzo #mccree x hanzo #gabriel reyes x jack morrison #School AU #ow

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