#also I had no idea this was technically a joke song until like. yesterday. to me it is so so so real and slayful and true to my heart

[morelikesin]

🩷 I need a big boy

Give me a big boy U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

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I was on the fatsissy subreddit and saw an absolutely incredible comment/title duo that I had to translate into an snm interaction LMFAO. Also you're only allowed to read this as Sam bottoming that's in my jurisdiction as artist of this post. Okay bye thotties mwah

[migilini]

Roadtrip - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: just a daydream I had when I saw this GIF. It’s not proofread. I’m open to requests.

Words: 2k

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You and Charlie were on a road trip from LA to Oklahoma and last to Chigaco. Your boyfriend had to move there due to the fact that he got cast in a movie and you were fortunate enough to move with him, being able to work from home. It wasn't your idea to drive all those miles via car, but Charlie doesn't like flying so he avoided it at all cost and because you love him, you accompanied him for those dreadful hours.

It was way too early for your liking, of course Charlie knew that and put up with your grumpy, nontalkative mood, simply shoving a large cup of coffee into your hands. “Ma cœur, how much longer until you're more awake to talk to me?” Charlie asked after a while, as he glanced over to you on the passenger side, his free hand tracing little hearts on your thigh. You yawned and took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “About this much.” You measured the amount still in the cup, making him chuckle.

You and Charlie have been dating for nearly one and a half years now, however it feels like it's been much longer. From the start, the two of you were attached at the hip, instantly comfortable around each other. Everybody said that you two moved too fast because you moved in with each other after only three months of dating, but because of Covid you didn't want to risk being apart. Even though objectively speaking, you and Charlie were not the same, you were more daydreaming than actually paying attention and you didn't need the adrenaline in your life, you completed him in a magical way.

Right now you two were two hours in, the coffee was empty and you ass already sore from all the sitting. It was something you always despided about yourself, you could spend all day laying in bed, but you couldn't sit still, changing position every now and then. Tapping your foot to the beat of the song streaming from the radio. Charlie calmly hummed along to the song, his fingers also tapping along. You looked over at him and couldn't love him more.

“Are you excited to see Owen and Jer?” You asked him, breaking the silence. A breathtaking smile overtook his face “You know it! How about you?” You nodded, also excited to see the boys again. “Mhm. I missed them a lot.” The song on the radio changed and you huffed in annoyance, you hated that song. Sensing that, Charlie took out his phone and connected it to the car.

“Charlie! Don't drive and be on your phone!” You snapped it out of his hand, giving him a displeased look. Scrolling through Spotify you eventually choose a song to your liking. 18 by OneDirection blared through the speakers, while you put the volume higher you turned in your seat. “I have loved you since we were 18. Well technically 20 but that's a detail.” You whispered the last part. He scrunched his nose in amusement, a quirk you loved dearly.

The two of you screamed lyrics at the top of your lungs, the car driving on an empty highway. The rest of the world fading away, leaving the two of you in a cozy little bubble of your own. The day continued just like that, the two of you singing to songs and just enjoying the company. You loved seeing him drive, something about it was just so attractive to you, maybe it was the way his arms flexed when he moved the wheel, or the fact that you yourself were unable to drive. Even with your 21 years of life, you refused to sit behind the steering wheel and Charlie had tried several times, it always ended with you in tears.

“Do you want to stop somewhere to sleep? It's getting kinda late and you have been driving the whole day.” you questioned, looking at the horizon as the last beams of yellow and red vanished slowly. “Yes please. Can you search for a hotel around here?” Nodding, you took his phone and went onto google maps.

“There's one about two hours away in New Mexico. Reviews look good and the price isn't too high. Sadly no breakfast included, so we're gonna get you something on the road, not gonna let you starve, otherwise I will be stranded here.” He gave your thigh a playful slap and a squeeze “Yeah, yeah love you too, Char. I will look it up… Ah perfect! There's a Dunkin Donuts five miles from the hotel. Does that sound good babe?” He hummed in approval.

“Ah a man of words!” he took one of your hands and gave it a light kiss. “You know me. I always wanted to be a Mime.” he joked.

Before you knew it, the car came to a stop in the pitch black. Only a little yellow neon sign lighting up the hotel parking spot.

“This looks like this one Teen Wolf episode…” you murmured, not feeling the best about this place. “You’re just saying that because you're scared of the dark ma cœur. I'm here to protect you. No Monsters are harming you tonight.” he teased, getting out of the car. In typical Charlie fashion, he walked around the car and opened your door and held out a hand for you, immediately intertwining your fingers. 

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand. “Ha ha…”

The two of you were happy to finally walk off the stiffness of your legs, as you walked over to the reception. 

“Hello. We would have a room please.”

The receptionist was in his late 30s, his greying hair falling messily in his eyes and a big smile sat on his thin lips. “No Problem. Is a king bed alright with the two of you?” he didn't want to assume anything. You and Charlie chuckled, nodding slightly “Preferred actually.”

Five minutes later, you waited in the room 345 while Charlie insisted on getting your bags. Stretching, you tried to get rid of the soreness in your back, your eyes nearly falling shut.

Charlie opened the doors, giving you a tired smile. “Let's get to bed. Tomorrow we rise early!” you groaned, making him chuckle. Standing up, you walked over to him, your arms wrapping around his familiar frame. He was stroking your head, giving it a kiss before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

In the meanwhile you changed your clothes, changing from some jeans and one of his hoodies to sweatpants and an oversized shirt. 

You gave him a hasty kiss as he came out of the bathroom, smelling the mint of the toothpaste still lingering on his lips. After you washed your face and brushed your teeth, you let yourself fall into the bed. His arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer into him. 

“Thank you.” Turning around to face him, you traced his features with your fingertips “For what?”

“Coming on this drive with me. You could have easily convinced me to fly, you know.”

“I know mon amour.” you said, looking into his eyes, as you tried your best to keep yours open. You left several kisses on his bare shoulders until your lips met his. He smiled into the kiss and then nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, pecking it several times before stopping.

“Good night. I love you.”

“Good night babe. Love you more.”

The next morning came way too fast and you didn't want to move out of his comfortable and safe arms into the cold car, but you had to. The sunrise hadn't even begun, the sky still a dark blue, when the two of you drove into the Dunkin drive through, to get you a coffee and a donut. You had to have something sweet in the mornings.

“Actually, I saw a little restaurant on the way here that should have takeaway, do you mind if we take a quick stop?” you shook your head, trying hard not to fall asleep again. An idea ignited in your head and you sat up straighter. “What if we go live while you drive? Maybe I'll be more awake or I'll have stuff to read.” you requested, looking at your boyfriend with a slight pout.

“Sure thing. I'll bet they'll love it.” Smiling, you grabbed his phone from his hand and went into Instagram.

“Hey Char and y/n here.” you introduced while trying to balance the phone on the dashboard “Its freaking early and I’m nearly falling asleep so I thought you guys could entertain me a bit. Mister Gillespie over here isn't as interesting as you guys.” he pouted into the camera, you leaned forward quickly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The chat was already flooding with hey’s and questions about your relationship and where you were going.

“Is it true that you sometimes talk french to Charlie?” you read from the chat, your eyes widening a little in surprise. 

“Sometimes. I mean my french isn't the best but growing up in Europe, I picked up some stuff.”

“She’s just being humble, she understands a lot and her accent is hella cute.” Charlie piped in, pulling into the drive through he mentioned earlier. “Je vois que tu comprends." He said to you, a slight smile playing on his lips. You got lost in his eyes for a second before responding. “Of course I understand babe!” he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly while chuckling. 

“OMG that was just so cute!” you read out loud from the chat. Blushing slightly, you giggled, “He loves to do stuff like that when he’s driving. Always showing affection in one way or the other.”

“Uhm next question...What are you two doing so early? Someone asks.” with an raised eyebrow you look over to your boyfriend “I think you can answer this.” you turned the camera a bit so he was more in frame. “We're going to Chicoago, Chigacoooo.” he quoted the iconic Victorious scene, his eyes scanning the road before him.

He got himself a cheese thing of some sort, you couldn't quite make out what it was and parked on the side of the road, getting his food ready in front of him.

He bit into his cheese thing while you sipped on your coffee conversing with the chat. Just earlier you had begged for music suggestions, telling them to send their best road trip songs. Charlie looked really good right now, his hair was pulled together in a bun and he was wearing a blue shirt. You on the other hand had your hair in a top bun and the same hoodie from yesterday, a wool blanket draped over your shoulders. You just wanted to ask if you could have a bite, when he got cheese all over his chin. 

He laughed as he looked over to you. Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned forward in your seat. Your face mere inches away from his, you could feel his breath on your face. You stuck out your tongue and licked the cheese away, your eyes never leaving his. 

Without giving it a second thought, you settled back into a comfortable position and took a sip from your coffee with a prominent smirk on your face. Leaving a dumbfounded Charlie and a screaming chat.

Not even an hour later the clip of you licking his chin, in maybe a bit of a too sexual way, went viral in the community.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Stuck in the Game

Mafia!Dad!Yunhyeong x Mom!Reader ft. Mafia!ATEEZ, Mafia!iKON, Mafia!BTS

Summary: When your daughter, Soojin, finally finds someone she likes, her father freaks out because, despite his best efforts to keep her out of that life, the boy in question is also a mafia member. A rival group finds the couple and uses the relationship as blackmail.

Anon Request: a long and specific request that started with dad!Wonwoo but was changed to Yunhyeong and we edited the specifics together so idk what to put here anymore lol 

Word Count: 3.3-3.4K

Contains: mafia!AU, violence, guns, kidnapping, blackmail, reunion of old friends-turned-rivals, forced cooperation, fluff, angst

A/N: This took forever for me to get the energy to type out and format, I’m sorry, but I’m proud that I implemented all the aspects I wanted to in this.

If 17-year-old you could see yourself now, you don't know whether the reaction would be amazement or fear. At age 23, you were a performer and bartender for a high-end bar famous for its mafia visitors. You'd often listen to their meetings whenever they requested "beautiful company," and that made you a very valuable person in the business, even without you trying to be.

When the day you feared finally came, your kidnappers wanted all the information you had from other mafia groups. They were very kind to you, treating you like a valuable treasure. They called themselves iKON, and the moniker was written in numerous places in the house. Their leader, B.I., insisted you be treated like royalty, but one of the boys enjoyed the chaos of going against the leader's requests. He was a charmer, and you fell for him quickly. Gradually, the romantic encounters turned into sexual encounters, and you found out that you were pregnant with his child shortly after.

Until the day you told him of the pregnancy, you only knew him by his mafia name, Song. When you revealed your secret, however, he happily disclosed that "Yunhyeong will be a good father. Don't worry." It was his way of disconnecting his mafia status from his child. You figured this out as he moved you out of the mafia base with B.I.'s approval and bought a good home for you both to stay.

You remember the day you gave birth as if it was yesterday. You remember the joy that swept away all the pain as you held your newborn daughter. You remember all the boys visiting you at different times, and you'll never forget how proud Yunhyeong looked as he introduced his squad to his daughter.

Soojin. You remember her baby face without issue, even though it was 17 years ago. Your daughter grew up so fast - as you're told they all do.

Soojin and her father get along so well. Both of them are trouble makers, so you always see them planning chaos or laughing about something together. You and your daughter talk about deeper subjects more often than not, so seeing her being carefree and enjoying life with Yunhyeong brings so much joy to your heart.

Today, however, you catch them fighting. You don't hear the topic, only Soojin storming out after her final jab at her father, "You don't understand me at all!"

Seeing the pain on Yunhyeong's face hurts, but you decide to check in with your daughter instead, knowing that Yunhyeong can handle himself. Following Soojin, you find her on the front porch, sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head buried in her knees. You sit down next to her, the wooden patio revealing your presence with a creak. You don't say anything before she immediately begins ranting about her father.

"Why doesn't he understand? Why can't he just be happy that I found someone that makes me happy?"

This is the first time your daughter has ever mentioned anything along the lines of having a crush, so you know it must be important to her, "Soojin, you've found someone?" You try approaching the situation softly, opting to learn about her partner before thinking about why her father would be upset.

"Mom, he's amazing. He's really sweet and caring. He takes me to nice parks, and we message every single day. He's pretty tall and really cute, too."

"So, what's this boy's name?"

"Hyunwoo. Jeong Hyunwoo. He's a year older than I am, and he's technically in the mafia - he was born into it just like me - but he treats me so well."

Suddenly, you understand why Yunhyeong freaked out over Soojin's boyfriend, but you don't bring it up just yet, "Jeong Hyunwoo. He sounds nice. Have you met his family?"

"Yup! We hang out with his dad a lot. He's super cool. Makes lots of jokes. His mom died when he was younger, and he's an only child, so it's just the two of them. For some reason, though, dad freaked out on me when I told him. Something about dangerous relationships and hoping I'd never have to deal with this stuff. I have no idea what he's talking about. Ugh, it's not fair. Why can't he be cool about it like Hyunwoo's dad?"

"Honey, your father just wants to protect you. He'll come around. He just knows someone he has bad blood with that has the same last name. They used to be friends but the friend was recruited into a mafia group, which meant he never even said his goodbyes to your father."

"But dad's in the mafia, so what's the big deal?"

With a sigh, you reveal some of your husband's past, "Your dad didn't choose to join. He had to join or they would've killed him for the damages he caused as a teenager. He despises the lifestyle, but there's no way to leave once you become part of it. Your father accepted the life he was forced into and did his best with what was given to him. His friend, Yunho, on the other hand, was invited and willingly chose to join. He does want you to be happy, but he's worried about your life if you date a mafia member."

"Well, what about you? Why'd he date you if that was the case? He was okay involving you?"

You laugh and shake your head. You think back on the unconventional relationship you and your now-husband had before the marriage, but decide not to explain that quite yet, "That's a very long and complicated story for another day. Just know that your situation is extremely different from mine. If you truly love Hyunwoo, don't let your father's attitude affect the relationship. When he sees you truly happy, he'll support you. Believe me."

You could tell that Soojin wasn't quite convinced, but she was always head-strong, so you also know that she will continue her relationship. So, you weren't surprised when she came to you a few days after and announced that she had a date with Hyunwoo. Watching her walk out in her cute date outfit, you can't help but feel proud of her for following her heart.

During the date, you finally confront Yunhyeong, "She'll be okay, y'know? She's the daughter of two very strong people, and we've raised her well."

"I tried so hard to keep her out of the mafia life. And a Jeong of all people could ruin all of that."

You place a hand on his back, "Yunhyeong, you can't use your past against her future. Aren't you happy Soojin finally found her first love?"

"Well, yeah, but..." He sighs, deciding not to finish his complaint.

"She'll be fine."

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Soojin meets with Hyunwoo at the coffee shop down the street. When he sees her, the smile shows on his whole face.

"You look so beautiful." He places a kiss on her head and takes the seat across from her.

"Thanks, Hyunwoo. My mom helped choose my outfit and styled my hair for me."

Unknown to the couple basking in their puppy love, a low-ranking member of another mafia group sits at the next table and recognizes Hyunwoo's name. To confirm that he's the right person, the member listens in on their conversation.

"How's training? Is your dad being hard on you?"

"Naw, it's pretty smooth. What about you, though? How'd your parents react when you told them?"

"My mom is understanding. She fell for a member, too, after all, so she can relate. My dad, on the other hand... Ugh, he's so difficult!"

At this point, the stranger decides to alert his higher-ups of this potential Achilles' heel for the ATEEZ mafia team.

"He doesn't approve?"

"He hates that I'm becoming part of a lifestyle he tried so hard to keep me out of. My mom said it has to do with your name, too. Apparently, my dad's childhood friend ended up willingly joining the mafia without saying goodbye, and his last name was Jeong."

No longer paying attention, the stranger has been communicating with other members about following the couple around for a kidnapping so they can blackmail their rival mafia group. When the couple leaves the cafe, he follows them to a nearby park, his last-second assignment to find her house underway.

At the end of the date, Hyunwoo walks Soojin back home, finding you sitting out on the porch, reading under the warm light.

"Hey. mom! I'm back!"

As you look up from the book, you find your daughter waving at you with one hand as her other arm links with a nervous-looking boy. You stand up to greet them, and you notice Hyunwoo relax a bit when he realizes how nice you are. You have a short chat before Hyunwoo claims he should get home before his father worries.

"Thank you for walking Soojin home. Get home safely."

You and your daughter watch as he leaves, then she enthusiastically recounts the events of the date. Seeing her this happy makes you smile, as she hasn't smiled this brightly since she was a young child. When the two of you head inside, she falls asleep the moment she lays down. You meet with your husband in your shared bedroom.

"How is he?"

"He seems sweet. He was clearly nervous when he saw me, and he genuinely seems to love her and wants to keep her safe."

"That's good." His robotic response ends the conversation, so you both get into bed.

A few weeks pass before Soojin and Hyunwoo have time for another date. You offer to drive her to the arcade, but she insists on walking to enjoy the nice weather. You kiss her forehead as you tell her to be safe, then watch her until she leaves your view.

Maybe an hour later, an exhausted Hyunwoo comes banging on your front door.

Between moments to catch his breath, he pleads, "Please... tell me Soojin is here... She never came..."

Even though you answered the door, Yunhyeong hears and freaks out. "I told you, Y/N! It's too dangerous for her! She might've been kidnapped!"

You quickly bring Hyunwoo inside, looking up and down the street before closing and locking the door. Once both boys have calmed down a bit, you try calling your daughter, but you're immediately sent to the voicemail. Moments later, Hyunwoo gets a call from his father, who sounds very confused but speaks urgently without revealing details. When Hyunwoo tells him where he is, his father hangs up. Ten minutes later, Yunho pulls up with his leader in the passenger seat. You let them in quickly, only for chaos to ensue the moment Yunhyeong sees Yunho.

He abruptly stands, the chair falling behind him, "Get out of my house."

"Babe, we both want the same things right now. Put the rivalry aside." You try.

"It's him, Y/N. This is the bastard who left without so much as a goodbye."

Time feels frozen as everyone's eyes go wide. Yunho sighs, breaking the silence.

"Hello, Song. It's been a while. You may hate me for the past, but your daughter has been kidnapped. She's being held as blackmail against my group. So, unless you want her to die there, I suggest you put that hatred aside so we can save her."

"Dad?"

"I don't know what you've learned, Hyunwoo, but Song and I were best friends until I chose to join the group, which forced us to cut ties. Their group is a rival; there wasn't much choice in the matter." Yunho says it as if it was rehearsed for years, his eyes still transfixed on Yunhyeong's.

The ATEEZ leader clears his throat before moving forward with the information he has, "I'm HJ, and I received a link to this video earlier." He hits play on his tablet and talks over the soundless visual of your daughter tied down to a chair, "This was accompanied by a message demanding that we give up some of our fronts to them or she dies. I don't think they realize she's your daughter, or else they'd be blackmailing your group as well."

The four boys discuss further action while you listen, quietly analyzing the options. Hours pass without much progress being made. When you finally try to chime in about going to get her yourself, using the same tactics you used as a dancer, there's another knock on the door. The room instantly falls silent as Yunhyeong slinks toward the door, a hand on his gun. As he looks through the peephole, his body relaxes. Keeping his hand on the gun in case of ambush, he opens the door for B.I., who gives him a pitiful look before stepping inside.

"This doesn't look good, Song." The leader states as he pulls out an envelope addressed to iKON.

Opening it, Yunhyeong finds a lock of hair and a handwritten note:

iKON, we have one of your members. This member is a daughter of one of your high ranks. We suggest you follow the instructions on the back of this message if you want to see her ever again.

On the back, the instructions simply list a date, time, and place to meet, followed by their demands of a certain area under iKON's control. From the handwritten element, Yunhyeong quickly narrows down the suspects to two cocky newer groups: Bangtan or The Strays.

"Why is ATEEZ here?" B.I. asks when he reaches the others.

"Soojin is my girlfriend."

"And Hyunwoo is my son. It was easy blackmail for them."

HJ stands and holds out a hand to B.I., "Looks like we have to work together this time."

He reluctantly shakes his hand, gripping tightly, "Only this once. I don't want to lose that zone, but I can't risk Song going insane over his daughter's death either."

The debating and planning continue with more force, as the deadline doesn't give much time. Now that they can narrow down the subjects, they can plan in more depth. The two groups in question are much cockier, so they'll expect the ultimatum to be enough for cooperation. However, they're both smart enough to plan defenses in case of an ambush, and they have the numbers on their side. You're quick to point out that Bangtan's numbers don't show for power, as the top seven do everything themselves rather than relying on others, protective of everything they started together. Hyunwoo adds that The Strays don't have the same numbers as Bangtan, but that power is much more balanced, with each of the top members taking assistants by their side.

"We have to assume this is Bangtan. I don't think The Strays would be this aggressive. They'd take their sweet time with their attack. They'd probably kidnap Soojin and Hyunwoo together so that they have a larger upperhand." B.I. declares, repeating for clarity, "Bangtan do things on impulse like this. The Strays think too much."

Agreeing, you all begin fully planning the attack. Ultimately, Hyunwoo and Yunhyeong will attend the meeting, since they're the clear emotional targets in this scheme. You will infiltrate enemy lines if at all possible, with the support of the ATEEZ elite hacker, Yeosang. B.I. and HJ will join each group's top sniper, aiming at whoever joins the meeting on the opposite side, as well as keeping eye on anyone who comes into contact with you. Everyone wants this done as quickly and quietly as possible.

After two agonizingly-long days, the plans are put into action. Yeosang finds you an entrance around the side of the building, disabling its alarm long enough for you to get inside. You quickly find yourself in a group of other girls who are being given simple equipment. As you approach, the person hanging out guns asks for your member number. Without fail, iKON's intel expert spits out a number that you repeat with confidence.

"Name?"

"Kim Eunsoo." You relay the information you're given and receive a small handgun.

You follow the others, blindly acting like the rest of the pack. You don't have sight on the meeting, but you find yourself face-to-face with one of Bangtan's top members. He gives you a once-over before giving you the 'follow me' gesture with his fingers. Although you're scared, remembering rumors of him being the harshest of the members despite his sweet-sounding name.

When Suga finally leads you far enough from the others, he throws a hand around your throat and leans in close, "Do you think we're that dumb?"

He pulls your earpiece from your ear and breaks it under his foot before moving his hand to your hair, dragging you to the meeting. He cuffs your wrists behind your back before pushing you to the floor next to your daughter.

"Well, well, well. You actually did try some tricks. Good for you. Now, we have both of your girls, Song. You better give us what we want." RM, Bangtan's leader claims, a smirk plastered on his face the whole time.

He clearly sounds victorious, so you refuse to look up, hiding your proud smile since they're falling so easily into the trap everyone set. There were no disguises; you meant to get caught. As he continues his victory monologue, you fidget with the handcuffs, slipping out easily without letting them see. You press a button planted in the fake wedding ring you're wearing, alerting everyone that you've freed yourself and can continue the plan.

See, they neglected to take the loaded gun back, believing you wouldn't be able to use it anyway due to the constraints.

"RM, tell me. You think we're idiots for trying to beat you this time, right?" Hyunwoo mocks, cutting off the mafia boss mid-sentence, "You think we'd send Y/N in without a disguise and expect to get a win like that. Isn't that right, buddy?"

Right on queue, you point your gun at RM, and the snipers turn the scope lights on, revealing that the other members have targets on their chests. The leader chuckles and raises his hands.

"Oh no! They have us surrounded! Can you believe this, Jin?" Sarcasm flowing from every word, you realize he's planned for far more than you expected.

Understanding RM's plans at the same time, Hyunwoo lunges toward his girlfriend, shielding her body with his. Shots sound. Groans echo through the building as bullets pierce skin, followed quickly by shuffling feet to get the wounded out of harm's way.

When the dust settles, Yunho and B.I. quickly work to treat the wounded. As B.I. removes a bullet from your right shoulder, you tell him that you hit RM clean in the leg.

"It seemed like slow motion. I watched the bullet break his skin right before the pain hit my back."

"If you're such a good shot, we should train you properly. Dunno if your husband would approve, though."

Everyone made it back safely, so you're all exceptionally happy about how smooth it went. Only you and Hyunwoo actually got hit, and, luckily, neither shot hit anything vital. You also know Bangtan didn't suffer many injuries either, which gives you peace of mind.

Once B.I. finishes dressing the wound, you meet with Yunhyeong, who won't stop thanking Hyunwoo for jumping on top of Soojin and taking the bullet. You drag him away and have him meet with Yunho, who sits on the roof with a celebratory bottle of beer.

"Hey... Thanks for helping save our daughter." Yunhyeong nervously starts, sitting in between the two of you.

"Now, Yunho, so you want to tell Yunhyeong what you told me?"

Silence falls over the group momentarily.

"Nah, I think this speaks enough." Stubbornly, he takes another swig of his drink before laying back, "I'll help my friends, even if the companies we work for are rivals."

As silence creeps in again, you decide not to push for it anymore tonight. You already have a nice victory to sit on, so you feel no need to try for another. You lay down and let your mind drift as you stare up at the stars, knowing full well that Yunhyeong will accept Hyunwoo as family, meaning Yunho will slowly become part of the family as well.

[way-veee]

yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 4

you were typing up a section of your school report that was due yesterday in the cafe attached to the building that wayv was staying at. you’d been so focused on wayv that you only started it today.

your hands felt numb from typing as you wrote paragraph after paragraph in the afternoon sun with an iced latte. then you feel a hand on your back.

“hi!” kun says smiling. you smile back, you really liked kun. he was always nice to you and the boys and he seemed fun to be around. you just wondered why he was here.

he probably saw the confusion on you face, but ignored it. “what’re you doing?” he asks casually.

“oh im working on a school report.”

he nods, “i miss school.” 

“did you.. go to school?”

 he blushes at you embarrassed.

“nonono not like that” you laugh, “im genuinely curious, when you were training did you go to school?”

“i became a trainee after i finished high school so i didn’t have too unlike most trainees.”

you nod, curious. “do you ever think you’ll want to do any future schooling?”

taken a back by your question he thinks for a moment. 

“ i’d like to get a degree in aviation or aeronautical science.”

you look at him shocked. of course idols could be smart, but for some reason the thought never occurred to you here.

“wow...” you say. “that’s so fascinating... for any particular reason? or,”

he chuckles at how surprised you were. “yeah, i’ve always been interested in aircraft and that aspect of science. i tried to start training for a plane license, but it didn’t work at the time. i think i’ll have to wait a bit before i try again.

you know that “didn’t work at the time” meant that sm didn’t let him move forward with his training and “wait a little bit” meant when he was done performing and in his forties.

you decided not to say anything else, if you could just finish your stupid school work, you’d be free to work on your “plan” that with the boys.

“what do you study?” he questions, expecting you to say journalism or english.

“archaeology and linguistics.” you reply, frowning at your hypothetical coliseum excavation report.

“whoa.” he laughs, he was not expecting you to say that. you had to be crazy smart to study archaeology. and linguistics? no wonder you knew chinese you probably knew multiple languages. you were such a mystery it was astounding.

“that’s... um...” before he can embarrass himself even more or trip over words and blush in your face, he remembers why he came to see you in the first place.

“oh, when you get a chance, we wanted to talk to you in our room.”

“sure, i can come now if that’s okay”

he nods and smiles again. so you pack up your laptop. “am i allowed to be in your rooms?” you question.

“well, not exactly. but its not like we’ve never had strangers in there. as long as the staff members don’t come in,” he stops talking and faces forward red cheeked yet again.

because you didn’t have to think too hard on what type of strangers they would let into their bedrooms.

“its okay. i’ll put my hair up in a hat and if any of them come in they’ll just think i’m winwin.”

kun laughs hysterically at this and you grin. you liked making him laugh.

when you entered one of the boys bedrooms it was like you were a convict walking into a court hearing. all of the boys sat stone faced on the beds looking up at you.

then, amidst the thick quiet you hear xiaojun yawn, then winwin punches his exposed stomach for some reason and xiaojun squirms backwards falling on ten who yells hysterically and accidentally hits lucas in the face.

while all this is happening kun doesn’t blink an eye and looks at them with an “im done with these crackheads” look and just stands beside you.

you just stand there wondering how they possibly fit that many grown men onto a single bed.

after they finish whatever they were doing they become stone faced again and you're forced back up to the podium for your trial.

“i brought her here because we decided to talk about the thing” kun says trying to jog their memory.

“what thing?” lucas asks.

“ya i don’t remember anything about that.” hendery adds.

“after the cooking show?” kun says through gritted teeth.

“what cooking show?” hendery says, actually lost.

kun blinks once, twice then pretends like hendery never spoke in the first place.

“we never really discussed the details and our managers shouldn’t be bothering us today. so we wanted to seriously talk about it.”

you nod, like these guys could be serious.

“thanks again for what you did that day,” lucas says, then looking at winwin to say the same. but he pretends not to hear and looks away.

it was fine by you, you didn’t do it for his appraisal, you did it because you wanted to.

the room falls into a kind of stale silence until xiaojun gestures to an electric keyboard resting on their table.

“we hear you can play the piano?”

you death stare ten for telling everyone but he immediately looks away like he has no idea what xiaojun was talking about.

“yes, i use to play a lot more.” 

you really don’t want to play the piano right now. it was a sensitive matter and you’d definitely be awkward.

“can you play it for us?” xiaojun asks

“oh, no i don’t think i can,”

they all start to encourage you to play saying “come on” and “please,”

the piano falls in your lap and you try to protest as they turn it on. your face gets really hot because of this stressful situation. but then you all hear a knock on the door.

“boys? are you in there?”

fear enters everyone's eyes as the manager knocks on the door.

you thought that they weren’t supposed to be here today.

“uuuh just wait a second i’m naked!” yangyang yells.

you look over confused, “ you could’ve just asked him to wait”

before he has time to protest ten grabs you by the arm.

“we have to hide you now!”

“where?”

“i’m just coming to drop off lucas’s jacket he left, and i also wanted to discuss the fan meet  details!” 

“quick!” kun yells, shoving you under the white sheets of the bed closer to the window. as the manager walks in.

“here can i just leave it on the chair?” the manger questions, wondering why ten was lying vertically across the bed.

“um, okay. about the fan meet, the bus schedule has changed to 45 minutes earlier so be ready to leave in the lot at around 9:20.”

he keeps talking about their fan meet details as you majorly overheat under their thick covers. it didnt also help that ten was lying on your stomach literally crushing the air out of your body.

the manager finally leaves after what feels like an eternity and you gasp for air, sitting up.

“aagh!”

they all laugh at you with your messy hair and red face.

“did you really have to lie on my stomach?” ten looks innocently up at you after he rolls down to lie on your upper legs.

“hey i think i did a good job, he didn’t seem to notice anything.”

you stick your tongue out at him in revolt and he tries to grab it so you try to wrestle his hands down to his chest. after you somehow managed to push his hands down, you lean down on his chest as he coughs hysterically.

bet he didn’t like how that felt very much.

the boys were looking at you weirdly. so to break the silence you suggest, “why don’t we finish this in my room? staff members can’t just barge in because i am,”

“not an idol?” yangyang suggests.

“not worth their attention?” winwin adds

“you’re a laaady?” xiaojun says.

“you’re a ghost, like in the sixth sense, where it’s just in the boy’s head, but you’re simultaneously in all of our consciousnesses.” hendery says.

“how come i can touch things then?” you say lifting up ten’s limp arm and then letting it fall back down.

“well... you’re the kind of ghost that has an actual form and..” he trails off and you slowly say,

“ok.... well anyways let’s go there and we can discuss that more later?”

the boys get up and walk outside to enter your room.

you sit on your chair to let the seven boys take the bed. they inspect your room closely.

“wow your room is like way worse than ours.” lucas states looking disgusted around.

“ya you definitely got tricked, this must be a joke.” kun laughs looking at your small quarters.

“umm y/n?” yangyang says while pointing to a white lacy bra you had left on the ground at the foot of your bed.

“oops” you say slightly embarrassed. you go over and put it in your suitcase facing away from them purposely.

“okay,” kun says slightly blushing as well. “now for the details.”

you nod earnestly waiting.

“we want you to write an article about our mismanagement. its okay though, you can do it under a fake name so you won’t be fired, and we’ll give you all the information.”

“we need someone that’s good at writing to make the article readable.” lucas adds.

you laugh for about 30 seconds, and the boys wonder if they said something funny.

“you’re big plan is to write a strongly worded article?”

“well,” ten says. “it would technically be you writing the article.”

“I was going to write a strongly worded article anyways...”

“oh..” xiaojun says defeated. 

“i had something better in mind” you smirk.

they look at you in surprise, you had thought of them.

“do you guys have access to your albums drive on the producers computer?”

“sure” kun replies. “they give us some previews of beats and backtracks for our lyrics. also while yangyang was trying to download animal crossings on a company computer he downloaded a hidden file with the passwords for all sm music producers accounts.” kun glares at yangyang remembering that time.

“what? I didn’t meddle with anything, I could’ve easily adlibbed on sunny side up, but I didn’t because I’m responsible...”

everybody just looks at yangyang for a few seconds before returning to the conversation.

“what i’m suggesting, is you guys make the title track that you’ve always wanted too. do whatever you want, make an amazing track and right as the other title song is about to be released and sent for album production. you switch it out.”

“i don’t know...” winwin states, “wouldn’t they figure it out if they previewed the songs, then we’d be in big trouble.”

“no,” ten says back. “if you’re on the laptop you could just change the file name of the new track to the one they want us to release, and it’d be a single encryption for the producers.”

“how do you know this?” lucas replies.

“yeah you’ve never taken any computer classes hyung.” xiaojun replies.

“hey, we do things a little differently over in thailand. you need to be good a whole bunch of things.” 

“literally one of the only videos that we have of you in thailand is with red spiked hair rapping baby by justin beiber.” hendery yells at ten.

ten’s ears turn red immediately as he yells “okay but i also learned a lot about computers there too!”

“i think you just like to watch a lot of porn on company laptops.” lucas says. 

the boys break out into laughter as ten just slowly nods in agreement.

“do you guys like the idea? we can start working on it right away and I can also release an article on the song so the producers cant recall it.”

“okay.” kun says looking at wayv. “should we do this.” he looks at the others and you feel very out of place so you get up to leave.

“where are you going?” xiaojun asks softly.

“oh, i was just gonna give you guys a minute.” 

the boys look up at you with big round eyes.

“but we want you here.” yangyang says.

“yea, you’re apart of this too y/n, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this.” kun says smiling. 

you feel a large swell of emotions in your stomach at the boys kind words, you sit back down.

“we’re gonna do this.” ten says totally serious.

“we’re gonna do this.” they all respond back nodding.

“yay!” you jump up, “this is gonna be so fun! i can just imagine the coverage this’ll give the article! and you guys of course too is- are important i meant to say that first...” you stopped talking for the good of everyone.

they seem to find it endearing though, as they smile.

“alright then, we’ll start as soon as we get to bejing.” winwin says.

“wait but isn’t that in four days?”

“no y/n, we leave tomorrow, did you not hear the manager, or were you too preoccupied with my big juicy butt?” ten jokes.

“please never refer to your butt as big and juicy again, it was definitely the first one.”

the boys laugh definitely thinking of ten’s butt.

“okay, this has been fun but now i have to pack so..” you say it in a way so the boys would know that they should leave.

“oh, we don’t mind.” lucas says clueless.

“yea you can pack, you really wear the same two sweaters everyday.” winwin says smiling annoyingly.

“okay out for real now, i mean it.” they all get up and leave now, filing out.

they wave to you as they leave and you shut the door promptly. wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how this was gonna end.

part 5 

[slimeyslimeyballsack]

If You Only Knew, You'd Hate Me Chapter Three

Pairing: Bucky Buchanan x OMC (Zebediah Kaskitt)

Summary: Bucky and Zebediah had a fleeting interaction years ago and Zeb has been hung up on the boy ever since. Even with his arrogant and dismissive exterior, Zeb still tries to make a connection.

Warnings: swearing, shitty parents, as per usual, bucky gets pumbled, it's bad, I guess I just hate my main characters, but wait, theres fluff, yep, hurt comfort baby

Tags: @lykenbcrn @btrmuffins @diagnosed-crazy

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Part One Part Two

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When Bucky stepped into the kitchen his mother was in her usual place at the island. What worried him was that his father was behind her chair. Bucky knew well enough to take his seat across from his mother. His father eyed him the entire time, a look of disdain on his face that was reserved specifically for Bucky. Bucky's father was better than him in every way. Taller, stronger, more handsome, smarter, and infinitely more talented. A silence hung in between the three, the kind that pulled tighter the longer you held it until you reached a point where it would be painful no matter how it was broken.

"I can't believe you. Right now, I honestly could care less if you were found dead in a ditch. In fact, that might be an improvement to our current situation."

A glob of spit landed on Bucky's face. He didn't dare wipe it off. He felt the telltale sting of his father's slap across his face, then again on the other side of his face. His father's rings digging into his cheek and brow bone. He knew there would be blood. There was always blood when his father punished him. Especially now. Last night's fresh wounds would easily be reopened.

"Stand."

Bucky did as he was told, moving far enough away from the chair to give his father room enough to be able to circle him comfortably if he wished to. Bucky would be cleaning the floors later. They were lucky the tile was brown. A white tile would be much more difficult to clean.

"You were with that fucking zombie again."

His father accentuated each word with a blow to Bucky's face.

"They are disgusting."

A fist.

"You are disgusting."

A knee.

His father's rings stamped images onto his body. They would resurface later in the form of bruises. He grabbed Bucky's wrists, nails piercing the skin.

"I thought you learned your lesson after yesterday boy."

He threw Bucky on the ground collecting the skin of his wrists under his fingernails. He slammed his foot into Bucky's back as a preventative to stop him from getting up.

"Don't lie to me boy. If you tell me you learned your lesson I don't want to see it again."

A series of kicks fell onto his back and sides. The beating couldn't have lasted more than a couple minutes, but it felt like hours. It felt like it would never end. His mother didn't participate. She merely watched, sipping her martini and occasionally checking her watch, as if this was just a slight inconvenience to her. In all likeliness it probably was.

"Stand."

Bucky again did as he was told. Any other time he would've submitted. But he didn't want to not see this zombie anymore. He wanted that kindness. He needed that kindness.

"May I speak, sir?"

His mother and father exchanged glances before he gave a curt nod.

"I wish to explain the reason I am associating with the monster."

His mother's eyebrows raised, eyes widening.

"You mean you did not wish to create a friendship with it?"

"No ma'am. Of course not. I just have him do tasks for me. He's like a servant. That's all I'm using him for. He is a filthy zombie. I would never want to be around him otherwise. I promise."

His mother looked to her husband. Being the reasonable one out of the two he had hoped that she took to what he said. She could convince his father of anything.

"You know, dear. That isn't a terrible idea. That's very resourceful of you son."

His father laughed. A rare sound coming from him. It was deep and loud. It wasn't happy. It induced no joy, hearing it. Quite the opposite. The rumble instilled a deeper fear into Bucky.

"Why didn't you say that before we taught you your lesson, boy? Now clean up and do whatever it is you do. God knows you're never home. Just be quiet; we're going to bed."

"Yes sir."

His mother and father left the room. Bucky was able to let out his breath. The first thing he did was clean the blood away from his eyes as best as he could. He made quick work with the mop, disposing of the end and replacing it once he had cleaned the pools on the floor.

_

The sounds of the night filled the air. Homemade windchimes hung outside. They didn't sound good or look particularly impressive, but they were an important part of zombie culture. Art deco in general was a huge aspect of zombie culture. They turned trash into something creative and beautiful. It decorated their houses and their lawns. It was a thing of pride. The windchimes currently jingled unceremoniously. Crickets sang their songs, exchanging melodies with the frogs and the cicadas. Although there technically wasn't a curfew the Z Patrol would still chastise zombies for being out at night so Zombietown was always quiet after sundown.

Of course, on such a beautiful night it would have to be disrupted. The sound of something hitting the chair that served as a window cover rang out. Zeb turned over, covering his head with his pillow. The metal tang continued.

"What the hell." He mumbled.

He threw his blankets off and shuffled to the window, pulling the chair off its nail. In the dirt, down by his stoop stood Zebina. She beckoned him to come down. Zebina never went out after dark. She didn't even go to mashes. Zeb didn't even think she stayed up past ten o'clock. He swung his legs over the railing and hopped into the ground.

"Bina, what are you doing here?"

"The wolves, they're having a campfire. They invited us."

Zeb wrinkled his eyebrows. Zebina, most likely sensing his confusion continued.

"We hung out while you were at your cheer stuff. So are you coming or not?"

"I- yeah."

They hurried to the outside of town where they were met by a wolf named Wynter. The two seemed close, sharing inside jokes as they made their way to and through the forbidden forest. As they approached you could hear howls and laughter. A large fire raged in the center of several wolves. Zebediah didn't love fire. He wasn't scared like some zombies, but he tended to stay away from it. Zebina, on the other hand, was fascinated; she loved fire. She went immediately toward it, greeting other wolves. She was uncharacteristically social. Zebina didn't have a lot of friends; she and Zebediah had been friends since elementary and had just stayed close. She didn't have time to make friends; she had to study. Yet, she already seemed close to them.

Now alone, Zebediah looked around, spotting a semi-secluded spot away from the fire to sit. He decided he'd wake up a little bit before joining the group. Before he got the chance, a wolf came over to him. He remembered her name was Willa. She was kind of scary, but Zeb smiled at her anyway.

"Diah right?"

"Zebediah, yeah."

Zeb moved over to allow her to sit.

"Bina talks about you a lot."

"Oh God, what does she say?"

"Bucky? That asshole?"

Zeb sighed. "Zebina doesn't understand why I like Bucky so much."

"Neither do I."

Willa raised an eyebrow. She looked bewildered. People usually were. He got side eyes whenever he called to Bucky. Zeb shifted into a more comfortable position. This would be a long conversation; he could tell.

"She doesn't pay attention. Nobody does really. I don't blame them. We're all so caught up in our own lives; we don't take the time to look at what's happening with people. Nobody looks behind the brash exterior. He's either a monster or he's a cheer god."

Willa's face wrinkled into something between anger and confusion.

"He is a monster though."

"No. He's not. He's not a cheer god either. He's just a person. A person with thoughts and feelings. A person who makes choices based on things that have happened to him."

"Don't you ever just feel like all your kindness is wasted?"

"Sometimes, yeah, but everyone deserves kindness."

Willa didn't seem happy with his answer at all.

"But he treats everyone, including you, like crap."

She stood, throwing her arms in the air and pacing.

"Kind of, but also kind of not. It's an act. Next time your around, pay closer attention to his facial expressions, to how he words his sentences. Just look closer, I implore you."

Willa stopped to look at him and chuckled.

"You're so nice. Forgiving. You're just like Wyatt." She shook her head, then looked back up at him. "I don't like Bucky, but your decisions are your own. I think whatever this is will go down in flames. I do wish you the best though, you seem like a good kid."

"I'm older than you." Zeb jested.

"I'm wiser."

"Are you though?"

Two shared a grin before Zeb thanked her.

"I am quite tired and I certainly wasn't expecting this conversation tonight, so I think I'm gonna head out."

"Do you need walked back?"

Zeb shook his head before walking over to Bina, informing her of his departure. She managed a 'later loser' before resuming her conversation. The wind was comfortable compared to the humid heat the season brought. Instead of going home, he decided to head into Seabrook.

Willa wasn't wrong. Before this week, Zeb had only his speculations to go on that Bucky wasn't as bad as he seemed. It was childish of him to hope for something more with him. But he stood by his decision that everyone deserved kindness. Especially the people who didn't get it.

He wandered for a couple minutes before he saw a familiar form. It was Bucky. He looked awful. Something was wrong.

_

He supposed adrenaline was the only thing keeping him from passing out. He staggered through the streets. The streetlights blurring together into streaks of light. The houses and trees blurring into paint strokes. He didn't know why he didn't dress his wounds before he left. He needed to get out of the house.

Bucky ran into a solid object. Zebediah.

"We have to stop meeting like this."

Bucky needed to tell him about him helping him.

"I need to talk to you."

Zebediah looked him up and down. There was worry in his eyes, the same kind that Addison gives him.

"You need to get fixed up. Come on, we have stuff at my house."

He started to walk away.

"No, I'm fine I-"

"Bup bup bup. We are going to fix you up and then you can say whatever you needed to say."

Zebediah softly grabbed his fingers, urging him to follow him. He complied.

He didn't know why he was surprised when they walked through the gate. This was where all zombies lived. Zebediah would be no different. He had been here several times before, never really looking at the scenery, just thinking about how to impress his father. It was all trash. All of it. The house they walked in was barely put together. It was such a contrast to what he was used to. Even inside of Zebediah's room it wasn't much better. Everything in it looked as if it had been taken out of the trash. His nose wrinkled when he realized most of it probably was.

He didn't complain that the bed was uncomfortable, although it definitely was. Zebediah stood in between his legs. He had rags, tape, cotton sheets, a bowl, and a bottle of alcohol.

"It's the best I can do. We don't have any antiseptic, so I'm so sorry. This is going to hurt a lot. Tell me if you need me to stop."

Zebediah cradled the back of his head, wiping the blood from his face. He was soft. The rag dusting over his skin. His eyes fluttered closed and he was calm. Nothing could happen to him.

"Grab my arm if you need to."

Bucky didn't need to grab his arm. He wasn't a baby. Then the sting came and Bucky's eyes snapped open. He squeezed Zebediah's forearm. Hard. Zebediah looked into his eyes to make sure he was okay to continue, then covered the cuts that were still bleeding.

"I need you to take your shirt off."

Bucky started to, but he struggled. He couldn't get his arms over his head. Zebediah reached to help him, grabbing the hem of the collar.

"I can do it myself."

He didn't mean to snap. He just- He didn't need anybody's help. Zebediah removed his hands. Bucky messed with it for a couple of minutes before getting it off. Zebediah began to wipe the blood off of his abdomen. He kneeled in front of him, one hand on Bucky's lap. As he assumed, there were bruises everywhere. Little stamps imitating his father's rings. It stung again. Bucky grabbed his arm. He was certain he was hurting him. Still, he didn't complain. He simply circled to his back.

"There's nothing on your legs, is there?"

Bucky shook his head. The air was freezing when Zebediah took his hand away. He handed Bucky his shirt and left to put everything away. He did feel better, not great, obviously, but better. He wasn't covered in blood. That was good.

Bucky's eyes looked to the doorway as Zebediah entered. He sat on his bed and Bucky turned so they were facing the same way.

"Who did this to you?"

Bucky didn't answer. He knew the question would come up. He wanted to answer, but he knew what would happen if his parents ever got wind of it. To be fair he'd be dead meat if his parents knew where he was right now. Before he could decide Zebediah spoke up again.

"Were you in a fight?"

Bucky shook his head.

"Was it- Was it your parents?"

Bucky didn't say anything. He didn't nod or shake his head. He just stared at his toes, hands fiddling in his lap. It was a while before Bucky built up the courage to say anything at all.

"Please, don't tell anyone."

"But we need to help you. I can't just sit and do nothing."

"Just, please."

Zebediah's face worked, but he nodded. Neither of them spoke for some time. Bucky thought about what he said earlier, and the building curiosity forced him to ask.

"Earlier, you said we have to stop meeting like this. What did you mean? How do I know you?"

Zebediah chuckled, although Bucky couldn't think of what could be funny in this situation. Was it obvious? Was he forgetting some huge event?

"A couple years ago I was out past curfew. I heard somebody knock over a trashcan."

Bucky remembered the night he was talking about, not necessarily what he had done wrong, but certainly the punishment. Thinking back on it, Bucky should have known that the boy was a zombie. He hadn't gotten a good look at his face but he had been staring at his hands. Which were gray. And his clothes, no Seabrook citizen would go out dressed like that, even at night. Even then, he still thought about that encounter every now and then. He remembered his voice. It had lowered since then but it still had that same quality. This beautiful melodic tone that sucked you in, made you listen. How in the hell had he not recognized it?

"It's getting kind of late."

Bucky stilled at the thought of going home.

"You could stay if you like."

He let himself sink back into the bed, nodding his head gratefully.

"I don't have extra blankets or anything, but you can take the bed."

Zebediah went to leave the room and Bucky panicked. He couldn't be in here alone.

"Wait," Zebediah turned to look at him. "Could you sit by me?"

His eyes widened. Bucky shied away from his gaze, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. It was his turn to be surprised when he felt the bed dip. Zebediah sat at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. Bucky hesitantly moved to sit next to him. They sat silently for a while before Zebediah started talking.

"You know, you're gonna be great someday. Not that you're not great now. You're gonna get out of Seabrook. Find a big house, probably like four bedrooms with a pool in the backyard.  You'll get a membership to the gym down the street."

It was soothing. So soothing that Bucky couldn't help but let his eyes close and his mind shut off.

_

Zebediah was in the middle of his story when Bucky fell on his lap. He pet his hair. This is why he did it, why he was so ceaselessly nice. Because you never knew what someone was hiding. Aware that his position was not the best for his back he tried to shift Bucky as best as he could into a lying position. He was going to sleep on the couch, but Bucky grabbed his arm. Zeb could've pulled away if he wanted, but he didn't want to hurt Bucky in any way. He laid on the bed, careful not to bump him. He was hyper-aware of every single move he made. He didn't want to do anything that could further injure him or make him uncomfortable.

Zeb had settled into a half-sleep when he felt an arm wrap around him. He startled awake before remembering Bucky was here. This was a dream come true. Zeb managed to settle back into a comfortable dream state.

_

Part Four

[igotyoukth]

Mornings. BTS

Masterlist

Seokjin

You were used to finding an empty spot next to you in the morning, so it startled you to see a knocked out Seokjin next to you. He was always cooking breakfast or already on the way to practice, but today he snored shamelessly. It was so weird, how he slept without any movement, but little snores filled the room. He had told you how hard practice was last night, and how exhausted he felt. So his current state wasn’t that shocking, if you thought about it. 

You decided to reward him with an amazing breakfast. Not that you were as talented as he was cooking, but you tried your best. You even googled these egg rolls, he performed so perfectly. 

“Welcome to ugly, but hopefully delicious breakfast sponsered by me,” you greeted Jin, when he entered the dining room with sleepy eyes. He rubbed his eyes, not believing what was presented on the table. 

“Yes, yes, you won’t believe me but those are egg rolls and some sausages,” you pointed at the rather sad plates. You had tried to decorate things with ketchup, but it looked more like a murder scene.

“I’ll eat well,” he said, not able to hide his smile. “You won’t eat?,” he asked when he picked some eggs. 

“No, one of us should be able to drive to the hospital,” you shook your head. You were joking, really, you just had too many bites tasting during cooking. 

“Very promising,” he laughed, but took his first bite. And immediatlely, he tilted his head and arched his brows. “It’s delicious?” 

“Hey, try to hide your shock at least.”

Yoongi 

People loved assuming things about Yoongi’s sleeping routine. How much he loved to sleep, whenevere wherever. At first, you thought like that as well. When you woke up around noon, he was asleep. But with working hours, waking up at eight in the morning, you found a wide awake boy. It wasn’t because he was a morning person, but simply because he didn’t sleep until that hour. He had his own routine, you jokingly called him a vampire. He stayed up all night working on new songs. Because the nights were quiet and inspiring. So understandingly, throughout the day he used every opportunity to catch on sleep he missed at night.

At first it was a bit tiring to get used to it, but soon you found yourself staying up late too. When he was working, you joined him and read a book, get some work done or talk about your day. You could sleep after work, if you could spend more time with him that way.

Once he confessed, that he felt like improving as he wasn’t alone at night anymore. How your voice soothed and relaxed him. He felt at ease around you, because you didn’t judge him and how he handled his life. You simply nodded and explained how much you loved his very own time-zone.

Hoseok

When Hoseok started to hug you in his sleep, you knew that this morning peace wouldn’t last long. Because once he started to move, it wasn’t long until he woke up. And then he would go to pracitice like he did every single day. His inner clock was working so perfectly, it was shocking every time. Minutes before his clock went off, he yawned and tickled your side. Then he stood up and started his day. People only saw carefree, sunshine Hoseok in him, but he was so weird in the mornings. He was so serious and disciplined with his morning routine. He walked into the bathroom and ended just in time, when you finally opened your eyes as well. 

“The sun is up, pretty one,” he said before walking out of the room. You liked to hear that sentence. He probably referred to the actual sun, but you liked to think about him being up. Your personal sun. 

By the time you dragged yourself into the kitchen, he already set the table up and started eating his toast. Until this point, every morning was the same. You were the only variable in his very monoton morning. The time spent by the table was very easy to disturb. Talking about your dream from last night, eating super slow or not being able to think of a cute outfit were your favorite options. 

And Hoseok was okay with it. You brought variety into his life, even though you made him nervous sometimes. There was no script or schedule he could follow with you. Very different from the life he lived as an idol, but very welcome.

Namjoon

You jumped awake, when loud music suddenly filled the bedroom. 

“Sorry, sorry! Go back to sleep, please, I’m so sorry!,” you heard Namjoon whisper, while trying to put the headphones back into his laptop. When he had tried to get out of bed, while working on a song, he somehow had tripped and removed the headphones. 

You were wide awake now, there was no way you could go back to sleep again. And also, he didn’t find a way to stop the song yet. He was apologizing to you, his laptop, the bed and everything else at the same time, you almost laughed at his situation. 

It wasn’t even the weirdest way Namjoon had woken you up. Once the bathroom door had fallen to the floor, when he had tried locking it. Sadly, you were used to this now and didn’t bother crying over your sleep. 

“I like the song,” you said, reaching over to him and lowering the volume on his laptop. He looked at you with puppy eyes, and thanked you. 

“What would I do without you, my morning sun,” he  said into your hair and started the song again. 

“Probably lose your hearing, I don’t know.”

Jimin

He had changed his hair color back to brown again. Like a puppy inside the white sheets, he looked so peaceful. It was a shame, that his alarm would wake him up soon. You were already awake, you did some yoga before work and waited for Jimin to wake up. 

His peaceful face changed, when he heard the ringing sound and started hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes,” his muffled voice filled the room. He was acting like a school boy, like he always did.

“Yes, that’s what I’ll tell your fans, who wait hours in the cold for you.” He immediately sat up and glared at you. He looked more like a goblin right now. “You don’t have to be mean first thing in the morning.” But eventually he stood up and walked into the bathroom. Yes, you were mean, but it was the only way to wake him up. You tried many things, just this seemed to work. Really. And he knew it as well.

Minutes later, he joined you in the kitchen and looked more like the puppy from his sleep. “What did my number one fan prepare?,” he asked you and eyed the breakfast table. It wasn’t spectecular, just some toast and some topping. And coffee. 

“Not much, sorry,” you handed him his mug. It had his face on it, from the Run era with orange hair.

“Should I dye them back?” Questioning his current hair color was as usual as drinking coffee to him. You had never met a person that greedy about hair colors.

“What did I tell you, Jimin?”

“Healthy scalp, healthy heart,” he pouted. Still, you didn’t trust him.

Taehyung

Well, technically Taehyung woke up half an hour ago. But you were pretty sure his soul was still in bed and sleeping. He sat by the table with his eyes closed, head moving in circles. You still hadn’t found a way to make him a morning person, and you tried many things. Nothing ever worked. Not even the pancakes you had prepared this morning. 

“Tae! Wake up and eat,” you almost yelled. He murmured something that sounded like thank you, and he tried finding his fork. 

That’s when an idea popped in your head. You quickly grabbed his plate and put dish soap on his pancake. You put the plate back to its place, when he found his fork. He placed his fork right into the soap soaked dessert and you anticipated his first bite. 

“You really think I’m dumb easy, don’t you,” he suddenly said and opened his eyes. He was wide awake and laughing at you. Then he took your face in a swift motion and squeezed your cheeks. You unwillingly opened your mouth, knowing what would follow.

“Eat a lot, love,” he said, forcing the disgusting pancake into your mouth. He didn’t let you go, until he was sure, that the cake touched your tongue. Then he let loose and you could pull yourself out of his grasp.

You ran towards the tap and washed your mouth. It started to bubble.

“YA! KIM TAEHYUNG! That means war.”

Jungkook

You hated it. You hated waking him up in the morning. It always started with your cute whispers, but ended with yelling at a soundproof Jungkook. He liked to call it a morning exercise. 

The funny thing was, right before you were about to lose your voice, and your mind, he woke up so peacefully, with a smile on his face and dreamy eyes. Your anger disappeared just like that. 

“You have five minutes to get ready,” you told him. 

“That’s more than I had yesterday, am I improving or what,” he said while trying to hug you and kiss your still red face. When you pushed him away, he rubbed his hair into your neck, before running into the bathroom.

At this point, you gave up on making him some fancy breakfast. He never woke up in time to eat in anyways. So you simply put some bananas on nutella bread and waited for him to rush to you.

He still found time to tell you about his plans for the day, like he always did. It motivated him, when you listened to him talk and imagine what his day would look like. He always told you, that he felt like you were watching him that way. And he tried harder and better. 

“You are only ten minutes late, love. I’m almost proud of you.”

[kurowrites]

The Sweetest Confinement - Chapter 3

AO3

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Wei Ying woke up slowly. It took her a moment to work out where she was (not her bed – not her dorm room – not home – not Lan Zhan’s dorm room – Lan Zhan! She was at Lan Zhan’s home!). But once she did, she couldn’t help but smile as she let her eyes wander over the beautiful, though ascetic interior of Lan Zhan’s rooms. Everything was quiet and Lan Zhan was not in bed; the sun was shining through the blinds, painting beautiful patterns against the walls and the floor of the bedroom. Lan Zhan must have gotten up hours ago.

Wei Ying struggled out of the all-too comfortable bed, yawning as she did, and left the bedroom. She found Lan Zhan immediately, seated at a low wooden desk, immersed in writing. She looked beautiful in the morning light, her long hair flowing down her back unrestrained, dressed in a simple white hanfu ensemble that looked neither masculine nor feminine, but rather like something that could be worn by any gender. It looked extremely good on Lan Zhan. She looked regal like this, elegant and accomplished.

As Wei Ying watched her write, Lan Zhan herself became aware of Wei Ying’s presence. She looked up, and her face softened, almost seemed to smile when she caught sight of Wei Ying.

“Good morning,” Wei Ying said, finding herself to be in a light, teasing mood. “Did you have a good rest?”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed in her usual reticent way, and Wei Ying laughed.

“I’m glad,” she answered with a grin. “After I took such good care of you yesterday.”

The tips of Lan Zhan’s ears turned bright red, and Wei Ying laughed again. God, she loved Lan Zhan’s reactions to her teasing. She couldn’t get enough of it. She had been so confident while they were doing all manners of erotic things yesterday, too. Why she was shy about it now, Wei Ying didn’t know.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” she sing-songed as she walked over to the desk. “Don’t get all embarrassed on me now!”

Lan Zhan said nothing, but she reached out for Wei Ying as soon as she was close enough, and Wei Ying willingly let herself be pulled down, seated almost in Lan Zhan’s lap. Lan Zhan’s arms found their way around her waist, and she melted against Lan Zhan’s warm skin and silky robes. Lan Zhan smelled so good, of sandalwood and something that was uniquely Lan Zhan. She wished she could bottle that smell and carry it with her all the time.

“Good morning,” Lan Zhan said quietly, and gave Wei Ying a soft kiss against her temple.

Wei Ying’s heart squeezed tightly. She snuggled closer, as close as she possibly could, determined to stick close to Lan Zhan as long as she was allowed.

“Say, dearest, most beautiful Lan Zhan,” he teased again, knowing that her words would refresh the blush in Lan Zhan’s ears. “Is there maybe some breakfast to be had for me somewhere?”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed, and reached for her mobile phone. “It will arrive soon.”

“You truly know how to get a girl,” Wei Ying replied, and gave Lan Zhan a kiss on her cheek.

Lan Zhan sent her an unfathomable look, but didn’t reply.

---

Breakfast was delicious, though rather more plain than Wei Ying was accustomed to. She amused herself by feeding pieces of fruit to Lan Zhan, who, after drawing back at first, seemed to warm up to the idea of being fed by Wei Ying rather quickly. Wei Ying loved the look on her face whenever she carefully plucked another piece of fruit from Wei Ying’s fingers, chewing it properly, swallowing, and then eyeing Wei Ying expectantly, all thoughts of eating on her own forgotten. It was both endearing and sexy at the same time.

“So, what are our plans for the day?” Wei Ying asked eventually, once they had finished their meal.

“We will study in the morning,” Lan Zhan replied. “I have promised to give a guqin class in the afternoon.”

“Oooh, are you going to show the little chicklings how it’s really done?”

Lan Zhan frowned at that. “I’m not giving classes to assert my superiority.”

Wei Ying laughed. “I know that! You’re the last person who’d ever do that. But you’re so good, the children no doubt admire your skills.”

Lan Zhan’s ears turned red once more.

“I don’t know about that,” she said humbly.

“I’m pretty sure they do. Can I watch?”

“It might be boring for you.”

“Watching Lan Zhan teach?” Wei Ying asked, putting her head into her hands and leaning forward. “I’m sure it will be very interesting.”

Lan Zhan elected not to answer. Instead, she cleaned the remains of their breakfast away and told Wei Ying to go get her books and notes, so that they could study together.

Wei Ying left Lan Zhan’s residence and returned to her own room to pick up all that she would need for a study session. As she did, she also changed her clothing, choosing something appropriately modest. She was really grateful to Lan Zhan. Not only that she had provided Wei Ying with a place to stay, but also that she seemed perfectly fine with Wei Ying sticking to her, spending time with her, distracting her with her very presence.

She tried not to think about it, but the present situation worried her. Both Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng had assured her that everyone in the family was fine, but she couldn’t be sure. Her sister had little A-Ling to take care of, and A-Ling was still so small, if he got sick… And they were all so close to where the new virus had first been confirmed. It would have been so easy to cross paths with an infected person. What if the isolation order had already come too late?

Her own thoughts were driving her mad. She was almost glad that she had no means of actually getting there, making sure that her family was okay, because she might have just tried to do so if that had been the case, lockdown or no. She would probably end up arrested.

Lan Zhan kept her thoughts from circling endlessly, and for that, Wei Ying was grateful. Lan Zhan kept her sane.

Once she had picked up everything she would need, she returned to Lan Zhan’s residence, and they studied for the rest of the morning.

Studying with Lan Zhan was excellent, and Lan Zhan was very good at keeping Wei Ying focused, if one disregarded the fact that Lan Zhan’s very existence was already distraction enough. Still, it had been so easy to fall into the habit of studying in Lan Zhan’s room rather than in her own. In Lan Zhan’s room, there were no distractions, ample snacks, and, most important of all, Lan Zhan herself. And here, seated at her desk, it was even easier. She could simply sit down and not worry about anything else, Lan Zhan right beside her, her steady presence a balm to Wei Ying’s nerves.

Eventually, Lan Zhan put her book away and told Wei Ying that it was time for lunch. They ate with Lan Huan and Lan Qiren again, and apparently, this time, Lan Qiren had come prepared. Wei Ying was showered in questions about her education, childhood, and plans for her future.

Because she was still nervous, however, she slipped up and said something that made it clear that Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan weren’t her actual parents, but her adoptive parents. As if the name wasn’t hint enough already.

Lan Qiren immediately frowned and pounced on this tidbit of information.

“You are not with your birth parents?” he asked, and Wei Ying could immediately read the tone of that voice. He was asking if Wei Ying had done something that had got her in trouble in the past.

She swallowed and tried to manage her anger.

“My parents died when I was six,” she said coldly. “I was homeless until I was nine. The Jiang family took me in because they believed that every child deserves a home, even a lice-infested, dirty, emaciated one. I am very grateful and have thought of them as my family ever since. Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

Only when Lan Zhan took her hand and carefully plied her chopsticks out of her fingers, she realized that she was gripping them hard, and her hands were shaking.

“Uncle,” Lan Zhan said, her tone severe. “That is enough.”

When Wei Ying looked up, she saw Lan Huan look at her with a shocked expression on his face. Lan Zhan and Lan Qiren, meanwhile, were staring at each other, seemingly communicating entirely through looks.

“Excuse us.”

Taking Wei Ying’s hand, Lan Zhan pulled her from her seat and left the table, the dining room, and headed back towards her own residence. She maneuvered Wei Ying into a seat there, and then sat down next to her.

Silence hung over them for a moment.

“I am sorry,” Lan Zhan eventually said. “My uncle was out of place.”

Wei Ying swallowed and tried to calm herself down.

“Haha,” she laughed hollowly. “No worries. People always wonder about that. It’s no surprise that they assume I’m a runaway or a youth offender, looking at me. Actually, I ran away a few times when I was living with the Jiang family. So technically that makes me a runaway.”

“Do not joke,” Lan Zhan said, her tone more impatient than Wei Ying had ever heard it. “It is no laughing matter. You lost your parents. You lost your home. None of these experiences are things to laugh about.”

“But if I don’t laugh–” Wei Ying swallowed again and blinked the tears in her eyes away.

She would not cry. Her parents had been dead for more than ten years already, and there was no reason to cry over her loss anymore. She hardly even remembered them at all. Why cry about something she couldn’t even remember?

“You are allowed to grieve.”

“Lan Zhan…”

“You are allowed to grieve,” Lan Zhan repeated with more insistence. “You are not required to shoulder your struggles without reprieve all the time.”

She took Wei Ying’s hand into hers, and stroked it gently.

“I will be here if you wish to unburden yourself for a while.”

Wei Ying closed her eyes. Lan Zhan was entirely serious, as she always was, and it was more than Wei Ying could bear. For a moment, she crumbled. Lan Zhan caught her. Without really realizing how it happened, she found herself stretched out, her head in Lan Zhan’s lap, Lan Zhan’s hands carefully stroking her hair.

Lan Zhan was too good to her. She was going to get spoilt, and then she would never function without Lan Zhan again.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice wobbling.

Lan Zhan hummed, and kept carding her gentle fingers through Wei Ying’s hair. It was a strange feeling. It had been many years since Wei Ying had actually felt taken care of by someone, and Lan Zhan did it so easily, so naturally, that it felt like something inside of her was shaking loose. Lan Zhan was so incredible, so good. Wei Ying felt like she was going to cry. Lan Zhan took care of her as if she wasn’t a burden.

She sighed and let herself drift for a while, calmed by Lan Zhan’s touch.

“When I was young,” Lan Zhan quietly said after a while, “we were not allowed to see our mother often. We would visit her once a month. I would always look forward to these visits. They were everything to me.”

She fell quiet for a moment, but Wei Ying said nothing, waiting with bated breath for Lan Zhan to continue. She had never heard Lan Zhan speak about her past. Wei Ying knew a lot about the present Lan Zhan, but before she came to Cloud Recesses, she had only known that Lan Zhan’s home was close to the university, and had assumed that her family was wealthy due to the way she dressed and acted – a true young lady.

Lan Zhan continued, letting Wei Ying’s hair fall through her fingers. “I was told that I would get to see my mother again if I was a good child, so I was always on my best behaviour. I wanted to see her. I wanted to be with my mother. I loved her, perhaps even more so because I was kept away from her. But one day, Uncle came and told me that there would be no more visits. I was in shock. I thought it was my fault. That she refused to see me because I had been a bad child. I waited for weeks, for months, I did everything I could to atone, to see her again. It took so long for me to understand that she had left forever.”

Lan Zhan’s voice was calm and composed as she said that, but Wei Ying could hear the undercurrent of unabated pain. She understood what Lan Zhan must have felt; how much she must have blamed herself, thinking that her mother would be there if Lan Zhan had been better. If she had done everything right. If she hadn’t been selfish.

“Are you still waiting for her?”

“Sometimes,” was Lan Zhan’s whispered reply.

Wei Ying wriggled around until she was in a position to wrap her arms around Lan Zhan’s middle, squeezing her and pressing her own face into Lan Zhan’s stomach.

“It’s not your fault, Lan Zhan,” she said. “I’m sure you did absolutely nothing wrong.”

She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she felt Lan Zhan’s breath hitch, just once.

“Thank you, Wei Ying.”

“There’s nothing you have to thank me for. I’m just speaking the truth. Lan Zhan is a very good person, there’s nothing for you to feel bad about.”

Lan Zhan traced the shell of Wei Ying’s ear with her finger. Wei Ying shivered a little, always welcoming Lan Zhan’s touch.

“I am not always a good person,” Lan Zhan said.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You are the best person I’ve ever met.”

And she meant it. Lan Zhan and she might clash sometimes, with Lan Zhan’s tendency to stick to the rules even when the rules were stupid, but Lan Zhan had a clear innate sense of justice and fairness, a caring spirit that would always stand out in any situation and in any crowd.

With a sigh, Lan Zhan detached Wei Ying from her middle and lifted her up, until Wei Ying was properly seated in front of her.

“We should continue studying. My guqin class will be soon.”

“Probably,” Wei Ying said, not really enthusiastic about the idea. “They’re probably already trying to figure out ways to punish us for slacking off. But,” she smiled a wicked smile, sticking out the tip of her tongue for a moment, “tell me, Lan Zhan, do you want me to offer a little reward tonight to make work easier?”

Lan Zhan caressed her cheek and stoop up.

“Wei Ying,” she said, and it was her warning tone again, at odds with her gentle gesture just now. “I told you I am not expecting anything.”

“But how can I figure out if I like it or not, or if I’m good at it, if I don’t try?”

“Work,” Lan Zhan said strictly, sitting down at her desk and directing Wei Ying to her seat with her eyes. “Everything else can come later.”

Wei Ying sighed. Fine, fine, she figured. She could always work on Lan Zhan later.

---

Wei Ying had been determined to try and seduce Lan Zhan into Wei Ying giving her first try at cunnilingus that evening, but it turned out that Lan Zhan was much slier than she had ever suspected her of being. She somehow artfully strung Wei Ying along, distracting her with the guqin class, dinner, and other things until it was suddenly bedtime. Lan Zhan dressed Wei Ying in one of her own deliciously soft and silky pyjamas, tucked her in, and went to sleep herself. Wei Ying only realised far too late how excellently Lan Zhan had in fact played her.

She had wanted to have fun! And figure out if Lan Zhan would go just as wild when Wei Ying put her tongue to good use. Instead, she found Lan Zhan lying next to Wei Ying, Wei Ying’s head carefully tucked under her chin, her arm around Wei Ying’s waist, and out like a light. Disappointment didn’t even begin to describe Wei Ying’s feelings.

She was nervous, of course, because there were so many things that she had no experience with, so many things that she still didn’t know, had never had the chance of learning. But she had Lan Zhan with her. That changed everything. Lan Zhan wouldn’t make fun of her or laugh when she bumbled along, and she certainly wouldn’t be unkind. Lan Zhan would be patient.

To be able to experience these things with Lan Zhan for the first, she could think of no better person to share the experience with. She wanted it to be Lan Zhan. Always.

With a sigh and a promise to herself that isolation had only just begun, and more opportunities of the erotic kind would arise in the future, she let herself fall asleep in Lan Zhan’s arms. She had never slept better than there, safe in the knowledge that Lan Zhan was with her.

[thealternateuniverse]

Mr. Brownstone (Slash) Part I

It's been a month of craziness here in the island. I love the place, if only I could live here forever.

A lot  changed during our stay here like Katherine got knocked up by Steven, their affair started the night when Axl beaten up Slash and then that's it they are expecting a baby. We don't know what's the real score but Steven seems to care.

The band is on off tour that's why they are staying here and working on some new music too.

"Wes I didn't know you can cook?" I turn off the stove wipe my hands on my apron.

"Too bad, they didn't give me a chance to cook here."

Charlie is here in our place (that I share with Slash) for lunch. Axl and Slash went to L.A yesterday to attend some matters Charlie is feeling alone in their place so she is here.

I can see that they are so happy together especially Axl, he seems in a good place now. We also found out that they had a sex tape, the one Axl and Slash were fighting last month.

I don't know how Charlie handled the scandal but by the looks of it it didn't bother her.

"I just miss him." Charlie pouted. She is talking about  Axl. They were inseperable.

"They will be back tonight for sure."

I assured her. Slash said they won't be long.

"Yeah they better be cause I can't bear everytime I hear Steven and Kath fucking." We both laugh.

Now I know why Slash loves her.

She is bold and never backs down but she is dense and too inlove with the other guy.

I know that rock n roll involves drugs, I just never thought that it already get the best of some. I've seen paraphernalias in the bathroom and I know Slash is doing shots I just hope he won't take it too far. He's always high, I even wonder how does he deal with me or us everyday in that state.

"So how do you deal with Slash? He's the second one I wanted to kill after Axl."

We are in the Patio eating our lunch together.

"We're going along fine. He's funny and....well interesting."

Charlie looks at me unbelievably. "Ohh nice one even though he is a pain in the ass."

That's because he loves you.

Slash was high and drunk one time, he thought I was Charlie and just confessed to me his feeĺings. I was shocked at first cause Axl and Charlie is together now. The next day he didn't remember a thing but everytime he is drunk he keeps mumbling about Charlie. I wish I had a reason to hate Charlie because she is one of the reasons why Slash can't just stop the heroine and coke, but it is Slash's choice to fuck up his life. It just scares me that one day we'll find him dead in this place.

I care about Slash you know.

"He is really nice. If he is not just high always I think he is the most stable in the band." Charlie and I both laugh at my remark.

"I think you two will be a good pair." I almost choke to what she said. If she only knew that the guy loves her.

"Nah. I don't think so. Plus he likes someone already."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Why the hell he didn't tell me this?" Because it's you.

It was around 4 when Charlie went back to their place and I was left here alone again. I went to my room and retrieve one of Slash's bottle of Jack.

The villa is dead silent and it will be boring if I will drink alone so I bother the next door. Izzy's and Aimee.

Aimee is crazy is as everyone, just break in a little to her bubble and you'll see that side of hers.

"Too early for drink eh?" Aimee is the one who opened the door.

"I'm bored." She rolls her eyes.

"Come in."

She led me inside her place, I found Izzy in their living room strumming some chords in his guitar.

"Hey Iz, be a good friend and let's have some drink."

I sat on the single couch across him.

"God I am here in this place cause I want to lay off some booze so spare me."

I rolled my eyes and Izzy continued playing his guitar.

"Bummer."

Aimee went back with a glass and a coke. While Izzy left us and went to Aimee's room.

"Err- that's the first time." I said when he closes the door of Aimee's room.

"I don't understand him sometimes." Aimee shrugs off. I guess it's just Izzy's time of the month.

We shared the bottle of Jack Daniels and we drink our asses off until it is empty. I'll crash here later when I'm too drunk to get to my place.

Aimee keeps cracking corny jokes but I also find it funny.

"Shit this is so unlady like of us." Aimee said while wiping her tears from all the laughing.

"I have something for us."

She drunkenly stood up and pick out something from her bra.

"Ta daaaa."

I think I sobered up when I saw the cocaine and the fancy straw.

"What the fuck? Where did you get that?"

She swayed the object as if it's the most magical thing in the world.

"Well don't tell Izzy. I saw him doing this and you know why not try some."

Aimee hiccuped. She put down the drug on the table.

"God Aimee. Is this even legal?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh we are in some remote island as if the cops will patrol here." Aimee made some line of the coke on the table and started snorting. I put my palm on my face. What are we getting into?

Aimee wipes her nose after and handed me the straw. "Your turn."

I look at the straw and hesistated.

"Fuck you Aimee."

I took the straw from her leaned down and tried snorting this white substance that is about to change my perspective of life.

"Yay!" Aimee jumps from her seat and bounce on the sofa. Damn she is already high.

I wipe my nose and stop myself from sneezing. I almost sneeze. The drug started it's effect. I feel dizzy all of a sudden, hell I could even hear my heart hammering down to my ribcage. It also started to feel hot and I could see fairies. Fucking fairies.

"Wes!! Wes!"

Aimee's words echoed to my ears, Jesus! Even Aimee has wings.

"Aimee you have wings! You have fucking wings!"

God this feel so good. Am I in fairytopia? Everything smells fruity and feels fluffy.

"Shit! We need to fly Wes! We're fucking flying!"

Now I know what Slash feels.

-

Izzy's POV

I heard a thud and some breaking outside. The two must be drunk already their laughter said so and I can't fucking concentrate on the technicals I'm doing. Axl wrote a song, me Slash and Duff are already working on the technicals but the two women outside is making it impossible because of their chattering.

Another crashing came from outside and I stop what I'm doing. That's it. They haven't eaten dinner yet the two of them are drunk already.

I unlocked the door and checked them in the living room, my eyes widened when I saw how messy it is but one thing caught my attention.

"Where the fuck did you get that?"

There were excess of cocaine on the table, it's a lot and a straw and already four bottles of Jack Daniels. Where the fuck did it came from? I thought they only drink one?

"Izzy, Izzy so easy!" Wesley sing songed. She look so fucking high and drunk. Her pupils are dilated and made her eyes all green.

"Wes, he had wings too! Fuck! It's the fairy godfather!"

Aimee caught me off  guard when she lounge her self to me causing us to fall on the floor.

"Jesus Aimee!" I held her waist to get her off me but the woman is heavy and stubborn.

"Aims! I'm flying to the sea!"

Wesley jumped from the couch and ran outside in her drunken state. God forbid what if she will get into the sea it's dark already.  Slash will kill me.

I helped Aimee first and made her sat on the couch. "Aimee. Stay here."

She nodded slowly and I ran after Wesley.

-

Axl and Slash just got back from L.A. and the place is awfully quiet. It's over dinner time so Wesley must be with the other girls, Slash thought . But he is wrong because she is running towards the beach and Izzy is after her.

Izzy look like he's chasing after his chicken escaped. Wesley probably didn't saw him and ran past him with Izzy yelling behind. He wanted to laugh because they look childish plus Izzy don't play childish games.

"Damn it Slash! She's high and she wants the beach fucking chase her!"

It didn't take him time to think about what he said and ran after Wesley who is already sprinting to the beach

"Wesley!!!" 

Slash managed to keep up with her and got her before she could step into the water. They both stumble and fall to the sand.

"Jesus I thought she's gonna drown."

Izzy also came running after him.

"A-aww!" Wesley remained lying on the ground but Slash pick her up and carried her bridal style to their place with Izzy following behind.

He place her on her bed and went back to Izzy who is waiting on the living room.

"What happened Iz?"

He is suddenly curious what they did the whole day that end up Izzy chasing her.

"They were drinking then they were snorting."

His eyes widen. He think he heard Izzy wrong. "What the hell?"

Izzy shook his head. "I think Aimee sneaked some from me then they used. I swear Slash it was a lot."

Damn these women gave Izzy a mini heart attack. He don't know if they already tried before but thank the heavens no one is dead and he is slightly pissed because Wesley is high. 

"You should take care of Aimee Iz. I'll handle Wesley."

Izzy's eyes widen. "Shit I forgot the other one! Goddamn these women."

Izzy ran back into their place. Maybe this is the reason why he didn't drink today and miraculously sober. He don't know how Wesley handles him when he is drugged up but he always woke up harmless.

Now he had to deal with her. He went back to her room and found her sitting on the floor.

"Wes, you okay?"

He asks. Wesley look up to him and held her both arms up.

Slash help her stand. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

She ran into the bathroom and vomits on the toilet bowl. Slash followed her.

Wesley is hugging the bowl as if her life depends on it. He helped her by massaging her back and held some of her hair that comes in the way.

"I'm not drinking again." She mumbles before puking again.

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Izzy." He clenched his jaw and stop himself from speaking.

Wesley stopped puking and leaned on him passed out.

"Hey pumpkin. We gotta clean you up first before sleeping."

He taps her cheek lightly but Wesley is dead at her feet.

Slash has no idea how to take care of a woman when drunk. It's always women who takes care of him when he is drunk and high.

"Shut up Slash! Go to Bed." Wesley mumbles.

Slash grins. This woman had no idea what she got herself into. Coke always fuck you out.

"Yeah I'll go to bed. But you need to clean yourself first."

Wesley leaned away and stand up. Slash thought she's gonna fall but the woman lie down on the bath tub.

"Fuck. Help me." This is a long night for Slash.

[nikatyler]

Oooh boy. Why do I feel like I should go straight to the replies, or else I will start talking about having a crush again? No one cares, I’m annoying, I’m sorry. Yesterday around midnight, I actually caved and told my best friend because I just couldn’t keep my feelings to myself any longer, and I was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. I didn’t want to tell her at first because we kinda tend to turn this kind of stuff into jokes, but I guess she did figure out that this time, it’s serious serious - THERE WE GO I’M OVERSHARING AGAIN I AM AN IDIOT. Anyway did I mention I love her? I don’t deserve her. She’s the best, you guys don’t even know her but I just wanted to give her a little shoutout because damn, thanks for yesterday, I thought I would explode. Also, she has an important exam in a week, so if you could send positive vibes her way, that would be great.

By the time you’re seeing this replies, I think I’m playing with Realm of Magic. I’m so excited! Last time I bought a pack on release day was with Seasons. I’m not sure who I will play this with yet. Maybe with Lucian and his girlfriend. I really hope you can somehow turn an alien into a spellcaster, even if that means he’d no longer be an alien. I don’t mind that. Whoops, hold on, was that a spoiler? Yeah, uh, Lucian is a teenager in my game at the moment, he has a girlfriend and he’s not very alien-y and I don’t care about that. Honestly…when have my aliens ever been alien-y? Miracle was the only one and she hated that (and 2019 Ronnie hates that she hated that but 2017 Ronnie didn’t know any better, long story).

Witches are something I’ve wanted in this game for a long time, so they better be good or else I’ll cry. Next up…I know everyone wants university, and I think we’ll get it, but to be fair, I don’t care about it that much. I’ll be playing university irl so I guess that makes sense. 😂 I would really like something like a band game pack, where you can form a band and have concerts and write music and…just do musician stuff, I guess. I was hoping bands would be added in Get Famous but nah, it was pretty much just acting…which I still haven’t explored. 🤦‍♀️ But yeah, band game pack is like my dream. I’m guessing it could be retro themed too, and have many references to some iconic bands?? Imagine if it was like 70s-80s inspired. Imagine THE HAIR. Did I mention I will defend weird 80s hair until the day I die? Yeah. I would really love that. I’m not saying I think a pack like this will happen, but it would be an absolute dream if it did.

TL;DR: I have a crush, I’m playing Realm of Magic and I want a band themed game pack.

autistichatkid replied to your post “Oh wow guess who’s putting nsb on long lifespan because even though…”

psa: you can use mccc to customize lifespan length!!! i dont like how fast normal goes but long is like. So Long. so i use mccc to make everything just a Lil Longer

I know you can do that, I don’t know how but it’s possible, yes! I’m not sure if I want to go for that though, I mean MCCC breaks with almost every update and knowing me, I would forget to fix my settings every single time. I think I’ll just use ea’s long lifespan and then age up people when I feel like aging them up.

desira-sims replied to your post “hey years ago you said you liked symphonic metal, do you still listen…”

Care to share some of your favorites? I’ve been in a music listening mood but feel in a rut.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “hey years ago you said you liked symphonic metal, do you still listen…”

I also don’t listen to e. g. often nowadays and… Their latest album was not my cup of tea except for song or two. And my music preference is now “whatever pleases my ears” even if it will make anyone else’s ear bleed��

Yeah sure, I can share my faves from 2-3 years ago! I’m not saying “from the genre” because I know some of these aren’t that symphonic, at this point it’s all a blur to me, to be fair. Besides, I stopped caring about genres, so…yeah. Just pointing that out so no one comes for me like “how dare you say band xy is that genre”. 

Anyway, 2-3 years ago I really loved Nightwish, Within Temptation and Sonata Arctica, those were like my holy trinity, I would listen to them all the time, every single day. The latest WT album wasn’t really my cup of tea, I like their older stuff way more. SA released a new album last week, I kinda liked it but it wasn’t love at first listen. I’ll have to go back to form an opinion on it. Again, their older stuff is better in my opinion. Nightwish…I don’t know if it’s still going on, but people really liked comparing the three different singers they’ve had, and I don’t know why, I think they’re all amazing in their own way. I believe I’ve read on Instagram that new album is coming next year and I’m so excited for that. I don’t think there’s a Nightwish album I disliked.

I also really liked Delain and…Stratovarius, I think it was called? One summer I also listened to Epica a lot, but then all their songs started sounding the same to me. Sorry to any Epica fans that might be following me 😅 And I’m fairly sure I’m forgetting someone, but I believe there should be playlists on Spotify easy to find.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Updates”

Unfortunately I didn’t manage to create a possible spouse(( but I hope there’ll be other possibilities!XD

And good luck!

There definitely will be! Lately, I kinda hate every sim I create, sooo…I’ll leave that for someone else :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “That morning, when Vanessa was leaving for work, I had a bad feeling….”

I don’t like this!

I didn’t think this would freak people out so much…but it did…and I’m really sorry :D

1o8percent replied to your photoset “Roxanne: Maybe if I go to bed, it’ll just come to me in a dream. I…”

I’ve definitely had story ideas come to me in a dream. I got several ideas for my completed legacy that way, so good luck Roxanne!

When I’m writing something late at night and I get stuck, it actually helps me to turn off the computer and go think about the story in bed. And ta-da, I suddenly get ideas! Some of them get lost as soon as I fall asleep, but usually the right direction stays in my head and I’m ready to pick it up as soon as I sit down to write again.

igglemouse replied to your photoset Roxy, the interaction said “feel tummy”, not “take the baby out of…”

She just can’t wait to meet her new sibling XD

That’s actually terrifying D:

brightlysimming replied to your post “I got a hug from a girl I barely know and now I’m emo, I already love…”

Aa!! That’s so great! I’m happy you had a good time!!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “I got a hug from a girl I barely know and now I’m emo, I already love…”

Congratulations! I hope you’ll have fun there! ��

I’m still not over that last weekend. Everyone was so nice and kind and fun and I loved talking to these people so much, uni will be great with them ;-; 

The best surprise to me was that there was this person, and they would come to me a few times and ask if I wanted to hang out with them away from the drunk crowds?? (we’re Czech, of course 95% of people who went to that trip got drunk in the evening -_- :D) And that was just so nice? I’m not used to people wanting to hang out with me. Also, we had great time together, if they called now I would quit everything to hang out with them :D

I’m about to start crying again. To all you lonely people struggling out there, trust me, it gets better, you’re not always going to be lonely and miserable. I thought that would be my case, but nope, things are starting to look better. And they will eventually start looking better for you too, I just know it. Don’t give up <3

lilleputtu replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

she’d look so cute with short hair! also it’s the sims, she can insta regrow it it’ll be fiiiiine

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

One of the best things I ever did was put Cassandra Goth in a pixie cut. Doooo eeeet.

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

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deathflowertea replied to your photoset “*whispers* guys i wanna chop sunset’s hair off”

1 & 4 are ��

I think it’s official, we’ll be chopping Sunset’s hair off, yay!

desira-sims replied to your photoset “Meet the Teens! These guys will join my two girls, Crystal and…”

School and real life comes first, but I’ll be excited to see these simmies pop up when the time comes. ��

So am I! I’m not sure what to do right now. I want to play RoM, but when I come back to my NSB…do I finish Sunset’s generation requirements first, or do I just slowly start throwing these teens in? Kind of like I started working on Ross’s aspiration when it was technically still the Mint gen. Eh, I’ll figure it out.

tashsim replied to your post “URL Song Tag”

have to get up at 5:30 for a next month. feel your pain..

That’s not great D: I think I’d have to do that too, if I wasn’t moving to a dorm in Prague later this month. Spending so much time on the train and having to wake up so early would kill me.

elisabettasims replied to your post “Ahh, of course. I kinda forgot that I would get tan in summer, today I…”

I feel this on a personal level.

I kinda never had to deal with this before because I’ve been using foundation only for a year or so. And I’m fairly sure I’m using a lighter one now, because I definitely didn’t feel like a vampire last September :D

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Scarlett: “I saw you helped extinguish the flames too.” Talia: “I…”

talia… wyd

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Scarlett: “Well, uhh, you didn’t mess up, so…” Talia: “I’ll stay, but…”

TALIA… WYD

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Meanwhile the contestants who have nothing to worry about gathered…”

talia you might be safe this time but you definitely should NOT be thinking you have nothing to worry about after… Earlier

I hate how this turned out D: I’ve noticed that sims in my game aren’t fond of the “enthuse about…” interactions. And then it ruins things like this.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Madeleine: “Yes! Did you see that? Today must be my lucky day!”

Don’t boast too much, love!

She’s really doing great though! Maybe she didn’t make the best first impression, but she’s been working really hard ever since.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been…”

What’s the name of the song? I love everything connected to fireXD

It’s “We Didn’t Start The Fire” by Billy Joel! Warning: It’s super catchy.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “I absolutely fell in love with these cute pants some time ago but I…”

I think I will overuse these pants now:D So thank you for introducing them in the first place:D And for shoutout!

I was glad to help! And… I remember those girls!

Thank youuu! I’m a “high waisted everything” kinda girl, so of course I had to recolour these so I could use them even more often. And I’m glad that I’m not the only one, I mean, the reblogs and likes on this post are insane.

And yay, glad you remember them! Juliet and Amber were easier to recognize, I guess, but the other two, Lily and Lavender…I haven’t posted them too much, ever. I forgot how pretty they were *-* I will definitely use them as my models for recolours and stuff.

dandylion240 replied to your post “I didn’t expect to come up with a whole backstory for Caleb and…here…”

I like your ideas for him though

Thank you so much! I’ve been seeing him on my dash a lot lately, so it’s kinda weird seeing like three different versions of him at once, especially when someone makes him do things my version of him would never do :D

whysimstho replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

#5 Sunset signs here dad up for Simdr #6 it’s lit

1o8percent replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

I’m intrigued by the last one.

desira-sims replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

I don’t approve of the second one. No tears! I’ll gladly take more of the 4th and get the feeling she’s a little tired of seeing it all the time. Fire is also bad, but I guess the conversation was to good to stop. And that last one. Oh that’s great.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “There you go…some gen 3 moments with no context. Good luck figuring…”

Why is Ross crying? Nothing better have happened to Caleb

*evil laughter*

I love how you guys assume the worst. I mean, I’m not surprised. I tend to accidentally kill my sims a lot this year. Well, you’ll find out very soon what is actually going on in these!

Also, just a side note, that child in picture #4 is Lucian and he’s not a girl, but I will admit he looks like one (and I’m fairly sure he knows that too and is okay with that, I mean, if he didn’t want to look like that, he’d beg for a haircut), so no worries. Just throwing it out there.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Oh, try to do Salim Benali!”

Aw he looks adorable! It makes me love him even more,

elisabettasims replied to your post “Oh, try to do Salim Benali!”

Salim is hard because he’s already pretty good looking, etc. He’s the dad of one of my sims who I did a BC with and founded my legacy on her, LOL(Anissa Hoffmann, she has her mom’s last name). Though I guess REALLY Salim and her mother are the founders but, I didn’t start a legacy until after her BC.

I agree, he’s definitely one of the few miracle townies who don’t need fixing.

Also, thank you!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Ugh, I hate this already. Can I go back to being an adorable evil…”

You can be an adorable evil child instead!

Oh, she will be.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Gwyneth: “Ready to age up, sweetie?” Avery: oh mum you bet”

Why is Gwyneth so cute I can’t even describe it!

Her cute face is the only reason why I thought “well, I could try a BPR I guess…”

Seriously. I’ve never really cared about berries, I’ve always prefered vanilla sims and berries were just something I created in cas from time to time and then never touched again. I still prefer vanilla sims and kinda doubt I’ll ever start another berry save.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Right…so now you’re a middle aged mum with a midlife crisis and a…”

I HATE THAT STUPID HAIR AND HOW IT SHOWS UP ON EVERYONE WHEN THEY AGE UP. *coughcough* Sorry. Had a bad flashback seeing that.

I hate it so much too! But actually, wanna hear a deep dark secret? I once used it on a sim…unironically. Like I actually thought it was cute.

I was 11 though, so that makes it okay, I think. I hope.

[goodmythicalshipping]

As Much of Me as I Am of You (2/3)

Hello again, folks! I hope y’all enjoyed the first installation of my first-ever fanfic yesterday morning! As promised, here is part two. :) The final chapter goes up tomorrow!

Summary: Hours before they’re supposed to embark on the first date of their live tour, Link finds himself coming to terms with his newfound adoration toward his lifelong best friend. The next morning, the two simultaneously discover the real meaning of having an “out of body” experience.

<< Chapter One / Chapter Three >>

After cramming all of their belongings into Link’s car, the pair drove off in the direction of their tour bus parked on the other side of town. The drive was replete with debate about how they would carry on with the tour, as well as their personal lives, after experiencing the newfound obstacle of swapping bodies. There were suggestions of postponing or cancelling the whole tour, or even going to a psychic or a hospital for help, none of which sounded particularly satisfactory. As Rhett continued to try and cool Link down, Link couldn’t help but worry about what would happen to them.

How would this affect their performance tonight, and every other night of the tour? They didn’t have much time to try and figure something else out after rehearsing for so many days. How long would they be stuck like this? Would they even be able to change back at all? Link tried his best to recall the timeline of events that occurred in Freaky Friday, which he had watched with his daughter Lily at home about a week prior. He had little faith that the Disney flick would provide him with any real-life insight, but he had to do something. He suddenly remembered something about “selfless love,” which made him nauseous. They hadn’t argued about anything recently, so that must mean…

Great. Not only did they have to find a way to switch back into their own bodies, but that way might involve Link confessing his feelings to his best friend of three and a half decades. He tried to see any other way around the problem, but that was the only thing that made any logical sense to him in these completely illogical circumstances. Rhett must’ve noticed the puzzled look on Link’s face, because he swiftly spoke up.

“Y’alright, bo?” Rhett asked, sporting a concerned look on his face. Link had to admit: although it was technically his own face he was looking at, Rhett still looked adorable with his eyebrows knitted like that.

“Yeah, as alright as I can be in this mess, I guess,” Link replied honestly.

“We’ll find a way out of this,” Rhett reassured him. “We always do. We’ve made our way out of some pretty tough situations in the past there, buddy roll.”

“As tough as trading bodies?” Link snickered.

“Okay, maybe not that tough, but y’know what I mean. We’ll get through this,” Rhett smiled at him. Link felt his belly do a somersault at that, feeling his face getting warmer. Crap, he really had it bad, didn’t he? They had to figure out something fast, not just for the fans but for Link’s own sake as well. The two of them kept up their cordial conversation as they exited off the highway.

--

“Just act natural,” Rhett warned Link, making a point to punch every word he spoke as they approached the bus with their belongings in hand.

The two greeted their crew members, who were waiting for them in the parking lot. Regretfully, they decided to lie to the group, explaining that Link had a sore throat and Rhett had somehow injured his hand while packing the night before, thus rendering them both unable to perform. Therefore, they collectively decided that they would perform their songs with backing tracks, at least just for the night. It wasn’t what they wanted to do, but what other choice did they have? Link couldn’t play guitar or piano, despite being in Rhett’s body, and the same applied for Rhett on recorder. At the very least, it would bide the pair some more time while they figured out a plan of action.

“So what’re we gonna do about th-,“ Link said to Rhett, before Rhett clasped a hand over his mouth, silencing him.

“Shhh! D’ya want the whole neighborhood to hear ya?” Rhett exclaimed as they boarded the bus, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. Luckily, no one was close by enough to overhear. Link spoke muffled words into his hand, batting it away once they sat down.

“Geez, man. Sorry I care,” Link provoked. “S’gonna be about a five-hour drive to Vegas. Y’wanna do anything to pass the time?”

Rhett looked around the bus, searching for things to keep them busy. If he was being honest with himself, the idea of being stuck in an enclosed space with Link for the next few hours was a bit daunting to him. Sure, they had spent their entire lives together up until this point, but something struck a chord in him recently that he couldn’t avoid, even if he tried. He suddenly found himself inexplicably thinking about his bespectacled friend more often, usually when he was left alone with his thoughts. Rhett guessed it made sense that this might happen, having known each other for their entire lives. He felt this burning sensation within him to be with Link all the time, being near Link, holding Link… kissing Li-

Rhett found himself being abruptly shaken out of his reverie by the man sat next to him.

“Hello? Earth to Rhett!” Link stated, quickly going wide-eyed and covering his mouth once he realized what he just said. He hoped no one in the main cabin of the bus was able to hear them behind the closed doors of the back lounge.

“Careful, man!” Rhett warned. “If we’re gonna get through this smoothly, we can’t have any slip-ups! This is between you and me and nobody else. Y’have to be as much of me as I am of you to bypass any conflict, got it?”

“Pretty sure that didn’t make grammatical sense, but I got it,” Link joked, earning a playful shove from Rhett. “As long as I don’t call ya by your name again, we’ll be in the clear. I know ya like the back of my hand.”

“Isn’t ‘Call You by Your Name’ that French movie or something?” Rhett asked.

“I think so,” Link laughed. “Never seen it. Speaking of movies that we’ve never seen… wanna watch Freaky Friday?”

Rhett then smacked Link in the face with the nearest pillow, reaping even more laughs that made Rhett’s body tingle all over with devotion for his friend. Nonetheless, he agreed and the two found themselves leaning into each other’s sides as they scrolled through Netflix and tuned into the movie on the back lounge TV.

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He didn’t know exactly when they had fallen asleep, but Rhett awoke to a combination of the film’s ending credits song and Link snoring on his shoulder next to him. As he turned his head to look down at his friend, being ever so careful not to wake him, he couldn’t help but notice the cute expression Link had displayed on his face. It was also a bit odd, considering he was really staring at his own face, but Link had a very distinctive “asleep” face that he was somehow able to convey even while he was stuck in another person’s body. He watched the younger man sleep, observing how his chest expanded and sank with each breath.

Rhett continued to stare at his agape mouth for a few minutes more, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks. If he wasn’t currently in possession of Link’s body, he would lean down and kiss him right in that moment. Rhett would be lying if he said he didn’t notice himself trying everything to get closer to the other man at every instance he could in recent months. It had just become a natural event at this point. He had always thought Link was pretty since childhood, but never thought of him as more than a friend until they began filming this past season of GMM. It frightened him to no end, not only because it made him question his sexuality but because this was his best friend – he couldn’t risk everything they had created together over the last 30+ years just to appease his own self-indulgent desires.

Suddenly, Link sprung awake, startling both himself and Rhett. Rhett looked at him bewitchingly as Link yawned, stretching his arms over his head.

“What time is it?” Link asked sleepily, making Rhett’s face redden.

“S’about noon,” Rhett replied.

“Am I still you?”

“Afraid so,” Rhett lamented, to which Link grumbled. “We should probably join the others in the main area before they think we’re dead.”

Before Link could answer him, the lounge door slid open to reveal Stevie standing on the other side.

“Mornin’, sleepyheads,” she teased. “…am I interrupting something?”

Both men flushed at this statement, not-so-subtly scooting apart from each other, which made the blonde girl chuckle.

“Fancy some lunch? I think one of the guys packed us some sandwiches,” she continued.

“Sounds good,” Rhett finally replied. “We’ll be there in a second.”

Stevie nodded, sliding the door shut behind her. Once she was gone, the two men stared at each other for a brief moment, neither sure of what to do next. As the faint shades of scarlet became more apparent on each of their faces, Rhett shot up out of his seat, much to Link’s disappointment.

“In the wise words of Stevie, d’ya fancy a sandwich… Rhett?” Rhett quipped, drawing out his own name for emphasis and extending a hand out to Link, hoping to distract him from the rather awkward moment they just shared.

“Let’s give ‘em a show,” Link japed, taking his hand and making their way toward the kitchen.

(To be continued)

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Worst of 2019 (So Far)

And now we get to the opposite of yesterday’s post: the worst of what we’ve seen so far. Time to give them a proper thrashing before they (hopefully) fade into obscurity. Disappointingly, there's a general lack of films that were bad but in an interesting way. Mostly, it’s either been the same sorta dreck we usually get with a couple of unusually offensive stories and a couple of soul-crushingly bad superhero flicks. Curious? Read on.

10. Serenity

I like to save my #10 spot on the “Worst of” list for a movie that has a chance of becoming a favorite among those who love bad movies. Serenity is competently enough made that it does not belong in the same category as The Identical or Runaway. It’s another kind of bad movie, the kind that baffles anyone who sees it and who will have film historians scratching their heads in the future. It’s not quite on the same level as 2017’s “The Book of Henry” but close. Top-notch actors at the top of their career in a story so poorly conceived it would’ve been brilliant if it weren’t awful and utterly absurd.

The revelation that everything we've been seeing is actually part of a video game programmed by an angry teen who hates his abusive father, and that his actions are tied to those of Matthew McConaughey's character is the kind of nutty decision someone at some point should've questioned. My advice? Surprise some unsuspecting friends with it. Periodically pause the movie so they can write down how they think it'll all fit together and then watch their faces as they're proved wrong.

9. After

I’m not going to remember After down the line so this is my opportunity to give it another flogging. I can’t believe fan-fictions of real people is a real thing and that one of them was deemed legitimate and popular enough to be turned into a movie. It plays out like the clone of a clone of a clone of Twilight. At least that movie had danger in the form of vampires and werewolves. This has nothing to offer except embarrassing drama and a prepubescent’s idea of what romance and love look like. I saw it in the theater with a friend and thank goodness she was there; it made what would've been a chore... slightly more bearable.

8. Dumbo

I’ve already gone on about how I feel about Disney’s string of live-action remakes. For the most part, they fail to validate their own existences; they’re just copies of the original but with “real” actors dancing around animated backgrounds, objects and locations instead of everything being traditionally animated. Dumbo isn’t like Aladdin and Beauty and the Beast. It does try new things. It diverges from the source material significantly in the worst way. The titular character winds up playing second banana to a bunch of circus performers no one cares about and in the end didn’t contain an inkling of the emotion the 1941 version did.

7. Dark Phoenix

This one’s a triple-whammy. Not only was it a deeply disappointing way for Fox’s X-Men series to end, it retreaded old material in a way that was worse than X-Men 3: The Last Stand AND it was a box office bomb. By the time the story finally comes alive… it’s just about over. The whole thing feels like a mistake, bringing in aliens and asking us to invest in characters we just haven’t had enough time to fall in love with. Makes me wonder what the future of the characters is going to be like. Yes there are a number of heroes and heroines we haven’t yet seen, but are people going to care, even when the brand gets a new coat of paint from Marvel Studios?

6. Men in Black: International

Was anyone asking for the Men in Black series to return? Maybe if they'd had a dynamite story this could’ve overcome the public’s general disinterest, but this was an extremely generic plot you could figure out easily minutes in and lost touch with what endeared us to the first. Even with the combined forces of Tessa Thompson and Chris Hemsworth failed, it to generate many laughs. Worse, to make sure I got any references or Easter egg it might drop, I re-watched all of the previous Men in Black movies, including the horrific Men in Black 2.

5. Replicas

This movie goes about itself in such a convoluted way. First, Keanu Reeves plays a scientist working for a company that wants to transplant the mind of dead soldiers into androids. Then, his family is killed in a car crash, prompting him to use the mind transfer tech to put their memories into new clone bodies of themselves. Problem is, he only has the means to clone three out of four family members. This means he has to erase all memories of his youngest daughter from the others’ brains. Following me so far? Good because it keeps going from there. Actually, that’s just the start of it. It’s a classic case of TMSGO - too much sh*t goin’ on. Even with all that, it STILLL managed to have gaping plot holes. No surprise it came and went as quietly as possible.

4. Hellboy

This one hurt. I wanted to see a superhero horror film badly. The early interviews I read about them wanting to adapt Mike Mignola’s books more closely than the Del Toro films got me excited. I was a little apprehensive when the trailers showed some goofy stuff but I figured these were included to draw people in. I should've listened to that sinking feeling. The actual film is awful, one giant mistake after another. Without a doubt, this featured the year’s worst special effects and even this I could've forgiven but the would-be humorous tone was badly misjudged and the story bloated with way too many elements that might've worked... if we weren't also trying to tell the character's origin at the same time. Hellboy ends with a teaser promising more and there’s no way we would’ve seen a sequel even if this had made money at the box office. Cool demons though, for what it’s worth.

3. Shaft

Looking back, I’m struggling to think of anything worth seeing in Shaft. I hated the film’s approach at comedy, particularly when it reverted Samuel L. Jackson’s John Shaft into the kind of man who proudly doesn’t understand modern sensibilities and spews out one homophobic joke after another. The plot was uninspired and uninteresting - not to mention generic - and none of it felt like it belonged on the big screen. On the upside, it prompted me to view the original trilogy with Richard Roundtree and those were enjoyable.

2. Simmba

Simmba is unlikely to be on the “Worst of 2019” list next January. It probably won’t be at the #2 spot. The film mixes two wildly different tones but not well. It begins as a romantic crime comedy, a dated one, sure. Simmba staging a phoney crime in order for the woman he’s attracted to to call him for help and then use the call as an excuse to stay with her through the night is creepy but I guess it might’ve passed like 20 years ago in North America. What makes this a bad film is the way it then introduces a character’s gang rape and murder as a way to prompt the anti-hero onto a righteous path. From there, it turns into this vigilante revenge film that has disturbing implications. You probably haven’t heard of it before now, much less seen it. I don’t recommend you check it out.

Runner Ups:

Aladdin

A controversial choice, as many casual filmgoers seem to have fallen madly in love with it (similar to the way they ate up 2017’s Beauty and the Beast) but honestly, what does this film do better than 1992’s Aladdin? Add an unmemorable song for Princess Jasmine to sing? Reduce the number of talking animals in order to give us more… nothing? Pile on the CGI to the point you wonder why it was made with live-actors in the first place? Like the innumerable direct-to-video sequels of classic films who've been all but forgotten, I tell you this Arabbian adventure won't endure.

Tolkien

So much potential squandered on a boring story. It didn’t take an astute viewer to recognize the film was crippled by the studio failing to obtain the rights to Tolkien’s actual work. I get the feeling we'll see another shot at a biography of J.R.R. Tolkien in a couple of years and this will be the Christopher Robin to the much superior Goodbye Christopher Robin.

The Hustle

It’s an unfunny comedy, what more is there to say? Rebel Wilson makes yet another bad career choice playing the same character she always plays. I only realized it was a remake of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels while writing my review, which is unfortunate. Hopefully I can expunge this film from my memory soon enough and forget anything it might’ve spoiled about the original Bedtime Story or the 1988 remake.

1. Unplanned

The numerous instances of technical incompetence - mostly coming from the performers who are given lackluster material - would be enough to condemn Unplanned to this list. What made me hate the film is the way it blatantly lies and attempts to manipulate the audience into further entrenching themselves in a certain point of view through cheap, manipulative means. I can respect that genuine passion was poured into the project but the way it goes about it is shameful. Do not go see it, even if you're curious.

Yuck. That last one really left a bad taste in my mouth so I'm going to talk about a movie I did enjoy and am enthusiastic to direct you towards Alita: Battle Angel. Rosa Salazar as the titular Alita impressed me and I really dug the action scenes. I'll also right a wrong from last year by reminding you to find and watch Paddington and Paddington 2, both movies I should've put on my "Best of" lists the years they came out. I don't know what I was thinking but I keep coming back to these in my head. They're excellent for kids and adults.

And with that said, the list is over. Back to our regularly-scheduled film reviews until something big comes up. Thoughts or comments on the list are welcome and I hope you enjoyed reading.

[zackhq-blog]

well hello !! you just saw me yesterday, but this time i’m coming at you with my second muse !! now look - i told myself i wasn’t going to have two, but he came to my mind after creating chunja and i loved them both too much to choose !! so without further ado, i present to you my complete opposite actual baby zachary “zack” choi !! he’s in kdi & has way too much going on. but anyways you can click here for his profile, and under the cut is some info on him, i tried to make his shorter, i swear !! and i forgot to say on her’s, but like this if you’re interested in some plotting !! i can’t wait to interact with you all.~

his full name is zachary taeho choi, taeho being his korean/middle name ! but he hates zachary because it’s so formal and he definitely is not - so zack is both his stage name and preferred name since practically...always !!

so !! his story actually begins in la, california. his parents split shortly after he was born so while he sees his dad from time to time, his mom has been the main one supporting him both financially & emotionally, so she’s really his only active parental figure ?? 

this is a big reason why he’s so maternal and emotionally transparent ?? the toxic masculinity just didn’t pass over to him bc his mom always taught him how to be in tune with his emotions, embrace them, and just to care for everyone freely !! which is a big reason why he’s so affectionate now. 

he’s a second gen korean american and was raised by a pretty american mom !! his parents never learned korean and therefore didn’t teach him, which is why he struggled so much to adjust when he got here !

also the only child, so if you wonder why he’s always so eager around the kdi boys and referring to them as his brothers - there you go !! he always wanted siblings !!

totally irrelevant fact but he was such a skater boi back in la and will kill for a chance to show some of his tricks nowadays !! he’s just like....begging someone to ask him to skate lmao !! but since he doesn’t really have the chance now he just rolls around in his hoverboard because he is a legitimate child !

but look - this boy has aaaalways loved to rap and sing. way before so!ar, kdi, any of it ! his mom loves music too, and he grew up surrounded by it in la, so quickly grew attached to it ! also loves attention, which just meant he was a little performing machine wherever he meant !! i’m saying dancing down the grocery aisles at five years old to grocery store music type of extra everyone

but his interest for kpop didn’t really peak until later on ! he tried out for a middle through high performing arts school when he got to the 6th grade ! fun fact he performed look at me now and they thought he was a joke rip...but what got him in was singing stereo hearts !! don’t you love the early 2010s everyone

anyways he got in for singing !! and there was just like ... a wave of kpop stans wanting to be like idols there !! at first he was really put off & a little weirded out because he’d never been into it but !!

for a showcase these girls performed a kpop song ( the boys if you were curious sksk ) and baam !! he went down this endless kpop rabbit hole which hasn’t ended to this day.

 so he basically his love for kpop transferred into his love for korean culture ! he wanted to know more about his origins, so got into the language, history & all that. so around this time was when he contemplated traveling to the country ! but never expected to move there, or anything. 

it was only right before christmas of his junior year did things start to change !! news about online video auditions for so!ar spread in his school like a w i l d f i r e. but zack really knew he wasn’t that good of a singer in comparison to his other classmates, and didn’t expect anything out of it !! but he did feel a lot more comfortable in his rap skills, so took a risk and rapped as his primary skill !

so you could imagine this boy was...confused af when he got called back !! he hadn’t even told his mom about it, or really anyone so that they wouldn’t get their hopes up. he hadn’t expected for it to go anywhere and now that it had...he didn’t really know what to do ! 

but when he eventually got around to telling is mom ?? she was soso excited !! she was basically .... a failed musician as a teen sksks, so she was happy to see her son have a real shot at fame. so zack was kind of like - wait slow down what’s going on ?? but she was like book the flight to korea !! right now !!

initially, the plan was for him to go for his in-person audition then spend the rest of winter break in korea with his mom, but that didn’t really work because he was chosen & given the shot to train as long as he could start right away ! he ... hadn’t expected to make it that far at all and was really at a loss of what to do since he had a whole life in la !

but after talking to his mom for a bit, she basically told him the story of how she missed out on opportunities & felt unfulfilled, so at a point he was kind of just like fine !! let’s do it !! and started the move there.

everything was fine at first - he got enrolled in a korean school, he was having fun working toward his dream, and his mom was staying nearby in an air bnb, but the move was temporary, and after a month she had to return to the states. that was when things got really hard, and really real for zack. he was only 15 at the time, barely knew any of the language, and his only family were aunts and uncles he’d barely met. it was a really rough patch in his move & probably when he was visibly the saddest !! 

def considered moving back many times at this point to just feel happy again, since he had such an attachment to his old life !! but the friends he’d made made things a lot easier !

at first when he was placed in kdi he didn’t know what to expect - they had this delinquent type image to them, and zack being the babiest person ever didn’t know if he could fit it !!

and at first, he was really awkward, trying to work as well in the rougher concepts as he did the cute ones. but nowadays he’s gotten a lot better and his rap skills have helped a lot with him gaining duality, something he’s now known for !!

 now for some tidbits on him !!

he’s got two fan nicknames - the meme king, which he technically gave himself on a vlive because this toddler will not stop referencing memes & vines !! and the last is zenergy, because he’s always at two extremes - either passed out sleep on the couch, or up and bouncing off the walls !! there’s no in between !!

suuuper affectionate !! sometimes it can come off as overbearing but i swear he means well. he just got a lot of love during his childhood and feels like he should pass it on !! like if someone’s teasing and is like “awww you love me !!” he’s like “yeah of course ??” also means he depends on people a lot for attention & overall validation ! just.... a whole softie when it comes to that okay

also i must mention he willingly ships himself with everyone ??

but on the other hand, a very closeted very shy/panicked bi !! like if he thinks a guy’s being serious and flirting with him ? he will freeze ! he’s just not used to the idea & just really is figuring his feelings out. but he stays having unexpected crushes because he’s a lovebug so oh well ! this is something he’ll probably struggle with for a bit, but that’s what development’s for, folks !

a whole ass momma’s boy ! he loves her with his whole heart, especially since she sees how hard she worked to support the two of them ! he has a rough time being away from her, but you can catch him facetiming her everyday !!

also v chivalrous ?? his mom would beat his ass if he didn’t use manners so you can catch him opening doors, pulling chairs back for people, all that ! a lot of people seem to think that’s all fanservice but no...he literally Cannot not do it !!

oh and his duality is a little shocking ?? but like i said before, it’s been something he’s had to work on. he struggled a lot at first especially since his korean pronunciation wasn’t up there, so it was hard for him not to be so focused on that ! but now that he’s more confident in his skills it’s easier to play up their concepts for cameras, so he can definitely switch it up for cameras nowadays ! but...turn them off and he’s a baby lamb all over again everyone

he can be very lazy ! has all the ambition but none of the energy. if he doesn’t want to do something, he can put up a whole fit about it, so kdi members beware !! just put him in his place, he’ll get over it sksksk

relating to that, he respects his kdi hyungs a lot !! you have to remember he was a true baby when he came to korea to train, so he depended on them & other trainees a lot. he hasn’t forgot that and nowadays would do anything for them ! therefore takes their opinions very seriously and is just...a baby around them !

but @ the future kdi maknae: he may swear he’s baby, but he also swears you’re his child !! 

a major kpop stan nowadays !! like past him wouldn’t believe it ?? a huge gg stan especially, and he’s learning all the new dances everyday !!

still in the honeymoon phase lowkey...? like he can’t even believe he’s famous !! it still comes as a shock for him, and therefore he reacts to nearly all “omg you’re so famous i love you !!” fans with a “thanks ig?? i’m literally just zack but ok”

he does want to explore other entertainment fields eventually, especially variety & music production !! 

also remember how i said he loves vines ?? yeah my ask message on the main wasn’t for nothing ! he reenacts the zack stop vine nearly everyday folks

alright this is long let’s move to wanted connections ! i think that’s all anyways ?? if not i’ll add more later ! but for now, let’s go !!

wanted connections

best friends !! please give zack someone stupid to act out with ok

someone who helped him adjust to korea when he first got here & took him under their wing !! maybe they’ve developed a sibling type relationship ?

a grumpy muse who he’s always trying to cheer up & make happy !

maybe another foreign muse to share his stuggles with ?? i don’t know if there are other la muses but if so childhood friends are an option !

he would 100% goof off with all the staff so whenever they get some staff he’d love to get kdi into some mess with them !

the one person who he just really doesn’t like ??

cute little crushes !!

language exchange buddies ?? it doesn’t have to be just korean !

someone he really looks up to & adores !!

a partner in crime - they’re always sneaking out the dorm, going thrill seeking and just having fun together !

frenemies !!

i’ll add more as i think of it !

[gaycrouton]

I swear that some of those prompts were tailor-made for the X-Files, but I'd love it if you'd write one of the less obvious ones: 44, "this is a totally inappropriate soundtrack." (MSR obviously)

I went a weird route with this, but I hope you like it!

Scully got flustered from time to time, but this was the first instance in a while where she was thoroughly and utterly embarrassed. Hell, even Mulder looked like he was trying his best to sink into the seat beneath him, attempting to look casual even though the red tips of his ears hinted at what he was truly feeling. It all stemmed from a misunderstanding too. A humiliating, misconstrued misunderstanding.

Mulder and her had simply been riding in the elevator yesterday when her pen fell on the ground. She turned around and bent down to get it when the elevator made an abrupt stop. She hadn’t anticipated anyone would get on, so the sudden stop toppled her forward and she grabbed onto Mulder’s belt to steady herself. Mulder, ever the chivalrous one, placed one hand on her shoulder and the other hand on the side of her head to steady her.

She had attempted to stand up, but her heel was at an awkward angle, so she ended up falling to her knees completely in front of him, her movement inadvertently making the hand in her hair slide to the back of her head. At that same moment, the elevator doors decided to slide open and reveal their incriminating pose.

And that’s what A.D. Skinner, along with five other high ranking FBI officials saw; Scully on her knees grabbing at Mulder’s belt as he loomed over her, pressing his hand against the back of her skull. Perfect.

Oh yeah, and Mulder just had to choose that morning to forget to zip up his fly after making a pit stop at the restroom.

And it had to be the day he ran out of underwear and boxers.

Of course.

Mulder, quite literally, grabbed her by the biceps and hoisted her to her feet, dramatically stating, “Woah there Scully, are you okay?” to make it look like the accident it was. It probably would have worked, except her necklace got caught on his belt, stopping her midway up. She raised her hand up to disentangle it, but since she couldn’t see very well, her hand accidentally slid into the opening of his fly and grazed his bare penis. Mulder gasped and jumped and immediately reached his hand down to help her, also to zip up his fly. An action definitely obvious to the group of spectators.

“What the hell is going o-” Skinner’s voice boomed, but the elevator door closed before the last of his reprimand could be heard. As soon as the doors closed, she was free and snapped up, coming face to face with a flustered Mulder. They just stared at each other for a moment in pure mortification.

Their boss, along with several other people, were under the assumption that Scully was blowing Mulder in the elevator.

It was no surprise for either of them when they both received emails declaring that their presence was mandatorily required at the next day’s sexual harassment seminar. She contemplated e-mailing Skinner and explaining the situation, but if he wanted clarification, he would have just summoned them for a meeting. She had a feeling the other men with him pressured him into doing this, and the message rang loud and clear; go to the seminar and we’ll just forget about this.

Now they were sitting in a room filled with a bunch of newbies and men that obviously got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. The seminar was only required once at the beginning of your career. You only had to go back if you messed up. They stuck out like sore thumbs.

She knew it wasn’t Skinner, but someone who saw the incident must’ve been spreading it around, because they were currently the center of attention. If she heard ‘spooky’ whispered one more time she was going to self-combust into flames. Mulder must’ve been aware of the unwanted attention too, because when one man leered at Scully and poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek suggestively, Mulder was quick to bark, “Turn around pervert.”

She turned to him and saw he was playing with the sheet of paper in front of him nervously. She tapped his leg under the table to get his attention and whispered, “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

“No it’s not. It was an accident. If anything, I really made the situation worse.”

She shook her head and played with her pen idly, “No you didn’t. You were just trying to help.”

“I’m really sorry about, um, that, by the way,” he murmured, avoiding her gaze.

“About what?” she asked, not quite sure what in particular he was referring to.

“I should have zipped up, um,” he rambled, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck self consciously. “I’m sorry my, uh, little Mulder was in your face and that you accidentally touched it.”

A few people around them turned around and gave them an awkward glance, making them both blush and look away for a moment until they turned around. “Don’t be sorry. We’ve all gone without from time to time,” she ignored the way his eyebrow cocked up suggestively at that, “-and I wouldn’t call it little,” she teased.

He turned to her fully with a grin on his face, but before he could respond the exuberant woman at the front jumped up to the podium and started. “Welcome, welcome everyone, to this year’s sexual harassment seminar!” Scully and Mulder exchanged a judgemental glance at the woman’s enthusiasm.

She spent a while explaining what the seminar was for; so those who are new to the bureau would understand the standard of the work environment and for those who had strayed off the path could get a refresher. Then they had to sit there and endure a horribly dated video that essentially could be summed up in the statement “Don’t slap a female coworkers ass” since it was really the only thing depicted over and over again.

When the lights came back on, the woman asked that everyone look at their sheets of paper and take note of the five blank spaces at the top. She was going to give everyone ten minutes to partner up and brainstorm five things that would constitute sexual harassment in the workplace. After the instructions, she ran over to the corner of the room and turned up the volume on the radio for background noise, and “Cherry Pie” by Warrant filled the walls of the room.

Scully swiveled in her seat to face Mulder who was wearing a knowing grin on his face. “Isn’t this song about cunnilingus?” she asked.

“Cunnilingus, so technical, Scully,” he teased.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Isn’t this song about eating pussy?” she deadpanned.

His eyes widened at her vulgarity and his smile widened. “My, my,” he admonished jokingly, “Yes, this a pussy-eating anthem. This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack for a sexual harassment seminar isn’t it?” he laughed as she mentally recovered from hearing him say pussy-eating.

She cleared her throat and tried to resume a semblance of professionalism. “So, number one, um-”

“Your partner touching your penis without permission.” She glared at him and he added, “Kidding, kidding.”

“I’ll write inappropriate touching,” she stated, humor lacing her voice as he wrote the same thing on his paper.

She looked up and caught him glaring at another man sitting across the room. “What?”

“Let’s add leering and ogling,” he growled in irritation, writing the words down as if he had a personal vendetta against them. She turned around and saw he’d been glaring at an older agent who, upon seeing her, winked and puckered his lips in a mock kiss.

She turned back around to Mulder’s irritated glare and stated, “For good measure add inappropriate gestures and comments for number three.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered sincerely as they wrote down the answer.

“I told you already. It was obviously an acciden-”

“Not that.” She looked at him expectantly for an explanation and he continued, “That you have to deal with men like him.”

“What? Men who flirt with me? I’m partners with a man like him,” she teased, finishing the last few words of the third answer. She noticed he hadn’t moved and looked up to see a face of stricken hurt.

She realized instantly that he hadn’t taken it as a joke and thought she was sincerely implying he was anything like the other men in the room. She set down her pen, put her hand on his bicep, leaned into him, and vehemently reassured, “Mulder I was kidding, I’m sorry. That wasn’t funny. You’re nothing like the men who harass me. I enjoy it when you tease me, please don’t be upset. I’m sorry.”

“You’d tell me if I crossed a line, right?” he asked.

“I’ll never need to,” she promised. His face lit up in surprise and she realized her phrasing had, yet again, been misconstrued. She meant that she knew he’d never do anything to make her uncomfortable, that she trusted him, but the way she said it made it sound like she was implying he could do anything to her and she’d like it. Which wasn’t a lie, but it was still bold of her to say.

“You enjoy it when I tease you?” It was a question, but he said it like a statement, like he was toying with the idea in his head. She realized then just how close she had leaned into him and she didn’t want him to see her get flustered.

So instead she decided to alleviate the budding tension by going back to her paper and writing “Teasing partner on purpose,” under number four, speaking it aloud so he knew what she was writing.

He barked out a laugh and wrote it down on his too. Then they both stopped and stared at their papers for a moment before looking at each other, “Is it bad I’m having a hard time thinking of another one?” he asked sheepishly.

It was only five, it shouldn’t have been so hard. “Ummm,” she pondered out loud. Before they could reach a conclusion, the woman called time and was asking for volunteers. “No physical contact between partners.”

Mulder and Scully looked at each other and scoffed at the vague answer. Of course partners would touch, that was just a part of the job. “That’s exactly right!” the seminar lady declared, making both their attentions snap to her in confusion. “There is no reason for partners to have physical contact unless it’s an emergency. Touching of the arm, the small of the back, even if well intended, is too familiar for colleagues.”

When she mentioned the small of the back she felt hers burn. That was Mulder’s designated area, he touched it every time they entered or left a room practically, and she literally was just touching his arm a minute ago. She tried to remember other partners she saw around the building and she started to realize she actually didn’t see any of them close. She hadn’t really realized they were doing anything out of the ordinary.

She picked on someone else and they confidently stated, “No phone calls outside of work hours.” Now she felt Mulder’s discontent with that one. If she looked at her phone bill she was positive 80% of her incoming calls would be from him and plenty were off hours. She didn’t quite understand how that was sexual harassment though.

“Great example. Phone calls after hours usually have an ulterior motive of intimacy that the recipient might not appreciate.” Mulder looked over to her, slightly concerned and she shook her head in reassurance that she did not find his calls invasive.

There were several more examples that followed: No adjoining hotel rooms, never buy something for your partner, hugging was against the law, agents should only be seen by other agents in professional attire, never meet up outside of work, never consume alcohol in the other’s presence, respect personal space, etc. Mulder and Scully just sat there in stunned silence. They thought it was bullshit, but they broke every single one. Every. Single. One.

Mulder leaned over to her so he could whisper in her ear, “We may as well have been having sex in the office and we’d be just as guilty as we already are apparently.”

She felt her face flame up at the bluntness of his words and the way his warm breath tickled the shell of her ear and the hollow of her neck. She turned to smirk at him, but was interrupted by a harsh, “Excuse me!” She jolted upright and looked at the front of the room only to see everyone was looking at them, making her face flame up even more. “That’s a prime example of why we’re all here today.”

She turned around to look behind her to see if there was an unfortunate soul behind her that was the center of attention, but alas, it was definitely directed at them. “What do you mean?” Mulder asked.

“You were all over her,” the woman, whose name tag read Kimberly now that Scully was actually looking at her.

“No he wasn’t,” Scully shot back.

“But they’re married, so it’s different” a man in the front row stated as if it was obvious.

“No we’re not,” they exclaimed in unison.

“Why were you invading her personal space?” Kimberly asked.

“I was not invading her personal space.”

“Look at how red her face is, you clearly made her uncomfortable.”

“No, he didn’t,” Scully spat, irritated that her face was probably only getting more red under the attention.

“Weren’t they caught having sex in the elevator?” someone whispered loudly.

“That’s it,” she barked, making a hush fall over the murmurs. She stood up and made a show of pulling Mulder up with her. “First of all, we shouldn’t have to be here. Second of all, physical touch or proximity,” she grabbed Mulder’s shoulder for emphasis, “Is not sexual harassment. Most of what you’ve said isn’t. You’re being ridiculous. We have the highest solve rate in the Bureau, so if someone has a problem with us leaving, report it to A.D Skinner.” She grabbed Mulder’s wrist and pulled him out with her, leaving the room in stunned silence.

She pulled him all the way to the elevator that got them into this situation and didn’t let go until she slapped the basement button. She started to calm down when they were in the seclusion of the elevator and she glanced at Mulder to gauge his reaction. It was unlike her to overreact like that, but, since her relationship with Mulder was the most important thing she had right now, she didn’t appreciate people trying to poke holes in it.

She wasn’t all that surprised that he was staring at her in awe. She was about to apologize when he spoke up, “Would it be sexual harassment if I told you that was really hot?”

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

The Good Life

Hello, my lovelies! This is my new multi-chapter story that I’ve been mentioning for a while now. It took longer than I’d like for me to get the ball rolling on it, but I have the first 5ish chapters written and/or mapped out and I really think this story is gonna be a fun one.

I’m still compiling my tags list, so if you want to be added (or removed) from the tags list for this story and/or all my writing in general, just feel free to let me know!

@pink-royaute @believethaticanandiwill

The Good Life: Chapter 1

“Do you want anything from the kitchen while I’m up, sweets?” Chloe asked as she walked across the room.

“No thanks. I just have one more person to call and then we can get started, yeah?”

Chloe shrugged and went into the kitchen, leaving Rae alone in the living room.

After finding the contact information from her email inbox, Rae entered the phone number into her cell phone and pressed the green phone icon to make the call.

“Hello?” sing-songed the voice that picked up the call.

“Uh, hiya! Is this Alex?” Rae asked tentatively.

“That’s me! How can I help ya?”

“My name is Rae, well technically Rachel, but I’ve been corresponding with you via email about the room that is for rent.”

“Oh, yes! I’ve been expecting your call! Did you have more questions for me?”

“I do, actually! Just a second,” Rae scrolled down on the webpage open on her laptop, skimming the page until she found what she was looking for. “So, I’m looking at the listing for the open room that’s for rent and it doesn’t mention having a private bathroom or how many bathrooms there are,” Rae trailed off.

“There is a master bathroom attached to my bedroom and a guest bathroom,” the voice on the other end of the phone call said in reply to Rae’s implied question, “If you are interested in renting the open room, you’ll be sharing the guest bathroom with three other people.”

“Three people would share the guest bathroom in addition to me?”

“Yeah! There’re two other girls and one of their boyfriends just recently moved in as well. So it would be the four of you sharing the bathroom at the end of the hall.”

“Oh! The listing didn’t mention that there were only two bathrooms. Is the monthly rent on your website listing for the room correct?”

“Yeah! That bedroom has a south-facing window, which has a really nice view of the neighborhood park, so it’s more expensive than the others. The price online also doesn’t include internet, cable, or any of those extra things that we divide up evenly.”

“Huh, I see…” Rae mumbled as she typed this information into the open note she had on her laptop with details about apartments she was looking into.

“Did you want to arrange a time with me and the others to come see the room that’s for rent? Or did you have any other questions?”

“I think that’s all the questions I had for you right now. I’m still looking around, but I’ll stay in contact.”

“Alright! That works for me. Have a nice day, Rachel!”

“You too, Alex! And thanks again for the information,”

After ending the phone call, Rae set her phone down on the coffee table in front of her and sat back on the couch, heaving a drawn-out sigh.

“Wow, that bad, huh?” Chloe asked from the kitchen as she finished getting herself and Rae glasses of wine.

“Well, it certainly wasn’t great,” Rae replied with a humorless chuckle, “but at least it wasn’t as bad as the girl that said the room for rent would be shared with her Burmese Python named Daisy.”

“I don’t know...after we met up with ‘goat boy’ who was trying to rent out his mom’s basement without her knowledge, Daisy started to seem like she might not be the worst roommate you could wind up with,” Chloe added causing Rae to smile and shake her head at the memory.

“She was kind of cute afterall, but she had no concept of personal space!”

“In all seriousness, maybe you’re just not looking in the right places, Rae-Rae,” Chloe mused as she handed Rae her glass of wine and set the bottle on the coffee table beside Rae’s laptop so she did not have to get up to refill their glasses.

“I’ve been trying to look everywhere, but nothing that I find seems to match what I’m looking for, I suppose.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something that works for you!”

“I appreciate your optimism, Chlo, but I’m not so sure. You remember how hard it was for me to find my current studio apartment, right? And that was without any type of time constraint or added stress. I just don’t know what I’m gonna do if I can’t find somewhere else to live. I’m barely making rent and all my other bills on time every month and since I had to add on another semester to finish my degree, I’m going to have to pay for the upcoming semester of Uni out of pocket. I can’t afford to not find a cheaper place to live and I can’t afford to live alone anymore!”

“Well you still have plenty of time, right? When was it that you said your lease was up?”

“I put in my 60-day notice yesterday, so I have until about mid-June to find something before I have to be out of my current place.”

“See? You have plenty of time to find something! Just keep looking around and I’ll ask around with some of the people I know at work and be sure to let you know what I find, alright?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am! And if you’re still unable to find somewhere to live by the time you have to be out of your studio apartment, my offer still stands.”

“It’s very sweet of you to offer to convert the extra room in your apartment into a bedroom for me to live in, but if I moved in with you it would double my commute time to work, which is bad enough already. Not to mention, I’d feel like such a mooch if I lived here rent-free,” Rae said as she looked around at the upscale and modern decor of Chloe’s living room.

“Who said I’d let you live here rent-free?” Chloe joked.

“That’s very true. How rude of me to have assumed such a thing!”

“Anyways...that’s more than enough stress for you to deal with in one day, Rae-Rae! Now, let’s get back to our weekly movie night! There are cheesy romantic comedies to watch and this bottle of wine isn’t gonna drink itself!” Chloe replied cheerfully as she grabbed the remote to start the movie.

A/N: So this story has been drafted, written/rewritten, scrapped, tabled, and ignored for close to a year now for no particular reason other than I didn’t have a clear idea of where I wanted it to go and I couldn’t bring myself to start yet another multi-chapter story that I lost interest in and hit a wall with (sorry you had to find out like this, but that is where I’m at with two of my multi-chapter stories that I was writing in the latter half of last year, which is why there hasn’t been an update in months :/ ). Fear not, my loves! I have a good feeling about this story and I’m trying a slightly different approach to this story, so wish me luck that it’ll work out for me!

This chapter is quite short and doesn’t really do too much aside from plot development and providing some information that will be relevant in later chapters, so please bear with me because this story will be a bit slow to get up and running, but it should definitely pick up by the 3rd chapter or so.

Thank you for reading and I would love to hear any thoughts/opinions/questions/general feedback you may have about this chapter! Until next time: Stay awesome, my friends! :)

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Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (Sixteen)

Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter 16

You finish off the rest of your email correspondence and after giving it a quick once over, you click send. Once done, you lean back into your seat with a heavy sigh.  The day had dragged on at a painstakingly slow pace and after what seemed like years, you were finally done for the day.

Leaning your elbows onto your desk, you raise your hands and press your fingers against the side of your head, slowly massaging your temples. Since the morning, you have had a terrible migraine and it still lingered now, even after you had taken some paracetamol. Your head throbbed and it felt as though your brain was pushing against your skull. A constant nagging tug on the sides of your head. You could feel it pulsating as your veins pumped blood through it and that coupled with the ridiculously long day you've just had, meant you were in a terrible mood. Which sucks because you had dinner plans tonight with Jungkook's family.

You're contemplating whether or not to cancel when Eric pops his head over your cubicle wall. "Hey slacker" he greets you with a ridiculously cheesy grin. "Find anything good today?"

You roll your eyes at him. Yesterday, much to your misfortune, Eric had caught you browsing through one of your favourite online clothing stores on your PC, instead of doing your work, which in your defence you were well and truly on top of. Whilst Eric hadn't scolded you for your misuse of work equipment during work hours, he did however feel the need to constantly bring it up, as if he hasn’t been on his phone.

"No, I did not" you reply curtly. Nickname aside, Eric turned out to be a good manager. He had an easy-going management style which meant that he was friendly but firm when need be. The entire team and the office, from what you could gather, seemed to like him, especially the female population who were glad to finally have some new eye candy seeing as how, as your friend poetically worded it "Jungkook was a god that was forever off limits to us mere mortals". 

You had laughed at his comparison of Jungkook as a god, knowing that if the females in your office knew what a temperamental brat Jungkook really was, then they wouldn't want to marry him anymore. Technically, Eric was off limits too since he was a department manager and Jungkook's best friend, a fact that only you and a handful of other managers knew but strangely enough and much to your bemusement, you and Eric had developed a friendship. It wasn't hard though, since Eric’s personality was just like your work friend. They were both ridiculously full of themselves and complete dorks. 

"Are you still working? Everyone's gone home for the day". At Eric's words you glance around you and aren't surprised to see that majority of the people in your office have left for the day, after all it was half past five. 

"I was just sending off some last-minute emails before going". You reply as you save your files on your desktop, a habit you had learnt from your university days, after you had nearly lost an assessment you had spent all night writing - which was worth fifty percent of your grade - when your laptop suddenly froze and restarted. "Are you on your way out?" You ask him, switching off your PC and  noting his black shoulder bag and blazer, draped casually over one of his forearms. 

"Yeah” He nods his head. “Are you heading down now? I'll walk with you".

You hesitate for a split second, feeling uncertain about Eric's offer. Earlier Jungkook had messaged you and advised that he had finished work and would wait for you downstairs. Although you and Eric were getting closer, you hadn't yet mentioned to Eric about your relationship to Jungkook and you weren't certain if Jungkook had mentioned it or if he was okay with Eric knowing about it. Then again you figure that it shouldn't be a problem since they're friends. With that thought you smile and agree. You're probably just over thinking it. As you walk out of the office, you ask Eric why he had stayed back. 

"I've still got some work to do but I'm just going to do it at home" he replies to you, pointing to his black Tommy Hilfiger bag "Plus, the office is creepy when I'm by myself"

You smile emphatically at Eric, feeling sorry for him. "I could never do your job. It's bad enough being at work for eight hours a day, I can't imagine having to do it during my off time as well". You shudder at the thought before stopping in front of the elevator.

"It's not so bad. I don't mind it and also don't forget I'm still your manager, you shouldn't talk bad about work" Eric playfully scolds you and presses the down button. 

The elevator arrives after a short moment and you step in, with Eric following in pursuit after you. As the doors shut and the elevator begins its sudden descent, you get overcome by a sense of vertigo. You close your eyes as the room begins to spin and you feel your feet give way from underneath you, momentarily. Luckily for you, Eric reacts quickly and catches you as you stumble into him. 

"Woah, are you okay?" He asks worriedly, giving your body a once over to make sure everything was okay. "Do you feel sick?" Your body appears fine however your face is unusually pale. He wonders if maybe you have a fever and goes to feel your forehead with the palm of his hand but you brush him away.

"I'm fine" you assure him, keeping your eyes closed until the dizziness subsides. Once you're sure the room has stopped spinning, you slowly open your eyes and pull away from Eric, thanking him. "I've just got a bit of a migraine". You pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut as the throbbing sensation returns. You hate feeling like this. You just want the migraine to go away. 

Eric reluctantly releases, not feeling one hundred percent confident that you were going to be alright to stand on your own. Thankfully, the elevator arrives at the lobby and you gratefully step out, relishing the fresh air and solid ground beneath your feet. 

"Are you sure you're alright to walk?" Eric asks as you both approach the building doors. From his peripheral vision he spots Jungkook, waiting by his car, on his phone. As you step out of the building, Jungkook notices your presence and approaches you, placing his phone into his back pocket and hiding his surprise and find the two of you together.

"Hey" Eric greets, nodding his head to Jungkook, who reciprocates with his own head tilt. Males you think to yourself.

 "What are you still doing hanging around?" Eric asks him curiously, already having a slight idea as to what the answer could be. He glances at you from the corner of his eye before returning his attention to Jungkook. It suddenly clicks to him that you were the childhood friend that Jungkook had cancelled fight night for, which makes his warning to stay away from you even more interesting. 

You glance uncomfortable from Eric to Jungkook, not knowing if you should reply or not. Jungkook had caught you off guard by waiting for you outside of his car.  "Um..." you start when Jungkook interjects and saves you the hassel.

"I'm taking her to my parent's house for dinner".

You widen your eyes at Jungkook's blatant honestly and you look over to Eric to try and gage his response. To your surprise, you find that Eric doesn't look shocked to hear that you were going to Jungkook's house. At his reaction, you mentally let out a sigh, wondering why you had been so nervous for in the first place. Your migraine was making you overthink things you think to yourself as your shoulders relax. 

"Oh are you now?" Eric draws out the words, and gives Jungkook a look to say that he was caught out. "That's nice of you Jungkook, can I come?" 

"No" Jungkook replies bluntly, ignoring Eric's knowing look and the suggestion in his tone of voice.

"Aw man, you're no fun". Eric jokes half-heartedly before turning back to you. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asks with a concerned voice, capturing Jungkook's attention, who then turns to you

"You're not feeling well?" Jungkook repeats, finally noticing your pale face. "Do you want to skip tonight's dinner?"

"I'm fine" you tell the both of them with a sigh. "It's nothing" you flash Jungkook a reassuring smile, which he doesn't completely buy but rather than argue with you, he chooses to let it slide.

Feeling like a third-party outsider, Eric decides that it's time for him to go. As he turns to leave he stops mid step, remembering something.  "Oh yeah. I'm having welcome drinks for myself this Friday after work" he throws over his shoulder. "You both better be there!"

"Aren't we supposed to organize a welcome party?" You think to yourself aloud.

"It's Eric" Jungkook replies as an answer and begins to walk to his car. Not wanting to miss your ride, you quicken your pace to catch up with him. Once you reach his car, you open the passenger side door and slide in, leaning over the middle console to place your bag onto the backseat and out of your way.

As you settle into your seat, Jungkook turns on the engine and reverses out of his spot. "You don't have to go if you don't want to" he says as he pulls out onto the street. He presses a button on his steering wheel and turns on the radio, browsing through the channels until a song comes on, before resting one arm on his armrest. He didn't mind silent car rides because it gave him an opportunity to go over his thoughts but he knew how much you preferred listening to music. 

"I know" you reply, not registering Jungkook's thoughtfulness. "Are you going to go?" You didn't really have an intention to go, seeing as how the last work party you attended ended up with you getting a chair smashed over your back however a part of you had the strange suspicion that Eric wouldn't take no for an answer. Plus, if Jungkook went it probably wouldn’t be so bad.

"No, I don't usually attend work parties" Even though you had been expecting that answer from Jungkook, you still found yourself feeling slightly disappointed. 

"Something tells me Eric would drag you there against your will if you didn't go" you joke and chuckle at the imagine your mind has conjured up of Eric trying to wrestle Jungkook out of his house. There’s no doubt in your mind on who would win. Eric had broad shoulders but Jungkook had more muscle mass than he did. It would be an easy win for Jungkook, no doubt.

Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eye, before returning his attention to the road. You had that dazed off look on your face again, the one that you made whenever your mind was wandering off and thinking about god knows what. 

"You're probably right" Jungkook says as he turns onto the freeway. The rest of the drive falls away as you immerse yourself in conversation. As Jungkook tells you about his day and the current tender he's working on, you take the time to do your favourite thing during car rides with him and that is to admire his face. Whilst he is distracted you shamelessly stare at him to your hearts content. As always, he was dressed in a button up shirt and trousers, tucked in and secured with a black belt. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting casually on his armrest. The perfect picture of a man who was relaxed and confident in his driving skills. You watch as he lifts up his hand from the armrest and rub his bottom lip. His mouth continues to move, forming words but you barely register them. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Jungkook demands, breaking you from your daydream. You move your eyes away from his lips and glance back up to him, finding his eyes immediately on you. Feeling your cheeks flush, you quickly stutter out a response. 

"Huh? Yeah of course I was" to make your words seem legitimate you try to recall what Jungkook has been talking about but alas you draw up blank. You take a shot in the dark. "You were talking about the tender...right?"

Jungkook let's out a sigh and shakes his head. You were clearly off the mark. "I said, that I hadn't realised you and Eric were close" Jungkook repeats himself, keeping his voice as nonchalant and uninterested as possible. Ever since he had seen you and Eric together that day after work, the thought had been nagging at him and then when he saw the two of you together again...

"Oh we're not that close" you reply, earning you a raised eyebrow from Jungkook.

Seeing his bewildered expression, you elaborate. "I mean, we're friends, sort of..."

Friends who give each other piggybacks after just meeting again? Jungkook holds back his response and bites the inside of his cheek to refrain from scoffing. He doesn’t know why he cares that you and Eric are friends but he does and for some reason the fact bothered him...more than it should. Maybe it was because he had warned Eric not to cause trouble for you? But then why did he even care? You were an adult. You could take care of yourself.

You wait for Jungkook to respond but he doesn't. Instead he continues to keep his eyes on the road in front of him and you can feel his mood suddenly shift. He puts off the vibe that he’s annoyed and you can’t help but wonder if you had said or done something wrong. Had you crossed the line by befriending Eric? Was that it? Was he...jealous? No way. You smack away the thought immediately before it even properly forms in your head. Maybe if pigs could fly. You wave off your thought. It was probably nothing. You were probably just reading too much into the situation yet again.

Yeah that was probably it.

"Don't worry, you're still my favourite" you joke, wanting to lighten the mood. You smile widely at Jungkook and bat your eyelashes. Not being able to take you seriously with your face looking so ridiculous, Jungkook let's out a soft chuckle and shakes his head.

"You're an idiot" he mutters.

Your smile grows wider as you succeed in bringing his mood back and you feel a big sense of achievement. The rest of the drive falls away as you ask Jungkook if he had watched the movie on Netflix you had recommended, amongst other things and soon you find yourself arriving at his parent's house.

As you step out of his car you notice that there's another car parked in the driveway that isn't usually there. "Did your father invite someone to dinner?" You ask, turning to Jungkook with a puzzled expression. 

He looks to you and then to the driveway, to see what has caught your attention. "It looks like my mother's home" he replies when he sees the car parked next to his father's. He closes his door and locks the car before rounding it and heading towards the front door. Following behind Jungkook, you try to hose your sudden unease at the mention of his mother. 

This will be the first time that you see her since returning home for the funeral because she had been away on a business trips every time you had come over for dinner, coincidentally and much to your relief. You had nothing against Jungkook's mother in fact you respected and idolised her completely. She was an amazing business and career woman who managed to succeed and rise to the top of her field whilst still catering to her family. Though to be fair she had a lot of help in the family aspect seeing as how Jungkook's father was a homebody and he took to being a stay-at-home father like a duck to water. Jungkook's mother was a powerful woman but she was also just like Jungkook. They both emitted a strong aura that intimidated you and it didn't help that she had a way of cutting straight to your insecurities with her blunt way of speaking. She was like a blood hunt. All she needed a whiff and she could narrow down and pin point exactly what your insecurities were and make you feel completely inferior. It’’s probably what makes her such a good business.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks you as he presses the doorbell. "Are you feeling sick again?"

You shake your head. Not sick, just scared of seeing your mother and having her think I'm an incompetent idiot you want to reply but there's no way you could say that to him. "I'm fine, just hungry" you smile convincingly through your lie.

--

The good news was that his mother was in a good mood. The bad news was that she was also in a talkative mood. Which didn't bode well for either you or Jungkook as you soon found out. 

When you had arrived, Jungkook's grandfather had greeted the both of you at the door, you with a giant hug and Jungkook with a less giant and more restrained hug, much to his determination.

“Why do you look thinner? Have you lost weight?” Are the first words out of his grandfather’s mouth upon your arrival. He regards you with a disapproving frown before turning to Jungkook, who was in the process of slipping off his shoes and smacks him loudly on the back, the sound resonated throughout the room. “Why has she lost weight?” His grandfather demanded, accompanying his question with a few more hits for emphasis. “Have you been starving her in that company of yours?”.

Jungkook scowled at his grandfather from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t know why he was the one getting yelled at, after all what did he have to do with your health and what you ate?  It was ridiculous. The old man was getting more senile with age. Jungkook manoeuvred his back out of range, knowing, without having to look, that there was probably a red hand mark on his back already and he didn’t particular want another one to match it. “Why are you hitting me for? I don’t control what she eats”.

“Then why has she lost weight?!” His grandfather yelled accusingly, raising his palm again, threatening to land another smack. Jungkook’s back was one of your favourite attributes about Jungkook and you hated the thought of it getting marred. You decided it was time to intervene, so you quickly placed yourself in front of Jungkook, wedging yourself between the two of them.

“Grandfather, please. It’s not Jungkook’s fault. I’ve just been really busy with work” You tried to console him but it backfires when his grandfather turned to Jungkook and pointed a finger at him.

“See, it IS your fault!” His voice cracked and he broke out into a coughing fit. Harsh, dry coughs that sounded painful to you. You placed a comforting hand on his back to help soothe him when a voice interrupted.

“Now father, you know you shouldn’t exert yourself. It isn’t good for your health”. You watched in awe as Jungkook’s mother descended from the stairs onto the landing. She was as beautiful and impeccably dressed as always in a cream blouse and white trousers that kissed the floor whenever she walked. She smiled upon seeing Jungkook.

“Jungkook” She said his name fondly as she lent in for a peck on the cheek. As she moved away you got a whiff of her expensive perfume. The scent, subtle and elegant, just like its wearer. Her ears were decorated with opulent pearl earrings and on her neck, a matching pearl necklace. Both screamed money, despite their deceivingly minimalistic appearance. 

Seeing his parents, anyone would understand where Jungkook got his good looks from. The guy was blessed with winning the genetic lottery. However, those who knew Jungkook’s parents would also say that Jungkook inherited not only his mother’s striking appearance but also most of her personality. They were both reserved and incredibly smart, with a brain for business and numbers, which explained why they both exceeded in the business world. They were also incredibly intense and serious. The only difference being that Jungkook had thankfully also taken after his father, who was a lot more down-to-Earth. Unlike his mother, who always seemed to be switched on and ready to take on the world at the drop of a pin, Jungkook knew how to relax and dare you say it, crack a joke every now and again.

His mother’s behaviour was understandable though, seeing as how her father was also just as intense. In the entire time that you had known Jungkook, you had only met his mother’s side of the family twice. Both times had been at Jungkook’s birthday parties. You had met his other grandfather once and the encounter still left an impression on you to this day. You had been ten and you and Jungkook and a couple of the other kids had been entertaining yourself in a game of treasure hunt, courtesy of Jungkook’s father who had hid prizes around the house, wrapped in brown paper and tied securely with a piece of string. You and Jungkook had decided to partner up, knowing that you had a better chance if you worked together, that and because Jungkook was a better finder than you were. Even then you had known that the best chance of succeeding was with Jungkook. The two of you had gone upstairs and was in the process of searching the study when his grandfather had walked in. At Jungkook’s insistence, you had both hid behind the couch and waited for the right time to jump out and scare him. 

His grandfather had been on the phone and he had been angry. You don’t remember the conversation or what he had been saying but you do remember how scared you had been at his temper. He had shouted words that you had heard in movies, which your mother had forbade you from ever saying and some words that you had never even heard before and you hadn’t known what they meant at the time but from the way he had said it, you knew they were bad words. In a case of bad luck, your nose had begun to itch from the particles behind the couch and before you had been able to stop it, you had let out a big sneeze.

“Who’s there?” his grandfather had demanded. “Come out at once”. His tone of voice had been firm and full of authority and you had both crawled out from behind the couch with your heads down.

Taking in the both of you, his grandfather returned to his call and made a promise to call them back before turning his attention back to the two of you “Jungkook? What were you two doing there?”

At the intensity of his gaze, you involuntarily moved so that half of your body was hidden behind Jungkook who replied to his grandfather’s question in a shaky voice. “I’m sorry grandfather. We were looking for presents and thought it would be fun to scare you”.

“Well run along then. There aren’t any presents in here”. He signalled to the door and not needing to be told twice, you and Jungkook rush to leave. As you reached the door, for some inexplicable reason you had the urge to look back.

With his fierce and piercing brown eyes that were so dark they almost looked black, Jungkook’s grandfather had said something that you could never forget. “Remember what curiosity did to the cat young lady…” 

--

It was the strangest thing to say to a ten-year-old. Sitting beside Jungkook at the dinner table, you glance over to him and wonder if he remembers that encounter. Probably not you think to yourself. It wasn’t anything memorable. You figure that growing up with an intense father like that would definitely have an affect on one’s personality.

“So…I hear you’re now working at Jungkook’s company thanks to my father in law here. How lucky it is to have connections”. His mother’s comment catches you off guard and you pause mid-chew. Here we go. You brace yourself for the bombard of questions. You swallow your mouthful of food and prepare a response but before you can say anything, Jungkook’s grandfather jumps in to your defence.

“I only got her the interview, she did all the rest herself” He smiles proudly at you and your heart almost bursts at his words and the pride in his voice. You return his smile, grateful for his comment.

Jungkook’s mother looks on curiously between your exchange before extending a perfectly manicured hand and reaching for her glass of wine. You watch in mild fascination as she swirls the deep red liquor in her glass before taking a small sip. It hadn’t occurred to you that people actually did that in real life. You had thought it was only in movies.

“So how is work? Is it good? Do you find it challenging?”

“It’s good. I’m enjoying it” You reply honestly, conscious of Jungkook in the corner of your eye. You hadn’t really spoken to Jungkook about your job before. “It was a bit challenging at first but now I’ve gotten the hang of things, so there’s no trouble”.

His mother makes a noncommittal sound.

“That’s always good isn’t it” Jungkook’s father chimes in gleefully. “Stress at work is bad” You’re about to nod your head in agreement when Jungkook’s mother speaks up again.

“That is true darling, but I feel that if the job isn’t challenging you each day then you’re just wasting your time. You should be constantly trying to better yourself and further educate yourself. Don’t you agree?” She fixes you with a smile and you hesitate slightly, before responding.

“I agree, but I feel like change and improvement shouldn’t be forced. I think it’s okay to take it easy sometimes and relax”.

“Spoken like a true idealist”

“Mother. Enough” Jungkook interjects firmly, as you look down at your food, hiding your hurt response to her comment. Once again she had hit the needle on the head. You know that you weren’t a career driving person. Sure you wanted to succeed and grow, but you knew that you would never do anything spectacular, like become a CEO of a company, or win a Nobel prize or create a cure for some kind of disease but you were alright with that fact. You were happy with cruising through life and taking it day by day, living it up to the fullest and you had accepted that fact about yourself. However Jungkook’s mother made it seem as though your belief was foolish. You bite your tongue and refuse to let her get to you.

Jungkook cannot believe his mother. For the most of dinner she hadn’t said a single word to you and now she was making childish and snide comments. He knew the reason behind her standoffish and almost cold behaviour towards you and it only added to his annoyance towards his mother.

“You’re right, sweetie” His mother smiles innocently before taking another sip of her wine. Jungkook glances notably down at her plate, which had been left almost untouched and then back to the glass in her hand. This was her second glass.

Jungkook knew he should have stayed away when his father had called to tell him his mother was home, two days earlier than expected and would be joining them for dinner.

“So, Jungkook. Tell me, how is Areum? I haven’t seen her around much. Are you two still seeing each other?”

You almost choke on your rice and barely manage to stop yourself from coughing. Reaching for your glass of water you quickly take a sip, feeling the rice scrape against the inside of your throat on the way down. What did his mother just say? Jungkook and Areum? Dating? You struggle to keep your face expressionless as you continue to make a show of eating your food. Although, you’re probably not the only one who has felt the tension in the air suddenly thicken. It’s so intense that it’s almost palpable. Jungkook’s father has noticed it too, along with his wife’s moody behaviour because he swiftly interrupts and tries to take control of the situation. 

“Now, honey. Let’s not talk about such things at dinner. Why don’t you try some soup? It’s your favourite ox-tail”.

His mother waves off her husband with her hand. “Thank you darling but I want to know how our son is doing with his fiancee”.

Your hand freezes mid-reach for your glass of water and everything turns silent. His mother’s voice repeats in your ear and there’s a ringing. Fiancee? Did she just call Areum Jungkook’s fiancee? No one says anything for a while and you can feel all their eyes on you, except for Jungkook, who is shooting daggers at his mother. Your palms begin to sweat and you close your hands into fists, pulling them underneath the table and resting them onto your lap. Your heart begins to speed up and you try to take calming breaths.

“Why don’t we talk about something else, I’m sure every one would like to discuss something else” Jungkook’s father tries again to dissuade his wife. He says something else but you don’t hear it. Your head has started to hurt again and the only thing you can hear is the loud pounding of your heartbeat in your ear. You close your eyes as the pressure builds in your temples and the pain returns. 

Not bearing the pain, you rise up from your seat and push your chair back. “I’m sorry” You announce, catching everyone’s attention. “I’m suddenly not feeling very well. I think it’s best if I go home and rest”. You collect your jacket from the back of your chair before briefly turning to Jungkook’s parents and grandpa Jeon “Thank you so much for dinner. I’m sorry I can’t stay and help clean up”.

As you begin to leave, Jungkook stands up from his chair, a worried expression crosses his face. “I’ll take you home” He offers but you turn him down.

“No!” you reply rather forcibly. “No, no stay please. I’ll be fine, I’ll call an Uber”.

Jungkook looks unsure, as does his father. “Are you sure? If you’re not feeling well Jungkook can drive you home”

That’s the last thing you wanted right now. “No, really. It’s fine” You insist and give Jungkook a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. I’ll message you when I get home”.

You can’t make it to the door fast enough and you nearly fall over trying to put your flats on. You don’t know why you feel so panicked but the moment you get outside and breathe in the fresh air, you feel better. You felt as though you were suffocating in there and the fresh air was a reprieve. As you make your way down the drive way, you reach for your phone but not before Jungkook calls out your name. You stop and turn around, seeing Jungkook jog towards you. He didn’t have his coat on despite the cool temperature and he still had on his slippers, suggesting that he had come after you in a rush. Why? You don’t know.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here? I said I was fine”.

He stops once he reaches you, breathing heavily. “I know. I just wanted to make sure”. When you had got up from the table and left, abruptly, it had worried Jungkook and he wanted to see for himself that you were alright and to explain what had just happened.

You can see the goosebumps on his forearms, where he had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, so you urge him to go back inside. “Thank you but like I said before, I’m fine. I’ve just got a headache. I didn’t mean to worry you now please will you go back inside? It’s cold out here” You place your hands on his arm and give him a slight nudge. At the moment your emotions were a mess and you needed to be away from him. You don’t know why you had gotten so jealous at the mention of Areum as his fiancee.

Jungkook resists your push and looks you in the eye earnestly, determined to get through to you “She’s not my fiancee” he says, stopping you.

Does he mean Areum? You close your eyes and fight the throbbing in your head. Why won’t he just leave?

“It’s fine honestly, I don’t care” You reply haphazardly. You’re not sure who you’re trying to convince more, Jungkook or yourself. 

“I wasn’t lying when I told you Areum and I aren’t engaged. It’s the truth. We’re not”. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s still there, freezing his nipples off. He just knows that he has to explain to you so you understand what was going on. 

“Then why did your mother say that?” You give in and stop trying to force him away.

Jungkook shakes his head at the mention of his mother. He was going to have a word with her next. “She’s wrong, okay. Look she wants me to marry Areum, I don’t. Plain as that. You have to believe me”. 

You’re not sure if it’s he sincerity in his voice or the way he’s looking at you but you believe him. You find yourself nodding your head and replying. “I believe you”. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders and you find yourself being able to breathe again. “I believe you, Jungkook. Now go back inside before you get sick!” You place both of you palms onto his back and give him a shove in the direction of his house. Thankfully this time, he doesn’t resist. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you?” He asks, glancing at you over his shoulder. You smile and shake your head.

“For the hundredth time dad, I’ll be fine”.

Jungkooks narrows his eyes at you calling him your dad but he decides to let it slide this once. “Message me when you get back okay?”

“Yes, dad” you roll your eyes and let out a laugh as Jungkook tries to playfully shove your head. “Go, I’ll see you tomorrow”. You say as you move your head out of the way with a wide grin on your face.

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After waiting for the Uber to arrive and making sure that you got in okay, Jungkook finally returns to the house. By now his fingers are numb and his rage had somewhat settled. The door slams shut behind him and he finds his parents in the kitchen, just where he thought they would be. His father was loading the plates into the dishwasher and his mother was keeping him company, sitting perfectly relaxed on a stool by the counter top, with not a care in the world. 

When he enters the room, his father looks up from what he’s doing. “Did she get home alright?” he asks. 

“Yeah, she just got into an Uber now” Jungkook replies before turning his attention to his mother.  “What the fuck was that?” he demands in an accusatory tone. 

“Jungkook!” His father gasps in a scandalised voice but Jungkook ignores him. His focus is solely on his mother, whose calm demeanour doesn’t waver, despite his foul language.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She replies, feigning ignorance which pisses Jungkook off even more.

“I’ve told you time and time again. I’m not going to marry Areum. End of discussion”. he grits his teeth. “How many times must I tell you and grandfather?”

His mother merely sighs in exasperation “Now, Jungkook, not this again. I thought we got over this?”

Jungkook hated it when his mother treated him as though he were a child and not an adult, capable of making his own decisions “I don’t care what kind of agreement you or grandfather have made with Areum’s father, I’m playing no part in it. I won’t be a pawn in your games”.

“Need I remind you that I am your mother” his mother’s voice cracks and her composure begins to slip “You can’t speak to me like this”  

Jungkook scoffs in disbelief, finding the words ironic, coming from her. The woman who was barely home whilst he was growing up. A bitter taste settles in his mouth. “Funny you say that seeing as how you’ve never been my mother, only when it suited you”

The last thing he hears before he leaves is his mother’s voice calling after him.

To Be Continued.

[izzy-mccalla]

soft donny/julia? i love this ship so much and theres not enough content ❤

Anonymous said: can you write something for donny and julia? like a lazy morning one shot kind of thing? i love trovitski so much hdheheb

Hi I’m doing both of these now because life is just like that and I’m busy. This was supposed to be short? I’m not sure what happened. It’s not super super trovitski centric, but it’s enough.

Donny was expecting things to be different when they got back to Cleveland. He was already getting calls from Jo and Oliver who wanted to book the band to play regularly, and some fancy person from New York called him in the airport about the idea of a tour.

But sadly enough when he dropped his bags in the entryway of his apartment and turned on the lights it looked just like it had when he left. Dark, lonely, and boring. His books were still neatly organized in the bookshelf he’d barely touched since returning from war the first time, his piano still had a disastrous pile of music that could be anything from the next hit song to a page of sheet music where he turned all of the music notes into little dogs. He couldn’t help but think about Julia sitting at his piano in a yellow blouse with her ukulele helping him write music.

Julia.

Donny really doesn’t know where he stands with Julia. Sure they kissed, but they also had made the reasonable agreement that neither of them were ready to jump back into a relationship after Michael. So now they were at a stubborn impasse of not wanting to make the first move and dancing around each other.

So instead of calling Julia or some other member of the band, Donny unpacked and went to bed.

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When Donny wakes up nothing changed. It’s not like he had some big smart revelation while he was asleep. Instead he kind of feels like going right back to bed and staring at the ceiling until he thinks of something better or the clock hits four and he can go to rehearsal.

Might as well. Donny pushes himself out of bed, accidentally knocking all of his blankets to the floor and gets dressed. He once had someone tell him to ‘dress for the day you want to have’ but after twenty five years of living and a war Donny has decided that that is bullshit and he wants to wear sweatpants to sit around at home.

He’s just finishing brushing his hair when he notices that there is music playing. It’s very soft and he’d almost think it’s the neighbors, if it weren’t for the fact that all of his neighbors are old ladies who only like classical music.

When Donny opens his bedroom door the lights are on and the music is coming from his radio on the counter. He has a brief moment to consider whether someone broke into his apartment with the sole purpose of playing music before Julia comes into view.

Julia looks just as beautiful as she did when they said goodbye yesterday at the airport. Her hair is freshly washed and it bops along with her head while she dances. Some corner of Donny’s mind supplies that she is making pancakes and bacon, even though the only thing in Donny’s fridge is a bottle of ketchup and maybe some takeout food that went bad while he was in new york.

“Oh,” Julia stops dancing when she notices Donny “I didn’t realize you were awake”

“What are you doing here?” Donny realizes that the question probably sounded a bit harsh and Julia’s face falls. He hurries to correct himself “Not that I’m not glad that you’re here. I’m just curious”

Julia smiles again and Donny takes a minute to appreciate the way the sunlight lights up her face. “I think everyone is probably feeling pretty down after the travel day. I thought I’d make breakfast but my mom needs the kitchen for her book club and you have a nice kitchen and a decent number of chairs so I figured we can host here”

Donny hasn’t had any coffee yet so it takes him a second to absorb everything Julia said. Travel, check. Breakfast, check. Book club, check. Stab at Davy and the three and a half chairs he has in his apartment, check.

“If that doesn’t work I can just leave” Julia offered “I just figured you didn’t really have any plans”

“You were correct and this is great. Do you need help?” Donny asks. He is so so glad Julia is here and he doesn’t have to sit around alone.

“Wash your hands” Julia instructs. Before kissing Donny softly “Good morning”  She puts him to work peeling potatoes and cutting them into squares while she talks. “Everyone should be coming. Wayne is going to be a little late because Grady has an appointment and Jimmy says to plan on him being late because he needs to pick up Davy and Johnny”

“Uh huh” Donny is trying very hard to listen to Julia and not cut himself. “Wait how did you get in my apartment?”

“My mom gave me the key you gave her to plant sit” Julia pointed at Gertrude, Donny’s one potted Zinnia that he loved and had somehow kept alive for almost a year now.

Donny considers asking for the key back, but there are worse things than Julia being able to get into his apartment. It will also help for next time Donny locks himself out of said apartment. “Okay”

Someone knocks on the door right as Donny finishes cutting up the last potato. He leaves Julia at the frying pan and goes to answer the door.

“Sorry we’re late” Jimmy sighed and gestured at the men behind him. Donny considers mentioning that they are right on time, but he knows that Jimmy likes to run about five minutes ahead of the clock.

“Hey I was dressed and ready when you got to my apartment” Davy defends. Donny lets them in and takes note of the fact that they are all standing closer that would be considered usual.. “I am the epitome of punctuality”

“Didn’t it take you five minutes to tie your shoes” Johnny points out. He looks more alert than usual, maybe it’s something to do with it being morning.

Jimmy laughs and Davy just looks annoyed “Not true”

“If your shoes are off come help in the kitchen” Julia requests. Johnny is the first to reach the kitchen and Donny can hear Julia greeting him and putting him on dish duty.

“Thanks for inviting us” Jimmy shocks Donny out of his thoughts about how nice Julia’s voice sounds.

“I technically didn’t” Donny tries to give Jimmy a look that properly sends the message of What’s going on with you and the two idiots in the kitchen, but Jimmy just blushes and shrugs.

“If you don’t help cook you don’t get to eat”

“Coming Julia” Jimmy kicks off his shoes and they join the chaos in the kitchen.

Donny walks up behind Julia to hug her and kiss her on the cheek, because she’s pretty, and smart, and a good cook, but she pushes him away teasingly “You’re not done yet” She smiles and taps Donny on the head with her spatula “Can you make scrambled eggs?”

“How bad of a cook do you think I am?”

“Go do that” Julia shoos him away, but not without a kiss.

Nick shows up next, then Wayne exactly 15 minutes on time. Julia has Wayne set the table and makes Nick help with pancakes. The kitchen is a blur, but before long they have enough food to feed everyone present and Ms. Adams when Julia goes home. They all pile around Donny’s relatively small kitchen table and eat food and tell jokes. Donny holds Julia’s hand the whole time and it’s nice. Everything is nice, the band, Julia, even Donny’s apartment feels a little happier.