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aminiatureworld · 4 years ago

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Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,707

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Modern AU in which the reader’s s/o is famous.

Author’s Note: My first crack at a modern AU and I enjoyed it immensely! My personal media of choice definitely came through in this prompt. I would now kill for Albedo to read Shakespeare. Also streamer Kazuha is an inspired idea, thank you anon for that! Not to mention musician Xiao, truly chef’s kiss.

Albedo

Albedo was a stage actor, both by education and by trade. Starting in high school he began in local productions, before entering into the Mondstadt Theateracademie. After appearing as Estragon in a filmed version of Waiting for Godot, he began to be scouted for various television miniseries, eventually becoming a well-respected film actor.

You arrived somewhere in the middle of his career. Working as a costume assistant at the Academie you had quickly fallen for the inquisitive and deceptively intense soul that exuded every color of emotion onstage, from raging anger to soft sorrow, before stepping into the wings and resuming an aura of utter calm. He had captivated you, both as an actor and as a human being; and when you learned that he had also become slightly infatuated with you, well, it was hard not to feel like you had stepped into a wonderful play, or perhaps simply a wonderful play had been brought to life.

The switch from theatre to screen was certainly a jarring one for both of you. When the first film contract was offered Albedo had stared at it for a long time, rereading it over and over again as the coffee in front of him quickly turned cold.

“Is there something wrong with the contract?” You had asked.

“No, it’s not that. It’s only…”

“Only?”

“Only on stage there is a single audience. You can feel their reactions, can measure their response. There is nothing nebulous about the people around you. But on film you cannot do that. You cannot adjust for time of day, or whether it’s a weekend or a Friday performance. You must let your lines out and hope that they land without even being able to calculate it.”

“It’s not a science experiment my darling,” you had teased.

“Maybe not,” Albedo admitted. Still he continued to read and reread, and it was only until the next afternoon that he had told you his answer.

Still, you had to admit that he made a fantastic actor. The naturally inward part of your partner’s personality, the part that always seemed to jump out the moment he left the stage, worked well to balance with the camera’s need for subtlety, unlike the projection required for stage plays. It was little surprise then that he should grow so popular. Despite all the worries about measuring audience response, there was no doubting the success of Albedo’s acting career.

Being a naturally withdrawn person Albedo mostly stayed off of social media. He had one private Instagram for friends – he didn’t post anything; one private Facebook for family – the only picture was one of you two in the mountains next to a particularly weird looking rock; and WhatsApp – which could barely be counted. Thus when he started blowing up on Twitter – a platform you had a mostly unused account on – the reaction was mostly one of “why are they talking about me?”

Not that Albedo minded fan enthusiasm, indeed when people started showing up in droves at the stage door for him he was always careful to thank everyone collectively and talk to as many people as possible, it just sort of confused him that so many people should take a vested interest in the actor and not just the character.

“It’s because they want to show you how wonderful they think your performances are,” you’d explained.

“I don’t have Twitter,” Albedo deadpanned.

Despite his protests though you sometimes caught him scrolling on your account, face slightly red at all the positive attention. His habit of internal self-deprecation had never truly gone away. That fact became slightly unfortunate in the face of hate comments. It was hard for Albedo not to take things personally. If someone said his acting was shit then you would catch Albedo reading the same line over and over again, as if to achieve mathematical perfection. It was a difficult urge to fight, and you were always careful to give Albedo plenty of reassurance when these things popped up, as well as surreptitiously blocking the trolls that wandered their way onto your dash.

This habit to take things at face value did not apply when you entered the mix. As far as Albedo was concerned you were his partner and no amount of complaining online would make him second guess that or second guess your worth. Even if you thought that you had a better hold on social media assholerly than he did Albedo would still make sure that for every hate comment that floated your way there were at least three compliments on his part. Mentioning you off-handedly in press interviews, saying that he had to go home to his partner, leaving small sketches on post-it notes scattered throughout your apartment, there were no lengths that Albedo wouldn’t go to assure you. And, if you had to admit, these things truly did make you feel better on the days when the small part of your brain said that this wasn’t mindless social media harassment.

Being an actor Albedo had an incredibly fine-tuned sense of the way that people responded to emotions, as if he were performing some grand sort of scientific experiment to see how many people he could sway with his gift. As of such he was always careful that, regardless of his success, things between you were never upturned. You were with him before he was really famous, and you would be there during and after. Albedo loved you deeply; though he often said that he hated romance plays for how sappy they were in his mind your relationship was the one, glowing exception – regardless of the other happy couples in the world. Though it was slightly idealistic, it was the kind of intensity that comprised Albedo’s personality, was the thing that had garnered him so much success.

Albedo loved you deeply, and no amount of surprise movie contracts would change that.

Kazuha

You had to admit that when you had met Kazuha you had no idea about his double life as a streamer. He was merely one of the many singers that came and went to the recording studios, all people eager to unleash their talent on the world. But unlike the rest of them, Kazuha could make you laugh.

Perhaps then it was unsurprising that Kazuha should be a popular streamer. Though his often florid talking style might seem on paper like it would be too grating for streaming, in reality his soft cadence combined with a dry sense of humor made him wildly popular. He rarely lost his temper, making him palatable to those who wanted to have a fun time without blowing their ears out, and when he did lose it his hyper-specific, often nonsensical insults were the stuff of memes. No, in retrospect it was not all that surprising that Kazuha was a beloved streamer.

At heart though, Kazuha had told you over coffee, the enthusiastic and earnest internet sensation was a poet.

“When you’ve had a life as dissonant as mine, how can you not be?” He’d joked. And indeed perhaps he was right, for Kazuha was as wonderful a poet as you had ever read. He was born to be a writer, you had told him.

You were also an aspiring singer, as well as a friend of the studio owner where you did your recordings. As such you had made it a habit to help around the studio when you weren’t also working or studying. As you and Kazuha were both students with intense side jobs, the good natured complaining of overworked students also made their way into you rapport, a friendship that grew day-by-day. Eventually it sprouted into love.

Though you knew that Kazuha was a streamer when your relationship started, in reality you hadn’t realized how truly popular he had become. The first time you watched one of his streams you were blown away by his popularity. Watching your first livestream only cemented that. It was hard to believe that your down-to-earth, slightly self-effacing, partner could have garnered such a large fanbase. Not that you didn’t think he deserved it. He absolutely did. However after seeing that you admitted you were a bit awestruck.

“Why? Am I not the same person on screen and off?”

“Of course you are! It’s just, well, my partner’s a celebrity!”

“I would go that far,” Kazuha laughed.

“Well you certainly are to me!”

Nevertheless your dynamic didn’t change much afterwards, besides the occasional teasing on both of your parts. Kazuha was after all Kazuha at the end of the day.

At the beginning Kazuha didn’t mention you much on stream, certainly not by name, you had to admit you were a bit intimidated by the idea of being recognizable on the internet, even if it was just by name.

“This is also my partner’s favorite map.” Had been his first mention, during a game of Mario Kart.

Despite this offhanded remark however the chat had almost immediately exploded, followed by the rest of the fanbase. Though there was, of course, some disappointed buzz – isn’t there always – the reaction was immensely positive. Positive, and curious.

After a while Kazuha started mentioning you more often in streams, especially after the two fo you moved in. Sometimes you would hear him as you passed him room – Kazuha liked to keep the door open – other times you would watch it on stream yourself.

“My partner hates this character. Too bad you can’t throw evidence.”

“Nobody tell my partner that I’m afraid of basements. I don’t need them to know that when laundry day rolls around.”

“Hey if you’re watching this dear, I promise that it’s not that much money. You don’t need to look at the bank account. Who am I kidding, this is why we don’t share one.”

“Hey, darling I know you’re watching this. Can you check and make sure I left my keys on the coffee table, they aren’t on my desk. Also can you make tea?”

Despite fans knowing very little about you, you were surprised by the amount of positive comments that flooded the streams. You had to admit that your initial expectations had been “people are going to find me annoying”. Instead funny comics of your voice drifting in from the other room popped up, along with a lot of waving and “tell your partner not to trust you with the keys” after Kazuha fell off a cliff one too many times. It was an odd experience, to be so happy about the comments of faceless people, people to whom you were also faceless.

Eventually Kazuha’s hardwork in singing paid off and his first single was recorded and given a deal. On the evening of the release livestream Kazuha set up in the living room, angling the camera so that you could sit on the chair just out of frame. You had talked about the release for months now, and a few weeks ago Kazuha had brought up the idea of a pseudo-stream reveal.

“I was wondering if you’d like to say hello to the audience or wave when my song is released. I understand that you’re hesitant about those sort of things, and I would never ask of you something that would make you uncomfortable. This relationship is the most precious thing to me, and I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or exploited in any ways.”

“Thank you for being so considerate Kazuha. I’ll think about it.”

Now you sat in the chair, fidgeting slightly, waiting as the countdown on his laptop reached one. You excitement certainly seemed matched by that of the fans, who were typing wildly in the chat.

Eventually the screen faded to black and the chatting quieted down. The first few notes of a wooden flute emerged, combined with the strumming of a guitar. As the familiar words began to echo through the laptop speaker you found yourself washed away. Kazuha was always enthralling when he sang. At the end of the song was a dedication, and though Kazuha had already alluded to it, the sincerity still took your breath away.

To my dearest partner. My compass and my guiding star throughout this realization of my dream. You are my sun and my stars, and I’m forever devoted to you. Thank you for sharing in this project, and thank you for giving me such love.

Perhaps it was slightly saccharine. Regardless you felt the sudden, uninhibited urge to cry.

“So, what did everyone think?” Kazuha asked into the mic, face reappearing on screen. He was slightly giddy, and you watched as his hand tugged on the fabric of his linen belt.

Immediately the chat exploded, as waves of “that was amazing”, “I’m crying now”, and “the end was so sweet!” flooded the screen.

“Thank you all for the encouragement!” Kazuha let out a laugh, one that you could tell was one of utter euphoria, and no little relief. “There’s someone else I think who would like to thank you.”

Who knew that a small sentence could cause such a splash?

You barely had time to let out a tentative “Hello,” before an immediate wave of excited screaming covered the bottom left of Kazuha’s stream. “Thank you for supporting Kazuha’s song. And thank you for always being nice to me.” With a tentative wave of the hand you collapsed back on your chair, slightly hysterical laughter rising inside you out of the relief that flooded through you upon seeing the enthused fan reaction.

Afterwards your voice became the occasional guest on Kazuha’s streams, always greeted with enthusiasm. Kazuha continued to grow in popularity, and his music continued to capture a larger and larger audience.

All throughout this you never felt a snag in your relationship. Kazuha may have been a big streaming personality, but he was also a kind and considerate partner, the best that one could ask for in a significant other. Kazuha’s love was never in question. And neither was yours.

Xiao

Sometimes you were a little self-conscious about the way that you met Xiao.

Though Xiao had definitely grown a following by the time you met – being the main pianist for a popular singer and a classical pseudo-prodigy in both piano and flute his own right certainly had roped him an enthusiastic fanbase – you had simply known him as “the guy who hogs the practice room”.

“I swear to the gods, how long can that bastard take to practice!” You texted angrily at your friend one day. Qixing Conservatory was the premiere music place in Liyue, but what should’ve been an amazing opportunity was being overshadowed by a practice room partner who appeared to not have a life, one who also had the obnoxious habit of playing the same damn thing over, and over, and over again.

“Playing the same piece as before?”

“Yes! Ugh I don’t even know what it’s called but I’ve heard it enough times to last a lifetime, maybe five!”

“Damn I’m sorry, what time does he usually end?”

“I don’t even know. Some time in the early evening. It’s obviously never gotten through to his brain that other people also need to practice. Or that hearing the same notes over and over while waiting makes me want to chuck my binder against a wall.”

“Lol. I kinda want to hear it now. Can you send a video, will the sound pick up?”

“I don’t know how it wouldn’t.”

“…”

“Holy shit! Okay, I need you to watch this video and tell me if you recognize the pianist.”

Safe to say you nearly fell out of your chair upon figuring out Xiao’s identity. Not that you weren’t already about to out of pure exasperation. Still, there was something much more intimidating about shaming a successful musician, and you no longer had the urge to glare at Xiao every time he left the practice room. Honestly, you would have been perfectly happy keeping your head down and never interacting with him at all.

Fate, however, has a sense of humor.

To be fair, some of it was your fault. You knew that Erlkonig was a massively difficult piece. You knew that you should’ve picked something else, knew that even Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata mvt. Three had to be less painful than the non-vocal arrangement you’d placed in front of your eyes. You were never trusting your music taste with your piece choices again. This was a terrible mistake.

“These stupid fucking running notes!” You let out, a groan of exasperation racing through you. Half slamming (you weren’t crazy) the piano cover down you swung the door of the practice room open. You didn’t want to deal with this anymore. Trying to ignore the embarrassment that rose up seeing Xiao waiting on a chair next to the door you went to walk down the hallway.

“You should work on it with a dotted sixteenth note pattern.”

It was the first time that Xiao had ever spoken to you.

Afterwards a rapport slowly grew between the two of you. Often Xiao said nothing as you passed, rarely you made a gesture of recognition when he finally reappeared from the practice room. However soon the occasional word or phrase of advice grew into longer sentences, later these sentences evolved into pieces of conversation. Soon enough you discovered, to your slight horror, that you found yourself yearning for Xiao’s company.

Almost as soon as you’d finally figured out your feelings you were hit with a wave of denial. You weren’t falling for Xiao? How could you fall for someone who got on your nerves so much? Sure he gave you advice, but what about it? You deserved it after having to hear him over and over again while waiting. Certainly Xiao didn’t seem interested in you, he barely talked to you! Yeah he was getting more talkative, but it’s easier to talk to people when you’re giving them advice. There’s no way you were in love with Xiao. And there was no way he was in love with you.

To say that Xiao’s career as a musician, never mind his genuine technical talent at two instruments, was a barrier would be an understatement. The moment you thought you were making some progress, finally admitting to yourself that this crush was, in fact, real, a wave of anxiety would pass over you. Xiao was too good for you, he was too important. Here was a man who had a successful musical career already up in the air while you banged frustratedly on the keys. Why would someone that successful be interested in you? Not to mention the fact that he didn’t seem interested.

Because, you had to admit, you did like Xiao’s music. Not just his classical repertoire, but his pop music as well. It was slightly jazzy, mellow and playful and utterly unlike the scowling musician behind it – something you secretly thought extremely cute and surprisingly charming. To him you were just a practice roommate, and you were sure he’d find the idea of dating someone who was more familiar with his public persona irritating.

So you buried your feelings, or tried to. Unfortunately like sometimes attracts like, and just as Xiao secretly had the emotional understanding of a teaspoon, you weren’t nearly as clever about things as you would like.

“Is there something on my face?” Xiao asked, his voice gruff and slightly reluctant.

“No, why would there be?”

“Because you’re staring at it!”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You let your head drop, looking intently at the ivories in front of you. Eventually there was a sigh.

“You don’t have to do that. I… I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! You staring down is weird too. Let’s, let’s just hurry up and do this passage.”

After that you became more aware of your staring habit. You also became more aware of Xiao’s own habit, leaning towards you. Sometimes you swore that you could feel the tips of his hair tickling your neck, light and feathery and stealing all your attention.

“Hey, Xiao, do you need glasses?”

“Why would you asked that!” Xiao flared up, face reddening. By this time you’d become more accustomed to these flareups of grumpiness, and ignoring it you pressed on.

“It’s just, you seem to be leaning forward.”

“I’m not!” Immediately Xiao shifted back, almost stepping away. Without thinking about it you reached to grab his hand.

“I didn’t mean it was a bad thing!” You got out, before becoming aware of your hand grasping Xiao’s. The touch felt electric, and you were suddenly so very aware of everything, yet unable to focus at all.

“Then you shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Xiao grumbled.

Slowly the musician leaned closer to you once more. You had already half stood up and now you found yourself stepping closer to Xiao. The world continued to shrink until you were almost pressed together. Xiao was leaning forward, as were you, and the longer tufts of his hair were tickling your cheek, helped by the fan whirring away in the corner. Your hand was still in his, but all your thoughts appeared to have died away.

“Xiao?”

“Is this, too close?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Xiao?”

“What?”

“I like your music. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“Why would it?”

“I don’t know. I just, I also like you, not just your music. But I also like your music.”

“I also like yours too.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic of confessions, but at that point you were far too carried away by the moment, or maybe by the fact that was the most sentences Xiao had strung together that weren’t about triplets. Regardless of the fact, you were suddenly seized by incredible happiness, as all appeared to right itself.

Afterwards initially little changed, Xiao was a gruff as ever, you were still itching to play in the practice room more. Nevertheless when you went to a concert of his for the first time and he let out a small, almost imperceptible, smile your way you knew things had changed. They would keep changing perhaps, or maybe they wouldn’t. After all, this moment was beautiful.

So much that you didn’t even mind the hours spent waiting for the practice room.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Jackson Wang

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jackson is the definition of a clingy boyfriend, any time he can get a bit of your attention or close the gap a little bit closer towards you, he’ll definitely do so. He’s always very reluctant to let you out of his hold, or out of his gaze.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He was very friendly to everyone he met, so with that of course, you just thought he was being nice to you too. As you got closer, he began to get a little flirtier with you, but you brushed it aside again as something he just did to everyone to make them feel comfortable. It definitely hurt Jackson seeing you react so coldly, but he could see why you did so.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

One night when you brushed him aside, the pain became too much. He took you by surprise by pulling you to one side, offloading every feeling he had, both the hurt he felt by the way he treated you and how much he felt himself falling for you. You were shocked, it took a long time for you to react, Jackson was convinced you were going to reject him, but just as he began to walk away you pulled him back and let him know how you felt too.

D ⇴ DATES

He often liked to impress you on dates, he’d always arrange something special for the two of you, if it was dinner, he’d pick somewhere fancy, or if it was at a movie, he’d always make sure to get the best seats for you. He was an absolute gentleman on all of your dates, he always paid and always made sure you were well looked after. As much as he loved to whine and dine you, if you suggested a night lazing around on the sofa, he’d be more than down for that too, whatever you wanted to do, he’d do with you, as long as you were happy then Jackson knew that the date was going to be a success.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

The few relationships he’d had before you had fizzled out as soon as he began to get busy, which was his biggest concern with you. However, you were a lot more understanding than his previous girlfriends, at times he found himself questioning why you stuck around, but coming home at midnight and seeing you awake, with dinner prepared, answered everything. He hated sometimes how pushed aside you could be, but as you constantly reassured him, you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into by dating him, and as long as work was going well, you were happy to be the second priority.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He hates fighting with a passion, he’s more argumentative about the fact the two of you shouldn’t argue than what you’re arguing about. If you walk away, he’ll follow you, if you try to leave, he’ll hide the keys, there’s no way that he’ll let you allow an argument to go on for longer than it needs to. He won’t cry, but he’ll definitely feel himself getting emotional, he’s passionate about even the smallest of things, no matter what the two of you argue about, he’ll refuse to let it go. Once he’s told you how he’s felt, he’ll listen to how you feel and quickly find a way for you both to come to some sort of compromise.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

It was no secret that Jackson was very close with his family, especially Aimee. He’d hyped you up to his niece before you’d even met, somehow convincing her that you were his princess, which was an idea she absolutely loved. So, when you finally met them, and saw the way her eyes lit up, you knew that you were going to settle in well with his family.

H ⇴ HOME

He spent a lot of his time travelling between countries, so it didn’t take long for Jackson to encourage you to move in with him. During some months, his time in Korea was limited, so he wanted to have you around for as much of it as possible. It also meant he could spend more time with you, which he was never going to decline. Coming home and seeing you there was a feeling he’d never quite get used to.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Even though he knew weeks before he said the first ‘I love you,’ on one of your dinner dates, Jackson was hesitant to say it too quickly and overwhelm you. As soon as he said it, it definitely took you by surprise, you weren’t sure if it was just you that was falling quickly, but you’d quickly reply, and let him know that you loved him too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’d definitely try and play his jealousy down, he hated letting on to anyone that someone had annoyed him. This was when clingy Jackson would often make an appearance, he wasn’t afraid to hug you a little bit tighter or kiss you a little more frequently if it meant that whoever was around you got the message. Once you were out of the situation, you’d always ask him about it, but he’d just try and convince you that he just wanted a hug, even though you could see right through him each and every time.

K ⇴ KIDS

From the start of your relationship, it will be made obvious to you that Jackson wants kids in the future. Seeing him around Aimee, you could see how much of an incredible dad he’d be, but he also felt the same way watching you with her. It would definitely be something he’d try and plan into his future, he had a goal in mind for when he’d want to start his family by, a goal he had in mind with you definitely planned in too.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

No one could make you laugh quite like Jackson could, he was always messing around in order to put a smile on your face. He loves to tell plenty of dodgy jokes that you’ll laugh at once you’ve finished cringing of course. Similarly, he loves to laugh around you, he’ll often be smiling when you won’t have even done anything, just seeing you around him was enough to make his heart warm. If you ever were feeling down, prepare for his hands to tickle your body endlessly until the smile is permanently back on your face, he’ll refuse to ever see you down.

M ⇴ MISSING

He always hoped that missing you would be a feeling he’d get used to with how much he had to travel, but it never did. He’d try everything to be able to get you to travel with him, but usually it wasn’t possible. Whenever he was on tour, he’d text you several times throughout the day, and always dedicate at least one hour every couple of days to be able to call you. He worries endlessly about you; he’ll struggle to focus most days unless he’s heard from you that morning so he can at least know that you’re alright. He’ll text you several times until he gets a reply back that can try and ease your mind.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

The cheesier the better with Jackson, he’ll push all the boundaries until you have to tell him to stop. With that, he’ll love for you to call him every cliché nickname, it always puts a huge smile on his face.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with everything about you, it was impossible for Jackson to ever pinpoint one thing he loved about you more than anything else.

P ⇴ PDA

Jackson didn’t care who was watching, if he wanted to be close to you or hug you or kiss you, he would. He’d still be respectful of wherever you were, but he’d never allow himself to be pressured to stand away from you or let you go. In any interview where your name was mentioned, he’d talk you about you nonstop too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He would tend to ask questions late at night to stop you falling asleep. He’d want to stay up as long as possible so he could enjoy your company, or at least keep you awake until he was sleepy, so he had someone with him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Jackson loves to involve you when you least expect it. If he’s got an interview or fan meeting, he’ll ask you for a random word just before he leaves the house. When you watch his interviews or see social media afterwards, you’ll notice how he tries to include that word somehow into conversation so that you know he’s thinking about you. Even the fans became sceptical as to what was going on when one day, he managed to describe his song using a watermelon.

S ⇴ SEX

It very much depends on the mood how Jackson will treat you, sometimes he’ll be very soft and sensual, but he also has a very dominate side where he loves to show off to you how strong he is. He’ll never be too rough; however, he’ll go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if he’s in one of his clingy moods, you won’t be able to get him off you, he’ll hold you and kiss you even long after you’re finished as he doesn’t want to let you go.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He’ll text you often throughout the day, often at the most random times. If he’s thinking of you, he’ll let you know, or if he’s encountered a problem, he’ll turn to you first to try and find a way to solve it all.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He was very aware he had millions of fans, but none of them compared to you. In a crowd of thousands, he always knew that he could find you. You didn’t understand it sometimes, but it was just something Jackson knew.

V ⇴ VACATION

As he travelled so much, he’d make sure to take you with him as often as he could. If you were going on a trip with him, he’d make sure to extend it by a day or two so that you both had some free days where you could do your own thing. He loved to show you the world and take you to places you never imagined you’d go.

W ⇴ WHINING

He’s clingy, and he loves your attention, so if you don’t give it to him, be assured you’ll know about it. You’re pretty sure the other side of the city can hear him whine sometimes.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Whenever he has you close, it will be an instinct for him to press a kiss to your cheek. He won’t ever feel like he can’t kiss you, if he wants to, he’ll do it. His kisses vary a lot too, sometimes it will just be a soft peck to your cheek, but other times he’ll grab your face and make sure you know exactly what he wants. They’re a very good indicator of how he’s feeling, and you’ll always make sure to respond accordingly.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one for him, the only one that he wanted in a world of billions.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

His clinginess definitely continues at night, he can’t sleep without you there which often makes touring so difficult. You can often hear him muttering into your ear as you begin to sleep when he wants you to know how he feels.

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red-applesith · 5 years ago

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A thread about TFA and TLJ. A mood about TRoS

The sequence aboard the Supremacy, and especially "Snoke's boudoir" as DJ put it, is undoubtedly the climax of #TheLastJedi--the turning point in the story.

This is where our heroes confront their nemeses [Snoke for Rey and Ren, Phasma for Finn] and where decisions that will inform the rest of their personal journey are taken.

Rey takes the mantle of Luke, Kylo seizes the power he believes he’s destined for and Finn fully embraces the cause of the Resistance.

This is also where the budding relationship between Rey and Kylo Ren takes a dramatic turn.

Rian Johnson bore out the romantic undertones of the scene by likening Kylo's proposal to the words spoken by international movie star Anna (Julia Roberts) to bookstore owner Will (Hugh Grant) in the rom-com Notting Hill. [Empireonline.com. 15 Jan 2018]

Some may argue that there is nothing romantic behind Kylo's words, and Rian admits that, although Kylo does believe in his declaration, he does it in a pretty awful way, one that Rey has no other choice than to decline.

Does that mean that their relationship is doomed forever though? Short answer? No. Remember that we're only in chapter two of a three-part story, meaning the time for resolution is yet to come. Let's see why.

First and foremost, in the context of the movie, Kylo's words ring incredibly similar to those of another famed botched marriage proposal that leads to a more healthy, honest declaration later on…

One of a certain Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy made to Elizabeth Bennet in Jane Austen's novel, Pride and Prejudice.

In the novel, the haughty and awkward Mr. Darcy professes his undying love to Elizabeth by implying he has the inclination to marry her in spite of her family's poor social status and his better judgment. Ouch

Elizabeth--rightfully insulted--declines the marriage proposal and walks away. It will take a few more chapters for the lovebirds to overcome one his pride, the other her prejudice, to finally reunite for their happily ever after.

Some may ask "isn't it far fetched to bring P&P in Star Wars?" Well, there's actually one very good reason to believe that Rey and Kylo relationship is at least partially inspired by that of Darcy and Liz Bennet--and that reason, believe it or not...

comes from an interview of Eddie Redmayne where he revealed that he auditioned for the role of Kylo Ren by reading... a scene from Pride and Prejudice. [Uproxx Nov. 8 2016]

(The noose is tightening!)

Secondly, now that we have established that Rian wants the audience to understand the romantic undertones of the scene, let's compare Kylo’s declaration to Mr. Darcy’s. Like his Victorian counterpart is he an awkward fool or a manipulative arse?

I don't know if you have noticed but Kylo Ren is the one character of the trilogy who is fluent in "meta". He's simultaneously the most self-aware of the Star Wars mythos and the less reflective character of the trilogy. ("Let the past die," he says while imitating Vader.)

Yet, even by Kylo Ren's standards, "you have no place in this story," sounds like a strange thing to say to the woman you're offering to rule the galaxy by your side. Why would he believe it's a sensible argument and why would Rey care about being part of the story?

To understand that you need to 1/ Read my meta about the Skywalker lightsaber (*wink wink nudge nudge*) 2/ Rewind and remember what drives Rey throughout the two movies.

Leia and the Resistance tasked Rey to find Luke Skywalker and convinced him to come-back to save the galaxy. The story implies that she's not the hero the Resistance is in need of (yet), she is just a tool, a messenger.

But Rey's sojourn on Ahch-To doesn't go as planned, and her mission hits the point of critical failure because the Resistance never accounted for Luke's refusal to come out of self-imposed exile.

As soon as Rey sets foot on the island, Luke--like a wrathful god-like figure--demonstrates a lack of empathy towards the fate of the galaxy and Rey's internal turmoil. Early on, she discovers that the legend (tm) is just a grumpy old man. Remorseful. Jagged. Indifferent.

To make things worse, the pandora box of the Force cracked open, leaving her fearful and conflicted. Her world has been turned upside down yet--instead of offering words or reassurance and guidance--Luke constantly questions her origins and motivations…

makes fun of her...

and snubs her…

This is the reason why she turns to Kylo Ren in the first place. As Daisy Ridley puts it “Luke should be the one nurturing Rey, and it's actually Kylo that is.”

Rejected by Luke and compelled by the vision she received, Rey ships herself to the First Order, in order to retrieve Ben Solo instead. There she meets Luke’s counterpart and the humiliation starts all over again.

Not only does he admit that he was too obsessed with Skywalker being the one to snuff out that it never crossed his mind someone else could show up one day.

Worse, he’s also intent on using and disposing of her like garbage.

To Snoke, Rey is just a tool, a pawn to use to push his apprentice further down the Dark Side.

So, as we see neither master wanted anything to do with Rey. Luke wanted her gone from his island, Snoke wanted her dead. They’re like bitter fans who don’t want a girl in their Star Wars. In their eyes, she’s nothing, has no place in the story.

But in Kylo’s eyes, Rey is important. He very much wants her by his side and believes that offering her a place (by his side) in the story the way their respective masters didn’t, is the key to her heart.

Yet like Mr. Darcy--in that moment in time--he’s being incredibly selfish and self-centered about his declaration.

By that point, like Elizabeth, Rey is done with the insults. All she wants is to finish her mission for the Resistance and save the galaxy. No big deal. That’s where she realizes that she doesn’t need Luke Skywalker or Ben Solo to do that.

Rey. Liz. Same vibes.

But does that mean that Rey is done with Ben Solo? Well, according to the exclusive excerpt of Resistance Reborn shared “ The girl cared about Ben, and he had disappointed her”. There’s hope for the Skywalker-Solo boy if he cleans his act in The Rise Of Skywalker.

#reylo #star wars meta #reylo meta #kylo ren #rey #mymetasandtheories

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paulorwell-blog · 6 years ago

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‘Women, you have to treat ‘em like shit’: An exclusive excerpt from SAD! Donald ‘Biff’ Trump Is President

Sad! Donald ‘Biff’ Trump Is President is out now. Below is an exclusive excerpt. To order a copy of the book, click here.

WOMEN: YOU HAVE TO TREAT ‘EM LIKE SHIT. ~ Donald Trump, New York magazine (November 9, 1992)

DONALD TRUMP, THE GRABBER-IN-CHIEF of this great nation, has shamed, slandered, and abused women, yet many voters just look away. Why? Does anyone defend Biff Tannen when he mocks Lorraine, sexually assaults her, or shoves her to the floor? No. Why should “Biff” Trump get a pass?

How are people who ignore the bad behavior of “Biff” Trump able to do the right thing in other situations? When presented evidence of a priest’s misconduct, they don’t say “Yes, he abused children but he gives a great homily, so let’s keep him on.” Apparently anything “Biff” Trump does is “just his personal business” or “water under the bridge.” And besides, “he’s good for the economy.”

Are our pocketbooks really more important than our morality? What does that say about us as a nation? Men, what does it say about us as men if we are able to silently overlook or excuse abusive behavior toward women?

It’s impossible to overlook Biff Tannen’s behavior. Throughout the Back to the Future trilogy, Biff doesn’t ask, he simply takes what he wants, from both men and women. His perverse masculinity confuses force with strength; he views women not as individuals, but as things to be taken, things that exist to serve his needs. It helps that both Biffs are over 6 feet tall. If either was a foot shorter, there’s no way they would get away with acting this way. At least not in public.

In BTTF1, young Biff Tannen personifies the worst fears of American parents who send their daughters off to school each morning. Oversized and oversexed, Biff is feared by classmates and cheered on by his sidekicks, all three of whom are yes-men, fixers, and hooligans.

Biff considers himself a “dreamboat,” but to a girl in his crosshairs, he’s a nightmare. In the scene set in the 1955 school cafeteria, Lorraine sits at a table with a friend and Biff pulls his chair directly behind hers, preventing her escape. Though he’s seated, he’s terrifying in action; he’s easily twice her size. He practically engulfs her; his arms snake around her as he pulls at her clothes. Back in the real world, female airline passengers have complained that “Biff” Trump’s hands were all over them, too.

But 17-year-old Lorraine sticks up for herself and tells Biff to leave her alone, even as his sidekicks encourage him from the next table. The word “no” isn’t in Biff’s vocabulary, though, and he declares with a sneer, “You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.”

Later in the movie at the dance, things get even worse when Lorraine disagrees and slaps Biff. He grabs her arm and pins her in place with a look that’s as fierce as his grip—and releases her only when Marty McFly rushes over and yanks him off.

It’s an ugly scene, made even uglier by the fact that it takes place in full view of others. If you asked the older, successful version of Biff in BTTF2 to look back and recall his interaction with Lorraine the night he sexually assaulted her, perhaps you can imagine the casino owner describing it like this:

You know, I’m automatically attracted to beautiful—I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything … grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.

These, of course, are Donald “Biff” Trump’s words on the 2005 “Access Hollywood” tape.

Thirty years later as either middle-manager Biff or car-detailer Biff, does he remember this misbehavior from his school days? If thirty years later the FBI went back and interviewed the other kids in that school cafeteria or at that dance, would they remember those events the way Lorraine does? For George, his memory of the parking lot incident would be as much about punching Biff as it was about Biff’s actions in the car.

But in the movie, the cameras were there and so were we. We saw it. We know what happened, just as Lorraine knows and will never forget, and we can rewind the movie and watch it again. If we don’t, our memory of it will fade because we were only spectators. Lorraine was the object of the abuse and her memory won’t fade—even if others doubt her.

Fast forward from 1955 to the alternate 1985 timeline in BTTF2, when Biff is a wealthy and powerful casino owner. According to Team Biff, he’s now a giant among men:

His power and influence made him the model of world leaders and heads of state. Marvel at Biff’s ongoing relationships with the rich and famous. We’ve all heard the legend. But who is the man?

That’s what we must ask ourselves today. Too bad it wasn’t Biff Tannen who had the following conversation on a radio show, because it would be far easier to excuse these words coming from the mouth of a fictional villain than from the future president of the United States.

Howard Stern: Will Dakota Fanning grow up hot?

Donald Trump: No. No.

Stern: She will not?

Trump: She will always be cute.

Stern: But she’ll never be hot.

Trump: She’ll never be hot.

Dakota Fanning was 11 years old at the time.

Trump sexualizing young girls is not a one-time incident—in a 1992 TV special, he speaks with a 14-year-old girl as she’s riding up an escalator, and he says, “I am going to be dating her in ten years. Can you believe it?”

“Biff” Trump’s sexual thoughts roll around like a loose cannon on deck. A very loose cannon. When his own daughter Tiffany was an infant—just a year old—he commented and gestured on camera about what her breasts might one day look like.

Many adults feel the need to give back to their communities through their PTA, Little League, or Girl Scouts. Not “Biff” Trump; the owner of the Miss Universe beauty pageant was too busy prowling around the dressing rooms of teenage contestants.

“You know, they’re standing there with no clothes,” said Trump, according to Rolling Stone. “And you see these incredible-looking women. And so I sort of get away with things like that.” These young women later recalled feeling like “cattle” being graded by the rancher who owned them.

Now let’s compare the two men’s current marriages. Both Biff and “Biff” show a repeated and willful lack of concern about their wives, as if they were chattel, or even just cattle.

Lorraine Tannen is Biff’s abused, unloved third wife. Their relationship is usurious. If we look back at the video clip of the day they got married, we hear Biff saying “Number three’s a charm” as he pushes his tongue into Lorraine’s mouth, ignoring her discomfort and disgust. This, on their wedding day.

“Biff” Trump’s third wife, Melania, has recently displayed frostiness toward him in public, including incidents when she wouldn’t hold his hand. Numerous times she’s decided not to appear in public with her husband, or even travel in the same vehicle with him. It must be difficult for her today to hear explicit details of his times with Stormy Daniels and Karen McDougal—from a time when Barron was just an infant.

In BTTF3, Biff Tannen lounges in a jacuzzi with two women while his wife is in the building; Lorraine could have walked in on them just as easily as her son Marty does. “Biff” Trump gave Playboy Playmate Karen McDougal a tour of his New York apartment shortly after Melania had given birth to their son, Barron. Assured that Melania wasn’t in the building, Ms. McDougal asked about the staff. “Biff” told her “they won’t say anything”—as if they knew the drill, they knew the score.

Multiple wives and women, accusations of multiple offenses and denials from Trump, but sexual perpetrators almost always deny their guilt.

“You could have just walked away.”

These are Seamus McFly’s words of wisdom to his great-grandson Marty in BTTF3 after Biff goads Marty. This was meant to teach Marty that masculinity doesn’t require responding to violence with violence, to reassure him that no one would think less of him if he’d simply walked away.

But what about people who sometimes can’t walk away? Like your daughter, your mother or sister.

“Biff” Trump is in a position of dominance when he meets his prey; he’s the boss, a rich man, TV star, beauty pageant owner, or even president. Walking away simply isn’t a choice for many women. And what about the countless others who did walk away, those who did have a choice? How many are out there and have yet to speak up?

Ask “Biff” about his attitude toward women and he’ll tell you he was one of the first to promote women to high positions in a male-dominated field. This is somewhat true—but remember, when he promoted them, he was in charge, he was in control.

But when he’s confronted with a woman who’s his equal, not an underling, Trump displays ape-like dominance and an imagined superiority. When meeting with Angela Merkel, the Chancellor of Germany and one of the most powerful women in

the world, “Biff” Trump refused to shake her hand. On another occasion, he flung candy on a table in front of her, saying “don’t say I never give you anything.” Trump referred to the Prime Minister of the U.K. by her first name, Theresa, instead of her title; he didn’t bow to Queen Elizabeth and later walked in front of her because he couldn’t be bothered to learn protocol.

And his stalky, leering performance during the second presidential debate33 with Hillary Clinton raised the hackles of many women watching.

Whether interacting with women in power or with more vulnerable women, “Biff” Trump reveals his utter lack of respect. He objectifies women; they’re merely things for him to use. More than a dozen accusations of sexual assault have been lodged against him.

Biff Tannen and “Biff” Trump are the same man. No introspection, no regret about their infidelities, no compassion, no sympathy for their partners. Serve the self, do it right now, and move on.

There is no chance the original Biff will ever address these issues, but in the real world, “Biff” Trump should. Brett Kavanaugh’s anger before the Senate Judiciary Committee in September 2018 and Trump’s demeaning responses to the accusations leveled at him over the years show how hard it is to effect societal change on this topic. Nearly 20 percent of American women have experienced rape or attempted rape during their lifetimes, often committed by someone they know, but false accusations are very rare. A man has no clue how the possibility of sexual assault can shape a woman’s behavior at a social gathering or when considering the safety of transportation options or public restrooms—or even walking down the street.

For the good of all American people, Trump (and Kavanaugh) must exhume and prioritize these issues, not deny and bury them.

Women exist only to serve men’s primal needs, after all. Biff and “Biff” both are devoid of morals and unbound by cultural norms. When it comes to interacting with women, they either don’t know or don’t give a damn what kind of behavior is acceptable—or even legal.

To order a copy of Sad! Donald ‘Biff’ Trump Is President, click here.

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yoonmin-writes-blog · 8 years ago

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Hi~! Can you do a BTS reaction with them being stressed and they go to a psychologist but end up falling in love with her Thank you^^

You got it! Thank you so much for your request!

-❤ Kat & Sar 💖

When Bts Falls In Love With Their Therapist

Jungkook: Although he has gotten many reassurances that he’s a good singer, he can’t help but feel as though he can never sing like he wishes to. Or like the other members. When he comes to you for help to get him through this mind block, he immediately notices how bright you are. As more time goes by, with reassurances from you, he begins to feel more confident in himself. So when you tell him that he shouldn’t have the mind block anymore, that you’ve done everything you can, he gives you the cute smile you’ve come to love and winks. “Oh, I haven’t had that problem in weeks. I just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you. Truthfully I-I’ve been in love with you and your beautiful voice and smile for weeks. It’s been driving me crazy. And I was thinking that, I would like to maybe get to know you on a more personal level, instead of professional. S-so, would you…like to go out with me sometime?” Unable to refuse his heart warming confession, you agree. You both silently thank him that he continued to come to you, long after he needed help. And because of your help, Jungkook would not hesitate when you asked him to sing you to sleep. Since you would make him feel like he was enough.

Jimin: Even though he’d never admit it to his members, there were times where Jimin still felt like he didn’t belong in BTS. He felt like the others were cooler than him, and more manly. And he laughed when he was called short, he knew they were joking, but sometimes it got into his head that maybe what they were saying was true. So the day he walked into your office, it was a bad day. You must’ve immediately noticed something was wrong because you quickly took him and sat him down. That’s when he let it go. All of his thoughts about himself and his image and how he doesn’t fit in, spouting out of him in rapid fire. When he was done, he was breathing heavily due to the tangent he went on. You reach over and touch his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly saying that he has no reason to be insecure. He looks up to see you blushing, and he noticed just how beautiful you are. Throughout the next few sessions you tell him just how handsome you think he is and that just because you’re shorter than the average man, does not make him any less manly. For some reason, when you spoke this he felt it to be true. Realizing that he’s fallen for your adorable blushes and soothing touches, he asks you out. Never again needing to be reassure just how much of a man he is.

Taehyung: Taehyung has never been stupid. Many people seem to think that, due to his playful and outgoing nature, that he must be. He never believed it before, but lately those comments seem to be the ones sticking in his mind. He knew that he shouldn’t listen to people who don’t even know him, but deep down, these comments hurt. That’s when he comes to you. The moment he walks in Taehyung notices your eyes first. And not how bright they are, but how they aren’t filled with an ounce of judgment on what he looks like or what he wears. He feels safe in this environment. As weeks pass, you helped him a great amount. You two had silly conversations, and never once did you believe him to be unintelligent because of it. You helped him learn to care less about what others think of him. But by then he realized that he cared what you thought about him. So he would try to stop being himself until you’d tell him, “Where’s the Taehyung that I’ve come to love in the past month? This isn’t you!” You’re eyes would widen realizing that you just confessed to this amazing man. Starting to panic, you would turn beet red. Until Taehyung would smile his rectangular smile you love so much. “Really!? I love you too! I just didn’t want you to think that it’s weird to love you after one month!” You shake your head, finding his reasoning comical. “Who wouldn’t fall in love with you and your silly and outgoing personality?” Taehyung would never have any trouble being who he was after that. As long as you are by his side, he can do anything. Including ignoring those comments that he no longer sees true.

Hoseok: Jhope, unlike his usual sunny disposition, would be feeling down in the dumps. Lately he has been feeling unappreciated by fans. Not only that, but he feels as if he isn’t a good enough rapper. After all, he learned so he could be in BTS. Feeling like he’s overwhelmed with sadness, he comes to you. What he doesn’t know beforehand is that you’re a fan of BTS. So when he comes in and realizes this, he almost turns right back around to leave. But, there’s something different about you. JHope would notice the way you stared at him in admiration and awe. This makes him feel better. Coming each week, he starts to fall in love with you and the way you make him feel. He’d rap some lines for you and you’d stare in amazement and wonder. You tell him that people who put him down are not real fans, and that he shouldn’t pay attention to them. “You know, out of all the rappers, you’re my favorite. You’re just so unique and you do it in your own style, no one can copy that.” Stopping, he looks at you, wondering what this warm feeling is growing in his heart. With a smile, he leans over and takes your hand. “This may seem kind of random, but, I will hate myself forever if I don’t ask you this. Will you….possibly go on a date with me?” The way you’d hug him and squeal in agreement, saying how you’ve been wanting to ask him for awhile would only further his realization. That he was madly in love with you.

Yoongi: Yoongi is always working hard, even though many people see him as lazy and someone who likes to just sleep. In all reality, he’s one of the hardest working people you’d ever meet. But sometimes, he takes on a lot of work. Lately he’s been stressed by all the new songs he’s producing and coming up with lyrics, that he is incredibly overwhelmed. So badly stressed that he locks himself away from the other members; from the world. He just sits in his studio feeling anxiety from the amount of things that he has to do. The members would eventually have to drag him out and send him to you. He gets there and he tells you all about his work and what he has to do. You realize that, while yes this is him stressed, it’s also deeper than that. Yoongi had become so obsessed with his work being perfect that he’s been putting himself down. Yoongi would be frozen when you touch his arm, but you reassure him that everything’s okay. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard Yoongi. You’re human just like the rest of us; and humans make mistakes. You’ll make mistakes. And that’s alright. You just have to see those mistakes as good things that open new doors to see something from another angle. So…just be human. That’s all anyone expects from you.” Your words would sink into his mind, and he lets himself open in front of you. He pulls you into a tight hug, not letting go for a while. “I knew there was a reason I loved you Y/N. you make me human.” You’d be together long after the sessions are over. And he’d live his life next to you…just being human.

Namjoon: With BTS’ rising popularity, the group would be showing up on more interviews and variety shows. They would ask the same questions. “Who is the best dancer?” “Who fits this concept?” “Who is the leader of the group?” This is where Namjoon would of course respond. But over time, he even began to question who the leader was. Over the last few months, he began to feel like an inadequate leader. Like he wasn’t good enough to set an example for the 6 other amazing members. Feeling worried about him, they would send him to you. He’s never had trouble speaking what’s on his mind, so Namjoon would open up about how he didn’t feel good enough to lead these boys in this journey together. You would smile at him, shaking your head. “Those boys are so grateful to you Namjoon. They wouldn’t be where they are today without your guidance. I’m sure that if you talked to them, they would say the same things. You’re a great leader. You are very important to them, they look up to you. Never forget that.” He stares at you, his lips spreading into a small smile. He reaches up and cups your cheek. “You know, I wouldn’t know what to do without you. Would you like to get some coffee with me sometime? Maybe I can get to know you now.” His smile spreads wider as you agree. Ever since that day, he’s never doubted himself again.

Seokjin: Jin knows that there are certain things that he��s good at. He’s a great cook, a good visual, and no matter how much the other members make fun of it; he has some great jokes. But, he never feels like he belongs in this group. Not that he doesn’t feel manly enough, he just doesn’t feel like he can ever compare to them. They’re all better dancers specifically. And even then the members make fun of him and he knows that it’s only meant as a joke, deep down he knows it’s all true. No matter how much he practices, he just can’t dance. Thinking that maybe it could just be in his head, he comes to you. Jin explains all these feelings of insecurity he has and doesn’t stop until it’s all out into the open. You take a deep breath, watching how he stares at you in anticipation before you respond. “We all have things that we can do better than others. Sure, you may not be the best dancer in the group, but you’re a great singer. And I’m almost certain the boys would’ve starved to death if it wasn’t for you. All you have to do is just be proud of what you can do, and don’t let the things you’re bad at define you. Just know that people see how hard you’re working to improve. And that’s all they ever really want from you.” When he hears this, he freezes. He realizes that you’re right, all he can really do is just keep working, keep moving forward. He then looks up to you and winks. “You know, I’ve really taken a liking to you these past few sessions. And, if you laugh at my jokes then you must be special. And…I can probably work harder if you were at my side. So….do you want to grab something to eat?” You smile and stand up, taking his hand. “I’d love to.”

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Say You Won't Let Go - Chapter 2

Camila was loving her time in Texas with Ally. Her family has treated Camila like one of their own. They even went as far as getting a couple Christmas gifts for the younger Latina girl, so she wouldn’t be left out when everyone was opening presents. Camila felt loved and safe around them. A safety she hasn’t felt in a while.

It also helps that she’s been talking to Lauren Jauregui from time to time. Lauren has been so nice, and sweet. Incredibly supportive about the channel. On top of all that, she’s hilarious. Every time they speak Camila has a lasting smile.

It was the day before New Years Eve, Camila and Ally were getting ready to go to the movies. Camila’s mind kept wandering to Lauren. When Lauren first wrote to her on twitter she freaked out. She couldn’t help but to tell Lauren over and over how amazing she was. Her phone started buzzing, and her smile grew.

Lauren: When do I get to see that beautiful face? 😏

KC: lol what makes u think im beautiful?

Lauren: well we’ve been DMing for about 2 weeks, & I conclude that even if ur not physically what the world would deem as beautiful, ur personality shines brighter than anything. Ur so funny, and crazy nice. Ur passion for music is undeniable. Thats beautiful. Thats u.

KC: Ur very charming Lauren. im not sure if that’s a good thing 🤔

Lauren: Its good, trust me. Not everyone gets this side of me. Lol

Lauren: Don’t u think u gotta show ur face eventually?

KC: Maybe, idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lauren: What are u going to do?

KC: What do u mean?

Lauren: Like with ur voice? Do u want to be bigger than “youtube star?”

KC: I haven’t thought about it. I never thought I’d be good enough for being anything else really. I never even thought I’d have more than 100 followers if im being honest.

Lauren: lol u really thought that? ur crazy gifted.

KC: I cant with ur compliments.

Lauren: telling the truth darling. ur voice is amazing, I’m sure u r beautiful. Ur chill af, with occasional fan girling, ur modest, ur a dork, ur sweet. Ur what this industry needs. Ur what girls will look up to, & boys would want to bring home to meet mom. The whole package.

KC: ahhh ur killing me. Seriously ur words are unbelievable. All this coming from YOU.

KC: Ur so beautiful.

KC: Not ur looks

KC: I mean, yes ur beautiful like that

KC: Why am I so awkward…

Lauren: lol Relax chicken, breathe.

KC: I mean, ur mind. ur words are kind, and inspiring.

Lauren: lol I’m just being honest dork

KC: atleast I’m a cute talented dork 😄

Lauren: Eh, ur ok

KC: lmao sure jan. do the words “unreasonably obsessed” sound familiar?

Lauren: doesn’t ring a bell

KC: Oh really? K. I guess I’ll be leaving! It was nice talking to u.

Lauren: Wait wait, no no. Don’t go. I’m joking

KC: New phone 📱 who dis?

Lauren: Lmao ur an idiot.

KC: 👋🏻

Lauren: Fine if that’s what u want KC. It was nice talking u. Just wanted to let u know I actually think ur talented. I hope u get everything u want in this world.

KC: Seriously, all jokes aside. Thank u, so much Lauren. It means alot. I’m happy I fan girl less when you hmu. Sometimes I’m like “DID LAUREN JUST SLIDE IN MY DMS?” Cus like You’re YOU, & I’m just me. And You telling me I have a nice voice, it’s like AHHHHH

Lauren: You’re not JUST you…you’re amazing.

KC: Uhhh 🙈 Thank you Laur, but I gotta go, going to the movies.

Lauren: Ok KC, hmu later? I enjoy talking to you. :D have a good night.

KC: Potassium

Lauren: what are u talking about?

KC: Potassium. What’s the periodic symbol?

Lauren: K? ….. OH! Wow, u are really a dork. Wow. Bye now. lol 😂

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It was around 11pm when Ally and Camila left the movie theater. Ally was hungry and Camila never turned down food, so they decided to stop at the Waffle house. They were browsing the menu when Camila got a twitter notification.

@LaurenJauregui: Yooo @KC_LoveOnly where’s that new cover thooo?

She smiled reading the tweet. She had been done with the video days ago, but she was nervous about uploading it knowing that a specific green eyed pop star would watch it. On top of that she decided to cover one of The Holy Trinity’s songs.

@KC_LoveOnly: Girl, when I know that ur a part of my audience, I GOT to make sure its peeeerrrfffecctt!! @LaurenJauregui

“Ally Brooke? Is that you!?!” Camila heard someone behind her say. Ally squealed hopping up from her seat. When Camila turned around her mouth hit the ground. She saw Ally hugging none other than 1/3 of The Holy Trinity, Normani Kordei.

Ally and Normani were best friends before Normani moved to Miami. They talked for a couple months before losing touch.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be taking over the world with your voice?” Ally asked excitedly.

Normani laughed, “Well we finally got a break for the holidays, my family came here.”

“Are you eating here alone?” Ally asked noticing no one was with Normani.

“I was going to get some food and head home” she replied.

“No! Come sit with us!” Normani looked towards Ally’s table, eyeing Camila.

“Is she going to be okay?” she asked Ally, noticing Camila was stunned and still had her mouth open.

“Oh, that’s my best friend. I guess she might be a little star struck.” Ally snapped her fingers in front of Camila, who shook herself out of the shock she was in.

Normani laughed while sitting down next to Ally. Camila thought Normani’s smile could kill her.

“I’m Normani,” she reached her hand out to shake Camila’s.

“Y-yeah, I know. I mean, how can I not? You’re you!” Camila rambled. “I’m Camila Cabello.” She said shaking Normani’s hand.

“You’re cute Camila. Relax though, I’m not going to bite.” Camila ducked her head down shyly. “You’re lucky you’re not meeting my bandmates, they can be a little…rowdy. They might bite.” Normani joked, trying to put Camila at ease.

Normani and Ally caught up for a bit while they ate. Normani made sure to include Camila into the conversation, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. Camila was surprised to see how down to earth Normani was.

“Hey, you girls should come over my house for a little. We can continue to catch up!” Normani suggested.

“That would be so much fun!” Ally exclaimed.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I come? I don’t want to intrude on your friendship reconnection. I can just go back to Ally’s,” Camila said timidly.

“Seriously? Talking to Ally and you has made me feel so…normal. I could use some normality. So yes, I’m inviting you to my house. We will talk, watch a movie, just hangout. Pleasssse come!” Normani begged Camila.

“Okay, okay!”

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When the girls got to Normani’s house she gave them a quick tour. Ally got to see Normani’s parents after years. She was happy that they still recognized her, and they were glad she was doing well.

They reached Normani’s room, and Camila launched herself onto the king-sized bed.

“This is sooooo comfy,” she said while rolling around. “Adopt me Normani.”

Ally and Normani laughed. Ally pushed Camila over to the other side of bed, and made herself comfortable. Normani turned on the TV, and started browsing Netflix sitting between the two girls.

“So how did you two meet?” she asked the girls, focusing on finding something to watch.

“College—Friends!” Camila shouted. “Please put on Friends. I love it.”

Normani chuckled at her and put on a random episode.

“As she was saying,” Ally continued, “We met in college.”

“Cool, so we are all the same age?” Normani said unsure.

“No, she’s almost two years younger than us. I didn’t want to live on campus and my past roommates were all crazy. I couldn’t afford living on my own, Camila had an ad looking for a roommate. I thought it was a good idea to get to know a roommate before having to live with them.” Ally explained.

“She fell in love with my dorky charm,” Camila said still focused on the TV.

“It’s true,” Ally joked, “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?!” Camila threw her hands up, “Without my nerdy clumsiness, we would’ve never been roommates! I wouldn’t have the world’s best friend. I’d be stuck with Shawn. I love him, but he’s NOT you! I wouldn’t be sitting here enjoying Friends.” She exclaimed.

“You’d still be watching Friends somewhere. Relax. I love you, I’m glad we met.” Ally reassured her.

“Hmmph,” Camila folded her arms turning back to the TV.

Normani laughed at the two girls. “You go to Miami University and you didn’t come to see me?”

“Girl, you were touring by that time,” Ally responded. “How did all that happen by the way? The Holy freaking Trinity!”

Normani chuckled, “Ahhhh, where do I start?”

“Well, I know how you all met. We heard your recent interview,” Ally said.

“Oh, keeping tabs on me?” Normani joked.

At the sound of the interview Camila’s head shot up. She didn’t want Ally to tell Normani about KC. She thought it might be odd, and look bad. They mentioned her in an interview, then she somehow manages to bump into one of them.

“Sorry but no. Actually, Mila—”

“I just stumbled on it, and showed her.” Camila cut Ally off, giving her a pleading look. Ally nodded in understanding.

“It’s cool, happy to be in the company of a fan,” Normani winked at Camila. “Well, I don’t know what to add to that. After meeting Demi, the next day she introduced us to Simon Cowell. He was concerned that we were too young. Me and Lauren were 16, and Dinah freaking 15.”

“Was he mean like on TV?” Camila asked.

“Opposite, he so sweet. We are signed to his label now, throughout the whole process he was so helpful. I mean we were just teenagers trying to chase our dream.” Normani said. “Before signing a contract there was a lot of back and forward with our parents, because of school.”

“That’s awesome!” Camila said.

“Yeah!” She paused thinking fondly of the memories. “It took a lot to get where we are, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“That’s really cool, I’m so happy for you.” Ally said, hugging her old friend.

“Thank you, Ally.” Normani smiled into the hug.

After the embrace, the girls continued talking. Normani was elated to reconnect with Ally, but she was happier to get to know Camila. She thought the younger girl was adorable and dorky. Camila reminded Normani of Dinah.

The talking died down after about an hour, and the girls watched Friends. It took Ally about 2 episodes before she fell asleep.

“We should probably get going,” Camila said pointing out a sleeping Ally.

“Don’t be silly, stay the night,” Normani said sleepily. “I’ll get you some clothes to sleep in.”

She rubbed her eyes getting off the bed and rummaged through her draws. She pulled out a muscle tank top, and white shorts, handing them to Camila.

“Thank you, Normani. For everything, for letting a stranger stay here—”

“Stop, it’s all okay.” Normani cut her off, as she placed a reassuring hand on Camila’s shoulder. “You’re chill. A little quirky, but cool. It’s nice hanging out with people who aren’t trying to use me.”

“Thank you,” Camila replied giving her a hug.

When she let go of Normani she went to get changed in the bathroom. By the time she got out, Normani was already sleeping.

Camila shut the TV off and got comfortable in bed. She kept plenty of space between herself and Normani, not wanting to wake the older girl up while she used her phone.

She was on tumblr for about an hour, before she put on her headphones and decided to watch her video one more time before uploading it.

In the middle of her video, she got a text from Kellz. They’ve been talking every day since they exchanged numbers. He’s a nice guy. A bit insane, but she loved how care free he lived.

Kellz🎸: I think I just broke my face dude

Milz🎶: What do you mean?

Kellz🎸: I was just drunk fucking around. Running on cars. Fell smashed my face into the ground.

Milz🎶: Oh what different lives we live.

Kellz🎸: Lmao truu. So I’m playing a show in Miami in a couple weeks, u coming right? U get to see how I live first hand.

Milz🎶: For sure, just don’t let me break my face.

Kellz🎸: No promises Milz.

Milz🎶: Oh godddd

Kellz🎸: Turns out, my face isn’t the only thing I broke. Broke my arm to lol

Milz🎶: I’m rethinking this friendship, I think I’m going to get hurt just by being friends with you

Milz🎶: I’m rethinking this friendship, I think I’m going to get hurt just by being friends with you.

Kellz🎸: Nahhhh, u can’t leave me. We haven’t recorded a song yet!

Milz🎶: I thought we were merely writing a song? Now we are recording one?

Kellz🎸: Hell yeah! I can’t wait to chill with u! Explore that creative cool brain of urs.

Milz🎶: I’m not so sure about cool? Lol

Kellz🎸: Bro, just by the things you say when we text, I can tell ur crazy creative. That’s cool as fuck.

Camila felt the bed vibrating followed by an obnoxiously loud ring. After a couple of rings, she felt Normani shuffle around the bed.

“Girl don’t give me a reason to hate you, pick up that damn phone,” Normani grumbled.

Camila held back a laugh, “It’s not mine, grumpy.”

Normani huffed feeling around the bed for her phone. When she found it, she answered annoyed “You better be dying, there is no other reason to be calling at this ungodly hour!” Her toned soften after a moment. “Of course, babe. Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, pausing allowing the other person to talk. “Okay, you know where the spare key is. I love you.” She hung up, and looked at Camila.

“I’m sorry for being grouchy, I don’t like to be woken up. But why are you still awake? Is everything okay?” She said, concerned laced in her voice.

Camila pinched her cheeks, “Care about me already?!” she joked. “I just couldn’t sleep.” Camila yawned, “But I guess I’m getting tired now. Everything okay with your phone call?”

Normani nodded, “Yeah, my best friend is coming in a couple hours. I’m going to head back to sleep until she gets here.” She snuggled up to Ally. “Get some sleep Mila, goodnight.”

“Night Normani.”

Camila posted her video before turning off her phone. She got comfortable and headed to sleep. She was excited to meet one of Normani’s friends, hopefully they were just as chill.

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Lauren was loving every minute of being home. She didn’t realize how much she missed her family. She missed her mother’s forehead kisses, and her father’s bear hugs. She missed hanging out with her siblings, Taylor and Chris. She was happy to see everyone’s faces when they opened Christmas presents from her.

She was more than happy to be talking to KC every so often. She thought the girl was talented, and after talking she liked her dorky personality. She hoped to see her face, but KC won’t let up.

It’s the day before New Year’s Eve, and she was schedule to make a club appearance. She was rummaging through her closet looking for something to wear for tonight when her sister came in and jumped on her bed. “So, what are your plans for tonight?”

“I’m kind of hosting this party at some club. Luckily, it’s not a singing job, just a partying one.” Lauren said, doing a little dance.

“Just don’t party too hard, you know dad doesn’t like your ‘Bad Girl” image. It certainly doesn’t help when you’re actually out there partying.“

Lauren and her dad have had their fair share of arguments about her bad girl tendencies. She’s never been one for rules, even when she was younger. When she went to California for the spring break where she met Dinah, her dad said no but she left anyways. She was grounded until that summer. "Dad will get over it like he always does.” She told Taylor.

Lauren pulled out her phone to listen to KC while she got ready to go. She was bummed when she noticed that KC hasn’t posted a new video since The Holy Trinity interview. Lauren hoped that didn’t scare her away.

@LaurenJauregui: Yooo @KC_LoveOnly where’s that new cover thooo?

Lauren smiled at her phone before locking it and tossing it on her bed. She continued looking through her clothes before picking out a cute black velvet dress.

After she showered, did her makeup, and got into her dress she took a picture for twitter. She was about to post when she got a tweet from K.C

@KC_LoveOnly: Girl, when I know that ur a part of my audience, I GOT to make sure its peeeerrrfffecctt!! @LaurenJauregui

Lauren laughed, and continued to posted her picture.

@LaurenJauregui: We outttttt tonight! 🎉

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It was about 3:30 in the morning and Lauren was stumbling home. While at the club she ran into her old friend Vero. They danced all night and drank way too much.

They made a trip to the bathroom where Vero gave Lauren some coke. It wasn’t her first time doing it, within minutes she was dangerously high.

“Shhhit” Lauren cursed, trying to unlock her front door. She didn’t understand why she had so many keys, but most of all she couldn’t figure out which one opened her door.

“Ahhhhhh, that’s the one!” she said, tip toeing into her living room.

She whispered, “Honey! I’m home,” as she stumbled into an end table knocking over a lamp.

“Shhhhhh! You’re going to wake up papa, you stupid lamp!” she whispered shouted at it, while giggling. She heard someone clear their throat. When she turned around she was met with her fathers disappointed look. “Too late,” she laughed.

“Lauren, if you’re going to come home drunk at 3 in the morning can you at least keep it down. What kind of influence do you think this behavior is on your sister?”

Lauren immediately got angry. She thought she was a great influence on Taylor. She followed her dreams, and became an accomplished artist. Everything she does is for her family.

“I’m a suspectful..susss..successful influence on her.” She stated drunkenly, while her dad looked at her unimpressed, adding to her anger. She tossed her purse onto the sofa, and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Dad whatdoya w-want from me? I’m in what is probably the biggest girl group of this time!” she grinned widely, pleased with her career. “Everyone should be proud and inspired by me” she slurred.

“How can I be proud when I have to sit back and see pictures of my little girl stumbling out of clubs? I just want you to be careful. I don’t want you to do anything stupid Lauren.” Her dad sighed.

“I just go out to blow off steam—”

He cut her off, “What steam? You’re in the biggest girl group!” he mocked.

“Whatever dad. Just let me sssleep this off. Pleasee, yell at me later. You give me a headache” she groaned, rubbing her temples.

He sighed in defeat. “Fine, but here…don’t forget your things.” He picked up her bag to hand it to her. “Listen Mija, I love you and please know I’m proud of –” He stopped when he noticed some things spilling out of the purse. Lauren eyes grew wide when I saw the little baggy of white powder drop in front of his feet.

“Lauren, are you fucking kidding me? You’re stupid enough to bring drugs into my house? Around your siblings?” She looked down, not baring to see the disappointment in his eyes. “You know what! Get the hell out!”

She looked at him shocked, “What do you mean? Where am I supposed to go? It’s practically New Years Eve!”

“I don’t care where you go, but you’re not fucking staying here. I’m not dealing with your bullshit.” He spat. He reached down and grabbed the baggy before walking to the kitchen. “Go with the person who gave you this for all I fucking care.”

Lauren turned around not really knowing what do, she punched the wall until her hand was swollen. She took out her phone about to call the only person she can think of when her brother came downstairs.

“What’s going on Lauren?” Chris asked sleepily rubbing his eyes. She didn’t say anything but bury her face into his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her.

He never seen her this upset before, he didn’t know what to do but he knew not to press the issue.

“Can you take me to the airport?” she mumbled into him. He nodded, releasing her and headed up the stairs to grab his keys. Lauren brought the phone to her ear praying that it doesn’t go to voicemail.

“You better be dying, there is no other reason to be calling at this ungodly hour.”

“Is that offer to go to Texas still available?” Lauren sniffled.

“Of course, babe. Do you want to talk about it?” Normani asked.

“Not really.”

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Lauren was sitting at the airport, she luckily didn’t have to deal with paparazzi being that it was late. She did have to wait for her plane to be ready, due to the late notice. She sobered up as best to her abilities, which meant puking her guts out in the airport bathroom, and drinking water.

She scrolled through tumblr trying to push the thoughts of her argument with her dad out of her mind. She quickly forgot about everything when she got a notification that KC uploaded a new video. She clicked to watch the video:

“Hey pumkins! As promised I’m here to answer a few questions. I took the liberty to write down them down, as well as the answer. Hope you like!” KC said.

She had written down the questions on notecards with the answers on the back, and held them to the camera.

1. What do you look like?

She turned the card over and showed a horrible drawing of a girl stick figure. The answer read, “I look like a person. I have hair, eyes, a mouth, nose. The whole shebang.”

2. Where are you from?

“I grew up in Florida. I’m just around here and there ;)”

3. What inspires you?

“People. Love. Art itself.”

4. Who are some of your favorite musicians?

“I think Ed Sheeran is fantastic. And Taylor Swift influences me to write.”

5. What do you do?

“Well, this. I post videos, but I guess if you’re asking besides this…I go to college.”

“Okay,” she spoke, “I think that’s enough questions. I must keep some mystery to me. It’s a part of my charm, don’t you think?” She joked. “As many of you know a very talented girl group said they liked my channel. One girl specifically, so this next cover is for her.”

She started strumming.

I don’t admit it, I play it cool

But every minute, that I’m with you

I feel the fever, and I won’t lie

I break a sweat.

My body’s telling,

All the secrets I ain’t told you yet.

I struggle to contain,

The love that’s in my veins,

And how it circulates.

If you could take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

If you could feel my heart beat now,

It would hit you like a sledgehammer.

You’re taken over the beat of my body.

You just don’t let up, don’t let up.

You’re taken over the beat of my body.

But you lift me up, lift me up.

If you take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

So close together, so far apart.

You’re turning me on,

And my fires waiting for your spark.

I struggle to contain,

The love that’s in my veins,

And how it circulates.

If you could take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

If you could feel my heart beat now,

It would hit you like a sledgehammer.

You’re taken over the beat of my body.

You just don’t let up, don’t let up.

You’re taken over the beat of my body.

But you lift me up, lift me up.

If you take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

The truth is out, no stopping now.

I’m getting closer.

I’ve had enough, undress my love.

I’m coming over.

If you could take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

Ooooh

If you take my pulse right now,

It would feel like a sledgehammer.

Hammer, Hammerrrr

If you take my puuuulse

If you could take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

If you could feel my heart beat now,

It would hit you like a sledgehammer.

You’re taken over the beat of my body.

You just don’t let up, don’t let up.

You’re taken over the beat of my body.

But you lift me up, lift me up.

If you take my pulse right now,

It would feel just like a sledgehammer.

She finished strumming, “Well I hope you enjoyed it. Remember, love only.”

Lauren heard a voice clear their throat behind her, “Excuse me, Miss Jauregui the plane is ready.”

“Thank you,” she replied getting up from her seat. She went outside towards the plane, and tweeting something before getting on.

@LaurenJauregui: Listen to @KC_LoveOnly ’s new cover. I’m in love! 😍 I think you’ll like the song choice. She’s amazing, follow her!!

#UPDATE #series #AU #camren #submission #Say You Wont Let Go

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NSFW #14: Three’s The Limit

StableWars was over. EWC was packing up, taking their flights home, the four brands again taking to their own paths across the world. NSFW was no different- they’d decided, instead of going straight to Johannesburg, to spend the Thanksgiving holiday at home in Pittsburgh. But this sojourn home would be, at their request, a bit different than all their other homecomings, at least for one afternoon. Mike McGuire sat at Bishop Church’s side, the two of them bundled in a toasty matching pair of chocolate brown cable knit sweaters to ward off the autumn chill. Her left hand, as it often seemed to be, was gripping his right as they sat in a pair of director’s chairs set up in the center of their ring, a leaf occasionally drifting down onto the canvas. Across from them, also seated, was someone who, while supposed to be a neutral party, had become something of a nemesis of theirs- and yet, he’d been afforded an invitation that no one else in EWC had. Ace Heart cleared his throat, and began. “Hello-” “Hold up, Heart.” The mustached interviewer looked up from his clipboard and leveled a glare at Mike. “You asked me to be here.” There was some apprehension in his voice. “You didn’t even let me interview you at the show.” Mumbling. “Grabbed the mic from me.” “I know. And that…” She paused, breathing in. As if the words about to come out of her mouth were incredibly difficult to spit out. “...wasn’t cool of me.” John finally interjected. “Don’t think none of this has been cool. From day one. I was inclined to believe that your attitude towards me was the catalyst to this. I don’t think it’s that simple. We all have had a part to play in this. I think this has been one giant … misunderstanding.” “You haven’t treated my partner well. I don’t fuckin-- sorry. I don’t take good to that and so I haven’t treated you well. It’s a bad cycle, Heart, and we gotta nip it in the bud at some point or we’re just gonna keep getting worse.” Ace looked at them both intently. Dead air as tense as a Mexican stand-off. Until finally he answered them with an almost relieved sigh. “Yeah. I wasn’t exactly professional. Sorry about that. Want to take it from the top?” Mike, perhaps for the first time ever, gave the interviewer a genuine smile. “Shoot.” He looked directly at the camera. “Hello, EWC fans, Ace Heart here and we are 24 hours removed from StableWars. And while many are talking about Dominic Sanders being the lone survivor, my guests here retained their world tag team championships against The Eternal Circle. Mike McGuire. Bishop Church.” “Ideologically opposed.” John paused, rubbing the back of his neck perhaps in retrospect. “Worthy contenders.” “Yeah, loss or not, they kinda kicked the tar out of us. I wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime though, that was fuckin’ fun.” Mike’s grin was the now familiar sharkish look that it tended to take on at the prospect of violence, mischief, or both. “But here we are. Still champions.” “And so there are now a few notable events on the horizon. Wrestlefest in December. But before that, the Brawl season finale. New number 1 contenders for the world tag team titles will be crowned.” John and Mike nodded. “We’ll be watching.” “And for NSFW, Victor Price has decided to showcase the best of 2018 in this landmark show. You two. Against The Limit.” Mike gave a wordless look to her partner, her hand briefly tightening its grip before relaxing again, the squeeze quick and reassuring. “These chumps have put our collective asses in the hospital twice. And yet, they’ve never beat us once. If they think we’re gonna be intimidated, that we’re scared of them? They’re stupider than they look.” “Let’s talk about that a little. Ethan Alexander and D.J. Frank made their debut - by viciously assaulting you two. And it seems like you two came out on top. It got quiet. They went their own way effectively. Causing destruction throughout the division. Not too much success but a lot of broken bodies. But there was one question that wasn’t answered until recently. Why? And well, Mike, Bishop, that was answered emphatically. It wasn’t Victor Price nor Steve Bennett. It was Dominic Sanders. He set these two men upon you two.” “That’s right. Doesn’t really change who they are. They have been always been subordinates. They have always lacked any true agency.” Mike nodded in agreement and slouched in her chair a little, crossing her outstretched legs at the ankles and waving her free hand casually. “They were always nothing more than a couple of fuckin’ meatheads working for some guy. I just happened to be way off on who that guy was. But dumb muscle is dumb muscle any day of the week. Being a big muscle bound lug doesn’t do you no good if the other guy can outsmart you, and Church here can outsmart a hundred Lummoxes.” Heart tapped the clipboard as if to interrupt this chest-thumping. “This isn’t any match. Not under normal circumstances. Even more than the brutality exhibited in the tables match at Night of Champions. This match will be contested inside the …” Poignant pause. “Hell in a Cell.” John looked at Ace blankly. However, the camera also caught a flicker of a grin from the Bronx native. “A match neither of you have competed in. Seems right up your alley, Mike. But Bishop - I don’t think it's unfair to say that an ultra-violent stipulation such as this puts you out of your element. Do you not see this as a detriment?” Mike was about to speak. Possibly to end it as the question could be construed as hostile but John squeezed her wrist lightly. “I think-” There was a clank. A tug at the heavy warehouse door. It budged a little, casting a ray of light into the concrete and steel building. A little more. The morning sunlight glints off something metallic. A little more… “...do you need help?” Mike huffed, irritated that they were being bested by a door of all things. This was pickle-jar stereotypical. Still, they nodded, and their partner pulled the heavy steel door the rest of the way to the side with ease, if not with a very ear-displeasing screech. Stepping in and reaching to the side, Mike yanked on a large industrial switch, a loud click echoing through the cavernous room as overhead caged lighting provided some illumination. The warehouse was full of various odds and ends. Rolls of canvas. Ring parts. A few racks full of folding chairs. Cardboard boxes, likely full of unsold merch. The bits and bobs that kept a wrestling show looking and running the way everyone expected it to. Interesting, but not what NSFW came here for. That particular sight was housed right in the center of it all. A ghoulish masterwork of steel and chain link fencing that any wrestling fan worth their salt could identify on sight. Something that called one of the most legendary spots in the business to mind. Seven feet of tattooed death and a blood-soaked madman with a molar in his nostril. The one Up North was newer than this, shinier, perhaps put together a bit better. This particular model was for a company that didn’t have the means to have a new one built every couple years. But still, there in its twenty foot tall, five ton dark majesty, was The Cell. Mike approached it first, walking slowly around its circumference, reaching out a hand and letting their fingers drag along the side with a soft metallic series of ‘tings’. It was like stroking a sleeping monster. Frozen, John kept at a distance to what Mike so easily approached. Making their way back around, Mike paused, seeing their partner more or less where they left him. Their brow furrowed, expression softening a bit as they walked back over to him, reaching out and resting a hand on his bicep, by now a common gesture when they wanted to reach out to him in an especially sincere manner. “...are you okay with this, bud?” One could possibly pinpoint where his trepidation came from. It was not a difficult leap. He balled up his fists as his gaze drifted up and up towards the roof of the cell. “Don’t think it matters what I’m okay with.” “Yes it does. Look. I can talk to Pr… no, forget that, the dude’s a fucker. I can go over his head and talk to Mac himself. See if we can get a stip change.” John stepped forward away from their comfortable touch. He reached out, hand trembling, and locked fingers through the ringlets of steel. He grasped and pulled. It rattled. Maybe the beast reacted to being prodded by someone who it considered unworthy. “No. We don’t need that. This seems just as much as our opponent as them.” He shook at the fence again. As if wordlessly pleading to it. “I’m afraid.” Something he has admitted before to Mike. But this time the omission seemed to be for all in the room. And the confidence in his tone seemed contradictory if one didn’t know the kind of man John was. “Not at them. This. Maybe.” He considered that and shook his head. “This is just a cage.” And turned to Mike. “More afraid of what it makes us. As of late, we’ve spent so much time saying we’re good. It would be so easy because of everything they did to us and reciprocate. This being the vessel.” Mike chewed it over in their head. He did have a point. At some point, declaring yourself the good guy meant you were protesting too much. And something like this gave one all kinds of excuses to do all kinds of terrible things. The structure almost demanded it, as if it really were forged in Hell and required blood tributes. Frowning, they approached again, reaching up. Gripping the chain link high as they could reach, then letting the toe of their Lugz boot find purchase in another gap. Holding tight and taking care not to slip, they ascended the side, arachnid-like, for a couple feet, as if testing the beast. Assessing what could be done. They dropped back to the floor with a slight ‘oof’, the impact of the thick soled boots echoing off the concrete. “I get you. But there’s something to be said for taking back our pound of flesh too, you know. They may never’ve beat us but that don’t matter. They’ve said as much. They hurt us. They hurt you. I want to make them sorry they ever agreed to do Sanders’ dirty work.” John leaned back on the cage wall, arms folded across his chest. He looked down towards his feet after letting Mike’s statement sink in. “In that sense, they just aren’t worth it. A lot of this isn’t worth it as of late.” Out of nowhere, he conjured what has happened lately. “Six on two - and I can’t help but to think it was my fault.” They gave him an odd look, head cocked a bit to the side like a dog hearing a high pitched noise. “Your fault? How do you figure that?” “How many of the people who offer us smiles and platitudes daily came to our aid while they stood over us like trophy kills? It would be easy to lash out. As we have. But perhaps it was a symptom.” Mike folded their arms, but moved closer. “You can’t take all the blame for that. I mean, number one, like you said, we had pretty good reason to be tender as a couple’a fuckin’ toothaches about all this. Number two, there’s two of us. Maybe we handled this all not so good but you can’t take the burden all on your shoulders.” “Been a bunch of misunderstandings. One after another.” They pursed their lips in thought, fingers drumming against their arm. They uncrossed them, and instead reached out with both hands for his, reassuring and reassured by the comfortable warmth. “I know the new year’s over a month off, but I don’t think we need to wait till then to start fresh. If there’s been misunderstandings, maybe we oughta try to iron them out. Iggy was a good start. Maybe we should branch out a little.” Mike made a face, and sighed. They couldn’t believe what they were about to suggest. “...I think there’s somebody we oughta talk to.” “-that I’ll do just fine. I’ve always felt defensive towards the accusation that I don’t have what it takes in an environment such as this cage. But for the most part, they’re right. I lack the proclivities towards barbarism. But I will do what is necessary. I will adapt. I already have. Here I sit. One half of the world tag team champions. And not the wash out many pegged me as so early on. And I can feel it. One of the reasons as to why. To some perhaps a delightful irony. A fool’s allegory. Spoken from a true lack of understanding as to what this cell and that cell do to a human being. No comparison.” “For one thing, we won’t be alone in there.” Another squeeze of her hand, a quick but noticeable pulse. “I’m sure a sharp journalist like you has figured it out by now, and for all the folks out there who don’t know, I’ll tell you. I’ve said quite a few times that NSFW-” Mike pointed to herself, then to Bishop, and then back again. “-has perfect synch. That doesn’t mean we think alike, act alike. It means we cover for each other. We understand each other’s strengths and weaknesses and lock in our strategy so every base is covered. But we don’t just leave it at that. We learn. We get fucking better, stronger. Hone our weaknesses so every time, our partner has less to have to cover for. That’s growth. Not just as a tag team, but as fucking humans. We don’t just make people re-evaluate what they expect of us, we smash those expectations to bits.” John nodded. “And The Limit? Well, it kind of works for them the same way.” “This is our third dance with them, as everybody knows. And I wonder, what the fuck have they learned? About each other? About themselves? About us? Have they grown at all? Or are they the same pair of play for pay assholes from Detroit that we’ve gone around with twice before? Are they worthy opponents, or just a couple of hired goons that will only everbe hired goons?” Mike reached down and picked up a thermos, drinking from it before setting it back down. “Heh, sorry, Heart. You’re the guy supposed to be asking the questions, yeah?” Ace chuckled. “That’s quite alright. Upon observation, there seems to be some receipts to be dished out to your opponents. Is that the gist of it?” The champions turned their gaze to each other. There was a silent affirmation in their exchange before Church piped up. “Right.” He ran a hand through his sandy blond beard considering that very thing. “But why? Think about it. What do The Limit even have left? They came into his company and made an impact. Tried to use us as stepping stones. And then they lost. And lost. And lost.” “Didn’t they beat those old guys? And the perverts who tried to fucking hit on me?” John shrugged. “Doesn’t everybody? But when it mattered? A statement against the tag team champions at the time? Disqualified. On purpose. A chance to fight us for the titles? Disqualified. On purpose. I mean, why?” “They keep saying they don’t care about winning. Which begs the question on why the fuck they’re even here. If all they wanna do is beat the shit out of people for money, then all they really need to do is grab a camera and fight homeless people, and some jerkoff will give them an easy payday… oh wait, that jerkoff is Dominic Sanders.” She rolled her shoulders, neck cracking a bit. “But this is the EWC. You should be here to at least try, to aspire to some fucking thing- titles, glory, inspiring others, even just because you love this sport and give yourself over to the spirit of competition.” “All of that angry blustering seems to be covering up something. The inability to get to that next level. Honestly, why would they? They’re paid and they don’t have to think for themselves. But something must be tugging at the corner of their psyches when they’re constantly attributed as mindless goons. Who are The Limit? What makes them tick? What’s their story? At this point - after all of this...” He tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair and looked directly at Ace. “...who cares? Frank and Alexander have one thing left to their names.” He held up one finger. “Never pinned.” Two fingers from Mike. “Never submitted.” And a third from John. “Never defeated.” The two of them stood, positioning themselves at such an angle that the mustachioed interviewer was still visible in the shot. “And that’s where you two come in?” “Exactly. The Limit’s going to be taught a hard fuckin’ lesson at our hands, something they should’ve known before they signed the dotted line at Saunders’ behest- Never Stop Fighting to Win. And if we have to make use of the steel to teach them that lesson… well, to borrow a phrase from my partner, so be it.”

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‘Women, you have to treat ‘em like shit’: An exclusive excerpt from SAD! Donald ‘Biff’ Trump Is President

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WOMEN: YOU HAVE TO TREAT ‘EM LIKE SHIT. ~ Donald Trump, New York magazine (November 9, 1992)

These, of course, are Donald “Biff” Trump’s words on the 2005 “Access Hollywood” tape.

Fast forward from 1955 to the alternate 1985 timeline in BTTF2, when Biff is a wealthy and powerful casino owner. According to Team Biff, he’s now a giant among men:

His power and influence made him the model of world leaders and heads of state. Marvel at Biff’s ongoing relationships with the rich and famous. We’ve all heard the legend. But who is the man?

Howard Stern: Will Dakota Fanning grow up hot?

Donald Trump: No. No.

Stern: She will not?

Trump: She will always be cute.

Stern: But she’ll never be hot.

Trump: She’ll never be hot.

Dakota Fanning was 11 years old at the time.

Now let’s compare the two men’s current marriages. Both Biff and “Biff” show a repeated and willful lack of concern about their wives, as if they were chattel, or even just cattle.

Multiple wives and women, accusations of multiple offenses and denials from Trump, but sexual perpetrators almost always deny their guilt.

“You could have just walked away.”

But what about people who sometimes can’t walk away? Like your daughter, your mother or sister.

And his stalky, leering performance during the second presidential debate33 with Hillary Clinton raised the hackles of many women watching.

Biff Tannen and “Biff” Trump are the same man. No introspection, no regret about their infidelities, no compassion, no sympathy for their partners. Serve the self, do it right now, and move on.

For the good of all American people, Trump (and Kavanaugh) must exhume and prioritize these issues, not deny and bury them.

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DATING SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Seokmin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Seokmin is incredibly cuddly around you, he loves to be around you and have some sort of contact with you. He can’t help himself usually but to start tickling your sides and tease you whenever he has his arms around you too.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You were drawn to Seokmin from the moment you met him, he had a personality that instantly made you feel comfortable around him and a smile that made you listen to every word that he spoke. He loved getting to know you from the moment he met you too, taking an instant liking to what he saw from you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

A friendship between you both quickly developed, and one night when you were hanging out, Seokmin couldn’t help but joke about how different things could have been for you both if you started dating. Despite being a joke, it soon became a thought that Seokmin couldn’t stop thinking about for the rest of your evening, ended up with him suggesting that the two of you perhaps give dating a try as your evening came to an end.

D ⇴ DATES

Each date was an adventure, you never did the same thing twice. He loved having someone to explore with, you’d always make sure to try new restaurants and venues for your dates, if you’d been to one restaurant once, you’d pick another the next time, or if your previous date had been at the beach, then you’d head down to the river for the next one. Eventually, you went on so many dates that you had the perfect list of all your favourite places to go to that the two of you could hold onto for the rest of your lives together.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Seokmin’s life had been filled with a lot of hate, he was excited to enjoy his first experience of love. He couldn’t wait to fall in love and have someone there who would pick him up rather than constantly bring him down and support him in everything that he chose to do. There were definitely a few nerves at the start of your relationship, Seokmin wasn’t used to being treated so well, but it was an experience he also loved and wished that he had managed to receive in his earlier years from those who were around him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Despite his bright personality, Seokmin is incredibly sensitive when it comes to conflict and arguments, he’s had far too much negativity in his life to experience it alongside you as well. Whenever you’re angry, he’ll sit and listen, usually with teary eyes too. He hates feeling as if he’s let you down or frustrated you, so once you’ve finished ranting about whatever the subject is, he’ll apologise straight away. He’s used to just saying sorry, it’s what he spent so many years doing, but once you see how sorrowful he is, you can’t help but feel bad for going at him so hard too and reassure him that there’s no reason to worry.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Seokmin’s family were very protective of him, but they trusted his judgement, especially when it came to you. Seeing how well you treated their son however was a huge turning point for them, all they ever wanted was for Seokmin to be happy and knowing that you made him happy was more than enough for them.

H ⇴ HOME

He enjoyed being in the dorm environment far too much to move out and find a place with you. He loved the noise and the laughter that came with living with all of his other members, and admittedly, you enjoyed being around them all too. Seokmin knew one day the time would come to move out, but he hoped it wouldn’t be for a little while yet.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

During a particularly hard time he was having, you were there for him throughout, never complaining. Seokmin never realised how much he needed you until he had your support during those days, and your love for him was the final piece of the puzzle that he needed to be sure that he loved you and let you know that he did too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Although he loves to make others happy and tries to give off the impression that he’s always smiling, there is a small part of Seokmin that can get jealous from time to time too. He’s not someone who can let go of previous experiences, and so little doubts sometimes creep in that perhaps being with you is too good to be true. He’ll laugh his way through his jealousy as that’s all he knows how to do, others might not be able to pick up on it, but you can recognise a fake laugh from Seokmin in an instant and know exactly what’s going on.

K ⇴ KIDS

Controlling Seokmin was sometimes enough for you, so you dreaded to think how chaotic your life would be with children too. Seokmin often told you about his dreams of a family in the future and how he hoped he had kids who could at least try and match the amount of energy that he had. You on the other hand, hoped that your children one day would be able to finally tire Seokmin out, which was something that you’d been trying to do for many years, but somehow his energy just never seemed to run out.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He was the one who always create the happy mood in any situation, no matter how bad of a day you’d had or how angry you might be, he would never fail in putting the smile back on your face. Seokmin was someone who smiled his way through life and got on with everyone, a quality that you admired in him greatly. He very much controlled a situation with his jokes and his cheeky remarks, which also helped in making him a favourite with your family too. All of your friends adored him as if he’d been a part of your friendship circle for years too as a result of his sense of humour which they too instantly fell in love with.

M ⇴ MISSING

Just like with his jealousy and frustrations, Seokmin would try and laugh his way through the feeling of missing you too. He’d often brush it aside if any of the members asked how he was feeling, refusing to show any sign of emotion in front of all of them all. Despite him trying to ignore his feelings, the other members would know straight away when he was missing you as he’d try and crack joke after joke to distract his mind. He would behave exactly the same around you too, his focus was on cheering you up if you were missing him, and if he was missing you, then that would be something he’d try and keep to himself for your own sake.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

As soon as you heard about his nickname of ‘docutie,’ you picked it up and decided to start using it for yourself too. Seokmin tried for a while to stop you, but when he knew he wasn’t going to win, he eventually caved to you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Seokmin was obsessed with your smile, he liked knowing that you were happy anyway, but especially so whenever you were around him.

P ⇴ PDA

He’s not afraid to be affectionate in public with you or try and make your relationship anything subtle. He knows that the fans will support him, and he wants to be real with them, so he’ll still be just as playful and teasing in public with you as he is whenever the two of you are behind closed doors with no one else watching.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Seokmin loves talking, so he will ask you questions on just about anything. Anything that comes to mind he’ll want to talk about, he’s a people person, especially when he’s around his favourite person in the world, you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

When you found out the meaning behind his stage name, you knew you had to do something special for him. You ended up finding a gemstone that you knew Seokmin would love and gave it to him as something that he could always have on him. He’d take it on tour, to recordings, interviews, it slowly became a good luck charm for him to have a part of you with him even when he wasn’t able to physically be by your side.

S ⇴ SEX

Seokmin is always full of energy at the best of times, but especially so when it comes to being intimate with you. He could go all night if you asked him too, when it comes to loving and treating you well, he has all the excitement and time in the world. He’s also loud too, sometimes it will just be moans, other times he’ll be pouring out with compliments to remind you how much he loves you and how special he believes you are.

T ⇴ TEXTS

His texts are always carrying and inquisitive of you. He’ll always ask how your day is going and what your plans are, and if he thinks there’s time in between it for you to see him, then he’ll ask if you fancy a trip to the dorm too.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You opened up a whole new world of love to Seokmin, of course, he’d always been loved by those who were closest to him, but to have the love and affection that came with being in a relationship was something that he adored.

V ⇴ VACATION

Going on holiday was a big deal to Seokmin, but he never cared where in the world he was as long as he was with you. Holidays to him were his way of saying thank you to you for always being with him and supporting him despite how challenging his world could sometimes be and how little time he’d spend with you.

W ⇴ WHINING

He could definitely create enough noise if he wanted to, he was the mood maker for a reason, and that definitely included when he whined too.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Your kisses are one of the things that Seokmin values the most from you, he’s always searching for love and affection from you, and that usually comes in the form of a kiss, or two, from you. If he’s feeling quiet, he’ll sneak into your hold and tap his finger against your cheek to boldly ask for a kiss from you. He’s not afraid to tease you and he’s definitely not afraid to let you know exactly what he wants from you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were a ray of light in Seokmin’s light, whilst he was everyone else’s sunshine, you were his.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you laid side by side every night, without fail. Seokmin enjoyed your embrace and found it incredibly comforting to be at your side. The comfort of your presence was all that he needed to fall asleep comfortingly at night.

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Choi Youngjae

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Youngjae is very shy with his affection, he uses it to create a safe space for him around you. He loves to cuddle you and spend as much time as possible as close to you as he can, it’s his happy place, and it’s where he wants to be.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

Everyone could see that Youngjae had quickly taken a liking to you by how shy he became. Even his laugh was a lot quieter than usual as he didn’t want to do anything that would make you think he was strange. All of the members, especially Jackson, were pushing him to speak to you, always assuring him that he had to trust in them, and you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

With the boy’s words in the back of his mind, eventually Youngjae approached you. He instantly relaxed around you as you wondered what was wrong, judging by the shy smile on his face. As he began to confess to you, you couldn’t help but smile. It was a moment you had secretly been waiting for, for quite some time, having also spoken to Jackson in private before to see if Youngjae felt the same way, which now you knew, he did.

D ⇴ DATES

He was very spontaneous with your dates, he never planned too much into them because neither of you ever really knew where you’d end up. He loved to go on long walks with you, and Coco, exploring around the city. He was a lot more chill than some of the other members, he wasn’t a massive fan of physical things that required a lot of energy, he much preferred to relax with you at the cinema or the theatre. He also loved to gift you things on your dates, particularly little songs, or melodies he’d come up with thinking about you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Youngjae had been too shy to ever really approach a girl before, he was the softest human who was so scared of rejection. He’d opened up to you plenty of times about his concerns with this being his first relationship, he never wanted to do anything wrong or upset you. Luckily for him, you were very understanding of the fact this was his first relationship, and you always put in plenty of effort to encourage him that you were happy.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He was far too sensitive to every really fight, if there was one member in the group who hated confrontation, it was Youngjae. You’d be able to tell if he was upset because he’d go silent, the room would have a horrendous tension as Youngjae just sat with his own thoughts. Rather than shout, the two of you would sit and talk. Arguments effected Youngjae a lot more than they did you, whilst you weren’t afraid to shout if you needed to, there was never a chance because Youngjae wouldn’t allow it.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

His family was fairly big which was slightly overwhelming for you, but Youngjae was quick to welcome you in. He knew that you loved being around children, so he used his nieces and nephews to his advantage, which also allowed his parents to see how caring and sweet you were, whilst also seeing how happy you made Youngjae too.

H ⇴ HOME

Since moving out of the dorm, he’d gotten used to life being him and Coco, but he couldn’t deny that he loved the company you brought into his life. The two of you spent a lot of time together from the start of your relationship, so it only made sense for you to move into his place after a couple of months seeing as you practically lived there anyway.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were actually the first to say, ‘I love you,’ one evening when Youngjae was feeling particularly sensitive. He’d had the day from hell, and you were struggling to find a way to comfort him. It broke your heart seeing him so upset, and the only way out seemed to be telling him exactly how you felt, as he was told he was loved by a girlfriend for the first time.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Again, Youngjae is the softest boy, and jealousy is a feeling he often recognises. He has many insecurities that you’ve been helping him with, his confidence isn’t as high as other people’s which often feels him leaving a little left out. You can recognise instantly when Youngjae isn’t feeling himself, you won’t hesitate for a second to excuse yourself and return to Youngjae’s side. He’ll always apologise for feeling how he does, but yet again you always assure him that the feeling is only natural, and he hasn’t done anything wrong.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having spent a few years around his nieces and nephews, Youngjae can’t wait to start a family of his own. As excited as he is, he knows there’s a few years left before he can think about it. The two of you will talk about your future family quite often, imagining what your kids would look like, how they’d behave and all the changes you’d have to make to the apartment in order to accommodate your family.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

I challenge you to find someone with a laugh as infectious as Youngjae’s. It is your favourite sound in the world, and by far your favourite thing about him. There’s been plenty of occasions when you’ve heard him laughing before you’ve even put the key in the front door to unlock. He loves to laugh and being around you always brings a smile to his face. When you’ve had a bad day, he’ll stick by your side and laugh until he can no more in the hope it makes you happy again, knowing how much his laughter can brighten your mood.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’s a wreck when he’s away from you, there’s no other way to describe it. He doesn’t even try to pretend that he’s alright because he knows he’s not. He’ll call you most days, even if it’s just for a few moments so that he can hear your voice and see your face. You’ll often get messages from the other boys too to let you know he’s coping, if at all. The day he comes back from tour feels like Christmas to him, he refuses to leave the apartment for a good few days so he can make up for all the time that he’s been away from you. It’s overwhelming for him being back with you both, a special time that he wants to savour for a while.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You’re hugely in love with his cheeks, so you tend to call him ‘squish,’ because of his adorable dimples. For Youngjae, he’ll often call you, ‘jagi,’ it’s his favourite nickname for you, which makes it your favourite too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Just like you are with his, Youngjae is obsessed with your laugh. Being around you really is a safe space for him, and nothing makes him feel safer then when he’s with you and able to hear you laughing about anything.

P ⇴ PDA

He’s far too shy to ever do anything over the top in public, but he certainly won’t allow there to be a distance between you both. No matter how red his cheeks are, he’ll always keep you close and protected in his side one way or another. Rather than PDA, the two of you much prefer to mess around and tease each other to see who can laugh the most.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Youngjae turns a lot to you to boost his confidence, he’ll ask for your opinion on a lot of things. When you can tell he’s feeling insecure you’ll be right there to answer his questions and comfort him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACT

A lot of people know that he wears his two rings as they were gifts, but what very few people know is that he also has a bracelet that he refuses to take off, from you. It’s often hidden under his jackets or shirts, which he loves, but he does get caught in interviews from time to time playing with it. No one ever knows where the bracelet came from, aside from the two of you, but he likes having a part of you with him always.

S ⇴ SEX

The softest human being in the world, the two of you are equals always, very affectionate, and incredibly cuddly. He doesn’t tend to dominate, and neither do you, you just follow your intuitions and understand each other’s likes and dislikes. He’s shy often, but sex is where it peaks, he never quite knows what to do when you compliment him or tell him he’s doing a good job, he’ll just giggle and look away from your eyes.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He doesn’t text you often as he much prefers to hear your voice, so if he does text you, it’ll usually be a Coco update. Youngjae very much sees you as Coco’s mum, aside from Mark, so he’ll always send you photos of her throughout the day,

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

His confidence has never been so high since he started dating you. You helped Youngjae learn a lot about himself and teach him how precious he is. Without you, he’d never value himself as he does today.

V ⇴ VACATION

Going on holiday is a very rare experience for the two of you, Youngjae is quite a homely person, and between your schedules, you never really have the time. If you do have time for a holiday, you’ll tend to let Youngjae organise it as he needs to relax much more than you do, whatever he decides, you’ll know you’ll enjoy it.

W ⇴ WHINING

He doesn’t tend to whine a lot, if something goes wrong or he makes a mistake he’ll kick himself more than anything rather than involve you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Youngjae kisses you all the time, especially when you’re in your own space, but equally, you kiss him often too. Whenever he’s feeling down or a little bit insecure, you know kisses are the way to pick up his mood. He’ll try and brush you aside and hide his smile, but as soon as he feels your lips press to his cheek or chin, he won’t be able to hide it any longer. They’re what reassure Youngjae the most, something you very quickly learnt.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, you supported him through everything which he was so thankful for.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Despite his light snores and sleep talking at night, you love to cuddle up to Youngjae at night. Most nights, the two of you will wake up in the exact same position the following morning, having slept too comfortably to move.

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