#but then i got distracted by the thought of if i should eat cereal or cucumbers with tajin and lemon and hot cheetos

[hierba-picante]

NSR NSR NSR I MISS NSR AAAAUGHHH I'M SOBBING

mayday & zuke + mayday and zuke and a HINT of ellie

good lord some of these have been marinating for like 3+ months

the first artwork is probably the longest i've spent on something yet (like a week of on-and-off attention? and then another few days of tweaking and polishing things) mostly because i am so not used to doing painting & perspective like that and i have learned two valuable lessons:

1. gmod and blender are GODSENDS when it comes to D.I.Y-ing my own reference material

2. it is O.K to not be totally satisfied with the result . (however i do still think it's really good for something so far out of my comfort zone🔥🔥)

also ... zukebob image is an inside joke between me And my bestie ...

[avcdgrdn]

── .✦ [ FIC ]: coffee date with ford ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

stanford pines x reader fluff // based off of this headcanon post.

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you could tell that something was off as soon as you walked into the house.

the mystery (s)hack has officially run out of coffee beans ... and there's a grumpy grunkle to show for it.

"uuugh..."

six rough fingers moved to wearily rub the forehead of their owner: a sleep-deprived scientist who'd stayed up late last night working on a project. of course, whether the project was actually worth losing sleep over or not wasn't entirely relevant ... ford just didn't want to go to bed and deal with his thought-filled brain. despite his troubles with bill being behind him, there often are nights where he just can't fight the paranoia.

trudging out into the kitchen, the broad-built man leaned against a countertop with one arm, heaving a low and rumbling sigh.

"well, well. good morning, sunshine." a gruff voice called out from across the room, accompanied by the sound of cereal pouring into a bowl. stanley was ' making breakfast ' for dipper and mabel, who waited eagerly at the table. "didja get enough beauty sleep?"

"i'll answer that question after i have my coffee." ford huffed, eyes still half-shut and darkened with exhaustion. upon hearing those words, stan trailed out an 'uhhhh' and glanced towards the coffee machine.

"about that, sixer ... it's all gone. i was gonna grab another bag the last time i was out, but i got distracted."

if, by being distracted, he meant attempting to shoplift a twelve-pack of pitt cola and getting caught, he was technically telling the truth.

"what."

the corner of ford's left eye twitched. no coffee? how could he have overlooked such a possibility? great ... just great.

after a moment longer of taking in the unfolding scene from the open front door, you decided to speak up.

"uh, everything okay?"

everyone's attention shifted to you. you'd only been staying with the pines family for a few days as a temporary fix for your living situation, but somehow, it was beginning to feel like home. mabel grinned brightly upon seeing you, waving her small hands in the air.

"hiya, cutie !! back from your morning walk? how'd it go?"

you met her honey brown eyes, and a smile crept onto your expression.

"it was lovely, thanks." you made your way into the house, closing the front door behind you and promptly taking a seat beside the smaller twins at the table. the grunkles observed you, following suit and each coming over to fill the remaining empty seats.

"i hope ya like cereal, cause i can't cook for my life!" stan grinned, gave everyone a bowl of cereal, and the feasting began.

mabel scarfed down her bowl, akin to how waddles might eat his own breakfast. dipper and stan both ate slowly, while you were somewhere in the middle. the only odd one out was ford, who hadn't touched his spoon at all. his head was rested against one hand, and his eyes were shut, as if he were deep in thought or (more likely) dozing off. still, he looked like he should at least eat something ...

"ford?" you called from across the table, spoon in hand.

"i- wh- ... huh?"

he stammered, a faint shade of crimson tinting his cheeks as he snapped awake and stared at you like a deer in headlights. stan snickered.

"what's wrong?" your voice was concerned, with an undertone of amusement. it seemed unnatural for him to act so disheveled, considering how your first impression of him was extremely put-together and educated. although, you couldn't say you disliked this side of him.

he cleared his throat. "well, you see, we've ... run out of coffee. during days like these, i rely on the caffeine to keep me awake."

"i see." you crunched on another mouthful of cereal, swallowing with a thoughtful hum. "isn't there a good café somewhere near here?"

at that, ford raised his bushy brows. a café? that's a good point.

"it must be relatively new, because i can't say that i've ever been to such an establishment in town." he mused, stroking his chin stubble as he attempted to recall the various changes that had occurred in gravity falls since he'd returned after being gone for thirty years.

"i could take you, if you like."

"...what?"

and now, all eyes were on you.

blinking innocently, you restated your offer.

"i said, i could take you, if you like. i've been there a few times myself, and they've got a lot of good options."

"gasp !! like a date ??" mabel squealed, only to be elbowed by her twin brother. her comment earned a darker blush from ford and a choke from stan.

"u-um ... i wouldn't necessarily say a da-"

"ahem! i accept your offer. it would be good for me to get out of the house, anyway." ford hurriedly interrupted you, averting his gaze as he straightened his trench coat and adjusted his turtleneck. a stifled squeal of joy could be heard from the kids' end of the table.

and just like that, you found yourself strolling down the sidewalk, side by side with the tired scientist. he had freshened up somewhat, having taken the time to tame his bedhead hair and clean his dusty glasses. even while sleep deprived, he looked handsome in the warmth of the sunlight. catching yourself staring, you quickly averted your gaze to in front of you, focusing on where you were walking. ford had most definitely seen you looking, but chose not to say anything about it.

the silence wasn't uncomfortable, per se, but it certainly was not commonplace for either of you. you've been living on your own for a while now, so you're acquainted with silence, but not the kind shared with another person. on the flip side, ford has slowly been learning to cherish peace and quiet again after getting rid of bill's voice in his head.

upon arriving at the café, the two of you took in the inviting atmosphere, inhaling the scent of brewing coffee and sweet pastries as the little bell hanging from the door jingled to signal your appearance. ford visibly relaxed, already pleased.

"you know what you want?" you questioned with a smile, glancing up to meet his eyes.

"mm, i think i'll have the cold brew with vanilla cream." he replied, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a somewhat shy grin. you swore you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"alright." making your way up to the cashier, you put in your order for two drinks, pulling out your wallet and selecting the appropriate bills to pay for the both of you. ford was somewhat shocked that you had made the move to pay for his drink, and his bashful smile grew as you found a table to sit down at.

"thank you, that was very generous of you." he adjusted his glasses, sitting across from you and giving you a brief once-over. "i could have covered it, you know."

"ah, don't worry about it." now that you thought about it, this was the first time that you were spending one-on-one time with him, apart from the rest of the family ... was this really a date, like mabel had said? your face began to heat up at the notion, but you quickly distracted yourself by looking down to fidget with the edge of your sleeve.

feeling the need to break the silence, the silver-streaked man shifted in his seat. "so ... tell me about yourself."

he was clearly showing interest in getting to know you, which was flattering, and somewhat endearing. given his quiet demeanor, it was obvious that socialization was not his strong suit. still, you couldn't deny that he had a certain rugged charm about him.

staring out the window, you thought for a moment, then spoke. "for starters, you know that i'm working on moving into a house." there was another pause as you mulled over your next words. "i'm interested in the strange phenomenons here in gravity falls. i was raised in another state, but my family relocated here while i was in high school. that's what got me curious about certain ... abnormalities." you smiled softly, fixing your gaze onto him. "i think unusual things are wonderful."

stanford was practically slack-jawed, his dark brown eyes shining with the wonder of a child in love. any previous hesitation was completely abandoned.

"why, that's what i've dedicated my life purpose to for years!" his wide shoulders leaned over the table, bringing his face closer to your own. "i've been keeping journals-"

he was interrupted by a barista calling out your name across the café. regretfully, you had to tear your attention from his enthusiasm, standing to go collect your drinks from the counter. for some reason, the thudding of your heart was very loud.

returning to your seat, you put ford's cold brew in front of him before taking a swig of your own drink. he carefully picked up the cup, observing it from a few different angles before raising it to his lips. he took a long sip, then made a low, content hum. "yes ... this is exactly what i needed." you could already see the caffeine revitalizing him. "now, where was i? ah, yes! the journals."

the next hour and a half consisted of him infodumping about the journals and all of the wonderful things he's seen and done. he earned quite a few reactions from you, each of which inflated his ego even further. by the end of his rant, he was on an energetic and emotional high.

the two of you were laughing at some corny one-liner he'd thrown in, and ford leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his broad chest as it heaved with deep chuckles.

"you know, i haven't talked with anyone like this in a while, besides stanley and the kids, of course." a warm smile graced his features. "i'm glad that you invited me here. and ..." he trailed off, his eyes narrowing. "... i think you're an interesting person. clearly, we share the same passion."

oh, crap. why was he looking at you like that? why was it hot? you could feel yourself slowly losing your composure. why did your type have to be nerds?

"t-thanks. i think you're interesting, too." you blushed, smiling and feeling giddy.

"we should do this again, yes?"

"i would love to."

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author's note:

expect more ford content from me (he's literally my pookie)

also if you give me feedback i love you

if you have any fic ideas, shoot me a request!

[sunshinesteviee]

and they were roommates - s.h.

summary: from the prompt "we hosted a party for our friends last night and somehow we ended up making out and now it’s the next morning and we’re cleaning the apartment together and I can’t stop thinking about it" wc: 1.5k warnings: lots of overthinking and a flustered steve, but that's about it lol a/n: originally requested as a blurb that i got carried away with; i hope you like it!! sorry for the stupid title LOL

my masterlist

It’s unusually quiet in your apartment for a weekend morning where both you and Steve are home. The radio is on, playing the current pop hits, but it’s not enough to distract you from the distinct lack of conversation. If you wanted, you could probably chalk it up to the headache you were experiencing from your drinking last night, and assume Steve was feeling the same. And you tried, you really did. But you knew that wasn’t the cause of the silence filling your apartment. 

Last night, you and Steve had had all of your friends over to unwind and hang out. There’d been lots of alcohol, and you’d ended up drinking way more than you’d planned to. Your drunk decisions were never your best ones, but you’d really outdone yourself last night. The stupid decision had almost been forgotten until you rolled over in bed to find Steve next to you, his perfect lips parted as he slept soundly. It wasn’t exactly abnormal to wake up next to him, especially after a night of drinking, but nothing had ever happened between the two of you. Until last night. 

You hadn’t done anything more than kiss — albeit quite… passionately — but Steve's one of your best friends, as well as your roommate, and a drunken kiss had the potential to ruin everything. Especially since there’d always been an unspoken tension between you, at least from your perspective, but you’d resolved to ignore it in hopes of it disappearing. Clearly, it hadn’t quite worked. 

After silently panicking, you’d scrambled out of bed and escaped to the kitchen, busying yourself with making breakfast. Steve had stumbled out of your room into the kitchen not long later, but was still half asleep as he poured himself a bowl of cereal, slumped over the counter as he shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth. Maybe he didn’t remember. 

At the time, you’d told yourself it was probably good if he didn’t remember. But now, as you silently clean the apartment together, you’re not so sure. Would it hurt more if he really didn’t remember the kiss, or if he was just pretending he didn’t? Sure, you’d both been drunk, but it would be a lie to say you’d never considered the possibility, so the thought of it meaning nothing to Steve nearly eats you alive. 

Empty beer bottles and cans clink loudly as you toss them into the garbage bag you’re holding. It’s louder than it needs to be, but you’re trying to focus on cleaning, on the noise; anything to keep your mind from wandering back to Steve and the kiss you’d shared. Because the images of your kiss flash in your mind, of Steve’s hands on your waist, soft lips pressing to yours, do nothing to stop your racing heart. 

You can’t believe he hasn’t said anything, but then again, neither have you. Just the thought of mentioning it makes you flustered, and you’re not sure you can face him without feeling like you’re going to burst into flames, but you have to go back into the kitchen where Steve is washing the dishes that had been left out overnight. 

Steve is humming along to the song playing over the radio when you walk into the kitchen, and only glances up from the dishes for a moment to flash you his perfect smile when the sound of the bag of garbage you’re carrying betrays you. You manage to return the smile — though you’re sure it’s awkward and unconvincing — as you make your way across the kitchen to dump the bag into the bin. He’s still not saying anything, and you’re still not sure how to feel about all of it. Realistically, you know you should really talk about everything that had happened, even if it was just a one-time, drunken make out. You just can’t quite get yourself to do it, though, and chicken out of saying anything as you dart out of the kitchen and up to your room. 

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you grab your phone and dial a number you know by heart. Robin knows both you and Steve better than anyone else; surely she’ll know what you should do. The phone rings once, twice, three times, and finally she picks up with a grumbled, “Hello?”

“Hey, Robs. Did I wake you?” It’s nearly noon, but Robin’s night had been similar to yours — without all of the kissing, of course. 

She huffs, and you can hear rustling from the other side of the phone as she shifts in bed, “Yeah, but it’s fine; need to get up anyway before my mom starts telling me about the dangers of drinking again. Like I drink all the time or something. Anyway, what’s up?”

Suddenly the butterflies are back, fluttering in your chest, as you rub your free hand over your face, “Do you, uh… Do you remember anything that happened last night? I dunno how drunk you were but—“

Robin is quick to cut you off, “If you’re talking about you and Steve sucking face, yeah I remember that.”

You groan in embarrassment, face and chest filling with heat as you whine into the phone, “Jesus, Robin. Do you have to say it like that?”

“Well! That’s what it was! What would you call it?”

“I dunno, anything but that! But that’s not— I called ‘cause… We haven’t talked about it. I don’t know if he even remembers or—“

A scoff cuts you off again and you can practically hear Robin’s eye roll, “Holy shit, can you just talk to each other please? I’m too hungover for this and Steve’s already called me about it.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, at like four in the morning. It was freaking ridiculous. He said he’d talk to you. I think. I don’t really know, I was half asleep.”

Something like hope stirs in you as you thank Robin and apologize again for waking her up before you hang up. A call in the middle of the night could be good or bad, but Robin hadn’t made it sound like it was anything bad. She’s known about your crush on Steve, going so far as to insist that the feeling is almost definitely mutual, but you’ve never had the courage to make a move. You know it’s now or never. 

Opening your door, you run straight into Steve’s chest with a muffled ‘oof!’ His hand is raised, as if he had just been about to knock, but his arm quickly curls around your shoulders to steady you, “Whoa! Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

Your own apologies spill out at the same time, “Shit, sorry! I didn’t know you—“

Nervous laughter erupts from both of you, easing some of the awkward silence as Steve takes a step back. He looks a little nervous, with pink cheeks and wide eyes, which is strange for Steve. Lifting a hand, he scratches the nape of his neck for a moment and then murmurs, “I was just— thought we should talk and…” He trails off, eyes darting to the floor and back up to you before he blurts out, “I remember.”

“You do?” is all you can think to ask, sounding much more eager than you want to.

“Y-yeah. I do.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, a ragged sound as your breath catches in your throat. “Is that… is that a good thing?”

Steve laughs, a sound of adoration, as his cheeks flush again, a dark pink underneath his pretty freckles and moles. He lifts a hand, fingers tugging at his messy hair, tongue darting out to lick his lips, “Um. I mean, I think so. If you also think it’s good. Unless you regret it, and in that case, we can totally forget it happened and—“

“Steve,” you say his name quickly to cut him off, the corners of your lips pulling up slightly as he stops mid-sentence. 

“Yeah?��

You take a deep breath, and then just go for it, “I don’t regret it at all. I really… I really like you, Steve.”

“Oh. That’s— yeah, that’s good. Can I kiss you again? Since we’re, ya know, less drunk.” 

When you nod, a little dumbstruck, Steve wastes no time in cradling your face in his hands as he steps in closer to you. His hands are warm against your skin, thumbs brushing out over your cheekbones as he gently tilts your face up towards his. His eyes flick to yours for a second, and then he’s kissing you. 

This kiss is more delicate than the one you’d shared last night, though his lips are just as soft as you remember. He tastes less like alcohol this time, thankfully, and more like the fruity pebbles he’d eaten for breakfast, and maybe a hint of his minty toothpaste. You can’t help but melt into him, fingers curling into the worn fabric of his t-shirt to keep him close. 

You accidentally let out a small noise of disappointment when Steve finally pulls back that makes him laugh, the tip of his nose nudging into the softness of your cheek. His lips brush over the corner of yours once more as he murmurs, “Thank god you let me kiss you again. I’d never have survived off of what I remember from last night.” 

“You can kiss me any time you want, Steve.”

thanks for reading ilysm <3333

[nightmare-writes]

Succubus Soulmate pt.2

Wanda x Succubus!Reader

Hello everyone! Long time no see. I apologize for the unintended hiatus, life got in the way of me writing on here. I found this sitting in my drafts and I felt like some of you might have wanted to read it. I can’t guarantee that I will write another part of this soon, but if enough people want to see it I can write a part 3. Anyway! I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: masturbation (Wanda) it’s mostly very fluffy and domestic otherwise.

Summary: Your first few days on earth!

You stared at Wanda as she sat huddled up against her wall for a moment or so. You’d never been in this kind of position. You’re used to having some sleeze bag summon you, use you for two minutes, and then go straight back to the underworld while said sleeze bag knocks out in his post nut bliss. With this being your usual, you had no clue what you should do in this situation.

Eventually you fell asleep curled up on the couch with Wanda sitting awkwardly right next to you.

The more Wanda sat there, the more she started to think over logistics. What was she meant to do when she goes into work tomorrow? She couldn’t call out sick so she would have to leave you alone for a few hours. She couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t try to do anything silly while she was away, so she got to ‘succubus proofing’ her apartment.

She didn’t have any baby locks for cabinets so she assumed duct tape would have to do for now. She duct taped all of her cabinets shut, along with the fridge doors, the oven, the microwave, and anything she thought you could get into. She duct taped the cabinet in her bathroom with all her cleaning supplies in it and then went around to every window to duct tape the locks so you couldn’t access them. It felt like she had just gotten a new, untrained, puppy that she needed to ensure wouldn’t accidentally kill itself by drinking bleach thinking it was milk. It took her a few hours but she felt like she had successfully ‘succubus proofed’ her home. She rewarded herself by going to her bed and passing out for the night.

It felt like the moment Wanda closed her eyes, she had to open them back up. Her blaring alarm clock gave her no reprieve as it woke her up. She shut it off before getting ready for work as she usually did.

When she got out to the living room, she saw you were still curled up and resting. She felt a bit guilty as she gently shook you awake, but she needed to talk with you before she went off to work.

You groaned as the movement of your body got you out of your dreamland and forced you back into reality. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you looked up to Wanda and mumbled “Mornin” almost too quiet for her to hear. She had to admit that you did look cute all sleepy, but she couldn’t be distracted from the task at hand.

“Look, I have to go to work so I’m gonna lay down a few ground rules for when I’m gone.” She says firmly while crouching down to be at eye level with you. “You’re not allowed to leave apartment unless it is burning down or someone broke in.” She starts and you interrupt by saying “If it was burning down I’d stay right where I am, I finally wouldn’t be freezing to death. Do you like living in an ice block?” which garners you an eye roll from the red head. “Second rule, don’t touch any of my things unless it is this remote or-“ she says while looking around for something for you to eat. She spots the cheerios she had set out and decided that that would be a sufficient food source for you before she could go grocery shopping. She scampers over to grab the box from the kitchen along with a water bottle before returning to your side and placing the box and bottle on the coffee table. “- this cereal and this water, got it?” She added. “What if I don’t like the way it tastes?” You ask while poking at the box.

“Well it’s just for now, I’ll be back with more food for you. What do you even eat?”

“Souls of the damned” you say with a straight face before laughing at the disgusted and slightly horrified expression on Wanda’s face. “I usually just eat meat, but now that I’m stuck as this flesh sack I guess I’d eat whatever humans would.”

“Okay, noted.” She says while looking around to see if she needed to say anything else. “You can watch whatever you want on the tv, I have a few streaming apps if you wanna look through those too.” She says and you look at her like she was speaking a whole other language. “What the fuck is a tv.” You deadpan and Wanda thinks you’re joking again until she realizes that you’re serious. “What did you think the remote was for?” She asks and you simply say “A vibrator”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh while saying “Why in the world would I give you just the remote to a vibrator?” You shrug as Wanda sits down next to you and explains the wonders of the television to you. When she turns it on, you were absolutely terrified at first. You yelped and hid behind her while she giggled at your antics. “It’s not going to kill you, here let me show you how it works.” She says softly while gently coaxing you out of hiding. She didn’t want to put on anything scary since she didn’t want you to think it was real, so she went to her disney+ account and put on some kids show that her coworkers kids absolutely loved. “You can watch this while I’m gone, okay?” She says while gesturing to the colorful dogs that were dancing on the screen. The moment your eyes hit the screen, you were entranced by what you were seeing. You didn’t look away from it as you nodded.

Wanda gave you a small pat on the head before setting the box of cheerios next to you so you’d actually remember that they were there. She moved her hands in front of your eyes when you didn’t turn to look at her and you immediately swatted her hand away so you could continue to watch. She just giggled to herself before saying “Have fun, I’ll be back soon.” and heading off to the office.

You quickly learned that your first favorite thing on earth was a show called Bluey. You’re second favorite thing were the delicious crunchy circles that Wanda gave you. You had devoured the entire box of cereal after about 10 or so episodes of bluey and you wanted more. You figured out how to pause the funny dogs on the television so you could go find more crunchy circles.

Your quest begins in the place where Wanda brought the box from in the first place, the kitchen. You were greeted by a collection of places where the sugary treat could be, but when you tried to open up one of the cabinets it was stopped by something. You let out a low growl at the offending silver strip before your short nails grew into fierce claws that tore through it. The first cabinet you opened was filled with random white disks. You grabbed one and tried taking a bite to see if it was tasty like your crunchy circles, but it didn’t break in between your teeth so you gave up on it.

You spent a few more minutes tearing through all the tape in the kitchen and looking for snacks. You eventually stumble upon a heavy bag that was easy to rip open. It was filled to the brim with tiny white crystals that looked edible, so you gave it a lick. You were instantly hooked. It tasted so yummy, kind of like the crunchy circles but this time it was just the sweet tasting part.

You returned back to the couch so you could keep watching the silly dogs while licking your delicious new treat.

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Wanda was thankfully able to get off of work early and was able to convince her supervisor to let her work from home for a few days by giving some excuse about having to take care of some relatives child while they were in the hospital for a bit.

She returns home to see you, still sitting on the couch watching the show she put on earlier, but now you were eating something that was definitely not cheerios. “Hey, what are you- are you eating my sugar?!” She exclaims while taking the half eaten bag away from you. You whine and try to take it back from her but she hold it up above her so you couldn’t reach. “How did you even get this?” She questions while shutting the tv off. “I wanted more of this but there wasn’t any in the tiny compartments in the food room so I found that and ate it.” You say while picking up the box of cereal and holding it up. Wanda’s gaze moves over to the kitchen to see all the ripped up duct tape. She sighs and says “I’ll get you more cheerios, okay? No eating just sugar, it’s bad for you.” before giving you a reprimanding bop on your head. She almost changes her mind when she sees the adorable pout on your face, but she stays strong. You give in with a small nod while mumbling “No more… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’ll do better next time.” She says softly while sitting down next to you and hesitantly rubbing your back. You let out a soft purring sound before leaning against Wanda’s side. “More bluey.” you say while pointing to the television. She just chuckles to herself while switching the show back on. “We have to work on your manners, a please would be appreciated.” She says half jokingly.

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After you went to sleep, Wanda went about making preparations for the next day. She went back and decided to hide the sugar bag somewhere else in the kitchen. She also put back another layer of duct tape just in case you got any ideas of stealing again.

She went on a late night trip to the supermarket to get a few boxes of cheerios for you and some general groceries since she was running low on practically everything. While she was browsing, she noticed a cute pair of pink mittens and got an idea to stop you from tearing through the duct tape again.

When she got home, she put the groceries away before making her way to her bedroom to make a few modifications to your new mittens. With a bit of ribbon and a lock for each hand, she successfully made a way to keep your hands locked in place. Was it a little evil? Maybe, but you did break a rule that she explicitly said… and the thought of you needing her to do everything for you was too tempting to pass up. She imagined your cute pout as you looked up at her and begged for her to hand feed you your cereal, or having to help you drink your water, or having to beg her to touch you since you couldn’t touch yourself…

Her mind began to wander towards the delicious sounds you would make. Would you whimper and whine while not using your words or would you be begging for more the entire time? Would you be quiet or loud just for her? These questions were burning her mind and sending a certain undeniable heat to her core. As she laid on her bed, her hand slowly crept down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties. She was soaked just from her little fantasy of you. She was desperate to feel your soft, supple skin under her fingers. She wants to squeeze and mark every inch of her body for herself. Her fingers make feather light touches around her clit before slowly speeding up. She was doing it just the way she liked it, but it didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel right cause you weren’t the one touching her.

While she wanted to keep going, she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere. She pulled her hand out and inspected her fingers that were dripping in her arousal. Her thoughts immediately went to you sucking her fingers clean before she shoves them down your throat so you’d gag on them.

“Get yourself together, Wanda” she muttered quietly to herself while rubbing her face. To stop herself from getting too carried away, Wanda forced herself into the bathroom to take a cold shower and then straight to bed.

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“You want me to wear what?” You questioned while pointing towards the offending objects in Wanda’s grasp. “I told you not to touch anything and you did it anyway. So until I can trust you enough with your own hands, you’ll be wearing these.” She says while showing you the pretty pink mittens she made for you. You knew she was getting a kick out of this. A part of her wanted to humiliate you and that was clear from the way she was trying not to smile or the way her hands were slightly shaking. The tell tale sign though was the distinct scent of arousal wafting off of her. You knew she had no clue that your sense of smell was leagues above her own, but what she didn’t know didn’t matter. What did matter is that Wanda was starting to express her sexual interests, while indirectly, with you. You felt some weird sense of pride that she was maybe more of a pervert than you thought.

You sighed and held your hands out for her. “Alright, get ‘em on me.” You acquiesce and almost instantly Wanda gets your hands into fists so she could fasten the mitts. When they were both padlocked, you couldn’t stretch your fingers out so it was impossible for you to rip them. “Happy?” You say while waving your imprisoned fists up towards her. “Very” Wanda states before getting the next episode of Bluey on for you. “I’m going to be in the other room doing some work, you stay here and watch your show. I’ll come back in an hour for lunch.” She explains while going to the kitchen and returning with a bowl of cheerios for you. She sets the bowl on the couch next to you before giving you a small pat to the head. “No trouble while I’m working.” She reminds you before going off to work in her room.

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You could tell that the redhead was distancing herself from you. Whenever she could, she would work in another room than you. She would come check up on you occasionally to make sure you had food and that you were drinking water since “Humans need to drink water to survive.” While it was odd, you did enjoy being doted on even if it was for a few moments. You could tell Wanda was enjoying herself too, but she was too nervous to fully let herself go.

After the fifth time of noticing Wanda checking on you from her bedrooms doorway, you decided to put matters into your own hands. You fiddled with the remote to turn it off before tip toeing over to Wanda’s room. You give it a soft knock and ask “Can I come in? I’m bored.”

You could sense the hesitation from the other side of the door. Wanda was anxious to have a real conversation with you. It was safe to keep your conversation to a bare minimum. The sokovian couldn’t imagine the things she’d admit if she spoke to you for longer than five minutes. However, she had to rip the bandaid off. She couldn’t just leave you to waste away in front of her tv all day. “You may.” Wanda pipes up and you fumble with the door handle until it opens up. “Stupid cloth hands.” You whisper while glaring down at the pristinely pink fabric that was still tightly locked around your hands. “You can sit on the bed if you’d like.” You barely heard Wanda when she said it. You didn’t want to tease her about her nerves since it was easy to tell it might’ve made things worse. You sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, bouncing a bit on the springy surface. Wanda didn’t look away from her laptop and continued to type away at it as she sat next to you. You scooted closer to her until your cheek rested against her shoulder. You looked over her laptop screen to see a collection of tabs open while Wanda’s cursor was frantically switching between all of them. Her logic was that if she could overstimulate her eyes then she wouldn’t have to think about how close you were to her.

“What are you doing?” You ask while nodding towards the chaos unfolding on the screen in front of you.

“Working.”

“Working?”

“Mhm, this is what humans do for money.”

“What’re you doing to the screen?”

“Important technological stuff. You wouldn’t get it.”

“It doesn’t look that hard, you’re just looking at different pictures.” You point out while putting one of your mitts to the screen.

She sighs when she realizes she’s been caught before closing her laptop. “You got me, you’re more clever than I thought.” Wanda praises you before giving your hair a quick ruffle. You lean into the touch before Wanda could pull her hand away which leads to her giving you a few soft pets. “Now why did you come in here? I thought you’d want to sit and watch your show.” She asks while slowly moving her hand away from you. You whine quietly as she does and Wanda has to resist the urge to play with your hair. “I told you I was bored. I wanna do something.” You reiterated while turning your gaze up towards Wanda’s face. She sits there for a moment thinking about what she could do with you since she was also rather bored. “Why don’t we watch a different show together? I’ll make you a new snack to try.” She suggests and you eagerly nod your head at her idea.

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“Here, try this. It’s called popcorn.” Wanda says while sitting next to you with a bowl filled to the brim with a new treat for you. You examine this ‘popcorn’ and after giving it a few sniffs you decide that it was good enough to eat. You try to pick up a few pieces but your mitted fisted could barely do anything. Wanda noticed your struggle and giggles to herself. You could tell that she wanted you to ask for help since she was too nervous to offer it herself. “Can you help me eat this?” You ask the redhead and you immediately notice a spark of an idea in those bright green eyes of hers. “You have to ask me nicely if you want help.” She says smugly while watching your face to see if she might’ve stepped over the line. You groan but give into her. “Can you help me eat this popcorn… please?” You ask again and she happily takes a few pieces in her hand and up towards your mouth for you to start snacking. Your face lights up as you’re hit with a completely new taste. “More! Please- I want more popcorn.” You blurt out before opening up your mouth slightly as Wanda feeds you some more popcorn.

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Wanda soon put on one of her favorite shows, Malcom in the middle, for the two of you to watch as she contributed to feed you. You could feel Wanda’s tension start to ease as more episodes went by. She hasn’t had anyone to watch shows with in forever. It’s always been something she did with her family, but since she moved countries that was near impossible now. It felt blissfully domestic, which was something that Wanda didn’t know she wanted until now.

After some time, you fell asleep curled up next to Wanda as the show continued on in the background. Wanda wasn’t paying any attention to it though, her sole focus was on you.

I hope you all enjoyed! Leave a comment if you want to see this story continue.

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Lucky Clover

Hi guys!

This is a new one from a request that you can find here, here and here :)

I haven't proofread it because I'm a lazy bitch, sorry if there is some mistakes.

Please enjoy ♥

When she woke up this morning, Caitlin wasn’t feeling pretty well. She had trouble to fall asleep the night before, so she just thought it was because she was lacking some hours of sleep. Katie noticed as soon as she puts her eyes on her girlfriend that something wasn’t right. She asks several times Caitlin what was going on, but the Aussie sticks with her answers that she genuinely thought was right.

She hasn’t sleep as much as she needs, and her headache was coming from here.

Katie makes her drink more water than usual and cook her specials protein pancakes for her breakfast, in addition with bacon and avocado toasts. Even if the Matilda rolls her eyes, she eats every single bite of her plate, just to erase the concern on Katie’s face.

And, because Katie knew that they will be separated during training, the Irish woman puts a lot of cereal bars and Cailtin’s favorites Gatorade in Cait’s bag. Caitlin loves to see how much her girlfriend is concern about her health, honestly. In her opinion, it was maybe a little too much anyway.

But when she said it to Katie, the Irish captain got so mad that she changes her mind. And she got extra cuddles and kisses before leaving for training, so it was worth it after all.

They are separated today because the staff wanted for the forwards and midfielder to work together, while the goalkeepers and the defenders will have their training together. In everyday life it wouldn’t worry Katie, they made themselves the promise to keep things professional, no matter what was happening at home.

Today, anyway, Katie asked Kyra and Alessia to have a special look on Caitlin. The girl is still very pale and seems to walk in slow motion. Which can’t be very good. Alessia reassure her that everything will be alright and Katie nods without really listening to her, her eyes on Caitlin during all the time they were talking.

Katie had a hard time to be focused on what was happening on the pitch to be honest. It’s only when she received Leah’s ball right on the face that she realizes how much she was distracted.

“I’m sorry mate, you alright?” Leah asks, one hand between Katie’s shoulders.

“I’m ok”

Katie passes her hand on her nose to be sure that she’s not bleeding before standing up again. She has tears in her eyes because of the strength of the shot, but other than that she’s alright.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been sure you were looking before passing it to you” Leah says again but Katie dismissed her apologizes with a sign of her hand.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.”

“Maybe you should go check in the infirmary, just to be sure?”

It wasn’t Leah talking this time, but one of Jonas’ assistants. After several seconds of hesitation, Katie finally nods. She’s not the one to whine for nothing, never has been. But she can’t help but think that maybe she will have a chance to look at her girlfriend.

She takes the direction of the infirmary, walking quickly anyway. The other group is training on the pitch that you can watch from the infirmary. After having explain to the nurse what she’s doing here, Katie looks at the pitch. She spots Caitlin almost immediately, running way slower than their teammates.

It’s only several minutes after that Caitlin suddenly stops running and put her hand on her face. Almost two seconds later she’s falling on the ground, her fall only reduced by Lia who is able to catch Caitlin at the right time.

Without really thinking, Katie starts to run in Caitlin’s direction. She takes less than one minute to join the pitch, but during this time Lia kneeled in front of Caitlin, stroking her face or her hair. Katie can’t really see it perfectly, but she knows that the sight isn’t pleasant for her. She must take all she has not to push Lia away from her girlfriend when she’s finally here.

“What happened?” she asks, positioning herself next to Lia.

Lia still has her hand on Caitlin’s cheek, who has always her eyes closed.

“She fainted” Lia starts to explain. “I tried to catch her as best as I could, but she wasn’t next to me”

“Didn’t I asked you to have a look on her?” Katie growls to Kyra.

“I tried! But she pushed me away, saying I’m the most annoying person in the world”

Katie sighs, she knows perfectly that Caitlin probably did. Plus, Kyra isn’t really someone who can lie so easily. She just has to take a look at Alessia to know that it’s the truth.

But her attention is quickly diverted from her younger teammate, Lia is talking to her girlfriend who seems to move a little bit. Meanwhile, the medical team had made her roll on her back and was checking different things on her. Katie really tries hard no to push Lia too hard, but she nevertheless steps up between the two exes, chasing curls of hair on Caitlin’s face.

“Katie?” mumbles Caitlin without opening her eyes.

“I’m here Babe” Katie whispers back. “Everything is fine, ok? They will take you to the medical center.”

She’s glad that her girlfriend is able to recognize her only with a touch on her face. It makes her feel a sense of pride and revenge against Lia. Which is probably very stupide because Lia has a girlfriend too, but she can’t help it.

She doesn’t really like the way Caitlin is dragged like a rag doll, but she follows her very closely. She then watches while they make different tests on her girlfriend, silently thinking about the different feelings she had the minutes before.

She never has been a jealous person before Caitlin. She basically lives away of her girlfriend before, who was going out with friends and everything without her. It’s not a question of trust, she trusts Caitlin with her whole life. But she just can’t stand people touching or looking at her girlfriend in a special way.

The worse is that she knows that Lia probably wasn’t showing any interest in Caitlin, unless her health maybe. They managed to stay friends after the breakup, unlike Katie and Ruesha who hardly tolerate each other during Irish camp. Lia and Katie were friends before the McFoord couple, and they still are. Lia is mature, friendly and kind, some qualities that weren’t exactly the ones usable for Ruesha.

Katie is getting out of her mind when she realizes that Caitlin’s eyes are looking for her. She approaches slowly the bed where Caitlin is lying to take her hand.

“How are you feeling?” Katie softly asks.

“Not so good” Caitlin admits shyly.

Katie rolls her eyes but doesn’t scold her. For now. She will probably do it when her girlfriend will be recovered, but not now. She’s way too anxious about Caitlin’s health to do it.

“Ok so she basically is dehydrated and has some fever. We can keep her here or you can take her home, as long as you call us if everything’s wrong.”

“You want to go home Babe?” Katie asks Caitlin.

“Please.”

Katie nods and went quickly grab their things while the medical team is administering some meds to Caitlin. She stops to the training ground to keep the team updated, skillfully ignoring Lia’s eyes, a little ashamed about her feelings. And then she finally comes back to her girlfriend who is waiting for her, sitting on the same bed.

“Ready to go?”

Caitlin nods and gets up slowly, Katie passing immediately her arm around her waist to help her walk. Caitlin passes her arm around her shoulders, and they managed to reach Katie’s car pretty quickly. After having open the door for Caitlin and secured her, she throws their bags in the back seat and start to drive them home.

She’s relieved to see that Caitlin has her eyes open during the drive home, even if she’s not really talking. She seems pretty tired but is still up when they arrived home.

“Don’t move” Katie warns Caitlin who rolls her eyes.

But she obeys, waiting for Katie to open her door again. Deciding to grab their bags later, Katie takes her girlfriend in her arms in the bride style, surprising her in the process.

“Aren’t we supposed to pass in front of the mayor before that?” Caitlin mumbles.

“Is your fever that high?” Katie smirks.

Caitlin smiles back and hides her face in her girlfriend’s neck. They talked about it before, Caitlin knows that Katie doesn’t want to get married. She got engaged with Ruesha during their relationship and things start to be weird at this point. There is no way in the world that she loses Caitlin in that way. She probably won’t heal if their relationship comes to an end.

The Australian understood Katie’s point of view, but she can’t help but thought about being married to Katie. She loves the idea of both of them in white dresses, happy in front of their family. Lull by those ideas and the comforting smell of her girlfriend, Caitlin might have pass out a little bit, because next things she knows, Katie is putting her on their couch.

“I know you probably don’t want that for now, but a shower would probably be a good idea.”

Caitlin groans before sighing. She knows that Katie is right, but she doesn’t have the energy for it.

“I’ll help you, ok?”

Caitlin nods only, looking at her girlfriend gathering some things before she hears her phone ringing on her pocket.

“It’s my mom” she mumbles.

“Answer her while I prepare the bathroom”

Looks like her mom hear thanks to social media about Caitlin’s fainting during the training and was death worried. Caitlin managed to reassure her while Katie was away, explaining to her what happened. And she adds that Katie was taking care of her, so it will be ok.

Caitlin’s mom knows that her daughter will be. She met Katie before; she knows how much the Irish woman is protective toward Caitlin. When the call is finished, Caitlin stands up to join Katie in the bathroom, who welcomes her with a frown.

“What are you doing up?”

“I wanted a hug” Caitlin shrugs.

It wasn’t exactly the truth, but she knows how to soften Katie. The frown on her girlfriend’s face effectively disappears for a soft expression. She wraps comforting arms around Caitlin’s frame and kisses softly and several times her cheek. Just where Lia happened to touch her.

After a last kiss on Caitlin’s cheek, Katie takes the hem of her shirt to help her getting undressed.

“Up” she says softly, designating her arms with a nod.

Caitlin obliges and let her girlfriend do almost what she wants with her, sighing in relief when her skin is hit by the hot water. She realizes only now how much she was freezing. She would have stayed in there for hours, but after several minutes Katie start to wash gently her body with soap, before starting to wash her hair.

“Close your eyes, Pretty” Katie whispers softly.

Caitlin can only smile in front of the girl’s softness. She never heard her talk so softly, usually Katie was the kind of girl yapping around. She knew that Katie can be sweet and caring, of course. She is daily with her. And when Katie delicately passes a towel around her body and stroke her softly, she’s overwhelmed by the amount of love she feels for her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed now.”

Caitlin doesn’t really have her word to say, but she follows Katie in their room anyway. The Irish girl managed to put an underwear and a shirt on her and Caitlin founds the comfort of their bed with relief.

“Where are you going?” she asks when she realizes that Katie was leaving the room and not coming next to her after having kissed her head.

“You need to rest” Katie frowns.

The Matilda doesn’t say anything but pout, making Katie smiles softly.

“Just let me grab my phone, something to drink and eat and I’ll be there, ok?”

Caitlin doesn’t answer anything, she just hums and closes her eyes. Katie’s promise to come to her as soon as possible is enough for now. She’s in fact asleep pretty quickly and softly snoring when her girlfriend comes in bed next to her.

When she wakes up two hours later, feeling better, Katie is still here, watching something on her phone. Caitlin rolls on her side to snuggle against her girlfriend, melting when she feels Katie’s hand softly stroking her hair.

“I love you” Caitlin mumbles against Katie’s skin.

“I love you even more.”

Katie puts her phone away before turning her head to face Caitlin. Even if she’s still a little tired, Caitlin really feels better. And for the first time since she fainted, she looks entirely at her girlfriend. Katie must have left her several minutes because she definitively took a shower and changed her clothes. But there is something in her eyes that make her frown slightly.

“What?” Katie asks, worried that Caitlin doesn’t feel good again.

“Are you ok?”

Katie’s surprised by the question, after all she isn’t the one who faint several hours before. But when she realizes that Caitlin is looking at her with inquisition, she understands very quickly what she means. Sometimes, she hates how easily the older girl can read into her.

“I’m fine, don’t worry”

Katie flinches at her answer, she knows that if she was fine, she wouldn’t add to Caitlin that she shouldn’t be worried. It’s even harder not to say anything when Caitlin caresses her cheek the way she does.

“Talk to me?”

“It’s nothing” Katie sighs softly. “It’s stupid.”

“Come on Pudding, talk to me”

She uses her best puppy eyes, the ones she knows Katie is unable to resist. She doesn’t use it to often, scared that they stop working. They do for now though.

“It’s just… I wasn’t here when you fainted and it’s Lia who took care of you. It was a strange to see, I know she’s caring obviously but she still your ex and it feel so strange to see you like that. Which is stupid because I was here when you were together, and I know that there is nothing anymore between both of you. But I don’t know. It was very strange.”

Caitlin doesn’t say anything during Katie’s ramble, letting her girl getting out what she needs. She doesn’t move either, looking attentively at her.

“I don’t remember a lot” Caitlin admits softly. “I just know that Kyra kept annoying me –“

“She was looking at you because I asked her to” Katie rolls her eyes.

Caitlin hums in answer before continuing. She had the feeling that it was the case.

“Alessia said something to me that I hadn’t understood and then everything went black. Next thing I remember is hearing Lia’s voice but I wanted you to be here. And then you stroke my hair and I knew you were.”

“I went to the infirmary and I saw you fainted” Katie explains.

“What were you doing there?”

Oh. Katie almost forgot. She even didn’t put ice on her nose like the nurse asked her to do. She decided not to tell Caitlin this part.

“I received Leah’s ball right on the face” Katie shrugs. “But I’m good.”

Caitlin hums once again and let her heavy eyes closed this time. She was looking to fall asleep again, but it wasn’t what Katie wanted.

“You need to drink something and try to eat too, Babe. Don’t sleep now.”

“But I’m tired” Caitlin groans.

“Do you want me to make you toast with vegemite?”

After some seconds of hesitation, Caitlin opens one of her eyes.

“Grilled toast?”

“If you want to” Katie laughs.

She kisses Caitlin’s cheek softly before getting up from their bed. They have always at least one pot of vegemite in the house, Caitlin eats toast almost every day with it. She doesn’t have today obviously, because Katie was the one who made her breakfast.

When Katie comes back with toasts and a big cup of tea, Caitlin was dozing off but she opens her eyes as soon as she hears Katie coming in.

She received another call from her mother and her sister while she Katie is feeding her with mountains of toasts. She will be ok, taking care by her girlfriend and a lot of vegemite.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 61- Tense

Chapter Summary: Still shooked by the dream Jennie begins to feel awkward around Jungkook and her unusual behavior does not go unnoticed

Words: 6,000+

Author's Note: D.E.N.I.A.L lol. Also, If you played Cards Against Humanity (highly recommend), then you know things get suggestive so if you are not about that life, just skip it. Also there is foreshadowing at the end! :)

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Jennie didn’t get much sleep that night, still shaken from those events that appeared in her dream. This was not good and she kept mentally kicking herself for letting her mind imagine something so inappropriate about her best friend.

Near morning, she was the first to go into the kitchen and sought to distract herself with a bowl of cereal and games on her phone.

“Morning, sweetie!” Jin’s voice was heard as she looked up with a timid smile.

“Morning.”

“You want me to make you anything?”

“Nah, I’m almost done with my cereal. But I’ll help you cook breakfast.” she got out of her seat.

Helping him fix a big meal for the members, they set up plates around the table. Before she knew it, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Hobi made their way into the kitchen to eat. Gathering her dish after eating another bowl of cereal, Jennie advanced her way to place the bowl in the sink.

“Hey, morning!” Jungkook’s cheerful voice filled the room. 

Flinching, she inadvertently dropped her bowl on the floor, causing the glass to shatter.

“Crap...” she quickly kneeled to try to carefully pick up the pieces.

“Aw, hyung! Another thing broke?” Jimin walked in, complaining.

“It wasn’t even me! It was Jennie!” Namjoon exclaimed, pointing at her.

“You all right?” Hobi asked, earning a soft “yeah” from Miss Bangtan.

“Hey, I got it.” Jungkook quickly went to help her. 

Her hand brushed against his, causing her to flinch again. She immediately stood up and cleared her throat. 

Jungkook shot her a worried look. “Hey, you all right?”

“Y-yeah, yeah. Just accidentally cut my finger,” she responded quickly. “I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” she hastily left while he cleaned up the mess with Hobi.

Walking into the hallway bathroom, she shut the door and placed her hands on the sink, exhaling slowly. She wished she didn’t feel so clumsy around him because of a dream.

‘Should I just tell him?’ she thought to herself. Shaking her head, she added, ‘No way. Keep this to the grave. It’ll take some time but I’ll get over this.’ 

At least, she hoped she did.

After washing her hands, she sat on the toilet seat. She can’t hide in here forever. She’ll have to leave sometime. She just needed some time to regroup and put on a fake smile.

“Ennie, are you all right?” Taehyung knocked on the door.

“Yeah, you can come in,” she answered.

“Let’s take care of this.” he grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and kneeled in front of her, taking her right hand.

“I could’ve done this.”

“I was worried.”

“It’s just a little cut, Tae.”

“Still.” he placed some antibiotic ointment on the cut and placed a small band-aid on her right middle finger. “There, all better.”

She chuckled as she watched him cutely kiss her bandaged finger a few times. “Thanks, Tae.”

“Now let’s head back to the kitchen.”

“R-right. The kitchen.”

Where Jungkook was...

Strolling back into the kitchen, she locked eyes with Jungkook, who waved. “Jennie, I saved your seat. Sit next to me!” he gave her one of his cute bunny smiles.

“Thanks,” she murmured and sat next to him with the rest of the members around the table. 

Boy, she wished she could hide right now as her cheeks warmed up.

While the members were immersed in conversation, Jennie tried to distract herself by going on her phone. But it was short lived when Namjoon grabbed it and placed it on the table. She shot him a ‘What the hell’ facial expression.

“If Jin had to take my phone away, your phone would be taken too. No phones at the table. We’re both suffering,” he responded.

Jungkook had been watching her the entire time. She seemed...off today ever since she dropped her bowl. 

“Hey, are you all right? You seem jumpy today,” he murmured to her.

“O-oh, I’m fine. It’s just that time of the month.” she laughed nervously.

“I thought it doesn’t start until the following week. We’ve been keeping track, remember?” Jin called out.

‘For fuck sake! Really Jin?!’ she complained in her head, struggling not to glare at him. “It’s irregular today. Must’ve been something I ate. It’s okay.”

“Maybe it was the beef? Does that happen? Females eat something and their cycle acts up?”

“Jesus...let’s stop talking about periods, it’s too early for this.” she rubbed her temples.

For the next few days, Jennie proceeded to be on edge as the members started noticing her change in demeanor. Her voice would go up an octave and she often laughed nervously at the most basic things. There was one time when Hobi had brought a box of pocky and asked if she wanted some. She yelled a loud “No!” unexpectedly, causing him to yelp. She had apologized profusely for it. She couldn’t even look at Pocky because it made her think of Jungkook.

Following dance practice, Jungkook had decided to address her. He regarded that she wasn’t as chatty with him and spent even less time with the other members, remaining quiet. He began to feel jealous of the lack of attention, poking the inside of his cheek when he watched her avoid conversation all day.

“Hey, did I...do something wrong?” he asked, watching her place her bag over her shoulder.

Jennie took a small step back, feeling intimidated by their closeness. “Huh? What you mean?”

“Something is bothering you and it’s starting to bother me. I don’t like seeing you so troubled.” he crossed his arms. 

Concern was clear in his voice and facial features as she nervously looked at him in the eyes.

“What makes you think I’m troubled?”

“I dunno you just seem kind of...distant...I hope I didn’t do anything wrong. If I did, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes softened. He truly was a sweetheart. She was being so unfair to him and she didn’t want him to be upset like this. 

“Y-you didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t worry about it. I’m just a little tired. I’ll be fine. I uh, watched this horror movie, that’s why I’m a bit on edge.”

“What movie?”

‘Crap...’ she thought. “T-The shining. It’s an American movie. Y-you know, hereeeeee’s Johnny!” she started laughing anxiously as he raised a brow.

'Something is definitely off.' he thought but decided to let her slide.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re so goofy today. Maybe you should stick with action movies. I also think you ate too many smarties.”

“Yeah, smarties. That’s it.”

The next day, Jennie had tried to get her mind off things by going to a private gym, early in the morning. Wearing her Nike jacket zipped halfway, over her sports bra, she also had the sneakers and leggings on. She sat on the bench, wrapping her hands in a pair of MMA gel hand wraps.

After stretching and running on the treadmill for a warm up, she switched to the weights. Once she was done, she turned to the punching bag to take out all her frustration by punching and kicking aggressively.

“Get! Your! Act! To! Get! Her! Stop! Think! ‘ing! A! ‘bout! Him!” she muttered after every punch and kick.

“How come you decided to go to the gym without us?” Jimin whined, walking in with Jin.

Stopping her punch, she turned to them, trying to keep her nervousness in check. "I-I sorry. I wanted a head start,"

She noticed that almost two hours had passed and her entire body was perspiring and aching. Grabbing a towel, she sat on a bench and wiped her face. Jimin and Jin had begun using the weights while she watched them, occasionally speaking while in their conversation. After her little break, she went to do squats with dumbbells in her hands. 

She shouldn't still be working out for this long but anything to distract her from her mind wandering back to her best friend in her bed.

Jungkook was also located in the gym, finishing up his set of chin-ups on a bar. Looking up, he noticed Jennie, catching a glimpse of her bending down for another squat. His gaze lingered on her rear, watching closely. He didn’t know how long he was staring for but he couldn’t look away.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Jimin patted him on the back, causing the Maknae to jump. “Whatcha staring at?”

“N-nothing.” he stuttered, feeling his face get flushed.

“Staring at her again, eh?” he teased.

“N-not at all.”

Jennie turned around and widened her eyes in alarm when she saw Jungkook speaking with Jimin.

‘Time to go!’ she yelled in her head, gathering up her things hastily.

“H-hey, where are you going?” Jin called out, getting off one of the machines.

“Something came up! Gotta go! See you in the dorm!” she raced out of the gym.

“W-we just got here! I thought we were going to do Zumba!” he yelled, catching the attention of Jimin and Jungkook.

“What happened?” Jimin asked.

“She just left out of the blue...now, who is going to teach us Zumba?”

“I can!” Jungkook raised his hand.

“Jennie does it better than you, though.” Jimin dismissed him, causing the Maknae to playfully hit him

After working out, Jungkook had gone back to the dorm, to lay on his bed. He couldn’t get that image of Jennie out of his head as his mind began to wander.

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It was a summer afternoon in the dorm with Jennie chilling on the couch, in the living room, on her phone. He noticed that she was in her gym clothes and he was too, so he assumed they’d be working out together. Her hair was down, which he always liked. Whenever she put her hair in a bun, he always had the abrupt urge to take it out.

“Hey! There you are. Before we go, I’ve been itching to play this game. It’s called Cards Against Humanity, ever heard of it?” she beamed.

“Yeah, never played it though.” he sat next to her.

“It’s simple, I’ll show you. Seijin isn’t coming to drop us off at the gym for another hour, so you want to play to pass the time?”

“Yeah, why not.”

He watched her get up and get the box of cards from her room. Sitting back on the couch, she shuffled the cards.

“All right, this game can get sexual and inappropriate. It’s not your average kiddy game,” she informed him. “And it can be offensive. It’s been a while since I played this and I’m really bored, so do you mind? Only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Jungkook nodded. “It’s fine.”

“This game is supposed to have at least three players, but let’s just have fun and see what crazy combinations we can come up with. And be 100% real with me. It’s just us. No judging. Let’s have fun, and get our teenage minds flowing. What happens here, stays here. And be as random as possible in this game so I can have a good laugh.”

“All right, you’re on.”

“The black cards are the question cards, which is basically a statement. The white cards are what we can use to answer the statement as you can see there’s a word to fill in for it. Usually, the person with the best white card answer will win the black card.”

She placed a black card on the couch and it read ‘There’s an app for that’

Jennie placed down, ‘Feeding Rosie O’Donnell’ while Jungkook put down, ‘bitches’

“Really...?” she deadpanned.

“What?” he smiled sheepishly.

“That’s a dry answer, Kook. Don’t give me these wack answers.” she playfully scolded.

As they continued to play, their combinations got funnier as Jungkook loosened up and enjoyed himself in the game. Their answers were so random that they had to google what some words meant because they hadn’t heard of them before.

‘And the Academy award goes for...goes to...’ said the black card with two white cards that needed to be placed for the statement.

Jennie placed down ’72 virgins’ and ‘Batman’ for her answer, while Jungkook suddenly placed down, ‘Firing a rifle into the air while balls deep in a squealing hog’ and ‘sperm whales’

“What the actual hell?” she cackled. “Jungkook, what is going on with your mind today?”

“N-nothing!”

“I dunno about that.” she teased.

‘Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s...’

Having terrible cards, Jennie decided to get rid of her ‘Hot Pockets’ card for her answer, while Jungkook chose ‘Sexual Tension’

“So, how does a girl be born with sexual tension?” she asked.

“I guess when she automatically gives the guy sexual tension?” he shrugged.

“Fair enough.”

‘I drink to forget...’

Jen put down ‘Horsemeat’ while Jungkook put down ‘Pulling out’, causing her to stare at him, surprised.

“Wow, Jungkook.” she shook her head as he let out a shy laugh.

‘Why am I sticky?’

Jennie chose ‘Judge Judy’ and Jungkook placed down ‘Fingering’ for the next card.

“Wow. You have a very dirty mind, Kook.” she asserted, checking out her white cards.

Jungkook had felt his face warm up at her statement. 

Well, she wasn’t wrong. 

As they continued to play, Jennie laughed again when Jungkook had put down, ‘Doing the right stuff to her nipples’

“You’ve been hanging around Namjoon too much.”

“It-its just a game! I’m trying here!” he stuttered.

“That’s what they all say. I guess that mouth of yours doesn’t just sing and rap, huh?”

‘If it’s for you, I’ll do whatever you want.’ he thought to himself.

“You wanna kiss?” she asked out of the blue.

“Yes,” he answered immediately.

Taking out a small bag of Hershey Kisses, she handed him a few in a small ziplock bag. “Jeez, you’re really eager for chocolate, aren’t you? Well, I don’t blame you. We all need a little chocolate in our lives. It’s good for the soul.”

‘Oh, this was what she meant.’ he examined the candy. “Let’s eat the chocolate later. We’re going to be going to the gym soon. Don’t want to upset our stomachs.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

While the game continued, Jungkook had randomly placed down the ‘Reverse Cowgirl’

“Huh. You appear to be familiar with that position, Kook,” she spoke in a serious tone, meeting his gaze. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“U-uh...” he averted his eyes, hearing her giggle.

“I’m just messing! I don’t judge.”

“Y-you need to stop teasing me with the answers I choose.”

“Or what?” she taunted, raising a brow. “What are you going to do Jungkook?”

Part of him was tempted to just say screw it, toss all the cards aside and kiss her but he refrained himself.

Getting back into the game, he put down, 'Bouncing up and down.'

Jennie, out of nowhere asked, “On what exactly?"

Jungshook appeared as he shifted in his seat, unable to look at her in the eyes.

"What? Is it a bed? A trampoline?” 

“Ah, is Seijin here?” he grabbed his phone to change the subject. 

Jungkook sensed something thick in the air and felt flushed all over. As if on cue, Seijin did arrive and the 97 Liners were dropped off at a private gym where they wouldn’t be disturbed. After stretching and warming up, they stood on a series of mats to practice wrestling. Although ISAC was over and she dominated in wrestling, she still wanted him to teach her a few more moves, just in case they have it again.

With the both of them sweaty and trying to pin each other down, they got up close and personal. After their sparring, Jungkook went to go bench press, laying on his back while Jennie told him she would be on one of the machines.

Placing the bar back, he took a break, resting on his back. Promptly, Jungkook felt pressure on his lap. Widening his eyes, he realized it was Jennie straddling him.

“W-wh-at are you do-ing?!” he stuttered.

“I’m aware of what’s going on here,” she responded, placing her hands on his chest, and getting comfortable. “I’ve seen you staring.”

He was so tongue-tied that he couldn’t speak anymore as he stared at the enticing view. Whatever she was starting, he hoped that she’d finish because his self-control was slim to none the longer she sat on his lap.

“I-I’m sorry, I shou-”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“A-aren’t you angry?”

“Who said I was mad?” her hands slowly moved up his shirt to take it off. “The only thing I’m wondering about is why you haven’t taken the initiative yet.”

He watched her unzip her jacket and place it on the floor.

“So, I guess I have to be the one to make the first move,” she added. 

Feeling her move against his lap, his breathing quickened.

“I’ll admit, this is a nice view,” she remarked, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. “But it’ll be nicer if you’d relax and tell me what you want me to do.”

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And he did and Jungkook woke up, on his bed, drenched in sweat. He regarded a tightness in his pants, quickly making his way to the shower, to take care of himself and clean himself up.

The next day, Jennie managed to avoid the weird dreams of Jungkook, distracting herself with other things to keep herself occupied. 

Unfortunately for her, Jungkook began to notice her distance and spoke to Namjoon about it.

“Jennie is acting strange. I dunno what is going on. She’s not herself and I feel like I did something wrong. Could you...maybe talk to her, Hyung?”

Namjoon had fulfilled his request when he found Jennie in her studio.

“Hey...what’s up?” she asked, taking off her headphones.

Namjoon even noticed she wasn't acting like herself, especially with the way she greeted him.

“Jennifer, I want to talk with you,” he spoke in a serious tone, closing her door and grabbing a seat next to her. 

From the tone of his voice, she knew that she was in trouble with something. 

“What did I do, now?”

“Jungkook approached me today.”

‘Oh God...’ she cringed at his name as all the thoughts came back. ‘I thought I was doing so well.’

“He says you seem on edge about something,” Namjoon added. “We all see it. You've been acting strange. I want to know what is going on. Are you all right?”

She hesitated. “Why is everyone so worried about me? I’m fine, all right?”

Namjoon frowned. “You know you can always tell us what’s wrong. No matter what it is. We’ll work through it together.”

“I know and I will if there’s a big problem. I promise,” she responded truthfully.

Jennie decided to keep it to herself because she wanted to speak with Amber, Hyuna, and Hayoon about it first when she went to meet them. Get a girl’s perspective before taking that risk to tell Namjoon if she feels like she really should.

“Llama~!” Jennie jumped right on Amber’s back, holding onto her like a koala while Amber laughed loudly. 

She met up with her outside of her place. After getting off her back, Amber picked her up and spun her around.

“Smartie~!” she copied the way she greeted her and set her down. “We are gonna have so much fun today. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too. So, where to first?”

“I want ice cream. Oh, I’m also filming for my YouTube channel, so I want you to be in it.” 

“Okay, fine by me!”

Once Amber started rolling the camera, they walked around. “Ahhhh it’s such a nice day~! Everyone! Guess what!? My best pal, Jennie is here~!” Amber grabbed her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Ayeeee! What up!?” Jennie waved.

She always loved speaking with Amber because they could speak English freely and she felt like she could express herself better when speaking in her native language.

“We all know Jennie from BTS, isn’t she amazing?”

“Isn’t Amber amazing?”

“Awwwww.”

“We’re going to get ice cream.”

“Yeah, because we’re very sweet people.” Amber removed her arm from her.

“My body is sore.”

“What did you do prior?”

“I went to the gym.”

“I need to go to the gym more. I’m out of shape.”

“We’re both out of shape. Let’s plan to go sometime together.”

“Sounds like a plan. Ah, have I told you guys that I really love my friends?” Amber asked on camera. “They are my family.”

“I’m your family?” Jennie asked in an emotional voice

“Yes, you are my family, I love you.”

“I love you too~!”

Arriving at a local ice cream shop, they ordered a big banana split with some fruit on top to share. Jennie carried it over to the booth they sat in.

“Oh yeah....get-in-my-belly~!” Jennie stared at the ice cream with love while Amber giggled, filming her. Eating a big spoonful, Miss Bangtan moaned in delight, savoring the taste. Raising her arms, she looked up at the ceiling. “Hallelujah!”

Amber mocked her moan and yelled, “Hallelujah!” which caused the duo to giggle wholeheartedly.

“We’re weird, we know,” Amber said to the camera, setting it down.

“So how’s the upcoming album?” Jen asked with a smile as they shared the ice cream.

“4 Walls is getting together. I love it. It’s going to be great. We have this song called Papi, I want to send you the instrumental so you can practice it to help your DJ skills.”

“Oh snap, that kind of song, huh? Okay, I’ll do that, thanks.”

“How’s Bangtan’s album going?”

“Slowly but surely we’re getting things down. We’ve been recording and stuff. I think this is going to be my favorite comeback by far. Our title song is called Run. I’m not sure what our music video is going to be about yet, it’s too early to tell but the song is really good.”

“Awesome, can’t wait to hear it. Any goals for this comeback?”

“I hope we get to have some wins for the song. And maybe some awards for it. That would be great. Either way, I’m proud of our work so far for it.”

“I’m rooting for you.”

“I should’ve had some rocky road with this. There are no nuts in this ice cream.” Jen pondered about ordering the ice cream flavor.

“Oh, I have some nuts.”

“Where?”

“Deez nuts.” Amber started giggling while Jennie deadpanned, shaking her head.

Grabbing the plate of ice cream, Jennie started eating it by herself while Amber tried to pull it back to the middle of the table. 

“I am so over you,” Jennie called out

“I thought you loved me!”

“Not at the moment!”

“Guys, she doesn’t love me anymore.”

“We’re getting a divorce.”

Amber pouted to the camera. “We will find a way to work this out.”

After finishing the ice cream, there was one piece of strawberry left on the plate and they aimed to grab it with their spoons. They grabbed onto each other’s arms while trying everything they could to take it.

“Hey! Hey! Mine! Mine!” Amber exclaimed.

“Come on, let me have this one, it’s a strawberry.”

“No way, I saw it first.”

They ended up giggling, moving around as they tried to grab the fruit. In the end, Amber leaned down and grabbed it with her mouth

“Weak!” Jen complained while laughing, setting her spoon down.

“Better luck next time!”

After they left, they rented bikes to ride around the bike trail. Amber was standing next to her, continuing to film as they prepared.

“Hamster and Llama ready for biking!” Amber dramatically announced.

“Yeah! That’s how we do!”

“Wow, look at the beautiful view.”

“Me?” Jennie placed a hand over her heart, touched by her words.

“No, the sky.” Amber deadpanned. 

Miss Bangtan dropped her jaw and Amber couldn’t help but snicker at her reaction.

After their banter, Amber set her camera down. “Let’s go, rawrrr~!” she made a funny sound effect as they began to ride around.

“Woo hoo~! When Captain America throws his mighty shield, all those who chose to oppose his shield must yield~!” Jen yelled out, over Amber’s laughter.

Once they went back to her place, Hyuna and Hayoon arrived to spend some time together. The four girls shared stories of what had been going on with their idol lives and Jennie shared the funny stories of Bangtan’s current prank war.

“I plan to numb their toothpaste this time,” Jennie announced.

“That’s evil! I love it! If you can, film their reactions!” Amber laughed.

“I will! I will!” Jennie turned to Hyuna. “Girl! Your comeback! What the hell?”

Hyuna giggled and covered her face. “I’m happy you love it. Roll Deep is so fun. We still need to figure out a date so I can teach you ways to improve your charisma on stage.”

“I’ll keep you posted.”

“Are you ready to go back to school?” Hayoon asked Jennie.

“Honestly, I am a little bit. I kind of like school. The main thing I’m looking forward to is my guitar class.”

“Me too. I found out that Jungkook is in my math class, this semester. Hopefully, the class won’t be too hard.”

Hearing Jungkook’s name caused Jen’s stomach to drop again. As the girls talked, Jennie became tense again.

“Hey, are you all right? You seem distracted.” Amber nudged her.

“Uh...a little. A lot on my mind.” Jen murmured

“Share! What’s going on?” Hyuna asked.

“I hope it’s nothing bad,” Hayoon responded.

“Have you guys ever had...weird dreams about someone close to you?” Jen asked.

“I’m pretty sure we all have weird dreams,” Amber reassured her. “But what’s the deal? Who’d you dream about?”

“I had a dream about Jungkook...”

“About...?” Hyuna gestured for her to continue speaking.

“We were...making out...on my bed and it was very physical,”

“O-oh...oh! Oh dear.” Hayoon widened her eyes, while Hyuna and Amber were just as surprised.

“We did some...sinful shit man...” Jen went on. “I feel so dirty. I don’t even wanna know what would’ve happened if I didn’t wake up when I did.”

“This escalated quickly,” Hyuna murmured.

“Yeah, this was not what I thought about when you said weird dream,” Hayoon added.

“Wow...that is awesome!” Amber called out, applauding.

“Awesome!?” Jennie stared at her with fear. “That’s not awesome! I am freaking the frick out!” she grabbed a hold of Amber and shook her rapidly while she giggled in response.

“Are there more details to this? I want to know exactly how this came about.” Hayoon spoke.

“Yoon, what the hell!? You’re encouraging this!?” Jennie yelled.

“I mean...maybe it’s a sign. Right, Amber?”

“Yep.” Amber smiled.

“Ah...I-I don't think so. I don’t know what to do.” Jen exclaimed, shaking her head. “I should not be having those dreams. It just came out of nowhere and I don’t know why. I’ve tried my best to avoid him-“

“D-don’t avoid him!” Hayoon scolded. “That is unfair to him.”

“What else am I gonna do?! I can’t face this guy! Every time I see this guy’s face or hear his name, I think back to when he was smooching up on me. That is not an image I should have of my best friend, man! Ugh! What is wrong with me? Dirty! This is so dirty!” she covered her face

Hyuna and Amber started laughing at her comment.

“What is so funny!?” Jen called out.

“The way you said smooching up on me.” Hyuna giggled.

“Ugh! He would never do that, that is so not like him.” Jen mentioned.

"You sure about that? You sure about that?" Hayoon asked.

“I mean, you never know what Jungkook is capable of,” Amber claimed. “People shouldn’t underestimate him. He is called the Golden Maknae for a reason.”

“I agree,” Hyuna replied. “I’m sure when he’s good, ready, and comfortable with someone, he’ll be golden in that department of activity, too.”

“There was always this saying that I hear...” Hayoon remarked. “What was it? Oh, yeah, it’s always the quiet ones-“

“PLEASE for the love of smarties! Stop! You’re giving me weird thoughts!” Jennie covered her ears.

“I think you should speak to him about it,” Hyuna suggested.

Miss Bangtan shook her head vigorously. “No. Absolutely not. Hell no.”

“Jennie...do you think you like him?” Hayoon wondered.

Miss Bangtan hesitated. 

No...? 

Right?

Jennie averted her eyes for a moment, thinking about the question. "N-no...why would I?"

Hayoon and Amber glanced at each other with knowing looks before giving Hyuna the same look.

“Say, Jennie do you think the dream meant something?” Hyuna inquired.

Jennie hesitated again. “I-It meant nothing. It was probably just some silly dream. I just wish I could stop thinking about it.”

“I’m gonna say it. I think you are in denial.” Amber announced.

“Wh-what!? No! N-no way! I’m not! I am not in denial! Nothing is going on between us! Okay!?” Jen’s sudden yell caused the three girls to glance at each other, surprised.

“Whoa. Relax.” Amber put her hands up in defense.

“I am relaxed!” she argued.

“Your voice doesn’t sound relaxed.” she giggled, trying to calm her down. “We get it. Nothing is going on yet-“

“Oh my gosh, c-can we just drop it? We’re friends. Always will be. Maybe I just went to bed before my food was digested and a weird dream came up. I don’t like him, okay? We’re friends. Best pals. I gotta pee.” she stood up and went to the bathroom.

“D.E.N.I.A.L.” Amber murmured, taking a sip of her water.

“Yeah...looks like she’s in the denial stage. Sooner or later she’ll realize and accept these feelings.” Hyuna guaranteed. “What do you think we should do?”

“We should plan accordingly.”

“Jennie and Jungkook...it’s going to happen. We just need to remain patient.” Hayoon said. “I know it’ll be worth it in the end but let’s also make sure we don’t force it and let nature take its course. It’s happening but at a very slow pace. It will progress. They will be together soon. So, let’s tread lightly on the matter. She's in denial now...but sooner or later something big is going to happen that will make her see that these feelings are real.”

“Duly noted.”

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After the week went by, Jennie proceeded to feel more like herself as she decided to dedicate herself to her work, getting her mind off things. After working on some covers, she jammed in the studio, practicing the guitar notes for Charice’s Before It Explodes, humming the song.

A series of hard knocks on her door made her place her guitar down. 

“Who?” she called out.

“It’s your golden best friend,” Jungkook murmured against the door.

Her stomach dropped at the sound of his voice. Of course, it was him.

She couldn’t avoid him forever. It wasn’t right. But she just couldn’t face him. She felt so ashamed and awkward.

But she knew she had to confront him sometime. Might as well do it now.

Clearing her throat, striving to act as normal as possible, she responded, preparing for the worst, “You can come in.”

Jungkook had stormed into her studio, upset. He noticed that she didn’t even say her trademark, ‘Enter my realm’ comment, which made him angry because something was definitely up.

“What is it-” she was cut off when a sharp breath escaped her lips once Jungkook vigorously grabbed the back of her chair and turned her around to face him. 

He slammed his hands on the armrests, making her flinch and widen her eyes.

“J-Jesus, Kook, what is your problem?” she stuttered, feeling her heart rate quicken.

“My problem?” he scoffed, shaking his head. He grabbed another chair and sat in front of her with a frown. “My problem is you and I’m not leaving this room until you tell me exactly what is going on,”

Averting her eyes, she murmured, “Nothing is going on-“

“Don’t lie to me.” he firmly cut her off. There was a brief pause as she couldn’t bring herself to speak. “Look at me.”

‘Don’t say that please.’ she thought to herself, thinking back to the dream. After a while, she reluctantly met his gaze. “L-look, nothing is going on-”

“You’re avoiding me.” he cut her off again.

“I���m not avoiding you.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he said softly with a hint of sadness.

“Let’s just drop it. I have some work to do.” she spun around in her chair to face her desk but he turned her back around.

“What did I do so wrong? Tell me. Did I miss something? Was there a special anniversary for us regarding our friendship? Your birthday didn’t pass yet so that’s out of the question. Is something going on back at home? Are your sisters all right? Is your family okay? Did someone try to hurt you? Did another guy try to say something inappropriate? Did I say some-“

“Stop, stop, you didn’t...you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what happened? Just tell me!”

She exhaled loudly. She might as well just say it. 

“Look...I uh...ugh, this is going to be so random but have you...ever had weird dreams about a friend?”

“What do you mean?” he raised a brow.

“I have this friend...she uh....dreamed about making out with someone close to her.”

Jungkook nodded, figuring it out. “So, you dreamed of making out with a friend.”

She widened her eyes and shook her head frequently. “I-I didn’t say it was me!”

“It was you,” he responded calmly.

“No, it was not!”

“I know you. I can tell when you lie to me. I see it in your eyes.”

Jennie felt her embarrassment intensify as she couldn’t say that he was wrong. 

“You need to stop paying so much attention to me,” she complained.

A smile came across Jungkook’s lips briefly. “Can’t help it. So, this is what this is all about? A dream about a friend? Is that it?”

“Well...do you...think it’s weird to have that type of dream? I mean, have you...dreamed of someone like that? The dream was pretty intense. Out of character,”

Jungkook, averting his eyes, shyly looked down as his anger went away. 

‘If only you knew...but you would probably think I’m creepy for thinking of you that way.’ he thought to himself.

His mind drifted back to that dream he had. When he first had a crush on her, once in a blue moon he would dream about what it would be like to date her. Going on arcade dates, picnics, the whole thing. As he got older, falling in love with her, the dreams turned to kissing and more kissing. And then things went way further.

He thought about her in many ways, including the intimacy. A lot of fantasies came to mind. Back at Yamen TV, when Jimin called him the golden perv, he knew exactly who Jungkook was thinking about when he watched those videos that Namjoon would download. Like Jimin had said, he couldn’t help himself. The way his body reacted when he thought of her that way. Jungkook freaked out big time when Jimin caught him months ago. He felt guilty about it but Jimin had reassured him that things were fine and that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Jungkook wasn’t ready for that type of activity and neither was Jennie he was sure about. However, he always hoped to be her first, doing everything he could to make her feel cherished once he grew more confident in himself.

“Well?”

His thoughts were interrupted by her voice.

Getting his thoughts together, he chuckled awkwardly. He should be honest with her. 

“It’s...not as weird as you think.”

“Have you...”

“Y-yes, I have.” he could feel his face warm up as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Really?” she asked, surprised. “Wow, I’m not the only one?”

She watched him nod in response. It made her feel much better but she still felt a little weird for dreaming of him in that way.

“Do you think your dream meant something to you?” he asked her.

“You know...my mind is saying that it didn’t. But something else is screaming that it did. I think what frightens me most is I get this lowkey feeling that it did mean something, no matter how much I don’t think it should.”

“Who did you dream about?” he asked curiously. 

His question made her hesitate. She just couldn’t tell him. 

“I...don’t want to answer that, Kook. I’m just...confused, right now. My mind is all over the place.”

Jungkook decided not to pry her about it. He wouldn’t be able to tell her that he dreamed of her anyway. Jealousy crept up on him again as he thought about Kevin and Bam Bam being the person she might’ve dreamt about. He hoped she wasn’t catching feelings for either of them. While he was in his thoughts, he noticed that she was rambling.

“...and that dream was too fast-paced.” she met his gaze. “Ah, I dunno why I’m thinking about it but with making out with someone or whatever, I’d want to take things slow. I’m not used to this kind of stuff. I’m not even ready for any of that type of intimacy. But when I am ready, I just hope it’s special.”

“I’m sure you and your guy will learn a lot about each other together once you begin dating,” he responded. “He’ll be patient with you and I know that you will be with him, too. Don’t worry about it too much. You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, Kook. I’ll trust your words. I just hope that whoever I end up with...he’ll wait for me until I’m ready.”

“He will,”

A chuckle escaped her lips. “You’re so confident with your answer, Kook.”

“Nine times out of ten, he probably will want the same thing you want. He’s probably not ready for that either and wants to go slow, too.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. He’ll wait for you.”

She smiled softly and nodded. “And what about you, International Playboy, you seem to be interested in anyone these days?”

She regarded his body language change and noticed his face getting pink. 

She widened her eyes and playfully hit his arm. “You do! Tell me!”

“Ah, I will when I’m ready. Not today.”

“Do I at least know her?”

“Yeah...”

“Is she pretty?”

“Pretty isn’t even the word to describe her.”

“Does she have your heart like IU does?”

He smiled softly. “She has my heart more than IU.”

“Wow, this is serious then. Nothing comes in between you and IU. I have to wait to know who she is? Why not just tell me? What’s the problem?”

“I just...think about your reaction when I end up telling you.”

“Why?”

“Because when I tell you, it’ll change our friendship forever.”

She looked at him earnestly. “Kook, I’ll be happy either way for you. Nothing is going to change. What can you possibly say to me that would change our friendship forever? You’re fine, don’t stress over it, too much.”

As much as he wanted to tell her right then and there, he didn’t think it was the right time and he thought about rejection. He feared it. There would be times when he felt like he wasn’t good enough to be her boyfriend or ruin a great friendship because of his growing feelings for her. He didn’t want to lose her. He cherished her so much.

He had negative thoughts about her reaction. And if she did reject him, it’ll just be awkward and it’ll take a while for them to act normal again. When he was ready, he wanted her to take time to think about it and not give him an answer right after he told her how he felt. He knew it wasn’t going to be like it was in the movies.

With Jennie, deep inside, she felt a bit...disappointed that he was becoming interested in someone. It also bothered her that she felt this way because she shouldn’t feel this way. She should be happy for him. 

Another part of her felt hopeful because she thought maybe this could help her get over that whole dream situation.

They were great friends and she appreciated that in the group. She felt as though she should not be dating anyone around here. She should stay professional and focus on BTS. Jen thought it would never work if she had dated anyone in the industry. And with these crazy “fans”, she didn’t want whoever she ended up with to deal with any drama. The way “fans” reacted to Kai & Krystal dating, Baekhyun & Taeyeon dating, Tao’s departure from EXO and various other breaking news on K-Pop sites that were claimed as ‘scandals’, it’ll only be ten times worse for her, she assumed.

She wouldn’t even call them fans because they were so ruthless with their reactions to idols dating. It made her angry because fans should be happy for their beloved idols. And when she does date, she vows to never apologize as some idols have done for dating someone.

What was there to apologize for? 

For being happy? 

Never would she bring herself to do that. Idols are human and deserve love.

Jungkook noticed her expression change into a frown while deep in thought. “Hey,” he grabbed her hand as her head swiftly turned to him, surprised.

“Huh?”

“You okay? You look angry.”

Her pondering about those negative fan reactions had gotten her worked up. “Sorry, deep in thought again.”

They sat in a comfortable silence, pondering about random things.

“I wonder when you’re ready for that stage with whoever you’re interested in if you have any idea how you want it to go...” Jen blurted out randomly, thinking out loud. She looked up and shook her head. “I was just rambling. You can just ignore me.”

After a pause, Jungkook spoke after looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah...I thought about it.”

“It’s not how it would be in the movies,” she recalled as they locked eyes.

“Yeah, nothing like the movies. Thinking about it, I just...want it to be special for the both of us. Away from the Hyungs that's for sure. A nice place alone...with a comfortable bed. I would want to plan it all out. Decorate the room nicely. I'd want it to be romantic if I could. Maintain eye contact when I’m with her. Take my time for sure, let her know how much she means to me with my actions, not just my words.” he said, thinking about it with a smile. "I hope that one day, I’ll grow more certain in myself and can show her how manly I am when we’re both ready. When we are, everyone can continue calling me a baby but she’ll know that I’m far from that when we’re together behind closed doors.”

Jen looked at him, astonished. For a second she thought he was speaking to her directly.

She lowkey wished that she could have something like that one day. She even tried to fight the little thought in her head that she wished it was her he was talking about.

They don’t seem to make guys like Jungkook anymore. He was always so sweet and respectful. She never wanted him to change. She adored everything about him.

“Do me a favor...” she spoke.

“Anything.”

“Don’t ever change. For anyone. If someone can’t accept you for who you are when you’re not portraying your stage persona, then that person doesn’t deserve you. You are great just the way you are. Your shyness included. We’re all a work in progress, sprinkled with unique traits. Your future girlfriend will appreciate you for who you are. I’ll admit, I’m lowkey jealous.” she spun around in her chair, going back to her computer.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, smiling as he watched her.

‘There’s no need to be jealous of yourself, Jennie...’

[dragonnarrative-writes]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I should be working on any of the many WIPs I have, but NO! I have fleshed out the thoughts surrounding craft appreciator Simon "Ghost" Riley from this post.

The ramblings on discord came to about 1.5 k, and the first 20% of that has translated to 2.6k words, so this one is gonna be a monster when I finally post it.

Two days later, Simon sees her. Even though she’s wearing a purple, cloth mask over her nose and mouth, there’s no mistaking the scarf he just watched her finish making. And the matching, slouchy hat she’d finished a few videos before starting the scarf. She’s across the street from him, squinting down at her phone as she waits to cross. A tote bag bulges under her arm, a baguette sticking up over her shoulder. When she leans a bit and crosses her ankles to keep her balance, it strikes him that she looks like a picture.

He snaps a quick photo of her before he gives it a second thought. The shot is off center, but in a way some people might call charming. The camera automatically focuses on her, dark red accessories jumping forward against the black and grey outerwear of the people around her. It’s amazing how much detail the image picks up, how the knit pattern is easily visible.

The light changes, and Simon steps into the zebra crossing as he pockets his phone. The woman looks up as she starts crossing, eyes snagging over his height before sliding off as they pass each other.

The whole time he’s in the shops, he thinks about her. Takes his phone out of his pocket to look at her again as he contemplates cereal. Ponders just how soft she looked as he loaded his basket with vegetables. Realizes in an odd, distant way, that he finds her attractive as a person in the world, not just a voice and soft hands on a screen that lull him to sleep. The distraction is nice, he decides. Better than ruminating on mission objectives, anyway.

When he gets home, he cues up one of her videos on the telly. It’s an old one, the first one with the hat he saw her wearing today, which he knows she’ll unravel and restart two videos later. She’s reviewing a science fiction book, Annihilation, except it’s more that she’s picking out the differences between the book and the movie. By now, Simon’s read it, but he’s not really interested in the film, so he lets her voice wash over him as he puts his groceries away.

Then he sits on the couch and really looks at her. Knocks back a couple beers and eats not enough left over chicken korma as he admires the shape of her hands, the light and shadows that play off of her knuckles. He lets his eyes drift up her forearms, the flex and relax of her biceps. She leans forward, every now and again, fixing the yarn, picking up her book for a reference, chasing her cat, Small Man, away from her materials. It changes the shape of her loose blouse over her chest, calls attention to the pendant that dances across her collarbones. She shifts her weight from hip to hip, showing the barest hint of the soft curve of her arse before she adjusts the blanket over her lap.

It’s not that she’s alluring. It’s that she’s comfortable. Actually comfortable, not the faux-lounging that models do in magazines with tousled hair and lingerie peeking out from under an oversized shirt. He can’t quite pretend that she doesn’t know she’s got an audience - she’s talking directly to the listener, the warm lamp is positioned just so, and she’s probably wearing more makeup than he can really discern. But she doesn’t play up to the camera. She just… talks. And knits. And sips tea from a mug that demands I Put My Book Down For This?!

[blusapphire]

Play me a memory (Billy Russo x Reader)- Chapter 6

Summary: When you first met Billy Russo, you fell for him hard and fast. Being with him was like a dream, You were perfect for each other, or so you thought. You return home one night to find all traces of him gone. You’re left heartbroken… and with a life changing surprise. Years later, you find yourself in a predicament when you unexpectedly find your way back into each other’s lives. 

A/N: Thanks for all the likes, comments snd reblogs! They are all greatly appreciated! I’ve also choose a posting schedule for PMAM which is going to Thursday’s.

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of murder

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When you got home from that mind boggling day at work, you were met with worried faces and smothered with hugs from Betts and Jaz and you happily returned them, and then went on to smother your daughter with hugs and kisses out of relief, claiming that you ‘just missed her so much’ after a long day.

  Obviously, due to the incident that occurred at the company, work was out of the question for the next few weeks until police could conduct further investigation, or so you were told. Everyone was still very shaken up about it, including yourself, so a few days off were accommodating gesture from the company. The next few days leading up to the following week were mostly spent at home, either leaving to drop Ava off at school or running out to get some groceries. 

Regardless of the days off from work, that most would find relaxing and enjoying, you were on edge. Sleep didn’t find you easily for the next few nights, your nights and days were mostly spent thinking about the man you and Billy had encountered. You couldn’t get it off your mind, even when you tried distracting yourself. Maybe Billy was right, that the man was just lying to save himself from the highly unnecessary assault. It was the only thing you could think about. 

And what happened after with Billy. 

“-And then, after I thanked him, he tried to kiss me! Or at least I think that’s where it was going,” You exclaimed, standing by the kitchen entrance, replaying the events of that crazy day to Jaz, who was moving around the kitchen, in search of something to eat. “And he might get called in to give a statement the same time me so, yay me,” You fake cheered.  

“The nerve of him,” Jaz scoffs and shakes her head, disapprovingly. “I’ll remind you, that we can still-“

“I’m going to again, decline vandalizing anything of Billy’s in advance, because I know what you’re about to say.”

“Okay I mean, fine, whatever,” Jaz said, as she threw her hands up in defeat. “I still think you should reconsider though.”

“Thanks for the offer, but still no.”

"Ughhh," jaz loudly let out what might've been her hundredth groan of the morning since walking into the kitchen, "I'm so hungry."

"Why don't you just make something? Or eat some cereal? We have more than enough." You added, referring to the endless amount of groceries you had time to get in the previous weeks.

"I know, but I'm so lazy.” She dragged out. “ I'd have to reach a bowl... then get the milk.., and then pour that milk in that bowl that I worked so hard to reach for,” she exaggerated, and opened the fridge, to dig into it looking for anything she could find. "it's just too much. Plus, today is not that kinda day. It's a 'spend all day on the couch' kinda day.”Jaz hums as she closed the refrigerator door, signaling that she found something, and pulls out a slice of pizza, biting into it. 

“Hey, it’s pretty quiet this morning. Where’s Ava?” She asked, taking a large distracting bite of her pizza. 

“Oh, Betts took her to this children’s, book reading thing, all day. They left pretty early.”

Jaz hums in return, taking another distracting bite of her pizza, before scarfing it down with a glass of water, making you narrow your eyes at her. 

"Isn't it a bit too early to be eating pizza? It's 10am." You questioned.

 She answered, with her mouth full. "Maybe.., but you have to ask yourself, do stomachs have open and closing times like a store does?"

You thought about her comment for a second, finding some truth. "Huh," you whispered to yourself in thought, "I guess I never thought of it that way." Jaz grinned, proud that she may have convinced you to agree with her.

Just then, you heard your phone ring, and when you’d picked up, it was someone from the station. 

 You got a call from an agent named, Dinah Madani, a name you hadn’t heard before, and you sounded confused on the phone, because on that crazy day after work, you’d had a conversation with a Sergeant Mahoney, who you told you that he would be contacting you. But you didn’t read further into over the phone, and agreed to go in to the address that was given to you. Just when you grabbed your coat and we’re about to leave, you got an out of character offer, from your best friend. 

Yo

“…you, Jazmyn Carrera, want to give up your Saturday, to spent it at the police station?” You narrowed your eyes and specified, in a bewildering tone. “What happened to your ‘spend all day on the couch’ thing you had going on?

She shrugged, like it made all the sense in the world. “They’ll be other Saturdays.” She voiced, running to grab her coat and returning to the door, “Yeah I’ll…, keep you company.”

“Um…okay, sure, yeah. I guess I could use the company.”

She muttered a small ‘great’ and passed you, as you stood there for a few seconds, still puzzled, before brushing it off and walking to the door. Jaz noticed the puzzled look on your face, and turned to reassure you. 

“Don’t worry, I think most of the warrants the cops have on me have already been recalled or settled in court of law, so we’re fine,” She shrugged, and patted your shoulder, before walking out of the apartment, and you followed behind, hoping that she was joking. 

…

Taking the subway was something you had to again, plug into your routine recently, still not having found your car keys. You were still bummed about it, and you’d informed the police, and hoped that maybe if they found something they’d contact you about it, but it had been over a week now, and you still hadn’t gotten any word that they’d found it. During the train ride though, you found you were correct about how bizarre it was that Jaz wanted to tag along, because she spent the entire 15 minutes trying to convince you to agree with her. 

“-Just think about it,” Jaz said, as you both walked up the stairs, and out of the entrance of the subway. 

“Jaz,” you stop walking and face her, “we’re not egging his car.” You continue walking and she speeds up to keep her pace beside you. 

“Okay, I get it. You don’t wanna use eggs, that’s fine, I mean prices aren’t what they used to be, I know. But I gave you other options, like-like glitter bombing.” She holds out her hand, and uses her fingers to count her points. “It’s fast, it’s cheap-“

“We’re not glitter bombing it either!” You interrupt, and stop walking again to face her. “Is this the reason why you wanted to come? To convince me to agree?”

She gives you an obviously fake confused look before shaking her head. “Mm, I don’t what you’re talking about…” she trailed off, before beginning to walk away. 

“Jaz I know you, okay,” You reminded her and stopped her from walking again, “when have you ever went into a police station, willingly? 

For as long as you knew Jaz, she was always the kind of person to never forgive or forget. She was a someone who held grudges, even if they weren’t her own, which was her own way of showing that she cared, and that she had your back. When Billy left, Jaz was by your side the whole time. She was there for all those long days and sleepless nights. 

She was there when you found out you were pregnant with Ava. 

You understood her anger. She was angry for you. 

“Huh, maybe I did kinda give myself away,” she tilts her head and thinks to herself, before continuing, “but he deserves it! A hundred times over too.” You nod in agreement, and she continued.

 “For ripping your heart out, stomping on it, playing whack-a-mole with it, then blonde voyaging right out of your life!” She articulated, throwing her hands up in an angry gesture. 

Puzzled, you corrected her. “It’s bon voyage, and that’s not how you use that in a sentence.”

“It’s not blonde?-whatever- I’m just saying,” a stern expression paints her face, and she sighs, “ I remember what it was like for you after Billy left, okay. It was hell, okay?”

“Jaz,” you sighed, “you’re right, it was a very, very shitty time for me, and thank you for hating him right along with me,” you started walking again and put your hand on her shoulder, “even though it is very tempting…, it won’t fix anything.”

You could tell that Jaz didn’t like your answer, but she eventually accepted. “Okay,” she sighed and crossed her arms, “if you don’t want me to, then I won’t.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I really do appreciate the sentiment though.”

“Did he ever tell you where the hell he’s been anyway? Or why he just, disappeared? I mean, what you guys had…, that shit, was love, if I’d ever seen it.”

You looked down at the ground at that, your mood shifting due to the reminder. 

“He used to make you, so happy,- like I used to catch smiling to yourself, and you used to practically click your heels whenever-“

“Okay, that’s a lie, I would not click my heels,” you corrected, holding out your hands, “and…I  didn’t really ask him, but he said that it was ‘complicated,’ whatever that means,” you scoffed. “ it was just him trying to make up an excuse, and not face up to what he did, ‘cause the damage he left was right in his face. ”

Jaz watched you sympathetically as you spoke. “I wish I had an answer for Ava- I wish I had an answer for myself, one that hurt less than the truth anyway…”  you trailed off and let out a humorless laugh, as you reached the police station, and sighed. 

“That I was just another name added to his long list of women that he’d fooled over the years. He wasn’t happy, and he didn’t know how to break it off, so he took the easy way out, because he didn’t have the balls to tell me. And now, I don’t know if he’s just trying to entertain himself for the time being, by trying to weasel his way back into my life, because it doesn’t matter. Because his shit doesn’t work on me anymore.” You voiced, shrugging.

Jaz looked, like she felt bad for bringing it up, but you assured her it was fine, before you made your way into the police station. 

The station you were called into looked office like, and when you got there, you were escorted to a waiting area, and were told you would be called in by an agent. It was different from any other station you’d been to, and looked more like it were headquarters for company. 

You could see through the windows, and the people in the rooms could see you right back, as they were made of glass. Even though it wasn’t a typical police station, being in the building with that many police made you think back to the last time you were in a police station. After Billy left, it was the only place you knew for months straight. And it also made you think back to the first time you were ever in a station. 

After that horrific night. The night that you could never forget. 

When you got to the waiting area you weren’t surprised by the face that met yours, his head tilting up to look at yours, with a large smile across it, as you approached. 

Speak of the devil…” you lowly muttered to Jaz, annoyance in your voice.

Billy was dressed in his regular suit and tie, and his coat in hand. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since that night he’d dropped you off at your apartment and tied to, what you thought was, kiss you. 

“Well, I think I saw a vending machine on our way in, and since you won’t let me swipe his keys so we can mess with his car,  I don’t think I’ll be able to control my sticky fingers, so I’m gonna go get some snacks. And In the words of or  lovely Ava, just yelp for help.” 

You nod with a laugh, as Jaz walks back in the direction you both came, and you walk over to the waiting area, where Billy is already seated. 

“Good morning to you,” he says with a smile, Was that, Jaz that I just saw?” He asks, motioning to the place you were standing before. 

“Yup, she saw a vending machine on her way in and…you know her and her snacks,” you sit in the only seat left, next to Billy, “you can’t keep ‘em apart.”

 “Right, I remember, she was always very.. serious about her food.” He said nodding. You both were quiet for a minute, which was beyond awkward, and he continued. “How have you been? I-I haven’t seen you since-“

“Since we escaped that building of doom? I’m fine. I just wanna do this and go.”  You could tell that Billy agreed, but then he looked like he had something on his mind, which he tried to voice. 

“Uh, I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about the other day,-“

“Billy, there’s nothing to talk about, because nothing happened, and nothing was going to happen. Okay? No chance.” You blurted out, ending the conversation before it began. Billy seemed a bit disappointed at your answer, but nodded anyway. 

“Alright, okay. But there was also something else I wanted to talk about.”

You didn’t really believe him, but you decided to hear him out. “I’m listening.”

“So that guy, that we ran into in the building, I think we should… keep that between us.”

“You shifted in your seat, confused. “What do you mean? You mean, keep that from the police?”

“Yeah, I just think, it’d be, smarter to not tell anyone.”

“Not even the police? It could probably help then catch the guys you know, if we told them what the guy told us. Like how we heard they were sent by some guy, and how they were looking for somethi-“

“Y/N,” he sighed, “It would be better to keep it to ourselves.” 

“But why?” 

“Let’s just say…,”. He hesitated to speak, “that some of the cops in this place are not very, loyal to the force, okay? If we tell them anything we heard from that guy, it’d be in the system, and it could get back some people, that, trust me on this, we don’t want it getting back to.”

“What people? Billy, you’re not making any sense, at all-,” Billy touching your arm, causes you to stop talking and look at him. His hand felt tense on your arm, a serious look stretched across his face, and his eyes looked to have a mix of worry and softness in them, which you found to be incredibly strange for dealing with the police, since the police’s job was to help people. Maybe he did know what he was talking about, since he ran into police a lot at his job. 

“Just, please… trust me. Okay?” 

You hesitated, but eventually nodded, and put your hands up in defense, “Okay. I won’t say anything.” And your works seemed to relax Billy, prompting him to take his hand off your arm. “But for future reference, you should really stop saying that, because it absolutely, does not have the effect you think it does.” you admitted to him.

 He relaxed at that, and you turned to make a comment at what he was wearing.“Is that three piece suit glued to you or something? It’s Saturday.”

He chuckled at that, and moved closer to you, if it was possible, and put his arm around the neck of your chair. “It in fact, not glued to me, and it comes off pretty easy, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d be glad to show-“

“Forget it. I regret having asked in the first place. Leave it to only you to that.” You expressed, lightly shoving his arm away. 

“Yeah, but you used to love it.”

“Hm, I wonder what changed?” You voiced, putting your finger on your lip in a thinking stance. “Anyway, I got a call from, an Agent Madani this morning? Is that who called you in too?”

“Ahh, yeah. Not personally on the phone, but I’m not surprised that she’s in charge of this case. She’s very… persistent in her work. Stops at nothing to get to the bottom of a case.”

“Wait, you know her?” You asked, shifting in your seat at his information. 

“Yeah…” he sighed deeply, “sometimes the police and my guys clash. So I’ve ran into her a few times on the job. ”

“Huh, you seem to run into a lot of people on said job.” You remarked, raising your eyebrows and leaning back in your chair, and resting your head on the wall behind you and staring at the ceiling. 

Billy didn’t say anything for a minute or so, opting to just smirk to himself, which you noticed, and you lowered your gaze from the ceiling to look at him. 

“Is something funny?”

He looks over at you, a smirk still on his face, as if he found something amusing.“-No, nothing’s, -nothing’s funny at all.” He shrugged and put his hands up in defense. 

After he didn’t say anything more, you went back to resting your head on the wall behind you when him speaking, made you look at him again. 

“It’s just that, if I didn’t…know any better, I’d say that,” he closed one of his eyes as if he was thinking, “you sound a little jealo-“

“Then you don’t know any better, because you actually thought to finish that sentence.” You interrupted, his words making you sit up in your chair. “I only commented, because that’s what you said last time about the, sergeant guy, and I just wanted to know who I was going to be dealing with. Obviously.” You shared, dragging out the last word. 

He was still smirking, so you opted to share further. 

“If you think that I’m jealous,” you sat up further, pointing to yourself, “then that tie is on a little too tight. Like you’ve officially, lost your mind.We’re not together anymore you can do whatever you want.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his seat, a smirk still painting his face. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

He shrugged. “Cool.”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

You both sat in silence for the next few minutes, and you thought, actually had hoped that it would’ve stayed that way, but Billy started another conversation. 

“…So I never got chance to ask you, ‘cause we were busy, trying not captured and stuff in that building, but you and this Nick character-“

“Oh god…” you groaned to yourself. 

“-Are you like” he looked like he had a hard time getting the words out, “together or something?”

“Billy…”

“-I mean if you wanted flowers, I could’ve gotten you flowers,-like I was getting to that,” he sat up now, and looked perplexed, “And I mean the ones he got you, anyways, you told me, that you don’t even like those kinds-“

“It’s the thought that counts Billy, and not that it’s any of your business, but if you must know, we’ve been on two dates.” You paused before adding, “so far. ‘Cause they’ll probably be more, actually.”

“So far, huh.” 

“Yup.”

“Well, I just have a weird feeling about this guy, okay? I’ve seen him, somewhere, I can’t pin it down, but he just seems a little… off to me.”

“Uh, you’re a little off, Billy, if you think that you’re going to interfere with my dating life, because you ‘have a bad feeling about guy,” you spat, using air quotes and a mocking tone. “He’s a gentleman and a nice guy.”

“Well, you know what they say,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Nice guys finish last.”

“Well this nice guy, is In the lead, so.”

 Billy  looks off into the distance, and runs his tongue over his teeth in frustration. “That’s great.”

“Cool.”

“Fine.”

“Fin-,” just as you were about to finish your sentence, you both hear a loud knocking on the glass behind you, prompting you and Billy to turn around, and when you do, you’re both met with a man, annoyance painting his face. 

“Are you guys done!?” He threw his hands up in frustration, and his voice sounded muffled. “I can hear you through the glass. Jeez,” He complained, scoffing. 

You mouthed a quick ‘sorry’, while Billy said nothing and turned back around, irritation on his face. 

You both sat there in silence after that, not saying anything, when the loud sound of heels coming towards you, prompts you to look up. It was a woman, and she was pretty, and her short curly hair falling just around her neck, fit her perfectly. She approached you, and introduced herself. 

“Hello, Ms.Y/L/N, I’m Agent Dinah Madani, Homeland Security, we spoke on the phone. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” She said with a smile. 

You noticed an accent when she spoke, her voice sounding friendly. But her smile didn’t seem very genuine to you and looked more, forced, but you otherwise took the hand she held out to you and shook it. 

“Oh, no, you’re fine, I wasn’t waiting too long.” You replied, nodding your head. She answers with a nod as well and a smile, and shifts her attention next to you, to acknowledge Billy, who stood from his seat. 

“Agent Madani,” he started, “we can’t keep meeting like this. Seems to be a pattern we should break.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Russo,” she says with a single nod and a slight smile, that again, seemed forced, “please, follow me, Ms.Y/LN.”

…

The Agent, who went by Madani, took you to a grey painted room, that looked more like a conference room, if anything. When you walked in, you noticed a yellow folder on the table, which was on the opposite side of where you stood, and you guessed that’s where Agent Madani would be sitting. 

“Please, have a seat Ms.Y/L/N,” she gestured to the seat opposite of her, confirming what you thought and you took her offer. “I really do hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I was just gathering information.” She sat opposite of you now, folding her hands before her. 

“No, that’s okay, it wasn’t too much of a wait.” You replied. “Um, did you say that you were Homeland Security?” You asked, to confirm. 

“Correct. Most of the time when it’s a large company like this one, with a situation as big as this one, we get pulled in. Is that okay?”

You found it weird that she was asking you that, since it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in selecting which kinds of police would look into the situation, but you nodded anyway. 

“Oh, yeah no, that’s… fine, I guess. I mean,” you shrugged, “I just don’t know how these things go.”

“Right. Well, I have a few questions for you, pertaining to what happened that day.” She says and you nod, a sign for her to ask her questions. 

“Can you tell me how you were able to get out of the building?”

“Well, I was with Mr. Russo, the entire time, so it was really him who got me out of there.”

“And I was told it was you, Mr.Russo, and another individual, who were the only ones that were able to make it out the building, without police interference.”

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“And you were together the entire time?”

“…yes. That’s correct.”

“And… neither one of you were harmed? There were several others, who made it out, that had to be taken to the E.R.”

“Yeah, I know it was, terrible, but Mr. Russo made sure we got out of there unharmed.”

“Hm.” She made a slight face as she bummed to herself, “ I find it… a little hard to believe, that you all just, made it out unharmed.”

Huh. This was sounding more like an interrogation, than getting a statement taken. 

Your eyebrows furrowed at that. “Um, Agent Madani, Mr. Russo was in the Special Forces, and owns his own Private Military Firm, so I don’t think it’s that far fetched…”

She nodded, “Well, these guys were able to take down his entire team that he placed in the building, who are also very skilled, so I wouldn’t say it was too crazy…”

“I…guess we were just lucky.” You said, shrugging. 

“Lucky, huh?” You nodded, at her question. 

When you didn’t say anything she continued, “Well, Ms.Y/L/N, would you say that you were lucky, when you came into contact with one the intruders? When you were alone, and not in fact with Mr.Russo, like you previously said before?”

Shit. 

You fixed your posture and swallowed after her words, being caught off guard, and the Agent spoke again. 

“They were able shut down the power in the in the building, which also shut down most of the cameras. Except for the ones that were battery powered, of course.”

“Of course.” You repeated in a slight mocking manner. 

“We saw that you both, moved out of view of the camera, so can you tell me what happened after?”

You fiddled with your fingers, thinking about what Billy told you. “Again, I was just really lucky. When he saw me he just, left me alone. And I was unharmed.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah…”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and just stared at you, with a slight smirk on her face, and you stared back, feeling uncomfortable. 

“Well, I’m glad, that you were unharmed, of course.” She finally said. 

“Thank you. So am I…” you lowly trailed off, as she stood up now, grabbing the folder that was on the desk. 

“And the company’s been running, for over 20 years now?”

You quickly counted in your head, then answered. “Uh, Yeah, I would say.”

And it’s run by your boss, a Mr.Harrison Wilburne? He’s a very well known man.”

“Well, he’s rich, so…, and like you said, it’s a pretty big company.”

“Of course, Wilburne industries. I hear that every year, he throws these fancy events, for a fundraiser for charities?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, relaxing a bit. “He invites other rich people that he knows, and us employees get to attend so…I think he’s a pretty great person, for the fundraisers of course. We actually have one coming up soon.” She give another one of her forced smiles, as a response. 

“Do you… know where your boss was, during all this?”

“Uh… I actually don’t, I didn’t really see him that day, if he was there at all.”

“Hm..,” she trailed off, “ and let me ask you, you are in a very high position, at Wilburne industries, one of the top spots?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I understand that, it didn’t take you very long to get to that position level. It takes some people years, to get to where you are now. It’s impressive.”

“Thank you, but I got lucky there too. I mean, yeah I did work my ass off, but Mr. Wilburne did, give me the chance of a lifetime.”

She started walking now, around the table you sat, which made you shift uncomfortably. 

“I guess you did get lucky.” She said, her smile all too forced. She rounded the table and stood near you now, the folder she previously walked in with, in her hand, and she continued. 

“But I mean, it must’ve helped that nobody knew who your father was.”

You froze at the words that left her mouth, caught off guard. 

-No. This wasn’t what you came in for. 

 She can’t know that.

 Maybe she didn’t really know anything and was just trying to intimidate you. For some reason. 

For whatever reason. 

Your eyes shot up to meet hers, as you felt a deep panic begin to rise in you, as she leaned back on the desk, staring at you, and you stared right back, more of a glare really, when you spoke.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, I said, your father.” She repeated matter of factly. “He’s, a pretty famous guy too, been in the news a lot lately.” She opened the folder she had in her hand and began reading from it. “Thomas St.James, A.K.A of course, Mr. White, leader of one of the biggest crime empires New York’s City’s every seen.”

Why the fuck did she know that?

There was no way she would know that unless she did some digging. 

Who the hell was this lady and why the fuck was she digging into your life?

You clenched your jaw after she spoke, still glaring at her, enraged. You frozen in place, furious, but she didn’t seem to care though, as she flipped through the folder she had in her hand. 

“That has nothing, to do, with the situation at hand, Agent Madani-“

“He built an empire, from drug money, and was on the police’s radar for years, and the FBI’s most wanted list, but could only be identified, as Mr.White, because he always got away clean. White slate.”

She flipped through the folder as she quoted something from it.

“And the night that he was uncovered twenty-five years ago, police found heavy substantial evidence in St.James home, revealing him to be Mr.White, which was only after police went through the St.James home, due to discovering a-“

She stopped in her reading abruptly, before returning her eyes to yours, and your eyes shot away from hers at that, staring at the far wall ahead of you, swallowing hard. You grasped the edge of the table now, your jaw clenching even harder and you couldn’t get any words out, and she continued reading. 

-due to discovering a brutal crime scene.” 

Your eyes began to burn now, the tears that were forming threatening to spill any second, as Madani continued quoting what she had in her hand.

“Police were near by, when.. they heard screams, at the St.James home and responded, finding a neighbor who had…discovered the suspect Thomas St.James, with the murder weapon in hand, a knife, near t-the victim, St.James’s wife… Olivia St.James.”

The tears fell now, quickly streaming down your face, as Madani read on. 

“The neighbor, who was close to the couple, went over pick something up for the couple’s c-child, Y/N St.James, who was… attending a s-sleepover with the neighbor’s daughter. The victim’s sister, Elizabeth Y/L/N, took custody of the child, giving the child her sister’s maiden name. Although, St.James was charged with the crimes pertaining to his criminal empire, and the murder of his wife, he has maintained his innocence, ever since.”

Madani closed the folder now and your eyes shifted to hers, the tears still streaming down your face. Her mouth was agape, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but struggled to. 

“I, uh…I didn’t know that he- I didn’t hear that in the news-,” she paused, “I didn’t know, that was going to be in there.”

“Can I ask you, what the point of that was? Any of that?”

“I just- I thought that you could answer some questions on a case that I’ve been working on involving-“

She doesn’t get to finish whatever she was going to say when the door burst open, and a man coming in, his angry gaze on Madani. His grey hair was styled, along with his grey goatee, and he wore a suit. 

“Madani!” He yelled, “I thought I told you one of the other agents would be taking over for this,” he reminded the Agent, and you guessed that the question was rhetorical one, but Madani answered anyway. 

“Yes..sir. But all the other agents weren’t available at the time so, I took over.” She took and breath, and replied, you could noticeably see that she having a bit of a stand off, with the man that you assumed was her boss. 

“…Right..” he trailed off, staring at her with a stern face, before turning to you. “Carson wolf, Ma’am, I apologize for the way that my agent acted, for what was supposed to be a simple appointment for taking a statement,” he held his hand out to shake yours, while glaring at Madani, which you shook in return, “You’re free to go, Ma’am.”

They seemed to be having a stare-off when you leave the room, rushing to find Jaz, so you could go home. On your way out, you didn’t see Billy, and you assumed that he must’ve been in another room, getting his actual statement taken. 

Nothing about what just happened made sense. If Madani had questions about a case you knew something about, which you doubted, why didn’t she just ask you? Or was she using what she knew about you father as leverage, because she believed she wouldn’t get the answers to those questions. 

But who did she have questions about?

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Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…?

Paint your nails?

Know how to cook or at least make something edible?

Have a tattoo(s) or to get one?

Borrow something and not return it?

Shoplift?

Take home a zoo animal?

Take the longest in getting ready or do their hair?

Talk or snore in their sleep?

Want to do karaoke?

Eat a spoonful of wasabi?

Get hangry before a meal?

Pie someone in the face as a prank?

Look at my lovely monster men, i enjoyed working on this ask sooo much. <3

Alright babe, prepare yourself for the longest response you never expected >:]

I ‘ve been thinking about these rowdy little shits 24/7 for the last two months, and oh boy do I have a lot to talk about.

Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…?

Paint your nails?

All the boys would paint your nails! but some of them are better than others. Paul would make an…effort for about 6 fingers, 4 on the right, 2 on the left, then get distracted and wiggle his fingers in your face, “okay, my turn :) ” They look like shit and they’re all in different colors, but you can’t stay mad at that cute face. Marko would be hyper focused, little tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated, he has the hands of a surgeon with decades of sewing practice. “10/10 would recommend to friends,” and he’s beaming; smug lil shit. Dwayne is not as good as Marko, his hands shake quite a bit, and he feels bad after he finishes the last nail. It looks a bit wonky, but you love it; give him a big kiss on the cheek and he’ll feel better. If you’re too nervous to ask David, never fear! He’ll smell the toluene and come out from wherever he’s hiding like the rat that he is. “You’re doing it wrong,” and he’ll get the nail polish remover and clean off whatever you started; sit tight because he’s gonna make a ‘thing’ out of it. He does your fingers and toes and tells you how he used to do this for his ma’ before she passed, when he’s done it’s the best of all the boys’, and they’re all jealous.

2. Know how to cook or at least make something edible?

Tough to say, they were all alive at one point so they should all know how to make…something. I’d have to say David, and Dwayne can make good food, edible and yummy, but Marko is the best cook. Lots of love goes into his meals, whenever he decides to actually cook, which is not often. It’s a treat when he does, but don’t expect him to clean up after himself, “I cook, you clean, dems da rules.” Paul cannot cook, poor thing has burned water, “is cereal cooking?” No baby, it’s not. 

3. Have a tattoo(s) or to get one?

No tattoos, sorry. They were born before it was mainstream, and vampires heal too quickly for them to last long. Paul, Dwayne, and David tried to get tattoos; Paul got Woodstock on his ass, Dwayne got a jaguar back tattoo, and David got a sleeve of a skeleton cowboy. The ink lasted all of 4 days; Marko wanted one on his face but didn’t get it because he thought it would clash with his jacket. (The boys have various scars on their body but I’m only gonna go into the major ones) David has a brand on the back of his left arm on his tricep- branding accident from when he was alive. You can still see the heart when he doesn’t have his jackets on, its uneven and a light pink. Dwayne has a scar on his back above his right hip, and one on the left side of his ribs, they’re thin mauve stab marks. Marko and Paul have scars around their knuckles from fighting; they’re light tannish/reddish rings around their knuckles. Markos are much deeper than Paul's, and this is why he wears his gloves, little fucker still loves to fight. -Piercings are a whole different story, thinking about it gave me a migraine, these kinky fuckers would have a bunch.

4. Borrow something and not return it?

Paul, because he forgot, but he’ll give it back when you ask for it; although you’ll have to help him look for it. Marko, because he doesn’t care; if he doesn’t want it, you’ll have to go find it, if he does want it, then just buy another one bc you’re not getting it back. Dwayne will take things and return them before anyone notices they’re gone, for being the biggest of the boys, he sure is quiet and sneaky. David will do what Dwayne does, or gaslight you, “this is mine, you never had one.”

5. Shoplift?

All of them?? Lol. But Marko and Dwayne will do it the most. David steals things like peoples’ personal items, just yoinks it off em while they walk by; has never gotten caught. Paul steals candy, and shiny things, he got that bird brain. He literally will go, “ooo,” and stick it in his pockets, very obvious. He’s constantly getting caught; people will confront him, which startles him. He yelps, punches them in the throat, and runs away.    Marko is a kleptomaniac, its gotten so bad that David will make him empty his pockets before they get back to the cave, “you don’t need it.” Or a quick, “put it back,” while they’re still in the store. Is constantly getting caught, he usually gets an “excuse me sir?” And responds with the death stare. Dwayne does it because ‘fuck capitalism’. Will sometimes get caught, responds with, “no, I’m allowed to do this.” It’s so calm and casual people don’t know what to do. They’re all banned from Walmart; they still go to Walmart.

6. Take home a zoo animal?

Since the boys can’t go most places during normal visiting hours, they will sneak into the zoo, aquariums, and museums to go see stuff. They usually do it drunk and have caused thousands of dollars’ worth of damage lmao.

Step 1: fly to LA Zoo. Step 2: get blackout drunk. Step 3: harass the animals.

David would try to fight the kangaroos; laugh when they posted up, fake jab at them and then go blind with rage and fury when it hit him back. Lmaooo, he would throw a real punch and accidently knock it out, “whoops.”

Animal Cruelty is NOT funny, but this is literally the most hypothetical a situation can get.

Paul would break into the badger habitat, drag one out of the burrows, snatch it, and hold it up for the boys to see. “Guys! I haven’t seen one of these in forever!” Shaking it back and forth while it snarled and bit and scratched at him. Dwayne would want to cuddle the jaguar; he could tame it with his thrall so it wouldn’t bite him, because he wants to pet it sooooo bad. Even as drunk as he was, he wouldn’t take it because he wouldn’t want it hurting Laddie; so, he would steal little jaguar plushies for him and his son from the gift shop. Aside from all the other stuff they would steal from the gift shop. They’d joust the elephants, share a joint with the orangutans, put a live sheep around their shoulders pretending it was a rich lady’s coat, howl with the wolves, bark with the seals, twitter around like the meerkats, and they would HATE the giant otters. Throw stuff at it, “ew it looks like Max.” They would also throw stuff at the flamingos, “why the fuck do they smell like that,” and call them, “stinky.” Marko would actually break the glass on the reptile exhibits. He would see a snake he wanted and just, “hiya!” And snatch it up. He’d hold it up and yell, “vampire snake!! Vampire snake!!” Wrap it around his neck and the boys would not be able to get it away from him. He’d let it snake through the armholes on his jacket, and then cry when it plummeted to its death when they flew home, “nooooooooo!!” And David would silently be like, “oh thank God, no more ‘vampire snake’.”

7. Take the longest in getting ready or do their hair?

Ooooo, I love this question. All the boys are dripping in vanity, you wouldn’t think it, but they are very conscious about what they look like in public. They will preen themselves regularly, and pick at their fangs, they also have to check each other for ticks, running through the forest does that. Dwayne loves his hair; he will regularly do masks and braid it. Takes about 7 minutes brushing it all out before they leave. His hair is the longest part of him getting ready, what’s he gotta do? Put on a shirt? Lol. But he will fr walk around naked/half-naked while looking for his clothes. Takes less than 10 minutes getting ready. David takes a few minutes to get his hair spikey and comb it out; the longest part is letting it dry. He only fully undresses to bathe, and rarely in front of the others, but he loves the way the leather feels going on, so he dresses slowly. Total takes about 15 minutes. Marko has to make his curls curl before they leave. He usually does a plop every few days, takes about 20 minutes to wash it, comb it, and curl it.  He will then proceed to pick at the burrs on his jacket before he puts it on. Total takes about 30 minutes to get ready. Paul takes the LONGEST to get ready, he has to shake out his hair, make it crazy, and burn a hole in the ozone with his hairspray each night. He is also an eepy boy, so he is yawning and looking for all his stuff around the cave. I also have a funny feeling that he sometimes takes off all his pins before bed. This annoys the others to no end because he has to slowly put them all back on before he can go out. Paul, sweet thing also gets distracted so, so much, he takes anywhere between 40 minutes to an hour to get ready.

8. Talk or snore in their sleep?

I don’t think the way that the boys sleep will make them snore, buuuuut of they were to snore, on a descending scale from loudest (shake the earth type) snoring to quietest (kitten type) snoring, it is Dwayne, Marko, David, then Paul. Paul will mumble stuff in his sleep, nonsense about whatever is happening in his dream, “that’s my candy Mr. Monkey,” or something. The boys have caught him doing it a few times, but he’s usually not loud enough to wake them up. David gets night terrors. He can sleep fine for years, or decades, but they always come back. Yes, it wakes up everyone in the cave, and yes, they stay awake with him till he calms down.

9. Want to do karaoke?

All the boys are beautiful singers fr if you haven’t had the chance to hear them, I suggest you google it. So wonderful. So, they are always ready to sing. David only does it when he can use it to his advantage, his go to? “My Way,” by Frank Sinatra. Dwayne mostly sings for Laddie’s lullabies, but his go to is, “Say it ain’t so,” by Weezer. Paul is shy about it but give him a couple margs and he is belting, “Ice, Ice Baby,” by Vanilla Ice. Marko will physically drag the other boys into bars when they have karaoke. His go to is “Purple Rain,” by Prince, but if he is drunk then its, “Drunk in Love,” by Jay-Z and Beyonce, he makes one of the other boys do the Jay-Z part, doesn’t matter which.

10. Eat a spoonful of wasabi?

Marko. He doesn’t care. He’ll ask for more. He’s a fucking menace. Then, he’ll pretend it’s so good and yummy to get Paul to try it with him, then throw up from laughing so hard. David will do it if you do it first, then he’ll say some old head shit like, “I lost my tastebuds in the war,” but inside, he’s dying. Dwayne isn’t stupid, and he doesn’t care what any of them say, he won’t do it; smart man.

11. Get hangry before a meal?

Who doesn’t get hangry before a meal? Most mellow about it is Paul, he’s very laid back, so it’s no big deal for him to wait to eat. David can control his hangry, just because he’s the oldest. But if he’s in a bad mood he will do something horrible to the first person he saw. Marko doesn’t like being hangry; he will let it be known and make it everyone’s problem. Dwayne cannot handle being hangry. If it gets bad enough, he doesn’t wait for the others, he will go make a mess. Like, he will fuck up a bloodline when he’s hangry. 12. Pie someone in the face as a prank?

The hyper twins are the kings of pranks. They will usually prank each other, or Max. Fuck with his lights, hit him with a bat kite, steal his money, slash his tires, set his garden on fire, ya know, harmless ‘pranks’. They would prank Dwayne by hiding his stuff, but when he held Paul upside down over the cliff, they stopped messing with him for a while. They usually didn’t fuck with David, sure they respected him, but they feared him more. One time they actually did pie David in the face. Paul came up behind him while he was smoking in the wheelchair and plap. David was piiiiiised, but not as pissed as he was when Marko nailed him with a second pie while he was chasing Paul around the cave. They were on the run for a few days, David eventually caught them and tied them to one of the stalactites in the cave, some, “no food or water, three days,” type shit. Boy, was he mad.

[friendlyfox34]

Story time!

*One day, I was playing on my Wii. I visited my mii friends, and they seemed to be having a good time. It was until I could hear a growling sound coming from the Wii. I thought it was coming from the console, or maybe it was a small glitch, so I tried to ignore it. I spent some time playing Mario Kart, wanting to have a bit of fun. As time went on, I checked on my miis again. This time only Eteled and Matt were there; no sign of Austin. I also notice that the Wii doesn’t seem to be making anymore growling sounds. But when Austin came back to chat with the others, the same growling sounds emerged again. It was rather strange. The noises go off whenever Austin is around. I decided not to worry about it too much, so I turned off my Wii and got on my phone for a bit.*

*The next day, I got back on my Wii, and this time Austin was the only one on screen. The growling noises were still going every 30 seconds. He seems a little upset about something. I decided to talk to him privately so I could see what was going on.*

Me: Hey Austin?

*Austin looks at me.*

Austin: Oh, hey Mia..

Me: Is there something wrong? You seem upset.

Austin: Um, no. Everything’s fine.

Me: Are you sure?

Austin: Yep. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m okay.

*I then hear a loud growling sound coming from him.*

Me: Hmm, that didn’t sound very good..

*Austin seems to be struggling. His arms were wrapped around his tummy. He seemed uncomfortable, but he still tries to play the “I’m fine” card.*

Austin: Y-You didn’t hear anything. I said I’m fine.

*This gave me a clue. The noises were coming from his tummy. But, why is his tummy making noises? Maybe he forgot to eat, or maybe ate something bad. Either way, I still decided to ask him.*

Me: You remembered to eat, right?

Austin: Yeah, why?

Me: You don’t feel hungry at all?

Austin: No.

*Maybe he did eat, but it was something bad. He’s clearly uncomfortable, but it doesn’t seem like he wants to show it. It’s obvious his tummy is bothering him, but I would like to know the reason why.*

Me: Do you remember what you ate?

Austin: Just some cereal.. *RUMBLE!* Ngh!

Me: Hmm.. maybe the milk expired..

Austin: What..?

Me: You forgot to check the expiration date on the milk, didn’t you?

*He stays silent for a bit. He looks away, seeming a little embarrassed and upset.*

Austin: Maybe.. I did..

Me: That’s okay. Maybe you just didn’t have the time to check it before you had some.

Austin: Yeah, I was hungry and I got distracted..

Me: It’s fine. I should probably throw that away and buy a new one.

Austin: That would be good..

*I go to my inventory and I find the expired milk in the fridge. I throw it away in the trash and I buy a fresh one.*

Me: Do you think you need medicine?

Austin: Nah, I’ll be- *GROOOWL!* Ow! Ghh.. fine, I’ll have some..

Me: Alright.

*I go to my inventory and I take out a bottle of medicine and a spoon. I pour a spoonful of medicine for Austin and I give it to him.*

Me: Here you go.

Austin: Thanks.. *He takes the medicine.*

Me: Now, hopefully the medicine helps with your tummy ache. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll have to visit the doctor.

Austin: Okay. Thanks Mia.

Me: No problem.

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For your last headcanon reblog, I would like to know: 1, 5, 6, 12, 13, 16, 18, 30, 31, 34, 47

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OMG thank yooouuu! This should be fun!

1: What does his bedroom look like? Our bedroom is quite lovely! We just got new bedroom furniture that is this pretty light grey color with shiny silver trim, and the headboard to the king sized bed is semi-upholstered with LED lights built in that can flash different colors (they're fun!) Nice new greyish, plush carpet and a window that lets in a lot of light. ♡

5: Cleanliness habits: Well, Assangie isn't exactly messy, he just gets distracted a lot which makes him forget to put things away. There are more important things on his mind than washing dishes or tidying up. He can't stand towels on the floor though, and he will always be sure to hang them up when he's done with them. His personal hygiene was not the greatest when he was feral (lol I mean fair, homeboy was always on the run somewhere) but this has since improved now that he is a little more domesticated and has regular access to such things. However, he sometimes needs to be reminded to take care of himself as he loses track of time often.

6: Eating habits and sample menu: Again, Julian's lack of time and space awareness affects his eating habits and often needs to be reminded he should eat. When he takes the time though, he enjoys a wide range of flavorful foods. He likes spicy food like Indian or Thai, and he also enjoys tex-mex style tacos with some hot sauce or spicy salsa. Usually in the morning he'll enjoy a bowl of cereal with black coffee to get his day started. He's not much of a tea guy. He also likes foods that are quick and convenient to eat. He typically does not like to cook himself, he doesn't have time for that.

12: Favorite book genre: He enjoys anything that engages the mind such as philosophy, psychology, or physics.

13: Sexual orientation: Babe is heterosexual. He does not really care much about what other people do (there are more important things to concern himself with), but it does make him a little uncomfortable if he is hit on by another man. While his personal take on gender and orientation is more old-fashioned, he believes in fairness and privacy for all people, regardless of their gender or sexuality.

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal: Biggest: Eradicating all government and institutional corruption and secrecy. Smallest: Whisking Kitty away to Paris to live happily ever after-- and safe!

18: Favorite beverage: Homeboy does enjoy his Club-Mate!

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster: Oh no!

Assangie has very intense and dynamic emotions-- so anything sad is devastating to him. He will typically close himself off from others while he works through his feelings, and has a hard time accepting any help during this time. He does not like to show vulnerability as he has a hard time trusting anyone, so he typically will not accept comfort unless it is from someone he explicitly loves and trusts with his whole heart.

31: Most prized possession: His brilliant, beautiful mind. ♡

34: Thoughts on privacy: Something he is not so private about! "Privacy for the individual, transparency for institutions!"

47: How do they express love?

Oh my baby!! He does not love easily, but when he does he is ALL in and it is very intense! His dynamic emotions allow him to love very deeply and he is also very loyal. He is highly affectionate, and enjoys expressing his love physically as it feels otherworldly, which he believes true love is. He is also extremely protective of his loved ones and would risk his own life for them. 😭❤️

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Naptime: Chapter Two, 7954 C.R.C

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“Obi-Wan,” said Bant, quiet and soft in her sympathy.  “It’s only the flu.”

“I know.”  He looked down at Anakin, at his sweat-sheened brow and flushed cheeks, at how he twitched and mumbled in his sleep.  He remembered having the flu himself - a bit older than Anakin, granted, but still - and how it was nowhere near that bad.

“He’ll be alright.”

“I can hardly leave him,” he said, knowing what she was aiming at.  Bant gave him a look and he blushed, but didn’t relent.  “He asked me to stay.”

She gave him a critical once-over.  “Have you eaten today?”

“Of course,” he said, and it wasn’t a lie.  He’d eaten at breakfast, fruit and a little bread, with Anakin sat beside him with his cereal.  And then, in morning lesson, Anakin had collapsed, burning hot, despite the fact he’d been completely fine all day so far, and Obi-Wan hadn’t left his side since then.

It was approaching dinner now, but Obi-Wan wasn’t hungry.

He just kept…  Going over things in his head.  Things he hadn’t seen, but perhaps should have.  Anakin had eaten at breakfast - eaten everything, Obi-Wan had seen - but had he eaten with less enthusiasm than usual?  Obi-Wan didn’t know.  Hadn’t been paying enough attention.  

A thousand other thoughts, possibilities - Anakin had taken a while to wake that morning, but was that abnormal?  And he’d been quiet, but sometimes he was in the morning, struck by the crowds of the refectory - floated endlessly around his brain.  He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sank deeper into the hospital chair.

“I don’t want to leave him,” he confessed.

“I know,” said Bant, not unsympathetically.  “But you’re going to.  I’ve called Luminara.”

This was not a bluff.  Luminara arrived not five minutes later.

(Treachery, Obi-Wan decided.)

He found himself in the refectory, still scowling, a bowl of fruit in front of him.  He wasn’t quite sure where it came from; he supposed Luminara must have fetched it for him whilst he was distracted, looking for an exit strategy.  

“It’s not that I’m not glad to see you,” he said, honest even if he was a little absent.  “I know it’s been a while…”

“You’ve been busy with your Padawan,” she said.  “I understand.”

She gestured at his bowl and he ate.  The faster he complied, after all, the faster he’d be back where he was meant to be, even if the thought of eating made him vaguely nauseated.

“I remember Barriss’ first illness,” she said, picking at her own food.  “It was dreadful.”

Obi-Wan blinked.  He knew better, of course, to assume that any Jedi had perfect control of their emotions at all times, but Luminara had always seemed a little closer to that perfection than anyone else.  He ought to remember any break in her calm, and yet…

“You were off-world,” she said, absolving him, “and I didn’t like to discuss it afterwards.  I think part of me was afraid to, as if it would happen again.”

“How…”  He swallowed, let his eyes fall from hers to the tattoos on her chin.  (Still polite, just about, but far easier to manage.)  “How did you stop being afraid?”

“She got better.  She was ill again, she got better again.  The same as you, the same as I, the same as countless other beings in the galaxy.”

Obi-Wan took a too-shaky breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.  It was that simple.  That logical.  That impossible.”

“Obi-Wan,” she said, horribly gentle.  “What are you really afraid of?”

“Failing him.”

It left his mouth without hesitation and he realised he’d never known that before.  And that he’d always known it.  And that he didn’t know who ‘he’ was.  And that he knew exactly who ‘he’ was.

Luminara, blessedly, did not ask.

“It is not your failing,” she said.  “It’s nobody’s fault.  The flu is indiscriminate.”

“I know,” he said.

“Bant is a wonderful healer.  Anakin is in good hands.”

“I know,” he said again.

“This isn’t helping, is it?”

“Not really.”

She stood, taking their bowls.  He was surprised to notice that his was empty, too.

“Come,” she said.  “We’re going for a walk.”

This was not the first time one of Obi-Wan’s friends had forced him to go for a walk.  It had, in fact, happened on so many separate occasions that he sometimes wondered if he’d been mistaken for a massif.  Usually, the walk was to the Room of a Thousand Fountains.  It was Obi-Wan’s favourite room, so his friends tried to take him whenever he was stressed.  The sound of rushing water was an excellent soundtrack for meditation, and the Living Force was strong there, reminding Obi-Wan a great deal of his Master.

(For Obi-Wan’s part, he greatly preferred visiting the fountains when in a good mood, lest he attach negative memories to it.)

That was not where Luminara took him.

Luminara took him to the Temple doors and then beyond them, breezing easily past his protests.  She led the way through winding roads he didn’t recognise, and that was when he realised this really was a walk, not a euphemism for a short stroll followed by enforced meditation.

He’d never been more relieved in his life.

“I did not think meditation would be helpful,” she said.  Apparently he’d been projected.

“It wouldn’t have been,” he said.  “I’m too…”

“Wired?”

“Anxious.”  He might as well call it what it was.  “When Anakin’s better, maybe then I can, but right now…”

She hushed him, but it was gentle, kind, slightly amused.  “Don’t think.  Just walk.”

He obeyed.  This was Luminara, after all.  She was easy to trust.  Easy to follow.

She took him through the mid-levels of Coruscant, but kept them distant from anywhere he knew.  Likely wanted to keep his brain from latching onto something familiar to dwell on.  Instead he let himself drift amongst the smells of the city - the engines flying above, the shops and carts of the streets below - and focussed on the sounds of footsteps, his and hers, doubled over each other, and his and Qui-Gon’s, which would never meet again, and his and Anakin’s, that sometimes seemed to stretch out ahead forever, setting the path Obi-Wan would walk for the rest of his life.

“I worry about attachment.”

Luminara’s footsteps did not falter.  There was a flicker in the Force, a quiet triumph, smothered quickly by the blanket of her shields.  Obi-Wan did not begrudge her that.

“I know that one day he’ll be knighted and I’ll have to let him go,” he said, because he did know that.  “And it’s not that I want to keep him from that.   It’s just…”

Still they kept walking.  He stared down at the floor, neon lights reflected and distorted in puddles of something that wasn’t rain.

“I think that losing him would destroy me.”  The truth of it damn near choked him.  “Whatever came out wouldn’t be Obi-Wan anymore.”

There was heartbreak in Luminara’s eyes, but her voice did not waver.  “Is that how you feel without Qui-Gon?”

He was already shaking his head before she finished the question.  “It was hard, but I survived it.”

“Then what is the difference?”

“He’s my Padawan.  It’s my duty to protect him.  To raise him to knighthood.”  He tugged at his fringe.  He’d decided to grow his hair out, but right now it only frustrated him by failing to be as grippable as his braid had been.  “I swore to him that he would be a Jedi.”

Luminara nodded.  “And?”

Damn her.  Damn her for knowing that wasn’t it, damn her for knowing better than Obi-Wan did what was bothering him.  Probably she’d known it even before coming to fetch him.  Probably she’d been trying to draw it out of him this entire blasted time. 

She was good like that, even when Obi-Wan really wished she wasn’t.

“I promised Qui-Gon that I would train him,” he said at last.  “So failure doesn’t just hurt Anakin, it betrays the last thing Master Jinn ever asked of me.”

“I am proud of you for seeing it,” she said.  She also began leading the way home, which confirmed Obi-Wan’s theories.  “Now I wonder, are you attached to Anakin, or to your promise?”

“I…”  He considered it.  The thought of failing his Master was devastating.  The idea of hurting Anakin was… impossible.  “I don’t know.”

Luminara nodded like she’d expected that, and looped her arm with his.  “A question to be worked through with a mind healer, perhaps?”

It was a hint about as subtle as a smack to the head.  He bowed his, with a rueful smile.  “I think you may be right.”

She smiled right back.  “I often am.”

They reached the Temple suspiciously quickly.  Obi-Wan suspected a shortcut.

(He resolved, on a less emotional day, to have Luminara teach him the route.)

He stopped at the door, and she stopped too.  It was hard to meet her eyes, but he forced himself to.  “Thank you,” he said.  “For-”

His comm beeped urgently and he frowned at it, losing his train of thought.  Luminara gestured for him to answer, so she no doubt had an excellent view of his face going pale, of the guilt flooding back in an unholy rush.

“Forgive me,” he said, “I have to-”

“Go,” she said simply, and Obi-Wan ran.

From: Bantling (Work)

A’s awake, asking for you.

Cannot settle him.

Sorry to ask, please come back.

“Master!”

Anakin’s eyes were wide, and his bottom lip was trembling, and his skin was pale and clammy, and Force, Obi-Wan never should have left him.

“Padawan,” he said, trying not to show his emotion too plainly.  “How are you feeling?”

“You said you’d stay!”

“I know,” he said, going to Anakin’s side, taking the familiar seat.  “I know, Padawan.  I’m sorry.”

Anakin settled a little as Obi-Wan ran a hand over his forehead, brushing the fringe back from his sweat-sticky face.  He still, however, looked perfectly miserable.  “You left me alone.”

Somehow, Obi-Wan sensed that mentioning Bant’s presence would not be the right move.

“I won’t do it again,” he said.

“I had nightmares without you.”

“I’m here now.  You can go back to sleep.”

“You promise you won’t leave me?”

Bant tried to catch his eye.  Obi-Wan steadfastly ignored her.  “I promise.”

[briamichellewrites]

42

Brian woke up next to Matt. He had to use the bathroom, so he got up slowly to prevent the blood from rushing to his head. He coughed as he stepped into the bathroom. After closing the door, he did his business. Matt woke up to find him gone. A few minutes later, he came walking slowly back to bed. How was he doing? He had a headache. After getting back into bed, he wrapped his arms around him while he laid his head on his shoulder. He kissed his forehead.

The morning sun was coming in through the windows. It was beautiful outside. He wanted him to try walking around the block with him for exercise when he got home later. Since Mike was picking him up, he had to get ready to leave. He helped him walk down the stairs to the kitchen. He had a list of food that he should be eating for his heart. Fresh fruits and vegetables; and whole grains.

He had a bowl of cereal with a glass of orange juice. When he was done eating, they went back upstairs. The band had no idea about Brian’s health problems until he showed up with Mike. He was moving slowly and didn’t look very well. After sitting down, Brad asked if he was okay. Not as well as he usually was. What happened? He had coronary heart disease. What did that mean? It meant that his smoking habit caused his arteries to become clogged.

He was on medication to relax the blood vessels to allow oxygen to flow through his heart. Was it curable? No, it was only treatable with medication, changing his diet, quitting smoking, and exercising. He had a great chance of a normal life, though he did have to be careful about not overdoing anything. Did he quit smoking? Yes, both he and his father did.

Mike confiscated their cigarettes and threw them into the garbage. Joe commended him for doing that. He thanked him. They laughed. It would be worth it in the end.

“My boyfriend stayed the night with me. He wants me to walk around the neighborhood with him later.”

“I had my doubts about Matt but I can see how much he loves you and I’m sorry for doubting him”, Mike said.

“You were just being protective.”

While the band worked, he sat back and listened. It was just like when he was twelve years old. He was fascinated with everything they were doing and very curious. Mike remembered him watching from over his shoulder. He would tilt his head slightly as he silently tried to figure out what he was doing on the soundboard. Don’t touch anything. That’s what his father told him the first time he dropped him off with them. He still had that curiosity six years later.

Despite not feeling well, he tried to have an outgoing attitude and not complain. His heart was trying to heal itself from the damage he had accidentally caused. Brad was not having a good time quitting smoking. He was trying to keep himself busy to distract himself from wanting a cigarette. After a few hours, he gave up and went to fetch his cigarettes. Until he couldn’t find them.

I threw them away. Remember? – Mike

He groaned because he forgot. Brian. He was doing it for him… and his health. It was a miracle he didn’t have heart or lung issues. He never should have gotten him started smoking. What if he was predisposed to having heart problems? They didn’t know his birth parents’ medical history, so it was possible. He wished they did know because it would make things a lot easier.

Damn you. – Brad

He loved him, too. During a break, Brian got up to use the bathroom again. Dave volunteered to go with him, just to make sure he didn’t fall. He patted him on the shoulder. Joe jokingly asked Chester if he was going outside to smoke. He felt bad because he wanted to but then he thought about Brian.

Rob brought up how maybe he should quit, too. It would be great for his voice. He sighed. He would look into it. Brad assured him that Brian would not be offended if he went outside for a cigarette. He would be right back, then. After grabbing his carton and lighter, he went outside. Rob mentioned how he should talk to Brad about quitting. Mike agreed he would invite him over and introduce him.

The three of them could quit together. Brian managed to use the bathroom without falling. He also washed his hands. When they got back, he had a snack Matt packed for him of cut-up fruits he found in his refrigerator. He thought it was adorable how he had done that for him. Mike had to laugh when he brought out the Tupperware container.

“Matt?”

“Of course.”

“You two are adorable together.”

Who was Matt? Matt Damon, Brian’s boyfriend. He was a little older than them but he was great for him. The actor? Yeah, they were not going to come out with their relationship to the public because he didn’t want that attention on his personal life. They had been dating for a few months and had recently become official. That seemed a little sketchy to Rob, Brad, and Chester.

They didn’t want to accuse him of cheating until they had proof. But still. It seemed sketchy. Mike could tell how it was coming across. They weren’t going to say anything in front of Brian. Instead, they acted happy for him. He pulled out an envelope from his bag and opened it up. What was that? It was something Mark sent him in response to the New Kids On The Block cd he sent him. He pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. What did it say?

You little shit. – Mark Wahlberg

That’s awesome! What was he going to do with it? He didn’t know yet but he would find a place for it. When he got it in the mail, he laughed his ass off. Maybe he would put it on the dashboard of his car right by Bob, his bobblehead. It was later that the band met Matt when he came to pick Brian up. He introduced himself to them while also saying hello to Mike.

“I got you Chipotle!”

“You are the best boyfriend ever!”

They laughed as he handed him the bag. Inside was his favorite steak and chicken bowl with cheese, lettuce, mild salsa, and corn. Was that worth waiting for? Always. Chester asked if there was a story behind this. Yes, he wanted him to get it for him the previous evening. He was not going to drive there just for that at eight-thirty. They laughed. He was invited to sit down and join them, so he did.

While talking to him, they realized how wrong they were. He was not using him to hide another girlfriend. Matt genuinely loved Brian. After they left, Rob mentioned that. Mike could tell why they would be suspicious of that but no, Matt didn’t want to come out because he didn’t want that attention on his personal life. He was also not comfortable with being open like Brian was. There was genuine love between them.

Matt was walking backward as Brian struggled to keep up with him. They had eaten dinner and were walking around the neighborhood. I’m going to kick your ass. He laughed because he would have to catch up with him first. How was he going to beat Mark Wahlberg at basketball if he couldn’t keep up?

He was going to fucking beat his Boston ass at basketball. Matt laughed again. One foot in front of the other. He had to stop a few times to catch his breath. When he did, Matt stopped too to make sure he was okay. It took them almost an hour before they got back home. He congratulated him, as he used his shirt to wipe his face. Thank you. They both went into his living room, where he lay down on the couch. I fucking did it! Matt kissed him and congratulated him again.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

[s-uwu-binie]

almost

➻ choi yeonjun x reader (gender neutral)

➻ slight angst to fluff

➻ college au

➻ requested by anon <3

⤷ he's always here for you, always there to catch you if you fall. so, why does it hurt to see you dance around him, close as can be, but never touching. will it always be an almost?

a dream.

that’s what yeonjun thought of you every time you looked him in the eyes as your glowing orbs bore into his soul. he can’t believe he met someone like you, and he thanks the universe every day for it. but no matter how much he loves you, he knows he can’t quite reach you the way he wants to. and he doesn’t know what to do, should he leave and find someone else? or should he stay and pursue this with you?

and as for you, you knew. you were aware of the deep feelings yeonjun harbored. but could he blame you for the way you felt? you’ve gone through heartbreak after heartbreak that you became hesitant when it came to the word love. so, why does your hand go sweaty and clammy when he holds you? why does your heart rate pick up whenever he meets your eyes? why do your cheeks burn every time he comes close?

you know what he feels for you is true, but somehow, thoughts of another person leaving your life still flash in your mind, reminding you of the possible consequences that may come if you say yes. so, instead of confronting and being honest with your feelings, you shoved them down somewhere deep where no one could ever find them.

“hey, i’m heading out now,” yeonjun called out from the front door of your shared apartment as he adjusted the hem of his jacket, hand on the doorknob. “hmm, as long as you come back home, i don’t really care,” you hummed in content, snuggling in your blankets.

a gasp slipped from yeonjun, “but what if i’m too drunk to come home?” he let go of the door and walked to your draped form on the couch, “will you come to get me?”

you looked at him all dressed up in his attire for the night, ignoring the butterflies that are starting to bloom in your stomach. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, hands gently pushing his face away, “you wish, now go! you don’t want to keep bin waiting.”

“you call him bin, but you don’t call me junie,” yeonjun pouted at the nickname. you sighed, “okay, junie, you can go now.” the pout on his face slowly transitioned to a cocky grin, “alright, i’ll be back late so, don’t wait for me.” he turned and made a beeline towards the door. “see you, bub!” and just like that, he’s out the door.

to pass the time, you turned on the tv and binge-watched your favorite series while you munched on your chips and chugged your soda. you stayed like that for hours on end, unmoving, not even getting distracted as your eyes concentrated on the actors on screen.

well, until a push notification popped up from your phone. pausing your show, you grabbed your phone and opened the notif.

oh, yeonjun posted on insta.

you got giddy to see what he’s up to, ready to hype up your best friend. your finger swiped through his recent post, admiring the way his chain necklace shone under the restaurant lights. It was nice seeing the two versions of him. the one that leaves his bowl in the sink after eating his cereal, and the other where he dressed in designer clothes as he posed like a model.

you continued swiping until you got to the last photo of the post. you immediately felt your blood run cold, and it left you frozen in place. right there on your screen was an unfamiliar face staring back at you as they posed with their arms, hugging yeonjun's waist with the biggest smile on their face.

oh.

the feeling that churned in your stomach wasn’t something you found comfort in. it’s radiating green. you weren’t supposed to feel like this, to begin with. it’s not exactly surprising to see yeonjun with someone else, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn't hurt. being in denial for so long, it felt like he was vanishing before your eyes, and you haven’t made a move yet. but then, you remembered, he isn’t yours. yeonjun doesn't belong to you. shame flowed in your veins.

right, we’re not together. you thought.

“hey, are you okay?’ a hand placed itself on your tense shoulder. the sudden action made you flinch back without meaning to.”calm down, it’s just me,” yeonjun waved his hands in front of you before he put them down when he noticed the lack of reaction from you.

“is something wrong?”

“when did you get here?” you avoided his eyes as you focused on resuming your show.

“just a minute ago, you were spacing out tho.” he glanced back at you. “something up?”

you looked over your shoulder before averting your eyes back to the tv, “nope, just peachy.” yeonjun let out a hum of disapproval, tilting his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you. “you sure?” the only response he got was a nod from you.

having enough of the lack of acknowledgement, yeonjun sat down on the space beside you, hands interlocked as he waited for you to speak. “okay, clearly something is up. what happened when i was gone.”

you happened.

“it's nothing.” you sighed. “let’s drop it, please.”

“no, something is up with you. you know i can’t sleep when you’re having troubles.”

“it's not that deep, yeonjun. it's not even worth talking about.”

“but it might help if you did.”

yeonjun and his great personality, you grimaced.

“did you have fun tonight?” you asked, obviously trying to change the topic.and yeonjun took notice of this, he relents. thinking it might help you open up if he talks first.

“well, we went to a buffet, so that’s fun. i think soobin even choked on a piece of chicken,” he leaned back on the couch. “oh! and we ran into an old friend from middle school.”

ah, a friend.

“hm, really? how did it go?” your eyebrows raised in question. “were they nice?”

yeonjun nodded cheekily, “yep, they even gave me their number. so, we can catch up.”

“oh, you have plans already?” you feigned interest, but the green monster inside you grumbled in boiling jealousy. a soft chuckle left yeonjun's lips as he shook his head with a teasing smirk, “aw, don’t worry, babe. i’m still yours no matter what. no need to get jealous.” the frown on your face only drooped lower that is unnoticeable to other people, but yeonjun being the person who knew you best, knew something was wrong.

shoot, did i say something wrong? did i go too far? yeonjun thought.

his hands came up to your cheeks, palms softly caressing the skin, “hey, hey. i’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. i wasn’t thinking.” yeonjun blurted out strings of apologies while he held your shocked face in between his palms.

“n-no, it’s not like that, jun.” your hands reached up to pull his hands away, fearing that he might feel the shift of temperature on your face, but yeonjun didn’t budge. instead, he only felt his heart skip a beat. his hands traveled to your back, which resulted in him enclosing you in his arms.

“you’re hurting me, you know?” yeonjun’s voice rang in your ear while you felt the soft feeling of his hair tickle your neck.

your hands went to his chest as you gently pushed him off to look him in the eye. “what?”

yeonjun sighed as he huffed in frustration. “i need you to tell me the truth, y/n.” the tension in his body began to build up, and it'\’s ready to explode. the atmosphere shifted and thickened once he stood up to gain space to breathe.

“the friend i met with is just that, a friend, nothing more. if that’s what you’re worried about,” yeonjun dug his head low as he stared at the ground, hard. a wave of shock crashed unto you while you gazed at his back, “yeonjun, where is this coming fro-”

“i‘m saying that i can’t handle this anymore.” yeonjun trailed a hand through his locks.

you frowned. “handle what.”

yeonjun abruptly spun back around to you. staring at him closely, you can make out the tears threatening to spill from his eyelids. “this,” he gestured to you and him as his chest deliberately started to heave in harsh breaths.

your breaths became heavier once you took a grasp of the conversation. the empty hole in your heart started to hurt in one way you knew so well.

“we both know we aren’t just friends, y/n.” he sniffed, lifting his sleeves to wipe at his tears.

your breath hitched.

were you going to deny it? you already knew to yourself that you also loved him the way he loves you. so, why does it hurt to deny it?

“yeonjun,” you paused. ”it’s not that easy, okay.”

“all i want is for you to tell me the truth,” his voice cracked towards the end of his sentence. “do you love me like how i love you?”

“i…”

the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking any further. you hung your head low as you clutched to your shirt with a deadly grip. the future of your relationship with yeonjun depended solely on what you would answer. you just knew you could never go back to the way things were before.

would it be right to tell him now? would he leave like what the others did?

the hidden chest that held your feelings cracked opened in the slightest bit.

in the softest and most quiet voice, you could manage to let out a small, “i do.” and as if the world shifted, your clammy hands lost their sweat, and the tight sensation in your chest loosened up. it was now all out in the open, and there was no going back now. the only thing missing is the man’s response, who stood in front of you with widened eyes and a furiously beating heart that felt like it could explode.

yeonjun swallowed and let out a timid chortle. “i’'ve been waiting for you to say that for like,” he paused to gaze at your nervous form. “...forever.”

to think about it, you have loved yeonjun for way longer than you wanted to admit. you thought back to the time he waited for you in the rain with your favorite snack as he waited for your classes to end, the time he would trace words of encouragement in your palms when you felt like nobody cared, or the time he treated you with such kindness and fondness that only you could witness. denial has always been a part of your routine that you didn’t notice about all the things you were pushing away.

“so, what do you think of date night?” yeonjun hesitantly reached for your hands. his calloused fingers contrasted with how soft he caressed the skin. yeonjun's eyes trailed to the paused tv show before turning back to you with a grin.

“sure, why not?” you smiled.

“i promise i’ll treat you right. we don’t have to rush into anything. we’re going to take it step by step.”

almost. a word you assumed would stick to you forever, but that thought is immediately thrown out the window as yeonjun held you tight to his warm chest with your favorite drama playing on the screen. and you were more than delighted to realize that this felt something more than an almost. it was more than enough.

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[jimmymcgools]

One scene from BCS that stuck in my mind: where Kim cries while hearing Jimmy read Chuck's letter to him (after funeral, in the kitchen).

I keep wondering why she was crying, it seems like it should be obvious but i feel like it was actually really cryptic.

This is all i came up with three options:

1. She knows Chuck is manipulating Jimmy and it's sad he doesn't love him because Jimmy really loves Chuck

2. She knows Chuck means what he wrote but just could never show it (and maybe she relates to that) and it's sad

3. She's been through something like that herself

although those are probably too specific and it's an array of things, but i could talk about it forever!!

So I'd be interested to read, why do you think she was crying?

All hail BCS !!! best show ever :D

hi!! thank you so much for asking. i agree, it's such a great scene!

it's a shame that the silly reddit "kim wrote the letter" theory got so popular, because i love to hear what the writers and actors have to say, and with this one they've had to spend time debunking that (which, bless them!) instead of spending the precious commentary or podcast time on the actual meat of it.

i feel like i should kick things off with my own take on the letter. i think it's a genuine effort from chuck to express some pride and relief towards jimmy (because it's relief, right? i'm not worried about you anymore). i always figured he wrote it in ~1997ish, which in my own timeline would line up with his divorce from rebecca.

it makes sense to me. he has to untangle his affairs after the divorce. he has to decide if jimmy gets any of his estate and he'd be thinking about jimmy (and also maybe thinking about the kind of brother he'd like be in death).

but then because he's chuck mcgill, he typed it and signed it and sealed it away.

but on to the kim scene!

and, ironically after all that, i think the contents of chuck's letter is almost irrelevant to her reaction. it doesn’t *help* that jimmy is reading words she knows he would’ve killed to hear for so many years, but it’s like she says in 4x10 -- it’s the way he reads it.

he’s so dispassionate and numb. he’s clearly burying his grief so deep that it’s not just that he’s not letting her see it, he’s not even letting himself feel it. he’s been acting like that since howard’s visit, but chuck’s letter is like an explosive charge -- no matter the contents, it’s gonna be powerful, it’s gonna do *something*, right?

she waits to give it to him. because she thinks it could be the thing that breaks him ( “am i really supposed to do this? to him?)

but he reads it and nothing changes.

that’s scary and she doesn’t know what to do. if jimmy broke down crying here, i think it would be a relief. it’s easier to know how to comfort a person who is grieving that outwardly. it’s a lot harder when jimmy is buzzing around making juice and coffee (with a little cinnamon in it! for flavour!).

(side note: i love how bob performs the letter reading scene. jimmy is so fidgety. his voice is calm but this is a cinnamon-coffee-breakfast-sandwich whirlwind of distraction, too. he’s eating cereal and drinking and wiping his face. i think there’s a part of jimmy that needs to get through this letter without cracking, because *he’s* so terrified of what might happen when he does. so he doesn’t look at kim and he keeps eating his damn cheerios)

(but he also makes her stay to listen to it. he turns the letter reading into a performance. it’s another way of hiding from real emotions, right? he can’t really do this blithe cereal-cronching show if it’s just him and the letter alone in a room)

so kim cries. she loves him and she wants to comfort him but i think this dispassionate reading of the one thing she thought was sure to be explosive is like... it shows just how much bigger and how much more daunting the gulf really is, between jimmy and his emotions. and the gulf between the way jimmy is grieving, and the way kim is grieving (because all her own grief is tangled up in there, too, and she hasn’t really had a chance to process that either)

i mean, i think kim *knows* that jimmy is acting like this whirlwind clown specifically so he doesn’t have to feel anything. of course she knows.

but if there’s that cavernous void between jimmy and his emotions, and jimmy’s not sharing them with her, and he’s not letting himself feel them at all, then she can’t respond to them, y’know? it’s making her powerless. if she wants to comfort jimmy then she’d have to argue with him first, because he’s going to tell her he’s fine! he doesn’t need comforting!

so jimmy is burying the monster and now kim can’t do anything to fight the monster, but she knows it’s there, festering and getting darker. terrifying.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Six. Movies and Speedruns

warnings: swearing, many memes word count: 3.8k (not including pictures) (wow okay ash pop off!) 

behind the screen (irl!dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: LETS ALL JUST AGREE TO NOT LOOK AT THE DATES ON TWEETS AND STUFF BC SOME CHAPTERS ARE SO SCUFFED WITH DATES!!!! JUST KNOW THIS STORY STARTS MID NOVEMBER!!!!!!!! (in a world where covid doesn’t exist btw)

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Unknowingly and unintentionally, Y/n let out a big sigh as she poured a glass of water.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" Naomi asked gently, coming up behind her and hugging her tightly.

"Peter."

Naomi hummed, a sign that she was waiting for Y/n to lead the conversation so she could follow because if it were up to Naomi, she would immediately start trash-talking Peter and she wasn't sure if that was the vibe right now or not.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief as she jumped up to sit on the counter. "He got so mad when he found out I slept over at Karl's."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I wish you would just cut him off completely."

"I don't know. I know I should but... part of me wonders if he could ever go back to how he was when I met him. I would probably date that guy again but not who he turned out to be."

Naomi looked horrified. "No. You sound like you're considering hearing him out. No, is that a joke? He's a bad person."

"I'm not," Y/n reassured. "I'm just thinking hypothetically. Probably because I miss having someone..."

"Y/n, you have a ton of thirsty people in your mentions. If you really want someone that bad, just scroll through, land on one and I bet they're a million times better than that sack of burned potatoes."

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled lightly. "Most of those are jokes."

"Not all of them," she teased.

"I know you're going to tell me anyway so just say it. Who specifically do you think isn't joking?"

"Dream," Naomi sang.

"Okay, crazy." Y/n reached over, staying seated on the counter as she grabbed a bowl from a cabinet on her left. She then leaned all the way right, reaching as far as she could, but couldn't quite grab a cereal box from the top of the refrigerator.

Naomi rolled her eyes as she helped, handing Y/n the box. She even went the extra step to get Y/n a spoon and the milk because she was that nice. "I'm not joking. Neither is he. Karl and I have talked about it and we both agree."

Y/n paused at her friend's words, her hand hovering over the milk that Naomi held out for her. "You guys gossip about my love life?"

Naomi set the milk next to Y/n, tired of holding it out for her. "Of course? Like we don't do that about Karl? Or you and him about me?"

She couldn't argue there.

"Karl says there's a different vibe from Dream when you join calls and I believe it. I mean, I've seen it during streams myself so I can only imagine how much more obviously in love with you he is during private calls.

"That 'vibe' is Karl's delusional mind creating things. He's too scared to talk to cameragirl so he's projecting onto Dream and I."

"Yeah, okay," Naomi agreed sarcastically.

Y/n huffed. "Besides, he's in Florida. I'm in North Carolina, in case you weren't aware."

"So you're saying if you lived in the same state, you'd date him?"

"I didn't say that." She honestly had never thought of it. Sure she liked hanging out with Dream and her stomach got butterflies when he talked directly to her and he made her smile harder than anyone ever had and he—

And she didn't like him like that. She had only officially met the guy like a week and a half ago and she didn't know what he looked like. There was no way you could catch feelings for someone without seeing them.

Naomi's expression fell again. "Distance doesn't matter, anyway."

"I swear if you say something about George I will slap you," she threatened through a smile and Naomi gave her an innocent grin back.

"If you're lonely, get on Tinder, not Peter. Or get on Dream. I have no qualms with that."

"Peter isn't even an option, Naomi." Y/n sighed, ignoring the comment about Dream.  "Also," she swallowed the last of her cereal and set the bowl down with a clank. "I'm gonna tell Peter I don't want to be friends anymore. Dream and George can be added to the list of Peter haters."

"You talked to them about it?"

She nodded. "You know how I have little gossip sessions with George? Well, Dream was there too this time."

"Well, of course Dream would hate Peter. We've established that he likes you."

"No, no, you and Karl delusionally hypothesized that."

Naomi tapped the counter methodically, a sign Y/n knew to signal that she was thinking hard. "Somehow, one day, I'll prove he does."

"Good luck."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yes," Y/n perked up. "Go pick something, I'll get blankets."

She went to her room, grabbing her favorite cuddling blankets. She started leaving her room when she heard a ding on her open desktop, signaling that she had a call incoming from Discord. Cool timing.

"I'll be just a second, Naomi!" she called across the house before dropping the blankets on her bed and sliding her headset on, answering the call from Dream. "Hi, Dream!" She sat on her chair and tucked her knees to her chest.

"Hi," he greeted sweetly. "How are you doing today?"

"Much better than when we last talked. How are you?"

"Great now that I'm talking to you," he said smoothly. Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Are you busy?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My roommate and I are about to watch a movie."

"Ooh, what movie?"

"Not sure yet. Any suggestions?"

"Dark Knight. Unless you wanted me to say, like, Tangled or something."

"Yeah, girls' night is exclusively princess movies. Do you know nothing?"

"Apparently," he said with a laugh.

"What's up?"

"Oh, well, I was just gonna see if you wanted to be on call later with me, George, and Sapnap while I stream speedruns, but you're hanging out with your roommate so nevermind."

"Oh," Y/n deflated. "That sounds fun."

"I can push it back if you want to be part of it. If not, that's fine. I just thought it would be cool."

"No, no, no I really do want to, but I don't want you to have to push it back. When were you planning on starting?"

"In about an hour."

"I'll just join later if you're still playing. If that's okay that I come late."

"No. You have to be on time or not at all," he joked. "Of course that's fine," he assured. "And if I'm not playing anymore, you can still join... we usually talk for forever after we play games and it's fun. I would, er, we would love for you to hang out with us."

Y/n couldn't help the large smile on her face from staying even after they hung up and she walked back into the living room with her pile of blankets. She couldn't help it even when Naomi pointed it out and asked why she was so happy.

"Oh, uh, I've been invited to join Dream and them later for a stream."

"That vague answer doesn't warrant the shit-eating grin you have."

Y/n shrugged and cuddled more into her blankets. "What movie did you pick?"

*****

As the end credits rolled across the screen, Y/n yawned and looked over to Naomi in the dark. She was out like a light. Y/n stood up and made sure Naomi was covered in the blanket and she had a pillow. She crept back to her room and slid her headphones on, pulling up Discord where she saw the three boys' names still in a voice call.

She pulled up Twitch on her second monitor and looked for Dream's stream. It was already about an hour in. She clicked on it and her headphones echoed with the sound of George and Sapnap laughing like they said the funniest thing in the world.

"Shut up," Dream muttered. "Guys, what were the coords for the portal? Seriously, come on."

"Nobody tell him," George joked.

"George!"

"Where's Bugsyyyy?" Sapnap whined. "I want her to make fun of you with us."

"Half the stuff we're making fun of him for is about his big fat crush on her so..."

"George!" Dream yelled again. "No, it's not!"

Y/n smiled as she heard that, knowing it was a joke but laughing at the way Dream laughed at the accusation. She knew it wasn't serious or else they wouldn't talk about it on stream. George and Sapnap teased a lot, but certainly, they wouldn't out someone's crush in front of a hundred thousand viewers live.

"Oh!" Sapnap spoke out loud as George laughed loudly, both reading the text at the same time. "Speaking of..."

Dream waited for either of the two boys to elaborate but neither of them offered one. "What happened?"

"Bugsy texted us," George said off-handedly, typing a response to her. "She's coming in a second."

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?" Sapnap laughed.

"You guys have a groupchat?"

"Aw, jealous?" George asked.

Y/n joined at that moment, the first sentence coming from her Discord instead of Twitch being from Sapnap saying, "Would it make you more jealous to know our group name is Bugsy's Boys?"

"No, Sapnap, that's the one with Karl," George corrected. "The one with just you, me, and her is Bugsy's Boyfriends."

"WhAT?"

"I still don't approve of that, by the way," Y/n commented.

"Bugsy!!" Sapnap giggled happily. "You're finally here!"

"BUGSY!" George cheered.

"Hi guys!" Y/n laughed at the enthusiasm she was greeted with. "Hi, Dream!"

There was a few seconds of silence before, "Dream!!" George yelled right before the death screen appeared on the Twitch tab still opened on Y/n's right screen. "You idiot, what are you doing?! Why did you throw that run??"

She covered her mouth with the hoodie collar and laughed. "Off to a great start, bud."

"NO!" Dream yelled, knocking something, or somethings, off his desk. "Noooo! I didn't throw it, George, I FELL! Oh, that was going to be such a good run."

"What happened? How did you miss that huge ravine?" George asked while laughing. "It was literally right in the open. You didn't even try to use your water bucket."

"I-I was... I was distracted."

"By what? The completely open field with nothing blocking your vision?" Sapnap criticized with a laugh as well.

Y/n giggled to herself before letting her eyes trail to his chat, which was filled with the same accusations and guesses.

user5: BUGSY!

user2: DISTRACTED BY BUGSYS VOICE

user4: imagine saying hi so cutely that you make a man fall into a ravine

user1: are they dumb? obviously bugsy saying hi made his brain short-circut

user6: guys stop it wasn't bc she said hi. it was the g i g g l e

user3: DISTRACTED BY BUGSY!!!!

user8: HI BUGSY

user10: how to kill a man: hire bugsy to giggle and say hi directly to him

Y/n immediately blushed and covered her face again. She really had a habit of hiding even when no one could see her.

"Oh my gosh," Dream groaned, leaving the world and starting a new one. "Oh. My. Gosh. That's so annoying. I was doing so good."

"Oh," Sapnap laughed. "I understand now."

"What? What did I miss?" George asked.

"Just read chat," Sapnap explained. "They have the answer. Dream, your chat is so smart. Thanks for solving the mystery, chat!"

"No, they aren't ri— that isn't true!" Dream defended. "Chat, shut up."

"You sure?" Y/n asked teasingly, watching as his character paused when she started talking. Was she really making him this flustered just by talking? Surely not. He was just playing into the joke. He continued playing without saying anything, which made George and Sapnap laugh more.

The subject eventually changed and the atmosphere quickly became more relaxed and chill. Tonight was not a feral night like George had texted in all caps.

"Hey George," Y/n started, biting on her hoodie string with a smile because she knew Naomi would hear this when she watched the VOD the next day. "My roommate says hello."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered, making her laugh. "Let it go."

"Wow, I guess that's one way to treat your fans..."

"Fine," he sighed. "Tell her I say hello."

"Well, not if you don't mean it," Y/n teased.

"Yeah, George, you sound so unenthusiastic?" Sapnap asked.

"He's just flustered," Dream commented. "It's okay George, you can have feelings."

"Dream, you fell into a ravine because Bugsy said hi."

"Oh, come on! That's not—I just— I missed the jump! That's it!"

"I'm not flustered or unenthusiastic, I'm just tired, okay?" George explained, ignoring Dream, a yawn spilling out of him to prove it.

Y/n smiled. "Well, you could always let me give her your number if you really want..."

"No. If she had Discord you could give her that but not my phone number."

"Wait, really?" Y/n gasped. "Seriously?"

George laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"YES! Okay, a huge win for the girls. Well, a huge loss for the fangirls but a huge win for the girls of this apartment."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered and she could practically see him rubbing his face in embarrassment.

"I'll send you her hashtag when she makes one so you know who to add back."

"She's going to make an account just to talk to George?" Sapnap giggled.

"Yes, dude!" Y/n defended. "She at least wants to be his friend, let her shoot her shot!"

Dream ended the steam soon after, not being able to focus enough to beat the end on any of his runs. He had streamed for just under two hours so he seemed to be getting tired as well. George went to bed soon after and after 20 minutes of talking with Sapnap and Dream, Sapnap mysteriously disappeared.

Y/n was about to leave as well, not wanting Dream to feel obligated to stay on the call with her when he spoke up.

"Does Naomi actually like George?"

"Yeah, she does."

"Then I want him to accept her love."

Y/n laughed. "How is he with long-distance relationships?"

"Well, he and I do just fine..." Dream joked. "Oh, not what you meant. I don't know, you guys are the ones that talk about each other's love lives apparently."

"You're still bitter about that?"

"Yes!"

"Suck it up," she laughed. "Naomi would do probably anything to date him so I doubt distance is a problem for her."

"George's sleep schedule is completely messed up, so the time difference wouldn't matter too much. And when he comes to America they can meet in person."

"Wait, he's coming to America?" Y/n gasped happily. "When?"

"There's no set date, but yeah eventually. He'll probably just come to Florida but we've all talked about having a huge meetup with a lot of our friends."

"Oh... cool..."

"Bug? You know you'd be invited to that, right?"

"Oh, really?" she smiled.

"Of course. You're part of the group now."

"Sick," she muttered to herself, but he heard.

"Bug, you're one of my favorite people, do you know that?"

She blushed. "Really?"

"Really."

"You barely know me, Dream."

"Yeah, well, I know enough to know that I'm sorta attached to you."

"Attached to me? In what way?"

He suddenly sounded nervous as if his brain caught up with what his mouth was saying. "I don't know, nevermind."

"No, Dream, what do you mean?" her voice was soft and understanding and it made him feel safe.

"I just... I don't know. I care about you a lot. We met only, what, like a week or two ago, and I already worry about you a lot. Playing games doesn't feel the same anymore unless you're playing with us."

"To be fair, we have been tweeting at each other for much longer than a week or two."

"Yeah, that's true. But it's not the same as actually talking to you."

She smiled shyly. "I care about you a lot too, Clay." His name sounded strange as if it suddenly made everything much more serious. "Sorry, that just kinda slipped. I won't call you Clay if you don't want me to—"

"No, it's okay, it, uh, I like hearing you... say it. But, uh, you can call me whatever you want."

She smiled widely at the nervousness in his voice and the hard pounding of her heart. "I've heard from multiple people that you never stop talking about me."

He laughed timidly. "Maybe. Do you talk about me?"

"Ask Karl," she giggled. "My guess is yes." Her stomach felt tingly and her hands shook lightly. Why did she feel like this all of a sudden? It was late, she reasoned. That, or it was because Naomi had planted the seed of curiosity in her mind. Did Dream like her? No... right?

"I'm sorry if my chat was making you uncomfortable at the beginning when I died..."

"Don't worry, I wasn't uncomfortable."

"It was true, by the way," he paused, "what they were saying. Just... in case you were wondering."

Y/n couldn't wipe the smile off her face, which was growing painful at this point. "What, my voice makes your brain short-circut? That was one comment I saw."

Dream laughed. "More like your entire presence, but... yeah I guess so."

How is someone supposed to respond to something like that? The sweetness in his voice almost made her sick but in a good way.

And just like when he named her Minecraft flower something sweet knowing that no one would see it, why was he still playing up the joke when no one was around?

Not knowing what to say, she decided to let him in on a little secret. "If it matters, you're one of my favorite people too."

"It does."

There was a deathly moment of tense silence as if both of them were screaming to say something but neither did.

"Basically, if we do have a meet-up, I'll sue you if you don't come."

Y/n laughed. "My pockets are empty, sir, so... good luck."

He laughed and it was music to her ears.

"Are you not nervous to show everyone your face? Like, if or when we do all get together."

"Not really. Especially not if it's just to our friends. Are you?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Why?"

She sighed. "I'm sure people have me painted in a specific way in their heads and I've seen fanart of me that is way different and way more attractive than I am. I just don't want to let anyone down by not living up to their expectations."

"Bug," Dream said softly, "you couldn't let anyone down."

"You don't know that."

"You can't disappoint real friends or real fans with the way you look."

"To be clear, Dream," she laughed nervously, afraid she would sound conceited, "I don't think I'm ugly. I like the way I look. I'm happy with me. But that doesn't mean I can't still let people down."

"Different than expected doesn't mean disappointing."

His words smacked her in the gut. He was right. Reality and imagination are very different. Neither has to be better or worse than the other. She could look the complete opposite of how someone expects but that doesn't mean they will be either disappointed OR pleased. And why does it matter anyway? If she likes how she looks, who cares what other people think?

"It's also scary to think of getting recognized in public," she admitted. "Being recognized from the start is one thing because it starts off slowly with only a few people knowing your face but if the first time people see your face is when you have millions of fans, the recognition would be overwhelming."

"That's true. I don't think I would mind that much, though."

"Of course not, you're you."

"What does that mean?"

"You like the spotlight."

"I guess. Not all the time."

"Well, what about you?" she asked. "Are you afraid of people knowing what you look like?"

"No. I want to do a face reveal soon but I don't know how I would do it. I want to do it at some kind of event or something but I don't know."

"I need to schedule around when you do it because you'll break the internet. Give us content creators a warning so we can prepare to not get viewers for a week."

Dream laughed. "Oh come on."

"Twitter would just be full of the same picture of you in every single tweet."

"It won't be that big of a deal."

"Something tells me your millions and millions of subs say otherwise."

"Whatever," he said. "As if you wouldn't break the internet too."

"Maybe for a day or two. But you'd break everything for weeks."

"Sure." There was a long pause before Dream softly said, "Karl's lucky."

"How so?"

He didn't speak for a moment, almost like he wasn't prepared for that question because he didn't mean to be heard. "I wish I could know you the way he does."

"You could. He and I knew each other in person first so it's different. You and I could get there eventually."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I trust you a scary amount for someone I met weeks ago."

"I didn't mean to sound like I'm trying to pressure you into showing me your face or telling me your name. I didn't mean like he gets to know what you look like and I don't. I meant, like, I wish we could hang out in person because I prefer that over talking in Discord."

"I get it, Clay. I feel the same way," Y/n said softly. There were a few moments of silence before she spoke again.

"Oh, gosh, it's already four."

Y/n's head snapped to look at her clock, which read 3:57am. "Already?" she whispered. "Dang."

As if acknowledging the time changed the atmosphere, it suddenly felt like 4am. Her back ached from her shifting in her chair so much over the last few hours, never being able to find a good position. The house was eerily quiet and all she heard was the low hum of the heater. The house felt stale, not used to its occupants being so alert and awake at that hour.

"I should probably go to bed..."

"Yeah, me too," Dream agreed. His voice sounded tired. "Thanks for joining us, it was really fun with you."

"Thanks for inviting me. Sorry I made you die. Hopefully you'll still let me back again."

"You're always invited to barge into my streams. Actually."

Y/n giggled again and mentally slapped herself for sounding like a little kid. "Well, you too. You can interrupt my streams anytime."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Goodnight, Clay."

"Goodnight, Bug."

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