#fake music fan spotted guards kill them

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ive been getting kinda in2 sonic youth recently anyways this album cover reminded me of them idk man

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BTS Reaction | Your an Idol He’s not [Request]

Seokjin:

Jin was shaking in the seat beside you as you waited for the all-clear sign from your security team, you turned to look at your boyfriend of three years and smiled.

"You alright?" He nodded, he wasn't you knew that and he knew that but there was nothing either of you could do about it. Your relationship had been leaked to the media last week and tonight was your first event back so you figured you should take him with you.

"You'll be fine baby, I'll be there the entire time." You promised him taking your hand in his and rubbing it reassuringly. You and Jin had been together for three years but you were forced to hide it because you were famous and he wasn't, he was just a business worker you'd met in a coffee shop one morning. He straightened his black tie and you smiled at him, he looked amazing tonight he always looked amazing.

"You look great." You complimented, it fueled his ego a little and he kissed your cheek.

"Not as great as you." Your security guard opened the door and you stepped out of the first and waited for Jin while people screamed at you from all different directions.

"Just smile and walk and I'll do all the talking." You offered and Jin gladly accepted, the only public speaking he ever gave were the ones he had to give at work and he hated those.

"Hi Y/n, is this the mystery man everyone has been wondering about?" You laughed along with the interviewer before introducing him to her and the camera,

"This is my long-term boyfriend Kim Seokjin," He smiled at them and wrapped his arm around your waist to drawer you closer to him. You knew he was nervous by that small action but as long as you were next to him he could make it through the night.

"Ah, Jin what do you do for a living?" He looked at you as you went to answer but a sudden wave of confidence rushed over him.

"I run my own business enterprise," The interviewer made an approving noise and you giggled as she went into questioning you both on your relationship, questioning on how and when you met, how he asked you out and why you'd kept it hidden for so long.

"I wanted to make sure he was the one for me." The interviewer smirked,

"And...Is he?" You turned to look up at Jin with a smile, he was already staring down at you looking at you like you were the only one in his life.

"He is." He chuckled and bent down to give you a kiss the yelling increased and so did the brightness of the flashes as many people caught the moment on photograph and video. It was going to be the kiss of the decade.

Yoongi:

No one knew that you were dating anybody except for your managers. They had to know since they were the one who had put the dating clause in your contract. You and Yoongi had started seeing one another before it was up and so your whole career was at stake but now the clause was over you were free to date whenever you wanted.

"I brought coffee." You let out a fake moan as you heard Yoongi say those three words you loved so much,

"I'm dying, they don't have it on set." You groaned dramatically as you took a sip of the hot liquid and he chuckled at you, running his hand over your cheek and smiling.

"Are they working you to death out here?" You knew he was playing around since you could be dramatic all of the time.

"No, but I'm tired and who doesn't have coffee on an active set?" You both walked off set and over to some chairs that were waiting for you. Your other band members were due their shooting so you had time to spend with Yoongi, you hadn't seen much of him that week since you'd been busy with producing and shooting.

"Are we still okay for Sunday?" He questioned as you linked hands, you nodded thinking of the dinner he had invited you to. It was with his friends and family to celebrate his recent promotion at work which you would normally look forward to but it was the first time you would be meeting anyone in his family. You'd been dating a year but the thought of meeting his parents was terrifying to you.

"You're still worried?" You nodded at him and he laughed at you,

"You can walk red carpets, sing in front of thousands of people but meeting my parents is worrying to you?" You groaned at the way he said it,

"It's a big deal Yoongi...What if they don't like me?" You began listing off all the what if's your brian had managed to come up with and once you were done Yoongi stared at you.

"My mum has three of your albums and I'm pretty sure that she mentioned how lovely you are six times on the phone to me this morning." You laid your head on his shoulder and he chuckled at how shy you were getting. Teasing you about it was going to be fun but he knew once you were comfortable around them you would be fine.

"Y/n! Needed on set." You kissed Yoongi goodbye and told him not to bother going anywhere until you got back.

Hoseok:

All of your dates with Hoseok were hidden but this one had been hidden extra hard because you didn't even have an idea as to where he was taking you. All he said to you was pack light and that he would pick you up at 2 am, it was when your first guard took his break and the second guard would sneak away for a smoke session. The rest of your band members were sleeping when you left and now you were in a car driving with Hoseok while you sang along to the music.

"So where are you taking me exactly?" You questioned as he drove down a small road and onto a backroad. You were surrounded by nothing but trees and birds.

"An old family cabin, you'll love it." Yo and Hoseok did this a lot over the years of dating one another. It was hard to get away from your idol life sometimes and although Hoseok didn't understand all of it he tried to and would try to make things as normal for you as possible.

He pulled up in front of an old log cabin and you both got out of the car and headed inside. It was beautiful, all the walls were lined with actual logs and the place looked old and unique. The kitchen had a gas oven and the living room had nothing but furniture and a fireplace inside, you were completely secluded away from everyone and everything.

"This place is incredible Hoseok, you're not going to kill me though are you?" You joked and Hoseok laughed nervously, Hobi had planned to wait until later that day but seeing you the way you were now he knew he couldn't wait that long for an answer. While your back was turned he dropped down onto one knee with the ring he'd gotten from his grandmother and waited for your attention.

"Hobi?!" You gasped seeing him with the ring out,

"I know we haven't talked about our futures much but I can't picture mine without you in it, will you do me the honour of becoming my-" You didn't even give him time to finish his sentence, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Mumbling yes against his lips whenever you needed air,

"Of course, Yes I'll marry you Hobi." You started tearing up as he took the ring from his box and slid it onto your finger,

"The perfect fit," He whispered seeing how it laid on your ring finger perfectly.

"I love you." You whispered kissing him once again.

Namjoon:

"Wayne! The light!" You groaned as you stood centre stage, you were on your first world tour and currently in London trying to get your light guy to get his light fixed.

"Too bright?!" He called down and you shouted a yes back until it was turned down. The spotlight wasn't the only thing not working, everything around you seemed as though it didn't want to work for you. Then to top it all off your boyfriend of four years was ignoring you after a stupid fight, you'd gotten into a fight about how little time you had for him. Neither of you meant the words you said, you never did but things were said and he hadn't called or texted back to you.

"He still hasn't called?" Your manager questioned when she saw you periodically checking your phone to see if there were any messages.

"Maybe I should call him-"

"Or maybe you can hug him?" His voice came from behind you and you dropped your phone onto your bag, rushing over to Namjoon and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. The fight was long forgotten once you were in his arms and he twirled you around the air.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders as you stood on the stage with him.

"I took some time off, I wanted to see you." You smiled and leaned up to kiss him, as your lips touched the spotlight turned onto the perfect brightness and the sound guy declared that the tracks were working again.

"Mmm, I might need to keep you on tour with me all of the time." You joked and told him that he was your good luck charm. He wrapped his arm around your waist,

"How much time do you have until your show?" You looked at your watch and smiled,

"Three hours...Wanna see my hotel room?" Your manager looked up at you with a warning look, warning you to be careful of anyone that might be following you but you didn't care, you'd missed Namjoon and you had some making up to do after the fight.

"Come on," You dragged him through the venue and towards the back exit where the usual vans waited for you to take you to and from the venue.

Jimin:

Usually, you were overcautious with everything. Your disguise was planned perfectly and everything was fine but today wasn't the day for disguises and hiding, today was a day for rushing to the hospital with Jimin holding your hand for support. He'd been like that the entire drive to the hospital, promising you it was going to be fine and that she would be okay, it was nice to have him there through this. Many cameras had spotted you together but you didn't care, you didn't care that you were being spotted and you didn't care that fans were following you into the hospital. All you cared about was finding your auntie and finding her fast. Your mother had told you it was nothing serious over the phone but you didn't believe her until you reached the hospital to find your auntie in perfect health.

"I told you not to tell her, she was away with Jimin." Your auntie groaned you walked into the room and Jimin greeted both your mum and auntie. They'd been close ever since you and Jimin started dating four years ago,

"It's just a kidney infection, they only pulled me in because I'm 60." Your auntie laughed at herself and you shook your head, you'd been worried for nothing. Left your home with Jimin in nothing but sweatpants and matching hoodies for nothing,

"The media is cooking up a storm." Your mother said disapprovingly, she showed you her phone and you sighed knowing you were going to have a hard time explaining everything to your manager.

"Fuck them! Your relationship with Jimin is strong! You've been together for too long to hide it any longer."  Your aunt had always been the biggest supporter when it came to your idol life and then when Jimin came along she became the biggest supporter of your relationship, wanting it out in the open for everyone to see.  

"I'm not going to deny who I love any more...It's not in my contract that I can't date either." You and Jimin sat down on the chairs in the room and started to discuss what was probably going to happen now and you had to warn him about how his life was no longer going to be private. You'd had this conversation before but that was long before you started seeing one another seriously.

"I love you, okay? I can handle it." He promised.

Taehyung:

You clapped along with the crowd while you waited for the next presenter to go onto the stage but instead a camera crew and the main presenter of the evening were standing next to your table.

"Y/n, you look define tonight as always. Who did you bring along tonight?" You smiled at the man and then turned to look at your boyfriend Taehyung who was blushing already. He'd never been good with people but he'd come along with you tonight in support of your latest album up for awards.

"This is Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend." The questions continued on for another five minutes until the presenter was called back to the main stage. You knew that not everything you'd talked about in the mini-interview was going to be in the video released but it was nice to get to talk to them about Taehyung.

"You alright?" You whispered taking his hand on yours and placing them on top of the table. You had been together for two years and your relationship was never kept a secret, you didn't want to do that to your fans or to Taehyung.

"The winner of best album of the year goes to...Y/n Y/l/n with their new hit album Lovestruck!"

You stood on the stage smiling at everyone and trying not to cry while Taehyung clapped and cheered loudly along with everyone in the venue.

"Wow. I don't even know where to start with this, the album was changed last minute as many people know. I had an-whole-other concept and album for when I first went to my boss and at the last minute I switched to lovestruck." The crowd chuckled along with you,

"I want to thank everyone who made the album possible, my producers, my friends, fans and family and most importantly the man who made me feel the way I do about him to be able to write all of the tracks." You let out a shaky breath as you locked eyes with him from across the room and he smiled, tearing up and cheering louder.

"Thank you!" You walked off stage and cameras were trained on you as you met up with Taehyung back at your table and greeted one another in a kiss,

"You deserve it, baby," He chuckled running his hand over your cheek and repeating how proud of you that he was.

Jungkook:

"Shit, shit, shit." You giggled as you and Jungkook stared out of his apartment window. You'd been on a date the night before and decided to stay over at his apartment, you did it a lot and there was never normally a problem only this time. Someone had leaked to the paparazzi as to where you were,

"I bet it was my neighbour upstairs, she's always so nosey." Jungkook groaned ducking you both down when a cameraman walked past his window. He was on the ground floor which mean escaping would be easy if you could ever get past the seven cameramen all stalking the area. You and Jungkook had only been together for a couple of months and you were trying to hide him because you didn't want to ruin his private life.

"So much for privacy, I'm sorry Kookie." You were both sat on the floor below his window so you wouldn't get caught.

"Hey, I don't care. I have you." You smiled at how cheesy he was being and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder,

"How about I run to the store, lock you inside so they don't think is' suspicious-"

"Are you sure you're not just trying to kidnap me?" You joked making him chuckle as he tried to finish his train of thought.

"I get snacks, all our favourites. I come back and we game and watch movies all day?" It sounded perfect to you but you had no idea if it was going to work but you didn't care. Even if you got caught together it would be totally worth it.

"I'll call my manager and tell her where I am so she can come up with a plan to get the cameramen out." He smiled and kissed you softly, promising he would be back in no time. He got up from the floor and came face to face with a cameraman who was staring in through the apartment window, Jungkook drew the curtains closed and walked out of the front door.

"Have you seen Y/n y/l/n in this area, sir?" You listened from behind the closed door as Jungkook played the dumb card,

"Have I seen who?" You giggled and they showed Jungkook a photograph of you.

"Never seen her in my life, sorry. Maybe you've got the wrong place." His voice drowned out as he got closer to his car and you smiled about how lucky you were to have him.

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Playing Pretend (2)

Requested by: @calkesttiss�� | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will😂

Cal Kestis x Reader

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2 of ?

The doors of your closet flung open. You rummaged through the glamorous, glittery, expensive dresses hanging on the rack and felt for the compartment in the back of the cabinet.

In it were the clothes that you really liked. They were simple yet comfortable, tailored for mobility, and that you pull off black so well. It was also the perfect camouflage when you’re out on the streets. Standing out in a crowd is the last thing you want to do.

“I think it’s a great night for a city stroll,” you tell yourself.

You have made an entire escape route from your room to the outside world. The Torvel Manor’s grandeur in size was exploited by none other than you—studying and memorizing the blind spots where the security cameras and guards are absent greatly helped, knowing which direction from the manor led to where, and paths that you have carved over the years.

When you got farther away from the manor, you headed to the direction of the downtown area—where the least “elite” resided. You were simply thankful that no one recognizes you.

Striding through these alleys and annexes, your legs move on their own whenever you come to find a bar to frequent in. One of your favorites was the Tipsy Taun-Taun. You’ve been there many times, you’re practically a regular.

“[Y/N]!!” the bartender, a male Balosar, hollered to greet you upon your entrance.

You greet back with a cool, casual voice.

Music set with a heavy bass blasted through as soon as the door swings open. You made your way into the bar and ordered a glass of Merenzane Gold—your usual. As the amber-colored liquid slithered down to your gut, you savored the spice that lingered at the walls of your throat.

“Another,” you told him, slightly pushing the glass toward his direction.

“Any more than two and that means you got a family problem there, shrimp boat,” his chuckle outweighed his concern.

“Well, you might be right about that,” you smacked your lips and nudged the glass closer to him. “Another.”

The barkeeper didn’t argue and poured you another.

“Was it Mommy or Daddy this time?”

You’ve finished your drink before he could anticipate your answer. This was your third now.

“A little bit of both,” you sarcastically answered.

Looking around the bar, a redhead about your age hunching over the table caught your eye—he had his back turned to your direction, yet he was subtly looking around as if searching for or looking out from somebody. In all your years in frequenting this pub, you could know who comes in here regularly and who doesn’t.

“Who’s he?” you gestured at the redhead, pointing at him with a nod.

“Nah, dunno ‘im. Prolly just some kid that ended up here,”

“You mean, this is the first time he’s here?”

The barkeeper shrugged and then busied himself with cleaning glasses. You kept your eye on the redhead. When he looked your way, your eyes briefly met, it stayed that way for a few minutes before you casually averted your eyes from him to the stage while sipping on your drink.

The Balosar received a generous payment from your pocket as you proceeded to leave the pub. Shortly after you left, some of the patrons took notice of you—they left the bar and followed you from a less suspicious distance. The redhead sensed the trouble and proceeded to tail you altogether.

The route from the pub that leads out to one of your usual hunting grounds was a maze of dark alleys and unoccupied residential blocks—these were the townhouses that were too expensive for the common folk who wanted a good standard of living, something that you urged your father to develop a reform bill on.

Much later, as you get deeper and deeper into the intricate network of alleys, there was a feeling that loomed heavily over you. You know you were being watched and followed, you hated it; the one cardinal rule is to not look back over your shoulder, otherwise you’ve already started a fight before you could even pick one.

The sinister, disembodied pair of laughter echoed in the hollow walls of the empty slums. The haze have begun to seep in. You continue to walk, simultaneously looking around the buildings in search for another way above the ground.

The laughs become louder and louder. You felt that whoever following you was getting closer. You were running out of ground and hiding places.

“Come here, little chicky-chick,”

“We just wanna talk,”

“Are you lost, honeypie?”

They hollered. Continuing to follow you as they do so. Both of them, whoever they were, cast a long shadow in what little light the lampposts shed in the streets. The panic in your heart was getting too strong for you to suppress, you wanted to fight them but you don’t have the capacity—your fighting skills are amateurish, and they could kill you in a flash if they choose. You wonder if the DL-44 blaster buckled around your waist underneath your jacket would be enough defense.

Can’t hurt to try. You tell yourself mentally.

“Hey!” one of them bellowed.

“We’re talkin’ to you!” the other followed suit.

At the end of their path, they ended up following a phantom… until you fell from above—you were perched on one of the metal emergency exit stairs of the abandoned apartments—and stunned one of them as his forehead hit the cold, damp concrete.

“You little bitch, I’ll get ya!!” the companion growled, pulling out a blaster from his belt holster.

He opened fire the second he clicked the safety, though you were quick to dodge and take cover. Meanwhile, the young redhead who followed the three of you heard the blaster fire. He immediately bolted to the direction where the noise came from; acting on pure instinct, he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt when the sound of the commotion became more apparent.

The redhead arrived at the scene. He saw one of the muggers downed but still moving, he saw the companion and you volleying blaster fire with another.

“Not if I get you first!” the young boy cried.

It drew everybody’s attention—including the nearly-conscious mugger. The volley of blaster fire ceased. The redhead that you found in the pub is standing at the other end of the alley, with an unusual weapon in hand: a glowing beam of blue light in a shining hilt.

Your eyes widened as you recognized the weapon. You’ve heard the stories, you’ve read the books that depicted them in tales and history. You know what this boy is.

You were quick to wake from your awe-stricken state. This sudden break in action was seen as an opportunity. You jumped on the second mugger you were trading shots with and disarmed him—a good sliding kick and a hard elbow to the gut did the trick. When his companion got back on his feet, he set his sights on the redhead; this lumbering mugger charged towards the ginger like an angry Reek but the kid was quick to evade him. The next thing you know, he was standing by your side with the two muggers facing each of you.

“You got something to fight with?” he asked.

“Yeah,”

“Good. Use it,”

Without another word to one another, both of you lunged at the enemy. The redhead with his lightsaber and you with your fists and kicks. At this point, you were thankful that you know something—albeit sloppy—than nothing at all.

These lugs were next to nothing against you and the redheaded boy. Both of you were nimble and quick with your attacks. The fight didn’t last long as you were able to knock them out cold, their bodies fell cold at your feet.

You turn your face to the boy, he looked back you—gasping for air, cold beads of sweat dotting his temples, and a failing grip on his weapon’s hilt.

“Come on, we gotta bail before they wake,” you beckoned.

“Lead the way,”

You figured that he was athletic enough to keep up with you in scaling buildings. You ended up on the roof of the apartment next door. Taking shelter in a rooftop’s tool shed, you fell to the floor and slumped your back against one of the ventilation fans.

“Thanks for back there,”

“Happy to help,” he huffed.

“What’s your name?”

“Cal. Cal Kestis,”

You extended your hand as you said your name.

Cal finally had enough breath to hold a conversation, “Where’d you learn how to fight like that?”

“I had a pretty great mentor,”

“I see,”

The conversation thrived with your questions to each other. Albeit it was only the basic and casual ones, it was nice to have someone covering for you—even if they were total strangers.

“Why’d you help me?” you bring up.

“Because I choose to, ‘cause I want to,”

“Not because I can handle it?”

“Unless you count that incoming blaster fire right into your face,”

A scoffed laugh was your reaction to the latter. You admitted that you weren’t the best fighter around. For the rest of the night, Cal continued bombarding you with questions the same way you did him, until you got to know each other to a certain extent.

Something about him was unusual in a good way. A company that you enjoyed. You’d hate to end the chat too soon but you told him that you had to go.

“See you around, Cal,”

“Yeah, likewise, [y/n],”

You smiled at him and then prepared yourself for the next leap across the next building. Cal watched you close the eight-foot gap between the building where you sat and the rooftop you’ve landed on. You looked over your shoulder as you ran before you vanished into the night—he was still looking back at you.

[myfeetkeepdancing]

Forbidden Love | Tom Holland x Male!Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Male!Reader

Word count: 2291

The cameras turn your way as your feet strike the red carpet. Hoisting yourself out the car. You see the cameras point your way. For a moment, the flashes blur out your eyesight. From behind the barriers, you hear your name being called out from all over the place. The security guards keep the journalists and fans at bay while you strike a few poses on the red carpet. You give a couple of short interviews here and there. Tease a few interviewers and please the fans with selfies. You continue inwards.

The night was still young. You shook a lot of hands. First, a drink, meet the directors. Shake hands with the actors. Then followed the first screening with the stars present. You made sure to keep from the alcohol. You wanted to keep your voice cracking. Your fingers on point and tongue sharp. If it may come to it, you may have to perform at the after-party. And all the big stars were there. No mistakes were to be made.

Your song was used for a new movie. At first, it was ‘just' for a trailer. But quickly after they begged you to write a song, especially for the film. Superheroes were always a part of you since your childhood. The comics, the shows. The collectibles. It was an easy decision. No matter who the hero turned out to be. Or even if it turned out to be a one-shot. You were thankful to make a mark on such a franchise. And thus making you even bigger a star than you already were. You were grateful. Absolutely. But you couldn't listen to the radio. Every station was playing it. Spotify had your face plastered on every playlist. Internet ads kept coming up with your name. Billboards of the new film had your name written all over it. Even YouTube kept recommending your new song. There was no way around it.

The screening was a big success. A deafening round of applause followed as soon as the lights turned back on. That face… Your thoughts wander throughout the entire night. Shaking hands and meeting new people couldn't distract you from the itch at the back of your mind. Tom Holland. You wouldn't forget him. You couldn't. His name was practically everywhere. Just like yours. Only he was the lead actor in the film. And you knew him from something else. You were going to meet him again. Finally.

"Excuse me?" The words seemed to be coming from behind you as you bottom up the last bit from your drink. "(Y/N) (L/N)?" Goes the voice again.

Standing a few inches behind you stands the famous superhero actor you just watched on the big screen. Dressed in a black suit, sharp black shoes and his hair neatly shaped in a wave backwards. You haven't seen him all evening. But you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat. What a gentleman. A damn fine looking gentlemen at that. For a moment, you're captivated by his deep brown eyes. Not noticing he's handing you a drink. "Saw you were running low so…" Nudging you to glass.

"Thank you. I guess one can't hurt." Eyeing the yellow substance. The cold glass was a lovely welcome to your clammy hands. "RDJ keeps pushing me to sing tonight. So I gotta try to keep the booze low." Giving him a smile. You're startled for a moment. That feeling. You feel a flutter racing through your stomach. It's been years since you felt that. "Rumor has it, Mendes is waiting for me."

"I wouldn't mind for one." He compliments. Ringing his glass against yours. "Cheers!" Looking at you with hopeful eyes. A good moment to take a sip. As you notice your throat falling dry.

"Yeah… Mr. Holland. Too many more movies." Raising your glass.

"Hah! Are you practicing for a role as James Bond?" Tom's eyes roll up and down your outfit. "Cause that would mean serious competition for me." He smiles, looking back at you. He wasn't wrong. You are dressed to kill. The custom-tailored suit from Italy shaped your contours perfectly. Stunning handmade Italian leather boots, straight from Florence. Fitting together perfectly. It stood out from others, but not too flashy. Not to attract too much attention. The press had fished countless times who advised you on your choice of wardrobe. Who the lucky person was. If your mom still advises you. Because a single man couldn't dress so good like you did, someone had to be behind it.

"Who knows..." You grin. Taking a big gulp from the cold beer. You were there. You had seen the movie. Now Tom was standing right in front of you. And you couldn't think of anything to ask, nor say. You've had this strange feeling during the movie as well. It's more than awkward, as Tom seems to struggle just as much. Denying eye contact, rocking on his heels back and forth.

"-you like it?" You hear him call out, through the busy crowd. And somehow you feel tensed. Therefore missing part of his question.

"Yeah... Yeah- You look… stunning in your suit. Perfect for the role."

"I-I… I meant the movie." The red of his blushes color his face, as he scratches the back on his neck. " B-But, thank you."

"I'm sorry. I-... Eh I mean-" You trip over words one after the other. Not once in your career has it come to this. Not even on stage. You've had the nerves in the past. But this was different.

"-Yeah. Absolutely! These kinds of movies hardly disappoint. They've been my favorite since I was little. So…I'd love to have a signed poster one day. M-Maybe we can work something out." You feel your heart racing. Clammy hands. Sweaty armpits. You just ranted on and on. Tom just smiled and nodded. You're not even sure if he followed you. Your face probably looked like a tomato. As the heat shot through your body.

"Great! Great. Yeah… You ehm- I am flattered!" Tom's face looked the same. Giving you a sense of relief. "Actually, I'm kind of a big fan of yours. Loving your music." He smiles from ear to ear. He inches a bit closer to you. Leaning in. "Y-You think we can talk-" Tom's attention gets drawn to somewhere else. Instantly face palming the moment after.

"Finally got the guts, Tom?" You see two guys approaching towards you from the crowd. You recognized the faces immediately. Harrison and Jacob. Tom's best friends. Finally a breather you think.

"Hey! Nice meeting you, mate!" Harrison shaking your hand. "Hey man!" Jacob following. "This guy can't stop talking about you man." Jacob nudges Tom's shoulder. "He's a big-time fan of yours." The look on Tom's face was tensioned, biting his power lip as he tries to make Jacob shut up.

"Yeah! You told him about that-" Harrison jokes before being silenced by Tom's hand. "Enough guys… Please!" Shooting both a glance. Downing his pint in one go.

"Another round?" Harrison asks you, reaching for the other glasses of Tom and Jacob. You kindly refuse the drink. "You sure? You look like you could use one." Harrison jokes and heads to the bar.

"Has Jacob told you about his hate for your-" Tom smirks, leaning on Jacob's shoulder. "No dude!" He laughingly interrupts. "It's just…" His hands move in strange ways. As in ways of thinking of an excuse. A collection of bad reasons and excuses follow as Jacob tries to dodge the question more and more.

"You just can't stand it, mate!" Harrison's face pops up beside him. Holding a tray of pints. Jacob bellowing in laughter. Harrison following.

"Sorry man!" Tom calls to you. "They've been drinking." You follow in the laughter. No reason to be angry. Music is for everyone, and you can't please them all.

"Don't worry. I'm not that easily hurt." You try to comfort him. But instead, get a strange look from Tom. And at this point, you're not even sure what to think about it.

In the whole chat that follows, you get to know Harrison and Jacob a bit better. They share their stories and laughter about their travels. During the mess, the boys get a hold of Jacob's phone. It turns out he has several songs of you in his playlist. Breaking the ice between immediately.

"A shame you didn't visit the set." Harrison continues, trying to shift the focus of the conversation. "Tom and I were stoked when Kevin Feige told us."

"Same here, man. But touring schedules tend to change a lot."

"But you two never caught up? Tom mentioned he had your number from back at school." Harrison continues.

You cock your head a bit too fast towards Tom. Fixing your gaze on him. "Tom and I-..." You only manage to let out. Feeling the lump in your throat forming. "We… ehm-" Your heart beating like crazy against your ribcage.

"I assumed you guys text each other…" Harrison looks judgmental at the two of you. "But seeing your reactions. I guess not." At the same time, your eyes connect with Tom's. Seeing the hope in his eyes fade away.

"Excuse me..." As Tom darts away, pretending to be busy with his phone. You try to keep your attention to the conversation happening in front of you as Jacob and Harrison fall into a discussion. Chucking their beers like they're in a club on a Friday night. But you can't keep your eyes from Tom passing away in the distance. Your eyes follow him through the crowd. You see the frustration in his step. You know exactly what he is thinking. At first glance, the impression he was going to the toilet was quickly crossed off as he diverts onto the roof garden. Just before he heads through the door, you share a moment of eye contact.

You had to have a talk with him. You've had years to prepare for this. In the dimly lit evening light, you spot Tom. Arms crossed, leaning on the railing of the roof garden, glancing into the night sky. As you approach him, you catch a glimpse of his face, as he looks at you. Trying hard to fake a smile. "Hey…" He murmurs.

"Just like old times." You joke. But you get a disapproving glance from Tom.

"I'm not here for a guilt trip (Y/N)." He scowls as his brows knitted together in a frown.

"Sorry..." Taking place beside him. "You alright?"

"I'm fine..." He nods, keeping his gaze fixed to the horizon. "You're not worried that people might see us here?"

"As long as we're not kissing." You pat hit shoulder. "I think we're fine." A small smile forms on his pretty face. But that was short and sweet before his head hangs downcast again. "So… Why are we here?"

Once again, his fingers forked through his long brown curls. Releasing a trembling sigh. "It's been a while…"

You cross your arms and lean backwards against the railing. Hoping to get a glimpse of Tom's face. "You're talking about the kiss or…?" Trying to lighten to mood a little.

A small chuckle escapes his lips, followed by a long sigh as his eyes run along the railing. "You know, I…" Shaking his head to and through. For a moment, you catch a shimmering in his eyes. "Things have changed… For the both of us."

"We went our separate ways, Tom. It happened. We were young."

"Yet in all those years, we never reached out to each other."

"I think we both had our reasons." You let the moment sink in. Hoping Tom would answer it. "Didn't we?"

The only reaction you get is a simple smile. "You ever think about back then?"

"I do…" And you can't help but smile at his question. Did you ever think back about that time? Those were the simpler days. And you feel you're on the same wavelength as Tom, as that short answer managed to bring back a smile on his face. "But mostly about the things I regret saying." Tom just nods, there was something in the air you just can't put your finger on. "And you?" You ask.

"No regrets about the things you didn't do?" He quips before even thinking about your question. A moment of silence follows. Only the faint noise of music and chattering in the distance can be heard. The question itself sinks in. You can't help but peak back once in a while to check if no one had sneaked up on the two of you. But that question kept burning.

"What are you-"

"You're dodging the question, (Y/N)." He interrupts.

"I'm not sure what you're going for, Tom." You chuckle lightly, reaching for the card in your tuxedo. "But I have a feeling…" You grin while taking a step closer to him. A smirk was appearing on his face. "Here." You hold it up between your pointy finger and middle finger. "Enter the club and show this to the manager." You feel the nervous flutters in your system go in overdrive. His eyes sparkle as he keeps his full attention on you. Vigorously nodding to every word you say. "The rest follows itself." You give him a reassuring smile and pat him on the shoulder. "Room 702. Don't forget." And you take off, heading back for the party.

"Wait!" Tom calls out. "Does that mean…?"

"I want to find out as well, Tom." You say. "Be there… tonight." You give him a wink before you continue onwards.

"Can't we just leave?!" You hear Tom shakenly call out in the distance. "L-Like, right now?!" You shake your head while walking away from him.

A/N: Not the usual quality I’m afraid. But this will get a second part though. (With much-requested smut involved.) Take care!

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Daddy Issues Part I - Jeon Jungkook (M,A)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 7,592 — genre | Smut, angst, Stalker au! Killer au! psycho au!, horror. — summary |  [ When you started dating Jungkook, he was your gateway to all the pain but when you finally find out who he really is, you realize it’s too late to go back. You are in danger, and you know it, but worst of all is that you don’t want to escape. ]. — warnings/tags |   Bad words, oral (female receiving). violence, use of alcoholic beverages, drugs, sex, harassment. If you do not feel well with these themes, please do not read.

“Joy, this is a very bad idea, if we're seen leaving school at this time, we'll be suspended.”  You said as your friend pulled you down the corridor to the stairs leading to the first floor where there was an exit to the school garden.

“Sure, and where are they going to send us? We live here, (Y/N), they cannot suspend us because our parents pay for us to stay here and not in our homes.” She whispered, looking from side to side, being careful not to catch anyone's attention. “And today is Friday, we should enjoy our teenage years a little while we still have one, or we'll end up like Mrs. Fritz, unhappy at age 45, with a house full of cats to feed, waiting for death.”

“Okay, and where do you intend to go? The college is in the middle of nowhere, remember? There's only forest on all sides. The city is very far.”

“Taehyung is waiting for us at the entrance of the school. We just need to run.” She said and you rolled your eyes. You didn’t like to do wrong things, at least not anymore.

The last time you did something wrong, you were sent to that boarding school as your father's punishment. But being honest with yourself, you would rather stay there than to be forced to see your father taking a different woman to your home every day. You and your father had lived alone since your mother decided divorce him and marry a richer man. Your father spent most of his time working, or drinking in bars. You had lost count of how many times he had come home drunk and yelled at you, saying that it was all your fault, that your mother had left him was your fault, and when he was sober, even knowing what he had done , he acted as if nothing had happened. Your father had never done anything to physically hurt you, he just screamed how useless you were.

So when he decided he would send you to a boarding school after he had picked you up at the police station one early morning, you couldn’t feel any more relieved to be able to get away from him. You loved him, he was your father after all, but you didn’t want to go through all that humiliation any more. You'd miss your old friends, but it was better that way.

It was two years since you were there, and Joy was literally your best friend, she was the first to talk to you when you arrived and introduced you to all her friends, and they eventually became your friends too. Of all of them, Taehyung was the closest to you, he treated you like a younger sister although you have the same age, but Joy always said he had a crush on you, but you never listened, Joy always spoke too much. But you couldn’t deny that Taehyung was a handsome boy, he had those innocent, sincere eyes and that contagious smile. He was tall and always affectionate. But you would never see him otherwise.

After you reached the school gate, running away from all the night guards, you and Joy jumped on the red Taehyung’s convertible and he sailed away from there.

“Girls, you are stunning.” The blonde said smiling at the two who smiled back. You wore black slacks with some ripped, a white top and leather boots. Joy already wore a plaid mini-skirt with a red top with black boots. She always liked showing off more than you and you were okay with it.

"Where are we really going?" You asked after a few minutes on the road. Taehyung looked at you in the rearview mirror and Joy turned back, smiling at you, and did not even have to say anything to let you know where you were going. “Please don’t tell me we're going to Hell hound.”

“Oh yeah, baby.”

“Did you go crazy? They say that place is super dangerous, full of regulars gangs, and dangerous people. They said that many people were murdered and raped inside. Not to mention all the times that the police invaded that place and arrested drug dealers. And fuck, we're underage, if we try to get in there, we’ll get in trouble and...”

“Chill out, doll.” Taehyung said laughing and stretching his arm back, touching your knee, trying to calm you down. “We'll be fine. Nothing will happen to us. There's a lot of underage kids there, we're probably going to find half the school there, they all use fake IDs, but I have someone who's going to get us in there without us needing it. Just stay in ours, we will have no problems, okay? You can trust me.”

"If I die, I'll come back and kill you." You said leaning back and crossing you arms, pouting, which made the boy laugh.

“We have a deal.”

Taehyung really had someone to put them into the Pub without asking for identity or asking questions, which led you to think that he could only have bribed the securities, because money wasn’t a problem for him, since his father was one of the richest in the country. As soon as you entered the bar, you noticed how dark it was inside. You stopped to watch the dance floor and some tables around it. People danced rubbing each other and you didn’t know if you felt claustrophobic or happy to have agreed to go out with your friends. You've never been a fan of crowds. As you went down the stairs to the floor, you found yourself facing some of your classmates, many of them hadn’t even seen you since they were too busy eating someone propped up on the walls, getting drunk or using drugs. And those who saw you three just nodded and continued what they were doing.

Some people bumped into you and forced you to get even closer to Taehyung who was in front, leading the way.

The worst part of the parties for you were the drunks. Sober men can’t hear a no, so imagine drunk men? You hated it. You hated being touched without your permission. In fact, all women hated it.

Somehow, by the time they got to the liquor counter, Taehyung got some drinks for you, and even if you were not a big fan of alcoholic drinks, you gladly accepted it. You sat at a table facing the dance floor and you kept quiet listening to the two of them chat while you watched the place. It didn’t seem as dangerous as everyone said, just a little promiscuous and full of drug users, which really didn’t matter to you, you didn’t care about the lives of others unless they were your friends'.

While you were steeped in thoughts, you felt a chill, as if something was about to happen. You started looking sideways, searching for something you didn’t know what it was, until your eyes fell on a man, which made you totally lose your breath and choke. He had his black hair thrown back, and he was leaning against the wall under the stairs, across the room, almost hiding in the dark. He had his arms folded across his chest and his head tilted to the side. He wore an all-black outfit, from his blouse to his shoe. And he was looking at you.

It was hard to describe in words what you felt when you could even feel the intensity of his gaze on you, and what your body felt when his eyes passed through you. Your entire body warmed and involuntarily you squeezed your thighs, feeling your clit throb. God, what is this?

“I want to dance.” Joy said and suddenly you were being pulled onto the dance floor, losing sight of that man.

“Why don’t you take Taehyung?"

"Because Taehyung is a man and if I rub myself on him while I'm dancing, the guys here will think he's my boyfriend."

“If they see you rubbing yourself in a girl, they'll think you're a lesbian.” You said it loud enough for her to hear, and she laughed.

“Well, men have a fetish with two women dancing sensuously together, whether they're lesbians or not. So do me a favor and dance sensually so I can get a fuck tonight, or you'll have to put up with me masturbating in the bedroom for the rest of the month. Again.”

"You're a bitch."

"I know, honey, I know."

And Joy was right, two girls dancing together call more attention than a girl dancing alone, but you didn’t like the looks you were getting from some men standing around. As soon as a man approached you, you stepped back as he approached Joy. He was very handsome, was her style, so it was not long before the two of them were dancing and kissing in the middle of the dance floor. The music was very sexy and you loved to dance alone in your bedroom, pretending to be a sensual dancer, but you had no ounce of courage to dance the way you wanted to in the midst of all those people. Feeling uncomfortable there, you decided to get out of the crowd and go to the bar or look for Taehyung. But as soon as you moved, you spotted that same boy who was propped up under the stairs. You were hypnotized by him again.

He pushed away from the wall and all the other people in the room began to move in slow motion as he walked confidently toward you, not taking his eyes off you, not even looking where he stepped.

The sensual beats of music just helped you run out of air each time he got one step closer to you.

Push a little further on the edge

And it was closer.

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe

And closer.

I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red

As soon as he was under the light that lit the dance floor, you can see him better and you were definitely right in feeling horny, aroused and intimidating at the same time, he was simply the most handsome man you had ever seen in life.

She said: Fuck me like I'm famous I said: Okay

“Breathe.” His voice said when he was very close to you, and only then you see that you had forgotten to breathe. Your cheeks burn. You felt like an inexperienced virgin, gasping for breath at the sight of a handsome man. You tried to open your mouth to say something, but the intensity with which he looked at you was making you unable to say anything. “I'm Jungkook.”

“(Y/N).” You answered lower than you should and didn’t know if he had heard because of the loud music, but he smiled and repeated your name, making melody to your ears. You've never been so fond of hearing your name come out of someone else's mouth.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying the party.” He said, looking you up and down slowly. "And you don’t seem to like dancing either."

“I like to dance…"

“Its not what it looked like a few seconds ago.” He said moving his eyes from you to Joy who was busy kissing a guy and then looked back at you. “You don’t seem the type who likes attention.���

“How do you know?" You asked, intrigued.

"The way you walk, you move in a way as if you don’t want to touch anyone, you have good moves to dance, but don’t let go of it with fear that draws much attention to you and I saw how quickly you moved away from all the guys who were trying hit on you. You're wearing black and white, neutral colors, colors that don’t draw attention. And you've arranged your hair in a way that makes it easier to hide your face when you're ashamed.” He said and you lowered your head, trying to hide the redness in your cheeks. “Just like you’re doing right now.”

"You seem to be very perceptive.” You raised your head trying to stand firm and not tremble beneath that man's gaze. "I don’t like crowded places."

"If you don’t like crowded places, then why did you came here?" He asked without taking his eyes from yours. You shrugged.

“My friends wanted to get out of the ... routine.” You answered. "They wanted to have fun in other ways.”

"You don’t look like you're having fun. That's not fair.” Jungkook licked his lips, almost making you stop breathing again, and looked around as if looking for someone. Soon after he looked at you and pointed in one direction. When you looked, you saw Joy walking away with that boy. And as soon as he pointed to another direction, you saw Taehyung sitting at one of the tables with a girl on his lap. You definitely were not amused watching your friends leave to be with other people. Wait, how did he know you knew Taehyung?

You turned to him with a frown and he looked at you with an unshakable expression.

“How did you ...”

"I saw you coming in with them."

“That's kind of bizarre.” You said, and he laughed, making you delighted by his laughter.

"It's not bizarre. I just got interested in you, shouldn’t I?”

You bit your lips and saw his eyes darken, staring at your mouth. He bit the corner of his mouth before approaching your ear, making your whole body shiver.

"Do you want to get out of here? We can talk in my car.”

"Don’t get me wrong, Jungkook, but we just met and I don’t know if I can trust you …"

“I understand.” He said with a disgruntled sigh, you really thought you had spoiled your chances with him, but then he reached into his pocket, took a key ring, and flung it over the people, across the dance floor. You stared wide-eyed, surprised at his action. “Well, I just threw my car keys away and I doubt I'll find them so soon, so now there's no way I can open my car, throw you in the trunk and kidnap you.”

“You're crazy.” You laughed out loud, still not believing what he had done. That was something. He was handsome, looked sweet and polite. What could go wrong? You nodded, giving him a smile.

Jungkook then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as he guided you toward the exit, pushing away anyone who accidentally or purposely approached you. As you left the pub, you walked a few yards to the side of the bar, where there was the parking lot and a black Mustang parked a few feet from where Taehyung parked his car.

You two sat on the hood of the car and started talking like two friends, getting to know each other. It was already past midnight and during the conversation, you discovered some things about Jungkook. He was 23 years old, he was mechanic, had his own car workshop downtown, he was a good student at school and received letters from major universities but denied all, not wanting to spend four years of his life studying and then spend the rest of it behind of some table. Jungkook wanted to live, and as he liked cars, he had decided that he would start his own business. He was not from there, but lived for almost two years in the city. His parents lived in the countryside.

“I don’t have much to talk about me. My story is very boring." You said without taking your eyes off your hands that were on your lap. His hand came to rest on top of yours, making your attention turn to him. He looked at you sweetly, almost innocently, smiling shyly at you.

“I'm sure your story can be anything but boring.” He said it much lower than when you were at the party, since there were no loud songs and no thunderous noises to disturb your hearing. His voice was as soft and sweet as his smile. His fingers began to caress the back of your hand as he still stared at you.

“The story can be long ...”

“I have all the time in the world.”

You then told about what had happened to your family. You told how your mother left you, how things went after she left, how your father acted around you, how many nights you wished you hadn’t even been born. You told him how you became shy at school, how you pulled away most of your friends, and told about the night that ended up at the police station. Jungkook listened to you intently, ignoring the looks of some people walking through the parking lot.

"Has he ever hit you?" He asked with a certain tone of irritation in his voice, which went unnoticed by you.

“No, never, but the way things were, it wasn’t going to take long for that to happen.” You said laughing sarcastically. Jungkook took a deep breath and released the air slowly, looking away, clawing at his jaw. “But let's not talk about it. Tell me about your car workshop.”

So you continued to talk for a long time. And you couldn’t deny that you was attracted to him and him for you, so when you felt an ounce of courage while he talked about something, you leaned over and kissed him. He didn’t look surprised by your gesture, because he immediately reached into your hair and deepened the kiss. It was so intense you could barely breathe and it was so good that you couldn’t contain your moans as he pulled your hair.

In a few seconds he had come down from the hood and was now between your legs, one hand in your hair and the other over your breast, and neither of you cared to be in an open-air parking lot, you were more worried about the horny you were feeling.

"You shouldn’t have thrown your keys away." You whispered as soon as his lips left yours to kiss your neck. Your hands went to his hair and he laughed against your neck.

"There's another way to open a car, my dear."

”Then do it." You said raising his face. "Or fuck me against this car, now."

"I think I'm going to fuck you against this car. It seems more exciting to me.” He said thrusting his hand between your legs and stroking your clit over your pants. You moaned and pressed your nails around his neck, because the only thing you needed now was his dick inside you. “It looks like you're enjoying the caresses.”

“You have no idea, Jungkook.”

“(Y/N)!” Taehyung's voice caught your eye and you and Jungkook looked away, seeing your friend walking towards you. He looked at Jungkook from top to bottom, frowning before looking back at you and throwing his hands up as he stood beside the car.

“What the fuck are you doing out here? I looked for you everywhere. I was worried.”

“She is with me. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook replied staring Taehyung that stared back.

"And who the hell are you?"

“This is Jungkook, we met at the pub...”

“And you thought it would be a good idea to come to a dark, empty place with a guy you just met, (Y/N)? Are you crazy?” He didn’t even let you finish speaking before giving the sermon. You opened your mouth to answer, but he held up his hand to signal you to remain silent. “Let's just go back inside and get Joy. We are leaving.” He then turned his back and started walking toward the Pub.

“What if I don’t want to leave?” You asked standing up. Taehyung stopped abruptly and turned to you with frowns, as if he had not understood what you had said. “What if I want to stay for a few more hours? You will force me to go with you?”

“What the hell are you talking about? You said yourself that you didn’t want to come here, that this pub was full of junkies and violent people, but three seconds ago you were letting this stranger get his hand on your body.” He said loudly, almost screaming.

“Yes, I'm letting this stranger touch my body, and yes, I didn’t want to come here, but I came because you wanted me to, and now that I'm having fun you want me to leave?” You answered it in the same tone of voice. Jungkook leaned against the car and folded his arms, watching Taehyung's next actions, he was ready to intervene if necessary.

“Guys, why did you leave me alone in there?” Joy appeared out of nowhere, hugging her body because of the chill of dawn. Her hair was tousled and she had no more lipstick in her mouth. “Can we leave? I'm tired.”

“Sure, we're going.” Taehyung said without taking his eyes off of you as Joy entered the convertible. He was waiting for you to do the same, but instead you took two steps back approaching Jungkook and crossing your arms.

"You can go, I will not go now." You said, and even though it was dim, you knew Taehyung's face was red at that moment.

"I will not leave you alone here …"

"I'm not alone, I'm with Jungkook, and you don’t boss me, Taehyung. I'll leave when I want.”

He was annoyed, irritated, ever since Taehyung knew you, he had this protective spirit, he felt he had to protect you and when he couldn’t, he felt helpless, and that made him furious. Taehyung glanced toward Jungkook, who was in the same position as before, but now he had a more serious look on his face, and stared at Taehyung as if challenging him to say something.

"If you hurt her, I swear I'll come after you."

Jungkook let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back and chuckling at the boy's failed attempt to intimidate him.

“Yeah, yeah, just go, bro. Stop embarrassing yourself.” He said, waving his hand at the boy who took one last look at you before getting in the car and getting out of there. You took a deep breath, hated fighting with your friends but you was tired of always living for other people. You wanted to live for you now.

Reminding that Jungkook was still there, you stared at him with cheeks burning, ashamed that he had witnessed it all.

“I'm sorry... That ended the whole mood." You said putting your hand on your neck and looking away from him.

“It's okay, don’t worry.” He said holding her chin and making her look at him. He was smiling carefree, as if it hadn’t done effect on him. "There's a snack bar two blocks from here. We can go there, have a milk shake and eat something. Then I'll take you home. Or I can call you a taxi if you prefer.”

“I'll take the Milk Shake." You said smiling at him. "But only if it's chocolate."

It had been four months since you met Jungkook, and every opportunity you had to get out of that school and go somewhere else with him, you did. With that, you ended up moving away from your friends because even though you could only use the cell phone once a week for fifteen minutes, Jungkook had bought a new one for you so you could communicate with him, so all your free time, dinner, breaks, you were talking to him.

"What are you doing here, you freak?" You whispered laughing at the sight of the boy leaning against the wall behind the school building, waiting for you. He smoked a cigarette and was relaxed as usual. It was almost five in the afternoon when you received his message, saying that he would be waiting for you behind the building, on the north side of the school, where you used to go to jump over the walls without being caught. One of the only places that wasn’t monitored by cameras. "If they catch you here, you'll be arrested."

"They will not catch me." He said holding your waist and pulling you close to him. “Besides, you worth the risks.” Then he kissed you, a calm, passionate kiss. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and used both hands to hold your face and caress it at the same time. "I missed you." He said between the kiss, lowering one hand to your waist and squeezing it. He bit your lip, making the fire inside you burn.

"Me too." You whispered as he slowly turned his body, placing you back against the wall, lowering one hand to your thigh and lifting it, placing it on his waist. "But I don’t have much time. In fifteen minutes I need to be in the gym." You said as his kisses touched your neck, causing you to roll your eyes and hold yourself so you didn’t moan.

“So I have to make you cum fast." He said putting his hand between your legs, inside your panties, caressing your clitoris that was already swollen and soaked with your juice. You gasped and grabbed Jungkook's arm, preventing him from moving. He looked at you with a sassy look, waiting for you to say something.

"You know I can’t be silent. Someone will catch us."

"No one will get us, baby. Don’t you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation, and he smiled, leaning forward and kissing you. Then he kissed your cheek, your ear, your neck, your breasts over your T-shirt, until he knelt in front of you and gave you a wicked look before lifting your thigh and placing on his shoulder, lifting your skirt, pulling your panties to side and start to eat you out. You immediately covered your mouth and threw your head back, your body shuddering as you felt Jungkook's tongue caressing the full extent of your cunt. Your other hand went into Jungkook's hair and you moved your hips against his mouth, unable to control yourself. You needed to come.

“You're so sweet.” He whispered against your clit and his tongue licked again, spurring you even more as he stared into your eyes.  His free hand gripped one of your thighs, increasing the strength he used and the speed of his tongue. You felt your cunt pulsing, You was reaching the apex. Jungkook seemed to focus on one specific point, which made you let out a hoarse groan and finally cum as the spasms spread through my body.  You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue wandering around your entrance, sucking all your juice. Your mind cleared, your muscles relaxed and you felt good.

He stood up and kissed you, hugging your still shaking body.

"I love you," you whispered as he let you lean your forehead against his chest. Jungkook smiled and stroked your hair. That was the first time you'd said that.

"I know." He said and you laughed punching his arm and moving away from him. He laughed and took a step back.

"Idiot, I'm serious."

"Me too." He laughed approaching again and using his large hands to hold your face. And then he looked serious and stared your eyes with the same intensity he had whenever he looked into the depths of you, as if he looked at your soul. “I love you too, my lady.” And he kissed you again. "And I want to see you tonight."

"Same time?" You asked with closed eyes, delighting in the short, slow kisses he gave in your lips.

"Yes, I'll be waiting."

"Okay, now go, or you'll get us both in trouble." You said pushing him away. Jungkook looked indignantly at you.

"You use me and now you throw me away. Women are all the same." You laughed at his failed attempt to be innocent. You gave him a quick kiss.

"See you later, asshole." And so you turned away. Jungkook watched you walk away.

"I cannot wait for this."

You were in love with him in a way you couldn’t explain, you thought about him all day, wanted him all day. You wanted to be with him all the time, because Jungkook was intense, he was relentless, he gave you life, and that was what you loved him the most.

Everything was going well until the day you were discovered by school security. You and Jungkook were in the car, a few yards from the entrance of the school, you were on his lap in the backseat, rolling in his lap and kissing him when a strong light struck your face and you two looked to the side, seeing one of the school security guards there, knocking at the door and ordering you to get out.

That was weird. The security guards only patrolled the perimeter of the school, the gates and walls inside, there was no way they knew you were there. And your suspicions were confirmed when the same security officer said that someone had made an anonymous denunciation of an out-of-school student. And you were already sure who did it.

The security guard woke the principal to tell him what had happened, and he said with a furious expression that he would talk to you the next morning. When you reached the bedroom, Joy was asleep on her stomach in bed. You could wake her up and question why she had told them about your hang out with Jungkook. but if you did, you would yell at her and wake up the entire dorm, putting you in even more trouble, so you waited the next morning.

“Why did you do that? I thought you were my friend. Why did you tell him? "You asked the girl who was confused by both her drowsiness and your questions.

“I told you I didn’t say anything, (Y/N). I swear. The only person I told was Taehyung, because he wouldn’t stop asking where you were and I had to tell him, but I swear it was only for him.”

It was when you connected the points, if she didn’t say anything and only told Taehyung, then he was the only one who could have told the security. You knew he had some anger at Jungkook, but you didn’t understand why. Of all the time you studied there, those were the happiest months of your life, so why would he ruin it?

You turned your back on Joy and left the room already wearing your school clothes, heading toward the men's dormitory where girls were barred, but you were already really screwed, so you just don’t give a fuck.

As soon as you reached the bedroom door, you punched it hard until a sleepy, irritated Taehyung opened the door. The moment he saw you there, his face softened, but after seeing your condition, he knew he had fucked it all up.

“(Y/N)...”

"Why did you do that?" You asked before you let him make an excuse. He sighed and left the room closing the door behind him.

“Look, I'll give you my reasons, but it has to be later. You need to get out of here, if the monitors catch you ...”

“No, Taehyung, I want to know now.” You raised your voice. “Why the hell do you hate Jungkook so much? Why do you want me to break up with him? And why the hell did you tell the security guard that I was with him last night? Are you aware of what this will cause to me?”

"I don’t trust that guy…"

“You don’t have to trust him, you asshole, I have, he's my boyfriend, not yours.” You screamed furiously, your face turning red. “Stop intruding on my life and make the decisions for me, Taehyung!”

"(Y/N), he can be dangerous." He shouted back and some of the students left their rooms, curious to know what was happening. “Look, I've been researching, asking some people, and he might be involved in drug trafficking and even murder. Many people on the north side of the city are afraid to even pass near him because they say he is extremely violent.”

"You went out asking questions about my boyfriend? Throughout the city?" You asked, taking a step back, not believing what you were hearing. “You must be kidding me.”

“Yeah, I did it. I needed to keep you safe ...”

“No Taehyung! You needed to keep me single for one day finally build up the courage and say you like me.” You screamed furiously toward him. Taehyung was paralyzed, his eyes wide for a few moments, simply without reaction or words for that moment. “You want me single because you want me for you and you don’t want me to be someone else's.”

“Where you...”

“Joy told me." You interrupted him and he was pale. “I hadn’t believed in the beginning, because to me you were only treating me as your best friend, but now I understand that you want me to break up with Jungkook to stay with you, but this will not happen Taehyung, because what I feel for him, I will never feel for you.” You hissed bitterly. You were so hurt with him that you wanted him to get hurt too, and from his gaze, you had managed to do that.

“You shouldn’t be here, young lady." The dorm monitor, who was also a student, said, and you turned to him in disgust.

“Fuck you." You exclaimed and turned away, heading to the stairs and out of there. As soon as you stepped into the garden and walked toward the women's building, one of the students said that the Principal was looking for you. You sighed and went to the principal's office, hesitating to go in because you knew what would happen from then on.

As you entered the room, you were surprised to see your father sitting in the armchair in front of the boardroom table. He was red, the expression on his face was the same as he used have when cursed you and blame you for everything bad in his life, but this time he seemed to be sober.

You sat in the armchair beside him, not daring to look at him, just listening to what the principal had to say. He said that your behavior was unacceptable, that leaving school out of the allowed hours was against the rules and dating as well. He quoted everything he had to say and said that he wouldn’t just kick you out because you was a good student and had the best grades but would suspend you for a week. He allowed his father to take you home that week, and he just nodded, not saying a word to the principal.

Once you were released, the principal said you should go to your room and pack your bags, and so you did. You and your father walked side by side until you got to your room. When you opened the door, he pushed you tightly inside, making you lose your balance and fall on your knees on the floor.

“It was for that I sent you here?” He screamed, slamming the door behind him and advancing against you who had no chance to defend yourself when he grabbed your hair and pulled you violently up, making you moan with pain. “Did you come here to fuck with thugs? Hmm?” He threw you violently against the bed, banging your back against the wall and your head on the headboard. "You're a bitch just like your mother."

“This is not true.” You said it trembling, forcing yourself to sit and brush your hair off your face, trying not to stutter, but then you fell back down when he hit your face with a slap, throwing you back on the bed, making you scream and not hold back the tears.

“Shut your fucking mouth. You're never going to change, it's always going to be this bitch that only brings me problems. What is the difficulty of you not getting into trouble, (Y/N)? Do you have any mental problems that keep you from being rational?” He screamed and you cried, with your hand on the cheek that he had hit the slap, curled in the bed. “Do you think it's fun to go out there doing shit so I have to fix it later?”

“Dad...” You started to speak, but he grabbed your arm, squeezing it hard, lifting you brutally, making you even more desperate to see the furious look in his eyes. You had never seen him so violent. He'd never leaned a finger against you to hurt you, so why was he doing it now?

“You and I have a lot to talk about this week, you whore. So you better stop crying and start packing your bag before I lose my patience and drag you out of here by the hair, without any belongings.” He said between his teeth and pushed you back to the floor once more. So he turned his back and left the room, slamming the door behind him and you shrank on the floor, crying, feeling the pain in your body and in your heart. Why was that happening? You had done nothing to deserve it. Why did he seem to hate you so much? What had you done to him?

The cell phone that Jungkook had given you, began to vibrate beneath your pillow, and you knew that at that moment, he was the only one you wanted to talk to. You raised your arm and reached under your pillow, answering the phone, sniffling and sobbing.

“Love, what happened?” He asked from the other end of the line and listening to his voice only made you cry even more. Your chest was aching, you felt lonely, helpless and certainly in danger. “(Y/N), why are you crying? What is happening? Where are you?” He started bombarding you with questions and you could hear his keys on the other side.

“Jungkook.” You only managed to say his name before breaking into tears again. You heard the car door slamming across the line.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m coming to you. Stay where you are, okay? I’ll come to you. Don’t worry, don’t cry, your Jungkook is coming.” He said and before you could try to say something, or that he could hang up, your dad came screaming back into the room, making you scream too and crawl away from him, squeezing the phone between your fingers, afraid he'd take away the only thing that was giving you security at that moment.

“Who are you talking to, you slut? I told you to pack your things.” He yelled as he yanked the cell phone out of your hand, making you moan at the force he used, hurting your wrist. You were desperate and could hardly breathe, your body was shaking too much for you to react so you just started screaming for help and cringed once more. You were horrified at everything that was going on, scared, confused, and just wanted your father to get away from you. He looked at the phone screen, seeing that the call was still active. “Are you the thug who was eating my daughter, your bastard?” The only thing he could hear from the other side was the sound of the car moving, followed by Jungkook’s cold voice.

“You are dead.”

So the call dropped and at the same moment, two security guards who had heard your screams entered the bedroom, then pulled your father away from you, who started protesting in shouts that they should let him go. As they walked away from the room, you finally breathed again and stood up, legs trembling, hugging your body and walking slowly out of the room where some of the girls began to appear and looked wide-eyed at you.

“Oh my god, (Y/N).” Joy approached you, intending to hug you, but you pulled away from her, holding the cry again, a lump forming in your throat. As you walked down the stairs, with all the female dormitory students looking at you, you could hear your father's screams from the security guards outside the building. As soon as you left, the students watching your father now looked at you. Among them was Taehyung who had wide eyes and put his hand to his mouth, horrified. He didn’t hesitate to move toward you, to comfort you, but you pushed him hard back.

“This is all your fault.” You shouted with all your strength to him, making his eyes fill with water.

“(Y/N)...” He started to speak, but the Mustang's engine roar could be heard, and you looked at the road through the forest, watching Jungkook's car come in with everything, knocking over the guardrails of the secondary gate and skidding on the wet garden grass. He stormed out of the car, slamming the door and striding toward the crowd at the foot of the staircase. He had fists clenched and a killer look in his eyes. You had never seen him like that, and honestly, he was scaring you. As his eyes hit yours, he frowned and ran toward you, just as you did, burying yourself in his chest, tearing into tears once more. Jungkook pressed you against his chest and stroked your hair as his eyes scanned the place, trying to identify who had done that to you. That was when he saw the man shouting at the security guards, his voice the same as the man on the phone. He seemed to be blind at the moment.

Jungkook released your body, making you open your eyes, missing his embrace and passed among the students, shoving them all violently away from his way, before approaching the security guards who were on their backs, distracted trying to contain their father, and overtook them, hitting the man's nose with a sharp punch that fell immediately on his back.

The security guards tried to hold Jungkook, but he managed to knock them down too.

“Do you think you can hurt her and not get punished for it, you fucking asshole?” He screamed in a menacing voice, making everyone step back. He then hit a kick in his stomach, making him moan in pain and you cover his mouth, stiffing a scream. “I'll teach you to never touch what is mine.”

And before he could strike another blow, Taehyung stepped in front of him, pushing him back. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to advance against Taehyung as well, and the two began to roll on the floor, exchanging punches and blows. And most of the time, it was Jungkook who hit him. He stood over Taehyung, immobilizing him with his legs, holding him tightly by the neck and began to strike blows against his face.

"Jungkook." You called for him and he stopped his fist in the air, looking over his shoulder at you. You were scared, destroyed. You'd never seen him be so violent with anyone, so that scene was shocking.

He took a deep breath, as if controlling his killer instinct, and stood up, walking on his back for a few seconds, watching the fallen men on the floor, before turning and approaching you, wrapping his arms around your back and beneath your legs, carrying you toward the car where he put you in the passenger seat and got in, driving away from there.

The way to his house was quiet, he did not say a word and you did not either. You were too shaken to say anything. In your head, the images of your father beating you and Jungkook spanking Taehyung looped in your head and that made you wonder if you could trust him, if he would not do you, the same as he did with others.

As he parked in front of the house, he was the first to leave the car and opened the door for you, holding out his hand and waiting for you to pick it up. Still sobbing, you held his and got out of the car, being guided by him inside. You then paused for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Baby." Jungkook stood behind you, hugging you from behind and placing his chin propped on your shoulder. It was strange how with him, you calm down easily, even after what had happened.

"I want to take a shower." You whispered and he nodded, releasing you. You then walked to the bathroom and leaned against the door. You took off your clothes, feeling the pain in your body, and tossing them to the floor. You turned on the shower and went under the warm water. Still not believing what was happening, you started to cry, sliding to the floor, sitting down, cowering and crying compulsively. Lamenting everything. And without even realizing it, Jungkook was joining you, still in his clothes, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his lap, letting you cry as the water washed away your tears of pain and betrayal.

“It's okay, baby.” He whispered to you, kissing the top of your forehead, staring at the wall in front of him with dark, menacing eyes. "He'll never hurt you again, I promise.”

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How I would fix Dragon Prince Season 1 Episodes 1-3

I really do enjoy the show and the story but there’s some minor things that just make the writing a BIIIIT weak to me. Now I realize being that each season is only 9 episodes means options are limited but I really feel like most things that needed to be better established could have been done with a few small changes in lines. Hindsight is 20/20 though so naturally writing this knowing what happens in season 3 means it’s a little different than if I didn’t know what was going to happen... now you would think most of the bigger plot points would be preplanned but some of the writing leads me to believe that a lot of the story has been made up as it progressed which isn’t a super bad thing but does leave a lot of messier ends and motivations that aren’t clear and not in a way that’s “oh wow this is so morally gray” more in a way of “oh wow that seems like a bunch of bad choices” ANYWAY here’s the first 3 episodes of season one and what I would change... might do more if anyone gets into this. 

Season One Episode One- let’s still have the intro, but let’s have the moonshadow elves tell it; let’s show them putting their flowers in the water and talking about their targets, King Harrow and his son Ezran. Let’s have them talk about their plan to sneak in, get their targets and get out alive. Maybe talk about how much of an honor it is that the queen choose them for the mission. Let us have a group shot of the elven assassins to really show off that Rayla is significantly younger than the others. Now let’s cut to Callum and Ezran We could keep their scene the same but now when you see which one is Callum and which one is Ezran you’re automatically going to worry about what these elves are gonna do to Ezran because Oh FUCK he’s really really young and they didn’t talk about the king’s son as if he was really really young! Just like that the stakes feel higher. We can keep the scene with Rayla sparing Marcos the same now but because we included the moonshadow elves at the very beginning you don’t need to be told how badly she’s fucked the mission up for them by sparring him. Viren and Harrow’s first scene can stay but i do have a problem with Pip. There’s a rule in storytelling about not showing something if it’s not significant to the plot and while you may argue that Pip COULD eventually be significant we’re 3 seasons in and he’s had yet to do ANYTHING. but god I love birds so I don’t want to get rid of him. but we’re going to actually do stuff with him. So this scene stays totally the same including Pip Rayla’s scene with the fake blood stays the same Ezran, Bait and the Jelly Tarts? Let’s keep that the same it’s a perfect scene to establish their teamwork dynamic. 

Soren and Claudia’s scene with Callum? keep it the same too.  Keep the scene with Harrow and the princes I’m sure you’re seeing a trend by now, keep the scene with Viren Soren and Claudia Cut out the scene where Callum attempts to go with Soren, it makes NO sense to have because 1. Callum DOESN’T know what’s going on| 2. Callum JUST said they had to obey Harrow 3. Callum’s already been very honest about his lack of skill in these things and would understand that he’d be a liability. 4. It’s not exactly consistent with Soren’s character, yeah we saw him tease Callum but we also saw him try to help Callum impress his sister; he’s not the nicest guy but we’ve got plenty of opportunities to establish that. 5. Adding the moonshadow elves at the start means SOMETHING has to go. Keep the binding scene the same but make one change- when Rayla asks Runaan about what happens if the humans know their coming have him say something about how it’s a good thing she’s fixed that and how he’s proud of her. A change in the dialogue with this is gonna make more viewers worried about Rayla. We have a problem with Callum here, somehow he knows about the moonshadow elves but we’ve NEVER seen him get this information. Change one of his lines in his exchange with Ezran to include something about hearing the guards talking about moonshadow elves and how they’re in danger.  Keep the moth scene, and cut the elves exchange short because now we don’t need Runaan to spell out the severity a simple “Rayla, you didn’t do it.” and end the episode Episode 2 Cut the elves and just open with Ezran and Callum Have Callum still try to apologize to Ezran but also throw in there about how he’s sure things will work out because Soren is handling stuff. Let’s establish that Claudia, Soren and even Viren are people he’s been raised around and people he trusts.  Now show Runaan talking to Rayla, the exchange is the same and nothing of value was lost except elves polishing weapons which we’ve already seen Keep the scene with Callum and Claudia but maybe have Claudia suggest Callum just learn magic since he’s so interested- have Callum respond with King Harrow not giving her permission and squeeze in the changing places line. This way we establish that king Harrow isn’t exactly a fan of Dark Magic and we give Callum the seeds of valid interest in the subject and Claudia a willing teacher. get rid of the scene with Harrow and Viren  We don’t need it now because Callum just said “king harrow doesn’t really like dark magic” Keep Claudia’s exchange with Viren 

get rid of the scene where the guard tells Callum to go speak to Harrow, there’s way too much jumping around here and it’s not necessary.  but cut on over to Rayla moving in on the castle and put in her lines about how she knows she can do it and Runaan is wrong about her Keep the scene with Harrow and Callum the same Replace Rayla’s scene with guards actually forming a party to take the princes to the banther lodge. Seriously the king ordered this in the morning and it’s afternoon now and originally the show pretty much just seems to forget about this which makes the king’s troops look REALLLLLY disorganized, like sure Ezran and Callum could be anywhere in the castle but originally we don’t see them making effort.  now- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHOW EZRAN INTERACTING WITH PIP! Establish a reason for this bird to exist other than viewers to assume that it and Harrow trade places! If nothing else at all this will further establish Ezran’s fondness of animals.  now keep Callum’s introduction to Rayla the same 

Now because Rayla didn’t kill the two guards when running after Callum there SHOULD be some chaos in the castle, guards SHOULD be looking for the boys frantically Harrow should know that an elf has been spotted and this will make his less patient for Viren’s talk about using the soulfang serpent.  Keep the scene with Ezran’s introduction to Rayla Before Harrow responds about the Soulfang Serpent plan have him ask if anyone has the wearabouts of the boys and if they were out of harm’s way Have Viren tell him that the boys are fine. The viewers can either take this as Viren being confident in the guard’s ability to keep the boys safe, Viren being more concerned with Harrow as an established target or as Viren being sketch. This is us seeing Viren do something questionable for the first time. now keep their argument the same Keep the scene where Ezran shows them the egg. Episode 3 We don’t need Harrow’s sadtime music march- we need to see the soldiers frantically searching for the boys and MAYBE we need to see Viren dismiss the guards in their concerns over the boys, maybe have him point out that the boys will be in danger on the roads, maybe have him say that the boys aren’t in danger at all because he genuinely doesn’t believe that they would be a target.  Have his exchange with Caludia stay the same but end the exchange telling her he needs her to go protect the special asset in the basement. Keep all the scenes up till Callum goes to tell Harrow and Viren comes out. Keep Soren’t hesitation about grabbing Callum, but have the other guards still follow through keep it so that they look just as chill about this as they did originally not questioning Viren or his actions or even questioning why Callum isn’t away from the castle since it’s elf-attack o’clock. Make Soren look a TINY bit conflicted about this exchange! but every other guard is accepting it, every other guard is listening to the exchange and don’t bat an eye let’s really establish that CLEARLY a LOT of the crown guards trust Viren and might be more loyal to him than to Harrow because god knows if that wasn’t the case there’s no way Viren could get away with the things he gets away with. Hell maybe have Viren tell Callum he needs to go because it’s elf-attack o’clock and when the elves show up have Soren also tell Callum to go because he’s straight up in the way of the king’s defense.  These aren’t big changes but it is gonna give Soren’s arc more ground and makes us question if Viren wanted Callum out of the way for his safety and maybe he was frustrated instead of us just going “wow look at this dick”   

[cnc-hoebayb]

Deadass a dream i had with Richard hehejej

I literally spat out half of this so sloppily bc i wanted to capture the dream essence right after it happened, but like you get the idea.

And obvio i beefed it up a lil for story effect so that’s why it’s so detailed and cheesy in some parts (especially the end sorry skdk)

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A pair of suited up body guards shut the doors and stand at attention behind you as everyone enters the giant store. The emptiness of a place this big feels a little uneasy but at the same time makes you feel so lavish and important.

The boys are already pairing up beside you, grabbing each other and friends before diving into which section of clothes they wanna start with. You smile and watch them almost run into the aisles, way too excited to be shopping than should be normal. The accessory display in the corner catches your eye and you wander over alone.

Sure, it was fine to shop and spend some alone time every so often, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t bad to feel a lil lonely either. The gold earrings in the glass container distract your thoughts and you gravitate in farther. A reflection bounced off the table and you see the faint outline of a figure behind you. Your mind eases suddenly and your heart swells. A pair of hands snake around your waist from behind and a stubbly chin presses into your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispers before laying a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Richard, we literally saw each other 2 seconds ago walking in here.” You play and he squeezes you into him tighter. “Yea but i missed you like this.”

PDA was never quite your scene, but having to maintain a relationship with him entirely in secret, it felt almost impossible. To have his arms around you like this, it gradually felt like a necessity. You lean into it, eating up every last bit and all the sensations of his love before it had to end.

“Whatcha lookin at,” he releases you and it feels empty, but his hand locks discreetly in yours at his side. “Just some jewelry, might have to cop some lavish shit while we here,” you wink and then point to a thick chain on another display. “This one actually reminded me of you, maybe I’ll get it for myself to pretend it’s yours.”

His hand guides you to follow and walk with him to a different section of the store. “You know i can just give you one of mine instead,” he says mindlessly while browsing the racks on his right. The thought gives you a sense of happiness but it’s soon overpowered by reality. “Babe you know we can’t do that,” you say defeated.

Richard stops everything to look back at you, eyes heavy and sad in an instant. “Soon,” is all he says, “te prometo.” You wanna hug him, fall into his body and let him tell you it’ll all be okay.

But a body zooms in around the corner and its back to acting. As if instinctively at this point, your hands pull from each other with swiftness, body language at a complete opposite, no trace of any sentiment between you. “Erick loco, why you running like that,” Richard laughs and struts over to him, giving you a little head nod as he walks away like nothing.

“Im trying to race Zabdiel, donde está él??” You hear them talking as you walk the other way. It was best not to hang around, otherwise you might get too comfortable and slip up, get too touchy or say something that blows your cover.

It wasnt the most ideal, but it was something that just needed time. Not that anyone or one of the boys would be mad, but bigger than that. Being part of the tour staff made it iffy. What if they had thought your new promotion was because of him? That you were getting special treatment and being paid basically to have fun and fuck around with the important people. And not to mention the fans. If this went public, there would be a riot of people accusing you of being fake or using him, everything you feared. It was too risky for the both of you. And you loved him so much, it felt like there was nothing better to do.

You fill your head with distractions and ride the escalator to the next floor, getting as far away as possible. The music was louder up here and it made it easier to get lost. At this point you weren’t even shopping, just wandering and clearing your mind, fingers brushing past fabric as you walked the length of every aisle. Something shuffles to your side and you know by those heavy steps, but you continue walking in a daze.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard,” Richard towers behind you, sliding his hands down your arms until they interlocked with his again, crossing them across your waist in a deep hug. You close your eyes for a second and let him wander along with you, his scent so intoxicating, overshadowing the sadness. “What’s on your mind, baby?” He senses your uneasiness and it makes you nervous.

“Nada, just thinking.” He doesn’t question any further, just keeps his hands on you, spinning you around to face him, planting kisses up and down your neck, making your cheeks blush immediately. “Stooopp,” you giggle, all sad thoughts already lost, overpowered by the happiness he always seemed to give you. “Richard Yashel Cama- NooO” you squeal as he lifts you off the ground, spinning you in a fast circle before dipping you towards the ground.

His smile beams as your noses brush together, him holding you so close to the ground and all the built up energy has your heart pounding. He holds you there, letting the tension build before leaning in ever so slightly to your lips..

“Richard, yo, you gotta come see this we-“ a voice yells from a distance and the perfect bubble of yours collapses. You don’t know what to do so Richard is the one to act quick. He drops you the rest of the way to the ground, your body hitting the tile with a soft smack. The look he gives is a tiny second of regret followed by yet another change of character.

It’s Chris this time to turn the corner, coming upon the scene of you on the ground, Richard hovering above you. “Whoaaa girl watch where you goin,” he improvs on spot, acting like you had just bumped into him or something. This is definitely the lowest you’ve felt. Literally and figuratively.

He reaches out a hand to help you and you get up quickly, fixing yourself before turning the opposite direction from the boys, them already going on their own way too. Richard looks back at you with a glum stare but you ignore it, not wanting to even look at him right now. Emotions buildup in every piece of your body and you desperately seek out anywhere to get out of this space.

His laugh still seems to echo in your ears the farther you walk away, it was too hard. You stop at the little glass balcony to observe everyone below on the first floor. You smile as you see Erick hiding in a rack of pants, Chris and Richard about to be his next victims. He looks up at you and does the “shh” gesture and you do it back to comply. It’s fun and lighthearted, but that heart wrenching feeling comes back when you see Richard.

Him and Chris scream and fall to the floor as Erick pops out, scaring them half to death with the easiest prank in the book. Erick looks up to you and does a thumbs up excitedly. You throw one up back and smile down, catching glimpse of Richard giving you a look from down there as well. The smile fades from your face immediately and you have to turn away, walking away from the ledge and off to somewhere he isn’t.

You find comfort in the shoes section, plopping down on one of the squishy chairs on the side of the aisle. Your head falls to your hands in your lap and it’s so annoying to feel like this. To feel like you’re so far away from someone who is actually your entire heart and world, like you can’t be with who you love because it’s wrong, but it’s not.

You take a deep breath in to calm down and when you look up, there he is. “Baby what’s wrong? Are you o-“ you cut him off mid sentence and start to walk away. “Not now Richard,” he follows close behind and grabs your hand, forcing you to turn around and face him. “Don’t touch me.” You yank out of his grip and tears form in your eyes.

“Heyheyhey, it’s just me, tell me what’s wrong.” He keeps his distance, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, all he needs is you to open up. “I’m done, Richard. I’m just done.” You sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

“Im done acting. I hate having to pretend this isn’t real because this is the realest thing I’ve ever felt. I’m done keeping secret touches and kisses,” you stop to lower your voice when you notice you had been almost yelling. “Because when i touch you i feel like i can’t let you go. And i hate myself for getting so lost in you so easily. Cause i know it has to end when someone walks in the room or when we step out of our little hiding spots.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes but it doesn’t stop the worlds coming out. “But i forgive you every time. No matter how much the separation part kills me. Even if it means ignoring me, fuck- even dropping me on the floor. Richard i forgive you every time because i love you so damn much, but now I’m so....”

He doesn’t give you time to finish. You didn’t know if you even could to be honest. And this is what you meant. Forgiving him the second he encloses you in his chest, shedding all pain and tears in a single embrace. His hand pets your hair as you let it out quietly in his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so so sorry,” he chants over and over until you pull apart, finally able to look him in the eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” You wipe your eyes and lift his chin from hanging disappointedly. “It’s no ones fault.” He plays with the hem of your shirt absentmindedly, something he did often when he was nervous or anxious. “But i still feel guilty, T/N you don’t deserve this.” His jaw tightens and you know he feels terrible.

“That’s why this ends now.” You feel sick for a split second before he finishes. “I saw the way you looked at me earlier and i couldn’t bear the idea of making you feel this way. So before i came up here to you I..” he stops and grabs your hands in his. “I told everyone the truth.”

Shock settles in and you wanna cry, laugh, scream, do anything to snap out of it. “Richard,” you start and he pulls something out of his pocket, a little black jewelry box. “I know this doesn’t make anything better, and i promise you I’ll make it all up to you somehow, but for now..”

You take the tiny package and pop it open. Eyes watering up yet again as you’re faced with the pretty gold earrings from earlier, paired beautifully with the daintiest gold ring you’ve ever seen. And the final piece, one of your favorite gold chains that Richard owned, must’ve had it on him close today. You’re able to crack a side smile and look up at his toothy goofy one in response.

“I thought that if we’re gonna be seen in public as a couple now, you might wanna be extra icy, flaunt it a lil bit.” He jokes and all pressure from before falls from your shoulders. His arms open, inviting you so sweetly and you can’t help but jump in.

“I love you, you know that?” He squeezes you and you feel it in his touch, his voice, in his everything. You kiss him in response and he knows you feel it too.

It’s almost a whole minute of his lips on yours until you feel some type of eyes on you from behind. You part in enough time to turn around and face the little creepers. “Bro seriously?” Richard whines and your cheeks flush red from embarrassment.

It’s Zabdi, Erick, Joel, and Chris with a very obvious phone up recording the whole scene, all of them choking up laughter. “I just wanted to see if you were serious.” Joel throws his hands up in defense.

“To be honest, i thought it’d be funny to record,” Erick confesses and looks over to Chris who replies “Yea, this is gonna look so good on Instagram.”

[chaniters]

He’s on TV!!

Well here’s the ending for this angst trip!

One of the Rangers finally catches up with a desperate Cyrus at his worst moment -as does the entire West Coast-.

WARNING : Trigger, attempted suicide. Also. Spoilers.

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Ortega sat down and rubbing his temples with his left hand. It had been a terrible weekend and showed no sign of improving.

His right searched for the remote, digging dip below the sofa cushions until he finally grasped it.

Prize in hand, he laid back, sighed and turned the TV on.

He switched channels a few times...

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N5 Los Diablos Night news show with Jhon Stevens!

"...lcome to our show!” The audience clapped “Phew... We've got quite a hectic week don't you think? You know... for a comedian... this is a hell of a time to be alive!"

Laughter, more clapping...

"So let me get you the facts people... First, we had our very own SUPERBOWL here in Los Diablos! First time since the big one? Isn't that great?!"

Audience cheered. More laughter.

"Yeah, I was there rooting for my team too... and then, because we're the best city in the face of this nation, we hired us a villain for the midshow! I bet NO ONE saw that coming! Suck it Miami! Suck it New Orleans!!"

Softer laughter.

"Now before the Superbowl folks, it's the tradition to have the president get a short interview right?" the audience nodded. The music band yelled in agreement.

"So let's hear what president Hardwell had to say JUST before the Superbowl"

A cut to the archive video... reporters from the stadium in live link with the president.

"... And you know me... I'm not going to take sides, let the best team win... But I'm really waiting to see the mid-term show! I'm told it's going to be the most thrilling performance in recent years... and Los Diablos had this long coming. This is a testament to its reconstruction efforts... I'm going to be watching live from the White House! A great party for all of America!"

The image froze leaving the president in a weird expression

"And a great party it was folks!"

more laughter.

Ortega switched channels.

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N7 LDGT News

A few men in suits sat down together next to a world map, as they discussed.

"... the Superbowl revelations speak of a wider government conspiracy. Those pictures, they showed systematic unethical testing, forbidden tests, and enslavement of decidedly human beings..."

"Wait, John, you're not saying they're humans right?"

"I am… just hear me out to me Rick"

"Oh I'm hearing you, I'm just saying, even if you're going to believe that crazy Retribution Anarchist communist,  those things were grown in a lab. They can't be human"

Laughs.

"Look Rick, all I'm saying is, firstly, I don't think he can be a communist if he was  grown in an American lab"

"THat's right he's 100% American goods, he should be proud" an older guy added

"Hah... I know. But hear this... even the Spaniards, when they were abusing the natives in America, they came under scrutiny because the Spanish king thought it was too much. So he sent an investigation with priests and people of renown, to tell if the natives had souls too. And you know what they said?"

"It's not the same thing!"

"It's totally the same thing! Those things as you call them, they're human DNA. Two legs, two arms, one head, one torso, one brain, one heart. If the Spaniards, who committed some of the worst genocides could tell the natives were human, do you think any judge today is going to say they are not?"

Silence.

The man continued

"All I'm saying is these experiments are illegal on the east coast. They're legal here on the west coast, but we still have laws. And our laws are very clear on what a human Is, which I think the egg-head professors running the horror-show forgot. So we know what humans are, and I'm pretty sure they" he pointed at a picture of some regenes over the table taken a few years back "I'm sure they qualify. So if west coast laws apply, then they're human, not robots like they claimed they were. And worse of all for the bureocrats, they're humans born here on the West Coast so they're West Coast Citizens, whether they like it or not"

"Alright alright.. maybe you have a point... " the other man conceded. "So, let's say they're human... what happens next?"

"Oh, political chaos! We have fewer regulations, but If they're humans there's still so many crimes here committed against them that I can't even begin to summarize"

"So as a lawyer John... what would you suggest President Hardwell should do?"

"Well... he didn't start this, I mean the special directive has been going on for years... but with this latest scandal, I think they're done. They're done, and the writing's on the wall for all to see and he should just lay back"

"What, do nothing?"

"Yeah. Let the authorities handle it! That's what they're there for. Sit back and let heads roll all around him. If he's innocent, why should he get his hands deep into the bullshit?"

Laughter "How graphical John. Thanks"

"Always! Now, what about this Sideste..."

Ortega switched again.

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N9 West Coast News Room with Mia Ochoa

"...so the Superbowl scandal hasn't even fully crystallized into the public's mind, and the government's already facing a new potential tsunami."

"Agreed Jerry" Mia nodded holding a tablet. "It's hard to imagine a worse way time for the administration in recent time." she turned to the camera

"So let's go through the events one more time, just to summarize. Retribution, the villain anarchist has been a thorn in the administration for almost a year and a half now, and left scorched earth in his wake, exposing dozens of scandals and turning the political gameboard upside down"

"A die-hard fan base soon formed around this cult figure" a smaller image shows a protesting mob wearing fake Retribution helmets "and they've made sure to let their voices be heard. But it was all nothing compared to his stunt at the Superbowl when he exposed the special directive and revealed he was himself a regene"

"The administration has been facing protests, riots, and resignations for five days in a row now, and there's even a been a revival of the old movement calling for the West Coast to secede from the union altogether"

"I'm told the Westbran church is calling it "End of days" Mia" the male reporter said with a smile "They're retreating into their underground bunker to survive the coming apocalypse triggered but why they call "Men usurping the place of god"

"So if the impending apocalypse wasn't enough" Mia spoke again "Retribution appeared again on Saturday. Let's see it on video"

A cut to a zoomed image of a skyscraper. A young man was standing over the ledge, while an older security guard tried to talk him out of it

"This man" the man's face zoomed in to the max "Is called Cyrus Basri, and he's confirmed to be Retribution's civilian identity, the regene who took over the Superbowl."

"But that's not the shocking part" her counterpart continued. "To anyone hoping the scandal would die out, here's a hint. It won't."

"Indeed not. So this man, Cyrus Basri, he goes up to the New Aon Center tower, sabotages the anti-suicide netting device and walks over the ledge before a security guard tries to stop him"

"Now to our viewers who didn’t watch the news yesterday, this will be shocking, but the two knew each other. Here's the story"

A cut to the black security guard being interviewed by Mia herself.

"So It happens from time to time. People get fed up with their lives and come to the tower. New Aon Center, is the tallest building in the city, I guess that's why they choose this spot. So most times I just activate the safety system, but I realized it wasn't working. So I ran up to this guy, and he turns, and he's in shock and scared, and I realize I know him"

"Who was this man?" Mia asked.

"He's Cyrus... Cyrus Basri. Also known as Sidestep"

"What? Say again?"

"Yes, I know. Sidestep is supposed to be dead, but I saw him. This is Cyrus, the same Cyrus that wore Sidestep's mask back in the day, and he's alive"

"You knew Sidestep?"

The older man sighed.

"Yes.. yes I did... Very well in fact... I mean, I didn't know about him being one of them regenes but... you know... the other stuff"

"Could you please elaborate?

"Yeah... I knew him... but hadn't seen him in years. I guess he forgot I worked there because he panicked when he saw me, and... well he just jumped"

"He jumped?" Mia seemed confused.

"Yes .. but... I stopped it?"

"How?" Now she was lost.

"Ok... I guess I'm already on TV so it's no use hiding it... " he sighed "I  Always liked keeping my identity private... I'm retired now, But I was the ranger Sentinel for several years"

"... you were Sentinel?" she said looking for the camera, asking the production for confirmation.

"Yes, yes, you can confirm it, just call the ranger's HQ... I don't like publicity. But yes, I did the job all those years. I just had a cozy day job too so I could keep my own life separate."

A small cut in the video before the interview continues

"So it's confirmed.. sorry about that" Mia Apologised

"No problem. I know how it is. I don't look much like a hero I guess" he smiled "So, he jumped, and I panicked too, but It's not my first rodeo, I mean, I work there. And I still have my powers, so I stuck him back onto the safe side of the railing with a wind gust"

"wow... ehrm.. I mean.. Incredible. What happened next?"

"Well, we talked. A lot. He was very confused, not making sense at all. I was confused too, I mean, I watched the news, but I never expected him to be retribution. But you know, I did what I always do when people want to jump... talk to them like I know shit"

"I see... Did he say why was he going to jump?"

"Well, he pretty much told me his life was ruined. He felt like he was just a government project gone wrong, and after his stunt, he was just convinced he was going to get killed or captured, or experimented upon, and he thought he had not a single friend in the world after his battles with the rangers... He thought no one would like him because he was a regene. I'm thinking he's been in depression for some time"

"How did you convince him to stop?"

"I just told him... "Cyrus, you know me, I'm not going to let you jump. And we both know you don't want to do this. So will you let me call our friends to come to pick you up?" And he just cracked and started crying, and I asked again a few times, and in the end, he ended up agreeing with me that he didn't want to do it."

"I guess you're still a hero, even if you're retired," Mia said with a smile.

"Don't go telling people" he chuckled "So I called the rangers, and we got him a coat because he was shivering all over, I think he had been sleeping on the streets. So Herald showed up carrying Charge, and he kept saying he didn't want to see him, and I just shook him, and told him "Look, whether you like it or not Charge's your best friend so you're going to talk to him see if he can get some reason into your skull!"

"We actually got footage of that thanks to a tourist who tapped you in her phone"

A side image from someone's cellphone showed Charge and Cyrus talking. Charge was yelling while Cyrus just looked down. Ultimately Charge kneeled down and squeezed his shoulders, holding his forehead against Cyrus' own while speaking a few words in a lower tone. Cyrus kept nodding each time. They kept at it for a long time before Cyrus stood up wiping the tears and Charge hugged him, ruffling his hair and patting his back.

"So how do you know Sidestep?"

"Well he used to sketch a lot back in the day.. the kid and I had a lot in common, I mean we liked our identities private. But I told him about my day job one day, don't know why. He asked if he could come sketch, out of costume. He wanted to learn how to do landscapes. Heh, he did... I got like a dozen landscapes he drew. All signed "Sidestep" I should show someone one day..."

"What do you know about him taking the role of retribution?"

"Wow... that's a rough one... I don't know. I guess he was desperate? Wanted to tell people what happened to him and saw no other choice? Not many people can cope with things like being told you're not human... I've faced bigots, you guys know that, but not like this... He was a total mess, kept saying he didn't want to live anymore... I guess I'll have to ask him again when he's feeling better. I mean I hope he gets better, he's a good friend, regene or not!"

"What about the government officials that showed up?"

"Oh. Those creeps." he smiled "They tried to arrest Cyrus on behalf of the federal government. We didn't let them, but they got us at gunpoint and handcuffed him... I almost did something but Charge told me not to"

"Did you know what..."

"What Steel was planning?" he smiles "Not really, but I knew something was up."

The interview cuts.

"And he was really planning something... Let's show what happened at the base of the building"

The video jumped to the entrance of the Aon Building. Men in black dragged Cyrus, handcuffed to a black van... only to be stopped by Steel

"Move Marshall. We're taking him in"

"I don't think so. This is an illegal arrest, and won't happen under my watch"

"He's government property" he smiled. "There's nothing you can do"

"My authority comes directly from the president. I outrank any security force in the site right now. And I say you're not taking him"

They looked at each other.

"We're here under orders from the Special directive"

"I know who you work for. And Unless you have a written order by the president himself, you better let him go. Now."

Herald and Sentinel came down, carrying Ortega. Lady Argent walked up behind the government men, startling the two.

"He's a government project!" one of them hissed "Say's it so right here!" he said pulling Cyrus' shirt up, revealing his bar code. Cyrus just stood there, motionless.

"Oh, I see that." Steel said pulling his sleeve, revealing a tattoo of an eagle "I've got one too. All my unit got one like this back in the war, for serving our country, just like he did. Are you going to say I'm less human?"

"It's not the same!"

"It's exactly the same. Release him, Argent"

Argent simple took Cyrus from them and cut down the handcuffs with little effort.

"You're going to hear from us" one of them pointed at Steel.

"Of course I am because you're coming with me. You're both under arrest"

"What? On what grounds?!"

"Oh, I don't know. Kidnapping... torture... partaking in slavery... General villany... I haven't picked yet. MAybe all of them?"

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Ortega switched off the TV, standing up.

He walked over to the room nearby.

Cyrus was still asleep.

They had given him a heavy dose of anti-depressants and his arm was attached to an IV drip with saline solution since the doctors thought he was very dehydrated.

Asides from attempting to kill himself there was nothing else wrong with him, at least physically.

There was some noise coming from the streets. He approached... a large crowd, separated by police.

Retribution and Sidestep fans and protesters in one side... religious zealots and haters on the other.

He shut the curtains and took a seat next to him, taking his hand, rubbing his fingers.

Waiting for him to come awake.

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Cyrus opened his eyes slowly.

"Hey." he Ortega said.

"... Hey" he spoke looking around in confusion. It took him a few minutes to focus.

His eyes looked at the window and the resounding clamor outside and then turned, fixing on Ortega.

"It's really bad, isn't it?"

Ortega nodded slowly. Cyrus squeezed his hand taking a deep breath.

"It's bad. But... we're all going to fight for you"

"W..What?" he asked.

"You just have to let us. Just this once... Let me fight for you"

He smiled weakly. "You don't give up, right?"

"Never"

"They're going to come for me again"

"We'll be ready."

"I'm still a regene"

"I don't care. And I was just stupid earlier... I wasn't thinking."

"You sure?"

"These are growing on me," he said looking at his tattoos. Cyrus blushed heavily and shifted a bit.

"That doesn't make me human"

"What? You've got more fans than Argent. You're more human than anyone in the eyes of the public right now."

"It's not a popularity contest"

"You really never understood how this country works, right?"

Cyrus rolled his eyes.

"Hey. Cheer up. It's like our TV-show"

"The one that got canceled you mean?"

"Shut up. Remember the catchphrase... The Rangers always get their man?"

"Yeah...?"

"Well, I'm a ranger."

"Oh please..."

"And..."

"Not this again"

... I..."

"Don't"

"...got"

"You can't be so corny..."

... you"

He leaned over and shared a soft kiss, leaning over the medical bed.

"I've got you" he winked

Cyrus groaned, but he moved a bit, letting Ortega got on the bed as well

"You're like a Matryoshka doll, you know?"

"With many layers?"

"Full of yourself"

He laughed.

"This bed's too small" Cyrus complained.

"Then get better already!"

Cyrus groaned some more, eventually resting over his shoulder.

"Don't care. So tired... sleep now, yes?"

"Go ahead" Ortega smiled, staring at the ceiling.

They didn't talk about what would have happened if Sentinel hadn't been there when he tried to jump. There would be time for that later.  

"I'm going to fight for you," Ortega said, a few minutes after Cyrus had fallen asleep again.

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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Life Changes~MrBeast

Request: Could you write about the reader being someone who got one of the golden tickets, and jimmy coming to your house to deliver your package. And jimmy is like “wow your super cute” and get all blushy and has a hard time speaking I’m sorry this took a while to write. I added a little more to the story because my brain was taking me this route for the imagine.  I hope you enjoy this imagine and as always if you have any feedback, suggestions, or ideas let me know :).

Your little brother’s birthday was coming up soon and he was a huge MrBeast fan so you decided being the great big sister that you were to get him some MrBeast merch. When your brother would come over to your small apartment, you both always watch MrBeast’s videos. At first you just watched him because your brother enjoyed him but you soon began watching for your own personal enjoyment. You even developed a small crush on Jimmy, he was so generous and kind and that's what really made you attracted to him not to mention that he was cute. Today was the day that the merch was supposed to come in and so you were not planning on going anywhere until the package came because the people in your apartment complex were known for stealing packages. You decided to use today to clean your apartment since it was kinda a mess. You put on a simple black tank top and some jean shorts and pulled your hair back out of your face. You put on some music on your speaker and began picking up all the trash and gathering it together. Once you did that, you began sweeping your floors and vacuuming your carpet. You then began to wipe down the counters when your doorbell rang. You were not planning on anyone coming by so you assumed it was just the mailman letting you know that he had dropped of your package. You paused your music and placed your rag on the counter and walked over to the door and opened it. Who you found at your front door was not who you expected. You were taken back at the fact that Jimmy was standing at your front door with your package in his hands and his crew behind him filing you. You were at a lost for words as you couldn’t believe they were standing at your front door.

“I’m very confused. Why are you all here right now? And how did you get my address?” You asked tucking the stray pieces of your hair behind your ears.

Jimmy’s POV We had found the next person who had gotten the golden ticket and decided to hand deliver their package and buy the ticket back. The person lived near our area so it was not a long drive to get to their place. We had gotten the address from the package and began the drive to their place. When we pulled up to the apartment complex and walked up to the door I was prepared to meet this person. What I didn’t know was the person who opened the door would leave me completely speechless. She was extremely beautiful, I felt my heart pound in my chest as I saw her. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. She looked very confused as we were standing on her doorstep.

“I’m very confused. Why are you all here right now? And how did you get my address?” She asked

“You were a winner of the golden ticket and so we used your address from your package and decided to bring you the package and pay to  get our golden ticket back.” I said trying to keep my emotions under control.

“Well come on in. My name is (Y/n) if you didn't know that from my package. I just cleaned thankfully. My brother would die right now. He’s a big fan of you guys. Actually that merch is his. I bought it for him for his birthday today.” She said laughing slightly. Damn her laugh was adorable. I walked in being careful not to touch anything. She had a small cozy apartment. She offered us water which we gladly accepted.

Your POV: You gave them some water and let them sit down on your couch.You were surprised that this was happening right now.

“Your brother, does he live nearby?” Jimmy asked looking at you. His eyes were even more beautiful in real life.

“Yes, he lives with my mother about 25 minutes away. He’s 10 and has been a big fan of you guys for a while. He even got me into you guy’s videos.” You said.

“Do you think we could possibly go surprise your brother with his package today?” Jimmy asked, licking his lips slightly.

“Sure! His birthday party actually is today. It would be awesome if we could surprise him.” You said

“Okay let’s go.” Jimmy said.

“Wait let me change real quick.” You said and ran back to your room and changed real quick into a yellow sundress and some brown sandals since it was a warm day outside. You grabbed a jacket and your phone and walked back out into your living room to where Jimmy currently was.

“Okay. I'm ready.” You said.

“Wow you’re beautiful.” Jimmy said and that made you turn extremely red.

“Thank you.” You said blushing and walked out of your apartment and locking it behind you. You all got in the uber and you gave the Uber your mother’s address. On the way their you kept thinking about what Jimmy had told you. You had never really gotten any complements before. Guys normally tended to stay away from you. Jimmy really was a sweetheart in person

Jimmy’s POV “Wow you’re beautiful.” I said. I immediately felt embarrassed. I thought I had said that in my head but it turns out that I had said it out loud. She turned extremely pink. Well done Jimmy. You just met this girl and you’re already being awkward . We all left her apartment and got into the uber. There was just something about (Y/n), I never really believed in love or was looking for it. She has made me see in just the hour that we’ve been together that there is more in life than just YouTube. I am willing to be in a relationship with her if she felt the same way.

Your Pov The Uber pulled up into the driveway and you decided to get out first and go knock on the door. Your brother answered the door and he was decked out in Fortnite apparel for his Fortnite themed birthday party. You gave him a hug.

“(Y/N/N) you made it to my party!” Your brother said as you hugged him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Buddy. Hey I brought you some very special guest for your birthday. They kind of just showed up at my house.” You said and motioned at the car for the guys to come out. One by one they all stepped out of the Uber and began walking up to you.

“(Y/n) you got MrBeast to come to my birthday party! You really are the best big sister ever.” He said and hugged you tightly before running over and introducing himself to the guys. He looked so happy it almost brought you to tears. Your mother walked up to you and gave you a hug.

“Okay guys come on in.” You said as you let the door open for them to come in. You walked up to our mother and helped her out with cooking and setting things up. Some of Buddy’s friends were in the backyard and the freaked out to when the one and only MrBeast ended up in the backyard. You got distracted and stared at the scene before you. Jimmy was so kind. He stopped whatever he was doing for the rest of the day to just come hang out with your brother. Something about him made your heart feel full.

“You are in love, aren't you sweetie?” Your mother said coming and placing a hand on your back. You were caught off guard and turned pink.

“No momma. I just met him. I can’t possibly be in love.” You said but knew you were lying. You were in love and it was strange because you had just met him earlier this morning but you feel like he is just an old friend that you met up with again.

“You definitely are in love (Y/n), I see it in both of your eyes.” She said and went back to cooking. Your little brother then came running in.

“(Y/n/n),(Y/n/n) come play Nerf guns with us.” He said dragging you outside. You chuckled slightly at your brother and grabbed a Nerf gun.

“(Y/n) you’re on MrBeast’s team.” My brother told you and pushed you towards Jimmy. You almost tripped but Jimmy caught you. You were blushing slightly.

“Thanks Jimmy.” You said as you went and hid in the play house that was in your backyard. You were a little too big for it but it worked as a hiding spot where it wasn’t too hard for your brother but not too easy. You began shooting the little kid that kept staying near you. You finally got out of your hiding hole and your little brother sniped you right in the head.  You began dramatically falling to the ground.

“I’ve been killed by my own brother *fake gasp* Avenge me MrBeast.” You said as Jimmy was nearby. You laughed as your brother and Jimmy had a shoot off. Your brother ended up winning because you knew all too well that Jimmy had let him win. Jimmy walked over and helped you get up off the ground. You thanked him and then went inside and ate birthday cake and all kind of delicious food. You saw how happy your brother was and that made you extremely happy. When it was time to do gifts, you were excited to give your brother his gift.

When he opened his package, he was so happy. He put the hoodie on immediately.

“I love it (y/n/n). Thank you so much.” He said and hugged you tightly.

“Hey Buddy, Check your pocket real quick.” Chris said and Buddy checked his pocket and out came the golden ticket. Buddy’s face blew up in excitement as he held the golden ticket. He knew exactly what it was for.

“So Buddy do you think $2,000 in enough for the ticket?” Jimmy said as he pulled the cash out of his pocket. Your brother shook his head and handed Jimmy back the golden ticket in exchange for the money. Jimmy handed the money to Buddy who handed it to my mother. You were smiling. You were positive that Buddy had the best party ever. The party began to end as it got very late and so you called an uber to get back to your apartment. Jimmy hitched along instead of taking another uber back to his place to make sure you got home safely. As the Uber dropped you off at your apartment, Jimmy walked you up to the door. He grabbed your phone and put his number in it.

“Thank you so much for today Jimmy. You took the time out of your day to make my brother’s day. You are honestly a sweetheart.” You said and kissed him on the cheek.

“No problem (Y/n), you showed me something important today. And by the way you missed.” He said and kissed you softly on the lips. You kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What did I teach you Jimmy?” You said as you pulled away.

“You taught me how to love, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.

“Of Course I will Jimmy.” You said and kissed him one more time before waving him goodbye.

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

Open Mic [Yoongi x Reader]

Credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened // m.list

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When getting dragged to a bar one evening, Yoongi notices you almost immediately. What he comes to find out sends him spinning..

Word Count: 3118

A/N: This was originally supposed to be posted Tuesday. However, I wasn’t feeling it and the draft I had before hand got scrapped. I wrote it just now and I enjoyed how it turned out. 

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There he sat with a scowl on his face, a shot glass in front of him, and his eyes narrowed at his “best” friend. Yoongi didn’t appreciate being dragged out of the dorm “late” at night in order to go to a bar that had an open mic night. Nor did he appreciate being told that it was going to be fun when he had a million other things crossing his mind. 

Hoseok, the snake of their friendship dragged him and the younger one out with them. The others had somehow finessed their way out. He was scowling as if they were right in front of him. The vibe wasn’t killed because of his sour mood, instead Hoseok used it to his advantage. Reassuring Yoongi that everything was going to turn out okay and they were going to have as much fun as possible. 

Yet something deep down didn’t feel right. They didn’t have a body guard, they just walked straight out of the dorms. He knew that their company would yell at them if anything happened. But as Hoseok pointed out: Who needs a body guard when they have Jungkook? 

Yeah, that didn’t make Yoongi feel any better inside. Reaching out, he took the small glass in his grasp. Cranked it back, let the alcohol burn and rush through his veins. At least he would get free drinks out of this, because it was once again Hoseok’s way of finessing him. 

“Hyungie,” Jungkook spoke twirling in his bar stool. “We should go up front.” 

“No.” The words quickly spitting from Yoongi’s lips. 

“C’mon hyung,” Hoseok joining in his expression twisting. His lips protruded in a pout and his eyebrows furrow in. He leans forwards, getting all up in Yoongi’s face, causing his infamous disgusted look to appear. Yoongi wasn’t falling for his friend’s attempts. There was too much on the line and he didn’t want to be rushed. 

Jungkook pushes at Hoseok in his attempts to make him pull back. That didn’t help because Hoseok eventually wrapped himself around Yoongi. He pushes his body against the eldest, tilting his head and exposing his beautiful smile. Yoongi flattens his lips in a straight line and narrows his eyes. Hoseok noticed this, laughed and patted his friend’s back. 

He reached forwards, taking the glass of beer in hand to sip on it through a straw. Yoongi noted that he didn’t drink that much, and his cheeks were already deepening a dark red. The trio stayed like this, the younger two picking on Yoongi and attempting to convince him. Yoongi saw their attempts and wasn’t having any of it. 

Instead, he was pushing them further away and cocking back more shots. He was completely unphased because he was caring more for their safety. Yoongi wanted to make sure they went back to the dorm in once piece, even if that meant dragging Hoseok and Jungkook by their ears. He would do so and wouldn’t be apologetic about it. 

It was Jungkook who noted that the mic session was about to begin. In one final attempt, Jungkook spun around again. He presses his palms to his cheeks, leaning forwards and pouting. Trying to convince the stubborn eldest to rap onstage. Instead, he failed ultimately, another laugh escaping Hoseok’s lips. 

When he turns around, he was greeted by three beautiful women on stage. Two of whom already introduced themselves as Harley on the right and Ivy on the left. You stood in the middle of them, holding the mic by your stomach. Harley introduced them as a rapping group. 

Her mid back brunette hair was tied in a high pony-tail as her makeup was done softly. She seemed to be the leader of the trio, making all the decisions and doing all the talking. She explained that they weren’t as prepared as they thought, so they were going to each to covers of different songs. First starting out with a group performance, then each breaking down into their respected areas. 

Harley goes on to explain that they were going to preform four different Bangtan pieces. This perks Yoongi’s attention, his eyes brightening. He leans forwards, pushing the small glass to the side and shoving his palm into his cheek. You took over for Harley when she turns it over as it seemed you were going to introduce the first song. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” you start in a polite voice. “But we’re going to preform Ddaeng,” you continued rubbing the back of your neck. “Then afterwards, I’ll be staying onstage to preform Agust D,” pausing for a second to let the crowd cheer. 

“Then Harley will be preforming Do You by RM and Ivy finishing with Daydream.” you finish with a small smile. You reached up to fix the fake round glasses, shifting them up on your nose. Ivy took over to finish their small statements, then proceeding to nod to the DJ. What proceeded next made Yoongi swell with pride. 

The traditional track plays, the trio’s nervous stage presents instantly changes. Harley comes swinging with Namjoon’s verse. Setting the mood that these women were not to be messed with. Yoongi’s eyes were scanning the trio, trying to get a wrap on them. His younger friends, well Jungkook was filming everything. He was bopping his head as a huge smile spreads across his lips. 

Hoseok was bouncing back and forth, enjoying the beat too much. Yoongi could even hear him giggling because he found it so amusing. He was even rapping with Ivy, keeping up with her pace as she completely slays his verse. At the end, Hoseok shouts, clapping his hand as he was just as blown away as Yoongi. 

When your part comes up, Yoongi’s eyes focus on you. Watching as that nervous energy switches. You had completely turned into a different person, letting the music and flow take over. Yoongi couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The way you came in during the chorus, it was almost as if he was watching himself. 

Yoongi was highly impressed. He held a devilish smirk across his lips, his fingers tapping against his skin. “Ddaeng,” Yoongi’s verse smacking him in the face. “Ummm,” then quickly moving in just as he expected. He watches you move across the stage. Moving your hands with the beat, your eyes closing. The music completely taking over your system, running through your veins. 

Just watching you made him excited to see what you had in store for Agust D. When you laughed into the mic, Yoongi felt like his heart stopped. It was hard to describe but he was impressed no that wasn’t the right word. He couldn’t find the words, let alone try and convince himself to find them. He wanted to speak to you, to get to know you. This was the first time he was ever interested in someone other than his own fan base. 

“She’s killing it hyung,” Hoseok whispers laughing afterwards his hand hitting Yoongi in the back. He could only roll his eye, silently giving his friend his answer while his head shook back and forth. Right now, all he could focus on was the performance and how eager he was to talk to you. From the end of his verse, Yoongi could only focus on you. 

Harley and Ivy were just as good, however as previously mentioned, he was interested in you. Watching you hype of your friends, giving it all, was extremely impressive. At the end, Yoongi stood there slow clapping. Hoseok and Jungkook were whistling and making as much noise as possible. Thank God Yoongi had picked a seat in the way back, tucked in a corner. 

From where they were sitting, they could see the stage. Yet, not many people were around them, so it was a good slip in and slip out. Win win for Yoongi and his younger friends. Harley leans in, speaking a few words of encouragement. This time, when they left, and the music started Yoongi could see the slight tremors of your hand. 

He knew how hard this song was to cover and yet, he wasn’t concerned for you. Yoongi was impressed enough from before that he was excited to see you perform this. Your back turned towards the crowd as the intro music starts. When his verse comes in, your head was bowed, and the lyrics flowed easily. He was watching your every move. 

Noting how you slowly turned around, your eyes filled with dedication and passion. Your movements slow but meaningful. You moved yourself across the stage, eventually pausing in the middle during the chorus. Your head bopped side to side, your hands still moving to the beat. 

Yoongi’s attention intensifies when he knew the faster part came in. Just as that second verse hits, his heart stops. Your flow and the way you kept up with him was out of this world. He watches as you bowed your head, then making eye contact as you started to move around. At the end, a shout escapes from Yoongi’s lips as he claps his hands. 

Hoseok was pushing on his friend and Jungkook was cackling. They both were blown away by how easily you destroyed that verse. Making it seem easy, making ever bit seem like it was nothing to you. Towards the end, Yoongi watches as now your hand gestures mimic the ones in the music video. When you finished, you flipped off the crowd, laughed a little and set the mic in a pedestal. 

The trio erupts into applauds, cheering and blown away. Yoongi couldn’t get the words out, because he didn’t know what to say. It had felt like he blacked out and thankfully Jungkook was still taking a video. If it wasn’t for the younger one’s thinking, Yoongi would have never remembered what an amazing performance he saw. 

The rest of the performance by your friends went by in a flash. Yoongi kept looking around, trying to spot you out. He wasn’t paying much attention, let alone giving them the time of day. He was still impressed, considering both songs were relatively hard, however he wanted to speak with you more. His curiosity was spinning, and he had to know more. 

But he knew he couldn’t approach you. That would be weird if he did, or at least he assumed it would be weird. Instead, he sat back, drinking with his friends. He knew that his curiosity was going to explode but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Instead, he tried to simmer it down with the pains of alcohol. 

But he couldn’t get your face out of his head, not for the rest of the night, or the next day...

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The following weeks were excruciating. Yoongi asked Jungkook to send him the video because he wanted to watch it repeatedly. He had gotten to the point where he was analyzing every performance, especially yours. He told himself that he wasn’t going to head over to that same bar, but there was a part of him that wanted to. 

Yoongi needed to move, he needed to get more information. It was like he was a detective on an important case. The thought alone was driving him insane, and it was affecting his work effort. Sadly, it’s eventually how he ended up at the same bar. He wore a mask to cover his nose and mouth, a black cap with a sweater and some black jeans. Yoongi stuffs his hands into his pockets, moving himself inwards. 

When his sights lock on yours, Yoongi pauses. You stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses out and laughing. He hadn’t realized you worked here, considering the first encounter was watching you preform. Slowly, he moves himself forwards. Much like a Link sneaking up on a Bokoblin to do a sneak attack. 

Yoongi quietly pushes the stool back, hoovering over it. He sits down, leaning his elbows into the bar and pressing one hand into his cheek. Carefully he watches. Noting your every movement with grace and your warmth, he could feel it. When you turn to lock gazes with him, you felt like your heart could stop. 

Getting lost in those chocolate eyes was one thing but noticing how the fabric wrapped around his body was another. This was a once in a blue moon situation. An extremely attractive man with beautiful warm eyes gazing at you. On the other hand, Yoongi could hear his heart in his ears. He was getting nervous because this is what he wanted. 

It had felt like he was going to chicken out and run away. The pulse that could be felt was one thing, but the tension that was building was another. He notes you slowly moving forwards. Just before Yoongi could say anything, you opened your mouth. 

“The name’s Y/N,” you spoke reaching out to grab a whisky glass. “You look like a whisky guy,” then pouring one of Yoongi’s favorite drinks into the glass. 

“Is that your super power?” Yoongi starts his voice sounding familiar to you. You scrunched your eyebrows, trying to figure it out. Instead, nothing was coming, and you inevitably shrug it off. Instead, you pushed the glass with two ice cubes towards him. 

“I guess you could say that.” you spoke shrugging again moving yourself back towards the other man. He cracks a few jokes with you, then sets a twenty on the table. You were humble enough to accept his tip, graciously thanking him repeatedly. 

It seemed as if you were the only bartender, which was normal. It was early in the weekdays, so the bar wasn’t as filled as it was the first time. Since Yoongi wasn’t one for talking much, he instead observed. He notes that you were a kind person, graciously thanking those who tipped and making people feel warm. That was something Yoongi had admired in people. 

The warmth that an individual gave was enough to tell Yoongi if he wanted to interact with them or not. How they held themselves, was important as well too. If Yoongi could spot any negative blemishes, he wasn’t going to put in the effort to speak to someone. Just noting how you were acting was enough for Yoongi’s curiosity to continue to rise. 

When you got done with your rounds, you moved back to the silent observer. There was something mysterious about how he held himself, and you couldn’t help but deny that he intrigued you. Yoongi brings the glass up, pushing his mask down to reveal his identity. When you got close, your eyes widened. 

What you saw before you were more than just a dream. Your body began to tremble as Yoongi stares at you, his gummy smirk spreading. “Ah I’m sorry dear,” he says setting the glass down after taking a sip. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but I do ask.” pausing as he tries to regain normalcy between you. “Please don’t blast that I’m here. I came alone, so I don’t have any body guards with me.”

You feverously nod your head, the words not coming to you. Instead, you tried to focus on what was in front of you. Cleaning any glasses, putting anything away. Anything that would make you not lock eye contact with someone you admire. Yoongi smirks, topping his glass of and covering his mouth and nose again. 

He still didn’t want to bring attention to him, and yet he blew his cover. It felt as if he was doing this purposely, but was he ever going to admit to it? Instead, Yoongi moves closer, sitting in front of you. Your head was still bowed as he crosses his legs under the bar. 

“I was here the night you preformed,” Yoongi starts jumping right in. Those words hit you in a different way. It made your heart thumb hard against your rib cage. It was almost as if you wanted to know what he was thinking. You wanted to know if he liked it or if he hated it. Either way, you told yourself that whatever he said wasn’t going to change how you felt. 

“I was highly impressed.” pausing once again still trying to find the words. Yoongi didn’t want to seem like a jackass, because he was trying to be genuine. “I realize that songs from my mix tape,” stuffing his hands into his pockets. “The ones that are fast, are pretty tricky for rappers to do.” 

“Oh,” the word falling from your lips. You rose to lock eye contact with him, immediately regretting it. You could feel your heart thudding in your ears, the embarrassment moving to your cheeks. “I greatly appreciate your feedback; it means a lot.” your voice rising as you were extremely embarrassed. Even now as your voice rose, it was hard to calm your fragile heart. 

“No worries, actually.” Yoongi pauses standing up again. It seemed as if he needed to be somewhere, because he felt his phone go off. “I wanted to hear more from you.” his phone coming out from his back pocket. “Do you mind if I ask for your number? I know it’s weird for me, considering that I shouldn’t be giving mine out.” he jokes laughing a little then finishing. “But I want to know more, maybe help you out.”

“Yes!” Your acceptance easily coming out then your hands covering your mouth. Another embarrassing point to add to your list of things you wished would never happen. You cleared your throat, shaking your head as your hands came out to frantically wave back and forth. “I would love that,” you try again giving him another embarrassing smile. 

Yoongi couldn’t help but be amused at what happened. He chuckles, lowering his head then locking eye contact with you. He moves his phone forwards, asking you to type your number in. It went quickly, as you didn’t want to be rude and accidently press buttons. The conversation between you two was something you more than likely wouldn’t forget for the rest of the night. 

But what you wouldn’t forget was Yoongi’s last glance in your direction. His expression softened as you could only see his beautiful brown eyes. Even behind the mask, you could tell he was giving you a smirk. He takes a few steps back, then proceeds to say your name. “I’ll see you around Y/N,” giving you a small wave then moving back out into the darkness of the night. 

Yoongi left you standing there speechless. He left you a huge tip, equivalent to one hundred dollars. It was likely that if he had any intentions on coming back, you certainly would pass out in front of him. 

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Dark Prophecy Boys

Alright another crossover pair that literally no asked for except me but just imagine how well Sal Fisher from Sally Face and Kenny from SP would get along. 

  Kenny moves to Nockfell when he is fourteen and at first he’s pissed as hell. His older brother got sick of their parent’s shit and took off in his beater car with Kenny and Karen. It not that Kenny just wants to stay with his friends but he is genuinely terrified of how his curse would be affected if he doesn’t live in South Park. Perhaps the next time he dies, it’ll be for good. But when he looks down at Karen’s hopeful eyes, he sighs and swallows the fear. After all they are moving into a place called Addison Apartments, it’s such a bland name for what Kenny is sure to be a bland place filled with knitting old ladies and crotchety old men. What’s the worst that can happen? 

On their first day of moving into 404, somebody gets murdered down the hall and Kenny hears a knock at their door. 

Him and Sal become instant friends, it hard not to like the little blue dude. He’s genuinely nice and says the funniest shit with the straightest face. It becomes a game between them on who can say the most outrageous stuff without smiling or laughing. Sal has his prosthetic face which gives him an advantage but Kenny has years of practice of saying stupid shit on a daily basis so he would say that they are evenly matched. Once Kenny meets Larry, the three boys are solidified into the ultimate trio with artsy, metal head Larry, tiny, polite, blue gremlin Sal, and lanky, sardonic Kenny. 

Kenny was usually more of a pop music type of guy but overtime he grows to love metal and can be found head banging with the best of them. He spends most of his time in the basement with Larry and Sal either playing video games or rocking out on the drums for their totally sick rock band, The Face Eaters.  Kenny and Larry like to gang up on Sal with the cheesiest puns that they can think of. Their jokes and pranks usually involve lots of props and one liners so corny, Sal will literally hurl his fake eye at Larry and Kenny’s dumb laughing faces as punishment for their terrible dad humor.  

Kenny meets Todd and Ash, while he likes them well enough for Todd reminds him a bit like Kyle and Ash is pretty cool, Larry and Sal are still his main dudes. Kenny has always felt detached from the other kids in South Park, his many deaths always playing in his mind on a constant loop. it hurt too much to let his guard down especially when he knew that at the end of the day, he was going to end up dead. But living in Nockfell, it was like time has moved forward again and Kenny is able to go to bed alive every day. It’s exhilarating and terrifying for once he’s a normal kid with normal friends. He feels a strong connection to Sal, there’s some strange electricity buzzing in his bones that urges him to get closer to the porcelain masked boy. Sal would often radio Kenny every time he has a nightmare and the two boys would either go hang with Larry or sneak onto the fire escape to talk and look at the stars. 

Sal is a beautiful, sad mystery to Kenny. One minute, he’s laughing and teasing Larry and then the next, his eyes would go so dark and sad, and Kenny feels as if he’s staring into the eyes of an ancient grief that’s barely holding on. It’s a feeling that he knows all too well and it makes him to want to get even closer to him because he can’t stand seeing that expression on anyone’s face, especially Sal’s. 

Once the boys start the ghost hunting business, Kenny feels the slight premonition of the darkness that haunts the building. While Kenny’s dying days seem to be over, he’s forever connected to the other side. He can see hazy outlines of the ghosts trapped in the building. Whenever he walks over a certain spot, his mouth is flooded with the coppery taste of blood and his body aches as if he’s been stabbed. Miss Rosenberg’s flat eyes gazes at him as if he’s simply a ghost himself, and while she mutters cryptic stuff about the ancient ones under her breath, Kenny is too scared to go near her for very long. She may have answers to his questions but he isn’t sure if he’s ready to hear the exact truth. 

After the Bologna incident, things change within the group. There’s an overwhelming dread and purpose to shoulder the burden of stopping the terrible evil that sleeps under their feet. Kenny grows closer to Sal as the two boys struggle with their roles of being puppets for the eldritch horrors that are guiding them to their dark destinies. 

Kenny saves up to move Karen out of the cursed apartment building. The kids grow older and at Henry and Lisa’s wedding, Kenny is so happy and tipsy that he spontaneously kisses Sal during their first slow dance. Panic washes away the happiness but as Kenny sputters out apologies, Sal only laughs and lifts up his mask briefly to kiss Kenny back. And that’s it, Kenny’s a goner for this blue boy who can make him laugh so hard that it hurts to breath, for the one who hushes Kenny’s fears of being forgotten and the one who is so kind and good and so god damn beautiful that Kenny feels like crying and laughing at the same time. Not much changes in their relationship besides more hand holding, sly grins and cutesy nick names, and double dates with Todd and Neil. 

Kenny is so happy he feels as if he could float to the moon. They are freshly graduated and he is moving in with Sal. Karen and Kevin are set up in another part of town, away from the Addison Apartments. Larry is moving in with them as well and Ash is coming back to town. Kenny is sure that this is how his life will be from now on, filled with friends, family, metal music and the love of his life. 

But he has forgotten what the embrace of Death has felt like and Death is a possessive, jealous being. Kenny has forgotten that he doesn’t get a happy ending, none of them do. Kenny’s life is shattered with one phone call from Sal and as he races to the apartments, he can feel Death nipping at his heels. He knows that he will die tonight. For the first time in many years, Kenny McCormick will die but the question remains. Will he stay dead? 

Older Kenny Fan Art Credit to: https://www.deviantart.com/tamaytka/art/Oh-my-god-they-killed-kenny-689294649

Young Kenny Fan Art Credit to: http://ayachiichan.tumblr.com/post/157111681063/pen-pressure-sucks-but-i-still-tried-to-doodle

Young Sal- I can’t find the original artist for this. If someone has any idea please let me know so I can credit them please

Older Sal Art Credit to: https://aminoapps.com/c/sface/page/item/sal-fisher/qkex_N5Bs3IB3bXx51Zrp6xB8jQlNG2weqm

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 405

MURTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

The end.

Y’all I haven’t fangirled about an episode of Outlander this much since season fucking one. And can I just say, I fucking missed this feeling. I missed this feeling so fucking much. Comparing this episode to the ones with all of the book dialogue awkwardly crammed in makes me really hope they start throwing the book out the window more and more, and instead just do whatever they want in order to tell a good story.

AND I JUST FUCKING LOVE MURTAGH OK!

PETITION TO LET CLAIRE HAVE FRIENDS WHO DON’T MURDER PEOPLE/GET MURDERED!

Just the mutual respect between Claire and Adawehi gives me the warm fuzzies.

Adawehi: “She is here. No, not in your heart, woman. I mean actually here. Like physically here. Yes, I know you find it comforting to think your daughter is always with you in your heart, but I’m telling you, she can also literally be with you, like in your house.” Claire: “Yeah, it’s really too bad I had to leave her, but at least she’s here in my memories...” Adawehi: “You’re killing me, lady.”

JOKING ASIDE ADAWEHI DESERVED BETTER AND I LOVE HER AND MUELLER IS THE WORST.

Gerhard, not Robert.

I love the white sow with my whole heart.

LOOKIT THESE DOMESTIC FRASERS WORRYING ABOUT HATS AND JERKY.

I’m laughing at Jamie so hard for thinking that Scots are just going to jump at the chance for free land...that ties them to the English government. Like bro, some of the Scots in North Carolina actually give a shit about what the English did to Scotland. And don’t immediately get in bed with them, (especially when it’s common knowledge that they cheat and steal from people) and become the sort of people they fought against.

It’s like Jamie and Claire were like hmmm, our only two options are to move to Boston where we’ll be right in the middle of the revolution or become the colonizing/occupying force we fought against in Scotland. And the rest of the Scots are like nah, bro.

OH HEY JAMIE, WHY YA TAKIN’ THAT CANDLESTICK?! TO GET A RING MADE PERHAPS??? *fangirling intensifies*

“I love bacon.” Same, Young Ian. So much same.

Lady Boner for Frontier!Beauchamp.

Oooh, we’re doing Jamie’s visions are we?

I really do appreciate them doing damage control after last season including Jamie thinking of Bree this season. And I love how ever since Claire came back to Jamie, Bree is still a constant presence in her life. And she continues to live with the cost of her choice to return to Jamie.

Y’all Claire lost her parents. She left Uncle Lamb when she got married. She lost Frank woohoo! when she went through the stones. She lost Jamie after Culloden. And she lost Bree when she went back to Jamie. She’s never really had all of the people who are important to her with her all at the same time. AND IN A COUPLE OF EPISODES SHE WILL AND I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT! I SHIP CLAIRE AND HAPPINESS AND SHE WON’T FULLY HAVE THAT UNTIL HER WHOLE FAMILY IS TOGETHER AND GUYS I HAVE FEELINGS.

Nice hat, Roger MacSeedot.

Miss Baird: “I can see she broke your heart.” Me: *recaps the last couple episodes* Miss Baird: “Actually, she’s better off without you. You’re kind of the worst. Good day to you MacSeedot. I SAID GOOD DAY.

Just noticed that this pic that was tweeted about Wilmington is actually Woolam’s Creek. Lulz.

Ok is this lady flirting with Jamie only supposed to be setting up him telling Bree that he’s a married man? Or else, like, what’s the point? We know Jamie’s not going to cheat on Claire? If this is supposed to be like the Mme Jeanne fake out then hard pass, show.

“That’s a very impressive offer. But you see, the English fucked up our country. Our families. Our lives. And now they cheat and steal from us here, all the way across an ocean. Rent or no rent, I still have my principles.”

“Did six farmers just refuse the offer of land given without charge?”  “There’s no sense in it. Except that it makes them obliged to the English and, you know, as Scots we sort of don’t like them very much. So really I have no clue why they’d turn me down.”

Yo, I fucking love this change, tbh. Jamie’s a dumbass, but I’ve thought that about show!Jamie for a minute now so... Bahahaha. Bro. Rock on, farmers.

“Savages! They steal our water for their horses!” Y’all Mueller is the literal worst. But him being fucking awful, doesn’t mean Jamie and Claire are off the hook for also being fucking colonizers.

But seriously. Gerhard. You are a fucking monster.

“They have no reason to set foot on MY land!” Fuck ALL the way off, bruh.

Claire’s like “Please! I know they’re the literal worst and you’re literally just watering your horses on your own damn land, but please change your behavior to accommodate a racist af colonizer!” Which like, good on her for trying to deescalate the situation, but putting it on the wronged party to change to accommodate the white aggressor still isn’t a good look.

“Water belongs to no one.” Y’all this show claims not to be political, but making this conflict about water is relevant as fuck to the present. (For those who don’t click through to what I link, that’s a profile of the Standing Rock water protectors.)

This episode is really doing a lot to try to frame the Frasers as “good” colonizers. (Look! They make friends with their Cherokee neighbors whose land they’ve stolen! They’re trying to learn the Cherokee language! They respect the knowledge of Adawehi! They know Cherokee customs!) And the Muellers as “bad” colonizers. (This is our land! They shouldn’t be here! Fuck what they’re actually doing, I think they’re cursing us and therefore must murder their witch!) But show, let’s be real. Just like the “benevolent slave owner” is bullshit, the “good” colonizer is also bullshit.

Gerhard Mueller is an unforgivable piece of shit, but that doesn’t mean the Frasers are in the right.

Rollo the body guard is adorable and I 100% want a blooper reel of just him fucking up and Balfe being like OMFG DOG.

Claire tiredly flopping onto the bed is A FUCKING MOOD.

Y’all the Leoch music as Claire does the homestead chores gives me so many feelings. It meant she was starting to feel at home in Jamie’s time and is now signifying her being at home in the place they built together AND I JUST WANT MY BABY TO BE HAPPY OK.

For real though, I fucking love the white sow.

White Sow/Clarence 2020

Claire nudging Rollo out of her food is relatable af. *side eyes my cat*

Claire’s “good morning, ladies!” to the goats is my fucking everything. Also, pretty sure one of the goats is named Persephone and the person who posted this just didn’t know how to spell that. High five for animal name twins! I should get my cat a goat friend...

Claire drinking and being like oh this is gross and then drinking more anyway is also A Mood.

“’Tis my land after all.” Jamie says it in relation to the English. Mueller says it in relation to the Cherokee. Again trying to show a difference between the two, but *looks directly into the camera.*

MURTAGH MOTHERFUCKING FITZGIBBONS FRASER Y’ALL

Lol, I love that in the closed captions, Murtagh’s lines are noted as “Smith” before he turns around. Like we don’t recognized that crotchety voice.

Y’ALL I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT MURTAGH IS BACK.

Oh look, rando flirty woman is back. *hums Say No to This to self*

OMG THE LOOK ON MURTAGH’S FACE WHEN HE HEARS JAMIE’S VOICE IS LIKE THE SAME FACE THAT JAMIE MADE WHEN HE HEARD CLAIRE’S IN THE PRINT SHOP AND I AM SO FULL OF FEELINGS YOU GUYS

YES, HUG IT OUT, GUYS! *JOINS IN THE GROUP HUG FROM MY COUCH* I’M JUST SO HAPPY.

"I’m sorry. Citronella died. They got measles, but at least there were no mosquitoes.”

Gerhard Mueller is totally the sort of person who would shoot up a mosque or synagogue because of some bullshit, racist 4chan conspiracy theory. Entitled white men haven’t evolved at all in the last 200 years...

Yas, Claire, work that gun...

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The way Jamie’s face lights up when Murtagh says he can do a bit of silversmithing though.

Y’ALL MURTAGH IS TOTALLY GONNA MAKE CLAIRE’S NEW RING AND THAT ANON I GOT TOTALLY CALLED IT AND I AM 1000% HERE FOR IT OMG YAAAS, SHOW, YAAAS.

Murtagh’s face when he thinks Jamie remarried is amazing. And Jamie sending Young Ian away when Murtagh asks if he married again is hilarious because like “Dude, please don’t blow up my spot about Laoghaire when I haven’t been able to fanboy with my godfather about my time traveling wife yet. And I need to fanboy about my time traveling wife with her literal #1 fan.”

*waits impatiently for Murtagh’s reaction to the Laoghaire marriage news*

For real, his reaction to that is going to be fucking aaaaaaaAAAHMAZINGGGG.

Y’ALL I WANT A CEBRF FANDOM WAR BETWEEN MURTAGH AND YOUNG IAN OVER WHO STANS CLAIRE MORE. “I regularly put my hands in other people’s body cavities for her!” “I’ve been stanning her for twice as long as you’ve been alive, laddie!”

THE CLAIRE ELIZABETH BEAUCHAMP FAN CLUB’S FOUNDING MEMBER IS BACK AND YOUNG IAN BETTER RECOGNIZE.

LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN JAMIE SAYS THAT CLAIRE CAME BACK! AND HE FUCKING *KNOWS* WHAT THAT MEANS! HE FUCKING PRAYED FOR HER AND HER BABY FOR YEARS AND TO KNOW SHE’S SAFE AND BACK WITH JAMIE AND HIS SHIP REALLY IS ENDGAME AND I’M JUST SO FULL OF HAPPINESS.

Da!Jamie bragging about his kid is endearing afffffffff.

*again side eyes how she was treated in ep. 306*

Ok, but I love that Murtagh doesn’t just like up and change his whole life to rejoin Jamie. It’s been a long time. He has his life. He loves Jame and he loves Claire, but just like they had changed, so has Murtz.

“We’ve had trouble finding tenants.” “Yeah, no shit. Come, Jamie, let me school you.”

Murtagh in a kilt and bonnet while Jamie is in breeks and a tricorn. Murtagh rousing the Scots against the thievery of the English and Jamie trying to get them to become indebted to the English. Which one is truly keeping the spirit of Scotland alive in North Carolina?

I’d bet money that the piece of tartan Murtagh has pinned over his heart is the same piece he’s had with him since Ardsmuir.

Mueller can fuck all the way off with his “we deserve to live because we believe in God” crap.

It *is* their land you fucking piece of shit.

The scene with Mueller when he brings Claire Adawehi’s scalp got me so fucking heated because there are so many white men in this country today who share the same/very similar beliefs to him in regards to various minority groups or people they see as “Other.” Fuck each and every one of those men.

Claire’s funeral for Adawehi is very moving though.

#AdawehiDeservedBetter

You brought this on yourself, Herr Mueller. Good riddance.

But Frau Mueller, yet another woman who is the collateral damage of the shitty actions of men.

Rollo is the least intimidating guard dog ever.

HE REMEMBERS HER SONG AND IT’S LIKE THEIR LITTLE INSIDE JOKE AND HE DOES HIS LITTLE DANCE AND HER FACE AND HIS FACE AND GUYS I AM SO FULL OF FEELINGS AND I LOVE THE TWO OF THEM SO MUCH AND GUYS I AM SO EXCITED FOR MURTAGH TO BE AGGRESSIVELY #TEAMCLAIRE WHEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT LAOGHAIRE AND FOR HIM TO MEET BREE AND EVEN FOR HIM TO MEET WILLIE AND GUYS THEY SAVED MURTAGH AND I LOVE MURTAGH AND YOU DID A GOOD THING, SHOW.

Ok the letter that Bree left for Roger makes him look even worse for going after her tbh. Like he wasn’t supposed to see it for a year and it was like clearly an “open if I’m dead” thing so like he knows she clearly is intending to come back. But instead of listening to her, he off and does what he thinks is right instead. Which means he’s learned *nothing* since the proposal. Fuck that guy.

Roger really is Frank. He wants a marriage like Frank and Claire had pre-stones. Where it's all about him and what he wants to do and the wife is just along to support him in that endeavor. *gestures at episode 101* Between reading the books again and watching this season, Roger really is the worst and I don't think the show will do anything that comes close to redeeming him since *gestures at how they wrote Jamie last season* so at this point I ship Bree with her damn self. She doesn't need a man to live her fullest life. Especially one like fucking Roger.

Bree is too good for Roger and this is the hill I will die on.

But y’all! Bree’s gonna get to be with her mom again! And meet Jamie! And look hot af in period clothes! AND MEET MURTAGH!

*focuses aggressively on that instead of Rape and Rogergate*

GUYS MURTAGH IS BACK!!!!!!!!!

[robinslaugh]

An Unforgettable Night Part 2

Look who actually wrote a part two wow we’re all surprised I know

Read part 1 here

“How many do you have with you?” Adrien asked as he led Ladybug to side of the room, no one payed them any notice. Ladybug eyed her new partner suspiciously.

“Three here with me, one more elsewhere,” she answered.

“You except to take down a court with only three people?!” Chat gaped at her, she rolled her eyes and waved her hand.

“Our mission was to kill you and the Bourgeois girl; get in, get out. We’re not stupid enough to try to kill a small army of vampires at once!” Ladybug explained.

“How do I know you won’t just kill me when you get the chance?”

“Oh I wouldn’t hope for otherwise,” she replied, she scanned the room for her accomplices, coming across Rena Rouge and Carapace standing near the tables lined with food; likely to cover their scent but even from across the room she could tell they were getting sick of the sight of blood. Adrien sighed.

“Look, I know we can’t truly trust each other but...we could at least pretend to? It might make this more enjoyable,” Chat suggested. Ladybug scrunched up her face.

“What would we get out of that?”

“It’d make the chances of us killing each other before necessary less likely?”

Ladybug shrugged and held out her hand to him.

“Fine, I completely trust you Chat Noir,” she said with a fake smile plastering her face. Chat chuckled darkly.

“And I trust you with my life Ladybug,” he took her hand, but not to shake as Ladybug had intended, he bowed and placed a soft kiss to it to which Ladybug scoffed but couldn’t help but let a small, genuine smile appear. 

“Adrien?” A figure approached the pair and both of them tensed up. Adrien laughed nervously as they came closer. “What?” I-uh” Adrien failed to recognize the figure and they sighed removing the white mask. “Kagami! Hey!” Ladybug recognized the name, an heiress and a ruthless killer known for being cold and calculative. Standing before her Ladybug was under the impression the rumors got her right. Kagami narrowed her eyes at Ladybug, as if she was assessing her before turning back to speak to Adrien.

“I believe your family is looking for you, and your fiancé has been throwing a hissy fit about you going missing,”

“Oh, right I’m sorry. Just wanted to get away for a minute,” Adrien shrugged.

“I understand,” Kagami nodded, “who is this?” she gestured to Ladybug who took a step forward and curtsied.

“Madame Ladybug, pleasure to meet you” she introduced herself. Kagami curtly nodded.

“Ladybug, I don’t mean to be rude but I’ll be escorting the prince back to his booth,” Kagami said, the pair hesitantly glanced at one another before nodding hurriedly.

“Of course; I’m sorry to have caused any trouble,” Ladybug replied, to which Kagami shook her head.

“Not at all, the royal family appears to get worrisome quickly is all,” she explained before gesturing for Adrien to follow her. Adrien took off his mask quietly sighing and shot a look to Ladybug saying I’ll see you soon.

Ladybug turned away and out of his sight as he followed Kagami, who rolled her eyes before speaking.

“You know you can’t just go running off like that, especially not the night before your wedding.” Kagami scolded him.

“I know! I just-Chloe-I needed to get away for a few minutes,” he tried to defend himself. “And it’s not like I was running away or something! I literally just left the booth,”

“You know better than I do that when it comes to your father you may as well have ran away from home. But what’s with that get up anyway? The suit you were wearing looked just fine,”

“Well you would’ve found me a lot sooner if I had just been wearing the full royal colors now wouldn’t you?”

They reached the bottom of the stairs and Adrien paused, causing Kagami to turn back towards him. The music was loud and lively, and, for the first time in a very long while, Adrien felt excited; being drawn towards Ladybug and the possibilities she brought into his world.

“What is it?”

“Could you-could you just pretend you couldn’t find me? You can get me in like ten minutes it’s just...it was nice to… nice to not have to deal with them.” Adrien said. Kagami thought for a moment and glanced at the mask still in his hand and then up above them.

“Ten minutes, not a second more.” she complied. Adrien grinned and pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you! I owe you one,”

“That you do,” she agreed, “just don’t go falling in love with that other girl right before the wedding,”

“Ladybug!” Adrien exclaimed, “Heh, I doubt that,”

“Cool, then maybe I stand a chance,” Kagami said slyly, Adrien laughed.

“You never know,” he shrugged before putting back on his mask. “How do I look?”

“Dashing,” Kagami answered as she turned around. “And I mean it, you don’t have long,”

“Noted,” Chat nodded before wandering back into the crowd.

Deep within the crowds Ladybug stood drinking a glass of water, her throat dry from nerves. She let Rena Rouge come up behind her, neither girl facing one another.

“The prince?” Rena asked as fanned herself.

“Don’t worry about him.” Ladybug replied tracing the rim of her drink. “Bourgeois?”

“She has constant security, but Carapace and I can lure her away.” Rena answered. “You know...we have a chance-we could probably take out more than just our designated targets.”

“One can dream,” Ladybug said. “But the longer we’re here the more at risk we become.”

“Right, ten minutes then?”

Ladybug spotted Chat Noir and shook her head.

“Let me get back to you, but within the hour yes,” she instructed. Rena Rouge closed her fan and walked away. Ladybug let Chat approach her.

“My lady,” he greeted her, she nodded.

“I do hope someone isn’t about to come running after you,” Ladybug said eyeing the scene around them. “The last thing I need is attention being drawn to me thanks to you,”

“Don’t worry, I was promised ten minutes,”

“To do what exactly?” Ladybug asked. Chat shrugged playfully.

“I figured you’d have that answer,” he replied. Ladybug sighed.

“We need to talk, but can’t be listened in on,”

“Alright then, care for another dance?”

“You really think a dance would provide cover?” Ladybug judged, Chat rolled his eyes.

“Nooooo I just want an excuse to dance with you,” he joked.

“Do you not understand how serious tonight is?” she hissed, Chat looked at her sadly.

“My lady, you hold my life and freedom in your hands right now. So yes, I’m aware of how serious this is.” he answered as he extended his hand. Ladybug hesitantly took it and he lead her to the dance floor.

A sense of deja vu washed over them as the next song began, although not a waltz like the first time This time Paso Doble. But every song here sounded the same to Ladybug, dark and haunting.

“So you said there are three more of you right?” Chat confirmed as he draped his arms around Ladybug.

“Yes,”

“And they know I’m with you right?”

“They don’t even know where you are right now,” she answered. Chat sighed.

“Greeeaat, can’t wait to be staked by your teammates who didn’t the memo,”

Ladybug grinned, “Oh please, I was tasked with the honor of killing you,”

“Even better, can I hope you’d make it quick and painless?”  he said sarcastically.

“No promises,”

Both of them quietly laughed and Chat glanced around the room as he twirled Ladybug around the dancefloor. He caught the eye of Kagami who had been keeping an eye on them, when she noticed him staring back she held up her hand and mouthed the number five.

“I don’t have much time before I have to rejoin my family,” Chat explained, “anything I should know?”

“Ten minutes after you return keep an eye on Chloe Bourgeois, when you see her being lured off by a woman in an orange and white dress and a man in a green suit, follow at a respectable distance and do not interfere,” Ladybug answered as Chat dipped her.

“Understood,” Chat nodded, “do we then make our escape after Chloe is dealt with?”

“Yes, but be on guard, my friends might be less trusting of you.” Ladybug warned him.

“Please, I doubt my own father trusts me to be in a room by myself, I think I can handle it.” Chat chuckled as he spun her again.

The dance continued and their movements were fluid and together, and Ladybug, knowing that these circumstances would likely never come again had a request.

“Chaton?”

“Yes my lady?”

“Could you-it’s fine if you don’t want to or don’t know how but...could you do one of those cool lifts? You know where the guy lifts the girl into the air and spins her around?” she asked awkwardly laughing. Chat smiled and waited one moment for the music to be right then raised her into the air with ease. Ladybug gasped, then laughed and raised her arms as she was swirled through the air before being set back down.

“Everything you dreamed it would be?” Chat asked only half joking. Ladybug nodded.

“Yes-yeah I suppose it was.” she said her face dusted with pink. The both of them danced in silence for a moment before laughing. “Thanks,”

“Adrien?” Two voices asked. The pair turned to see Kagami and Natalie standing there. Adrien opened his mouth to speak before Natalie cut him off angrily.

“What were you thinking pulling this kind of stunt? Your father has been worried sick! You knew tonight was important!” Natalie looked like she was about to talk more before Kagami silenced her.

“We should get him back before it becomes more of an issue,” Kagami stated differently. Natalie nodded and turned around. Kagami gestured for Adrien to take off his mask before doing the same. Adrien sighed and slipped off the mask and turned to Ladybug who whispered,

“Ten minutes,” Chat nodded and let his gaze linger a second too long.

“Good luck,” 

Yeah there’s gonna be another part to this, at most two more parts

[aescapisms]

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“So, what’s your story?” You asked him when you guys were sitting on the couch, the television providing you both with the background noise

“Oh, business, which is why sometimes I go away for a long period of time.”

“You mean like an executive secretary or something?” He smiled and muttered ‘Something like that.’ Then he turned the question around and asked about you. Not wanting to reveal what you really do in life to a stranger, but you didn’t want to lie either so you said you were a writer. “I write.”

“Like books?” You smiled at him and said yes, you weren’t lying. The lyrics that you write were on those little booklets that’s usually included in a CD. “Was that why you travel around? For inspiration?”

“Not really. The last time I traveled was just to visit my family.” He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, “I was raised here by my grandparents. They took me because my parents wanted them to. We didn’t have much growing up.”

You noticed his sad eyes, as if he knew how that felt. Maybe he did.  That’s when it really dawned on you that you don’t know anything about this man in front of you.  But even then, you trusted him. It was stupid. “Oh, same for me. I was from Romania, then we moved to Austria then here in New York.“  

You were about to ask him about his family but your phone rang. Ryan. “Sorry. My boss. I’m gonna have to take this call.” You excused yourself and went straight to your room. You didn’t want him to hear about the call, it was personal. And regarding your work.

“Hey, so are you back in New York? Because I have some demo I would want you to hear.”

“Hey, yeah. Ryan. Of course. I’m gonna swing by the studio at around 11 am. Just gonna take a shower and head over there alright?”

“Alright, that’s good because we really need to work on this right now.”

“I know, I know. I have some stuff here too. I’ve been writing back home and I want you to look over them see if its any good to be included in the album.”

“Alright. See you.”

You peeked out of your door to see if Sebastian was still sitting on the couch but he wasn’t. He probably left to go to his room. Gathering your clothes and a towel your went to the bathroom. Over the years of rush hours, you managed to figure out the fastest way to take a shower. Wet your whole body. Shampoo, let it sit. Soap (really quickly), brush your teeth and rinse. Your 10 minute shower routine has helped you get the most of your daylight hours.

“You leaving?” Sebastian asked when you stepped out of the bathroom. You nodded at him as you comb your hair, and made sure that a hair tie was on your wrist so that you can tie it up later when it dries.

“Yeah, need to leave for work. I’ll be getting groceries afterwards. I’ll see you later.” He nodded and wished you a safe trip.

The last thing you see before you went out the door was him looking at you, and you can’t help but think that if that’s the face that’ll be waiting for you every single day you’d be singing praises the rest of your damn life.

You thanked the taxi driver but he just glared at you in return. You shook your head, you really haven’t grasped the way people do things here. The bright neon lights welcomed you as soon as you entered the building. “Morning Todd!” You greeted at the security guard. He smiled back and reminded you to check in later since the IDs are gonna be delivered today. They decided to amp up the security around the building because of the incident involving a fan, a fake moustache and a trolley.  Just thinking about that day makes you laugh. It was really one of the best things that ever happened here in this building.

The whole day was spent with the four of you just bouncing ideas back and forth. You’ve always liked writing, ever since you were a little kid you’ve always written things your mother would always read it and tell you good job. From then on you’ve always thought you’d be a writer. But you were introduced to music in your high school years and that’s when your goals in life changed.

“So, we’ll start the recordings probably next week we’re gonna work on these songs, you should too. I’ll send you the recordings and you can send me yours.”

You nodded, “Sure. Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow then?” They waved good bye you were on the way to the elevator when you decided to go back to ask them where the nearest supermarket was. You remembered saying that you’ll do groceries since there’s really nothing that you can cook in the apartment.

Turns out there was a supermarket near the apartment, so you told the taxi driver to take you there. Some people actually recognized you which made your heart flutter. Being recognized means people are hearing about your music and that in itself is a wonderful thing.

But  a voice inside your head was warning you that these people might follow you back home because you had that happen to you in your hometown. Your mother had asked you for a grocery store run since you are still her kid and she is still your mother and you had to do everything she asks you to. You thought you were in the clear until someone screamed when they saw you leaving the mall. They demanded to take a picture with you, which of course you were more than happy to do. But they decided to follow you, which really sucked because then you had to go to a hotel and pretend that you were staying there just so you can keep your family’s address a secret.

Not wanting to burden your new “roommate/landlord” you decided to take the taxi and you specifically asked him to circle around the city to make sure no one was following you. Only when you were on the third step on the stairs of the fourth floor did you remember that Sebastian never gave you a key, or his number for you to contact. “Jesus Christ, I fucking hope he’s here.” You muttered under your breath. But luck just wasn’t at your side this week, because after knocking 5 times and you made sure that it was loud enough to be heard by someone inside. No one opened the door. So there you were, stuck outside with the grocery bags. You decided to place it all on the floor and sat down on the same spot where Sebastian slammed a door on you. There was nothing else you could do so you decided to pull out your notebook and write some lyrics, it really didn’t matter if you’re going to sing it or some other artist. All you wanted was to create music, and hearing it come to life? It was the best feeling ever.

You were in the middle of recording a melody when you hear Sebastian go “Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, shit-- Look…” He was going to apologize but you cut him off. “Sebastian, it’s okay. I’m good. It’s my fault, I didn’t tell you what time I was going to come back. And I’m a freeloader here, I really don’t expect you to wait up for me everytime.” He sighed and apologized as he helped you stand up. “How long have you been waiting?” You decided to lie and say you waited for a few minutes when in truth you’ve been there for almost two hours now. “I bought groceries after work. I hope that’s okay.”

Sebastian smiled and handed you the key to the door. You fumbled to get it into the keyhole because you were holding your bag and your notebook so Sebastian took it from you and decided to put it inside your bag. You were about to pick up the grocery bags when you saw that Sebastian was already carrying them with your bagpack on his back. You can’t help but laugh at the sight of him. You’ve only known this man for a day and he makes you laugh like no one ever did. It’s kinda weird how life does that.

“I could’ve helped you. You know.” You told him as he set the bags on the counter in the kitchen. You closed the door and placed his keys on the key bowl near the door. “I can’t let you do that. Go rest up or change clothes. I’ll fix these stuff in the kitchen.” You nodded and took your bag that he placed on the stool. “I’ll be right back.”

While he was busy with fixing the pantry, you decided to change clothes. Then you took your face towel and some facial wash to get the make up off of your face. You never did like the idea of walking around the house with make up on. And even though technically this wasn’t your house, your opinion didn’t change. Sebastian laughed when he saw you running to the bathroom. Even though he has absolutely no idea why you were running.

“What do you want for dinner Seb?” You asked when you got out of the bathroom. Seb was putting the trash bags into one plastic bag. “I’ll leave that to your very capable hands, Y/N.” You stood infront of the fridge for a minute trying to decide whether to cook chicken parmesan or a tortellini skillet. But since you were getting kinda hungry, you decided to go for the former.

“Damn this is amazing.” Sebastian complimented as soon as he took a bite of the food. You laughed because he was a sloppy eater. Sauce was all over his mouth, the man in front of you was so different from the man you saw earlier. This one wasn’t wearing any mask, this was Sebastian.

“Did you go to work earlier?” you asked, deciding to make a small talk as you handed him some tissue. “Here, you made a mess. Easy there with your food.” He took the tissue and muttered an apology “It’s so good! I can’t help it. But no, I just went out to meet with, uh, my boss and to get a key duplicate.” He then proceeded to fish the key out of his pocket and carefully handed it to you.

“Thank you Seb. It really means alot to me that you haven’t killed me yet.” he laughed and continued to eat. After the both of you finished eating he helped in washing the dishes, he continued to compliment your cooking which gave you an idea.  “Hey, if you want I can cook you lunch. Oh, but then it’ll get cold by the time you eat it at work.” But he quickly dismissed that idea and said that there was a microwave at work. “Please, I am so tired of the food on set. I would want some of your homemade meals.”

“Really?” He either really liked your cooking or it was the only time in a long year that someone had cooked a meal for him. “What time do you leave for work tomorrow?”

“I leave at 11. Need to be there early.”

“By the way, if you have a diet or something just tell me so I can cook accordingly. And I should probably save your number, you know. Just in case.”

“Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing.”

The both of you exchanged numbers that night and talked while you sat on the couch watching a t.v series, well more on using the t.v as a background noise while the both of you talked. All the stress from earlier suddenly went away, talking with Sebastian felt like that. You both talked about how shitty work was, his favorite things, and the memories from your childhood. He asked about you country and how it felt like growing up there.

That night the both of you felt free in that apartment. That night you talked about topics you wouldn’t dare talk about with someone else. There was something so beautiful about talking to a stranger without any facade. Without pretense. Without the lies. Except for one.

Four days have passed and you’re still staying at Sebastian’s. It’s 7 in the morning so you decided to cook breakfast, as well as lunch for him. That had been your routine for the past few days. You had to leave early today so you left Sebastian’s food on the table and left a note that his lunch in in the fridge. Today is the release day of your album and everyone is so hyped about this. You have been trending in Twitter for the last 24 hours. You’ve never been happier. This is your 2nd album and you know that you’ve put your heart and soul into this. You just hope that your fans will not be disappointed with the album that you’re gonna be putting out.

The moment you arrived at the studio, everyone that helped make the album possible was there. Waiting for you to click the release button that will make you album instantly available to the world. “You ready kid?” Ryan asked. You smiled and nodded at him, “Let’s do this.” In one click you were live on Spotify and Apple music and the digital album is being downloaded over a thousand times.

In the midst of celebrating, Ryan gave you an envelope. It was an official invitation for a music award show and they wanted you to present an award. “When is this? I’ve been so out of the loop in social media right now you don’t even know--”

“It’s tonight! Surprise! The team is on the way here and you’re gonna get ready and you’ll do great.”

And there goes your evening plans.

The dress you wore was a black long sleeved dress from Dior, that had a slit which showed your legs. After the photo for the press it was the interview next. “Hey, Y/N how does it feel to be back in the spotlight after taking a break?” You smiled and said hi, “It was great. It feels so surreal, and to be able to present an award is jsut so exciting. I’m actually quite nervous thinking about it.”

“So how was the break? Where did you go? DId you meet any you know, anyone?”

“It was really great. I went home to my parents. You know, and went some time off on social media, but no I did not meet anyone.” You laughed but then your mind suddenly went to the apartment you share with a particular blue eyed man who has a goofy smile.

“Maybe because they’re scared that you might not like them.” You shook your head to get rid of that thought and focused on the interview. ‘I’m sorry what was that?”

“I said, maybe guys are scared because they don’t know your type. What do you look for in a guy?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess I like someone with pretty eyes? And someone tall because I’m a sucker for forehead kisses. But you know, major thing is I really like someone who likes me.”

The reporter laughed and said “But your fans loves you. Do they have a chance?”

You looked at the camera with a smile, “Yes, every single one of you’s got a chance.”

You thanked the interviewer and then the staff showed you to your table. As soon as you sat down, you felt your phone buzz. It was a text from Sebastian, and you couldn’t help but smile.

>> “It’s kinda sad getting a take out. U got me hooked on your cooking. I hate you.”

<< “I’m sorry. Twas a sudden thing. :((

>> “Its okay. Where are you?

<< Some party we had to attend. What did you order for dinner? Also, I’ll be home late.

>> I got some pizza.  Do you have your keys? Or you want me to wait for you?

<< Pizza is not good enough. And yes, I have my keys. You don’t have to stay up late at night. Just gonna go for the after party drink and go home.

>>How will you get home? I don’t remember seeing you with a car.

<< I can take an Uber. Or a cab. Or I can get one of my friends to bring me home.

>> Do you want me to fetch you or something?

<< No Sebby, you don’t have to. Thank you for the offer tho. But really, I’ll be fine.

>>alright, just message me if you change your mind.

The night passed by and you weren’t going to lie. It was really fun. It was so nice to be in a room full of talented people and of them to acknowledge that you are one of them. It was also great to hear about their opinions on your music since they played it during the break. You learned alot of things, and you’re sure to apply those to your life and the way you write your music.

Of course you had to attend the after party, but you didn’t stay long. After a few drinks that made your cheeks flush, you decided it was time for you to go home. Back home, you were greeted by a Sebastian who was sitting on the couch watching TV.

“Hey. You okay? You said you’d be home late?”  He asked as he made his way to you.

You looked at him confused, “It’s 11PM.Its late.”

He laughed and you just stared at him, “It not late. Late is 3 AM.” You were about to say something but he cut you off. “You look amazing by the way.”

Despite hearing it the whole night, it felt different when Sebastian said it. It felt real and genuine. Or maybe its because his opinion was the only one that mattered for you. “Thank you.”

He smiled and offered you some pizza, it was the same routine, the both of you on that couch. Talking about nothing and everything. He asked about the party, you tried to give away as little as possible. He also told you stories about his day and his life.

“Have you found an apartment?” he asked out of nowhere. You looked down and scratched you head. “I haven’t yet. It’s kinda hard. But if you want me to move out I will. I can stay wit--”

“I want you to stay.” You stopped your ramblings and looked at him. “I mean, you can stay. You can pay me the rent or something or we can just continue our arrangement of you cooking food.”

“But why?”

“I mean, you’re a nice person. And you’re already here, why don’t you just stay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’ll be fun”

But it wasn’t fun. It was full of heartbreaks. False promises. And pining for someone you can’t have.

Next Chapter

[sleemo]

Edge of Darkness

From the Marines to the Emmys to the most powerful cultural force in the galaxy, for ADAM DRIVER, finding his path has been a long, hard battle. Now, for STAR WARS: THE LAST JEDI, in a role he never imagined could be so complex, the brooding face of millennial angst faces his toughest fight yet. Spoiler alert! 

—British GQ, December 2017

His face shrouded beneath a hood, Adam Driver strides toward me. Shoulders hunched, fists jammed into jean pockets, he lets out a low whisper, “Hi. I’m Adam.”

The mixed messages – simultaneously worrying he’ll be recognised and that he won’t – hang in the air awkwardly as Driver surveys our spot, a near-empty New York City café. Neither fear is well-founded; there is no flock of fans to notice him and yet there is no mistaking the actor, his grey hoodie notwithstanding.

“I try to disguise things, but it just doesn’t really work for me,” Driver says, shedding the sweatshirt. “I honestly just look the way I look and it’s difficult to blend in because I’m tall and I look strange. I shouldn’t put a judgment on it.”

Others have judged his appearance more favourably. Driver has been dubbed a “cure for the cookie-cutter leading man” and “a millennial sex symbol”. Which may or may not be a compliment. Although few phrases are as loaded as “unconventionally attractive”, it’s as if those two words were combined expressly to describe Driver. Exaggerated ears; hooded, slanted eyes; long nose with a boxer’s bridge; broad mouth and lips – his disparate features coalesce into a surprisingly appealing whole.

“I guess I never think about it like ‘I am a leading man’ or ‘I am a sex symbol.’ It’s strange to hear that stuff. I don’t think I could have imagined it,” says Driver. Yet, there was his visage on Gap billboard ads; in American Vogue with a black-horned ram slung across his shoulders; in a close-up at the Emmy Awards, where he was nominated for Best Supporting Actor three years in a row for his part in HBO’s Girls; and cast eternally in plastic as a Kylo Ren action figure for Star Wars: The Force Awakens – masked and unmasked versions available. (“Not bad,” he says of the likeness, “but my head and face are a lot bigger.”) Passers-by who once stopped him to ask, “How could you do that to Hannah?” in reference to the bad-boy behaviour of Driver’s character in Lena Dunham’s runaway-success television series, now ask, “How could you do that to Han Solo?”

“It’s a lot,” Driver says, “every part of my life. If we rewound to ten years ago, I would not have said that this is what my life would be.

“And now this music,” he waves his hands at the piano composition streaming through the café like pretentious Musack, “is making that sound so emotional. It isn’t helping, you know?”

Far from angry, the brooding face of millennial angst is smirking. At 33, Adam Driver’s signature intensity hasn’t wavered, but interest in being a tortured artist has. He’s aware of his tendencies – toward anxiety, analysis and absolutism – and is taking steps to temper them. Still, it’s a struggle, seeing good fortune as anything but a cause for self-flagellation.

If we did rewind ten years, we’d see why. Driver was a Gordian knot of clenched intensity. Enrolled at New York’s Juilliard performing arts school, he was so aggressive that his comments made fellow students cry. Every morning he would have six eggs for breakfast, then run five miles to the school from his home in Queens. He would eat a whole chicken for lunch and, during his day at the prestigious drama school, perform random feats, such as 1,000 push-ups.

“That must’ve been an obnoxious thing to be around,” he says, shaking his head. “I was trying to make it as extreme for myself as possible. Now it just makes me so tired and annoyed.”

I’ve met Driver in a peaceful, leafy corner of the Brooklyn Heights neighbourhood that he and his wife, Joanne Tucker, call home. It’s a square precinct full of baby strollers that belies the borough’s hipster cred. “I like sleepy, quiet places,” Driver explains, “because my job is very loud.” Right now he’s savouring a respite from work, the first in a five-year sprint to stardom and even letting himself idle a little. Driver, who has made a career of ill-at-ease eccentricity, is starting to feel comfortable in his own skin.

He genuinely enjoyed himself on the set of Star Wars: The Last Jedi, which will be released in cinemas this December. “The first one was all ‘You can’t fuck it up,’ you know? There was a lot more hanging out this time,” Driver says. “Then there are just practical things, like I have a lightsaber. That’s fun.”

Whatever the outcome of the larger battle between good and evil, the Resistance and the First Order, never underestimate the power of Driver’s light side. ”I had heard about Adam’s intensity before I worked with him, but he’s also really fun and funny,” says Rian Johnson, The Last Jedi’s director.

There was one emotionally charged scene that they shot over and over. “Every time the guy holding the clapper marked each take, Adam just starts trying to steal his shoe,” Johnson recalls. “It was hilarious. And then Adam goes straight into it with all the intensity of Kylo Ren. He just added a sense of play that made the process really click.”

Neither Johnson nor Driver can say what the scene was about or who else was in it. They are acutely aware of the cone of silence that surrounds the Star Wars films, suitably enough, like a force field. “There’s probably something in my contract, I don’t know – but it’s kind of unbelievable that no one has told me, ‘Don’t say anything,’” Driver explains. “It’s just implicitly understood.”

With plot points guarded like state secrets, even the tiniest perceived leak sets off an online feeding frenzy. Internet scribes grab at every quote, often misreading them. “You have to clarify truthful things you’ve said that people read these false things into,” Driver says. “It can be frustrating.”

After several years of sidestepping spoilers, Driver is practised at the art of obfuscation. His evasive manoeuvres are near perfect.

On whether he enjoyed acting opposite Daisy Ridley, who plays Rey: “That’s hard to answer. I mean, people assume that we’d spend time with each other. Maybe our characters see each other in the movie?”

On whether he had scenes with Carrie Fisher: “It’s hard to answer without being vague.”

On whether the lightsaber scar on his face, which came courtesy of Rey in The Force Awakens, was moved for the new film: “I noticed a lot of things.”

On whether Kylo Ren’s story has a happy ending: “Not saying yes or no. But continue.”

On whether Han Solo might have known Kylo Ren would kill him: “That’s interesting.”

On whether he appears with his mask off: “Yes, I can answer that. You’ll see it off in the new trailer, so I’m not giving anything away!”

Other times, Driver playfully embraces the absurdity of it all. “I can’t say anything, but what if I signal you,” he jokes. “If I just start sneezing uncontrollably…” He fakes a loud achoo and exclaims, “Bingo! Harrison Ford’s ghost returns!”

When I ask him about Kylo Ren’s mysterious order of Dark Side disciples, the Knights of Ren, he waxes whimsical. “We can talk about them. Peter, Paul, John… No, I was thinking of The Beatles. Except wait – there’s Peter. He was too ambitious on the tambourine. Now you know: the last Knight of Ren is Ringo Starr!”

On this particular mid-September day, the internet is abuzz with new speculation that Ridley’s character, Rey, is the daughter of Princess Leia (also Kylo Ren’s mother). This theory would take any romantic tension between her and Driver’s Kylo Ren into the realm of incest – territory that the first Star Wars trilogy explored with a kiss between Mark Hamill’s Luke Skywalker and Carrie Fisher’s Leia.

“Yeah, my uncle and my mum made out,” Driver says, with a laugh. “Which Mark still talks about. He’s like, ‘Luke kissed his sister. How could he do that?’ I guess he hasn’t seen Game Of Thrones, you know?”

The Last Jedi marks the final film in Fisher’s storied career. Like the rest of the cast, Driver was shaken by the actress’ death last December at age 60. “It’s hard to talk about it without saying generic things,” he says. “Like, ‘It’s shocking,’ but it was. Or ‘It’s incredibly sad,’ which it is. I mean, it is all of those things.”

Driver brightens as he recalls Fisher’s wit on display at Comic-Con before the release of The Force Awakens. “The whole cast was downstairs in a conference room, talking through what’s supposed to happen at this big event. She was like, ‘Just pretend you’re down to earth. People love that shit.’” Driver pauses for a moment then laughs. “So now I pretend I’m down to earth and you know what? People really do love that shit. They eat it up.”

The image of Driver that people have consumed is not so much down to earth as intense and uncompromising, the all-or-nothing avatar of millennial manhood named Adam Sackler, Driver’s character in Girls. Ever since Driver landed the part, originally a cameo called simply “Handsome Carpenter”, the notion he really was that id-driven artist has, like the life of another charismatic carpenter, been taken as gospel.

In the public consciousness, Driver’s backstory is as extreme as his alter ego’s: a Midwestern misfit enlists in the Marines after 9/11, then studies acting at Juilliard – and finds he’s an outlier in both worlds. The truth is both less and more dramatic.

Born in San Diego, California, Driver is the son of a preacher. When his parents divorced, Driver moved with his mother back to her native Mishawaka, Indiana, where she was soon remarried to a Baptist minister. As a teenager, Driver was a poor student who dabbled in pyromania, trainspotting and climbing radio towers. A fan of the film Fight Club, Driver started one with some friends. “Just seeing the angst, I thought it would be a good idea to emulate it.“

Acting offered Driver a way out of the tiny town he called a shithole. “I applied to Juilliard when I was graduating high school and didn’t get in, so I was like ‘Well, fuck it. I won’t go to college, then.’” Instead, he set off for Hollywood and what he thought would be overnight stardom. “I’d always heard the stories of people striking out and finding success,” he says. “Why not me?” The dream lasted as long as his hand-me-down 1990 Lincoln Town Car did. After it broke down outside Amarillo, Texas, the repairs cost Driver nearly all the money he’d saved. When he finally limped into Los Angeles, Driver spent two nights in youth hostels. The only agent he signed with was a real estate agency, which took him for the rest of his savings. Having landed neither an apartment nor an acting gig, Driver arrived back in Indiana a week after leaving.

Following the 11 September attacks, Driver did not, as some retellings suggest, march down to the recruiting station. Instead, he enlisted in the Marines several months later. “My stepfather pushed me into it a little bit, which was good – I was grateful for it,” Driver says. “It followed an argument where he was like, ‘You’re not doing anything!’ I’d gotten this brochure in the mail. He was like, ‘Why don’t you just join?’ I was like, ‘No, I’m not going to join the Marines.’ Then I thought about it more. I had this sense of patriotism and wanted to get involved. I also had no prospects. I was living in the back of my parents’ house, working as a telemarketer.”

From the start, Driver’s time in uniform had a profound effect on him and his worldview. “The patriotism, the idea of country, doesn’t go away necessarily, it just turns into something else,” he says, reverently. “Not a big, sweeping idea, but this group of people you’re serving with, and that becomes your world, and it becomes sacred.”

Going into the Marines, Driver had a seemingly straightforward goal: “I’m going to be a man.” But rather than reinforce clichéd concepts of masculinity, military service put the lie to them. “You have to put implicit trust in the people to your left and right, and when they demonstrate that they’re looking out for you, that their own safety is secondary to yours, then all that kind of guy shit goes away and there is no ego,” Driver says. “There is no posturing, no need to say how much of a man you are, whatever that even means. You prove it with your actions.”

When Driver was not allowed to deploy to the Middle East with his unit, after suffering a broken sternum in a mountain biking accident, he was despondent. Although he fought to stay on active duty, Driver ultimately received a medical discharge.

He decided to apply to Juilliard again and this time got in. The transition from the Marine Corps to a New York City drama programme was jarring. During Driver’s second year, in an effort to bridge his past and present vocations, he launched a non-profit called Arts In The Armed Forces with his then-girlfriend, now wife, Tucker. Driver was able to carry a discipline and teamwork into his studies, but it didn’t stop him from feeling he’d gone soft. “I was like, ‘What am I doing? I’m wearing pyjamas doing acting exercises where I’m giving birth to myself or being a plant or moving around in jelly,’” he says. “Then again, even now, I’m like, ‘What am I doing?’”

After a brief fallow period after graduating from Juilliard, Driver says he learned to hate everyone in the audition room. He didn’t like TV and almost skipped his audition for Girls entirely. Instead, he dazzled the show’s creator, Lena Dunham, and the one-episode part Driver had read for was expanded into a central one. In audition after audition, Driver made a similar impression on a series of noted directors. Even before Girls aired, Steven Spielberg cast him in Lincoln, in which he played a telegraph operator opposite Daniel Day-Lewis. “He was very nice to me,” Driver says of the legendary method actor. “He would still talk in character, but very nice.”

In particular, Driver’s unusual, instinctive style made him a favourite of indie filmmakers. He landed meaty roles in the Coen brothers’ Inside Llewyn Davis and a series of films by writer-director Noah Baumbach: Frances Ha, While We’re Young and The Meyerowitz Stories (New And Selected). He played the lead in Jim Jarmusch’s Paterson and shared top billing in Steven Soderbergh’s heist comedy Logan Lucky. When Martin Scorsese was finally able to make his passion project, Silence, after two decades, he sought out Driver. Similarly, Driver recently wrapped shooting on The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, which Terry Gilliam had been trying to make for 17 years.

And yet nothing Driver had done remotely prepared him for Star Wars. He had grown up a fan of the original trilogy, but had little faith in outsized film franchises. “I’m leery of big movies – a lot of them sacrifice character for spectacle,” he says. “When they’re bad, it pisses me off – you can just tell it’s made by a bunch of executives somewhere.”

Despite his initial trepidation, the complicated nature of Kylo Ren put Driver’s concerns to rest. “It was all about story and character and playing someone who doesn’t have it all together. Making him as human as possible seemed dangerous and exciting to me.”

Driver was drawn to an idea that JJ Abrams, who wrote and directed The Force Awakens, had. The man behind the mask was not a man at all, but rather a young person struggling to come of age. “I remember the initial conversations about having things ‘skinned’,” Driver recalls, “peeling away layers to evolve into other people, and the person Kylo’s pretending to be on the outside is not who he is. He’s a vulnerable kid who doesn’t know where to put his energy, but when he puts his mask on, suddenly, he’s playing a role. JJ had that idea initially and I think Rian took it to the next level.”

Driver is on a roll now, discussing what excites him: character and narrative and cinematic influences. The original Star Wars was an homage to Akira Kurosawa’s 1958 film The Hidden Fortress, he says, and the link lives on in the new trilogy, in which concealed identities drive the narrative. Then he lets it slip. “You have, also, the hidden identity of this princess who’s hiding who she really is so she can survive and Kylo Ren and her hiding behind these artifices,” Driver says, apparently dropping a massive revelation about Rey’s royal origins.

Perhaps he’s unconcerned and Rey’s parentage is less dramatic than imagined by fans, who posited that her father is Luke then trumpeted that her mother is Leia. Or it could be that, in passionately holding forth, Driver is simply unaware he’s revealed anything, much less a major spoiler. In any case, he doesn’t skip a beat. “The things that made it personal to me,” Driver continues, “I’ll keep to myself, but I think everybody can relate to the idea of almost being betrayed.

“Wow, this music is killing me.”

As the café’s latest piano piece reaches its crescendo, I ask Driver if he tapped into his own experiences with his dad and stepfather and he reverts to evasive manoeuvres.

“I may leave that one. I have strong convictions about not talking about family, for many reasons,” Driver says. “It’s not as if the answers for Kylo are found in my relationships with my parents.”

In The Last Jedi, director Rian Johnson saw Driver go light years beyond his own experience. “Adam was always pushing the context of the character,” Johnson says. “He’s put in this unhealthy environment and goes through the worst of youth, the selfishness and volatility, he’s representing that side of adolescence.”

Of course, these days immaturity and insecurity are no strangers to power. “It makes complete sense how juvenile he can be,” Driver says of Ren, who prefers lightsabers over Twitter for his tantrums. “You can see that with our leadership and politics. You have world leaders who you imagine – or hope or pray – are living by kind of a higher code of ethics. But it really all comes down to them feeling wronged or unloved or wanting validation.”

Even more topical and even more touchy was the decision to play Kylo Ren like a radicalised extremist. “We talked about terrorism a lot,” Driver says of his early conversations with Abrams and Johnson about his character. “You have young and deeply committed people with one-sided education who think in absolutes. That is more dangerous than being evil. Kylo thinks what he is doing is entirely right, and that, in my mind, is the scariest part.”

The demagoguery drives him to the most famous film patricide in galactic history, as Kylo Ren kills Han Solo in the shocking denouement of The Force Awakens. “When I watched the premiere, I felt sick to my stomach,” Driver recalls. “The people behind me, when the scroll started, were like ‘Oh my god. Oh my god. It’s happening.’ Immediately, I thought I was going to puke. I was holding my wife’s hand, and she’s like, ‘You’re really cold. Are you OK?’ Because I just knew what was coming – I kill Harrison – and I didn’t know how this audience of 2,000 people was going to respond to it, you know?”

One person in the crowd who appreciated that scene was Han Solo himself. “We were sitting on this catwalk in between takes,” Driver recalls, “and Harrison was like, ‘Look what we get to do. Just look what we get to do.’ Meaning, look at how lucky we are that this is our job, you know? To see someone at that point in his career still get excited like that hit me. It’s like, ‘Oh, right. I need to take this in more.’”

As if on cue, a couple stop and introduce themselves. “I love everything you’ve ever done,” the wife says. “Everything.”

“Thanks a million. Yeah. Hi, I’m Adam.”

As fan encounters go, it is respectful and pleasant, but not even a whimper of what will soon follow come the release of The Last Jedi.

For all the ways in which he’s made peace with his success, Driver, who is almost pathologically private by nature, remains uncomfortable with notoriety. “I’m not in the world the same way I was before,” Driver says. “It’s completely changed my life. My anonymity is gone. But who I am as a person is the exact same. I think. Or, I hope.”

Soon after, we exit the café, as Driver is heading home for some quiet time. He stops in front of a bicycle locked to a fence. “It only looks bourgeois-hipster because of the saddle,” Driver says, adding that he’s only just added the leather Brooks seat. “I bought the bike for $200 back when I was at Juilliard,” Driver says. “Besides the seat, it’s the same crappy bike I’ve had for forever.”

Driver pulls his hoodie up over his head and as he starts pedalling off turns back to me. “Remember,” he says. “Pretend you’re down to earth. People love that shit. Right?”

The Last Jedi is out on 15 December.

[ally-the-turtle]

Yato X Reader: All because of her

Warning: ANGST ;; A/N: In this story, you'll be in your early twenties since Yato looks like he's that age in appearance.

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Hiyori.

Hiyori.

Hiyori.

Hiyori!

It was always about that girl, the one you oh-so-wished was gone. Hiyori this, Hiyori that; everyone was treating this bitch like she was some kind of saint. And you? What were you to them? You knew these gods longer than she did. You knew Tenjin-sama, Kofuku-sama, Bishamon-sama, Yukine-kun and...

Yato.

Oh you fell hard for that bastard. Too bad he doesn't reciprocate, or at least it seems like it. He obviously has a crush on her: a half phantom school girl by the name of Hiyori Iki. You? You were a normal woman in her early twenties in a university, studying on becoming a designer. You loved making clothes, it was just so fun. You would even make a few things for the gods you were familiar with. You made a new jacket for Yukine for example, which he wears everyday. You actually made fingerless gloves for Yato so that his hands don't get hurt while he's battling against phantoms but you haven't given it to him yet, instead you hid it in Kofuku's shrine with a confession letter. You admired the two. Watching them fight together as one against those wretched phantoms.

Though of course Hiyori had to join in. She was a big fan of this professional wrester and so of course she knew his moves and how to preform them against her enemies. You? Nothing lol. You were completely useless. (A/N: NO YOU'RE NOT OKAY?! YOU'RE AMAZING AND EVERYONE LOVES YOU ;;) Hiyori participated in almost every fight, she would always be the one to get kidnapped and be saved by Yato, who desperately wanted to have her safe and sound. You were always lurking in the shadows, watching them, spectating. Tenjin wanted Yato to cut his ties with her, for her to have a normal and happy life. Yato did agree to it since he made a good point, however...

Hiyori refused and said that she wanted to stay with Yato longer.

You snapped after hearing that phrase, so much that you snuck out of Tenjin's temple and stomped your way to your apartment. YOU knew Yato for WAY longer that HER. So why does he love HER and not YOU?! You knew him for two years and you've grown to love this precious young man...

And now he was being taken away from you.

He used to accompany you to your university, he used to eat with you, he used to guard you like you were his special girl, he used to teach you a few moves to defend yourself in case you got in trouble and he was late, he used to tell jokes and make you laugh.

It meant nothing to him.

He didn't visit you at your apartment, he didn't accompany you, he didn't protect you. It was all just a waist, none of it meant to him! It broke your heart... You were absolutely miserable. You spent nights crying yourself to sleep and banging the wall screaming and yelling. Then the next morning, you acted like nothing happened; you lied to your god friends about your wounded hands, saying that you started to take self-defence class, you pretended to tease Yato and Hiyori even though deep inside you wanted to slaughter them. Just a few weeks ago, you and Hiyori made a mini shrine for Yato together yet she got all of the credit and not you even though it was your design.

Today was one of those days when you'd spot a phantom trying to corrupt you. It started with small ones, then overtime they grew bigger. It was 8pm, you got out of your university since you did a club activity and walked to the bus station. You waited for the bus while listening to your music to calm your nerves. However your moment of piece was interrupted as you started hearing dark voices, even through your earphones.

"Heart...broken" It said.

"It... h-hurts..."

"He will n-n-n-never l-l-lo-o-ove you..."

"It a-all meant... nothi-i-ing..."

"Kill her..."

"Shut up." You said as you took out your earphones and looked at the phantom right next to you; it looked like a big blob of darkness with eyes everywhere.

"Love... He doesn't love...you. We love you..."

"Tch." You clicked your tongue, you weren't afraid of them. Your hatred against Hiyori turned into a colder person. "I'm not afraid of you." You growled.

"Smells... nice!" It said before charging towards you. You ran away at full speed away from the phantom, dodging it's attacks. However another phantom came up in front of you, blocking your way. You ran to your left in an alley but once again a phantom showed up, you turned around but you were blocked. Your eyes widened.

"Pain... We will...love you..."

"Urusai!" You yelled and jumped on top of one of the phantoms to boost yourself up until you could reach the ledge of the roof. You began to run across the rooftops, occasionally tripping and hurting yourself but you still kept going. You took out your phone and dialed Yato's phone number, however you were interrupted as a phantom grabbed your leg and lifted you up in the air and then throwing you to the ground, causing an insane amount of pain shooting up your body. You looked up to the the two phantoms jumping down and facing your weak and aching body. You were thrown from an 8 meter tall building and landed on your shoulder which was now dislocated. You cried in pain and agony as your body hurt and you knew your life was about to end...  

All because of her.

"Sekki!"

You heart stopped as you saw the phantoms being slayed until they exploded. A figure landed next to you and another one right after to which you recognized as Yato and Yukine.

"Y/N! Oh my god how hurt are you?!" Yato asked, trying to lift you up but the pain cause you to push him away and shaking your head no. "What's wrong?"

"She's really badly hurt dumbass! Just you touching her hurts her!" Yukine scolded Yato.

"Well how else am I supposed to bring her to the hospital?!" Yato yelled back.

"Well-!"

"Don't." You managed to say, making them look at you confused. "Leave me... L-Leave me to die here..." You said as tears ran down your cheeks.

"Eh?? Why would you say that Y/N?? What ha-" Yato was about to say but you were somehow able to pull him down by his scarf and making him look at your eyes filled with both pain and pure anger.

"You..." You started, your voice shaking.

"M-Me?"

"You... You're what happened..."

"E-Eh...?" Both Yukine and Yato said.

"You... and Hiyori... You both make me sick..." You cursed.

"What...?"

"Of course you never noticed... Behind that fake smile of mine, you weren't able to see... in how much p-pain I'm in... Seeing you and Hiyori laugh together, fight alongside each other... and the others teasin you two, making you both blush... hehe... oh how I wanted to kill her... Slaughter her until she couldn't breath... I've known you longer than she has and yet we act like we just met... Some god you are..." You explained with your tears pouring out of your eyes.  Your body had gone completely numb and you couldn't move.

"Y-Y/N..." Yato said with pain in his eyes.

"Why would you say that...? Y/N, are you jealous?" Yukine asked and that's when you burst out in laughter. "Y-Y/N..."

"Took you a while!! Hahaha!! It was about time you figured it out genius!!" You shouted and continued laughing like a psychopath. "I LOVE YOU YATO!! HAHAHAHA! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT KILLS ME EVERYDAY!" You admitted while laughing so hard you heard someone yell back, asking if you were okay. You let go of Yato and watched a grown man looked down on you.

"Oh my god...! I'm calling the ambulance!" He said as he dialed the ambulance's phone number. Your laughing eventually died down into crying.

Yato and Yukine looked at you in pure shock and with broken hearts. Yato then turned around and started walking the other way with his head down.

"O-Oi Yato!" Yukine said as he caught up with his master.

"Yeah that's right! Walk away! Turn your back on me like you did ever since you met that biatch!! WALK AWAY FROM THE SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED GOD OF CALAMITY YATO!!" You yelled at him as the ambulance arrived and put you to sleep.

Back in Kofuku's shrine, in the living room where everyone gathered around the small table...

"Eeeeehhh?! Y/N really said that?!" Hiyori and Kofuku gasped.

"...It was about time she snapped..." Daikoku said, earning shocked looks from everyone.

"You knew...?" Yato asked and he nodded.

"I sensed something was up with her... the poor girl was going insane." He admitted.

"For how long... did she endure those feelings...?" Yukine asked.

"About a year now." He sighed.

"How could I have been so blind...?" Yato mumbled, clenching his fists.

"Yato..." Hiyori said and as she was about to touch his fist but he moved away.

"Gomen Hiyori... I need time to process everything." Yato said as he left the room and went upstairs into the room where Yukine usually studies. He looks outside the window with a heavy heart. Now that he thought about it, you did seem off. He couldn't see it because he was so obsessed about making sure Hiyori remembered him... A ran his hand through his dark hair and he noticed a box under the bed. He walked up to the bed and took out the box, opening it to see what was inside. His eyes widened at what he saw...

It was a pair of dark blue fingerless gloves with Yato's name on them. Next to it was a F/C letter to which he opened and read:

Dear Yato,

Hi Yato~ I hope you like these gloves I made for you! I figured your hands would get sore when fighting against phantoms with Yukine so I made these for you, I hope you like them. You and Yukine are so awesome~! I love watching you two fight against those ugly phantoms :)

Also... I want to tell you something very important that I'm having a hard time telling you orally... I love you Yato! Ever since I met you and got to know you, I couldn't help but fall for you. You always make me laugh and smile even in my dark days, you make me feel happy and warm inside and I'm so glad I met you! You're brave, kind and fun, not to mention really hot...! You changed my life and I thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most. You mean a lot to me Yato... I don't want to lose you... Even though I already did lose you to Hiyori... You could say that I've gotten pretty jealous over your relationship with her... I want to be in her place and be able to be by your side and to see you protect me with you life. I don't want to be mean but what does she have that I don't? Yeah sure she can fight and be a badass but she's still a human and no different from me!

Well none of this matters anyway... You for sure don't reciprocate my feelings for you and I'm okay with that... It'll take me time to get over you 'cause you're just so amazing but I want you to be happy... Even so, please promise me you'll wear these gloves? I worked so hard on making them for you despite knowing you don't feel the same way.

Thanks and I hope you won't hate me for making things awkward between us.

Love, Y/N

Tears prickled Yato's gorgeous blue eyes as he read your confession letter. No one has said such nice words about him before so this letter got him so emotional. Someone, a human being, loves him, a god of calamity. He put on the gloves and jumped out the window, running towards the Iki hospital just as the others came into the room.

"Eh?! Yato?!" Hiyori gasped and was about to follow him until Yukine grabbed her wrist.

"Matte! I think it's better for him to go on his own!" He said.

"But she's one of my best friend! I need to apologize for being so stupid and completely dense about her feelings for Yato!" Hiyori protested.

"You'll get your chances after Yato and Y/N settle things." Daikoku said.

"He's right Hiyorin~ Leave Yatty and Y/N-chan alone for a while~" Kofuku added and Hiyori nodded, hoping for you and Yato to be okay.

In the Iki hospital...

Yato somehow managed to get inside your room without any trouble and looked at your sleeping figure. You looked at peace, something he hadn't seen in a while. He sat at the edge of the hospital bed and continued to stare at you.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry I never realized how much pain you were in and about your feelings for me... I was stupid and dense, I should've payed more attention. The truth is, I would never see Hiyori as a love interest, she's more a precious friend, hell she's the second human to actually know about my existence so I got pretty attached to her. The reason why I never worried about you forgetting me is because... I know you'd never forget me. You're so faithful and loyal that no matter who takes away your memories of me, you'll never forget me. I... I-I'm in your heart, and you're in m-mine." He admitted while caressing your cheek. "I trust you completely, so much that I let myself forget that you're someone really important me and that I should've stayed with you and be there for you... I'm sorry Y/N, I hope you can forgive me." He kissed your forehead and then left.

~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip (brought to you by Yato's blue eyes)~~~~~~~~~~

It's been a week since the attack and you still haven't woken up, making Yato and the other gods worry. Yato was the most worried of them all, he visited you everyday and talked to you even though you were unconscious, telling you how he felt and such.

"Has she woken up yet?" Tenjin asked Yato who has standing in front of him in his shrine.

"No..." Yato answered sadly.

"I keep telling you Yato, you keep dragging innocent human people into the Far Shore and so they end up getting hurt." Tenjin sighed.

"I know... But I won't let her go." Yato said with tightened fists.

"And why is that, Lord Yato?"

"I love her, that's why. She was the first human to ever be so kind to me and support me. I don't want to lose her" He answered while looking dead in Tenjin's eyes to which he got the message.

Tenjin sighed once again. "Do whatever you want. Just know you're responsible for whatever happens to her."

Yato nodded and went back to the hospital to greet you. He got inside without any trouble and entered your room, though he was caught off-guard as he saw you awake and looking out the window, sitting up tight. You noticed him and you avoided eye contact. Yato ran up to you hugged you gently to which you eventually returned. You missed him greatly and you felt at peace since it was just the two of you. You two hugged each other for a good ten minutes before you let go of each other, Yato's hand still resting on your waist.

"Yato..." You whispered.

"Y/N..." He whispered back. "I-" He was about to say put you placed a finger on his soft lips.

"I heard everything." You admitted with a tint of blush on your cheeks.

"Y-You did?" Yato asked, blushing and you nodded.

"I'm sorry for over-reacting."

"It's not your fault Y/N! This is entirely on me! I shouldn't have forgotten about your importance to me just because I met another human who cares for me. I should've been there for you...!" He said. "Forgive me Y/N... I got caught up with the feeling of having another human cherish me and let you suffer."

You put your hand on his cheek and gently caressed it, he leaned his face on your hand and kissed it affectionately. "Yato... I just want to be with you forever... I love you...!"

Yato leaned in closer to your face until your noses touched and your lips brushed against each other. "I never realized it until now... Forgive me for taking so long." He finished before your lips finally met his soft ones.

The kiss was full of passion and love, it made you feel so relieved and so fresh; no more anger, no more sadness, no more pain, just pure love. Love was poured into the sweet kiss you two where sharing together. You felt it all. You felt how sorry Yato was and how much he loved you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss. Tears fell down on your cheeks as you felt happy once again, happy to be with Yato. Yato's gloved hand rested on your cheek and wiped the tears away. You two broke away from the sweet kiss and rested on each other's foreheads, looking deep in each other's eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N. I always have, even when I didn't realize it." He said with a soft smile.

"I'm... so happy..." You said and cracked a real and genuine smile as even more tears streamed down your face. Yato hugged you and ran his finger through your H/C hair.

"Finally, a genuine smile." He sighed in relief and held you close. "I'm never letting you go again, I promise you."

"Okay." You hiccuped with a nod. "I love you...! I love you I love you...! So much Yato...!" You continued while crying with tears of joy.

~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip brought to you by Yato's fluffy fluff scarf~~~~~~~~~~

After a month of recovery in the hospital, you finally got out, however you had to be on a wheelchair temporarily so that your legs could properly heal in their own time. Hiyori visited you and apologized for being a 'bad friend' and for being foolish, she promised she'll be more respectful of your and Yato's official relationship and take a step back if things went too far. Yato, Yukine and Hiyori accompanied you out of the hospital in your temporary wheelchair who Yato was pushing.

"So how long until you can stand up?" Yukine asked.

"A month." You sighed. "What a shame."

"You got hurt pretty bad Y/N, I'm so glad you made it out okay!" Hiyori beamed.

"My Y/N was never weak~ She's so strong!" Yato added which made you blush.

"Well... I wouldn't call myself weak either~" You said in a cheeky tone.

"I mean, you were able to stand up against so many phantoms for so long! How did you even do that?" Yukine asked.

"Hehe, I'm not too sure myself but I guess it's because of my friends in uni, they really helped me out during those times~" You answered. "Anyway let's stop talking about the past! Everything's okay now, I'm recovering perfectly fine and the grudge is gone. We can move on and be happy all together, as friends, as a family."

Your speech made the three cry. "O-Oi! What's wrong with you guys?!" You asked.

"That was a beautiful speech Y/N waaaaahh!!" Hiyori bawled.

"You've changed a lot waaaaaaahhh!!" Yukine weeped.

"That's my Y/N waaaaaaahh!!" Yato sobbed.

"I-I meant what I said!" You blushed and then Yato stopped pushing your wheelchair to walk in front of you and crouch down to your level, lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger to meet his beautiful blue eyes that you would always get lost in.

"And we will be happy, thanks to you. If you kept hiding those feelings, then we wouldn't be happy together." He said before kissing you on your lips as Yukine looked in disgust and Hiyori took a bunch of pictures.  

To think that you were finally be able to happy with Yato again is

All because of her.