#i caught this show in the middle and i was zoning out the whole time so i have no clue whats going on

[anonbinaryweirdo]

IS SHE GONNA FINALLY KILL HIM OMG

SHES PICKING UP THE ROCK SHES GONNA KILL HIM SHES GONNA

[redflagshipwriter]

Red Hot Ghouls 10 2/2

Masterpost

Jazz’s roommate Tiffany was fine and all that, but Danny didn’t feel that he was missing out on much when he phased from the stairwell directly into the little ensuite bathroom that connected to Jazz’s bedroom. He could hear quiet conversation from the living room– the TV, maybe?

But Jazz had clearly locked her bedroom door before she left. Danny made a note that Tiffany definitely wouldn’t be finding him and then he starfished on his sister’s bed. He set an alarm for 1 am with a smidge of guilt. It probably wouldn’t wake her up. Maybe she wouldn’t even stay home for the night, she had a boyfriend, right? Or was she the one with the girlfriend who worked downtown?

Whatever. Danny slept like the dead. In fact, he slept through his alarm and woke up to see 7 messages from Jazz. The one showing on the screen was “DANIEL FENTON Tiffany thinks my bedroom is HAUNTED because someone is snoring in there.”

“Oops,” Danny said under his breath. He opened up the clock app and made sure that the alarm wasn’t going to go off again. He quietly pulled open Jazz’s drawers to find a clean pair of socks and a hoodie that didn’t have his university name written on it.

The first thing he pulled out was a baby pink hoodie that had SQUAT written on it in white all-caps print. “I sure do,” he said to himself, and changed into it. It was a lie. He did not lift weights. That was Jazz’s hobby.

He did enjoy the thought of how pinched her face was gonna get when she saw him in her clothes. Danny had a little chuckle over it before he phased back out and nearly fell down the staircase. His arms wheeled for balance.

When he caught himself he looked around to be sure no one saw. The zone was clear. Danny smirked.

“Another perfect landing for the Phantom.”

Oh, duh. That was a thought. He didn’t have to hoof it.

It was dark enough that he reconsidered his plan to walk to Arkham on foot and ducked back into Jazz’s place to transform where no one could see the light show.

He made good time across the stretch of ocean that separated Jazz’s dream job from the rest of Gotham City. He knew where to go, based off of insider information.

Jeremy Waters had landed himself in Arkham, rather than standard criminal housing, because he would not shut the fuck up about the debt the Ghost King was going to owe him and how he would repay it in the blood of everyone who crossed him or whatever. He was in the low security end, given that he was just some dude, but Danny still spend a moment steeling himself to wake Jeremy and (ugh) talk to him.

‘He’s going to take this as positive feedback,’ Danny thought glumly. ‘He’s going to think he’s gotten something in his obsession with me. He’s probably going to be even more annoying.’

He wasn’t entirely sure that Jeremy’s focus on gifting him spouses wasn’t projection. The guy was kinda obsessed.

The weight class difference between the two of them was just absurd, metaphysically speaking. Jeremy was a 52 year old Poli-sci graduate who had ditched a middle of the road career in the Foreign Service at age 40 and started pursuing immortality. Midlife crisis and all that. He had a bit of boxing experience, but that was it. He was just a human guy.

Danny was king of the dead and he could shoot lasers from his hands. He was strong even for a ghost.

‘It’s pathetic that he creeps me out still. It’s just such bad vibes to be pursued by this old guy who won’t take no for an answer.’

Still, gotta do what you gotta do. He blew frost into the room to set a mood and scramble the fuck out of any surveilance equipment. Then he grimaced his way through calling out, “Jeremy. Jeremy. Jeremy!” until the jerk woke up.

…and immediately started genuflecting. “My lord Phantom,” Jeremy whimpered. His whole body was shaking.

Danny wished it was fear. But no. It was excitement, like he was some freaky little purse dog. He shuddered. “What did you do differently in your latest summoning?” he asked. His voice somehow came out cold and superior.

He could see Jeremy’s dazed grin even when the guy was still looking at the cell floor. “I am so glad that you ask, my lord,” he babbled. “I increased the number of ritual participants from 7 to 12. I changed from Kosher to Pink Himalayan salt. I was initially going to offer my humble self as a sacrifice-”

Danny’s stomach lurched.

“But when the Red Hood burst in, I knew that it was a sign!”

The red what now?

“Surely someone whose aura is so soaked in death and brutality would be a flavorful meal for one so horrendous and deathly as you, my Lord,” Jeremy babbled on.

Danny made a face.

‘He thinks I’m going to eat the sacrifice spouse?’ Danny paused. ‘...Was he lying, or does he want me to eat him? What does he think will happen if death eats him?’

He had a morbid curiousity that made him want to ask. But it was probably best not to know. He needed to sleep at night.

“It was the Pink Himalayan salt that was powerful enough to draw my attention,” Danny told Jeremy, because he really didn’t need any good information. “I reject your offering. Stop trying.”

He left immediately in hopes of not hearing the wailing and gnashing of teeth behind him.

[taexual]

sleepwalking ● 5 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, mutual pining, SLOW BURN

words: 6.9k

read from the beginning ○ masterlist

chapter 5 ► oh, and, my love, did i mistake you for a sign from god? or are you really here to cast me off?

Your train reached Paris at almost exactly eight o’clock in the evening and the rain was pouring. The wedding reception had started at seven, but Jungkook didn’t mind being late, even though the longer he lingered with you on the streets, the more the rain ruined your outfits, and your hair, and your make-up—but not your mood.

“I prefer being late,” he said when the two of you caught a cab from Gare du Nord to the wedding venue in the 8th arrondissement. “Less small talk if you show up when everyone’s already said hello to everyone.”

“I see your point,” you said, sliding over the backseat as Jungkook climbed in after you. “But it’s still rude to be late. Especially to a wedding. Especially when you weren’t even going to come to said wedding at all.”

He gave the driver the address and turned to you, resuming the conversation, because he had a very important point to make, “my grandma used to say that as long as I’m not late to my own wedding, I’m fine.”

You snorted at this, but your expression wasn’t mocking. You remembered his grandmother with nothing but love. Thoughtfully, you replied, “she’s a wise woman.”

“She is, yeah,” he agreed. “She always wanted to go to Paris, by the way. Remind me to call her.��

“That’s nice,” you commented, turning to the window as the streets of Paris passed outside, all in a blur of streetlights, reflected in puddles of rain on the pavement. “I think I’ve always wanted to come here as well.”

This surprised him and he paused in the middle of reaching for his phone. He’d already forgotten what he was going to check on it as he looked back at you again. When he spoke, there were minor notes of offence in his voice.

“You did?” he asked. “You never told me.”

“Yeah,” you said, not meeting his eye—you were far too captivated by the rainy streets outside the car window. They were nothing magical on their own, you supposed, but there was something about them tonight in particular. “I don’t know. It’s not my dream destination, but it’s Paris. Can you say you’ve travelled if you’ve never been here?”

Jungkook thought about it. “Well… I mean—there are other cities, too. Isn’t Paris a bit overrated?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, still glued to the window. “Probably. I’ve still wanted to see it for myself, though.”

He could tell, as he leaned forward until he was able to see the neon lights from the signs outside reflected in your eyes. The taxi ride should have taken about twenty minutes, but now Jungkook wondered if he’d manage to ask the driver to take a longer route without you finding out.

“In that case,” he said finally, “I’m glad I brought you here.”

You turned to give him a look, but were startled by his close proximity. You nearly bumped your cheek into his when you craned your neck.

Realising—from your widening eyes—that he’d entered far into your comfort zone, he scooted back in his seat. But your heart was already giving orders for explosions to go off in various parts of your body.

You cleared your throat and looked back out the window—not because of the view this time, but because it felt safer this way.

“We would have come here eventually anyway,” you said. “You’re performing at Cabaret Sauvage in less than a month.”

Disappointed by your purposefully emotionless voice and words that took all credit away from him, Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Sure. But,” he emphasized, “with me, you didn’t have to wait a month.”

“Okay,” you settled—partially. “Thank you for turning my whole schedule upside down.”

He smirked at the sarcasm. “Oh, anytime.”

In an attempt to conceal your own smile, you returned your attention to the billboards and bright window displays outside.

“So, if not Paris,” Jungkook started again after a minute, “what is your dream destination?”

He wasn’t expecting your reaction to his question to be so severe: you seemed to lean towards the window—away from him—clench your jaw, and focus even harder on the view outside – as if you were trying to transport yourself there, instead of staying here with him.

“Amsterdam, I think,” you replied eventually, in a voice so reluctant and quiet that he wouldn’t have heard you if he wasn’t literally right next to you.

“Really?” he asked. “I’m assuming it’s not because of weed?”

Smiling somewhat, you shook your head. And then did not elaborate more.

“Anne Frank?” he tried again.

“Maybe,” you said. “But also because of simple things. Not necessarily significant in history.”

Jungkook found himself having to push as if he was trying to find out what your deepest fear was, since you resisted fully opening up. But this was something that, honestly, seemed quite superficial to him, so he was rightfully perplexed.

Still, he asked, “such as?”

You sighed, not having expected—let alone, planned—this exchange to progress that much.  

This felt like the start of a long conversation—capital C. Getting to know each other by participating in obligatory small talk that would soon lead to deep analyses of each other’s darker sides of the subconsciousness.

And the last time you and Jungkook had had a proper conversation about something that was not related to your jobs in the slightest, was months before you broke up.

So, it wasn’t that Jungkook was being invasive with his questions right now. It’s that he was personal. And he’d stopped caring about being personal with you long before your relationship ended.

“Like riding bikes in Canal District,” you answered finally—he was glad to hear it, although he did not like the way you sighed as you spoke. As if this conversation was a hassle. Fortunately for his overthinking, you continued, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since my uncle went on a business trip to Amsterdam when I was seven. He’d brought me so many postcards, I could easily imagine myself having been there with him.”

Jungkook stayed quiet. He remembered your uncle—your mother’s brother. He was a surprisingly caring man, even if he looked like he ran the mob.

And Jungkook remembered the postcards, too—you had them pinned to the bulletin board above your desk in your dorm room back in university. He wondered, briefly, why you’d never mentioned the story behind the postcards before. He’d always assumed you just liked the pretty views on them.

Sitting next to you in the taxi, he counted something under his breath.

“We’re going to have,” he started, then calculated again just in case, “three days off in Amsterdam.”

“I know,” you said, sitting up straight in your seat as the taxi took a turn past Palais Garnier. “Believe it or not, I didn’t plan it like that.”

“Let’s say I believe you,” he teased. “Should we go bike riding in Amsterdam?”

You turned away from the window to look at him, surprise evident in your lifted eyebrows. “Us, two?”

He nodded. “Us, two.”

“On your day off?”

“On my day off.”

Not hiding your skepticism, you licked your lips and told him, “Jungkook, you spend your free days getting wasted with your friends.”

Although that was a fair statement – he had to admit that much – he still tried to defend himself, “that—that’s not something I have to do every single time.”

“It’s not?” you asked. “Then why do you do it?”

“Because I usually have nothing better to do,” he replied. His honesty was amplified by his body language: eyes cast low, hands intertwined on his lap.

He hoped you wouldn’t misunderstand—he wasn’t trying to imply that he preferred his friends to you. Or to anyone else, for that matter. Truly, if you would have called, he would have abandoned everyone else in a heartbeat. But he was more comfortable keeping that to himself.

“And riding bikes sounds better than getting drunk?” you asked instead, the question laced with persistent disbelief.

“Riding bikes in Amsterdam,” he corrected, choosing to avoid the mention of you doing it together, “sounds better.”

“Okay,” you said, still not convinced. “You talk now, but let’s see if you change your mind when we’re back on the road.”

“I won’t,” he insisted with newfound confidence. Despite his assuring tone, his gaze still scanned the mat on the floor of the taxi. “I promise I’ll take you bike-riding in Amsterdam.”

Even more surprised now, you waited until he lifted his eyes to meet yours before you repeated, “you promise?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug—but the nonchalance was pretend. His hands were tightly pressed into each other on his lap, because otherwise he would have been reaching for you. “Cross my heart. I’ll take you bike-riding if it kills me.”

The exaggeration finally got you to laugh. “Why would it kill you?”

Your laugh had broken the spell. He felt himself relax as though something heavy had been lifted off of him, and with you laughing next to him, he was as light as the air around you. Nothing could crush him.

“You never know with bikes,” he replied, smiling, too. “I’m just saying, I’ll make it happen for you.”

After a detour down the Champs-Elysées under the tiny compact umbrella that you’d packed (it was still so beautiful with all the lights around—even more so in the rain), you finally arrived at the wedding, which was already in full swing.

It took the newlyweds a good fifteen minutes to notice you and Jungkook, but you wouldn’t have blamed them if they didn’t approach you at all.

As soon as they did, however, you immediately tried to apologise for being late—both, tonight and in general, considering that the two of you were only added to the guest list for the wedding a few days ago. But Kihyun and Chloé cut you off, both joking that they were just glad you made it here, because they had thought you’d gotten lost in Paris.

“I sort of wish,” Jungkook replied, casting a meaningful glance your way—you pretended not to see it. “But no time to get lost when we have an important wedding to get to.”

Your friends smiled at this, accepted your congratulations, and, instead of returning to the rest of their guests, actually stayed to catch up with you—as if this wasn’t their wedding. As if you were back in university, eating ice cream on the quad benches with all of your mutual friends, and fighting off the campus pigeons.

You had to admit, seeing Kihyun and Chloé again was very nice. You’d always considered them Jungkook’s friends more than your own—all three of them had graduated from the same major, even though you had quickly become Chloé’s class-skipping partner—but they were the one pair of his friends that you’d always approved of and, eventually, befriended, too.

Seeing them newly married, however—while you could still remember that one almost tragic double-date that you’d tried to go on, where Jungkook and Kihyun nearly broke their necks, racing on Vespas—now that felt overwhelming.

“You’re right on time, by the way,” Chloé said to you while the two boys discussed Rated Riot’s upcoming tour dates, seemingly attempting to make plans to meet up again, after the pair would return from their honeymoon. “I was just about to toss the bouquet.”

“Oh, I’m not—”

“Come on,” she grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Jungkook.

You glanced back at him for help, but he only grinned at you, like he’d done so many times before, when you’d go to parties together and he’d force you out of your comfort zone, because he knew you’d thank him for this later.

You weren’t sure if you’d be grateful for it this particular time, though, as you found yourself in a crowd of bridesmaids and very drunk guests within fifteen minutes of arriving at this wedding.

You looked around and, with a sudden start, you recalled the reason why you were here in the first place.

Bending your neck to take in the people around you, you tried to guess which person in this wedding, could have been the hypothetical ex that you still didn’t think really existed.

There was no one who could have been it.

You’ve met most of the people here before and none of them looked particularly eager to talk to Jungkook or to avoid him. Everyone was indifferent—except you, as you kept looking back at him to find him already watching you every time—and that was the final confirmation.

There really was no ex.

You had no idea why he’d brought you here.

Distracted by your thoughts, you chose to just stand in the middle of the crowd. As you tried to avoid having your feet stepped on, you brought a hand through your hair. You liked crowds at concerts. You didn’t like crowds of very determined wedding guests.

Never having caught a drumstick or a single guitar pick at any of the concerts you’d gone to in your whole life, you felt rather stupid standing there. And the significance of catching the bride’s bouquet was lost on you, too—you’d never believed in the prediction that whoever caught it would be next to walk down the aisle: your mum had told you she’d caught it three separate times, and she had barely been married once.

You heard Chloé count down backwards from three and you extended your hands above your head; more as a protective instinct than anything else—to avoid getting smacked on the head.

By some harrowing chance, almost as soon as Chloé’s countdown finished, you felt the stems of flowers against your palm and clutched at them, reflexively. You heard claps and excited cheers around you before you registered that you’d caught the bouquet.

Lowering the classic, white rose combination, tied with a neat, pale bow, you swallowed and looked around, unable to conceal your overwhelming discomfort as you listened to earnest applause around you.

This felt embarrassing more than anything else. Irrationally so, of course, but embarrassing, nonetheless: like walking into an empty restaurant and interrupting the conversation of the staff. Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on you, and there were drunken shrieks of elation somewhere in the room.

You realised as you held the flowers awkwardly—like it was a bomb meant to be defused—that this was why you preferred to work backstage.

“I’m so glad it was you!” you heard Chloé exclaim. You turned to see her clapping her hands as she made her way towards you.

A few women you’d never met hugged you as if you were going to your own wedding as soon as this one was over.

You were frozen with an uncomfortable, twitching smile on your face and only sobered up somewhat when Chloé reached you. She was laughing as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders—in her defence, she tried to fight her amusement, but you looked completely anguished, nearly grief-stricken. It was ridiculously unfitting, and, at the same time, so completely in character for you.

“I’m not entirely sure how this works,” you told her. “Are you certain I’m not supposed to toss it, too? Sort of like a relay race? I saw one of your younger cousins who looked very excited to catch the bouquet, but she had an obvious height disadvantage.”

Chloé clutched you to herself tighter in a comforting manner.

“No, love,” she said brightly. “My cousins are twelve and thirteen, they both can wait for their turn. And I’ll see you at your wedding. Hopefully sooner rather than later? It’s been too long since we’ve last chatted.”

“It has been,” you agreed, “but if we’re only meeting at weddings, then I’m afraid this might be the last time we see each other.”

Laughing again, she rubbed a soothing hand on your back and assured you, “the bouquet can mean whatever you want it to mean. I’m just glad you’re here tonight. And I’m sure Jungkook is, too.”

With another soft smile, she nudged you in his direction and walked away to join her husband. Before you could begin pondering what she’d meant by that, your eyes caught sight of Jungkook, who was still watching you—in a relentless way. Like he hadn’t looked away from you once since you left his side.

You felt almost awkward as you approached him—all of your steps leaden under his watchful eye—but as soon as you were close enough, he grinned and said, “you look like you survived an alien abduction.”

And everything was okay again. For the time being, at least.

About an hour later, you and Jungkook had settled by a cocktail table at the back of the room.

The bride’s bouquet rested between you as you sipped champagne and took everything in: all the couples dancing around you, the kids kicking the balloons, Kihyun and Chloé being unable to stop smiling at each other as he twirled her around to the gentle melody of the wedding band playing Biffy Clyro’s “Many of Horror”.

“I still believe,” rang through the venue as the song went on, “it’s you and me ‘till the end of time.”

You nodded along to the rhythm, tapping your fingers against the table. You’d stopped resisting after your first glass of champagne and allowed the familiar melody to take you back to the days when you and Jungkook passionately screamed the lyrics of this song at each other in your dorm room.

The two of you dancing with each other was a far more violent affair than Kihyun and Chloé’s smooth swaying: your twirling involved a lot more kicking, stepping on toes, and tears of laughter as you eventually admitted your absolute incompetence when it came to dancing. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed very skilled at it—but then, when compared to you, probably even a well-trained rabbit could have danced better.

You smiled fondly at the memory, happy that the bubbles you drank and the long trip you’d taken today made you feel just dizzy enough to look back at the old days without wishing you were there now.

You were glad to be where you were.

Jungkook, meanwhile, was on his third glass. He kept glancing at the bouquet on the table with immense discomfort as he painfully remembered Sid’s words on their first night in Prague: “Your ass is so whipped, you’re going to be singing at her wedding to some random producer.”

What if Sid was right, then what would he do? Would he get up on stage and perform a fucking love song for you and your new husband? An angsty, yearning love song with a powerful guitar riff—like the ones you liked and the ones he kept writing; the lyrics dripping with all the sentiments that would mean nothing to him, while you married someone else.

I still believe it’s you and me ‘till the end of time

He couldn’t do it. He’d never do it. He’d rather—

“Jungkook,” you said suddenly, your voice catching him off-guard.

“Hmm?” he looked at you, an almost alarmed expression on his face. The descent from deep inside of his mind and back to reality was a painful one.

“I have a question,” you said.

He finished his drink and put the empty flute down on the table. “Alright.”

“There’s no ex,” you said, deciding it was finally time to clear this up, “is there?”

After almost two hours at the wedding—where he hadn’t mentioned his ex once—both of you already knew the answer to this question. But he still graced you with a formal response, because he knew he owed you an explanation.

“No,” he said. “There’s not.”

You nodded, your expression the same as before.

He was relieved. He’d expected a drink in his face.

“So, tell me then,” you continued. “Why did you need me to come with you to this wedding?”

For the first second after you asked this, he thought he could have just admitted it. There was no condition in the bet about revealing the truth to you, after all. And it’s only a bet—it’s nothing significant.

But you were standing in front of him in your dress, the leather jacket that he’d gotten you hanging on your shoulders. You were looking at him with tired, tipsy eyes. And you were smiling—but still trying very hard not to—as you sipped your champagne.

There was a sense of future in the air.

Your future, together.

And the realisation that the bet was significant, despite his efforts to convince himself otherwise, had finally kicked in—he was afraid he wouldn’t just get a drink thrown in his face if he told you. He was afraid he’d lose this future.

“I, uh… I just didn’t want to be here by myself,” he ended up saying. This was, technically, not a lie, either. “I always go to these things alone.”

“Why go at all?” you asked then. “You were pretty definitive when you RSVP’d “no” months ago. I was the one who emailed them both of our responses.”

“Well,” he said, looking around at the waiters, passing out drinks, as he tried to buy time. “I don’t know. I feel different now that I’m in Europe. So close to Paris. I guess I changed my mind.”

As you’ve learned in the past few days, that was his excuse for everything.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a sip from your glass. “Humour me about something else, would you?”

Happy that the waiter was finally close enough for him to reach, Jungkook grabbed another champagne flute from his tray and then looked at you again. “What is it?”

“Why would Sid tell me you were dating someone,” you began, “and then warn me not to let you go to this wedding?”

What a perfectly logical question. Truly, he couldn’t see how the question could have been more perfect.

It was so perfect, in fact, that you could engrave it on Sid’s tombstone after Jungkook killed him.

“You know what? I actually have no idea,” he said and then threw his head back to down the champagne in one big gulp.

He kept the liquid in his mouth for a second—prolonging the time he didn’t have to speak to you, all while you watched him suspiciously—and then swallowed, finally.

“Really,” he added in response to your questioning look. “He’s an enigma.”

You snorted. “That’s one way to describe him.”

He nodded, eager to cement the point he was making. Additionally, he suggested, “maybe he was just jealous.”

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to find the causal relationship between Sid lying to you and Sid being jealous.

You tried to guess, “jealous of—of not going to Paris with you?”

“Of me going with you,” he said.

You picked up your champagne glass again—you weren’t drunk enough to have this conversation. “What?”

He shrugged. “Maybe he has a crush on you.”

Your scoff was almost reflexive, and you were very glad that you hadn’t taken a sip before he had said this. You’ve heard plenty of unexpected things in the span of these past few days; all kinds of manipulations and weak cop-outs – but this one was, by far, the most ridiculous one.

“Maybe he has a crush on you,” you countered, clearly considering this statement to be an accusation more than a compliment.

He snickered at this. “Fair enough. Maybe he does.”

Swallowing, you put your near-empty glass down on the table and gave him a long look.

“So, he just did that to spread chaos?” you asked. “No other reason?”

Jungkook shrugged again. “Nothing else I can come up with.”

“I don’t believe you,” you said calmly and watched him freeze, startled by the bluntness of your words. First, you finished your champagne, then your sentence, “but I’m willing to drop it if this is nothing more than Sid’s game. Tell him to never speak to me again, and let’s leave this at that.”

Jungkook was relieved, and, at the same time, scared to feel relieved. He felt it necessary to say, “I’m sorry Sid did that.”

“Don’t apologise for him.”

“I’m not. The apology is from me,” he said. “I should have made sure he wouldn’t bother you, let alone lie to you—”

“I don’t care why Sid lied to me,” you cut him off. “I care why you did. Why you went along with it.”

He knew he should have seen your question coming, but he chose to pretend he could talk around this topic instead—and that’s why your words knocked all breath out of him.

It was simple: he’d played along with Sid’s lie, because he thought it’d help him convince you to come to Paris with him faster; he’d lied to you to win the bet.

But he hadn’t lied to you when he said he didn’t want to come to this wedding alone. He wanted to come here with you. The bet seemed more like an excuse now—a distraction from his anxiety that he equipped as a pretence to ask you out.

He was painfully aware of this now: he’d always wanted to ask you out again; just one more time. One last first date of your lives.

He realised this, and there was no way he could pretend otherwise, not when his mouth dried up every time he looked at you.

And yet, that seemed even more difficult to admit to you.

Inhaling, he said, “I thought Sid’s lie would get you to come with me.”

That did not feel much like an explanation.

“You could have said that Sid lied and just told me that you changed your mind about going to the wedding,” you said, waving your empty flute around. “You’re allowed to go where you want to. You’re an adult.”

“Well—”

“To a certain extent,” you added, “because, of course, you have your reputation to consider. Yours and the band’s, too, actually.”

“So, you would have just let me leave the tour?” he questioned, doubtful and, honestly, disappointed. Asking for your permission to do something felt childish, but it also felt like you cared. And he really needed you to care.

You remembered his threat about bringing his friends with him if you wouldn’t go, and asked, “would you have gone to Paris alone?”

He looked down. Then, he told you the full truth, “I wouldn’t have come here at all, if you hadn’t agreed to come with me.”

“But I said no,�� you said, still trying to make sense of this. “I didn’t want to go. You kept pushing.”

“I really wanted us to go together. That’s why—you know.” He swallowed. “That’s why Sid’s lie seemed so convenient.”

“Why did it matter that we went together?” you asked one more time. “The real reason.”

He didn’t reply right away, because he was too tipsy for this. It was only champagne, he could have easily recited the alphabet backwards if he was asked to. But it was getting difficult to keep up with what he was telling you.

He didn’t want to lie, not anymore, so he tried to only tell you the truth and keep quiet about the things he didn’t want you to know about: like the bet. And, of course, the fact that he had, apparently, been in love with you for ages. This particular realisation had surprised him on the train earlier, and he was the one with the feelings. He couldn’t even imagine how much it would probably shock you if he told you.

You waited, at first; assuming that he needed a moment to gather the courage to explain. But a minute later, your patience ran out.

So, you tried to answer for him—offering an option that wouldn’t be satisfactory enough, but it would be comfortable for you to believe, “just because they’re our friends?”

“Yeah. Sure,” he said, but it sounded like he was just agreeing, because he could tell that this was what you wanted him to say. “We’d known Kihyun and Chloé for so long. So it’s for, um—for old times’ sake, I guess.”

You needed a minute to arrange everything in order in your mind. Everything Jungkook had said seemed convincing enough if you closed your eyes, but it still felt like a half-truth at best.

You knew there had to be a different reason why Sid didn’t want Jungkook to go to Paris—or, perhaps, why he didn’t want you to come with Jungkook.

Not to mention, Jungkook could have convinced you to come to the wedding much faster if he’d told you the truth instead of going along with the story about his “ex”. Of course, that’s assuming that he really did only want to come here to witness your friends get married like he’d said.

But you wanted to believe that what he’d told you tonight was true, because this way, you wouldn’t have to ask any more questions or overthink. And, truthfully, a part of you was afraid to ruin this—whatever this pleasant hum that had gathered around the two of you on the train to Paris was—by interrogating Jungkook further.

Not to mention, you’d outgrown Sid’s silly games and simply wanted peace.

Even though you didn’t speak, Jungkook seemed to read the thoughts in your mind as he chewed on his bottom lip and said again, “I’m sorry.”

You blinked, registering the discomfort on his face. “What for?”

“For the lying and the—well, everything,” he said with a resigned sigh.  “I realise this was a very backwards way to convince you to come here with me.”

“It was. And thank you for owning up to it,” you said. “But next time you try to do something weird, do try to leave me out of it, would you?”

He grinned at this—he couldn’t help it. “Define weird.”

You were smiling, even though you rolled your eyes in response.

“Lying,” you said then. His smile faltered. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but don’t lie to me.”

Solemn now, he nodded. He realised that this gesture alone wasn’t convincing enough and redeemed it by clearing his throat and saying very decidedly, “I promise I’ll make sure Sid doesn’t bother you again.”

“Good,” you said. “Please do.”

“Thank you for coming here with me,” he added. “Despite everything.”

You were about to retort with a dry “you’re welcome”, but decided to take a different route and make him work a little bit. It only seemed fair.

“I don’t think a simple ‘thank you’ will suffice,” you said slyly. He cocked an eyebrow, not having expected to hear the playfulness in your voice. “This was a huge favour, after all. I could have been sleeping on the tour bus right now.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun,” he countered. “I saw the look in your eyes on the cab ride to the wedding.”

“Well, I had to adjust,” you defended. “Can’t exactly sulk the entire time, I’m not a toddler. Unlike some people.”

You turned away as you said this, smirking, while he scoffed, indignant. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

He was instinctively opening his mouth to respond, but only managed to squeeze out an incomprehensible syllable that turned into an impressed tsk.  

“Okay,” he decided then, tongue in cheek. “So, how can I repay this massive favour?”

“I’m not sure you ever will, to be honest,” you played. “But you could start by gifting the newlyweds a song.”

Jungkook glanced back at the platform in the corner of the room that was set up as a stage for the band. The musicians were taking a break and having drinks by the bar right now, so it was empty.

He looked back at you. “I don’t sing at weddings.”

“You used to,” you pointed out.

“Once. They made me wear a suit with a bowtie. A tight, neon yellow bowtie,” he reiterated. “It nearly made me suffocate. I would have died looking like I ran away from a low-budget circus. I’m not doing that again.”

Trying to keep your laughter in—you hadn’t actually been working with Rated Riot yet when they performed at this wedding, but Yoongi kept pictures, and he pulled them out every year on Jungkook’s birthday—you reached over the table to touch him.

“I’ll make this easier for you,” you said as you gently undid the first few buttons of his black dress shirt.

His breath got caught in his throat the second he felt your fingertips brush against the bare skin between his collarbones. It lasted for less than a second, but he was certain your touch had left a mark.

“There,” you said, pulling away. You seemed to have no clue of the revolution you’d started in his chest, which was a wonder. He was convinced his face had passed all the colours of the rainbow in the span of a minute. You continued, “nothing’s blocking your airways now. I’ll even do you one better—you don’t look like a clown tonight. You actually look good.”

Funnily enough, he had fewer problems breathing before you leaned closer to touch him. And before you told him he looked good.

Weakly, he asked, “I assume you have a song in mind, then?”

You nodded. “Chloé once told me she loved this one when she was younger. “As Long as You Love Me” by—”

“No.”

 You were grinning as you finished, “—Backstreet Boys.”

He was shaking his head with enough vehemence for you to feel a soft wind on your face.

There wasn’t anything wrong with the song of choice—other than the fact that Jungkook doubted very much that Chloé had ever mentioned it to you; he suspected you were just setting him up—but he held a personal grudge against it ever since he impulsively performed the song at your birthday party six years ago.

You had already been so drunk at that point, you could only remember glimpses of it all. Fortunately, someone had filmed Jungkook as he was using your floor lamp as a microphone stand when he performed Nick’s part at the beginning of the song. Later on, he’d gotten so immersed that he’d pulled up a chair to perform the dance routine, too.

You still had the video saved somewhere on your cloud storage.

“Your debt will be fully repaid if you include the choreography,” you added now, knowing it wouldn’t convince him. You just needed to say it to see the tips of his ears turn red at the memory.

His lips were pursed as he watched the mischievous glint in your eye. He’d missed it, he realised, even if your teasing was at his expense.

“You don’t think I’ll do it,” he observed. You shrugged—an obvious challenge—and he looked back at the platform again.

“I’m going to need a mic stand and a chair,” he said. Your eyes visibly brightened—he hadn’t seen you this excited in years. Keeping eye contact with you as he walked backwards to the platform, he pointed a finger in your direction. “This is for you.”

You cheered—caught in the moment and in the champagne you’d had tonight—while he climbed on the platform and turned the music that had been playing from the loudspeakers off. It took everyone at this wedding by surprise. They all turned to look.

The musicians seemed largely unfazed, until he picked up the guitar that they’d left leaning against the wall by the platform. They were already about to approach, but Jungkook extended a hand with so much self-assurance that they froze right away.

He said something else—you were too far to hear—and that seemed to relax them. They returned to their drinks and Jungkook, finally, climbed onto the platform.

Admittedly, until the moment he did, you really didn’t think he would actually do it.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he spoke, his voice muffled as he tapped the microphone to make sure it was working. You looked back to see the surprised looks on Kihyun and Chloé’s faces. “It’s a very special night tonight, as we know. And I have a very special gift for my friends. Congratulations on the beginning of the rest of your lives together, guys.”

The newlyweds both cheered and Jungkook chuckled lightly. The microphone caught the sound and you felt your heart respond to it in eagerness as it pounded against your ribs.

The second he played the first chords on the guitar, the room seemed to come to life. Some people recognised the melody and rushed to the designated dancing space in front of the platform, their hands in the air—and it felt, for just a moment, like a Rated Riot concert. Others still looked confused, but very entertained by the unexpected turn of events.

“Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine,” he began to sing and it immediately turned into a battle of which one of you two could last longer without cringing, “I'm leaving my life in your hands.”

You lost the battle as soon as Jungkook began the chorus and put the guitar down so he could perform the choreography with the chair—as much as he could, anyway, because the chairs at the venue didn’t fold. Your nose was scrunched, and you couldn’t help shaking your head, half in disbelief, half in amusement.

He watched you nearly the whole time—only looking away to nod encouragingly at Kihyun and Chloé, both of whom were dancing in the middle of the room—and his voice was louder, much clearer without the instrument accompanying it.

You’d watched him tear his shirt off on stage at Rated Riot shows, and you’d never had to cover your face. But your hands were on your mouth the moment he dramatically dropped to his knees for that last “as long as you love me” in the song.

His head fell in a theatrical manner as soon as he finished the song, and the room erupted in applause. He thought he could discern your laughter amidst the noise, and he was smiling when he looked up.

It took him a minute to return to you after the performance—people asked for more as he walked past, others were patting him on the back, and some guests, who turned out to have been in attendance at the previous party, gaily informed him that he did “much better than last time”.

His breathing was still heavy when he reached you, exhilarated.

Beaming even before he heard your response, he leaned against your table and lifted an eyebrow. “Well?”

“That might be the best performance that I’d ever seen,” you said. “I’m sure it’ll haunt my dreams. Thank you for that.”

There was enough genuine awe in your voice to make him laugh.

“So, you don’t regret coming here with me, then?” he asked. His eyes were glittering when he looked at you—with excitement, adrenaline, and hope.

“No,” you said. Your soft smile had rendered him completely incapable of looking away from you. “I’m actually glad I came. And not just because I got to see you sing Backstreet Boys in front of everyone.”

Heated suddenly, he said, “that stays between us.”

Even though you’d been looking forward to telling everyone on tour about this, you decided he deserved your agreement.

“Fine,” you said. “But it’s a shame the rest of the world wasn’t able to enjoy this.”

“Hmm,” he lifted his chin. “That was for your eyes only.”

“What about the rest of the guests?” you asked. There was a certain delight in your words that he noticed and quietly basked in.

“What guests?” he replied with a grin. “I said this was for you.”

You were shaking your head, but there was humour in your eyes and on your lips, and his own smile felt like it might cause his cheeks to tear.

There was nothing he wouldn’t have done for you at that moment. He was flushed, and his head was spinning. The entirety of his chest, it seemed to him, had begun to float.

He was happy.

You were still here with him, teasing and laughing. He’d seen his old friends get married, he’d seen them dance. He was about to join his band on tour, about to perform all across Europe.

Everything was going to be perfect. He just had to get this bet over with—quietly—and then figure out a way to expand the cavity of his chest, so it could contain his heart and the thousands of obnoxious, never-ceasing fluttering wings around it.

chapter title credits: sleep token, “the summoning”

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Unrequited - Chapter 2 - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

prologue | chapter 1

summary: on one particular night, y/n offers tsu'tey intimacy with no expectations in return, which sparks up a complex relationship between them. they grapple with guilt, unrequited love, and newfound intimacy, as y/n and tsu'tey navigate the depths of their feelings for each other

wc: 5.6k

contains: one-sided love, angst, smut, friends with benefits (ig), smut in this chapter!

a/n: a bit bummed out bc the last chapter did not receive as big of a response as i was expecting, and i'm not sure if it's bc of the time zones or bc it wasn't good enough, idk. but at this point, i'm basically continuing the series for myself, bc i'm excited for the direction i'll be taking with it. however, if you do enjoy the series, please show some love, it really does encourage me to write ♡

unrequited masterlist | general masterlist

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Tsu'tey's gaze fixated on you as you swayed in a circle of healers, performing a traditional mourning dance around the Mother Tree. The rest of the clan knelt around you, their arms linked in solidarity as they prayed to Eywa for the souls lost in battle. But instead of focusing on the prayer, Tsu'tey couldn't help but watch you, intrigued by how in sync you seemed with Mo'at and the rest of the healers. He had never seen this side of you. Frankly, he hadn't seen many sides of you, having treated you like any other member of the clan. Now, knowing that you had feelings for him, something started to shift in his brain.

Of course, you weren't the first to fall for the brave warrior, and Tsu'tey was well aware of the effect he had on other women. It never piqued his interest though, after all, everyone knew of his bond with Silwanin, and respected them as the future clan leaders. There was a brief period of time after Silwanin's passing when some women attempted to win his affection, but he quickly turned them down, knowing that his fate was to mate with Neytiri. 

But the battle shook things up. Neytiri stepped out of her position as the tsakarem and chose Jake as her mate, who had become the Toruk Makto and finally earned the respect of the people. And although Tsu’tey was now supposed to lead his people as the new Olo'eyktan, he felt like his role in the clan had been shifted. Things were changing, and Tsu'tey felt the need to prove himself to be a worthy leader, so spending time with a girl whom he didn't love seemed pointless.

"Did Y/N do something?" Takuk whispered, bringing Tsu'tey back to the present.

"Hm? No, I was just looking," Tsu'tey cleared his throat, ashamed to have been caught. 

"I know, I know," Takuk shook his head with a knowing smile, "She looks great. The guys have been talking about how much she changed lately."

"What?" Tsu'tey turned to him with a frown, "Why were they even discussing her?"

"Because she's been healing some of them," Takuk frowned too, unsure of Tsu'tey's confusion. "Didn't you know? Look, she helped me too."

Takuk pointed to his middle, leaves arranged carefully around a wound just below his ribcage. Tsu'tey observed it for a moment, realizing that the handiwork was similar to his bandaged arm. Mo'at did it differently, using less leaves, but your touch was unmistakable. Tsu'tey felt a twinge of envy, but he shook it off, refocusing on the prayer. He had no room for distractions, not when he had a whole clan to lead and protect.

Tsu’tey had always known he was destined to lead, but now, as the Olo'eyktan, the weight of his responsibilities weighed heavily upon him. It was quick, the way he stepped into the role, ordering repairs, disciplining warriors, and protecting families. People now gave him space, whenever he walked through the crowd, and deep bows of respect; even his friends who once rarely shied away from teasing him, were now more cautious of the things they said around him. But Tsu'tey couldn't help but notice how the air shifted whenever Jake was around too. As Toruk Makto, Jake had risen in the eye of the clan and earned his place. And despite considering Jake his brother, deep down Tsu'tey couldn't shake off the feeling that Jake had everything he was supposed to have, except the title. His family was feeding into this insecurity by harboring personal grudge against Jake, telling Tsu'tey that the demon had stolen Neytiri and left Tsu'tey to be a lone leader. That without a mate, he looked weak. 

As the ceremony ended, Tsu'tey quickly made his way back to the Home Tree, his thoughts consumed by the recent changes in his life. He knew that he needed to focus on his duties as a leader, but he couldn't help the sense of longing for the life he could have had with Silwanin. His world had shifted, and he wasn't sure where he fit in anymore.

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Tsu'tey spent the next few nights tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He was going crazy over the plans for the village, as he worked tirelessly to prepare for the changes and recovery that lay ahead. With fewer wounded to tend to, he would now need more hands on deck, supporting his decisions. But what was bothering him more this particular night was the conversation with Mo'at in the healing hut, which had forced him to confront his future.

"Neytiri is now mated with the Toruk Makto," she shot him a meaningful gaze, unwrapping his bandaged arm, "She can no longer continue the legacy of Tsahik. You must choose another woman."

Tsu'tey only shook his head, a pained expression etched on his face. It was not the right time to think about another woman. Any woman. Tsu'tey did not wish to be forced into another bond that could be easily broken. He could never love anyone else but Silwanin, and losing Neytiri to Jake was proof of that. He felt embarrassed to become the chief without a mate, but he'd rather be embarrassed than make anybody else unhappy.

"Preparing another tsakarem will take time. You must choose quickly," Mo'at warned him, "And choose wisely."

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The first rays of sunlight were barely peeking through the Home Tree, when Tsu'tey climbed out of it. He trudged directionless, his mind weighing down by the recent hostility he had faced from his own parents. He had never expected to defend Jake, but they were brothers now, and Tsu'tey refused to be consumed by anger anymore. Tsu'tey's parents demanded that he punish Jake, and it sparked an insecurity in him that he never thought he had.

As he wandered through the outskirts of the forest, Tsu'tey stumbled upon you, for the first time in a few days since the ceremony, picking herbs. You were just as taken aback to see him, having expected him to be busy with his newfound duties as the chief. Tsu'tey cringed when you bowed to him deeper than usual, a gesture that reminded him of his position and only seemed to isolate him further.

"What are you doing here?" Tsu'tey asked, his voice raspy, almost accusatory.

"Gathering some aemies for the numbing paste," you answered, standing up, "Why are you here?"

"Wanted to clear my head," he admitted, catching you off guard.

"Do you need help with that?"

Tsu'tey quirked his eyebrow at you, but he didn't budge when you took a step towards him. His gaze drifted off to the basket of herbs, tucked under the roots of a nearby tree. He had no idea how much you were going out of your way to help the other healers. He wondered how long you were there for? He tried to remember anything about your life or your interests, but soon realized that he knew nothing about you. Of course, he had known your whole family, he knew that your older siblings were already with their mates and children. But he had never bothered to learn about your hobbies. Frankly, he knew as much about you as he did about any other clan member from afar. Was it a lapse on his part as an Olo'eyktan, or was it simply that he had never really seen you?

As you neared him, your hands brushed hesitantly against his waist. His left arm was now free of the bandage, and you assumed that Mo'at confirmed the healing of his bone. Still, you decided to be careful with him. Tsu'tey let out a long sigh, his gaze shifting to yours

"Why haven't you chosen a mate yet? You had your ceremony," he suddenly questioned you, catching you off guard.

You pulled away, dropping your hands from him with a scared look. Was it the nearing ending to your secret with Tsu'tey? Did he already promise someone to become his future mate? You were aware that he couldn't be a lone chief for a long time, that soon enough somebody will have to step up for Neytiri but it was a scary thought that you pushed as far as you could.

"You know why," you answered, earning his disapproving look.

"Y/N, I already told you -" he began to repeat himself, but you shook your head, interrupting him.

"And I already told you. I cannot force the ways of my heart. It feels what it feels."

"I cannot force my heart either, you know that."

"I know," you muttered.

Accepting that was easy, at least from afar, when you only watched him. But now having a taste of him, an illusion of maybe him loving you back, was bittersweet. You wished he would just stop telling you he didn't love you every time you talked.

"You’re a hypocrite," you challenged him, "Why are you asking about me having no mate when you don't have one yourself? You're the chief now. Pretty sure it's frowned upon to be a chief without a mate."

"Do not speak on matters that should not concern you," he gritted through his teeth.

"So you can ask me, but I cannot ask you the same?" you suddenly felt irritated with him.

"You are crossing a line," Tsu'tey took a step towards you in a warning, but you didn't budge, "I am the chief now. The concerns of my people are my concerns. You are now my concern."

You gulped down nervously, looking up at him from underneath your lashes. Tsu'tey was frustrated with you. You've seen this look on his face many times in your life, but it was never directed at you. Your voice caught up in your throat, as you realized how attractive he looked looming over you with a snarl.

"What are you -" you tried but the words left your mouth the second he covered it with his.

Tsu'tey wasn't sure why he kissed you, but it was becoming a familiar thing. It could have been out of his frustration with your stubbornness, or the fact that you were the only person who could distract him from the heavy weight on his mind. He felt like he was digging a deeper grave for the both of you, pushing himself into an endless cycle of lust, but it felt too good to pull away. It felt heavenly to be loved by someone who accepted him despite everything he hated about himself.

Your mind was already clouded, lost in the sensations of Tsu'tey's touch, when his arm snaked around you. You pulled him in by his neck, and as you bit down on his bottom lip, something tugged in the back of his brain. Tsu'tey pushed you against a tree, the rough bark painfully scratching your back and loosening the ties of your top. But you didn’t care, not as long as you felt his hands on you, his lips leaving wet kisses on your skin.

The loud sound of a broken twig shattered the trance, and Tsu'tey quickly put some space between you, looking into the trees for the source. You caught a glimpse of two hunters passing in the distance, completely oblivious to your presence, since you were hidden from their sight. Still, you felt uneasy thinking they could have caught you. 

"Do you think they saw us?" you asked, worry creeping into your voice.

"No, they seem unbothered," Tsu'tey let out a relieved chuckle, the sound ringing out like music to your ears. "I'll come by to check on you later today, alright?"

You nodded, stunned by his ease of manner. Was that a promise? Tsu'tey bowed politely before retreating, leaving you alone with your thoughts. A thrill coursed through you at the idea of Tsu'tey making plans with you. No talks of guilt anymore, just the two of you.

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But as the day wore on and the evening approached, the lump in your throat seemed to swell to an almost unbearable size. Perhaps Tsu'tey had forgotten his promise; after all, he had plenty of duties to attend to. Or worse, maybe it was a deliberate attempt to hurt you and push you away. Tsu'tey had countless opportunities to catch you alone throughout the day, yet he hadn't made any effort to make an appearance. With each passing moment, your conviction grew stronger that he had no intention of keeping his word.

You let out a long sigh, as you peeled away the bandage from Takuk's middle. He had sought you out earlier in the day, asking to check on his wound after the training. Of course, you agreed without hesitation. So, as the sun began to set, you found Takuk not too far from the training camp and sat down to examine the wound that you had previously tended to with your own hands several days ago.

"Well, what's the verdict?" Takuk grinned at you, as your eyes surveyed his abdomen.

Though his skin still looked pale, the wound was perfectly closed off, leaving only a small red scar in its place. You removed the rest of the bandage.

"You do not need this anymore," you explained, earning a satisfied groan from him.

"I've been waiting to hear those words for days now," he expressed, and you couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

"What words?" Tsu'tey's serious voice cut in.

You turned to see him leaning against the tree, arms crossed on his chest with a curious gaze flickering between you and Takuk. You shifted uncomfortably when his eyes landed on you, and turned your attention back to Takuk instead. Tsu'tey frowned.

"That I don't need the stupid bandage anymore," Takuk explained, gesturing at you, "Y/N here managed to heal me in a matter of days. I feel as good as a newborn baby!"

You let out a chuckle at the joke, which warmed Takuk's heart. He looked at you adoringly, clearly having formed some sort of attachment to you. To Tsu'tey his intentions were more than clear. 

"You fight like a baby, too," Tsu'tey retorted, feeling the need to establish a dynamic in front of you.

Takuk laughed heartily, but you felt a twinge of anger at Tsu'tey's behavior. He acted nonchalantly and now was joking about his subordinates in front of you? Rising to your feet, you ignored him and turned to Takuk.

"Be careful not to open up the wound again, alright?"

Takuk nodded eagerly, rising to his feet too. He was planning to walk back to the Home Tree with you, and Tsu'tey quickly picked up on it. The second the two of you bowed to him to leave, he caught you by your wrist. Takuk stared back at you confused.

"Go ahead, Takuk, Y/N and I have to discuss something," Tsu'tey said, still keeping his hand around yours.

Takuk was taken aback for a moment by Tsu'tey's sudden command, but he didn't argue and sprinted back into the forest. Once he was out of your sight, you wiggled your hand free from Tsu'tey's grasp, and brushed past him with an annoyed huff.

"I'll walk you back," Tsu'tey said loudly.

"I can walk on my own," you snarled, walking ahead of him, desperately trying to put a distance between the two of you.

"Slow down for a second," he commanded, "This is an order from your Olo'eyktan."

You huffed again, before turning around to face him. Tsu'tey stared back at you with an expectant look.

"What?"

"Why are you angry at me?" he asked.

You rolled your eyes at him before turning away again and continuing to walk. An annoyed growl vibrated through Tsu'tey's chest. He easily caught up to you and grabbed your wrist again to make you stop near the training hut. He could feel his frustration growing as you continued to ignore him.

"What is the matter?"

It was a matter of desperation to get away from his piercing eyes, to stop having to put up this angry act with him when in reality you were extremely heartbroken. Seeing him act as if nothing happened made you feel foolish. If he hadn't accidentally run into you, would he have bothered to check on you at all? The thought stung.

"I waited for you," you said, looking up at Tsu'tey with a mix of frustration and hurt. You pulled your hand away from his grasp.

"I am here, aren't I?"

"Not because you were looking for me. Am I wrong?"

Tsu'tey frowned at the truth you voiced. He had stumbled upon you by accident, not expecting to find you near the training camp at that hour.

"You are not wrong," he raised his palms in the air as a sign of defeat, "But I've got a lot on my plate right now. Let's just talk about it."

"What is there to talk about, Tsu'tey? You didn't show up, end of story."

Tsu'tey felt a pang of guilt in his chest, knowing that he deserved your harshness. As he went about his duties as Olo'eyktan, the weight of reality settled upon him, reminding him that there was no way for you to fit into his new life. But the promise he had made to you hung over him, and he couldn't bring himself to follow through with it. He had hoped that if he didn't show up, you would get angry and give him up. But fate had other plans when he ran into you with Takuk, and seeing you laugh with his trainee made him feel uneasy.

"Well, what do you want from me?" he asked defensively. You shook your head in disbelief.

"I don't want anything from you that you can't give me. I made it clear that I don't care if you hurt me, as long as you're honest with me," your eyes glistened with a threat of tears, "But whatever you did, not showing your face for days, then making me wait for you, knowing well that you didn't want to come... I felt stupid. That was cruel.”

"I didn't mean to," he shook his head.

"I think you did," you bit back, your voice laced with venom.

The lump in your throat was on the verge of suffocating you, and you hastily wiped away your tears, turning your head from him. Oh, how much you feared to show him this vulnerable side of you, to earn his pity. Tsu'tey's fingers gently grabbed your chin, turning your face back to him. 

"Stop it," he ordered, when you tried to turn away from him.

"Let go of me and go back to your duties. You have a lot on your plate now, don't you, chief?" you snapped.

"I do, yet I am here to speak to you," Tsu'tey replied calmly.

You rolled your eyes at him, and Tsu'tey hated it. It was a direct dismissal of his words.

"I already told you that there's nothing else to talk about. I do not need your pity, Tsu'tey. Either we do this before one of us gets forced into a loveless bond, or we put an end to it now. If you do not wish for the kind of comfort I offer to you, if you find me disgusting for giving myself to you, then just tell me. Break my heart now, and I will never force your hand again. But don’t make me wait around for you and feel foolish. Hell, I can even leave the clan and never return again, if you wish me to, just don't toy with me -"

Tsu'tey couldn't bear the tension any longer as you rambled on, pouring out all the thoughts that had been nagging at you throughout the day. It hurt him to hear those words because the truth always hurts. Oh Eywa, how much he wished to shut you up. Whenever did you even get the courage to talk to him that way? You were always gentle and shy around him. Now suddenly, you were challenging him not only as a man, but also as the Olo'eyktan. Threatening to leave the clan? 

There was something that slipped your lips, making his heart jump a little. Eventually, one of you would be forced into a bond you didn't want. Was it selfless to enjoy each other's intimacy before it ended?

He didn't hear the end of your sentence, when he kissed you. At first, you resisted, trying to stay angry at him, but soon gave in, your lips moving in sync with his in a passionate, frustrated kiss. When he finally pulled away, there was a glimpse of surprise in your eyes. You were at a loss of words.

"Let's do that," he breathed out through his lidded eyes.

"Do what?"

"What you said. Enjoy this," he answered slowly, "But we end it the moment you are courted by someone."

You snorted in disbelief, but Tsu'tey's expression remained genuine. Was he finally giving in with no guilt? No resistance?

"And you won't regret it?" you quirked his eyebrow at him.

"As long as I do not get in the way of your happiness with someone else."

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Tsu’tey sat on the ground inside the small training hut, his back pressed against the wall. You weren't sure how exactly the two of you found your way in, but before you knew it, you were seated in his lap, savoring the sweet sensation of his lips on yours. You placed another kiss on his lips before pulling away enough to see his piercing green eyes staring back at you with hunger. The tension between you was growing.

Tsu'tey was barely holding it together, lust dictating his every move, as he cupped your face and pulled you closer. A shiver ran down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan softly at the way he grazed his lips along your jaw. At that moment, Tsu'tey was no longer the Olo'eyktan with duties, and you were no longer the girl with unrequited feelings. You were just two people consumed by a fierce desire for each other.

Tsu'tey's hands found their way to the strings of your skimpy top, eventually untying it and letting it slide off you. His palms gently grazed and explored the softness of your breasts. Now that his healed arm was no longer restricting him, Tsu'tey anticipated the chance to fully utilize it to enjoy your body. He pulled his lips from yours and bent down to catch your left breast in his mouth, lightly biting down on the soft skin, then sucking and licking the spots that ached to ease the pain. You sighed at the mixture of pain and pleasure, as his fingers pinched your right nipple simultaneously.

A heated sensation spread through you, making your arch back for him, hips slowly rolling over Tsu'tey's thigh. Desperate for some friction, you pressed your clothed core against him harder, hands reaching for his shoulders for stability. Tsu'tey groaned in displeasure when you pushed his head away from your abused nipples and crashed your lips against his. The slow grinding became faster and aching, and the tangy feeling in your core started to grow. Tsu'tey thrusted his hips up in response, chuckling at the whimper you couldn't hold in.

Your mind was now too cloudy to cooperate with your body, and you stopped grinding against his thigh, giving yourself a moment to recompose. Which made him want to push you over the edge more. He thrusted up again, watching the way your mouth fell agape at the sensation. There was a pathetic attempt to form words, but you never really succeeded in getting them out. Tsu'tey's hands rested on your hips, pressing you down on his thigh and slowly guiding you back into the rhythm you followed before. You shut your eyes, your loincloth already soaked wet, making you glide smoother against his skin.

"You're so desperate, aren't you?" he cooed with a small smirk.

You felt yourself blushing at his words, and only nodded, dropping your head to hide in the crook of his neck. Your brain went foggy at his intoxicating scent. Tsu'tey only found your reaction amusing, continuing to slowly rock you back and forth. 

"I'll take care of you, hm?" he asked.

You hummed back desperately, pleading for more stimulation, as you felt something harden against your thigh. Glancing down, you noticed a noticeable bulge forming beneath Tsu'tey's loincloth.

"Let me make you feel good," you breathed.

Tsu'tey reached out and gently took hold of your neck, pulling you away from him so he could get a better look at your face. The expression he saw made him even more aroused. 

"We'll take it slow, syulang," he said softly, "You let me know if you don't like something, alright?"

You gave him a quick nod, opening your mouth to speak but having no will to form a coherent sentence. Tsu'tey's thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat coursing through him. He picked you up and moved you to the ground, laying you out in front of him. With half-lidded eyes, you watched him, your body eagerly anticipating his touch once again.

Before long, he positioned himself over you, his knee nestled between your parted legs. Tsu'tey's lips quickly met yours in a fiery kiss, as you pulled him into a tight embrace. His right hand returned to his favorite spot, kneading and caressing the soft skin of your breasts. He alternated between kissing your lips and chest, before finally stopping to suck on your nipples. Your breath hitched, your already swollen cunt aching painfully in need of attention.

"Take it off," Tsu’tey whispered, tugging at your cloth, as if reading your mind.

You rushed to untie the piece of fabric and yank it away from under you. Tsu'tey continued to kiss your breasts, as his fingers moved to your heat and glided through your already wet slick. He pressed his thumb to your bud, enjoying the way you jolted under his touch. He looked up at your face, as he began to draw small circles around your sensitive spot.

"Don't tease me," you grunted at his slow movements.

Tsu'tey shook his head in amusement, before lowering himself down. He gripped your left leg and rested it on his shoulder, leveling his face with your cunt. You whined loudly, when you suddenly felt his tongue on you, swirling around your swollen clit. The sensation was new, something you haven't felt, but before you could process it, Tsu'tey slid a digit into your hole. You squirmed under him, as he pumped his finger in and out of you, hitting a sweet spot inside that made your walls cave. Your whiny moans blended into a cry, when he loudly sucked on your bud, simultaneously curling his finger inside you.

Blood rushed through your veins at the overwhelming sensation. It seemed like you were too consumed by the ecstatic feeling to comprehend what was happening anymore, just wishing to savor it for as long as you could.

"Ahh," you panted, when Tsu'tey licked painfully alongside your slit. 

Enjoying the sounds you made, he continued to lick more eagerly, his tongue brushing all around and in between your folds, occasionally teasing your bud. His ears twitched, devouring every small sound and whimper that escaped your mouth with satisfaction, his member throbbing painfully.

Your pleasure was nearing, walls starting to clench around his finger, luring him in deeper. Fuck. He wished to feel you clench this way around his cock instead. Tsu'tey continued to thrust his finger into you with a steady pace, his eyes tracing every curve of your disheveled form, taking in the sight of you with admiration. He marveled at how beautiful you looked, with your slightly disheveled hair and sweat glistening on your forehead. You caught his gaze with your half-lidded, exhausted eyes, barely noticing his tail wagging behind him. He pulled his finger out, earning a dissatisfied groan from you at the loss.

If you weren't this hungry for him, you would have already scolded him for torturing you. But all you could do is tug at his shoulders to silently plead with him instead. Tsu'tey hastily brought himself back, resting on top of you, his hardened dick pulsing against you through the loincloth.

He kissed you desperately with such force, you could almost feel your lips bruise. You wrapped him in a tight embrace, scared that his touch might leave you again if you didn't. Tsu’tey couldn’t think anymore, his fingers fidgeting with the ties of his loincloth, before he finally freed his hard dick. He pulled away slightly to give himself enough space and guide his tip through your slit. He teased your entrance just enough to make you gasp, pushing the tip in and out a couple of times, coating it in your juices.

"Ahh," you whined, once he slowly pushed himself slightly deeper into you.

Tsu'tey gave you a second to adjust before starting to slowly glide in and out of you only halfway. He wanted you to take in the thickness of his length slowly, until you could get used to the feeling. He paused in between the thrusts to look for any signs of discomfort, but soon enough you rolled your hips instinctively, taking in his full length.

Tsu'tey barely held back from a release right at that second, your walls so tight around him. He was basically fitting into you to the hilt. He slowly picked up his pace, pounding into you, hitting that sweet spot that made your breath hitch. You clutched on to him, your tail wagging uncontrollably against the ground.

Everything about Tsu'tey seemed intoxicating, like he wasn't real. The way his musky scent surrounded you, and the taste of his lips lingered on your tongue. The way his arms held onto you, his cock fitting and curling perfectly inside you. Tsu'tey fastened his pace, coaxing louder moans out of you. You were grateful that you were too far from the Home Tree to be heard by anyone.

The more his tip hit your spot, the more you rolled forward to chase that feeling building up in your pit. Tsu'tey could feel that you were close to your release by the way you started to tighten around him. He tried hard concentrating on keeping up, dropping his head onto your breasts, to feel the small vibrations radiating through your chest. It wasn't long before you couldn't keep it in anymore. You came undone with a loud cry.

"Tsu'tey," you gripped at his back, the pleasure washing over you in a wave.

You squeezed his cock almost painfully, and Tsu'tey slowed down his pace. But as he continued to hit the same spot with the roll of his hips, your body shuddered from the overstimulation. You felt too exhausted to push him away, instead patting his back to stop, but the groans that were now escaping Tsu'tey's lips were signaling that he was almost done. Your cunt started to throb, feeling another wave of pleasure forming inside you, as his thrusts became rougher, filling out the hut with loud squelching sounds.

"Harder," you whined, and he slammed into you. Your juices coated his member in wetness, dripping down your crack.

Your core started to pulse again, nearing another orgasm, and the moment you came undone, tightening around him, Tsu’tey pulled out with a groan. He panted heavily, his hand immediately wrapping around his dick, and pumping it in his fist. You watched him give himself a final thrust, before white cum dripped over his fingers. Tsu'tey looked heavenly, when his features relaxed, thumb caressing over the tip of his penis. He watched you too through barely open eyes, as if the sight of you was the final nudge to push him over the edge. He positioned himself over you again, leaning down to kiss you. You could feel his dick smearing around its stickiness on your skin, but you didn't care, smiling into his lips with a bliss.

As you laid there, with Tsu'tey's strong chest pressed against your back and his arm draped over your middle, you could feel the reality slowly beginning to set in. It was suddenly overwhelming to be in his presence, being acutely aware that the moment was fleeting, and that any second now he could push you away. But for Tsu'tey, the feeling wasn't mutual. He was too lost in his dreamlike bliss, pretending that he could live it for a little longer. When you shifted to free yourself from his grasp, he pulled you back into him with a low growl.

"We can't get caught like this," you whispered, glancing at him over your shoulder.

"We won't, just stay the night," he murmured, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

You hesitated for a moment, before slowly relaxing into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. You remained silent for the rest of the night.

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As the first rays of sunlight slipped through the small window of the hut, you stirred, crunching your nose in irritation. Tsu'tey laid beside you, his features serene in slumber, and you gave yourself some time to admire him like that. Despite the urge to kiss him, you knew you couldn't wake him up.

Carefully, you slipped out of his arms, quietly putting on your clothes. Tsu'tey's eyes fluttered open, sensing your movements, but he remained still, watching you with a pensive expression.

He knew it was better if you left, so he pretended to be asleep, when you cast a final glance at him and slipped out of the hut. 

As you made your way back to the Home Tree, you stopped by the river, to wash away his scent. No matter how irresistible it was to you, you couldn't afford to raise any suspicions.

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chapter 3

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[pablitogavii]

Can you do one where gavi is on tour and he is excused to leave dinner early and when he gets back to his hotel room his gf (whoever is reading) is there and it goes on from that (they had🤫) but you guys were too loud so when gavi got out pedri and his friends tease and and yeah. Sorry if this is very detailed😭

His Surprise

Since he spent so much time with you during summer, Pablo really got used to having you around all the time that his trip to US was quite hard.

"Amor, I will see you in less than two weeks.." you told him while you cuddled the last night together at home and he was acting like a true whining baby.

"Two weeks is a long time with no cuddles.." he whined and you giggled holding him closer and kissing the top of is head lovingly.

"You can always cuddle with Pedri amor??" you joke giggling while he kept whining nuzzling further into your neck and leaving a few open mouth kisses along the way.

"You're my big bebé, did you know??" you say and he shakes his head always acting like a 'big and strong man' but with you he could always be a goofy boy.

"I'm gonna miss you like crazy!!" he said looking up and you smiled nodding your head and leaning down to kiss his lips.

"Me too cariño..so go and win and come back home to me" you say and you both smiled agreeing on that plan before falling asleep.

While he was on the plane, he kept his phone glued to his face texting with you and occasionally checking gallery for your pictures that made him smile. Even the camera caught him smiling like an idiot to his phone while filming content for fcbarca account.

pablitoo: just came to the hotel room princesa

you: you should rest up cariño <3

pablitoo: i want to see you! ft??

That ended up you both falling asleep on the phone with each other and Pablo waking up grumpy not having anybody to hold before getting ready for the first morning training.

"Ay hermano, que pasa contigo?? You slept bad??" Ansu asked noticing the dark circles under Pablo's eyes but he didn't care as long as he gets to talk to you before bed.

"That's what happens when your girl is in the different time zone. Same is with me and Mikky especially now with the pregnancy..I'm always on the phone!" Frankie added and Pablo blushed a little when his friends were teasing him about being a simp.

He really didn't care what they said..yes, he was such a simp for you!

After another training in the evening, Pablo's stomach got very sensitive again and he really didn't feel like going to the welcome party.

"You gotta do it hermano, it's polite since they welcomed us and all" Pedri explained and Gavi knew that was right but he also knew that when he comes back you will already be fast asleep in Barcelona.

Damn the time zones! Why can't time be the same everywhere!

Pablo called you when he got ready wanting to at least to talk for a little while and show you his outfit since he was very proud of it. No answer. He tried again thinking you were in the bathroom or something. Again, no answer. Where were you?

pablitoo: amor, I'm going to the welcome party. pls call me when you see this <3 te amo!

The whole time he was there with the boys, he kept checking if you answered but there was nothing. Something was wrong. You never go to bed without sending him a text or better yet calling to tell him how much you miss his cuddles.

"Tranquí, hermano..she was with your hermana today. Maybe they went out?" Araujo said and that made me jump getting to an idea. I should call Aurora!

"H..hola?" her voice was groggy and I knew that I woke her up in the middle of the night.

"Rora! Sorry to call but.." before Pablo could finish the girl interrupted him quickly and angrily.

"Pablo, it's the middle of the night! This better be good cause I have classes tomorrow!" she said and Pablo rolled his eyes at hpw dramatic his sister is right now.

"I know Aurora! But Y/n's not answering her phone and I'm worried!" Pablo snapped walking out of the venue so that nobody can hear the talk he had with his sister.

"She's probably sleeping cabrón! You're worrying too much! We were having lunch today and she looked fine to me" Aurora said but Pablo wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right.

"She wouldn't go to bed without texting me Rora.." Pablo said feeling his breathing become heavy knowing that he is too far away to find out what's going on right this second.

"I'm going back to sleep Pablo!" Aurora hung up and Pablo sighed walking back to the venue where Xavi pulled him to the side.

"You should go back to the hotel chico" the man said and Pablo raised his eyebrows wondering what the hell was going on tonight with everybody.

"Why?" Pablo asked but the man just said it would be best if he finds out on his own so he left with the taxi avoiding the cameras and fans.

"Mr. Gavira?" the receptionist called and Pablo snapped really at the end of his patience.

"Sorry, but you have this left for you..." she said giving Pablo the letter he opened and now really freaked out.

"I saw that you like having fun with blondes around LA. I need to travel and clear my head. Please give me space. -Y/n"

"Mierda!" Pablo curse running to his room hoping to grab his computer and figure out what the hell you were talking about because he haven't even taken a picture with girl fans alone.

"Joder!" he had trouble opening the door when suddenly it opened form the inside you were standing right there with a mischievous smile on you face.

"A..a.mor?" he was in utter shock and you giggled nodding your head and jumping into his arms hugging him tightly and he held you back walking inside the room for some privacy.

"But..but..I got this..and you didn't reply all day..how are you here???" he was so lost and you loved it shutting him up with a kiss and grabbing that letter shredding it to pieces and tossing it to the trashcan.

"Blondes huh?" you smirked and he shook his head catching his breath before grabbing you and tossing you on the bed before hovering above you.

"You know I only like brunnetes princesa..or well my brunnete" he smirked kissing your lips and starting to devour your neck.

"P..Pablo" you moaned and he smirked taking off your clothes hastily like he was afraid if he doesn't that you will just suddenly disappear.

"Slow down amor.." you giggle at his sudden frustration kissing his lips lovingly and helping him take of his clothes.

"Mm I like the outfit cariño..." you smirk when it ended on the floor and he was already resting comfortably between your legs eager to get what he needed since he left home.

"I called you to show you before leaving but you didn't reply nena.." Pablo smirked looking up while kissing down your stomach.

"I was in the plane cariño.." you moaned when he finally started kissing the inside of your thighs getting closer where you desperately needed him.

You two were enjoying your "play time" completely clueless that players started returning form the party slowly and were passing by your hotel room.

"Ahh P..a..ablo" your moans were apparent and the boys smirked winking at each other while snickering.

"Cabrón is definitely having a better party here!" Pedri smirked and the rest chuckled as they each went to their separate rooms.

The next morning, you were exhausted and Pablo had an early morning meeting he went to with a bright smile on his face.

"Hola chicos!" he said sitting besides Ansu and Ferran who were smirking at each other.

"How are you Gavi??" Ferran asked and Pablo gave him a confused look.

"Better yet how is your girl after last night..you're a beast Gavira!" Pedri jumped in and everyone laughed while Pablo blushed bright red that they heard it.

"Um..she..she is sleeping..but I will bring her some breakfast when this ends" Pablo said feeling so shy at the moment but internally gloating with pride of course.

"Yeah you better and don't forget the flowers!" Rapha said and Pablo just nodded with red cheeks running to grab a ball and train on his own just to avoid more teasing.

you: read your note cariño. when will you be back? i miss you <3

pablitoo: just finished the training and bringing you some breakfast princesa <3

"Are we done until the evening míster??" Pablo asked Xavi

"Yes, we are but Pablo remember the rule I have day before the games?" Xavi smirked and now Pablo was very embarrassed that the man heard about it too.

"Mm yes sir" Pablo answered and Xavi tapped his shoulder.

"There is a nice Mediterranean restaurant you can take your girl today" Xavi winked and Pablo nodded his head taking the name before heading to the hotel.

He came back smirking when he saw that you were still in bed..very much naked. Sunlight was caressing your soft skin and you never looked more beautiful to Pablo.

"Here is some breakfast amor" he sat down the plate he ordered downstairs with some french toast, eggs, and lots of different kinds of fruit.

"This is so much Pablo.." you were in awe at how beautiful this looked taking a phone out and wanting to take a picture with him in it of course.

"Nothing is too much for you princesa.." he leans in and kisses your lips before you both start snacking on some fruits.

You went to walk around LA together for the rest of the day enjoying being together again. You found a secluded area on the nearby beach where you sat on the towel and cuddled up together.

"Do you know that they heard us amor??" Pablo said while you were eating some ice cream looking up at his slightly pink face.

"Who??" you said feeling your own face heat up..yeah, you were kinda loud last night but you couldn't help it form the way Pablo was making you feel.

"Um..most of them" he said and you hid your face into his neck in embarrassment.

"But it's fine. I really don't care. Now they know you're all mine" he smirked and you hit his shoulder telling him that you must be quiet form now on.

"Don't get any ideas tonight princesa..the game is tomorrow and you know Xavi's rule" he smirked and you rolled your eyes finishing the rest of your ice cream.

"We'll see who will start having those ideas first Gavira.." you passed him winking and he started chasing you on the beach and when he caught you and tossed you over his shoulder he said "thank you for coming amor! I can't want for you to see me play tomorrow"

He put you down and you snaked your arms around his neck going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you cariño..te amo" you said into his lips and he smiled.

"Yo te amo mucho princesa" he said grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Dating A Famous Singer

Requested: Can I request a preference where the Roy siblings are dating a famous singer? - anon

A/N: I hope you like it my love!!! Thank you for requesting it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor has no idea what you're going on about. He is very disconnected from any industry, but especially the music industry. The only new artist he listens to you and that's because you play live for him so that he doesn't have to figure out Spotify or Youtube or anything like that lol. Depending on the genre, he might not totally be into it, but overall he loves it because you made it. He tries to go to as many shows as possible and proudly shows off his VIP status so that he can get backstage to see you, always with a bouquet of flowers to congratulate you on another wonderful performance. When you career really takes off and you need to go on tour across the country/world, he's there right beside you, the whole time. He couldn't be prouder of everything you've accomplished.

Kendall listens to all types of music, so whatever genre you sing, he loves. You always get embarrassed realizing he's listening to you. Turn that off! You laugh, fighting with him over his phone. He sings you your own lyrics too, loving how you get all embarrassed. Really, he's so proud of your career. You've worked so hard and put in so much time and effort. He's never known anyone so hardworking. He was there when you were singing at bars and open mics, frustrated, close to giving up. Now you've got thousands of fans, him included. He helps you with new songs and talks to anyone who will listen about you. He loves going to your concerts and blushes every time you dedicate your songs to him. He doesn't care what his father says, that it's not a real job, a real career. He loves you and he loves your music. You love it and that's what matters.

Shiv she's so funny I love her loves to support you, but mostly from a distance. For a few years now, every few months, you've been on tour. That means different time zones, that means face timing and calling when you're both free, that means a lot of night spent in an empty bed. You know she's busy, that she can't just drop everything to fly across the world, and neither can you. It puts a strain on your relationship, but you try to lessen it as best you can. She listens to all your music and is the first in the room to proudly proclaim that yes, she is your girlfriend. When you two get together, you're all praise for the other. You, a rock-star, selling out millions of albums. Shiv, a political firecracker ready to take over as CEO. You're a power couple. She loves most to listen to you practice new songs and try out new lyrics, listening from outside the room, the sound of your voice taking away all her stress. She fell in love with that voice.

Roman baby boy stays as far from the spotlight as possible. Your relationship isn't really public. Not that you meet in secret, but your dates are typically quieter and far from where the paparazzi can reach you. You wish he wouldn't be so shy when it came to your relationship, but you understand why. Fans are constantly shipping you with other artists, with friends, with band mates. He'd rather not get caught in the middle of that. He listens to your music a lot when he's by himself and of course has all kinds of jokes for you. Did you know that you and Harry Styles are allegedly dating? I hope he's a better kisser than I am. You and your drummer have been hooking up this entire time, haven't you? If you're not doing them, then I will soon. You know he's only kidding, telling him to shut up. You're with him, you choose him, end of story. When you're not home with him, performing or on tour, he definitely uses your music as a comfort.

[hannahmanderr]

ALSO ❤️✨👗🌸🎉🍰👄🌙😍 pitch pearl :)

it's important for me to clarify that this is only one of an infinite number of possibilities depending on the context lol. for this one, we're going with Fenton and Phantom stemming from the same Danny but becoming their own people once separated whooo

❤️- Who asked whom out?

Phantom definitely, but bc he's a mischievous little turd, he had to do it very sneakily so that Fenton wouldn't suspect it was a date right away and freak out

✨- Who plans the date?

Also Phantom, on account of it being a surprise date lol

👗- How long do they take getting ready?

Phantom spends literal hours getting ready - not in terms of appearance, of course (he's only got the jumpsuit, and that hair is a nightmare to try and wrangle), but getting ready mentally, on the other hand... Needless to say, there are quite a few parkgoers that day wondering why on earth Phantom is flying in actual circles around the same single tree, muttering self-affirmations to himself over and over again. Poor kid must really have some self-esteem issues.

Fenton, on the other hand, when Phantom shows up to take him, looks down at his sweatpants, throws on a hoodie, and says "Ready" (mostly bc he's just been woken up from having fallen asleep in the middle of his homework; he was up late last night helping Phantom catch Johnny 13)

🌸- Who brings gifts (flowers, wine, chocolates, etc.)

Phantom considered bringing a flower, but decided against it. He would've loved to bring a gift as a romantic gesture, but hey, sometimes you've gotta start small, and that's what he's gonna do with Fenton.

🎉- What was the date?

Phantom goes to get Fenton, only to find Fenton asleep on a pile of homework. He hates to wake him up, he remembers how bad it could be, back when they were one person, but this can't wait. It has to be tonight.

Fenton is more embarrassed about having fallen asleep on the homework (and the pile of drool left on his chem worksheet) than anything. Slightly annoyed that Phantom would wake him up, but he knows that if he's doing that, then it must be important.

Phantom takes Fenton out into the night sky. "Don't you remember what tonight is?" Phantom asks, almost surprised that Fenton hasn't mentioned anything about it yet.

"Out of Touch Thursday?" Fenton jokes. He has not caught on yet. (the joke makes Phantom smile)

He doesn't respond though, not until they're out just past the edge of town and so high up it's dizzying, or maybe Fenton's only feeling that way because holy crap did Phantom get... cologne? Or something? And why does it smell so good? Has he always smelled like this?

(the answer is that Phantom knows they both love the scent of pine trees, and while Fenton has a body spray that has a similar scent, Phantom wanted to get his own, special one, so he sweet talked a potion master in the Zone to make him one)

It's when Phantom stops dead in the middle of the sky that Fenton remembers what that night is, right as the first meteor begins to fall.

"You idiot," Fenton says, although Phantom can see the smile twitching at the corners of his lips, "we could've just gone up onto the Ops Center. Why make the trek out here?"

It's important to note that this whole time, Fenton has had his arms wrapped around Phantom's neck (very tightly, because as much as he trusts Phantom won't let him fall, the ground is very far away). Phantom has kind of tucked his tail under Fenton's legs to give him a bit of a cushion to sit on - not completely, of course, but enough so that Fenton isn't just dangling from him, but it at least leaves the hand not on Fenton's back free.

Phantom takes that free hand and, almost shaking from nerves, reaches up to his shoulder, where Fenton's hands meet. He puts his hand over Fenton's and says, "It wouldn't have been the same. I wanted - I needed it to just be us. Not us and the city, just us. Away from everyone and everything else."

Fenton can't decide whether he wants to stare up at the falling stars around them, lighting up the sky in a waterfall of silvery stardust, or if he wants to stare at Phantom, whose glow lights up his whole world and, despite his cold, fills him with a warmth he can't describe.

He knows what's going on now.

So he shifts his hand so his fingers wrap into Phantom's. The swooping in his stomach might be from the height, but it might also be from the fact that Oh my God is this idiot finally making his move? (it's not like he hasn't noticed the way his heart flutters every time he sees Phantom's smile, or the way how even in the midst of all the teasing, Phantom treats him like a treasure worth more than the stars in the sky falling all around them)

"It's always us," he tells Phantom quietly. "It'll never not be just us. The city and the ghosts and whoever... it's not like they understand."

And he doesn't say more, but Phantom just somehow knows what he's getting at. Knows that Fenton is talking about the bond they share, because although they split apart months ago and they're more their own person they ever were when they were one, their souls are still eternally twined with one another in a way that no one, ghost or human, can ever fathom.

🍰- Who picks up the cheque (if there is one)? Does the other person put up a fight?

No check for a meteor shower, but had there been one, Phantom would've insisted on picking it up, and Fenton would've fought him tooth and nail to at least allow them to split it.

That being said, Phantom isn't going to let the night go by without showing Fenton something for it, especially after those words.

So he carefully untangles his hand from Fenton's and holds it in front of them, above Fenton's lap. A spark of green flame dances in his palm, and Fenton watches, entranced, as Phantom concentrates - he's been practicing for this, he knows he can do it - and, in one fell swoop, encases it in a glittery ice.

The result is something that looks very similar to the falling stars around them, and Fenton's breath catches in his throat.

Phantom doesn't notice. He's too busy letting his words flow like they've been freed from their dam. "I just get so... so scared that something's going to change... something's going to happen, and we'll drift apart..."

He looks up at the meteors. "What if... we're meant to just keep separating? That we'll end up burning out like these meteors?"

He now looks at his shooting star of ice, still resting in the palm of his hand. "I... I can't lose you," he whispers. "I can't let it burn out. I don't know what I'd do..."

Fenton watches all of this, his heart pounding. It's been so long that he's been waiting to hear these sorts of words come from Phantom's mouth, and it hurts his heart in all the right ways to see Phantom so worried for their relationship, whatever sort of relationship that may be.

👄- Who initiates the first kiss? Does it go well?

Fenton, surprisingly enough, is the one to break that barrier. Overwhelmed with affection, without thinking twice about it, he leans forward and plants the softest, most tender kiss into Phantom's cheek.

"Like we'd ever let that happen," he says, and now, fully trusting that he won't fall, he moves one of his hands from around Phantom's neck and puts it just barely underneath the hand holding the frozen star, and now both of them are holding this impossibly singular moment in time.

Phantom doesn't know what to think. On one hand, he's still terrified of something happening that would make him lose Fenton, but on the other, he's tired of being scared. Fenton's kiss burns in his cheek, and he wants more. He doesn't want to hold back anymore. He wants to believe this singular moment in time can stretch into eternity, that nothing will ever come between them.

And so he chooses to believe that.

Without another word between them, somehow just knowing that this is what Fenton wants too, he captures Fenton in a real kiss.

And another.

And another.

And ano-

Each time, Fenton responds just as eagerly because God, he's been waiting and wanting this for so long, but he's just been so nervous to make the first move and now it's really happening and now they're tangled in yet another kiss as the sky falls around them and yes, they can believe that not even the universe itself will ever bring them apart.

🌙- At the end of the night, do they stay over?

It's not like they haven't already been sharing a room, basically, but that night it's different as Fenton curls up in his bed and for the first time, Phantom curls up right next to him.

Nothing much more than that happens, of course, they're both still awkward, nervous teenage boys, but they both lay there , just enjoying this new light to each other's company. Phantom savors the feeling of Fenton's warm body pressed up against him, and Fenton wants to memorize how safe and comfortable it feels to have Phantom's tail wrapped around him.

😍- Any random headcanons you may have

Phantom might have accidentally lost track of the frozen star sometime during one of many kisses, but not Fenton. He keeps it tucked away in the back of his sock drawer, where no one but him knows. Over the years, whenever he gets into a fight with Phantom, or whenever the two of them find themselves facing yet another threat to their relationship, he pulls it out when he's alone and sits there and holds it, remembering the promise they made to each other that night.

It just about always helps.

Maybe one day, he'll finally return it to Phantom, when he's ready to be brave enough to bring their relationship to the next level and really ask him to spend the rest of his afterlife with him.

[heeheesang]

𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓸𝓭𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽

sypnosis : girl named kim yn, debuts under hybe with a ton of attention, making her stand out from the rest. she thought it was fine at first, until she was caught off guard and caught in a scandal with one of the groups in hybe labels.

warnings! cursing & innapropriate jokes (at certain chapters)

"welcome to game caterers, hybe group edition! i'm the host pd na and today we have a very wide variety of groups." the producer says as the camera turns on all of us.

from left to right, the groups were fromis_9, txt, enhypen, dazzle, newjeans, lesserafim and seventeen. my group was right smack in the middle so the attention we receieved was overwhelming. i kept making eye contact with eunchae who was making funny faces and i had called haerin to witness the event with me.

pd na has called a few of the members from each group out to tease them and keep the playful tension up before we started the actual games. we were all seated down on our chairs until pd na yelled, "all the leaders come forward in five seconds!"

i almost zoned out, all my members were rushing and pushing me forward. i was super surprised at the sudden call, that i actually ran like a cheetah. i bumped into someone half way and that someone turned out to be jungwon, of course!

"sorry sorry,"

"yoi, it's fine!" jungwon said and let me go infront of him, talking to his sunbae behind him, soobin from txt.

"excuse me, you're kim yn from dazzle right?" soobin asked and i nodded my head, bowing at him.

"nice to meet you, soobin sunbae."

"eyy, no need for all formalities! we're all friends here!"

i was next in line, i had to pick a game from the pile of folded papers.

"yn-ssi! nice to meet you,"

"nice to meet you too!" i bowed and grabbed a piece of paper.

"jumping sack..? what's that?"

"you'll know later! have this box of drinks for you and your members~ congrats on debut~" i bowed one last time and brought the drink box back to my members.

"what was that, unnie?" minju asked and i shrugged, "i picked a paper with jumping sack written on it, he wouldn't tell me what that meant."

as time went on, we all had to pick four out of the seven chosen. we all went with combined idols, jumping sack, running games and lastly random play dance. i wouldn't say it's hard but it's manageable i guess, especially on a warm, sunny day.

my members and i watched as the other groups did combined idols, laughing along with the crowd when they got it wrong. suddenly, a hand pulled me back and i turned around to see jungwon and his whole group.

"we wanna watch too," he said in a cute tone making my heart melt as he tightened his grip on my hand.

"ynnie! it's our turn!" haruka said as we all sat down in our seats and enhypen stood next to us.

i didn't expect us to do well but the papers he showed were super easy, like it's super obvious!

"hair is haerin from newjeans, eyes are ni-ki from enhypen, nose is taehyun sunbae from txt, mouth is jeonghan sunbae from seventeen!" i said quickly when it was my turn, i was the last person to say it so our group received the prize which was ice cream and popsicles.

soon the camera and producer na went to enhypen's group. i was looking everywhere in the field for my friends and people who i could give the cold treats to, bringing a few cold treats and ran across to them who didn't get the ice treats.

"eunchae!" i yelled and placed all the cold treats on their table before hugging her tightly and jumping, and gave her team a whole packet of ice treats. minju who was following me passed out our signed debut albums, we bowed and thanked them as we left.

next, i ran to haerin's group and hugged her tightly, they already had their prize which was snacks so we had an exchange. minju had a side by side comparison face with minji of newjeans and they looked almost similar.

next, we ran to txt sunbae's group and gave them a few ice treats and our debut album, "sorry for accidentally bumping into you guys earlier on in the year, please take care of us~ thank you!"

then, to seventeen sunbae where joshua started a coversation with me, "you used to like us right?"

"yes, i still do actually! i've been a carat since pretty u came out,"

"who's your bias?"

"i mean, i can't really pick one because all of you are amazing and your vocals and raps and performances... you are really my role model!" with that we gave them our debut album and left to the next group.

"omo, ynnie and minju!" chaeyoung from fromis greeted minju and i with a hug and the rest of fromis did so too.

we passed them a few ice treats and our debut album and even had a small talk, "we should exchange numbers! your group is so cute, let unnie take you out to eat!"

minju and i blushed before passing our numbers and going on to the last group, enhypen. of course i knew two of their members but still, i had to show mannerism right?

"hi, enhypen sunbae! we're here to pass you a few ice treats and our debut album! do give it a listen and please take care of us~" i said as minju and i bowed.

"yoi! thank you ynnie and minju!"

"we actually already listened to your album like at least twenty times already, thanks to riki and jungwon!"

we smiled and thanked them once more before going back to our own table. the rest were passing down snacks, drinks, iced americano and more.

"won!" i yelled and passed him the snacks, drinks and more since he was the closest to me.

"it's like he was waiting for you to call him, ynnie, he keeps looking at you, ynnie~~"

"eyy, don't lie!"

a/n : now how do i make jungwon make the first move on yn🤣 that's all for game caterers, i wanna make ynwon get together faster🤣 sorry if this is flopping badly🙏

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20 D20 Fanfics

My friend @remidyal ranked their fics once they had written 20 of them. I have just finished my 20th story so I’d figure I would do that too! Dice rules so 1 is the worst and 20 is the best

1. Drowning in the Ink

I had the thought ‘what if Rosamund and Gerard got caught when they went to find Elody’. I still think this is a good thought and want to re-explore it but my execution in this story wasn’t the best. Writing it before the finale was out meant I was working with half knowledge on a lot of characters that I think shows. Plus, I saw a lot of people on Tumblr saying the Princesses’ plan was actually good and I got annoyed at that and it definitely bled through in the story too much. I’ll probably redo and expand this one sometime in the future!

2. Old Habits

I often dislike my most recent creations. It’s got too much me on it still. I haven’t distanced myself from the art yet. So this one was me trying a few things outside of my comfort zone and I really don’t feel like any of them turned out as well as they could have. I can barely even speak of it at this point the emotions are too fresh!

3. Safety

Not much to say about this. Shortest thing I’ve ever written and I do like how it turned out but it’s definitely… short. I enjoy Gorgug and Adaine interacting, I enjoy Adaine scared, but nothing makes this little guy stand out.

4. Half Siblings are a Whole Deal

This one honestly isn’t even supposed to be good. It’s a direct retelling of canon featuring my OC, that premise isn’t going to win any Hugo awards! But it’s fun and I want to explore how Fig’s character would change if she wasn’t going through her family drama alone. If she had to be, heaven forbid, responsible. I do plan on continuing it! I’ve got some good ideas for the end that I’ve already set up.

5. Additions to the Beehive

I think this one is so low just because I didn’t really like the latest chapter I put out. Plus, I don’t really have a solid plan for this story. I have a few scenes I want to do, character beats and themes I want to flesh out, but exactly what’s going to happen is a mystery. The title’s really solid though.

6. Blight

Pains me to put this so low because Remidyal’s Poison series is so solid and Penelope Everpetal is so fun but I kinda stumbled through it. There’s a couple sections I straight up should have deleted and a couple more I should have added. I do think I got the right vibe down, though, and I really want to do more with Penelope in the future.

7. Sneaking In Sneaking Out

I’m going to be honest, I just wanted to write some scenes about sneaking into buildings. It was really fun and I felt clever writing it. I also liked making Aelwyn really really mean especially because Remidyal had posted Camp right before where she was pretty darn nice. Not much happening in this story but it was fun!

8. No Blood Relations

I dunno this one is fine. As stated before, exploring Fig having to go through her parents divorce with someone is very compelling. I also liked pitting Adaine and Fig against each other a little bit, it felt very real to how siblings of divorce act. Too real. I’m kind of blocking it out.

9. Tender Love and Care

I liked this one a lot. It’s supposed to be romance but I don’t think I really it comes through (because I’m bad with romance) but I really liked getting into a desperate Fabian’s head. I think I did well with the physical environment in this one too, something I usually struggle with. And the line at the end of Fabian’s section? Where it says ‘he prayed to the only god he ever believed in. “Kristen please.”’. I know I’m the one who wrote it but I think about it daily.

10. Ring a Bell

Right in the middle! I really like the chapters I have out for this one so far and I’m excited for the plan of where I’m taking it. Only time will tell if I can pull it off into being a good cohesive story but for now this bad boy has potential!

11. Please Wake Up, Please Don’t Sleep

My other Neverafter Fic! This one I am much more proud of. I think I really got the voices of all the characters down and managed to make an interesting little scene out of a relatively simple concept. Rosumand is just a teenager! Someone give her a hug I am begging.

12. For Want of Citizenship

I think this story is severely underrated honestly. I got Goldenhoard’s voice down pat and the pacing of the story flowed really well with nice details that I often forget to include to center the reader. Plus, it’s a ‘what if’ scenario that gnawed at me from the moment the pieces were in place and I was sad nothing ever came of it in canon. Patched a hole in my mind this story did.

13. Horrified Looks from Everyone in the Room

Ah, the story to start us off. My second highest kudos still. Which is wild. It’s a good fic for sure! I think Fabian’s and Riz’s sections both shone and it really started off my addiction of giving Adaine a Bad Time. Definitely things I would change about it if I had to do it again but overall I can see why it’s still so popular and I’m very proud of it!

14. Rule Number One

The other story to kick things off! Can’t believe the prompt ‘Riz lets Biz think they’re friends just a little longer’ started a whole expanded AU. I still think this one’s great! Sticking in Riz’s point of view so the reader couldn’t even tell Adaine was having a whole episode until she started sobbing mid sentence was wonderful. Riz’s guilt and justifications were so juicy. And! Everyone liked my weird Rule quirk I gave to Adaine which I had fun playing with. This one isn’t higher because I think some of the information about the changes in this AU could have been given out in a smoother way but overall one of my best.

15. Fabian’s Sister and Other Perks of Punching an Ambassador

Firstly, name’s bad. My worst titled fic. But it’d okay we love it anyway. I very much like what I’ve got going on with this story. Exploring Fabian and Adaine’s relationship in a unique light, fleshing out Bill and especially Hallariel, even fleshing out some of Fabian and Adaine’s insecurities! I’m nearing sort of the end of the fic (I’m at least half way through) and I’m excited where it’s going too! There are some things I wish I had spent more time on (the other bad kids, Cathilda, ect) but what I do have is solid and streamlined enough for me not to be too sad about that!

16. The Good Wizard Gorgug

My. Most. Underrated. Fic! This is such a solid story I adore it. Gorgug is my baby boy and it was so much fun exploring Adaine’s character through him. The steady climb of them becoming better and better friends, growing more confident and relaxed around each other, only for it to all come crashing down to be slowly built up once again. I love it! I love Wizard Gorgug! What a good good boy.

17. Babysitting a (High) Elf

This one was also fairly recent but I really liked how it turned out! There were things I wanted to explore with this, Gorthalax’s guilt about not being there for Fig all these years, Adaine’s complicated emotions about being abandoned, and I felt I pulled it off well. I also think I did a good job making it funny and writing high Adaine as silly while still noticeably herself. Until I sucker punched her at the end. I couldn’t resist though.

18. Mastermind Introductions

Everything I set out to do in this fic I did flawlessly. I wanted to rewrite Adaine’s introduction scene and hit a lot of the same ‘beats’ but with the special AU twist. Aelwyn and her fight in the beginning (where Adaine kind of started it and then very much failed to end it), stealing the book and then being embarrassed by Fig and Kristen’s help, stuff like that! I really felt like I pulled it off and introduced the other Bad Kids just as well as I did Adaine. If I would change anything it would just to tweak a few details to fit better in my new vision for the overall AU. But besides that it’s a flawless work!

19. The Young Oracle

Yes! I was really worried about this one because of all of the weird time jumps. But I couldn’t not have weird time jumps. It was a story about a very powerful diviner! It couldn’t have time be linear! And I think it wouldn’t have made sense if everything had been in order, funnily enough. But besides all that I really like the tone I set for the story, the details I put into the world, (how I managed it without ever watching SY), and I have been thinking about the expanded version of this AU excessively. Is it a perfect story? Nah, but I adore it perhaps the most of all my fics.

20. Property Of

In a move that caught even me by surprise, Property Of wins! It’s my first muti-chapter I’ve finished, it’s got a really solid character arc, and I feel like I let the tone slip from silly to wild and unnerving in a very smooth slide. Plus I just… had a lot of fun writing it. I couldn’t seem to put it down for a second and when I blinked I was over 10k words! It was supposed to be a one shot! How naive I was! So yeah, I’m proud of it, it was fun to write, and it’s fun to reread and think about the implications. Nat 20!

[roadtogracelandx45]

Current State of Affairs|2| Lee Dutton

Yeah, I don't have an excuse other then real life has caught up to me and my life kind of fell apart for a few weeks. Things are on the up hill now.

Two: Truth Be Told 

“Well Beth, I am saying never. He had his shot and he never took it.” Spencer returned as she picked up her robe and towel, “he respects Kayce too much.” Beth’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she dropped down on the chair that had been pulled out from the vanity. “What do you mean he had his shot?” There was silence as Spencer went into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower. 

“Just that, he had his chance and didn’t do anything.” She went to shut the door to have some sort of privacy but was stopped just as quickly by Beth, this was all news to her.

 “Whoa, whoa, you can’t just drop a bomb like that on me and then not say anything else.” 

“Remember that weekend that Kayce and I broke up?”

 “Yeah.”

 She remembered it all too well, Kayce and their father had gotten into a fight, and Kayce decided that he was done with everything. He had snuck out in the middle of the night and went to the Abbott Ranch and talked Spencer into leaving with him.  They were at the gas station when Rip and Lee found them and Spencer had her choice and she had gotten into the truck with Lee and Rip.  And three days later Kayce showed up with Monica and shattered whatever was left of their relationship.  Spencer had stormed out of the house and Lee had followed her but not after throwing a couple of punches at his brother. 

“And how he followed me to the barn?” Seeing her friends nod, Spencer carried on, “We had sex and then the next day, it was just business as normal. I don’t know what hurt worse. Kayce marrying Monica or Lee doing that. And honestly, Beth, if Lee would have said the word, I would have stayed no questions asked.”  Without waiting for a reaction from her best friend, the girl turned to shut the door to shower in semi-peace.

**

Beth waited until the shower was on fully and she could hear Spencer singing along to the Elvis song that was playing on the Bluetooth speaker before she picked up the phone to call her brother with every intention of cussing him out. If he had manned up and done something about it, then Spencer wouldn’t have had to run to the East Coast and stayed away longer than Beth herself had.

Not doing anything right or about their feelings seemed about right with her brothers. Lee threw himself into his work at the ranch. Kayce joined the military and Jamie, well he was a whole different sort that she really tried not to figure out.

She dialed her oldest brother’s phone number, her anger getting the best of her. 

It rang once, twice, and then Lee's voice filtered the room. "What Beth?" 

"You fucked  Spencer then left her?!" 

"She is here?" 

"Of course she is idiot! Her dad is getting married! She is the maid of Honor." She had seen the series of pictures from Spencer's Instagram of Spencer, Leighla, and several others going shopping in New York for the bridal fittings and knew that she was taking part in the wedding as the maid of honor, and for once she was happy that her friend was in the same time zone, it was going to make their weekly facetime calls so much easier. 

"You need to make this right Lee, her boyfriend is here and he is." The unspoken words about Spencer's relationship hung in the air. The whole Dutton family knew about the man who was with Spencer and how much her father and stepmother hated him. On more than one occasion John had encouraged Lee to go out to Yale and get Spencer. 

But for whatever reason Lee refused. Now, though, there was silent hope that he would do something about this. "You need to man up and do something before that son of a bitch kills her." The water shut off and Beth quickly disconnected the call and popped the cork on the bottle. She quickly filled two glasses and was ready to hand one over when she came into the room.

***

Lee was uncomfortable wearing the fancy clothes that his brother Jamie made him put on and even more so when he was surrounded by other people like his younger brother. 

"Stop fidgeting.' John ordered in his ear, he  had just  come back in from the barn with Spencer's father and uncle, "We don't have to stay long."

"But I hope you stay long enough to visit with me Uncle John," Spencer's voice came from the stairs behind them and Lee felt his heart leap to his throat, she was even prettier than in his memories or in the pictures that he saw on Jamie's Instagram feed.

"Spence." His father greeted her as she came down the rest of the steps and into his arms for a hug. He lifted her off the ground and pressed a kiss to a cheek.

"The North looks good on you," Jamie added as he pressed his own kiss on her other cheek.

"Sure also raging asshole  does too." She returned before letting Rip greet her. 

"Don't start with that Rip." She started as if she knew what the enforcer was going with before he even started. She wasn't in the mood to deal with it and she wasn't in the mood to deal with her boyfriend pouting that he got his ass handed to him by her family.

"Not until after the weddin'."  5 hours back in Montana and she had already slipped back into the old Spencer, she wondered if this was how Ryder felt when she went back to Charming.  

Lee could feel almost how she steeled herself as she turned to look at him. "Hey, Lee." 

"Hey, angel." He returned, his feet carrying him over to her and to do the same greeting that his father and brother did but her head turned at the last second and their lips met in a brief kiss.  

"I am sorry.' She started but he waved her complaints away before looking over her head at the man who was coming down the stairs behind her. "Release her." 

"Who the hell are you to demand anything?" Rip asked, from what he gathered from Beth and from what he heard from Spencer herself, he knew who it was and to him, the Abbotts as well as the Duttons were his family now and he would go to any lengths to protect his family.

"I am Lewis. Her boyfriend." Lee's hand tightened on Spencer's hip and he pulled her closer to him and Rip took a step forward standing in front of them. 

"Oh come on Grace," Lewis complained, he wasn't smart enough to go towards her in the middle of a group of protectors.  

Especially ones that looked ready to kill him at second notice.

"Why don't you and I go and have a talk." John demanded, "And let Spencer and the boys catch up." "Who the hell are you?" The smaller man asked, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. 

"Lewis, this is John, he's my father's best friend and my godfather," Spencer answered, all too familiar Spencer Abbott's smirk was starting to form. 

"This is Rip Wheeler." She went on, still firmly being held by Lee and Jamie who shifted ready to defend them if need be, "He works for Uncle John and is basically the right hand for him and Lee."

 Lee's fingers dug into the shiny black material of her dress, in an effort not to fully lose his temper. "This is Jamie, he is the reason why I went to Yale and became a lawyer." Her hand that wasn't holding onto Lee's wrist squeezed Jamie's free one.

"And this is Lee.' 

There was a realization of who Lee was dawning on Lewis' face and that barely held-on temper snapped he took massive steps forward only to be pushed back by Rip who was furious. As far he was concerned, Spencer was family and he was going to do anything and everything he could to protect her.

 "Do not touch her!" He spat as Lee slowly moved away from the group, he wanted to defend her and handle Lewis but his first and only concern was Spencer and her safety. "Lee, take her into the dining room." Frank commented, "Leighla and the girls are waiting for her."

 "Yes sir." Lee returned as he turned them around and steered her towards the rapidly filling dining room, casting angry looks at anyone who dared to get too close to them 

"How bad is it Spence?" He asked as he pulled her chair out for her, he was already sitting at the table but he was going to take Lewis' seat to sit next to her. And the man could deal with it if he even came in from the barn. 

 "Bad. Rhett almost gutted him like a fish." She answered. The older Dutton son undid the button on his jacket and sat down next to her, his arm settling on the back of her chair. "He came out to the ranch in Wyoming to get me after my visit and lost his shit on me.”  She shifted so she was sitting closer to him, ‘Rhett and Perry talked me into doing a barrel race. And I went down hard. Bruised my hip and thigh.” Lee met his sister’s eyes and saw the furious way that the muscle in her jaw was working, of course, Beth knew more than what she was letting on. 

She normally did and now like always it was going to be up to him to get to the bottom of it and save Spencer. Like he should have years ago. 

[timelxrd-victorious]

Okay, finally caught up on all of Fifteen's run so far.

Thoughts:

"73 Yards" was terrifying and I loved every second of it. Love that we're including more Welsh mythology in a way that isn't played for laughs/looking down on Welsh culture (and I'm not even Welsh).

"The Devil's Chord" and "Rogue" are tied for my favorites so far of this season/series.

Maestro: "I am music!" my brain: *immediately plays "Ich bin Musik" from Mozart! das Musical

All the Bridgerton references in "Rogue" took me tf out, because that show and the novel series it's based on are very much Not For Kids

Fifteen getting faux(?)-proposed to by a handsome af bounty hunter in 1813 England and for a good few seconds isn't sure if he's actually being proposed to or not in order to sell the bit

I'm here for Fifteen being canonically gay and pissing off the homophobes

Thoughts on "Boom":

the one bit I liked about it was Fifteen's whole rant against organized religion, "thoughts and prayers" doing fuck-all of importance, and... that was it.

I was rolling my eyes so very hard at all the classic Moffat things (derogatory) that showed up and how he only references his own episodes

fish fingers and custard mention? Check

Moffat writing the companion out of the story? Check

The Doctor suddenly being an asshole to his companion for no reason? Check

only referencing Moffat’s past episodes? Check

database of the dead? Check

order of religious marines? Check

the Doctor’s death being a Big Deal due to them being a complex space-time event? Check

making lesbians the punchline of a joke? Check (never mind the fact Ruby's orientation hasn't been stated one way or the other and Munday is canonically interested in a male soldier, but Fifteen immediately jokes they should get married solely on the basis of their last names)

a young kid looking for their mummy/daddy in the middle of a war zone? Check

[dismightyman]

I finally have the time so imma drop some Vice stats cause she deserves it (this is gonna be long I’m sorry)

She’s 5’9 and honestly a little bitter about it cause her whole family was like 6’4 and above

Not many scars as most of the time she’s behind the wheel or in the air

Which doesn’t mean she can’t absolutely destroy someone when she wants too, she just doesn’t get the opportunity as often as the other Taskforce members

She prefers to be on the ground in a vehicle to flying. She’s an okay pilot but is truly a wizard behind the wheel.

She has a very dry sense of humor, so occasionally in the middle of an op you might hear her make a comment about the weather or talk about what’s happening like it’s rush hour in a busy city and not an active war zone.

She is very ride or die, the minute she feels like she’s found her forever home in the taskforce she is down to fuck shit up for any member of her team, zero hesitation.

Her love language is definitely giving gifts lol as soon as she feels like she’s been accepted into the taskforce she’s constantly giving people things, nothing crazy. But she’ll start carrying specific bands of cigarettes for the smokers, she’ll grab food from the mess and bring it to people just so they don’t have to walk all the way there. She’ll have Hair ties for the people with longer hair just in case they need it. It’s her version of showing she cares, that she’s thinking of them.

Her grandfather was a bit of a figiter so he taught her how to use scrap and bend metal and make little things to pass the time, eventually she got really good at making origami with really thin sheets of scrap. After a bad mission those will end up in the hands of her team too, tho not as open as the cigarettes. It’s too close to home for her to acknowledge our load but the team knows it’s her.

And now the origins lol

Growing up her dad was a criminal who helped move “product” for whoever had the cash for it and her mom was not in the picture.

So she lived with her grandfather most of the time. He was an old Vietnam veteran pilot (which is where the teeth came from lol) and taught her everything she knows about machines, inside and out. He was all she had most of the time and loved him to pieces. Her sense of humor, her wit, almost everything she was, was based around him. She did everything he did, fixed cars, flew the frankly death trap of a helo that he managed to get a hold of and fix up. Even did a little boonies racing with the boys when she was old enough.

Occasionally her dad would make appearances, a few weeks at a time and before she knew any better he had passed on some of his “magic” as he called it. Slight of hand, how to make something “Disappear”, how to add some special pockets to things. She started carrying her dads brand of cigarettes in her pockets-

(Lucky strikes. He always thought that was funny. “A little extra luck never hurt anybody” he’d say with a grin.)

-Hoping every time she could maybe get him to stick around a little longer if she was useful. When that didn’t work she’d pack around more things. His favorite whisky, gum, you name it. He’d just pat her on the head and keep moving to greener pastures.

It wasn’t until after he got caught up in the scene and was killed that she saw that “magic” for what is was. He was trying to teach her to be just like him, to take up the “family” business. It disgusted her but she realized this skill was all she really had left of her dad and she could never break the habit. Always kept a pack of Luckies on her, just in case.

Just before she graduated high school her grandfather passed away, it was his time but still it was devastating. He was her everything and now she had no one. So in an effort to keep his memory close and find some semblance of community she joined the army.

She kinda floated for a while, making some friends here and there but not really finding the family she craved. For the most part she kept her skills to her self. The driving and her “magic”. Didn’t want to stand out, to make herself different from the people she’d gotten used to. Sometime in the middle of all that her squad mates noticed her penchant for making things disappear and reappear. It was almost muscle memory for her at that point, she didn’t even realize she was doing it.

One night, they were out on patrol when one of her squad was mentioning wanting a drink and out of nowhere Vice produced a little shooter. Everyone was flabbergasted, eventually someone made a joke about what else she had and suddenly a pack of cigarettes, a can of chew, and two more shooters appeared. After that they’d just ask her what’s on the menu when they wanted something.

Thus Vice was born.

(that’s kinda all I’ve come up with lol I’m not sure how she joins the taskforce so I’ll have to think on that but here’s a deep dive on my girl)

[blair-the-juggalho]

Yk how you like love me dearly because I'm legit ur best beloved in the whole world ever and I'm so nice to you all the time and you already know what I'm asking bc I just talked ab it with you but pls can I have a Marlon X only nice to him reader bc who doesn't love a man with a mullet x

Yes yes yes my dear lovely 😌💖 and well that would be me but as long as your not stealing my dude I’ll support it! Xx sorry if this is bad my lovely I tried 🤬🤬🔪🔪

It starts out mid but gets better my lovely I promise 😘

Special treatment

Tw: swearing, threats, that’s all I can think of but if I miss summat let me know! Xx

Readers traits: British, rude to everyone other than Marlon, frequently vulgar language

I wake up to the feeling of someone pushing me. It’s way too early in the fucking morning for this bull shit.

“Ugh…fuck off…” I said groggily, wiping any sleep off my eyes.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that!” Marlon complained

I reluctantly sit up, using my arms to prop me up. I give Marlon my R.B.F

“Your fault. I don’t appreciate being prodded awake.” I responded

Marlon laughed and kissed my cheek. Hm…ok maybe he’s forgiven.

“Come one, love, we gotta get up for breakfast.” Marlon instructed

“Sir, yes sir.” I joked

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We made our way down the decaying building to get to the courtyard. Me and Marlon got our breakfast from Omar and sat on a bench across from Violet and Louis.

“Well good morning, lovebirds! How are you on this fine morning?” Louis teased.

“Get off it you twat. It’s too early in the day for your dumb shit.” I responded.

Marlon gave me a look telling me to chill out. Oh well, I smirk at him.

“You wound me, (name).” Louis whined.

I snickered and continued to down my breakfast.

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After a very yummy breakfast, I said goodbye to Marlon so I could do my daily chore. Hunting duty today with Mitch and Brody…how fun.

All three of us trailed around the safe-zone, trying to look for rabbits and anything else that would make a satisfactory dinner. We all end up splitting up, to cover as much ground as possible.

I already bagged a rabbit and was feeling proud so I decided to wander about.

I spot Mitch in the distance, I watch as he tries to aim the bow and arrow properly. I quietly laugh and sneak up behind him.

Mitch aims for the shot…

“Ah shit!” Mitch shouted, angrily.

He totally missed and the rabbit ran off.

I burst out into laughter and Mitch turns to me. You can see the rage in his eyes.

“Great shot, bellend.” I teased.

Mitch looked like he was about to punch me but we both know if he does 1. He will get his ass whooped and 2. Marlon will have a go at him.

“Shut up! The…the bow was slippery! I’m a good shot.” Mitch argued.

“Yeah you can totally tell.” I retorted, sarcastically.

“How about I prove it and shoot you in the head?!” Mitch threatened

“Yeah right you’d miss again! Besides, you wouldn’t dare, pussy.” I give him a wicked and smug smile.

Mitch was getting angrier by the minute, he looked like he was about to burst.

Brody ,who was a few feet away, then rushed over to break it up.

“(Name), be nice!” Brody stressed.

I roll my eyes and we all head back.

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I dropped the rabbit I caught off to Omar and walked through the courtyard.

I see Mitch giving me a death stare so I show him my middle finger. He’s such a bitch.

I make my way up the stairs and to Marlons office. I can heard Brody in there. Well…shit.

I open the door and step in. Brody seemed tense at my arrival and Marlon gave me the look.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it…” Brody said before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

“So what happened?” Marlon asked.

I move closer too him and sit on the desk next to him, I rest my head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around me.

“It’s not my fault everyone here ,except you, are wankers.” I argue.

Marlon laughs.

“Do you have to be so vocal about it though?” Marlon asks with a smile on his face.

“Yes.” I respond.

Marlon bursts out laughing which caused me to chuckle along with him.

He gently kisses my forehead,

“Ok, ok just remember that when your a dick to people, I get shit for it.” Marlon stated.

“But isn’t it worth it?” I teased.

“Yeah… I guess it is.” Marlon answered.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e12 like a virgin (w. adam glass)

i can never watch a stormy scary nighttime flight scene without thinking of the thing on plane wing in the twilight zone movie from 1983. that movie must have been in heavy rotation on tv at some point in my childhood (clip on youtube if you're curious)

(this is why it takes me 2 hours to watch an episode)

CASTIEL Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it. Like it had been skinned alive, Dean. If you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it outright.

great, great.

oh, dean. not gonna tell him about being soulless. why do you do this! writers, why must you do this kind of thing over and over and over 😩 please do not drag this out for ages, i'm begging you

BOBBY He's gonna find out, you know. One way or another, someone'll tell him, or he'll figure it out on his own. He's not dumb. He should it hear it from us.

DEAN Can we just leave it alone for the moment, please?

better be a short fucking moment, my guy.

the filming on this car conversation is SO DIFFERENT whoa. it's like they changed how it was filmed, different angles, you can actually see real stuff outside the window, exterior light showing inside the car. what's going on! it's nice, but whoa

DEAN I was with them for a year—Lisa and Ben.

SAM A year?

SAM So then what?

DEAN Didn't work out.

DEAN turns up the music.

MUSIC It was a new day yesterday but it's an old day now

(a new day yesterday, good choice)

every time dean lies to sam "for his own good" i just want to smack him.

PENNY'S SISTER They were just starting to get serious. She didn't want to seem, you know…Not interested. I just wish I'd told her to stay home. We don't even have a body to bury.

not sure what that look was about (wishing sam stayed home [???]->my brain could suggest leaving him at stanford but i mean no escape from their fate). dean giving sam all sorts of meaningful looks in this interview with the sister

man i hate when they have wacky hijinks in the middle of the serious episode. like when becky showed up previously. yucking it up about virgins

the show is so not subtle sometimes, sam's really gonna flex his empathy this episode

(desktop background update, no change) pins in the motel wood paneling? bold.

BOBBY Yeah, yeah. Hey, how's Memento doing over there? He caught you in any lies yet?

DEAN Everything's fine. Sam says hey.

😒

SAM Hey, did we hunt a skinwalker lately?

DEAN Doesn't ring a bell. Why?

SAM I don't know. Just...déjà vu or something. Are you sure? I could have sworn—

DEAN You got to remember, your eggs are still a little scrambled, right? But, yeah, I'm sure.

that deserves several smacks. damnit dean.

the coloring is very unfortunately orange again in a lot of these scenes :( and i don't even know what to say about bobby's ex. weird styling choices. not great lines. mmrgh

preemptively cringing at this sword in the stone bit. god it went on for SO LONG.

SAM Um...Look, I-I would hug you, but—

CASTIEL —that would be awkward.

was that really necessary?

welp, no surprise cas spills the beans. thank goodness. but also DAMNIT DEAN.

huh, so i really expected sam to get mad at dean for lying to him but i guess he's too swamped by guilt over what he feels like he did.

thought this was nell from hill house for a second. so i guess this must be eve. don't know much about her from fic lol

DEAN Cas. Friggin' child.

--

DEAN Sam, Death didn't just shove your soul back in, okay? He put up the great wall of Sam between you and the things that you don't remember. And trust me when I say that the things you don't know could kill you. That's not a joke.

SAM All right. But I have to set things right. Or what I can, anyway.

DEAN It wasn't you.

SAM You know, I kind of feel like I got slipped the worst mickey of all time...and I woke up to find out that I had burnt the whole city down. And you can say it wasn't me, but...I'm the one with the zippo in my pocket, you know? So I'm not sure it's that cut and dry. And, look, I a-appreciate you trying to protect me. I really do. But I got to fix... What I got to fix. So I need to know what I did.

DEAN But you don't know how dangerous that could be.

SAM What would you do? Right. Same thing.

DEAN Sam...

[nightcitytruecrime]

Episode Transcript: March 17th, 2061, Sundance Bar

It’s August 16th, 2060, in Night City, California, and it’s Jane Doe’s thirtieth birthday. Thirty is a big milestone. Especially around these parts. Not everyone makes it that far. Most of us would be content to celebrate at home, surrounded by friends and family and maybe a cake picked up from the local Oasis-mart. The more adventurous among us might go for a night on the town. If you have money, you might visit a rooftop bar in Pacifica — I’ve heard Villa Nouva is particularly nice! It’s on a high rise tall enough to get you out of a lot of the smog — if not, maybe just a local joint, or a club. Few would willingly venture into the festering bowles of the combat zone, at least not anyone sane. You’d have to be a special type of adrenaline junkie to plunge straight first into the prowling grounds of Night City’s nastiest gangs and cartels. 

But Jane Doe wasn’t. Not by a long shot. Jane Doe was a Beavervillian. She grew up in the suburbs with a white picket fence, went to NCU to study engineering, got a stable job at Rocklin Augmentics, moved up the corporate ladder until she was solidly middle management. She had probably been in the combat zone maybe five times in her whole life, if even. So it begs the question: why on earth would Jane Doe — country-club corpo kid Jane Doe — of all people, choose to spend the night of her thirtieth not at her executive zone con-apt, not a fancy Marina boardwalk strip, not even at Pacifica Playground, but in the middle of the god-damned combat zone? 

[intro song]

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Garden Patch Kids, I know you hate it when I do this, but I have to start the episode with a quick disclaimer. This case is high profile. I’m talking high high profile. And after the legal fiasco with the California Kitchen Killings last year, I’m really not looking to get sued. So, just keep in mind, all of this is alleged. I’ve also given all identifiable people and places pseudonyms, so please respect the victim’s privacy. Anyways, do as the show says, and take all of this with a grain of salt. Let’s get into it. 

If you ever find yourself in Little China, there are a few places you can go where you’re less likely to be caught in a gang war — that’s not to say you won’t be caught in a gang war, it’s Night City, but the chance is less. The Sundance Bar, as I’m going to call it, is among them. 

Sundance Bar is the go-to spot for all you corpo-rats looking to chase serious thrills without getting into serious danger. This place is the ultimate vice-den, let me tell you. It’d make even your hot alt input clutch their pearls. But this place is popular. Line out the door and around the block popular. You better be rich, famous, or smoking hot if you want to get in on a Friday night. Good thing Jane Doe’s birthday was on a Monday, so they would actually admit her. Or maybe not so good. Not so good, indeed. I want to be clear when I say this, because we’re not here to slander victims, so you all should know that Jane Doe was not a junkie. Sure, sometimes she’d microdose speed at work — but let’s be honest, who high up on the corporate ladder hasn’t — and sure, she liked to get loose sometimes, but she wasn’t a junkie. She was just your standard, fun-loving, thrill-seeking choom. Jane Doe’s friends, though? They would have called her a junkie. They were prudes. Real stick in the mud, what crawled up your ass and died, types. Someone could be drinking smash and they’d turn up their nose and scoff like bougie aristocrats. So going to Sundance with her friends was kind of a no-go. And Jane Doe wasn’t social enough to find a new crew to join her bar-hopping for a night. Especially not since she broke up with her mainline of 5 years. Our girl was going through it. 

But of course, she really wanted to go to this bar. Dead set on it, heh. We’re not entirely sure why? Some of her friends on the patch claim she wanted to meet a celebrity who frequented the place. Personally, I think she just wanted to go and get wasted in her best dress surrounded by hot people and blasting music. Whatever her motivation was, though, Jane Doe went to the bar alone. She told a few of her friends she’d be going — she wasn’t an idiot. She took the N-cart in with her nice heels and some hangover-cure in her bag. She was last seen by the CCTV walking down East Water Street in a sparkly black cocktail number at 9:13 PM. She would not come out of the bar again. A lot of people really want to know just what happened to Jane Doe inside Sundance. After all, that’s kind of the juicy part of the story, right? But in all my research, and trust me, I did a lot, I could not find a single person who had any clue what went down that night besides the usual bar affairs. In fact, I went to the place myself, scoped it out, and I was pretty unsuccessful in finding anything too strange. I did see that the mirrors in the bathroom were all two sided, but that’s not super unusual in these types of places. Anyways, point is, we have no clue what happened in that bar. 

What we do know, however, is that Jane Doe went radio silent following her 30th. Garden Patch Kids, you know when you have someone you talk to daily, and suddenly, you’re not hearing from them for a little bit? Some of you might freak out after the first day, but I’d say most of us don’t start to worry until we see that they’ve been inactive for a week or so. Stuff comes up in people’s lives, sometimes you’re just not on the phone. But the thing about Jane Doe was that she didn’t really have people she spoke with on a daily basis. Her job was cushy enough that she could live alone in her executive zone con-apt, she had just broken up with her mainline, they weren’t exactly on speaking terms, she called her family maybe once a month. It took two weeks for anyone to file a missing person’s case. How come? Jane Doe was using the PTO she’d saved up to take some time off around her birthday. It wasn’t until a few days after her vacation expired that her job got antsy enough to send their lackeys to her door and drag her into work. Only, when they got to her house, she wasn’t in it. And it’s not like it looked like she had freshened it up in preparation for some long trip. Her car was still in the driveway, she had leftovers in the almost fully-stocked fridge, her laundry hamper was packed with clothes, she still had suitcases in her closet. Rocklin reached out to her family, called every line they could, sent emails. Nothing. Nada. Poof! She disappeared. 

Her parents find out about the whole missing thing, and they obviously freak the fuck out. They file a missing persons report and they’re all up in the lawmen’s faces asking every question under the sun about how the investigation is going. At first it seems like they’re making really good progress. They find a string of text messages between Jane Doe and her mainland about a week before her disappearance. Jane wants to come over and get her designer handbags back. It’s hers, and it’s expensive, and she wants it. When her mainline tells her no, quite firmly, she calls them a bitch. It’s an ugly conversation. The cops speculate that maybe, drunk and under the influence of whatever cocktail of substances she consumed that night, she went over to her ex’s, got into a tussle, and left with a body bag in place of her Prada. 

But the issue is that Jane Doe didn’t show up on the CCTV footage leaving the place. For all they know, she’s still inside Sundance. But the lawmen, for whatever reason, they’re hung up on this whole mainline thing. They keep hounding this angle, but it becomes increasingly clear that they’re making no progress. And eventually, after a few months of this, the cops just give up. “You’re daughter’s probably dead. Deal with it.” Not their exact words, but that’s definitely what it must have sounded like to her parents. 

So her parents go to Garden-Patch and start a little awareness campaign, hoping to raise some funds to hire a private detective. They get about a couple hundred eddies into their campaign when they shut it down. That garden patch just gets deleted, out of nowhere. And suddenly, they stop posting anything about their daughter. They’re still active on their accounts, it’s not like they disappeared or anything, but it’s a strange shift. Call me a conspiracist, but I’m finding it incredibly suspicious. Especially with the fancy body-mods they started getting not even a full year later. 

Unfortunately, that’s kind of where our story ends. With minisodes like this, things can be a bit abrupt. We really don’t know what happened to Jane Doe; there are a bunch of conspiracies, of course, but I’m not here to get into those. But oh! This Sundance place. It has a bit of a reputation. Jane Doe wasn’t the only corpo-kid to get whisked away after going there, at least allegedly. The other cases are much murkier, Jane Doe’s was the only one with anything legal filed under its name, but I want to say that there are about five other missing persons cases connected to this joint? So yeah, maybe the combat zone isn’t the best place for a night on the town. Not that any of you needed a reminder of that. But yeah, salt fiends, that’s it for the day. Thanks for tuning in. I’ll catch you Sunday for the full episode. By popular demand, we’re going to be covering the most infamous bozo incidents in honor of reaching 10k followers, so make sure to tune into that! As always, stay safe out there. I’ll see you in the next one. 

[alanshemper]

24 November 2023

Ah, our friend Rami Shmuel has popped up again to do some serious PR for Bibi.

I think we should not be dealing with politics now, I think there was a big underlying error in analyzing the information about the attack from Hamas on October 7th by the Israeli government and Israeli Defense Force, but I think right now Israel is in the middle of war and this is not the time to deal with politics.

Full transcript below the cut.

Rami Shmuel, an organizer of the Nova Music Festival that was attacked by Hamas terrorists on October 7th, speaks with PULS 24 Anchor Thomas Mohr about what he has witnessed on this very day and why he believes, that there will be times when "we're going to dance again".

Thomas Mohr: Starting today, up to 50 hostages out of 240 in custody are being released. Do you have information about who the people are, that finally can be handed over to their loved ones? Forty hostages have been taken alone from the music festival area.

Rami Shmuel: I know who’s going to be released today are only little babies, children and a couple of women. Maybe also some Thai workers, that were working on the fields. This is all I know about the civilians and the hostages that are going to be released in the next hours. [How does he know this?]

The festival area is, of course, the largest crime scene in Israel's history. Bodies of more than 360 young people, guests, personnel - all gathered for a peaceful and joyful day - were found dead. Many got raped, shot, slaughtered on their escape, running for their lives, and some could hide for hours and uncertain if they ever would survive that horror. You have been on the premises until minutes before the attack and then returned afterward. What did you witness when you arrived again at the festival area?

When I arrived back to the festival area, I saw an unforgivable sin. Human bodies all over the place, on the ground, on the field. Naked women, butchered, slaughtered, executed. Young people, that had their head cut off. Burned up, like a torch – like garbage. Women that have been abused by monsters. I saw burned up cars with people inside. Safe zones, that turned out to be a death zone. After these monsters showed up, everybody that tried to escape from this safe zone got shot immediately.

They came with one purpose and one purpose only: to butcher and to kill. To kidnap, to rape, to humiliate young people whose only crime was, that they wanted to dance and to be happy for a couple of hours. What my eyes saw, the whole world should know. The whole world should be shocked by this act of terror by the Hamas organization. There were hundreds of bodies, you know we searched the ground for around thirteen days after the first attack on October 7th until we manage to bring back as many as we found - of our friends, colleagues and the audience.

Mr Shmuel, did you or do you personally know victims of that horrific attack?

There were friends of mine, festival security guards that have been working with us for years, DJs and audience members from all over Israel.

You know, this act of terror caught us off guard. Nobody could expect that there are monsters living among us that would kidnap little babies, the elderly, women... To negotiate a release of these monsters that took lives is unbelievable. The world should stand united with Israel against those monsters because this is not only our fight. The world should know that. And the world should realize that these monsters should not exist anymore. Because on October 7th, Israel took the attack. But let's go back in history. What happened in the other parts of the world? The United States took a horrible attack by a terrorist organization on September 11th with the twin towers. History teaches us, this kind of organization, this terror of radical Islam, should not have a place between us, and we should hunt them down.

After October 7th, Israel is conducting a large scale offensive to destroy Hamas. And since then, Israel is criticized for the deaths of many thousands of civilians in the Gaza Strip. Is this criticism in your eyes valid? Given the huge number of civilian Palestinian casualties there?

No, I tell you one thing: I don’t think there is any army more humane than the Israeli Defense Force. Hamas is targeting its own people by taking them and making them a human shield. Even if though we are at war, still, the Israeli government is sending them supplies and making a humane effort to help them. And making the humanitarian effort to help the civilians, warning them to clear an area that is going to be attacked. And what Hamas is doing is standing between the civilians that want to escape from the area that Israel is attacking now. When civilians tried to escape from the North to the South, as the Israeli government asked the civilians of Gaza to do, the Hamas organization hunted them down and painted them as victims of the Israeli Defense Force.

Mr. Shmuel, what is the political situation in Israel right now? Benjamin Netanyahu has been under political pressure before. Right now, he is prime minister of a joint war cabinet including the opposition. Is the pressure on Netanyahu growing, what is your assessment?

The civilians will not forget October 7th. And we will come demanding answers from everybody, including our Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. I think we should now let go of politics and give them courage and support to win this war, to provide the citizens with what we need and what we want.

I think we should not be dealing with politics now, I think there was a big underlying error in analyzing the information about the attack from Hamas on October 7th by the Israeli government and Israeli Defense Force, but I think right now Israel is in the middle of war and this is not the time to deal with politics.

Will there ever be a new, a joyful, a fantastic music festival like it was before October 7th?

I want to believe that what Hamas did on October 7th is only making us stronger, only unites us, and only motivates us to do bigger festivals, bigger shows – we’re going to dance again, nobody can stop that, not even Hamas. And I think the main cause is to bring back all the hostages, all the civilians, all the soldiers that Hamas kidnapped from Israel. And I think after that and after the return of our kidnapped, Hamas will realize that they deal with the wrong people.

Zusammenfassung [Summary]

Rami Shmuel, an organizer of the Nova Music Festival that was targeted by Hamas terrorists on October 7th, speaks with PULS 24 Anchor Thomas Mohr about the tragic attack and the release of hostages.

Quelle: Redaktion / poz