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boytearscore · 3 months ago

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why can’t i hate you?— matt sturniolo & chris sturniolo.

summary: being best friends with chris and nick meant the world to you, it also meant you had to deal with their brother’s hate, rudeness, eye rolls, mean comments and coldness all the time. but that didn’t bother you, in fact, it was actually always a pleasure to annoy the shit out of him constantly.

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, love triangle (not threesome), toxic behavior, angst, comedy, possible smut and of course, strong female lead.

author’s notes: it’s a love triangle? yes, but it also has enemies to lovers and lots of nick being a sassy king, so give it a chance, yeah? anyway, for now, just releasing the first chapter and if you guys enjoy it, i’ll keep writing. that’s it, girls! have fun. :)

tag list: @sleepysturniolo (the first person to join my tag list, i’ll always be grateful to you. <3)

chapter one.

the fact that you didn’t get along with matthew was not just a rumor around his fans, it was indeed the truth. you both never talked, not even on videos you’ve participated in with him and his brothers, which are the closest people to you ever since you moved to LA, so avoiding him was impossible as all you did besides working was hangout with them.

that night, chris and nick invited you for a sleepover, since you were away for two weeks and both of them missed you a lot. it started smoothly, you guys had snacks, junk food and soda. all three just chatting and laughing, matt didn’t leave his room the whole time, which you weren’t complaining, but right after you laugh out loud about something stupid nick said, matt comes out of his room and sees you there, laying on the couch, he groans and goes back to his room, slamming the door.

“there he goes.” you roll your eyes shoving another chip in your mouth and sighing. “seriously, what’s his problem?” you ask chris and nick with a serious look, nick just gives you a small shrug as he takes a sip of his soda.

“going through puberty again at the age of 21? i dont know, dude.”

“whatever.” you murmur, not wanting to talk much about that asshole. he was so hard to read and hated you since day one with no plausible reason. so you started hating him back, simple as that, just mirroring the hatred he gave to you.

chris just shrugs as well and place a leg over yours, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. “ignore him, he’s always like that.”

“getting touchy, are we?” you joke, laying your head on chris’s shoulders and trying to change the subject as soon as possible. he just chuckled, blushing a tiny bit. the poor boy quickly tries to hide it by covering his face with his hands and laughing.

nick rolled his eyes at his brother’s blushed face, he was used to see you both being physically close but he couldn’t keep his comments for himself. he’s always saying you’re clingy with people you loved and that chris was even worse than you.

“get a room, you two.“ he grabs his phone and starts playing a game. “and chris, you should stop. it’s getting embarrassing for you, just tell her you crush hard.”

“oh…” you smirk at the boy hugging you and poke him on the nose. “is that so?”

chris’s cheeks were now tinted with rosy pink, he was even more embarrassed because he’d rather die than face his own feelings for you. nick just started laughing loudly, still focused on his phone.

“can you guys keep it down?” you hear a yell from matthew’s room, making you stare at chris and nick, they both had the same expression as you and after two seconds trying to hold a laugh, all three of you just lost it.

“he’s going through puberty and acting like a 60 years old at the same time, like dude, just pick a struggle.” nick whispers, you guys laugh even harder and the door suddenly cracks open, matthew was poking his head out of his doorway looking at you, he seemed pretty pissed off but instead of making you feel uncomfortable, you actually had the urge to bother him more.

“hey, guys! c’mon, have some compassion, little matthew here is not used to human interactions, this is probably scary for him.” you can’t help but tease, it’s been always like this. you couldn’t hold your tongue when it comes to annoying matt, knowing damn well he hates your guts.

nick started to howl with laughter, his whole body reacted which makes him fall off the couch, he was always so dramatic. you and chris widen your eyes, but not for the same reason. what made yours almost pop out of your face was the loud noise of a door closing and heavy steps getting closer. matthew just stomped out of his room, right up to you, his eyes darkened with rage, his face all flushed from anger, and it didn’t help he decided to stand incredibly close, towering you.

okay, that was unusual. he never really engaged your mocking tone besides some comebacks which usually lead to more teasing until eventually he just starts ignoring you. but now he’s standing right there, as a matter of fact, almost inches away, this is probably your first time staring at him up close, even being able to smell his perfume.

something inside you wants to run away, you don’t know what to do with your heartbeats racing, but of course, you could never let him notice. so you stare right back at him, crossing your arms. “that’s the closest you’ve been to a girl, isn’t it?” nick place a hand over his mouth trying to hide a really loud laugh from your comment, still on the floor for some reason.

matthew’s face somehow got even redder from your comeback and chris now sits up straight, watching carefully the two of you.

“yeah, no girls would ever come near me, right?” he said it in a sarcastic tone as he leans a bit more into your face, trying to intimidate you, but it wasn’t working at all. you weren’t the type to feel threatened by men, by anyone, actually.

“unless they need a loser to friendzone.” well, that was a little mean, even for you. but to be fair, you didn’t know how to handle the new emotion of being face to face with him. it wasn’t exactly scary, but definitely a new kind of interaction, so the thoughts were sort of going all places, despite that, you stayed collected and not raised your voice once, matthew on the other hand, wasn’t even trying to hide anything, you could see a small twitch in his face and his lips trembling. he was definitely acting by impulse, which you weren’t sure of but his next move just confirmed that.

he leaned in even closer, still towering over your seated figure making you smile ironically. not so hard to read from up close, huh?

“what did you say to me?”

nick was still laughing, not being able to even breathe properly while chris just watches you and matt, getting a bit nervous. he ponders if he should interfere, things never got this far before.

“i’m not repeating myself.” because your faces were so close, you could see every little reaction, the way his blue eyes were telling you so many things at the same time, every sparkle of anger shooting fire at you, even his body language slowly changing. that made you smile even more, noticing a little part of you enjoying it way too much.

you words affected him again, it looks like he was determined to shut your mouth by invading your personal space, so he once again, leaned even closer nearly brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

“i’ve had enough of your sassy ass comments.” his warm breath hits your face, making you shiver. your arms still crossed across your chest and unbothered expression painting your face.

“then why don’t you back off and go to your room? it’s what you usually do, isn't it? run away when you don’t know what to say.”

he clenched his jaw tightly, as his hands ball up into tight fists, you could see veins starting to pop up, as he was getting more pissed. but he doesn’t back off, in fact, he starts to lean in a bit closer, the space between you two starting to shrink little by little every second.

“oh please, i’d much rather talk to you.”

nick immediately stops laughing as he gets up from the floor, almost as if he wanted to say something. chris raises an eyebrow, he was about to put a stop on that situation.

“trust me.” you smirk, he was challenging you, it was also pretty fun to see matt get so worked up over a few tease words, yet for a second, you thought about letting it go, take a step back and not make the atmosphere awkward for nick and chris. but the tension was… stirring. the idea of getting this type of reaction from him without doing much was actually weirdly good. so you allow your demons to control your actions, loosening one of your crossed arms and bringing a hand to his chin, gently turning his head slightly to the side, just enough to reach your lips to his ear.

“i know you love talking to me.” from the moment you spoke into his ear, a shiver ran down his spine making him subconsciously close his eyes, letting out a small exhale from the feeling of your breath on his ear.

nick’s eyes are wide, he can’t believe this was actually happening in front of him. chris just bite his lips trying hard to control himself. the room is quiet, matthew swallows hard, as he slowly open his eyes, looking down at you. he wanted to say something, he really did, but words failed him. his face was now really hot both from anger and fluster, the warmth of your hand holding his chin, your voice, your breath on his skin, the words you whispered into his ear, which had echoed through his mind. it was all he could focus on, nothing else mattered right now and to make things worse, this was entirely his doing, so he couldn't blame you or anyone else.

chris notices the look on his brother's face and he had to admit, it was a bit unsettling to see matthew so flustered over you.

nick was smirking, though. he knew about the tension between you two a long time ago and although it was expected that matthew would react one day, never in a million years he thought that it’d actually go like this.

everyone is still in complete silence, the only thing you could hear was the sound of matt’s shaky breath. he slowly looked over the couch, noticing that chris and nick were both watching everything, then he looked back down at you, having a sudden epiphany. he never really saw your face from that distance, deep down he thought you were pretty, but this was his first time actually being able to see the colour of your eyes properly, your nose and of course... he drift his eyes down to your lips, they were seductive and very… tempting?

a very dangerous thought crosses his mind and before he could resist, he moved closer, the small space between you both quickly closing in.

holy shit. you think to yourself, holding in your breath. was matthew really doing it? was he… about to kiss you?

for the first time ever nervousness hits you, but there’s not even a chance you would lose this match, so you don’t move an inch and stare right back at his lips, hand still placed on his chin.

“what the fuck?!”

both chris and nick finally yell, they didn’t know if they should laugh or freak out, more like nick laughing his ass off and chris freaking out, but that’s not the point, this situation was rather ridiculous, you two never set a foot close, not even greeting politely every time you hangout at their house or when they force matthew to drive you three around, as he’s the only one with a license and paying an uber was too bothersome. anyway, there was never an interaction besides bickering. but suddenly, you were both having an argument filled with sexual tension and now matthew is about to kiss you? that was too much for them to handle, for all of you to handle, actually.

matt is not listening to anyone, he ignores his brothers yelling, his eyes were only on you as he was about to do something he’s never thought about doing before. he wanted to kiss you? no. he shouldn’t. he despised you for a lot of reasons, but suddenly, in this moment, it’s almost like he couldn’t remember a single one. his eyes dart between your eyes, and lips, both getting closer by the second, just as his lips are about to brush against yours, he freezes, realizing what he’s doing. the boy takes a small step back from you, his whole face going red and this time not from anger. he glances at his brothers shocked faces and curses at himself, it felt like he lost control for the first time and he hated it.

matt never loses his cool because of your stupid teasing tone, but what is this now? you got the best of him and his first instinct is to kiss you? that was too much for him to process, so he abruptly goes back to his room and shuts his door locking it as if that was going to block the thoughts of you in his head.

“well… that was new.” you say, still confused with the whole situation that just happened, but you weren’t the only one. his brothers were speechless, they were not expecting that at all. like said before, nick did expected a reaction, but definitely not that type of reaction.

both of them had bugged eyes and their mouths partly open in shock from what they just witnessed, still staring at the ghost of matthew in front of your face. after a minute, nick finally breaks the silence.

“am i tripping or he was about to kiss you?”

he asks, mouth still open in a dramatic way.

“yep, he was definitely about to kiss her.” chris replies, his tone is quiet but he seemed a bit annoyed.

“so i wasn’t hallucinating, right?” you ask, still trying to control your heart. the sensation of his breath against your face and his perfume still all over you not helping. “did i tease him too much?” you ask them, even though it was rhetorical. “like, to the point where i broke him and he just… lost it?” nick laughs from your question, shaking his head.

“more like teased him so much he wanted to pin you against the nearest wall and—“

“nick!” you and chris yell at the same time.

“what? i’m just being honest!”

you shake your head with the thought of what nick just said, this was matthew you were talking about, the guy that hated you since day one for no reason, the one who says mean things out of nowhere and gives you dirty looks randomly. oh, let’s not forget about the day he said on a podcast he would rather die when the host asked him jokingly if he was secretly into you.

“you’re being crazy.” you finally reply, trying hard to deny whatever you are feeling and nick laughs again, then rolls his eyes a bit.

“please, i saw the look on his face when he was close to you, no one can’t deny it. the amount of time you both spend teasing each other, not to mention the childish fights ever since you two met clearly did something to his brain. i’m pretty sure he secretly got a thing for you.”

chris was quiet, he had a lot in his mind.

“yeah, it’s called hate.” you say giving the same eye roll back to nick and he just laughs again. this whole time he was just laughing, having the best day of his life.

“have you been reading those gays enemies to lovers books again?” you tilt a brow, hoping he couldn’t notice the way you were trying to drop the matter. “seriously, that’s not how it works in real life, nick.”

the boy rolls his eyes and scoffs. “pfft, you’re funny. i didn’t even know what that meant before we made those fanfic reaction videos. i would never read something like that for real.”

“you’re telling me if i go through your kindle right now i won’t find a single book about it?” you pretend to get up, smirking and nick’s eyes widen slightly as he swallows hard.

“oh, you wouldn’t dare!”

chris bursts out laughing and throws his head back, feeling better about how things went back to normal so fast, he wanted to forget the earlier event as soon as possible.

“where is it?” you actually get up now, looking around the living room and trying to hide your laugh. nick immediately stares at his kindle sitting on the table in front of the couch and he tries to grab it before you could get to it, but you were faster.

“absolutely not!” he yells, thanking his genes he was stronger and taller than you or things would about to get really embarrassing for him.

“that’s what i thought.” you say with a mocking tone, enjoying the satisfaction of watching nick panicking. chris almost in tears at this point while nick groans and sighs in annoyance, realizing he just exposed himself by acting so defensive.

he just sits back down on the couch, mumbling stuff to himself and hiding the kindle underneath his shirt. chris finally stops laughing and catches his breath meanwhile you make your way back to the couch, catching a glimpse of a portrait hanging on the wall, it was all the three of them smiling and hugging each other dearly. you stare at matthew, noticing how his smile was peaceful. you don’t even think you ever saw him smiling before, not around you, at least.

and then the flashbacks of what just happened minutes ago washes all over your head, making you bite your lips to control any further body reactions. you consider the possibility of going home and cool off. but your best friends are way too smart to be fooled by a shitty excuse, plus it’s been a while since you guys had a sleepover, so you brush the thoughts off and throw yourself on the couch again, grabbing your phone. chris and nick noticed you staring before sitting again, nick look over at the portrait, knowing you were probably thinking about their brother and chris just takes a sip of his pepsi, lost in his own world while nick debated if he should speak or not about that.

“he hasn’t always been like this, you know…” he begins talking with hesitation, he didn’t know if that was the right thing, but it’s about time for you to know the truth.

“sure.” you reply not believing him at all and he just laughed, deciding that he should tell you more.

“your sarcasm is so funny.” he says ironically and then continues talking still staring at the portrait. “believe it or not, he used to smile a lot as a kid. he actually had friends and got along with almost everyone.”

fuck. you always tried your best to change subjects everytime the conversation was about matt, and you usually succeeded but nick was pretty motivated to talk about it this time, maybe trying to help you understand his brother? honestly, if none of that has happened today, you’d probably just make stupid comments about it until nick gives up. but you were curious. the idea of a non grumpy matt was definitely interesting to say at least. you tried to imagine him smiling at other people besides his brothers, having friends and getting along everyone, it seemed unreal. but then again, you never really noticed him before. he could be a fucking clown if he wanted to, you wouldn’t know because you tried your best to avoid contact with the guy all the time.

“really?” you ask, half pretending not to be interested, half not being able to hide your shocked expression. “i thought he was born that way.” you can’t help but joke, that’s your way of coping with uncomfortable situations. “so what happened?” you ask before you could stop yourself, nick sighs and looks at you.

“i guess it started back in middle school. even though he was a quiet kid, most of our classmates liked him. but middle schoolers are fucking mean, you know? some boys would constantly make fun of him because chris and i were extroverts and he wasn’t. we tried our best to protect him, it worked for a while… but then we got to high school, some of our classes were different and one day at lunch break, we couldn’t find him anywhere, we didn’t think too much of it, assuming that he just went home earlier. that was a huge mistake because we always tell each other everything, we shouldn’t have assumed… i shouldn’t have…” he closes his eyes for a second, his voice was tremulous and your face softened, feeling empathy and a little sad. you could tell he blamed himself a lot. “but when chris and i got home, he wasn’t there. we called him multiple times through the rest of the day and by the time it was dark, our parents were about calling the police when he got home with bruises all over his face and swallowed red eyes. we asked him what happened and he just told us to drop it, not wanting to make things worse, we sort of just… let it go.” nick pauses to swallow the knot inside his throat and finally finishes the story he never told anyone about. “after that day he just shut down. he’s still the same around me and chris, but got cold towards other people.”

nick lets out a sigh, you could tell chris didn’t want to talk about it and how nick just stared at a random corner of the living room, probably thinking about matthew. for a while, you get lost in thoughts, debating if you should say something nice or try to light the mood by your typical stupid jokes. and then… you thought about matt, he definitely went through some bad things, which makes you feel guilty for all the teasing, but again, that doesn’t excuse his behaviour and how he treats other people, including you.

“i see…” you finally break the silence. “i guess he’s a bitch with a backstory, huh?”

both chris and nick burst out laughing at your joke, thanking you mentally for not making the sleepover some kind of lame sob parlour.

“he’d kill you if he heard you saying that.” nick says laughing and chris nods his head agreeing, nick continues. “he’d probably haunt you down, kill you, then bury you somewhere in our backyard and pee all over your grave.”

you three laugh loudly, making your tummies hurt.

“oh no, i think i’m done interacting with him today.” your blurt it out without thinking, nick wasn’t stupid, it only took a few seconds before he noticed the way you worded what you said, a small smirk appears on his face.

“so you’re saying you didn’t enjoy him being so close to you like that earlier?”

chris looks back and forth between you and nick, listening to every word and trying to catch any reaction of your face that indicates you actually liked it.

“i’ll ask you a better question.” you reply, trying to avoid answering it by joking around, like always. “one: why didn’t you let me go through your kindle, two: is it enemies to lovers AND smut? be honest.”

nick turns bright red, the question caught him off guard and made chris almost choke on his own soda in disbelief. nick glares back at you, his face still red as he tries to deny it, but then he groans and just gives up.

“fine, i’ll tell you! but no a single soul out of this room can hear about this, alright?” he says quietly, almost as if other people were listening. “can’t let my reputation of being an unbothered gay king be ruined.”

you sigh out of relief, it worked. nick was such a yapper that changing subjects without him noticing was really easy because he was always ready to run his mouth. chris, however, had a hint and noticed your behaviour changing ever since the incident with matt. he wanted to say something, but it wasn’t his place. in fact, he didn’t say a word after what happened. you also noticed he was weirdly quiet, but too much was in your head already.

“what reputation?” you ask to hit a nerve and laughs when he dramatically open his mouth, placing a hand to his chest.

“are you trying to say i’m not a bad bitch?”

chris just bursts out laughing, enjoying watching you tease nick and his dramatic ass reactions.

“not using this exact words, but yes.” you reply, smirk growing in the corner of your lips. the tension of your body was fading away and that made you relax a little. nick’s mouth got even more wide open, he grabs a random pillow from the couch and throws it at you.

“you take that back right now!!” chris laughs even harder at the scene unfolding in front of him, he’s enjoying it too much.

“never!” you laugh out loud, throwing the pillow back at him. “you can’t handle the truth!!!” you try to do an impression of jessup from the movie a few good men, but fails really hard because your voice couldn’t reach the low and strong tone. nick shakes his head cringing painfully and laughing at the terrible impression.

“never do that again!!!” he yells. “that was so bad, actually painful to listen to, a fucking insult to nicholson.”

“shut up.” you rolls your eyes and suddenly they feel really heavy, you can’t help but yawn making nick raise a brow.

“you tired already? you are such an old person, it’s like 10pm and you’re just dying there.”

chris nods his head, agreeing with nick’s words and laughing at your offended facial expression. he secretly wanted you to say with him a little longer. well, with nick as well, of course.

“i need my beauty sleep, bro.” you say, trying to defend yourself knowing deep inside you were in fact like an old person. “if any of you play pranks on me tonight…” you pause and try to do your best scary face. “i’ll expose your deepest secrets to the internet. especially yours, nicolas.”

nick jokingly holds his hands up in surrender, still laughing and chris follows him.

“chill, baby girl! we won’t do anything.” he always called you baby girl ironically to make you cringe on purpose, it always works.

“alright, ladies… i’m going to bed.” you yawn again and head to the guest room were you usually sleep.

nick just rolls his eyes, waving at you. “yeah, whatever. go get your beauty sleep, it’s not gonna work anyways. we’ll be here, definitely not plotting a prank to play on you.”

chris just laughs and murmur a good night to you with his usual sweet smile.

as you enter the room and close the door behind you, reality hits your face like a punch. so, you teased matthew, he teased back as usual, however he also got confrontational, like… physically, which never happened before, and then you teased him more, leading him to almost… it’s even harder to say or come to terms with it.

you throw yourself on the bed, puffing and closing your eyes. the worst part is that you didn’t know what you were feeling. excitement? anger? the need to just shut him up? compassion for what nick told you minutes ago? maybe… desire? no! that’s unlikely.

after a few minutes of fighting your thoughts, you fall asleep hugging a pillow just like you always do when feeling any sort of emotional discomfort.

nick and chris continued to sit on the couch in the living room, watching something on tv and chatting for a while, they tried to avoid the topic of you and matt because nick knew chris had a thing for you and that would just make things awkward. after a while, they started to yawn and both decided it was time to head to bed as well. nick was the first one to get up.

“don’t even think about going to the bathroom right now, it’s my time, good night.” chris nods rolling his eyes, also getting up off the couch, he wasn’t going to the bathroom anyways.

“alright, good night.” nick heads to the bathroom and chris stretches, letting out a small yawn before walking towards the guest room you were staying in, he slowly opens the door, peeking his head in to see if you were asleep. he notices you’re knocked out, holding a pillow tightly in your arms and that makes him smile, but then he notices the look on your face, he knew you for long enough to know when you’re having nightmares. chris slowly walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at you. a small frown appears on his face as he wonders what exactly you were having nightmares about to make you look like that. he reaches his hand out carefully and gently moves a strand of hair from your face, his frown slowly going away as he looks at you. the boy gently pats your cheek, his mind conflicted, debating whether to wake you up or not. he hesitates for a moment, and then decides against it, he didn’t want to disturb your sleep. however, he doesn’t move his hand off your cheek, he just keeps his hand there, gently caressing your soft and warm skin as he continues to stare at you, wondering for a second if this is about his brother.

he notice you starting to relax a bit, the look of pain vanishing away. he can’t help but cogitate the possibility of his presence helping you relax, that makes him stay by your side a little longer, he continues to gently pat your cheek, comforting you in a way.

chris is lost in his thoughts, completely focused on you, ignoring the fact that he’s sitting way too close. he can’t take his eyes off your face, watching how peaceful you look now as he continues to pat your cheek. he subconsciously moves a bit closer.

“what the fuck are you doing?” if silent scream wasn’t a thing, matthew definitely invented it. he’s right at the door, looking intensely at his brother and trying his best not to push him away from you, that definitely scared chris, he never saw that look on his bothers’s face before, a bitter, jealous and pure hatred look.

he gets up and gulps, his cheeks were burning and he was embarrassed, not to mention the last person he he wanted talk to was right in front of him.

“she was having a bad dream, i was just trying to help by giving her some cheek pats and…” he suddenly stops talking, the fear fading away and being replaced by confusion. “why do you care?” he asks in a whisper, his eyebrows frowned and arms crossed.

matthew’s gaze remains fixed on you, and he can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy and irritation as he sees you asleep so peacefully, having no idea what just happened but imagining all sorts of things.

“why don’t you care?” matthew suddenly snaps his head back at chris, his eyes narrowing. “you were sitting there like a creep, staring at her sleeping. what were you going to do?”

“nothing!” he snaps back, he would never try to do things with anyone without consent, that’s disgusting and against every single thing he believed in. the fact that matt would actually accuse him was insulting, so he couldn’t stop himself by adding. “you’re the one to talk, she got weird the rest of the night after you left. i knew something was up so i came to check on her and she was hugging her pillow, she always do that when something is bothering her. but you don’t care, do you?”

matthew clenches his jaw, his eyes darkening as he listens to chris speak. he knew that accusing his own brother was low blow, he also knew you were indeed feeling something because it’s not the first time he caught you holding a pillow like that. he didn’t want to admit that he pays attention to your habits, or that chris was right.

“and what exactly is bothering her?” a hint of anger mixed with jealousy and concern in his voice.

chris laughs in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. “i don’t know, maybe she’s bothered because you hated her from the very first moment you’ve met and suddenly you wanted to kiss her?” at this point, he decided to leave the room, not waiting to wake you up with their stupid argument. he closes the door behind him and stares at matthew. “what’s not clicking, dude?”

matt stares a chris, his jealousy and anger still there but he can’t deny that his brother was right. he knew deep down that his behavior towards you was wrong, and that him almost trying to kiss you was a terrible move.

“i don’t hate her, i just…” matt’s voice trails off, he wanted to make excuses but he knew it was pointless.

“i dont care.” chris cuts him off, finally ready to say what he wanted to say for a long time. “just stop acting like a teenager and get your shit together. if you truly hate her, leave her alone. and if for some weird reason you like her…” he pauses, before saying his lasts words. “get in line, you’re not the only one.” before matt could answer, he walks off going to his room.

the boy stands there in silence, stunned by chris’s words. he can’t deny that he felt some sort of anger when he saw chris sitting so close to you, or that the reason why the whole situation started was because he was listening to your conversation the whole time, he usually didn’t snoop around about shit you and his brothers talk when you’re over at their place. but then it got annoying when nick turned the topic towards chris having a thing for you and the thought of his brother becoming more than a friend to you made matt’s blood boil, that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from yelling at you guys to keep things down and that’s why the whole situation happened.

for unknown reasons, you were taking away all his self control little by little since day one and that was the reason he hated you the most.

because he couldn’t actually hate you.

matt watches his brother entering the room, can’t bring himself to say anything, the mixture of jealousy, anger and regret leaving him speechless until he finally mutters something to himself, clenching his fists.

“bullshit.”

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bearfools · 5 months ago

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a few things i think people should know.

not directed at anyone in particular, but ive received multiple messages (some deleted, some not) from people and i think ill make a post about some stuff i wanna clear up as a therian.

i am aware that im bodily human, im aware that this will not change.

i am aware that acting wild (or as someone said, "gross" and "ill mannered") does not make me an animal

no, i am not a little kid discovering new terms on the internet and using them for clout. i am an 18 year old man who had been questioning therianthropy for a very long time

no, i am not offended by people saying silly hateful things, ive seen about every basic piece of therian hate (directed at me and also other people) and none of it bothers me

no, i am not in any way attracted to animals and i do not partake in any kind of animal abuse. its weird that people assume that right after saying "youre human!!" like am i a beast or not make up your mind lmao?

no, i dont mind if you ask "silly" questions, in a community as misunderstood as therians/alterhumans i am always happy to help people understand

yes, i believe in past lives. though i do not believe theyre fully to blame for my therianthropy and i dont think every kintype of mine has a detailed backstory. i was likely many animals before i was human and i dont kin anything but bears

i had like one person ask if this was a religious thing, its not, idk how common of a misconception that is but i wanted to put it out there. im not outwardly religious, im agnostic but unbothered by any other beliefs

yes, im aware that animals live outside in the cold with diseases and predators, i am grateful for the things i am given that wild animals are not.

no, you cant hunt me (and also, what the hell? again, if youre arguing that im human then why would you hunt me?)

"how do you know your beliefs are real?" i dont. im simply a person on this earth, same as you, i dont know what lies after death, i dont know what lies before birth, but i prefer my "weird" beliefs over never believing in anything.

after i made that post about young therians (thank you all for the love by the way!) i had a few comments along the lines of "messy eating is human/making faces and acting like an animal doesnt make you an animal" i know, i know that im not a bear, i know that what i do is not limited to therians. I know kids play as animals all the time! but at the end of the day i'm happy. are you? does leaving spiteful messages make you happy?

do you send a comment on tumblr and stare at your reflection in the screen and feel fulfilled? im asking genuinely, because if it doesnt make you happy, then why do it? it doesnt affect me, worst case scenario im annoyed and then dont interact. Do you think that ill hear you say "youre not a bear" and then go "oh my bad" and delete my account? as if i havent been told those exact words my whole life (even before i knew what the internet was!)

#therian #otherkin #bearkin #otherhearted #alterhuman #bear therian #animalhearted #cladotherian #therianthropy #tw animal abuse mention

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persephoneflouwers · 25 days ago

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I’m home.

It was a strange day and in some ways it was worse than yesterday.

I slept barely 4 hours, was awake at 4 am and just waited for my alarm to ring for 1 hour and 50 minutes staring at the dark ceiling.

I also slept in my sisters bed, because yesterday night when I read Louis’ post on IG I felt an intense chest pain, that I only felt the night my grandma died. I was scared and couldn’t sleep alone.

I went to work in a total black outfit, was there awfully early. I didn’t speak. My colleague didn’t speak because he’s apparently very good at the reading the room.

I couldn’t even bother to wear my scrubs. I kept my black clothes. My black trousers, my black loafers, my black socks, my black cardigan. I even kept down my black hair.

It simply was a black heart day.

I barely spoke, only to expose clinical cases to my tutor doctor.

I was running down a fever at some point, because I was hot and then cold and then my eyes burnd and my voice was cracked and I felt so much pain in my muscles, I wanted to just go home and lay down.

I almost forgot I had blood tests to check. I went there saying “my veins are difficult, just take this [showed my radial vein on my pulse], I dont want to waste your time*. He didn’t even hear me probably, I don’t know. What I know is he tried for another vein and failed.

I was looking at his earrings. They were semicircular rings with sharp endings. He was a cool middle age man. I should have said something, commented on how cool his earrings were. I didn’t.

I wore my FFP2 mask and kept sniffing my nose. I didn’t feel pain, I just wanted to go home.

He took my distal radial vein after all.

I thanked him and I said I’m sorry my veins are like this, I tried to bump them and even drank coffee to raise my blood pressure but it is that it is.

I went back to the doctors office. There were so many people, I was uncomfortable. I hated that I couldn’t be showing how upset I was.

I hated they asked me “total black today huh?” I didn’t want them to know about my emotional state.

I looked for patterns. Stripes, circles, matching colours in people’s clothes. It calmed me down.

I met crush guy too. It was awful, i didn’t match his energy at all. I asked him to leave me alone because it was a rough day. He texted me later to say they were worried. I didn’t want them to know how I am. They don’t understand.

I took an ABG sample on the cutest old man today. I asked him if I had hurt him and he smiled and said I was a delicate angel in his cute accent. I failed the test, by the way. I had to ask someone else to do it for me. I didn’t want to needle this person again.

I asked my colleague, probably the only one who knows what is going on, if she needed any help and she said yes. I helped her out with some clinical reports for the weekend.

Everything and everyone were so loud today. I wanted to play my day on mute. I didn’t listen to any music in my car on my way home. It was just silence.

There was a rainbow in the sky at 5ish. I said “hi liam” and it was heartwarming.

I love rainbows. They’re silent, innocent, light. I hope to see the rainbows again.

#🌷 un bacio nel vento #the pain in the chest keeps coming and going #i have a fever and a cold #tw blood #tw needles #tw hospital

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pinkandlilacroses · 6 months ago

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 6

• summary {in which an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {angst, it gets cute at the end tho}

averys pov

“avery why cant we tell them” azzi yells, this has been our third fight this week about this topic

“azzi you know why we cant” i say, sternly

“no i dont, thats why im asking”

“azzi, bellas in the other room. shut up” i say

“ok, fuck you” say says, walking out

azzis pov

azzi

- u home

paige

- pls dont come

- stay with avery please

azzi

- im coming

fuck paige has been weird lately, and she wont tell me

its definitely something with bella

i don’t know how bella doesn’t notice

paige is in love with her

“azzi what did i say” paige says, yelling, tears flooding her eyes and the neck of her shirt

“paige whats happening” i say, genuinely concerned for my best friend

she begins wailing. i’ve never seen her cry like this before

i quickly wall up and embrace her

“i fucked it” she says, barley getting her words out

“i want her and ill never be able to make her mine” she continues

“bella?” i question

“yes” she says, raising her voice

“im calling her”

“no, azzi, no, please don’t. please” she says, pleading, her voice growing louder

“paige, you need to talk to her. i’ve never seen you like this before” i say, authoritatively

“she hates me”

azzi is calling bella

“hey bella”

“hey”

“can you come over”

“yeah ill come now”

call ended

“paige this is a good thing, you guys need to talk”

bellas pov

i know this is about paige

id be lying if i said i was fine about this situation

i’m reality, i’ve been crying. everyday. at any given opportunity

i dont have any resentment towards paige, even though i definitely should. i mean, what she did was fucked

and she never explained herself, all she could say is “i cant do it” like what the fuck does that mean

knock, fuck i should leave

knock, i hate her

knock, no i dont

“hey bella” azzi says, bringing me into her embrace. i know azzi and avery are dating, but they cant tell anyone because avery cheated on jake with azzi, and she hates what she did. but she truly does love the girl, cute. i hate love

“paige is in her room”

walking towards paiges room, nerves surprisingly aren’t present. i felt calm, normal

“who is it” paige yells, across the door

“bella” i say, yelling back

paiges pov

“shit shit shit” i say to myself, i look awful. i didn’t think she would actually show up

i’ve been crying for what feels like years, and i finally can get everything off my chest. but i’m more terrified than ever before

she opens the door. fuck

“hey paige” she says softly, i cant bear to look at her. i dont want to see how she has effected me

“paige look at me” she says, sitting down next to me, leaning over. hand on my knee

i look at her

shock plastered on her face

she says nothing, bringing me close and wrapping her arms around me, protectively

“im so sorry” i say into her chest

“paige its ok, im not mad”

“yes you are, i fucked up” i say, tears beginning to form again

she moves so we are face to face, her laying on top of me

“you dont know how bad i want you bella, but i’m, i’m scared” i say, i’ve never been this vulnerable with a girl before. i feel weak

“paige its ok, theres no pressure” she says, reassuringly

“i know you dont feel the same, thats why ive been so down”

“how do you know, paige” she says, sternly. contrasting her previous tone

“it’s obvious” i say. is it?

“no its not, i want you the same amount that you want me” she says, staring intently into my tear filled eyes, that are forming once again

“really” i say, genuinely confused

“yes” she says, slightly laughing

this cant be real, how, what, when, where, why.

after everything i’ve done, she still likes me?

“paige, you there” she says, commenting on my spacing out

“are you sure” i say, coming back to reality

she responds by gently pressing her lips to my own

this kiss was different than any others i’ve experience, its sweet, loving. reflecting of how i feel about her, and i guess how she feels about me.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wbb #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers smut #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #uconn #azzi fudd

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rattkachuk · 6 months ago

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day.

So I have a question for you, just ignore when you don't feel like answering.

I came to Mattdrai via the enemies/rivals to lovers tag and then got sucked into hockey. I really like the fanon take on Leon, fav character, fanon Matthew was fine but way too woobified and infantilized in so many fics. So my surprise when I started to watch games, interviews etc. Public Matthew is so confident, so loving, awesome family to back him up, especially Brady, hot as hell, sexy way of playing hockey, amazing public persona. Loved and respected by his team, beyond hockey.

Then Leon. His only trait seems to be that he's pissy which I can appreciate but it seems that he's just a downright mean, arrogant guy with a superiority complex (see that interview when he puts Silovs down.) I don't find him stoic at all but he's just seems boring and bland and yeah, pissy. It doesn't seem like he has fun or likes his team a lot or is liked by them (Connor aside and his skills aside.) His friendship with Connor seems the only endearing or likeable thing. He even looks good in a bland way and his hockey is while it's so skillful it's not hot and also I wonder why his dirty plays aren't called out more often.

So what do I miss? Where does great fanon Leon come from? Why is he written mostly so superior to Matthew and where comes the "his team likes Leon so much but Matthew is an outcast in his own team come from?) It's so far from what I gather from old and new interviews or games and I have watched a lot, also German interviews. I really would like to like Leon, shipping them had been more fun when I didn't find his public self so jarring. What do I not see what everyone else seems to get?

Sorry for the long ask! Have a great day and thank you

first off thank you for such a thought out ask! i don't get to dive into things like this a lot outside of writing fic and it got my brain gears going.

to get right into the bulk of this ask: i get what you are saying about leon. that can be the way he comes off for sure, and look everything i'm gonna say? i'm talking out of my ass here. i don't claim to know anything about him as a person besides what's publicly presented, and i don't have much right to theorize about why he is the way that he is, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't think about it. how would i write rpf otherwise, right 💀

i think he cares a lot. and i think sometimes he gets so wrapped up in things, how things should be, how he should be performing, etc, and when it doesn't go a certain way he gets frustrated and snarky (eg, pissy comments and such). but i don't see that being bad necessarily, especially when it's seems to come from such a team oriented state of mind. which, i dont think he dislikes his team at all? i think if anything, he has a sort of blind faith in his team, and that's the only context i could see a 'superiority complex' making sense in. and yah maybe a little misplaced at times, but ultimately i think it comes from believing so fully in his team and not seeing that come to fruition. he really does not seem to care about his individual performance much at all, so how self obsessed can he be? when i think about leon i just see someone that is ultimately very passionate and committed to the game he plays. i'm also curious to know where you get the vibe that his team doesn't like him? simply because i never got that impression from any of the other oilers, they all seem like they're obsessed with him.

beyond hockey, i see a caring, sweet, kindhearted individual. anytime i see a picture or vid of him interacting with bowie, or even the things his girlfriend posts about him, the comments he leaves for people on ig, and yah of course in the way he talks/acts around connor, i see fragments of someone soooo different than the little two minute post game interviews (which, can we judge any hockey player on those? i think they all hate them dfkjgsd). it's not always something i actively go digging for or have examples of the top of my head, but i do see it, and it definitely goes into creating the version of leon that i have in my mind.

hey, and, he's a silly guy!!! please, i know the reputation is pissy and humourless, ESPECIALLY in fic, but that man is so funny. so many random offhanded comments that make me pause and then laugh. a different sense of humour but it's so there. i love the sandcastle vid from the asg last year and feel like it's a good example of that, all sunburnt and happy. also hey, big man in tune with his fear of the ocean? love that. that little vid of him dancing on the ice earlier this season, those halloween photos where he's dressed as a monkey, every time he talks to a kid. hell, seeing him in warmups and watching the way he takes time to interact fans?? loveee watching warmups but i'd never had a player actually acknowledge my existence before leon!

also i really enjoy his personality on the ice, i like the rat behaviour and the sassy comments that he makes to other players/refs, i like the bitch moves, and i like his hockey too. i think his game is dependable and like you said skillful, and while maybe not the most creative, the sureness and the technical aspect it is hot to me. so my thoughts on everything are probably skewed in that regard.

anyways this was just a whole lot of rambling about why i find him interesting, endearing even, but i understand the perception you have. i don't like some players that other people love, just cause i cant see what they see. and honestly that's sometimes just the way it is! if you don't like leon, maybe u just don't like him and thats fine.

disclaimer that i have only been on hockeyblr for a couple years, and really didn't spare many thoughts for leon til the beginning of the 22/23 season. truthfully i'm hardly the person to ask about leon imo, but of course i have thoughts anyways! if someone else with more knowledge reads my bit of rambling here, please feel free to chime in and add your voice to this!

and side note, ofc, i have to touch on this bc who would i be if i'm not one to talk about matthew; in the way of m.tkachuk, i think that in the early days of mattdrai it was maybe a fair take away during his time with the flames (minus the woobifying). even though he was loved so much here and had some fucking times, and i think the team was mostly good to him (player wise if not regarding management, that is), i see such a stark difference now that he's on the panthers. he seems much happier and more confident, and obviously he's clicking with the cats on another level, and i do see a shift in how he's been portrayed in fics since tbh.

#asks #anon #this is really all over the place #but hopefully there's something of value in this rambling #and if not thats fine too #honestly all a matter of perspective and vibes that u like ultimately #and i like leons vibes #whether thats from truth or projection who knows!!#also i didnt touch on 'he doesn't look like he's having fun'#but i would say i think the oilers as a whole need to have more fun #but i think i see him enjoying himself out there quite a bit #also the mean comment i dont see him being a mean individual at alllll #ahhh idk this post is so long sorry!!!#but thank u anon for taking the time and dropping this in the ask box #some things i really hadnt put too much thought into #anyways im gonna bow out here bc im just gonna keep going if i dont stop myself #anyone feel free to tack on to any of this!!

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ratherbefangirling · 1 year ago

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Belong 8

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, omegaverse au

Summary: where Jungkook has to make decisions.

Masterlist

Previous / NEXT

You browsed through the aisle looking for something that wasn't the worn out clothes you owned and was somewhat picture worthy.

Jin showed you a pale pink shirt with a little heart on it.

"Oh that looks cute." You comment.

"What about this?" Taehyung asks pointing to a sundress.

"Is this even appropriate for camping?" You asked unsure.

"You'll rock this I promise" Taehyung told you.

"Ofcourse we're just suggesting feel free to buy what you like." Jin reassures you.

"But seriously this screams you." Taehyung added.

"Tae." Jin warned.

"Fine." Taehyung said.

"Do you need something else? Did you get a torch or rain coat yet?" Jin asks checking the list Hobi sent them.

"Not yet. I'm glad I asked you guys to help me." You say.

Jin smiles at you fondly.

"Ofcourse we're happy to help." Taehyung replies.

You guys shop for everything you need. Jin and Tae don't let you carry any of the bags. When you insist Taehyung buys a slush and designates you as his slush holder. And when your hands get cold he gets Jin to chug it and then both of them hold your hands to warm them.

And some part of you thinks that you should be setting boundaries but you're so cold and they're so warm and maybe you are just a moth to their flame and maybe you'll burn in the end but the only other option the moth has is a cold and dark life.

Namjoon is met with the grim faces of his pack. But even if he hates it he has to take these decisions, hold these meetings.

It doesn't look that different from the regular, Jungkook lies in Jin's lap who is stroking the little alpha's hair. Jimin is feeding himself and the other two apples which yoongi continues to peel. Taehyung and hobi are cuddled together. He too wants to sit between the pack and enjoy the lovely weather.

"So I went to meet Jungkook's professor luckily he's only going to supervise a trip. So crisis averted." Namjoon tells them.

"Thanks hyungie." Jungkook says.

"You're welcome. Now I want to talk about y/n. " He can see the change in atmosphere. "We need to decide if we will officially court her or not. Till now we have sent unofficial courting gifts but reflecting on it I think it wasn't the wisest decision to proceed because Jungkook still hasn't asked her officially. I want to know what everyone thinks" Namjoon says.

Everyone turns to Jungkook.

"I dont know." Jungkook says.

Namjoon rubs his forehead. He feels a headache coming.

"Me and Taehyung saw her with another alpha." Jimin says.

Yoongi nods too. "Me too I saw him come out of her house."

"The flashy car?" Taehyung questions

"The flashy car." Yoongi confirms.

Namjoon's jaw clenches. Even though the courting had not officially began. He considered you pack. The news that another alpha was courting you brought an unpleasant taste to his mouth.

Jimin looked as Namjoon's face darkened. He could sense the bitterness of Namjoon's scent seeping in. While angry Namjoon looked hot. Nobody actually wanted to anger him because angry Namjoon was bitter and petty and his rational side was nowhere to be seen.

" Namjoon, dont" yoongi said softly.

Namjoon forced himself to relax.

"So tell us Jungkook what do you want?" Namjoon asks keeping himself in check.

"I dont know hyung." Came Jungkook's weak reply.

"You don't know fine. I will give you a week and I want an answer. We can't keep waiting anymore." Namjoon said firmly.

"Yes hyung."

"I'm going to bed." Namjoon announced feeling very drained.

"I will come with you." Jin offered.

"Me too." Jimin added.

"Thank you. Good night." Namjoon said leaving.

There was silence until Hobi finally spoke.

"Who wants to try Yoongi hyungs famous seafood ramen recipe? Me. Hyung make some."

Taehyung raised his hand and then lifted Jungkook's as well.

"Ok." Yoongi said as he walked to the kitchen.

"I will help" Jungkook offered.

Yoongi nodded.

You giggled at something Jungkook said. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping.He smiled happy to make you happy. There were flowers around so he made you a flower crown. For his pretty omega.

"Thank you alpha." You said.

"I can be a good alpha."

"I know you can. The flowers are so nice."

"Not more than your scent."

Your smile faded. You threw the crown away.

"You think this lousy thing will make me happy."

A guy with a red car drove destroying the garden. He pulled out a huge bouquet of roses and a diamond ring.

"Now that's what I like." You said and held hands with the alpha and left.

"Mate.. mate" He whimpered.

"Y/n please come back."

Jungkook awoke with a tear stained pillow. He rubbed his eyes. The nightmare still fresh.

Pack. He needed pack. So he trudged pillow and blanket in hand. Usually he'd trouble Jimin because Jimin was a night owl like him but since Jimin was with Namjoon, he decided to go to Taehyung. Despite being older than him he treated Jungkook like a friend.

He entered Taehyung's room.

"Taehyungie hyung" Jungkook called out.

Taehyung looked up from the game he was playing.

"What's up Jungkookie?"

"Had a nightmare. Couldn't sleep."

"Aigoo. Our baby. Come to hyung." Taehyung said putting the laptop aside and patting the bed.

They both snuggled under the covers.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked.

"It's about ... y/n. I don't know what to do?"

"What are you really scared of jungkookie?" Taehyung asked cutting to the chase.

Jungkook hugged a plushie looking away from Taehyung's penetrating gaze.

"It's just... what if..."

"It's ok tell me Jungkook-ah." Taehyung said softer now.

"What if everyone likes her more than me? What if she hates me? Who am I kidding she probably already does?"

"Jungkookie listen to me. I promise you nobody is going to stop liking you because of her. I'm pretty sure you're going to gate keep her. And yeah you were mean to her. But you need to apologise for that. Me and Jimin fight all the time. I'm pretty sure at one point Namjoon hyung was convinced Yoongi hyung didn't like him. Misunderstandings happen. The thing is you need to end it well. And it's you we are talking about once you set sights on something you're relentless. So if you decide to ask for forgiveness do it like you always do things, with sincerety and preserverance it will all work out in the end."

"Thanks hyung."

"You're welcome. Now go to sleep we both have things to do and places to be. Unless you want to start the morning with Jin hyung twisting your nipples."

Jungkook giggled.

Taehyung smiled.

"How was the birthday?" You ask Suyeon as you open the door for her.

"Don't get me started. It was super hectic and like I got to interact with his pack so that was like something." She proceeds to provide a detailed account of the instances around Soobins birthday."Anyway I'm just glad it's over and very happy Soobin liked it. And that I didn't castrate anyone in frustration. Now enough about me How's been everything?" She asks sitting on the barstool.

"It's been alright I went to shop Seokjin and Taehyung accompanied me. It was nice."

"I need details bestie." Suyeon said. "Wait let me get some popcorn. I have a feeling it needs popcorn."

"Don't be dramatic tell me."

You start making popcorn for her.

"I'm thinking of returning the gifts the pack gave me after I.. uh 'helped' with Jungkook's cycle."

"Why?"

"It made me feel a little cheap?"

"Have you opened them yet though."

"No."

"Atleast check them then" Suyeon urges.

"I'm not sure about that."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"Me actually liking the gifts knowing I can never be part of the pack."

"Girl calm down. You don't know that. Why are you so stuck on the worst scenario. Maybe things can still turn around and if not you always have yeonjun and then we can be part of the same pack."

"Do you.. does Yeonjun.. is he interested in me?"

"Duh. Like I can't tell you details because Soobs has been super secretive whenever I try but I'm definitely sure they have discussed this." Suyeon said.

"Whatever. Let's just open the gifts and get done with it. I want to go to our trip relaxed and stress free." You reply giving the popcorn bowl to Suyeon.

"Sounds good to me. Ready when you are"

You nod. "Ok let's do this."

You sit on the carpet placing the gifts on the coffee table and some next to you. Suyeon sits on the sofa opposite to you.

The gifts have been packaged with care and great details. You open the first one. It's filled with candies that remind you of a familiar scent.

The second box is of shoes. Golden in color which light up and fit you perfectly. You can guess its Hobi's pick. It's a little outrageous but also slightly cool.

There is also a card inside. A thank you card.

Dear Y/nie.

We may not say this enough but we are really grateful to know you. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for being the kindest sweetest soul.

Love, joon, jin, Yoongi, hobi, tae, jimin, and JK

The next wrapping paper reveals customised pink stationery. It's an expensive brand which you buy and use occasionally. But you can see the thought behind the gift and you are surprised by the cute charm and shimmer details. Jin definitely took charge on this one.

The next is a Teddy. It's cute and has the softest texture. You really do guess the omegas were behind this.

The next one is the smallest of the pile. You open it to reveal seeds. There is even a detailed manual. Which is handmade. You catch the words best seeds from our own garden. The sketches are very pretty and detailed. You suppose Namjoon and Jungkook worked together on this. You had seen Jungkook's art around the house.

"Wow these are really good and thoughtful." Suyeon says impressed.

"Yeah.." You can't help but agree. "So what should I do?"

"Honestly just keep them. It looks like they spent a pretty penny on these nothing cheap. Also Like if I gave you a gift you'd keep it. Think of it this way. You are friends with them right. But ofcourse if you want to return them do it. I support you whatever you do.."

"You're right before all this we were friends and things might be complicated but I guess I should try and resolve it. I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt me and I was just vulnerable."

"Man maybe I should look for a pack that spends their money on me." Suyeon jokes.

You throw a cushion at her.

It was finally the weekend but Yoongi woke up early after going through his phone he decided to go make breakfast or brunch for the pack depending on when they decided to wake up.

He can hear the sound of running water as he nears the kitchen. Inside is Jungkook with an apron on brows furrowed in concentration scrubbing pans which seem to be covered in what is he assumes baking soda and vinegar or whatever cleaning hack Jungkook has recently come across.

"Morning." Yoongi greets making himself a cup of iced coffee.

"Good morning hyung." Jungkook replies still meticulously scrubbing away.

Yoongi decides to give Jungkook space and goes to sort the laundry. Only to find the machine already running and the loads separated and some clothes the ones that needed special care already on the drying rack outside.

"Jungkook. Did you do the laundry?" Yoongi asks.

"Yes hyung."

"You'll tire yourself out."

"It's fine."

"Jungkook. As much as we appreciate the laundry being done and sparkling pots. We don't want you being sick." Yoongi says.

"I know. Its just that I've caused the pack so much trouble."

Yoongi quietly joined Jungkook.

"Things happen. Its life." Yoongi says. Jungkook feels grateful for Yoongi.

"It's just. I'm scared Y/n won't like me. We never hung out before and now when I'm around her it's like I loose control of myself." Jungkook spills.

"Do you think all of us weren't worried about that. It's natural to be scared. But don't let fear control you." Yoongi says placing a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Yoongi hyungs right you know." Hoseok speaks. He had been leaning against the wall listening.

"Hobi hyung" Jungkook acknowledges.

"Hoba." Yoongi greets.

Hoseok wraps himself around Jungkook.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes?" Yoongi says.

"Oh I got sent this waffle maker. Let's try that."

Hobi goes to search in his PR pile. Jin wakes up punches Jungkook playfully and then brushes his teeth sitting in the couch where Hobi finds him rolls his eyes and sets up the waffle maker.

Namjoon wakes up too a little later as Jin cuts up strawberries from his uncles farm. They discuss a little about growing some strawberries in their home garden.

"Hyung's I have to say something." Jungkook announces.

"What is it Jungkook?" Namjoon asks curious.

"I want y/n to be part of our pack. I'm going to apologise to her.

Omg jk finally got his shit together. So did I to write this chapter. I've been feeling crappy so I haven't been able to get a word out. But I decided to put this chapter out.

Anyway let me know your thoughts as always it's appreciated and it motivates me. An anon asked me if this was on hiatus which reminded me it's been a while since I wrote.thanks for the reminder.

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fxlling13 · 1 year ago

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Rule Breaker

Synopsis: the doctor can't tolerate the way you think, but maybe someone else can.

Dh!master x fem reader

Wc: 5.8k

Warnings: mentions of death, abuse, assault. Implied smut but no description. The doctor is a little mean. Violence, weapons usual master stuff.

Honestly, I was inspired by wolf to write this. (Jack definitely should of left matilda on the roof after killing him.)

(Y/n) pov

"Doctor he deserved to die!"

"No he did not!" We had been fighting for ten minutes. Standing in the clearing of a forest on earth, we had just witnessed a mans death. Not an innocent man. No, no. This man was clearly abusing his wife. So, when she picked up the gun, who was I to stop her? He deserved it.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg.'? Maybe you should research it!" Scoffing at me, the doctor folded her arms. The wife had been escorted away by yaz, leaving us and their cabin abandoned.

"Yes I have. And it's utterly pointless. Noone deserves to die."

"He was a monster!"

"That's not for us to decide!" She screamed, stepping forward. I took a deep breath and rubbed my face.

"Doctor, he would have killed his wife. She had enough, good for her. Its exactly what he deserved." I saw her eye twitch at my statement. Shaking her head, the doctor began to walk away.

"I'm going back to the tardis. You do whatever makes you happy." With that, the doc stormed off, leaving me in the clearing. Groaning, I turned round to find the body of the man we were arguing about. I tilted my head, kicking his side with my boot.

"Disgusting. If the doctor wasn't here I'd have killed you myself." Thinking out loud, I stared down at the body with distaste. He looked like a creep, even in death. Now, he'd never see the light of day again. And that filled me with joy.

"I could have stabbed you, in the house. I had the chance. Stupid doctor. Stupid rules." With a pout, I gripped his face with my nails.

"Pity, I'd have liked to see you scared." Suddenly, a snapping sounded behind me.

"Now, that would have been a pretty sight." Eyes shifting upwards, I stood slowly and turned to see the master, leaning against a tree. Which, very obviously, was not there before.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not scared in the slightest. In fact, deep down, I was happy to see him.

"I'm here to check on my favourite human of course." Tucking his hands into the pockets of his plaid pants, the master strolled over casually. Gazing down at the corpse, he tut.

"She had good aim. Right in the temple." He tapped the side of my head twice, I suppressed my smile with great difficulty.

"You're right, especially since she was malnourished and dehydrated." Humming in agreement, the master turned his attention on me fully. I almost blushed at the close proximity.

"That was a pretty intense argument you were having there. I love to see the doctor so worked up." He cackled, sucking in a slight breath.

"I was just trying to say, he got what he deserved." I explained, not thinking much about it. Quickly, the master bobbed his head.

"Oh you're absolutely right. Dirty, dirty man. Deserves to be in the ground." Wetting my lips, I cocked my head aside, making eye contact with the alien.

"Why would you care about how he was treating his wife?" In response, the master scoffed, stepping closer.

"I dont. I care about the way he was looking at you. How he spoke to you. The way he tried to touch you." My lips parted in shock. Noone had noticed his gaze, or his comments towards me. They especially didn't notice his wondering hand. The doctor had been with yaz, not listening to my complaints.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, too confused to fully voice my thoughts.

"All day. I have to make sure she's looking after you." He pursed his lips, wandering around a little. Feeling touched by his words, I watched him closely.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Why? I'm just another companion. You hate us."

"Not you. You are fantastic." He boasted, grinning at me. Feeling myself blush I went closer to him.

"I think, you're too good for her." Cupping my cheeks, I leant into his touch naturally.

''We would make, such a good team. Together. You and me. Imagine it." And, I definitely could. Each time we met, I felt so connected to the renegade timelord. His hatred for the doctor never bothered me. In fact, I understood it.

"But, you wouldn't want that."

"I do." Taken aback by my boldness, the master stepped back.

" I agree, we'd be a good team. I don't want to be with the doctor. It's wearing me down. I can only take so much berating." I laughed to myself bitterly, thinking back over the past few weeks. As much as I hated to admit it, our arguments were becoming more common and the blonde ignored me most days. Sensing my sadness, the master grew angry.

"Stupid woman, making you upset. I can treat you so much better. Let me prove it."

"How?" Smirking, the master took my hands and started walking backwards towards that tree.

"You know she'll come back for you in a few minutes. Let me take you with me, I can show you what it's like to have a real adventure." Following his steps, I bit my lip in excitement. He continued, smiling at me manically.

"I'll have you back in five minutes, she'll never know." The master pushed open his tardis (the tree) doors, before leaning in closer and whispering.

"It can be our little secret." His breath tickled my ear, causing me to shiver and smile lightly. Keeping my hand in his, the master pulled me into his ship, letting the doors close behind me. His tardis was very different from the doctors. Oddly, it was more cosy. In the center, obviously sat the console. Made of a dark metal with dark red accents on each control. There was a few steps up to it with a railing around it all, sectioning it off. Off to the side, there was two Chesterfield armchairs shaded burgundy. Between them sat a table stacked with books. The room was lit dimly with a warm lighting, in fact, the whole room felt warm. There was stairs leading off to different corridors and floors. Plus, it was much cleaner. I walked up the iron steps and next to the master.

"I like your tardis." He grinned proudly, flicking with the controls skillfully. We were in flight, I could tell. But I didn't even notice him taking off. Usually, when with the doctor, you ended up falling over every three seconds.

"Its nice isn't it?"

"Yes very cosy." I replied, looking around again. There was beams across the ceiling which made me think.

"You could string fairy lights across those. Drape them. It would look pretty." As I lowered my line of sight, I found the master looking at me with an unreadable expression. Taking it that he wasn't impressed, I just giggled and walked around the console.

"Right then!" The master jumped next to me, beaming.

"Let me show you how it's done."

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With a flourish, the master swung open his tardis doors. On the other side, was a throne room. The floor was a peachy marble, with a grey streak running through. The walls were laced with artworks, definitely alien. In the center, sat a throne. Made of what looked to be gold.

"Welcome to. Galactica three. Boring name, I know. There's actually twenty seven. Anyway- it's the third royal space station in its universe." The master placed a hand on the small of my back and lead me out into said Station. I looked around with interest.

"Currently only the Queen and a few guards are on bored." He told me, walking out onto a long, less luxurious looking, corridor. In fact, now I could tell this was just a space station.

"What are we doing here master?" I asked, following him blindly. I trusted him enough to do this, unlike the doctor.

"I'm going to show you what it's like to be treated right."

Currently, I stood beside the master. The Queen was in ropes, tied to a chair. One last guard was by her side, shaking pathetically.

"Why is he trembling?" With a sigh, the master looking at me.

"I dont know, dear. Silly isn't it?" I nod, looking down as the master placed something in my hand. It was his TCE.

"Kill him. He's annoying me." Without question, I shot at the guard, compressing him. The queen screamed for help and the master quickly clamped his hands over my ears.

"Gosh you're loud. There's no need for any of that." He feigned innocence, letting go and patting my hair straight. Slowly, he stepped over to the Queen and bent down to her level. As he reached out a hand, she let out another ear peircing scream. I winced, making eye contact with the master who then sighed in annoyance.

"Shh." He pressed a finger to his lips but she didn't stop. Sucking on his teeth, the make reached inside his jacket and pulled out a white, gun looking, object. It had a place for all four fingers and what looked to be a trigger where his thumb now sat. The master pressed the barrel to the queen's head, effectively shutting her up.

"There we go. Easy right?" She nod quickly.

"What do you want? Money? I can give you money!" He just laughed at her cries, turning and beckoning me over. I went to his side, allowing him to pull me down.

"This lovely lady right here is responsible for the deaths of everyone on galactica seven." As he spoke, the queen's blue skin paled. Her eyes were like sorcers.

"Quite impressive honestly, seventy-five thousand innocent lives. I should clap. But you're not worth my energy." The gun was still pressed to her head, her form shaking.

Her eyes landed on me, desperation clear.

"Miss please! You'll help me right? You can stop him right?" Her voice trembled in fear, eyes building with tears. Sharing another look with the master, he raised his eyebrows, wondering what I would do. Giving the queen a kind smile, I scooted closer.

"Yes, of course." Holding my hand out, she grasped onto it hopefully.

"Really?" Seeing how she truly believed me, I let out a laugh and pushed her back harshly, causing the chair the fall back.

"No you idiot. Why would I help you?" Seeing the spark drain from her face, I grinned and let the master help me to my feet.

"See, such a good team." He winked, walking over to finish his job.

"Gold? Silver? Bronze? Or how about-" The master opened a glass casing inside the throne room and pulled out a necklace. I smiled, letting him stand before me to show me the peice. On a gold chain, there was a cluster of star pendants hanging from it. Made from an opal like jewel, the master clasped it around my neck.

"Beautiful." My face grew hot, even if he was only talking about the jewellery.

"I told you I was more fun than the doctor. I bet she never got you anything." Giggling, I nod and touched the necklace.

"No never." He smiled, collecting a few more treasures from the glass casing.

"I'll take you back where I found you." My heart dropped a little hearing this. I forgot I'd have to go back to the doctor.

"Hey don't look so sad, love." Gently, the master tilted my chin up and stroked my cheek.

"I'll come back for you. We just have to keep up appearances." Before he could pull away, I grabbed his hand.

"Promise?" Sighing, the master linked our fingers together and simpered.

"I promise."

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It became a regular thing, for me to sneak off with the master during my outing with the doctor. We didn't tend to fly off. Usually I'd help him make the situation far worse and more difficult for the doctor to resolve. It was really fun. But this time, the master wasn't here. I knew he'd be busy this time but it was really dragging. To make it worse, we were stuck in what seemed to be the inside of a volcano. An alien volcano. It was beyond hot, we were all covered in soot. All in all, not fun. I watched the doctor, who was dangerously close to the edge of a giant lava lake, being cornered by the general. Basically, a ship had crashed here and he had been killing off his crew one by one. And it looked as though the doctor was next. I could tell yaz was scared, not wanting the blonde to get hurt. As usual, she was giving some sort of speech. It was obviously doing nothing. Rolling my eyes, I ran forward and shoved the general whilst he was distracted. He fell head first into the lava and I smiled in relief.

"(Y/n)! What the hell did you just do?" The doctor yelled, storming over.

"Saving your life. You're welcome." Angrily, she gripped my wrist and dragged me back into the tardis, yaz scampering behind. After she sent the other girl to clean up, the doctor turned to me.

"What gives you the right to kill someone?" I closed my eyes, not having the energy for an argument. I was tired, hot, dirty and extremely hungry.

"The fact he was a murderer and the fact if I didn't do that, you'd be in the lava. Not him." I tried to get my point through but she shook her head violently.

"I was working on it."

"But it wasn't working! Doctor, you cant just talk your way out of every life and death situation! Sometimes you have to take action!" The doctor took a step forward so she was right in my face, her fists were balled up tightly.

"No! I won't allow you to kill!" Flinching at her harsh tone, I looked to the side.

"I dont have to follow everything you say doctor. You're not always right." My voice was far calmer than I was feeling. In fact, I felt light headed. Scoffing a laugh, the doctor leant against the console and nod to herself.

"You are the worst person who I have ever chosen to travel with. I should have left you in the volcano." Her words stung, my eyes following as she left the console room. This is when I realised how much I missed the master. He would never yell at me. If he was here, he'd give her hell. Swallowing thickly, I made my way down to my room and locked the door. Resting my head on the door, I took a shakey breath, trying to supress my tears. It was a weak attempt. I pushed away and turned around, going to my wardrobe. Wait. Quickly, I realised I now had two wardrobes. Praying that my thoughts were right, I immediately relaxed when one of the doors opened and the master popped out. Originally smiling, his face fell upon seeing me.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" My lip trembled, making him act quickly and rush to my side. I instantly fell into his chest, arms gripping the back of his jacket tightly. In turn, he held me against him firmly.

"Hey, its alright." He spoke softly but I shook my head, alerting him more. I cried quietly, basking in his warmth for as long as he'd let me.

"Do you want to come with me?" Nodding quickly, I let him bring me inside his tardis. Sadly, he let go to pilot the ship. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself smiling.

"Fairy lights..." the master looked at me, hearing me speak. And, after a second, he was by my side again. Whilst I'd been gone, he had wrapped fairy lights around the beams.

"You like them?" Nodding, I focused on him again.

"You listened to me? You put them up because-"

"Because you like them." He cut me off, taking me over to the comfy chairs. Letting me sit first, I didn't like the distance but chose not to comment.

"What happened (y/n)?" Looking down, I played with my fingers roughly, not wanting him to see me as weak.

"She got mad, because I killed someone." I told him, cursing my voice for not being stable. Tilting his head, the master sat forward.

"Who did you kill?"

"He was a general, he was going to kill her. So I just pushed him." Struggling to peice everything together, he cast his eyes over me.

"Were you in a fire?" He asked, noticing the soot and Ash finally.

"No, a volcano."

"Right. And when you say pushed?" He urged me to carry on, we made eye contact.

"I pushed him into the lava." The master smiled proudly before shaking himself out of it to focus on the issue at hand.

"So the doctor got high and mighty over the fact you saved her life? Let me guess, she was giving a speech?" She really was that predictable. Bobbing my head yes, he sighed and frowned.

"How angry was she?"

"She said I was the worst companion she's ever had. And that she should have left me in the volcano." I told him nervously, welling up at the thought. After not getting a response, I looked up and was the master was seething. I'd never seen that expression on his face before.

"Master-"

"Are you hurt?" He cut in again, his eyes almost shook. This time, I didn't reply. Blinking back my tears.

"Are you mad at me?" Quickly, he got up and kneeled in front of me. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, the master wiped my face clean.

"No sweets. I'm not mad at you. Not at all." His voice was gentle, moving to sit on the arm of the chair.

"I'm not hurt."

"Good. Because if she ever gets you hurt, I'm not holding back." For a moment, we stared at each other. Until, he cleared his throat.

"Go clean up, I'll wait here ok?" Nodding, I head off to the ships bathroom to shower off all the soot.

The tardis had left me some comfy clothes to change into, thankfully. So, after my shower, I head back to the console room. The master had discarded of his jacket. Leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Seeing me, he came over and took my hand, pulling me along a corridor.

"Where are we going?" We stopped in front of a door before he opened it and stepped in. It seemed to be some sort of living area. A fireplace was roaring at an inviting temperature, with a large sofa in front. Many blankets were piled in a basket off to the side and bookshelves lined the walls. Sitting me on the couch, the master held up a finger before disappearing then coming back with food. For a while, we sat their talking whilst I ate contently. He even cleared up after I was done.

"You're being very nice to me." I giggled, scooting a little closer to him. He grinned, draping his arm around my shoulders.

"Its only what you deserve, love." Blushing, I turned to look at the fire, thinking. Maybe he saw the change in my thoughts because he was quick to question me.

"What's wrong?"

"Just, the things you call me. The way you treat me." I spoke quietly, picking at the fibers in the couch. Concerned, the master turned his body to face mine.

"You don't like it?" Glancing at the male, I smiled seeing his almost pouty face. Never did I think I'd see someone like him, so open and natural. Twisting myself to also face him, I inched forward.

"No, I love it. It makes me very happy." Instantly, he relaxed and went back to his usual simper.

"Good, that's my aim." Resting my head against his arm, I stared up at him curiously.

"Why?"

"Why what?" The master brought his other hand up, gently moving the damp hair off of my face.

"Why do you care so much?" Chuckling at my question, he tilted his head.

"You're smart (y/n). You must know." When I just sat there, looking at him, he shook his head playfully.

"I already said, you're my favourite human."

Smiling, I blushed again and looked down to avoid eyecontact.

"I hope I'm your favourite alien?" Pretending to think about it, I couldn't help but laugh at his astonished face.

"Of course you are." Sitting straight, I really just how close we were and froze slight. The master smirked lightly, placing a hand on my hip. Tension hung in the air, so thick you could probably cut it. Though, it wasn't unpleasant. My heart was beating rapidly and I couldn't stop my eyes wondering to his lips.

"When I said, you're my favourite human." Bringing my attention back, I gazed at him as he spoke. The hand that was once resting on the couch, was suddenly on my back, drawing me in closer.

"That's my way of saying, I really want you to be mine." My eyes widened, not expecting to hear that. I searched his face for any sign if a lie but found nothing.

"You're serious?"

"More serious than anything." The master uttered, cupping my cheek tentivley. I couldn't stop the smile spreading on my face and that seemed to make him happy. Before I could comprehend, I realised he was leaning in. His lips pressed against mine, far softer than I'd ever imagined. Of course, I kissed back, arms coming to wrap around his neck. The master hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me onto his lap. Taking a second to catch my breath, I nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Been waiting to do that since I first saw you." He admitted with a chuckle, knuckles brushing against my leg soothingly.

"Really? Me too. You should have told me sooner." He hummed, kissing the top of my head.

"I dont think the doctor would have appreciated that." Hearing her name, I rolled my eyes and sat up slightly. My hands pressed to his chest, holding myself up.

"I really do not care of what she thinks." The corner of his lips turned up, happy at what I had said.

"I'm glad to hear that, love." I leant forward, reconnecting our lips. The master kisser back, deeper than before. His hands held my waist firmly, stopping me from going anywhere. Not that I would ever want to.

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Draping a blanket over us, the master lay back down behind me, arm hanging over my waist. I shimmied back into his hold, basking in his warmth. Staring at the fire, I thought back to the doctor. How I'd have to go back soon enough. Back to being ignored or ordered around. I really didn't want to do that again. I only felt safe and wanted here, with him. Lightly, the master pressed his lips to my bare shoulder before tucking his head into my neck.

"What's on your mind?" Lacing our fingers together, I hugged his arm close to my chest and sighed.

"I really don't want to go back. I can't do it anymore." The fire crackled, letting off its warmth just enough to be comforting.

"I know I can't, but I just want to stay with you." Being honest with him, I let out a noise of complaint as the master got up.

"I'll be one minute, my love." Whilst he left, I sat up, keeping the covers up and secure around my chest. Just to be decent. Not that it mattered.

"Here." Once reappearing, the master sat by my side, under the blanket. From his hand, I took a white, folded leaflet.

"A carnival?"

"That's what it looks like, right? But, in actuality, its deadly!" Giggling at his exaggeration, I leant back against his chest.

"You give this to the doctor, tell her you want to go there. Then hell breaks loose. You can come help me then I'll set it up to look like you need help, when we'll actually be trapping her. And yaz too. Then you can come with me." Liking his idea, I nod and looked through the leaflet. On the inside, there was a picture of a weird looking clown. Disgusting.

"I'm guessing these clowns aren't actually clowns?" I asked, looking up at the timelord. He smiled, sliding his hands around my waist.

"Actually they are. Killer clowns though. A species that just so happens to look like a human depiction of that very thing." I shivered, not liking the sound of that.

"You know, I really don't like clowns." Putting the leaflet aside, the master lay back and pulled me onto his chest.

"You'll be safe with me, I won't let anything hurt you." Feeling reassured by his words, I smiled.

"You know, I thought you were suggesting that as a first date for a second." Scoffing at the thought, he brought my hand up and kissed it lovingly.

"I think you'll find we had a first date. Killing the queen? Because you're the only queen I need." I shoved him playfully, laughing at his silly flirting. Either way, I couldn't wait.

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"Where did you find this?" The doctor asked, scanning through the leaflet with interest.

"In the library. Can we go? It looks fun." Putting on my best acting, she seemed convinced and punched in the coordinates. It amazed me, after the way she spoke to me, still no apology. She just seemed it under the rug. I wouldn't have to deal with it much longer.

At first, the carnival was actually fun. There were many stalls selling weird looking stuffed animals and sweet treats. Plus, an array of rides and attractions. As we made our way into the main tent, I looked around in search of the master. He hadn't shown up yet, not that I was worried. I had faith in him. Sitting in our seats, the lights went dim and out came the ring master, quite literally. Instantly, the two women beside me tensed up.

"Is that?" Yaz started, moving closer to the doctor. Maybe out of fear, stupid really.

"Yes. What is he doing here?" the doctor glared down at the master, watching as he began to entertain the guests. Everything was going to plan. In a few minutes, all hell would break loose.

"Are we enjoying the show?" He called out, letting the crowd cheer. Walking to the centre of the ring.

"What do we do?" Yaz asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

"We see what he does, make sure to stop him in time." Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I nod along with the doc. It didn't take long for the sun to go down and each individual clown to suddenly just stop. Sensing something bad would happen, the doctor stood up and cast her eyes around. Slowly, their fangs grew, eyes fading to red and skin cracking in a disturbing manner. Honestly, it was pretty creepy.

"What are they?" I asked, feigning my innocence well.

"I have no idea." We watched as one clown sluggishly walked to an audience member. It stood there for a second, twitching, beforehand grabbing the woman and biting a chunk out of her neck ruthlessly. Even I flinched back at this.

"Everyone, run!" The doctor yelled as everyone began to scream and scrable away. Suppressing my smile, I followed after the doc and yaz as they took off below ground. Probably in search of the master, wherever he was.

"We have got to find him." The doctor was using her sonic to scan the area as we trailed behind. Yaz was quick to hop in and stsrt concocting a plan to stop him. All if a sudden, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled to the side. I didn't scream, knowing who it was even by the smallest touch. Looking up, I smiled widely seeing the master in his circus outfit. It even had a red suit jacket. Hugging onto him, he chuckled and stumbled back on surprise.

"Miss me?"

"Of course I did." He hugged me back before taking me away from the corridor near the doctor.

"How was I?" Giggling at his need of my opinion, i kissed his cheek.

"Perfect. You really sold the show." The master grinned at me, going into his tsrdis with me.

"Now then, it's all set up. I've made it look as though you were taken." He told me, pointing things out on his monitor. It showed a room which, on the surface looked normal. However we would use it to trap them so I could leave with the master in peace. Hugging him from behind I pressed my cheek to his shoulder.

"But I was taken." Laughing at my statement, the master turned, bring me into his hold firmly.

"Yes but I don't hear any complaining. I can't help that you find me so irresistible." I smiled as he leant down to peck my lips repeatedly.

"Should we put everything in motion love?"

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Soon enough, the doctor realised I had disappeared and alerted yaz. Together they searched every room for something. Eventually, the doc picked up a signal on her sonic and followed it. Just like we planned. Seeing that they were close, I got into position.

"She should be in here!" Quickly, I closed my eyes just as they entered. I was sat against the wall, head limp with my eyes shut. It looked as if I had been thrown there.

"Oh (y/n). What did he do to you?" Whilst the doctor made her way to me, the master snook out if his hiding spot and behind yaz. Placing his fingers on her temple, she was out light a light. He dropped her down, not so gently, making the doctor turn at the sudden noise.

"Hello doctor." The master smiled menacingly, waving his fingers for effect.

"What did you do to her?!" Immediately I was forgotten about, the doctor rushing to yazs' side to check she was okay. Rolling his eyes, the master stepped over her body and stood behind them.

"She's just asleep. Relax." Not finding the situation funny, the doctor stood up and faced him head on.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, anger clear on her face. Standing straight, the male made sure to hold eye contact.

"I'm simply taking what's mine." The doctor shook her head at him.

"What? You're here to get something someone stole from you?"

"No, not stole. Withheld would be the correct word." Before she could respond, he pulled out a small circular device and fired at the doctor. Within less than a second, cuffs were bounding her hands. She stumbled back onto the floor with a sharp grunt.

"Sorry dear, that might bruise." The master laughed, watching her struggle. Deciding to open my eyes slowly, I peered over to the pair of alien's. Shifting slightly, the doctor caught sight of this but pretended not to notice. The master was rambling about how there was noone to come and help her. How she was stuck here alone.

"Oh really? Because I don't agree." She smiled cockily, clearly thinking I was going to help. Raising his brows, the man scratched at his chin.

"Because I think, maybe you didn't hit her hard enough." Now confused, the master paused.

"What?" The doctor turned her head to me but I didn't move, just looked back with a neutral expression. Following her line of sight, the masters eyes landed on me.

"Oh I see." He muttered, slowly walking over and standing in front of me. The doctor watched eagerly, waiting for me to do something. In a threatening way, the master pulled out a pocket knife and carefully bent to my level. Gradually, he brought the weapon closer and closer, aiming at my chest and then- he stopped. With a smirk, he effortlessly cut the ropes binding my hands. I smiled as he helped me up and took hold of my forearm tenderly.

"They weren't too tight, were they?" He asked, checking for any marks. Simpering, I shook my head.

"Not at all." He relaxed and pressed his lips to my wrist lovingly.

"No.." we both turned, hearing the doctors voice. The master groaned, looking bored all of a sudden.

"Oh I forgot about you." Being me flush to his side, I rested my head on his chest easily. The horror on the doctors face was priceless.

"Of course, when I said I came to take what's mine, I meant (y/n)." She began to shake her head in denial.

"You're lying, (y/n) would never go with you!"

"Wouldn't I?" I said, letting go of him and kneeling in front of her.

"Sometimes you have to learn not everything can go your way. I'm not getting you out of this. You'll just have to wait for yaz to wake up, won't you?" It slowly sunk in that I wasn't joking, that I really was leaving with him. The doctor sat there, raging behind her eyes.

"You just let him hurt us? You don't care?"

"Not anymore. Not after the way I was treated. Especially yaz, constantly ignoring me. She deserves to-" before I could finish, the doctor used all her force to pounce forward. I yelped, head hitting the floor harshly as I landed. Without a second thought, the master gripped her hair and yanked her back.

"You better hope for the sake of that stupid girls life you haven't hurt her!" She grit her teeth as he tossed her aside, returning to me. Carefully, he lifted me up into his arms before giving the doctor one final look.

"Enjoy your week alone."

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The master placed me down onto the bed delicately, making sure I was comfortable.

"Does it hurt?" I just nod slowly, reaching a hand up but I was stopped.

"No touching." He sat beside me, parting my hair to see the damage and sighed.

"Just a bruise. You'll be okay. But next time I see her I swear I'll make her suffer." Smiling, I turned and laid my head on his chest, body instantly melting into his hold. In turn, the master found himself relaxing too.

"I dont doubt that, as long as I can help."

"Oh darling, you know I wouldn't dream of being without you." A kiss was pressed to my cheek, making me happier and smile more.

"Yaz will be out for a couple days, so she can sit and reflect whilst listening to the screams above." Wiggling his fingers, the master mover his hand through the air to simulate what he was saying and I giggled.

"Perfect. It will kill her to know she couldn't save them." The master gazed down, stroking my cheek lovingly.

"I'm so happy to have you, so perfect for me." I leant into his touch and let out a breath. My eyes closed, feeling safe in his grasp and my body needed to reset for a while.

"Sleep now, my love, I have big plans for us."

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so apparently there are some rumers, that joe is dating a girl called kate and that they revealed their realiationship at bfi. I mean I dont care who he is dating, as long he is happy, so am I. But where do those rumers come from?? There is literly no information, just those people saying that they are dating and sending hate mails to kate…

okay, FINE, im going to get into this, tell you all i know, and then that can be it for the questions i keep getting about this, because it really is neverending (and insanely annoying to me) so, lets go

kate is a writer/director who works with/for 'film hub north/bfi network/rianne pictures' as stated in her instagram bio, lives up north near newcastle and is gorgeous

at the london film festival this year she has gone to see hoard

she posted a pic to her insta stories of the Q&A after hoard from her seat in the cinema (like so many other fans did too) and said some nice words about luna and she tagged some people

one of the producers reposted the story into their stories which i think is how people "found" her

kate had a pic taken on one of the bfi red carpets (by herself) AND had a pic taken in a large group, one of who was lorn (lauren quinn - no relation - this is not about her, but people draw conclusions about this too)

NOW

just a couple weeks before, joe made a playlist on his spotify account called "Kate's" with two songs in

so, some girls went 1 + 1 = this is a relationship

kate has red hair and is literally stunning, so they're saying "she's his type, must be true"

kate got messages/insta comments asking about it, she posted a story to her insta that said something along the lines of "this is silly please stop this is my professional account i should be able to post what i want without being harassed i have body dysmorphia pls leave me alone"

went private and then public again shortly after

when i say that there's been 0 actual proof that these two people even know each other, i truly mean that there's 0 proof that these two people know each other at all

if we're just looking at the facts: she's a fan

the end

every time people have been trying to link them up, joe's been pictured/filmed to be by himself

couple weeks ago, kate posted stories to her instagram of her being in malta and, presumably, people started asking questions, because she very quickly went private and deleted the insta stories

she went public again shortly after, and the day that joe was pictured doing a lil food shop in his local tesco's, kate posted a mirror selfie in a lift and behind her, there's an arm in the frame - now, imo, not even close enough to touch her bum, but people went BLACK COAT, THAT'S JOE AND HE'S TOUCHING HER ASS

big sigh

what kate is NOT doing is coming out and denying anything, which is a choice

she doesnt have to do shit, she doesnt owe anyone anything, but to hit the snooze button and ignore everything is definitely a choice

in turn, some girls are taking the no-denying as proof of it being real and have made twitter and tiktok accounts and KEEP FUCKING SENDING ME QUESTIONS THAT KEEP PUSHING THIS TO BE THE TRUTH (they are not nice about it either)

i have yet to see any truth to any of these rumours - to me it feels like a lot of stories being pulled from thin air that some girls find extremely entertaining

i do not

i have no interest in this

don't get me wrong - joe'd be lucky to date someone as pretty as kate, she seems lovely, but i am going to need some actual proof before i just go with whatever some people are trying to sell to me as the truth

please do not reach out to me on anon about this

if you have anything you want to discuss with me, please find me in the tumblr chat messages

thanks <3

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icarustypicalfall · 1 year ago

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ALRIGHT LISTEN

this is just an opinion no need to get in my inbox and hate :)

i GENUINELY wonder if my fics are not good enough, or it's just because i am writing about the "side charachters" and not ghost or könig..

i mean ofc everyone have tastes but the way pepole act on socials and keep out charachters like Rudy and Alejandro makes me wonder if this is a preference or r*cism.

(before you say it, i am not making drama and we can't keep turning around the pot forever)

(also Horangi and Gaz are extremely underrated, fortunately ppl started to include them back after the chaos of September. i understand some people may not like a character or not write for him because they don't want to mess it up. but leaving him out like MANY did isn't okay.)

I am not blaming anyone but genuinely wondering why some charachters get all the attention while we can berly find content for any other character, who are really interesting as well and deserve appreciation.

I am not against any headcanon, sticking with the canon events is fine.

y'all need to let people do what they love, even if you don't like it, someone enjoys it. And the purpose of a fandom is to recreate and make new stuff out of the actual product.

Although, what is extremely wrong is oversexualizing the charachters, making from them some mentally ill monsters and manicas. You should educate yourself on disorders and similar stuff before writing it, you may think it's ok, but in reality love, you are making a huge mistake.

(I've seen some stuff that was extremely messed up and the people who wrote that really need to touch some grass and urgent therapy. Some stuff shouldn't be posted at all..)

Also, the face models are actual people.. and the comment section under their posts makes me sick.. some of y'all took the digital footprint for granted..

remember they can read, or see anything you'll say. they have family, friends seeing what y'all say about them..

imagine seeing someone say that stuff about your friend or parent..

Also Samuel Roukin and every other actor are beautiful, they are humans and don't have to be a flawless super model.(he is in fact very handsome 🤭)

Look in the mirror darling and remember that the person you are hating on is a human just like you and have feelings.

AS A CONCLUSION

- you can like whoever you want i am not judging anyone and i am not forcing you to like any character 🤦🏻‍♀️

can't believe i had to add this ppl seriously need to touch grass

-give other characters attention

-dont hate on others for having different opinions

-the face models are humans

-there is some point where you should ask yourself if what you wrote is okay

-its könig not konig

-graves is an antogonist and was supposed to be evil

- all of the charachters did something wrong at some point, this is war and not roses and flowers

this is my opinion and idc i wanted to rant cuz i had enough

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chronicallyuniconic · 6 months ago

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TW: ableism, disability hate/discrimination

TLDR: the government proposed changes to benefit rules for disabled people in the aim of "getting them back to work" this has sowed so much hate that the 'people' are attacking the disabled as if we're lazy or scrounging the system, using their status as a taxpayer for reasoning.

this fucking government and the humans we're sharing society with...i swear to God, it has dragged out SO much hate in the past couple weeks regarding people with disabilities who are out of work, disabled people who receive benefits like universal credit, personal independence payment, carers allowance and motability cars, and so on

they are directly attacking disabled people as if we're choosing not to work. as if we're lazy. as if we just don't want to. as if we're turning down jobs instead of taking them, as if we're stealing from the government & taxpayers (people who have a job)

because of this, it's brought all kinds of disgusting out on my twitter page (if you go looking, I'd advise a TW for ableist & direct abusive comments). it's brought out direct hate, for stating that its nobody's business, that we deserve to live, that we should have the freedom to buy what we choose with what we do receive.

met with comments like "the taxpayer is paying for you to buy shit" "you must be obese on 40 fags a day with 2 kids" "can't stop buying takeaways" "you're just fucking lazy" "what an entitled person saying freedom to buy" "you should have the bare minimum" amongst other degrading comments. as well as these, were a majority of misinformed people, who don't have a clue how the benefits system works. it isn't easy.

if it was easy, and you supposedly receive "thousands a month," wouldn't everyone be doing it?? that response is usually met with "cos I'm not stealing from the state" "cos I'm not lazy" "cos I go to work" nah, they just know, it isn't easy, and they're not getting anywhere with it.

I dare any of those fuckers that think like this, to quit their jobs & sign up to the system. I fucking dare you. how quickly your life will fall apart. good luck if you're paying a mortgage. good luck in general.

I never thought I would end up relying on benefits. I never wanted to rely on the government. and I still don't. I hate having to ask for help. I don't know anyone that doesn't. the government know they can't just do nothing for disabled people, it's part of the social circle. disability has existed in humans for as long as humans have existed.

it's frustrating. they don't know. they don't want to know. they don't try to know. they don't try to understand. they don't care. they roll their eyes when they're told it could be them any day. and when it is, they'll realise the actual living hell it is, to having to rely on a system because.. YOU ARE UNABLE TO WORK. what is it about that phrase that evaporates over their heads.

I WAS a taxpayer. but even if I wasn't, do they think those born with permanent disabilities, which definitively leave them unable to do anything, are lazy, or "sponging" or "could just look for a job" do they blame having to pay for them too? cos they won't admit it. they can't admit their true hate, but I see it, feel it, hear it. they'd rather us dead let's be damn honest.

I have a masters degree. I was in education from aged 3 to aged 25. but since diagnosed later with permanent disability(it was always there), it means nothing, I know that, I don't need to be told by anyone else. and the jobs and experience I had, also means nothing. many dont get to have the things I had, and I'm grateful I got to, because I understand with my whole heart, how hard it is as a disabled person, to achieve anything.

they tell you "just get a job" like we haven't considered that. like we've not all tried to find the job, that is accessible, can support your needs, has the working hours you can cope with. jobs like this don't exist for the majority. one day I am fine, the next 7 days I might be incapacitated. I might only be okay between the hours of 3am to 6am one day, and 3pm to 4pm the next. employers especially, do not care for that. at all. they cannot cope with the fluctuations of a disabled person. we are all absolutely individual, even with the same diagnoses. employers are not set up, supported or provided with the education, to allow disabled people into their business.

"if you can write, text, tweet, upload on your phone, then you can do a job" I'd love to attach a picture of my positioning and setup but honestly I'm past giving evidence to these asshats. they forget about text to speech, my screen scrolls with my eyes, screen reads back to me, there's a bunch of adaptability and accessibility they don't care or even know about.

so..even if we do find that one in a billion job, we have to get there. I can't do anything without someone driving me. I'm physically not able. but they don't care about that either.

work from home, they say. i don't tolerate screens well, migraines have been a huge fluctuating problem because of epilepsy. I can't sit up for very long at all, i am 90% bed and housebound, only really leaving my home for appointments. i cannot process a big influx of information anymore, my brain is like swiss cheese, I cannot read or take in the things that are important, in order for me to carry out my job. I rely on another person for the majority of my day.

any job we would find, would never allow us to rise through the ranks, to improve our standing and footing on the ladder, to ever experience a payrise or be treated like your non disabled peers.

it doesn't matter to them either, that the impact of the job can and usually does, affect the person's disability negatively. when your life only involves your job, it's not your life, is it?

it doesn't matter to them that the impact of working can lead many people to become so bad they can't work anymore. (hello, waves, me!!)

they expect you'll just get over that permanent problem. or you will work through it in a couple days. they don't understand constant symptoms, debilitating symptoms, twenty four hours a day symptoms. symptoms that incapacitate you. but they expect you to work through it anyway.

that's not how it works.

I was told "take up a hobby and get paid for it" why?? are you? are building lego and selling it? are you gaming on your computer and selling that? why should I use my fun time, my hobby, as an income. of which, the income would be so minimal, it would never cover rent, it would unlikely buy any food shopping at all, because ...it's a hobby. it's not my job. why would I sacrifice my hobbies, when you don't have to? my hobby, is also not my worth.

who's setting up the website and shop for my hobby? who's managing the orders? who's posting them? I made one hobby last week so have been unable to make 3 more hobbies, who's managing for that??

I hate this government for every hateful, spiteful, cold, calloused, manipulative, condescending, degrading, inhumane comment.

it's not even anger, it's like a complete state of fed up mixed with disappointment, lack of community on the issue, sadness of people's reactions, to disabled people.

I'd love for them to look my mother in law with stage 4 cancer, in the eyes and tell her to just get a job, after 38yrs of employment.

absolute cretins. the worst of humanity.

sorry it's so long, I am just 😪🥱😮‍💨😮‍💨

#tw ableism #tw abuse #tw disability #conservatives #uk politics #disability benefits #chronic life #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #spoonie problems #chronic migraine #mental health #social media #uk government #i hate the internet #i hate the government

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