#i have A LOT of these clips suddenly. maybe i should gif them but you know what. that takes time and effort and erases the delightful audio

[goosewriting]

Of bunk beds and confessions

summary: when there’s a new crew member on the Mantis, reader feels discouraged to confess to Cal.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: slight spoilers for Jedi Fallen Order, dw it has a happy ending uvu

word count: 2.8k

A/N: recently finished JFO (finally! lol) and i have A Lot Of Feelings so, here you go

prompt used: hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."(source, by @urfriendlywriter)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You’re waiting on the Mantis with Cere and Greez for Cal to get back with the Astrium. You’re currently on Dathomir, and you’re not entirely sure what he had to do to get the thing, but he comm’d you some minutes ago saying he’s on his way back to you.

You stand at the top of the ship’s ramp, trying to see if you can see him somewhere. You’ve been worried out of your mind when he would send you short and clipped messages, telling you he had to fight some mysterious but apparently very powerful traveller he met on this planet. The whole place gave you the creeps; with the Nightsisters gone and all, it just felt like a hollow, haunted memory of a civilization. 

Despite everything being tinted red, from the rocky formations all the way up to the sky, your eyes catch a familiar flash of copper hair. Your head turns and you look out to Cal, who’s about to reach the ship. Only then do you finally allow yourself to breathe properly again. 

The thought crosses your mind that, with how worried you are when Cal’s gone, not knowing if it’s the last time you’ll see him when you wish the Force to be by his side as he leaves for several hours, only to come back all beat up… Maybe you should finally tell him how you feel. It’s a selfish thought, but you’re not sure how much longer your heart can take this. 

Turning back inside, you shake your head and try to calm the pounding against your ribcage. The important thing is that he’s back, he’s alive. 

“Cal’s back!” you call to the rest of the crew, and everyone gathers around the dinner table just as Cal walks up the ramp to the Mantis.

“You found it!” Cere says when she sees the small, black item in Cal’s hand, who’s showcasing it.

Suddenly, there’s a flurry of green and black behind him as a person appears out of thin air.

“Whoa, who’s this?” Greez asks, pointing to the stranger. 

As you take in her appearance, you kinda freeze: it’s a Nightsister. BD beeps excitedly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the pilot asks the droid, still unsure about her presence on his ship.

“It means I’ll be joining you,” she says, with an accent and with confidence. You look at Cal, hoping for him to intervene, but instead, he looks excited. Cal points to each of you, introducing you all by name to the newcomer.

“And this is Merrin,” Cal finishes, pointing to her.

“Wha–” Greez looks up at him just as shocked as you are. “She’s a witch, isn’t she?��

“A Nightsister,” Merrin corrects him. “Your fear is unnecessary.”

“I couldn’t have gotten the Astrium without her,” Cal explains. “We fought Malicos together. I trust her.”

Those words hit you like a bag of bricks. He trusts her. They fought together. She must be a skilled warrior, then. Meanwhile you’re just… you. And next to her, it doesn’t feel like enough. 

“And we trust you,” Cere retorts with a smile directed at Cal, then turns serious as she looks at Merrin. “You will have to earn it.” 

“Fine, grab some seat,” Greez mutters under his breath as he makes his way to the cockpit. “As long as she doesn’t do anything funny.”

“Welcome aboard,” Cere finally says to Merrin and follows Greez to the front of the ship. 

Cal looks after them for a second, then turns to the new crew member.

“They like you,” he remarks, and looks at you as if waiting for you to add something, but you’ve long averted your eyes from him. 

The image of Cal looking at Merrin is now burned in your retinas. Doubt and jealousy spread within you, so you leave for the back of the ship, missing Merrin’s questioning gaze on you. 

Greez sets course for Zeffo to bring the Astrium to the temple and finally, hopefully get the Holocron. You wonder what will happen after that. Is the crew gonna split up? You sure hope not; you don’t really have anywhere else to go.

You didn’t join the Mantis team much earlier than Cal did, so this was your first time you were on the move with Jedis, and if you were being honest, you liked it. Most of it, at least. You liked the sense of adventure, sure. The constant worry about a certain redhead, not so much. And yet you can’t get enough of him and his boyish smile as he apologises for the scratches and bruises you nurse back to health. You’re sure that you’d follow him to the end of the Galaxy if he asked you to. 

But that probably isn’t gonna happen, not if you correctly read how Cal and Merrin exchanged looks throughout the evening when eating dinner. Merrin asked for her steak rare, and you felt that with every jab of her fork into the meat (which to you was way too red), she was looking in your direction. You really weren’t in the mood to confront the newcomer, especially when Cal and even BD seemed so thrilled to have her here, so you tried to ignore her most of the day. Which probably wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but there were other things on your mind.

When the time came to sleep, the crew had to make a few changes. The Mantis has four separate rooms with two bunks each, and until you figure out something better, Cal volunteered to bunk with Greez so Merrin could have her own room.

Now lying in your bed at night, you think back to how you almost didn’t get to talk at all with Cal since he arrived with the Astrium today, despite how worried you were. Just like every other time he’s gone ever since this race for the Holocron started.

As the medic of the crew you’ve had to patch up Cal several times, often giving him a piece of your mind, given how badly injured he came back sometimes. You don’t consider him to be reckless though, in fact you saw how competent he is first-hand when he defended you from an Inquisitor. But still you can’t help the knot in your throat and the tightening in your chest that only loosen up when you see him coming back to the Mantis in one piece. 

And just like every time he came back, today too he sat on the chair as you cleaned up his wounds. Usually you two would chat while you work, but today you had refrained from saying too much, scared that the conversation would shift to the new crew member, and as such giving away how you felt about her. Not that you disliked her (you still hadn’t dealt with Merrin enough to get an idea of the person she was), but her being seemingly close to Cal had put a significant dent in your confidence. Your plans of confessing your feelings to him were now thrown into the bin and you felt silly for ever thinking you had a chance to begin with.

You sigh to yourself in your bunk, pulling the blanket up to your chin and waiting for the ship’s constant hums of hyperspace to lull you to sleep. But at the speed your mind is racing, you doubt sleep will come your way any time soon.

Just as you’re considering doing some reading instead of sleeping in an attempt to tire yourself out, there’s a knock at your door.

Your breath hitches and you tense up. The first person that comes to mind is Merrin; what if she’s here to tell you off or something? To confront you about your attitude at dinner? Or worse, what if she’s here to… hurt you? 

No wait, that’s ridiculous. Shaking away your thoughts, you clear your throat.

“Come in,” you call to the person on the other side.

Much to your surprise, when the door slides open, it’s Cal standing there. A shirtless Cal to be exact, only wearing sweats. He's holding BD in his arms and quickly comes in, closing the door behind him, and approaches you to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I did not know a body so small could snore so loudly” he remarks and yawns. 

Even though you've seen Cal without his shirt plenty of times when patching him up, you can feel the heat prickling your cheeks. You really hope he can’t see how you're eyeing him up, no matter how much you try to tear away your gaze.

“Can I… sleep here tonight?” he asks, and your heart skips a beat. You internally reprimand yourself for that as he’s obviously asking about the bunk above you, not about sharing your bed. 

“Of course,” you reply, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you. 

He thanks you and climbs onto the bed. BD beeps something you don't understand, and Cal answers in quiet whispers you can't really hear.

Some minutes pass by, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Now there is for sure no way you'll fall asleep, great. You plan on waiting for him to pass out so you can pull out your book, but Cal keeps shifting back and forth, seemingly unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. 

“Can’t sleep?” you ask after some time, and he sighs deeply.

“Sorry, I'm probably shaking the whole thing,” he says with a sheepish chuckle.

“Wanna sleep down here?” you find yourself proposing, and mentally facepalm yourself. What you meant to say was “Want to switch places?”, but now you made it sound like you're inviting him to sleep in your bed with you. Not that you'd have anything against it, but he's probably taken aback by it–

His fiery hair hangs from his head as he’s peeking down over the edge of the bunk to look at you.

“Really?” he asks, and you can't tell if the tone of his voice is teasing or hopeful. He probably understood what you meant about switching places, right? And that's what he means to do?  

You merely nod your head with an affirmative hum, and Cal’s face disappears so he can properly climb down. He comes to stand beside the bed just as you're sitting up to get out. You're about to throw your legs over the edge when he places a knee next to you, and you freeze.

“Scoot over” he instructs, and you follow. He lifts the blanket and slides under.

You turn on your side with your back to him, trying to shuffle all the way to the wall so he has enough space. Instead you feel yourself being pulled back as Cal hugs you from behind and brings you into his chest, tangling his legs with yours. BD joins the nap pile as well and settles at the end of the bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, tightening his hold around your waist ever so slightly, and you're still too stunned to speak, so once again you merely nod, and he heaves a deep sigh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Is this okay for you though?” you suddenly blurt out. He lifts his head at the question.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought… you and Merrin…” you say and immediately regret it, forcing yourself to shut up. You should have just kept silent and enjoyed this moment. 

“What about her?” Cal asks, the arm at your waist pulling you over to lie on your back while he props himself on his elbow to look down at you.

You don’t answer immediately, unsure of what to say. You fidget with the hem of the blanket. 

“I don't know, the way she looked at you… I thought you two...”

He gives you a small, maybe even shy, smile.

“Greez was snoring,” he states, which seems pretty unrelated, so you quirk an eyebrow at him. “And whose room did I go to?”

You avert your gaze from his, not wanting to give in just yet. Somewhere in the back of your brain there was still a little voice saying that there's no way he's implying what you think he's implying, and that you shouldn't get your hopes up because you're only gonna get crushed.

Then he softly calls your name, and you're suddenly aware of how he can possibly not just hear but feel how your heart is pounding against your ribs, with his body pressed to your side. His hand reaches up to gently hold your chin, turning your face to look at him, and your cheeks burn once more.

The way he looks at you, how the dim lighting from behind seems to form the faintest of halos against his copper hair, how his ocean eyes shine through the darkness and look into yours longingly… You make sure to commit everything to memory, afraid of this moment ever ending. You're so busy counting every freckle, tracing every line of his face with your eyes, his jaw, his collarbones, that you miss how his own eyes flicker to your lips for a moment, and he starts leaning in. 

Before you can even process what’s happening, Cal presses his lips to yours. The touch is feather-light, almost like he’s scared to press too hard. Just as quickly as it started, it ended much too soon. Pulling back only enough to look at you, he’s about to say something, but you go first.

“Do it again,” you demand in a whisper. “Please.”

Cal’s happy to oblige and leans back down, now with more confidence. This time he feels you reciprocate, so he moves on top of you, his arms on either side so as not to crush you with his weight. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue, and you open your mouth to meet it with your own. Your hands reach up, one around his toned back, the other over his shoulder, to his nape, and into his fiery hair. Tangling your fingers into the strands, you pull ever so slightly and he groans into the kiss. If you thought your cheeks were burning before, now your whole body is positively ablaze. 

He breaks the kiss for much needed air, peppering some more on your jaw and neck, which makes you giggle lightly. 

You’re both panting lightly, trying to get your breathing and erratic hearts under control, still looking at each other in awe of what just happened, when BD suddenly beeps.

“Wha- Yeah, I was about to!” Cal says over his shoulder to the droid.

“What did he say?” you ask, cupping his face with both your hands, and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

“He said I should tell you how I feel about you,” he explains sheepishly, and when you chuckle at that, he looks back at you.

“I think you’ve made it plenty clear” you tell him with a grin. “But you can’t never be too sure.”

Cal stifles a laugh while shaking his head, hugging you to him and turning around so now you’re on top of him. The action makes you squeak in surprise, and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you hide your face in his chest in embarrassment. He chuckles, and you can feel it rumbling through you both. 

“Then let me clear it up,” he starts and his face gets a bit more serious. His hand comes up to hold your face, brushing over your cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re the first thing to make sense in a very, very long time. I’ve been running, hiding for so long… You reminded me that there’s more to life than just survival. And now I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”

You place your own hand over his own, leaning into it and closing your eyes to savour the moment and make sure that you’re not dreaming. After a moment you look back up at him with a smile you can’t stop from spreading no matter how hard you try, not that you’d want to. 

Since you don't really know how to answer and put your feelings into words, you decide to kiss him one more time. It’s cut short though as you have to lean back for a yawn you can’t stifle. Despite your racing heart and the million thoughts going through your head right now, the claws of sleep are slowly creeping in to claim you. 

You kinda slump onto Cal, who huffs in surprise but hugs you nonetheless, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as you nestle your body against his, your leg over his hip.

“I also want you to stay in my life, Cal,” you mumble as you lazily trace shapes onto his skin. “Even after we find the Holocron and everything, no matter where you go, I’ll be right by your side and kiss you better when you get your ass beat by some monster somewhere.”

“Can’t wait,” he says with a chuckle and a kiss to your head, then wishes you good night, hugging you impossibly closer to him.

[0alanasworld0]

Idiot (Abde Ezzalzouli x reader)

Description: Abde struggles to come to terms with his feelings for his new friend at Barca

Warnings: none

“So do you know her?”

“Ya Allah, Gavira! Just because she’s Moroccan, doesn't mean I know her!”

“But you said she was a good player!”

“I saw the promo clips when she signed, it’s a small world but not every Moroccan in Spain is a family friend!”

Pablo goes to make a comment once more but both of them are suddenly taken aback as you land a trick. One that Abde had coined not too long ago. Their mouths are parted slightly in shock and amazement as you go about your regular training drills.

“Geez! Wait to make it subtle that you’re already in love, boys!” Alexia jokes as she slaps them both on the back, breaking them out of their trance. They quickly shake off whatever came over them and continue onto their section of the field to train.

Abde just can’t take his eyes off you, every free second he gets while Gavi fumbles with the ball is spent looking over at you. He tells himself that it's so he can get his own moves together to be as clean as yours but he notices other things too: your smile seems to brighten an already clear summer day, and the way the corners of your eyes crinkle is absolutely adorable, you’ve made your teammates laugh countless times, your nose crinkles every once in a while from what he can only assume to be allergies. You should really top up on some medication for that-

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!” Abde exclaims, rubbing his head where Ferran just kicked one of the balls.

“Get your head in the game, man! We’re up against those idiot Madridistas in three days and you’ve spent all your time swooning over the girls. It’s fine to be a horndog but you’ve just come back and you’re gawking!” Ferran shakes his head, expression changing from disappointment to smugness with Gavi’s next comment.

“I’m pretty sure he’s actually only ‘gawking’ at one of them” he pitches in which unsurprisingly results in a hard pinch from Abde.

“New girl?”

“Obviously- OW COULD YOU QUIT THAT!” Pablo exclaims, rubbing his arm.

“How would you know?! Maybe I’m just looking at one of the others! Or the goalposts, they look brand new…” Abde trails off, realising that he isn’t helping himself and that silence may have been a better way forward. Unfortunately, it’s too late for him.

“Wait to defend yourself!” They all laugh as they grab their things to head off for their break. Gradually, everyone else on the grounds peels off as well which eventually leaves only him and the one that had caught his eye. He tries to keep things discreet, kicking the ball around every once in a while, absentmindedly practising his own tricks while you go over yours. While the first was familiar to him, this one is new and once again has him captivated.

All of a sudden, his legs are carrying him over to where you’re practising and he feels as if he has no control of them. Before he knows it, he’s standing right in front of you and god, you’re that much more dazzling close up. As if things couldn’t get more nerve-wracking he isn’t really able to control what comes out of his mouth either. That wasn’t normal for him, he had perfect control over other things.

“That was some trick!” He chuckles nervously, hoping to catch your attention. He’s thankful that he was quiet enough to not have completely startled you as you slowly look up at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” You wink with a small laugh. And with that he can feel the heat crawling up his neck and the blood rushing to his cheeks. He hopes that by some miracle that it isn't visible to you as he stumbles over his words.

“Yeah! Of course- I mean you’re great! I can see why they signed you.” He assures, barely able to get the simple words out and your cute little smile wasn’t really helping his predicament.

“That means a lot coming from a player with your performance record.” You shyly admit, avoiding his gaze. That should have built up his own confidence a little bit more but somehow he was even more nervous. You had watched him play? And to top it off, you liked him? Oh he was a goner. No doubt about it.

He goes to say something again but he’s interrupted by the sound of someone yelling. You both turn your heads to see Aitana beckoning you over to join them for lunch. A part of you was disappointed because you liked Abde and wanted to keep talking to him but another part of you was simply relieved. He made you nervous. Cute, funny, suave, a player you admired yourself. And he was talking to and complimenting you? It made you incredibly nervous and you feared you would end up embarrassing yourself if you continued the conversation any longer. So you take the way out.

“Sorry! We planned on going out for lunch so I should probably go but it was really nice meeting you!” You explain quickly and he can sense your apprehension so he quickly attempts to reassure you a little.

“Don’t worry about it, we have to train together at some point though?” He suggests and smiles at the way you immediately nod your head.

“I’ll see you later then?” You ask and he affirms your suggestion. With that you give him one last smile and jog over to your teammate, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He was disappointed he couldn’t keep the conversation with you going any longer and get to know you better but his heart was still fluttering at the image of your smile. You were beautiful beyond words. All of a sudden, the next day just couldn’t come sooner and he was kicking himself that he hadn’t asked for your number before you left him. Rookie error.

It’s the same thing again once training recommences with Abde’s eyes drifting towards you every now and again except now he’s receiving the same treatment. You look over every once in a while and give him your signature smile and it only makes him more error-prone while you still manage to impress everybody with your own skills. What on earth had you done to him?

“Just ask her on a date man, you’ve been making lovey-dovey eyes at each other for the past hour and I think I’m gonna be sick.” Pedri rolls his eyes and Abde swiftly smacks the back of his head.

“Shut up, I just met her, it's not like that.”

“Yet” Pedri adds the crucial final word that Abde would rather have left in the air, it seemed a little too real to say it out loud himself. He could also gather that you were supremely shy and the last thing he wanted to do was scare you off.

Much to his luck, it's decided that the final exercises are to be done together. As soon as everyone is allowed to pick pairs, he feels destined to be with you. And thankfully for him you’re already looking at him with a smile as he walks over once again.

“We meet again.” He nudges you softly and you shrug in response.

“Its fate, I guess!” You’re quite proud of your witty remark and the sound of his laughter is music to your ears, calming your nerves at least a little before the ball is kicked in your direction and you’re given directions for the exercise. Some simple passing, increasing the distance for each successful pass because Xavi and Giraldez knew how important those basics were.

Everyone could agree that this exercise was necessary but tedious. The mutters of disapproval could be heard across all of the players as they lined up opposite their training partners. Although you were quiet, Abde could tell you weren’t particularly happy to be doing the exercise either and took it as an opportunity. No mistakes. No slipping up. This was his chance to impress you. He had a lot of tricks up his sleeve and he was almost certainly gonna be using all of them today if it meant making the session more bearable for both of you.

As the passing distance increases, he allows the ball to hit his shoulder, you twist one leg behind the other and allow the ball to stop clean at your ankle and you both become so invested that neither of you realise when almost everyone has already left with the session drawing to a close.

When you do finally miss the pass, you get a chance to break away from the cycle and take a look around. Of course there were still people around: some of the groundsmen checking the goalposts and removing extra cones, some of the la masia youngsters having a little kick-about, the coaches on the bench discussing plans. But it was a lot quieter, and darker. It was peaceful and you found yourself wanting to stay a little longer.

Your thoughts are interrupted by your training partner.

“Y’know as a defender, your shooting skills could probably use some work.” He comments coolly and you clutch your imaginary pearls in offence.

“I suppose you could use some work on passing the ball before running it out of play!” He gasps with the same look of offence as yours and he’s immediately grabbing the ball off your hands and stomping over to one of the goalposts.

You spend the next hour or so practising something you both found a little more exciting. Some of your slide tackles and his moving passes for you to shoot. Beyond that hour, both of you are exhausted and the extra training is reduced to some simple shooting practice for the both of you.

“Y’know I was joking about you running the ball out of play?” He laughs softly at the innocent admission. Of course you had to be the sweetest person on the planet. It was no wonder he and everyone within the barca team adored you. Especially him though.

“I’m glad to hear it, anjo! For all its worth, your shooting isn’t too bad either.” With that you roll your eyes, unable to hold back your smile as you grab the ball from the back of the net and walk over to your bag. And of course, he’s quick to follow. Although the sun is setting and you’re both exhausted, he can’t help but still want to spend more time with you.

“So where are you off to next?” He asks and you look up from zipping up the equipment bag.

“Straight home, I usually don’t spend this extra time practising my tackles and I think I deserve the rest.” He laughs again and you feel your heart rate sparking at the sound. You think could listen to it all day, interactions with him came so natural that you couldn’t help but want to spend even more time with him.

“I could take you home for your troubles?” He offers and hus heart sinks when you shake your head. Although his spirit is lifted a little witu your reasoning.

“No way! I couldn't ask that of you; you need the rest just as much as I do!” But he isn’t having it.

“Anjo, nothing would make me happier than to take you home. I couldn’t let you take the bus at this time in the evening” he reminds and you allow yourself to think for a second. You look at him and eventually give him a small nod. You don’t miss the way his entire face lights up but you choose not to assume anything just yet. The last thing you wanted to do was misread any signals.

He’s ecstatic beyond words and beyond what is apparent on his face. He’s quick to give you the aux and once he’s inputted your address, you play one of your favourite songs. Much to your luck, it's one of his too.

Although you try to keep your head down, you can’t help but let your eyes drift to him. More specifically his hands on the wheel. His nails were well-kept and short, the veins bulged whenever he gripped the wheel to turn, and moreover they were huge. They would probably be able to envelop your own easily. You were trying to stop yourself from thinking that way but you just couldn’t help it. Thankfully he’s there for break you away from those thoughts for a little bit.

“So you’re pretty new to the area huh?” He attempts to create some small talk in an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts he’s thinking ahead. Too far ahead for someone he had only just met.

“I guess, I’m sure I’ll get the hang of this place eventually.” You shrug, trying to be cool althought he fact that you really knew nothing of the area did make you very anxious.

“I mean, would I be happy to help! Might be fun to have a partner in crime for exploring?” He offers yet another opportunity for the pair of you to spend time together and he is able to turn and face you once he reaches a red light. He’s celebrating on the inside as you once again accept his offer.

“That sounds nice!” You agree and he returns his gaze back to the road but you can see his smile still. God he was a sight for sore eyes.

The rest of the car ride, he points out some of his favourite spots to you and places he thinks you would love. He even points out his own place which really isn't too far away from your own, you’re happy to learn. He made the otherwise hive-inducing idea of navigating such a busy and vibrant part of Spain into an exciting one. You couldn't wait for him to show you around.

You’re both visibly disappointed when you finally reach your place and you sigh out as he parks the car.

“Thank you for bringing me home.” He shakes his head.

“It was my pleasure. I like spending time with you, anjo. You’re doing me the favour here!” Jokes and almost freezes when you wrap him in a hug. Focus on the almost because he immediately has his arms around you in response and he cant help but hide his face in the join between your shoulder and neck as your hand is gentle on the back of his head.

“You need to give me your number.” He’s too focused on making sure he gets that detail before he lets himself forget again and you laugh softly.

“So long as you text me when you get home.” You reluctantly release yourselves from the hug and you type your number into his phone. When you return it to him, he gives you a kiss on the cheek before finally letting you go and before you close the door, you make sure to send him one last wave before you enter your home. You quickly jog up to your room, taking off your kit and getting into your night clothes. You practically throw yourself onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets against your skin, grabbing your phone and awaiting his message. It's no surprise that once he texts, neither of you can stop and you spend the whole night talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

“Oh don’t be like that, anjo! You got through that better than some of our boys would!” He teases and you shake your head, pulling at the hair ties that held your intricate braids together. Given that your hands were still sore from the forfeit exercise, you weren’t exactly being gentle with them and Abde is quick to scold you.

“Anjo, the last thing you need to be doing is tearing out chunks of your hair. It’s far too beautiful for that.”

Gentle as ever, he removes your hands from your hair and takes over the job. You can barely feel it when the little hair bands are being removed which was a nice change to normal. Perhaps he was onto something. You can almost certainly feel the next thing he does however. Still gentle, he carefully combs through the hair to remove the braid pattern and return it to its normal state. He can’t help but run his fingers through and admire the little waves the braids have left. You can’t help but sigh out in relief of the feeling of your hair being released from the style and his soft hands tenderly running through the locks.

“Thank you.” You mumble, perhaps a little too relaxed and exhausted to add anything else. He leaves a kiss behind your ear that causes your face and neck to heat up but it was all friendly. You told yourself that he didn’t like you that way. He was just being affectionate. There was no way.

“You know if you’re too tired to go out today, I can just take you home.” He rests his head on your shoulder while you consider the option. He was always so thoughtful with you. Always noticed the little things that even you barely considered. It made your heart beat faster and your stomach explode with butterflies. Everything about him just made you flustered. You couldn’t help it and you had to wonder sometimes whether he knew what he was doing to you.

“But the blueberry muffins…” you whine, barely audible but he’s so close that he hears.

“Okay but you’re going straight home after that to sleep this off.” His attempt to be stern with you isn’t working at all because you just know that he’ll be the first to text you when you get home and he won’t be able to stop himself from continuing after that. Not that you would ever complain.

The club photographers have had a field day with the interaction. Overjoyed with the moments they captured. The little moment of him happily undoing your braid was a precious one. There were already plenty of videos of the two of you messing around in the background of training videos. The photos they took only added to what was already there. Nothing new but so painfully adorable.

When you reach the cafe, you practically fall into your seat and relax into the comfortable booth with a dramatic sigh. Abde looks on with a raised eyebrow at your little display, admittedly a little concerned.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” He asks for the umpteeth time and you give the same answer.

“This place has healing energy! It’ll be good for me! Plus, I haven’t had the blueberry muffins in too long…” you explain.

And to your credit, you do manage to wake up a little as you admire the surroundings. You look absolutely ethereal with the golden sun beams illuminating your face and Abde can’t help but take a picture. If only you could see yourself in his eyes. He was not simply calling you anjo for nothing.

Although you feel almost completely refreshed by the end of the little cafe date, he still insists that you go home and get some proper rest, during your time in the cafe and on the car ride home, you listen to some of his stories from his time in qatar and with osasuna, a team which he clearly still had a soft spot for. You never missed the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about them. So loving and affectionate about his loan team. It only made you fall harder for him. Did he know what he was doing to you?

Although he initially intended to only drop you off at your place. Genuinely. But the offer to stay at your place for a bit was too good to pass up. And couldn't possibly upset you by declining so before you know it, you’re both splayed out on the soft rug in your living room, continuing your text conversations but in person.

“Wait, so those weird caricature paintings were real kids that didn’t manage to escape through the tunnel in time?!” He already wasn’t a huge fan of Coraline but what you were telling him freaked him out even more.

“Yeah-“ you don’t have time to get another word in before he has to clarify.

“And those kids are the ghost kids?! Nah this movie is fucking weird, I don’t like it.” He huffs. It always made you giggle that a guy like him that absolutely ADORED horror movies was drawing a line at a stop motion but you couldn’t blame him. The film was quite literally built to be uncomfortable.

You look over at your window to see it already getting dark out and you sit up. Naturally he does too, a little confused.

“We really spent three hours talking about absolutely nothing, huh?” You both laugh for a little while but once it dies down, you frown at his next comment.

“I should probably be getting home now, huh?” He wonders out loud and he’a surprised to see you shake your head.

“It's way too dark! Anything could happen! anything!” There was no way you would be letting him leave at an hour like this. His heart warms at your concern so he awaits your next suggestion.

“I’m sure I have some large sized clothes lying around somewhere, give me a second.” He tried to intervene but you’re already off before he gets a chance.

He couldn’t help but be a little excited. He was sure he was gonna try and make things official with you soon and this only solidified that desire. Spending the night?! That had to mean something.

Indeed you do manage to find some clothes that were huge on you and you come back with a spring in your step, throwing them at him. It's just a pair of joggers and a graphic T-shirt but that would be enough for the night, you decide.

Once he comes back from getting changed, the sight is something that leaves you flustered. The joggers fit fine, perhaps a bit smaller than he would like but fine. The shirt on the other hand… left nothing to the imagination. Not that you were complaining but you could see it all. His biceps stretching out the arm holes, the harsh and angular planes of his abs and chest were so well defined that you wondered whether he would be better off wearing nothing at all. You certainly wouldn't mind that either.

“Yeah… I usually go a few sizes bigger but it’ll do. Thanks, anjo!” He walks up to hug you and you’re grateful he doesn’t give you more time to ogle him.

“So I’m on the couch?” He clarifies and again you shake your head vigorously, almost offended.

“Never! You’re taking my room, I’m on the couch!”

“Anjo do you seriously believe that I would let you endure neck and shoulder cramps just for me?” He challenges, arms folded over his chest, eyebrows raised.

“Well I couldn’t let my guest do that either!”

“Sweets, I promise you, I’m fine on the couch! Happy even!” He tries to reason but you shake your head again.

“My bed is queen sized.” You mumble and he just about catches it. You’re too shy to make your idea any clearer.

“Anjo, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He places a finger under your chin, gently encouraging you to look up at him. And of course, the second you get a glance into his green eyes, you feel yourself going weak. You assumed they were just a really pretty light brown but green?

“We’re both adults, I’m sure we could manage.” You whisper. He’s painfully close and you're so tempted to close the gap but you decide to break the closeness and drag him to your room.

By the time both of you finish your night routines, it well and truly is time to go to bed so you take your places on opposite ends of the bed and lights are out almost immediately.

“Sweet dreams, anjo.” He whispers and he can vividly see the smile on your face at the nickname despite not even facing you.

“Night.” You mutter, squeezing your eyes shut and finally letting the exhaustion of training take over. He follows not too long after, perfectly content as he wouldn't have to rush anywhere tomorrow given the well-earned rest day everyone had.

He was hoping he would wake up in peace but he just couldn’t have that. He’s momentarily conscious and in that brief period, he feels a bundle of warmth in his arms. Initially, he’s comfortable with it. The feeling is even pleasant so he squeezes his arms around the source. Very shortly after. He realises and his eyes bust open. The sight in front of him is not a horrifying one at all; it's quite the opposite. Its you. You look absolutely adorable curled up in a little ball, almost backing into his own hold. He wishes he could stay right there and cuddle closer but he couldn’t. You weren’t together and you had both agreed to sleeping on opposite sides of the bed the night before. This just felt so right but still, he felt guilty.

He does his absolute best to slowly remove his arms from around your frame and get out as quietly as possible so as not to wake you up. The idea of waking up to the sight of your sleepy form everyday IS one that flashes across his mind but he pushes it back as he goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of you.

Once its all ready and plated, almost perfectly timed, he can hear the shower turn on, you were awake.

He finally has calmed down a little and gets a chance to be alone with his thoughts and the only thing on his mind is you. He always intended to make things official with you, there was never any doubt in his mind about that. But now he was genuinely asking himself when? How much longer was he going to wait? And with how his first night went, he was suddenly a lot more desperate for things to become more serious.

The thoughts have him in a panic again so he’s glad when you do come into the kitchen to break him out of them.

“I swear I need to have you over more often!” You give him a quick hug and peck on the cheek before digging into what he prepared. You’re surprised at how good everything is since he always talked about being on the lazier side, and it certainly didn't help that he was a very relaxed person in general. He certainly proved you wrong.

“Are you busy today then?” You ask, eyes bright and hoping to spend the whole day exploring with him rather than just a few hours like normal. Abde wants that just as much as you, probably even more but he needs to get his thoughts together.

“Uh I think my brother wanted me to help out with some errands…” he trails off, scratching his head almost as if he’s unsure but you’re not one to judge. It’s a perfectly reasonable excuse and he’s grateful that you don’t press him further. Of course you wouldn’t.

“Ah okay! Send him my best wishes!” You try to sound as bright as possible but you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. But you also respected that his family meant the world to him, just like yours to you.

And with that he’s off fairly quickly and he promises to return your stuff the next day before he’s out of the door. You’re sure you don’t need the clothes back, however. The shirt must have been stretched out beyond use anyway.

You didn’t realise it that day but your night together somewhat spelt a pause in the blossoming friendship.

You were surprised when he stopped waiting for you at the end of training, texts became infrequent and irregular. Any texts that did come through were short and left no room to continue a conversation. Everytime you looked over at him during training, he didn’t reciprocate. The face you looked for during matches no longer appeared.

It hurt you beyond what you could express in words but you reminded yourself that he wasn’t even yours and you hadn’t known him that long at all. Even so, the idea of a friend getting sick of you was a painful one. Eventually, you decide that the one-sided effort was fruitless and slowly, your own efforts fizzle out into nothing too.

“Hey what's up with you?” Alexia whispers, pulling you aside and away from the others.

“What do you mean?” It’s an attempt to play dumb that simply doesn't work on your captain.

“You know: you’ve been weird during training for the past couple of weeks, what’s going on?”

“I’ve been perfectly focussed!” You retort and she raises an eyebrow as if to challenge you.

“Exactly! What exactly went down with you and Abde that’s turned you into this machine?” She wonders, almost prepared to raise her voice. The whisper threatens to turn into a shout. You tear your eyes away from hers and look down, desperately trying to stop the tears that were going to fall at any second.

“If I knew, I would do something about it.” Alexia softens at that.

“He’s an idiot and you deserve better than a ghost, hmm? Girl, look at you! You could easily bag someone way better than that, forget him!” Although, deep down, you knew it wasn’t your fault, it certainly did feel good to hear it from someone else. Much less someone who you looked up to.

You finally decide that she’s absolutely right. And although a part of you did still yearn for him and wonder, you knew it was best to let go. And slowly but surely he occupies your mind less and less. But, much to your luck, he was still there. Nowhere near as all-encompassing as he used to be but small things did still bring back memories. Happy ones and on lonelier days your mind spiralled down a rabbit hole wondering what could have possibly gone wrong.

“Ale, be honest with me now; what do you think?” Abde shows him the gift box, filled with stuff that was very… you.

Alejandro picks up the iridescent glass rose from its cushioned box and inspects it before looking up at a nervous Abde with his signature smirk.

“It's nice and all but not sure if it’s my style.” The remark is met with a swift slap to the head and a scowl.

“Seriously man, you know who it’s for.” Abde shakes his head and takes his seat on the bench in the locker room, looking through the trinkets to make sure nothing is broken.

“You know her a lot better than the rest of us do, if this is what you think she likes then I would trust you on that.” Robert offers with a supportive hand on Abde’s shoulder.

“No time to waste then!” He abruptly gets up with the box and stomps to his car so he can get it wrapped up and ready to give you the next day. He had been practising his wrapping skills on various boxes he had lying around the house and help from his mom.

He knew that ghosting you wasn’t the best way to handle his feelings but he hoped he would be able to make it up to you with his gifts and the admission. He was nervous but he had wasted enough time fighting with himself already.

Luckily for him, he finds the person he needs almost immediately as he walks around the corner of the stadium from the locked room

“Alexia!” Abde calls and is a little frightened with the stern look on her face as she turns around.

“What?” Her tone isn’t the friendliest either but he proceeds anyway.

“Would you mind…” he taps at his box, hoping that she gets the idea but he’s met with a nonchalant shrug from her end.

“Didnt seem like you were still friends to me.” She turns to walk away but he stops her.

“Of course we’re still friends! I’ve just been…”

“Busy? Wouldn’t have killed you to tell her that, would it?” She retorts with a scoff and he looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Believe me, I know I’ve been a dumbass but I have no experience in handling these things. I needed time but I should have kept her in mind-“ he’s met with another scoff but he can see her soften, only slightly.

“Look, I think it would be best if you gave this to her in person. You’ve left it all long enough. Get your girl.” She pats his shoulder firmly. Firmly enough to startle him, a very literal attempt at knocking some sense into him. He’s off on his way with that, yelling a quick thanks and she shakes her head. What an idiot.

It’s not long at all before he’s at your door. It feels strangely unfamiliar and it's becoming clearer and clearer to him just how long he’s left things. He doesn’t have long to rack over his thoughts before your door is open and the shock and slight hurt on your face is making him nervous. He fears that his words are slipping away so he holds the wrapped box out to you.

You narrow your eyes at him but you accept the box, a hand smoothing over the wrapping paper before you release a frustrated sigh and move to the side. The little nod of your head is all he needs to get into your house and you close the door behind you shortly after. The welcome is far from warm and it's only making him more nervous but he supposed that he perhaps asked for it. He was lucky you even let him in.

“A whole month?” You ask incredulously, eagerly waiting for his response. A reason ideally.

“Seriously if you were that sick of me, you could have just told me to back off and I would have done it happily. Do you know how hurtful it is to have a friend, a close friend, to just cut you out of their life entirely?! And let alone without a reason! I’ve been completely in the dark here and it hurts.” You rant and he notices the tears before he gets his own words out.

Instinctively, he reaches out to wipe them away, just like he had after a particularly upsetting training session where the coach dug into you and on another occasion after an even more upsetting match. You were beating yourself up but he was there to pick up the pieces. You used to lean into his touch but this time you pull away and although he has no right to feel that way, he’s a little hurt. He awkwardly brings his hand back to his side before finally speaking.

“I’m an idiot-“ you laugh humorlessly at that but he continues.

You’re livid. He had the audacity to leave you completely in the dark for a whole month and here he was, cowering under your gaze and barely able to get his words out. But you were gonna wait. You needed answers and closure. Even if it broke you.

“- and I know that I had no right to completely cut you out of my life but I was acting on instinct. I was feeling a lot of new things and I didn’t know how to cope.” He pauses for a second to look at you and you seem a little more interested and less hostile than before so he takes it as a sign to keep going.

“Remember when I spent the night over?” You nod, wondering where he could possibly have been going with this.

“Well when I woke up, we were kind of… tangled… like physically… even though we agreed on staying on opposite ends.” He sees you about to interrupt so he's quick to his next words

“I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal but it got me thinking about us. It felt so right and I don't know… I wanted more of it. And not just as friends but something more… and that scared me.” He finishes, finally taking a breath and trying to calm down the heart in his throat before looking at you. He can’t read your expression at all and he’s somewhat startled when you begin to speak.

“You’re such an idiot.” Your words are simple, dry and he can’t help but laugh a little.

“A fucking dumbass.” And he nods in complete agreement.

“I know, anjo and I’m sorr-“

“The biggest idiot I have ever known…”

“Alright!” He holds his hands up in fake surrender and you flick his temple. He supposes that it's better than being kicked out of the house and having the door slammed in his face. That certainly seemed like a possibility up until now.

It’s silent for a moment and he pushes the box on the counter towards you.

“I know I have a lot to make up for but I’ve been planning this thing for a while. For when I was gonna try and make things official… I think I’ve left it long enough now.” He receives a disapproving hum in response and he looks at you nervously as you carefully unfold the wrapping paper and open the box.

He was so stupid. That's all you could think. All he had to do was talk to you but he had to run away. He knew you to be understanding. And you refused to believe that he didn’t know how you truly felt for him. It was all perfectly in place but he had caused you a world of pain as he have himself to time to think over his own feelings

The way your eyes soften is a much needed confidence booster and he can’t help but sigh out in relief at your reaction.

“Abde…” you’re lost for words as your hands carefully skim over everything. Polaroids from all of your outings, little handmade placards with songs from your shared playlist, books that you had talked about wanting to read, little pieces of jewellery, small sketches he had attempted, a couple of letters you decided you would leave until later.

Over the past month he had made you so angry and upset that you were certain you would never forgive him but he sure knew how to make things up to you.

Of course the centre-piece was the most eye-catching. You take the elegant velvet box out of the bigger one and carefully open its lid to reveal the most exquisite immortal rose. You had talked about these to him before. A piece of symbolism you LOVED. Still as delicate and beautiful as the plant but everlasting. A much more solid testament of love. You look into his worried eyes with your own completely softened now.

You slowly walk over to him and he feels like heart in his throat again. He knew he deserved a slap but he was hoping he hadn’t taken you that far.

Instead he’s shocked by the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He’s quick to reciprocate and his own are around your waist, giving an experimental squeeze and you respond by nuzzling your face into his neck.

“I’m sorry.”

“You could have talked to me…”

“I know, I just-“

The real shock comes with your next response. He’s confused by the way you remove your face from his neck but he only gets a second to look at your face before he feels your lips press onto his. They’re soft and he can faintly taste your sweet strawberry lip scrub on them. He wastes no time, placing a hand on the back of your head and tilting his own slightly to deepen it. It's sweet and loving and slightly bruising. He supposed that the feelings you were pouring out to him was quite the mix. But he’ll gladly take it. He loved you. LOVED you. And he was finally showing it to you in the ways he had always imagined.

You’re the first to pull away, keeping a gentle hand on his cheek as you look into his eyes.

“I-“

“I think you’re the biggest idiot of all time.” He looks down and chuckles a little at your display of anger.

“But I also love you. A lot.” You admit, gulping down your worries and trying to find a definitive answer in his eyes.

“I love you too. Anjo.” He whispers, scared that if he was any louder, the moment would fizzle away into a dream.

You practically throw yourself at him to hug him and you allow your face to nuzzle him again, arms squeezing tightly around his muscular frame and he returns the squeeze.

“Still an idiot.” You can’t help but add and this time you both laugh together, simply relieved that you were finally, FINALLY, where you wanted to be. And he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

And my extremely long-awaited abde fic has finally arrived 😅 i hope u enjoy it, lovelies! Its my longest one yet lol

[marengogo]

So, been thinking about the lack of jikook spottings, and I have a different take on it. Maybe the reason we're seeing Jungkook out with Tae and Hobi is because they're not working together as much anymore, so he's making time to see them, like a good friend would. Whereas he's likely still seeing Jimin on a regular basis, no special outings required. But also, how often do we actually see jikook out together? Or Jimin at all? This year ain't no different from any other. Jikook are fine.

Welcome Anon, to my “... Should have answered you in 2022, I’m so sorry 🙏🏾” Series 😬.

I really do apologise, however let me tell you something. It would appear that the Universe has made it so that this and the other remaining 2022 ASKS is unfortunately very spot-on and relevant to what is going on lately; YET AGAIN.

I’d also add that your line of thought is actually very similar to mine NGL. Just yesterday one of my colleagues who also happens to be a very close friend of mine we’ve known each other for 5 years now and have been through a lot together suddenly found herself in a situation where all the power sockets in her house were not working and she wrote it on the work whatsapp group just to see if anyone had any suggestions as what she could do. 

All of the people in the group (we are a very small team) started worrying and some even wished her good luck she didn't need luck, she needed and electrician 😬😬😬. What did I do? I didn’t write anything in the group and called her instead right away. During my burned-out period last year she was part of the people who would also be around and would try to get me out as well, so I spent a lot of time with her at work and out. 

So when last Friday one of the younger people in the team invited me out to go to a museum exhibition, since we hadn’t had time to talk in a loooong time, and he needed to confide with me, I said yes because I could feel he really needed to spend time with me and it was my fault to begin with that I wasn’t in the best mental state to hangout all of last year not my fault per-say, but you know what I mean!. All of these just to say that yes, what you said makes sense and may be plausible. 

So thank you for stopping by Anon, I really like reading other people’s thoughts and opinions, particularly when they are presented in the way you did, so for real, thank you gurl/boi/enby!

And I’ll add even more! Except for BH/HYBE content, Twitter pre-July 2017 and GCFT, any time we’ve ever seen Jikook hangout has been because of clips and pictures taken without their consent on their private time. After GCFT, JK changed to only publicly disclose videos he filmed about all members keeping his Jimin selcas and videos on his phone to himself, little bugger … JM as well gradually stopped sharing; period he is living his best screenshotting life 😬😬😬. You could say that, like fine wine, the both have matured with time and have learned to better handle their status quo. I’ve actually kinda talked about it here, if you’d like to read about it 👇🏾

So thank you for stopping by Anon, I really like reading other people’s thoughts and opinions, particularly when they are presented in the way you did, so for real, thank you gurl/boi/enby!

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo.

[steveneveral]

Thinking back on my past, again. (Or: Why I didn't include this part in my bullying story.)

Edit: I seriously thought about deleting this story, but I decided I will keep it up. It's something I still think about in my quieter moments.

I feel I've thought about this for long enough and it's been long enough between when this happened and now for me to finally talk about it.

I was also going to include it in the story of my bullying and how I stopped it, but it made the story very dark and even sadder than it already was, so I decided to include it in this separate entry.

I'll just start by saying it: I was nearly shot in the head by one of the kids who bullied me.

You read that right.

Let me back up. The elementary school I went to was next to a large open field. One of the kids who bullied me (he was more of a hanger-on than an actual bully) apparently liked to shoot his BB gun into the open field near the school. His backyard was open to this field.

On top of this, there was a road with a bike trail next to it that went between his backyard and this open field. I often used this road/trail to get to school or to make a run to a nearby convenience store.

Why his parents let him shoot his BB gun across this road into the open field and not worrying about possibly hitting a vehicle or pedestrian, who knows. That place was always pretty lax with gun safety standards. (Yet another reason why I moved away from there when I was 19.)

I remember this clearly because it was the same month I got my 18 speed mountain bike, so I was riding it around a lot because it was fun to ride. This was also a few weeks before the story I mention here.

I'm riding my bike to the convenience store when at one point I suddenly hear a whizzing sound right behind my head. I'm riding at a pretty fast clip but at the moment it happened, I didn't really think about it and kept going to the convenience store and then returned home with my snacks.

To my surprise, when I get back to my house my sister is chatting with two boys near the front door. I recognize one of them as the kid who bullied me at school, but I didn't recognize the other kid. I found out he is his younger brother.

They claimed they weren't looking out for oncoming traffic when they decided to shoot their BB guns and nearly shot me.

That would explain that "whizzing" sound I heard on my way to the store.

They looked scared and concerned and were somewhat apologetic, but there was something else there that I picked up on, I just didn't know what it was.

It felt...dark and evil.

They claimed to have not seen me, but the direction I was coming from was open and clear of shrubs and trees. If they were looking out for oncoming traffic, they should have seen me.

Oddly enough, this kid also stopped bullying me after this incident. There may have been no malicious intent, but there are parts of this incident that still don't line up in my head to this day.

At that moment, he seemingly had the "fear of God" instilled in him because of what he almost did to me.

Maybe that kid was feeling genuine remorse for nearly "accidentally" shooting me with his BB gun.

But maybe he really wanted to shoot me, but he reconsidered at the final moment.

All things considered, I'll likely never know why he decided to do that. Frankly, I don't want to know.

You never really know what anyone is thinking at any point.

Sometimes those things are better to remain unknown.

There's too much time between that event and now to really change anything, but it's still something I ponder about in my quieter moments.

I'm still here. That's all that matters.

[murfpersonalblog]

PREACH! As a book reader, I'm 100% Team Lestat Was Forced & Injured. But I've discussed this Sam article before, cuz I have a lot of issues with IWTV's plot holes. My biggest beef with S2 is that AMC didn't film/write 2x7 & especially 2x8 adequately, to properly convey that something was going on. I NEED the Trial revisted from Les' POV, cuz there's way too much inconsistency & contradictions, and not in a good way.

THE TIMELINE

The timeline in S2 is all over the place, and we have no idea when Lestat was contacted by the coven, and where he was staying for however long he was in Paris. Louis & Claudia were there around 1945 - 1949, but Armand knew the day they arrived at the Theatre that they were lying about Lestat/Bruce. So was Lestat contacted immediately? Armand was able to do it all by himself in 1973--why rely on Santiago/Celeste/Estelle to do it in 1949?

I doubt Lestat went to Paris of his own volition (he'd've been too ashamed & guilty to go after them, just like the 6 years he spent in Algiers after 1x5)--so I'm convinced the coven definitely called Les & told him to come to Paris. But that presents a HUGE problem:

Exactly. Cuz HAYL NAW it doesn't take that long for vamps to heal. (This new Mind-Over-Matter-Gift was also Rolin's reason for adding the line about Les "not being in the mood" to burn to death in 2x8. But like I said, I don't believe Les when he says this, cuz it directly contradicts whole plotlines in the books AND show.)

If Les only arrived in 1949, I'd assume Les was already fully healed by then, nearly a decade after Mardi Gras, since Les wasn't set on fire a la the book. Meaning: if Les knew Louis was in danger, and he was back to full health, WHY TF didn't Les stop the coven before the Trial?

If Les arrived in Paris in 1945ish (right after 2x3 when Armand grills Lou about "Bruce"), I can maybe accept that he was still be weak from Mardi Gras (but again: like Sam already said, it was just a slit throat NBD vampires heal from cuts EASY; and he puked up & bled out most of the poisoned blood before Louis threw him on the trunk; and he had plenty of "big f*****g rats, enough blood in them to bring back the dead" to get strong enough to return to town & hunt humans). So by all counts (unless we buy Rolin's psychological damage > Swamp King propaganda), Les should've been fine in Paris--so why cooperate with the stupid rehearsals?

Solution: We NEED a scene where Lestat & Armand fight, a la the book's Tower Scene in TVL, where Armand effs Les up, breaks all his bones, then throws him in the dungeon/wet room/whatever to starve.

It's way more likely that Armand fought & captured & starved Les:

for 4+ years if Les arrived in 1945ish, right after Lou busted Claudia's "Bruce" lie in 2x3

for less than 1 year if they woke him in 1949, right before the Trial was prepped in 2x6

THE BRUISES

I've already ranted about my take on Les' injuries, both wrt Les being all bloody in the Ep5 revisit; and his hand/wrist bruises in 2x7.

PSYCHOLOGICAL INJURY

Sorry, AMC, but I've discussed before how IMO this is the weakest & least convincing bit. Sam even said he DISAGREED with Rolin's vision that Les be psychologically rather than physically hurt, and that Sam preferred Swamp King. Cuz this is TELEVISION, not a BOOK--some things you really NEED to SHOW US (and Tell us). Psychological pain preventing his supernatural healing does NOT translate well on screen without explicit explanation that this is something vampires can suddenly do; esp. since NO physical injury should hurt strong AF vampires in the first place--a la 1x5 & 1x6.

THE SHAKING

The Reddit fans clipped the wobbling in question:

But it doesn't prove Les was injured BEFORE joining the Trial--it's actually proof that he was weak AFTER Banishment; as he's now too weak to save Claudia, so he stands there just weak & wobbling.

Cuz where was this shaky & wobbly Les for the rest of the Trial? One thing that irritated me was how much he got in & out of his seat.

He makes grand gesticulations as he talks from the script, "the finest actor to grace our stage." Not ONCE do we see him wobbly & shaking, or any indication that he's low on blood or power--he even teleports all the way up to the stands to ream the homophobic soldier & read his mind & then teleport back to his seat. So it's not as if he's busy conserving energy.

But we DO see the psychological damage Rolin wanted, every time he's sitting down, and he goes OFF script--he's a wreck after he gaslights Lou about Come to Me, and when admits he broke Lou.

And it's just such a shame that Lestat never rubs his wrists, or adjusts the cuffs of his shirt, or rubs his knuckles (one Reddit theory even surmised that Armand might've cut his hands off a la Nicki, which I LOVE). We see him fidget with the wedding ring, and that's it. If he's bruised & in pain, we should've seen way more than some suspect discoloration on his hands; so that way when we got to the Tower Scene in 2x8 and saw the handcuffs we'd be like waaaait....👀

And we should've DEFINITELY seen it during the Rehearsal, AMC.

Like, sure, Lestat was mumbling those lines--he clearly doesn't wanna be there or take part in the Trial. But that's not an indication that anything's psychologically/physically WEAKENING him--esp. since he gets up and walks & talks just fine right after, checking out the mannequins & sassing Armand. His only problem's the logistics of the Trial itself.

If anything, the sheer fact that Lestat had to ask what Armand & the coven would do to force Claudia to stay quiet means that they hadn't used the Mind Gift on him that whole time in rehearsals, to mentally fog/compel him to say his lines--and we definitely don't see it used on him during the Trial, not even when he's going wildly off script--they shut off the projector, but didn't make HIM stfu? 🤨

But the REAL problem is: neither the bruises not the shaking are anywhere to be seen!

So what are we supposed to conclude? That Lestat WAS fine during the whole Rehearsal bit, and it was only AFTER he yelled about Claudia's strength that Armand chained him up or cut off his hands? If so, I'm fine with retaliatory measures!

But it still begs the question why Les didn't do anything BEFORE the Trial. No warning, no nothing. So we'd have to assume that he IS a prisoner of the coven's the whole time--and cuz he's stronger than everyone but Armand, we'd also have to assume that Armand did something to him from the very beginning...which we don't see. Esp. since this is the Rehearsal that's exposing Armand's sins, so it's not like it's necessary to hide that Les was hurt the whole time.

Waiting allllll the way to reveal it in S3 was risky AF, and a horrible idea if it was intentional, cuz it just gives the fans more time to look at Lestat sideways. This whole months-long discourse just proves that AMC did NOT adequately show that Les was under duress. The chances they had to really show & tell us came & went in 2x7 AND 2x8.

TL;DR: I love the Injured Lestat theory, and I fully believe he was hurt, cuz that's what happened in the books--I'll be FURIOUS if AMC doesn't revisit the Trial to fix this. I just hate the way this has all been executed.

Redo the scenes with Lestat's hands to zoom in on them, and emphasize that he was effed up; and show him wobbling & weak & Ming-Fogged BEFORE Banishment.

This show is effing excellent, but it's not perfect, and there are glaring mistakes they need to fix ASAP, if they want us all on the same page that Les really was a victim of Armand's abuse, too.

I was reminded of this interview. I completely forgot Sam said all this.

How does the "Lestat wasn't weakened at the trial and he was happy to be there" crowd feel about this?

[kinkyliterotica]

(This image belongs to Sony and I do not claim ownership of it)

Venom x Eddie Brock x OC M/M/F Threesome Smut

Summary: Eddie introduces his new romantic interest, Shannon Walker (single mom), to his alien companion and partner Venom. After a glass of wine and a lot of reassurance she decides she’s ready to handle both men. At the same time.

Warnings: Smut, Possessive!Venom, Threesome, Size Kink, Monster Fucking, Slime, Creampie, Tentacles, Rough Sex, Deep Throat, Oral

———

(Part 1)

After a long evening of important conversations about single parenting, ‘where their relationship was going’, Shannon was feeling reassured and content. That was until Eddie let it slip that Venom had an interest in being…involved with her.

She adjusted herself on the couch. Her red dress rode up her plump thighs, her hands played with the stem of her wine glass. Eddie sat opposite of her, looking slapdash but handsome. In a wrinkled shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a pair of gray trousers. He looked so human, which made Venom’s head floating between them seem all the more strange, and alien. His white eyes were shiny and reflective. His teeth were cluttered, jagged, and completely intimidating.

Shannon laughed a little nervously and asked, “Wait, how that would even work. You know…the three of us?”

Venom wrapped his sleek tendrils around her back and pulled her closer to Eddie. Her skirt was almost entirely pooled around her hips. Venom spoke softly into her ear. As softly as he could with his deep otherworldly voice.

“I can show you. You’ve never seen the things I can do.”

Shannon’s own softer human voice shook, she asked “Have you ever been with a woman before-a human woman?”

“I’m Dylan’s father too, you know.”

Eddie looked between the two of them, unsure of how Shannon was responding to Venom. They’d never interacted like this before. He had always been the intermediary.

Eddie told Venom, “Alright buddy, ease up a bit.”

Eddie then spoke to Shannon, “I know you’re nervous, and if you want to turn to the door and bolt you can go for it. But before you do, you should know, we really like you. And if you give us a chance I’m sure we can change your mind about the whole alien thing.”

Shannon doesn’t say anything, she takes a small brave breath, picks up Eddie’s hand, and takes him to the bedroom.

Eddie’s apprehension faded quickly.

Eddie asked, “So I guess, uh, a little bit of freakiness turns you on huh?”

Shannon laughed and said, “You don’t know the half of it.” Shannon meant freaky in a very different way than Eddie and Venom did. She had some experience with deep throating and anal, maybe some water sports. This was freaky on a whole other level.

As they entered the bedroom, Venom’s tendrils appeared out of Eddie’s body. The appendages started to slide underneath her clothes, lifting them from her body expertly. Her dress was pulled down, her tights slid down to her ankles, her hair released from its small claw clip. She became alert, she was being touched in so many places by Venom’s cold tendrils it’s overwhelming.

Suddenly she was lifted off of the ground by Eddie while Venom slipped her clothes off of her body entirely. She starts panting, she couldn’t keep up.

Eddie leaned in closely and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you.”

Venom leaned into her other ear, “She’s not afraid Eddie, I can smell her.”

Venom growled and licked a line up her neck and jaw with his strong long tongue. She shivers violently, the sensation so foreign but so tantalizing. She stifled a meek moan. Venom laughed, and the sound rumbled in Eddie’s chest.

“She wants me.”

Eddie chides him, “She wants us, don’t you baby?”

Eddie pulls Shannon closer, burying his face in her neck and littering it with kisses.

Shannon stutters, “Yes, uh, yes. Sorry I’m just...would you two give it a rest for a minute!”

Eddie and Venom stop suddenly, worried they’ve done something wrong. Shannon pushed against them slightly, giving herself room to breathe. They had to work up to that kind of intensity. It was too much.

Shannon shook her choppy hair out of her face and started undressing Eddie. She pulls his pants around his ankles and pushes him down on the bed before ripping his pants off. He pushed himself up on his elbows, a wide smile on his face.

Eddie snickers, “Yeah I like that.”

Shannon smiled, “Shut up.”

Shannon crawled on top of Eddie and started licking and sucking in his earlobe. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of his neck, and now it’s her turn to make him shiver. This was much more comfortable, being in control.

“You two keep acting like I’m some flustered schoolgirl. You’ve got all the tricks and I’m just going to lay here and be amazed huh? Wrong.”

Shannon’s fingers drag down his chest and end up on his boxers. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband and grabs hold of his hard cock. She strokes up and down gently.

She continues, “I got laid more in college than you two have in your entire life. Now lay back and let me show you what I can do.”

Eddie laughed, and replied with a satisfying, “Yes ma’am.”

Shannon heard nothing from Venom. She hoped she’d shut him up, but in reality she knew he was lying in wait, biting his tongue.

Shannon pulled Eddie’s boxers down with his help. She shifted herself lower. She knelt on the floor and put her face an inch above his crotch. She wrapped her hands around his length and started pumping. Eddie moaned with relief. As soon as she got a steady pace she took out her tongue and licked him from ball sac to tip. Eddie nearly bucked off of the bed, and the moan he let out thrilled her even more. He was making him weak, making this strong man, this superhero, moan and writhe beneath her. She could taste the power.

Eddie wrapped his fingers in her hair and gently eased her away from his balls and onto his length. She adjusted her throat to his length, he’s a good size but not uncomfortable. She ran her tongue down his shaft as she wet his dick with her saliva. Her mouth made sharp wet noises that made Eddie’s cock throb.

Eddie looks down at Shannon, “Damn she knows what she’s doing, huh V?”

Venom laughed in a sickening and lingering way that made Shannon’s confidence wane.

“We’ll see my love.”

Shannon feels Eddie’s body adjust around her, the thighs she rested her arms on were suddenly growing, turning black, expanding all around her. The length in her mouth also grew, what used to fit comfortably between her cheeks was now extending into the free space between them. When the top of Venom’s length hits the back of her throat she gagged.

Shannon’s head shot up and glared at Venom, who laid back casually with his arms behind his head, his body eating up the whole length of the bed and then some.

Shannon scowled at Venom's cocky smirk, his teeth glistening. “No fair.” She complained

“You’re so nice to Eddie, what about me? I’ve been waiting as long as he has. Watching you from behind his eyes, feeling your body beneath his hands. Don’t I deserve some…attention?”

Shannon sat back on her haunches and laughed, “Oh, you want attention, is that it? You’re feeling left out?”

Venom hisses, his tongue rattling like a snake.

“Yesssssss.”

Shannon laughed and Venom sat up more quickly than she expected based on his sheer size. Suddenly he was towering over her. Her knees were still on the ground, she felt so incredibly small, so vulnerable.

Venom took his clawed hand and gently and lovingly stroked her cheek with it. The sensation was smooth and unlike skin, but it was comforting. She leaned into his touch and enjoyed the affection. The gap between them was closing, the distance between Eddie and Venom coming together.

Venom asked honestly, “Are you afraid of me?”

Shannon became determined. She shook her head ‘no’ and commanded, “Lie down”.

Venom settles himself and Shannon lowers her mouth onto his length. It’s huge and wet with precum, he is hard and ready for her. She can’t swallow the whole thing but does her best with her hand to substitute.

Venom interjects, “It’s not…too big for you is it?”

Shannon says stubbornly, “Of course not.”

“Good, I’ll enjoy trying to make it fit.”

Shannon stretched her throat to its absolute limit. His size was unimaginably girthy, her lips barely went down ⅓ of his entire length. Her teeth grazed skin but it didn’t seem to bother him. She pumped her head up and down, trying to mimic what she did for Eddie. Her hand worked tirelessly down his shaft.

After only a moment Venom shrunk away and Eddie returned. He picked her head up, her eyes filled with tears from the strain and he kissed her forehead lovingly.

Eddie sighs, “Alright that’s enough, I think we should take a break for a bit.”

Shannon wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. She sat up angrily this time. She had just gotten a rhythm going, and Eddie came out to ‘give her a break’. “I don’t know if you two are trying to drive me crazy, but it’s certainly working!”

Eddie held his hands up incredulously. “What the hell? What did I do?”

Shannon threw her hands down on the bed, “You bastards, you have me suck the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, tease me with the longest tongue I’ve ever seen, and you want to take a break?! I’m losing my mind over here boys!”

Eddie’s expression turned from concern to hunger as Venom took over again. His face grows that terrifying set of teeth and he wets them with his truly impressive tongue.

“You underestimated her Eddie, she loves the monster just like you do. You had better be ready, little human.”

Her whole world turned upside down and she saw a black blur move above her, pinning her down. Her shoulders pressed painfully into the cheap mattress.

Shannon squealed as Venom spread her legs and licked the tip of her clit with his tongue. She couldn’t hold back the pornographic moans as Venom showed her how long his tongue really is.

She fisted the sheets and cried out in pleasure while Eddie admired the view from behind Venom's eyes, God she is beautiful as she writhed around in the sheets.

Venom stopped playing around and fucking her with his tongue more roughly. He had incredibly precise control over the appendage and Shannon could feel him dragging it along her walls. She was soaking, both his tongue and the sheets. Everytime her hips threatened to buck off the bed, a new appendage shot out to hold her down. He was everywhere, all over her. Binding her, trapping her. When she was near total bliss he used his tentacles to play with her nipples. They were so skilled and knew exactly how to twist and pull to make her cry out.

Shannon could barely breathe, “You feel so fucking good.”

“I know, delicious thing, I know. Are you prepared to take something much bigger?”

Shannon tried to think through the lusty fog. She stumbled with her words, “Eddie first.”

Venom didn’t complain as Eddie fronts again.

Eddie leaned down and saw her wrecked and wet body. He kissed every part of Shannon that he could find, “You’re doing so good baby, god, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie grabs his length and strokes it before lining it up with her hole. What Venom did turned him on just as much as her.

“Did V make you wet baby, did you love it?”

Shannon moaned, “Yes, yes, he was amazing, I want you too please.”

Eddie shoved his length into her easily. She’d been properly prepared, and ever since she had her daughter she didn’t need as much preparation as she once did.

Eddie rocked into her and fell into rhythm easily. He grabbed her legs and hiked them over his shoulders when he lost her cunts tight grip.

Eddie shivered when he hit a good spot. The sensation traveling through his entire body. His eyes were shut tight, “Oh fuck you’re so hot. How long have you been waiting for this huh?”

Shannon nearly tore Eddie’s skin digging her nails into his shoulders. She cried out, “So long!”

Eddie and Shannon keep at a good pace, enjoying the feeling of their bodies finally intertwined and skin against skin. There was no music, no ambient sound, just the rocking of the bed and the sound of wet flesh between them. Eddie was strong, not unlike Venom. His pace and stamina was nearly superhuman.

Venom growled, “I need her Eddie, let me out.”

Eddie tried to soothe him, “Give me a minute, V, she’s not-“

Venom crawled through Eddie’s skin and suddenly Shannon is more full than she ever has been. She seizes up around his cock and feels like she’s going to burst.

She hears his chest rattle with another growl but she’d shut her eyes tight, focusing on keeping herself calm as her walls are stretched to capacity.

Shannon kept her eyes shut, unsure if she could handle seeing a dark monster above and inside her. She took a deep breath, “I’m trying Venom, please go slow!”

Venom resisted his urge to plunge into her. It wasn’t fair. She looked so happy taking Eddie, and all he wanted was a chance to make her that happy. To make her that blissful and wanton and slutty just like she’d been for him.

“I forget, you humans are so breakable.”

Venom moved his hips gently, his cock pumping as softly as he could manage, and still every time his hips moved towards Shannon her body seized up in pain. There was a part of him that enjoyed seeing her suffer. That wanted to make her cry and scream for him. But now was not that time.

Eddie was as desperate to have Shannon accept Venom as he was. He gave Venom a suggestion in his mind.

Venom agreed and picked up Shannon’s body and sat her on top of his lap. His legs rested beneath his hind quarters.

Venom took her hand and placed it on her lower stomach. She can feel the outline of his enormous cock on her stomach and she knew that it thrilled him. It felt almost frightening to think about how much she had stretched for him.

She gasped, “I-I can feel it. I can feel you, I–”

“Shh shh shh.”

The sound reassured her instantly. Venom held her close and supported her entire weight with his arms. She was not as small as she was when she was younger, but in his monstrous arms she weighs nothing.

His whisper sounded like a deep rattle, “Ride me.”

Shannon knew that this was an invitation to set the pace, she started out slow and worked her way up until she loosened up. Just enough that the stretching is no longer uncomfortable.

Venom drooled watching her. Her brows drawn together with focus, her hands dug into his shoulders to support herself, her skin sheened with sweat. His slick saliva dripping down his chest and hers, his white eyes watched her every move.

Venom smiled, “Such plump delicious flesh. You would make a tasty snack.”

Shannon felt a shiver of fear go up her spine. He wouldn’t be allowed to have her fear. Instead she spat back at him, “Not until you make me cum you pussy!”

Venom snarled at the challenge and threw Shannon onto her back.

“You’re lucky I like you little one. It will only hurt, a little.”

The time for gentleness was over. He plowed into her, he either ignored or was incited by her screams. He jackhammered his cock into her until her mind almost felt numb with overstimulation. Real tears were streaming down her face, her voice croaked from the effort. Her fingers dug into his arms.

A tendril wrapped around her mouth, silencing her. He leaned his enormous head down. Venom’s voice shook with excitement. His voice boomed, so loud and so wild she feared for her life.

“We’re just getting started little human. So much more of you to DEVOUR!”

Shannon shivered as she came vaginally around his cock, she screamed as she finished. Her walls pulsed around him, encouraging her partner to finish. Venom’s hands grasped her hips painfully against his. His cock was harder than ever, filled to burst. Venom punched the mattress beneath her, shredding it as he pumped her full of cum. It was hot and messy and she swore she could feel it crawling inside of her. Both of their bodies shook violently.

Venom recoils and Eddie is left, still cumming from his own cock as he pulls out of her. “You’re so fucking crazy I love it.”

Shannon felt the soreness settle on suddenly as her orgasm passed. All of that stretching did more damage than she thought and she was suddenly overcome with discomfort that dragged her pleasure down beneath its wave.

Shannon grunted, “Yeah that was pretty fucking crazy huh?”

Eddie gave Shannon space to sit up, he watched her face contort in pain and suddenly he’s concerned. Venom hadn’t been with a woman since Anne, and even then Anne was competitive even with herself. She would have never admitted that Venom could hurt her. Her pride was too great.

They didn’t know her the way they did Anne, their and Shannon’s first time together was impulsive and full of heady chemistry, but who knows how she felt now that the tension had been broken.

Eddie swallowed thickly, “Hey you uh, you doing alright there?”

Shannon winced as she touched her cunt, “Yes and no.”

Eddie sat cautiously next to her, looking at her face for reassurance, “To be honest I’m gettin’ a little concerned here. Was that the best sex you ever had or did we just massively fuck up?”

Shannon laughs abortively, “Best sex I’ve ever had no doubt, I’m just really really sore. I haven’t been stretched out like that since…ever.”

Eddie kissed Shannon, he stroked her face trying to comfort her, “You were such a champ, I can’t tell you how impressed I am.”

Shannon asked, “What about you, Venom?”

Venom’s head whipped around the side of Eddie, he nuzzles her face like a cat and she giggles.

“What about me?”

Shannon asks, “How was it for you?”

Venom laughs, “Would you care for me to show you how I feel?”

Shannon patted his head, “Later, I need to freshen up, and take a Tylenol. Maybe a shot of tequila if I’m being honest.”

Eddie nods, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you need.”

Eddie helped Shannon up, she went to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. She gently lapped the water into her cunt as she tried to cool down the sensitive nerves. She dried off and decided she doesn’t want anything else touching her lower half.

She moved slowly out of the bathroom and saw Eddie and Venom pouring whiskey into glasses. They’re talking to each other but she couldn’t make out any distinct phrases.

Shannon smiled weakly when their face landed on her, “I know you’re feeling ambitious boys but I think I’m tapped out for the night.”

Eddie looked concerned once more, “Here, take a drink, let’s sit down, no more funny business.”

Shannon said, “If this is going to become a regular thing I’m going to need to get some desensitizing gel or something. My cunt is wrecked.”

Venom snarks, “Oh yeah I bet it is.”

Eddie snapped, “Would you shut up genius? You almost broke her in half. Show some respect.”

Venom's tentacles slithered out and picked up Shannon and placed her on the couch. He slid a blanket onto her and placed the whiskey in her hand.

Shannon smiled, “Mmm thank you.”

The three of them decide to watch a movie but the both of them were asleep before it ended.

[moonlight-sonata99]

My headcanons for rex in love with a jedi reader

Like i promised hehe 

This gif does things to my heart I can't- also I have a huge headache rn but that isn't gonna stop me from simping f💀

A/n at the end please read!!and enjoy

It really all starts when anakin mentions you saying that your headed to their current planet due to unforeseen circumstances with your own mission.

rex doesn't think much on it just another jedi general he has to work with right?

Wrong- Once reader heads off that shuttle opens and you come out mans ceases to function

inwardly of course i don't see rex as someone who shows that he's  nervous a lot,once he knows someone close enough he’ll show that side of himself.

Ahsoka who joined anakin noticing something's off with rex obviously

after your first initial meeting rex doesn't really think much on these emotions. I mean its just a small crush right?

Right???

nah the universe has other plans for this man-

Insert slight fumbled in words when you suddenly appear out of nowhere asking him where anakin is(which is totally not a ploy by the reader just to see him)

and when you ask him to show you how he usually leads through battle he's more than happy to oblige but while doing so you detect a sense of nervousness from him

These so called “Temporary feelings” didn't really seem to go away even after you been here for a few months.But...i dont think rex minds it all that much as when he figured them out. And i'm definitely sure his men notice the slight change whenever your around,so does anakin and ahsoka XD

After order 66

Obviously rex wasn't there when your own men attack you, escaping just barely.

However he receives a tip from the martinez sisters that a mysterious person helped them on a mission and gave them coordinates should they ever need them again.

Rex doesn't assume its you, Maybe another clone deserter.

his way other there is bumpy however he makes it to the given coordinates and is surprised to see not a clone. But the Jedi general that had made him nervous all that time ago.

Of course your startled thinking he was there to kill you

But he puts down his weapon.

After this reunion the you offer rex to stay a while as he decides what to do

to which he lowkey thinks ‘ah,they don't wanna stay with me?’(mf just ask-)

Which he does which makes you both go :0 

despite being shocked reader accepts and they soon leave together

Rex and reader become very good partners and i imagine everyone they meet is like “You two are very beautiful couple!”

“Were not couple...”(Yet) 

small glances at each other when each one thinks one is not looking

when you have nightmares of order 66 rex tries his best to comfort you after.

Tbh i think rex would be the sweetest next to wrecker in terms of affection 

hed show them through his actions rather this words

he will start getting more and more confident throughout your time together

Id like to think when he does tell reader his feelings reader will tell him too, interrupting each other.

Its a very sweet confession, and passionate one long overdue.

A/n:AHHH i dont think this ones very good, but i wanted to write rex so badly and tried to stay close to him as possible. uhm so like your girl hasn't watched clone wars yet- IM SORRY in my defense i don't have disney plus atm TwT Also if you made it this far,do you guys like long fics? i noticed i write a lot...i like it!!but i'm not sure if that's something you as the readers like. so please leave me feedback!!! i'm trying to learn^^also i didn't just go off from what i saw in on eclip of rex,i literally binged watch all the clips of him on YT bhdcikshdshodisj. 

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

🌱a zhongchi twitch streamer au

ive had this idea for so long and it was originally supposed to be a text fic but im bad with those so it never came out. until now, i guess ehe -lynn🌱

childe's been streaming for maybe three years??

over the course of that time his fanbase has watched him go from 'kid having fun in his basement' to one of the biggest streamers of all time

he's most known as one of the "faces" of Genshin Impact

manz has 'voice actor🎙️' in his twitch bio but everyone knows the only character hes voiced is Tartaglia (basically a promo character think like aloy)

ok- childes so charismatic and his personality shows through stream PERFECTLY

everytime he talks abt teucer his eyes light up and occassionally he appears on stream and chat squeals

aside from being his incredibly genuine self tho,,,,

his stream reeks of fanservice

its all very intentional.

he has this channel point redeem where chat can get him to do anything they want (with few exceptions)

because of this hes had to say multiple embarrassing things

and also flirt with the camera.

his fandom is iffy but childe is very kind to them

he treats everyone like his little brother and sister even if theyre older than him its so cute

and is also very openly bi.

he has a bunch of channel point redeems bc this man literally has no dignity

one day smn redeems the 'questions' one asking what his type is

"uhh i dont really have one? must be teucer-approved!"

chat starts playfully booing at him for giving a boring answer when someone else redeems;

"can you give an example?"

and now, from chat's peer pressure and the part of him wanting to dote on his lil siblings he goes

"okay okay! uh- god this is embarrassing- zhongli?"

chat: from rex lapis?

childe nods, blushing.

rex lapis is a much smaller streamer than childe- and in a totally different genre- you see-

childe is a gamer. rex lapis is a therapy streamer

I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE ZHONGLI GIVING FINANCIAL ADVICE OK

his chat is like talking abt money struggles and he shares his past experiences with being a spendthrift and suddenly-

$200 Donation from Childe✔️

"....*ahem* thank you for the dono, you could not have worse timing."

CHILDE WOULD.

also bc childe has a lot of issues in the genshin world but hes generally just a fun chaotic guy -> i feel like that would translate into the streamer au

so him watching therapeutic streams

he also just thinks zhongli is pretty🤷‍♀️ (cant blame him hes right)

I FEEL LIKE AFTER HE SAYS ON STREAM HIS TYPE IS ZHONGLI HIS FANDOM REWATCHES ZHONGLIS CLIPS AND TRIES TO FIND CHILDE IN THE CHAT OR IN THE DONATIONS

and now his whole fandom knows hes a simp

chat: "wow childe so this is where our dono money has been going??" PLS

one day hes streaming at the same time as rex lapis and chat asks him to stream the stream

after a lot of convincing, he does (mostly bc he also wants to watch) but is like "if any of you snitch im ending stream immediately."

its cool for like an hour, childe plays genshin with zhongli in the background- and then

"oh, another streamer is streaming my stream? uh, hello"

CHILDES HEAD SNAPS TO THE CHAT AND IS LIKE "WHO SNITCHED."

the person who snitched donates childe like 100$ and is like 'SPARE ME PLS IM SORRY'

and since childe sees them as his little sibling hes like 'okok but im giving ur dono money to zhongli'

so childe just donates the 100$ to zhongli and hes like

"...should i stream his stream too?"

AND CHILDE PANICS.

afterwards they definitely become friends and play genshin together and zhongli mains childe's promo character

imagine childes streaming and zhongli calls-

"hey, xiansheng? im live right now so if its something private.."

"ah. nevermind then, ill ask later."

"wait no- ill turn of stream if you wanna say something-"

"..i just wanted you to kill the oceanid for me."

and childes like 😀"what do you think chat? genshin stream?"

the poll is 99% in favour of a genshin collab stream with zhongli

THEYRE SO CUTE TOO bc zhonglis like 'sorry im not that strong' and childes like "YOURE ONLY AR 29 OFC YOURE NOT STRONG YOU DONT NEED TO APOLOGIZE WHY ARE YOU SO NICE"

...perhaps im projecting a little

either way theyre adorable. everyone thinks theyre dating before theyre actually dating

then sometimes zhongli accidentally opens the genshin chat while streaming genshin (bc hes not used to the buttons- grandpa moment)

and theres just a msg from childe like 'I'll call you later, ok?'

AND THE CHAT IS LIKE OMG

these two deserve all the love

if you're interested in seeing more of my content; like headcanons, WIPs, etc. ;

[just-some-random-blogger]

Bootylicious

Stray Kids Bang Chan x Idol!Reader Summary: You're known as the gym rat in your group, and quite frankly, you only have two moods: shredding or chilling. This was why when you're not asleep in between schedules, you're spotted with a male idol you happened to meet in the gym you were at that day. It's a known fact though, that you and Bang Chan are gym buddies and each other's spotter. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Internet toxicity, sasaengs, vulgar language, sexism, misogyny, pining, fluff, mentions of Pentagon because why not <3, etc.

A/N: Girl, i shouldn't do this but I did. It's so funny to me someone requested this cause I have recently become an exercise junkie lol. Also, if you can't tell, there is a pov shift after the cut so yeah. I also wanted to keep the reader gender neutral but I want to write about how psychotically different people treat male and female idols because that stuff aint it. It's most definitely not what anon was expecting me to write but I hope they enjoy it nonetheless.

There's compilation in YT with growing parts centered around you flexing your physical fitness and prowess. It ranges from you affectionally touring your fans, which really meant the cameraman, through the gym, introducing your trainer, and doing your routine on camera, to your group (and others) both fawning and bragging about how strong and how hot you are.

CLIP #1: A scene from an interview of your group in Japan, struggling to talk about how you can do 40 straight push ups.

There was a male interviewer in a suit you could all faintly recognize was talking about your recent Instagram post of a gym mirror selfie.

One of your youngest members smirked and in broken Japanese, cutely said, "Wah, she does 100 push ups! Everyday, every night."

You snap your head to the maknae and raise your brows, "nani?" You begin to shake your hands in protest and begin to explain your truth, "absolutely not 100. Maybe around 40, but nooooo, not 100."

The interviewer and your group comically react in awe. The man in the suit urges, "can you show us?"

You give a face, "Excuse me, but I'm not getting paid to do that in this miniskirt."

Everyone, including the film crew, break into laughter.

CLIP #2: A scene from a variety show where you had to prove you were, in fact, yourself, by doing a shortened version of your exercise routine.

One of the hosts of the show asks, "Wait, do you honestly do all of this in your workout? Like you can do all of it?"

The list of your exercises were written on a colourful cardboard, held by the one who just spoke. It was a range of exercises in 10 sets, from jumping jacks to sit ups, to vague sounding exercises like crab pinches and robot arms.

You purse your lips at the last question asked of you, not really liking the tone in which it was asked. You answer quickly and nod proudly, "I actually do more, cause when I get in the zone and I'm already really sweaty, I feel like I should keep going until my whole body burns." You chuckle.

The older hosts, tilt their head and mutter lowly under their breath something along the lines of, "I'd rather die."

You finally do the routine, quickly, continuously, earning impressed reactions from everyone.

"That's hot," one of the hosts note.

"Ya, for some reason it looks easy to do."

The hosts begin to clamour at that statement, and force whoever said to do the exact thing you did. Clearly, they don't work out as much as you do and cannot even get halfway through it without stopping.

You break out into a breathless laugh in amusement of the comical attempt but then protest, explaining how bad it is to force yourself to do more than you can

CLIP #3: Pentagon, Hongseok especially, fawns over how fit you are

Trailing a conversation about how your group is close with Pentagon because your companies are situated closely to each other and you wind up eating together a lot, there is an anecdote about how there was a jar no one could open, no one but you, that is.

The interviewer asks no one in particular, "wah, none of you could open the jar? Really? Or did you all just pretend so she could open it?"

There is a chorus of answers concluding with, "no really, she was the only one that was able to open it."

The story is backed up by how the jar had a really small lid and some hands were too big. Then came an explanation how you were recently into the new rock climbing machine in your gym.

Hongseok speaks up, "I was invited to go to rock climbing in, like, an actual rock climbing place and I was honestly so surprised when she began to climb. She said she never actually tried rock climbing on a wall, but it seemed like she had been doing it for years."

Shinwon agrees, "Right, right. I was also really curious about what they did that day," he points to Hongseok, "that I joined them one time. I never felt so out of shape in my life. I just stayed back and filmed everything."

Pentagon laughs, and then agrees that you were exceptionally fast and just super fit in all honesty.

The interviewer catches Hongseok's expression then suddenly asks, "do you like a woman like that?"

"Yeah, I like my women strong."

Then came a lot of teasing remarks from Pentagon, and a plethora of complaints from delusional fans who did not want Hongseok to ever breathe in your direction again.

With all that's been said about that, in all the parts of this series floating around in the internet, one thing remained, there was a slightly larger population of impressed fans than the still large portion of antifans who wanted nothing to do with it and only came around to hate.

It's hard not to think about it, but even the slightest back handed compliment can sometimes linger in one's mind.

And right now, as much as I kept my mind on my counting as I finished my set high knees, I couldn't help but think of how much backlash I got from posting a post workout photo with my midriff exposed.

Apparently that was not only enough to merit hate for being both a whore and an attention whore, but people baselessly began to hate on my groupmates simply for being associated with me.

It's kind of sad really, how, say Wonho, can post a fairly exposed photo of himself and get so much praise for it, and yet I couldn't even do anything remotely close to that.

And I don't even mean to come at Wonho, we all know he's a beast at the gym and should be able to show as much of his hard work as he is comfortable in showing, but why can't I?

"Hey trooper. I thought you said you were only doing 80 counts?" a voice cracks me out of my train of thought.

I turn to whom spoke and chuckle at myself as I stop my leg raises, "ah yeah, I got lost in thought, and your really good song."

I pull on my earphones and give a lopside smile, "I love working out to God's Menu."

He gives a soft, "he he, thanks."

"No need for a thank you when I'm only giving my honest opinion, Chan."

"Yeah, well still, it makes my kokoro go doki-doki," he sniggers, crossing his arms and flashing a dimpled smile. I raise my upper lip and reel back, "EWWW!"

I playfully shove him. He acts hurt, "this is violence against children."

"Chan, you're literally older than me."

"That doesn't mean I'm not a child at heart."

"You mean, it doesn't mean you're not a drama queen."

"Hey, I have no interest in having a throne, my only interest is," he leans in and whispers, "you."

I feel my soul leave my body as he snorts to himself and runs away. I regurgitate in surprise, "YA!"

"You better do your next set properly," Chan says heading off to a cable row machine, "I'm always watching."

I try to ignore the blood rushing up your neck, "creep."

He shrugs, "rather that or have you get injured, sweet heart."

Yeah, Chan has saved me from a lot of injuries I could have had. It was a bad habit. It stemmed from the same thing that made me mess up my count a while ago, my overthinking.

Sometimes I thought of rather harmless things, but sometimes I began to fixate on the hate I received for simply being. I do a lot to get my mind to realize that they hated me simply because they could and because it was easy. Exercising helped tremendously, especially when I had someone fun to work out with, especially when I was with Chan. He just... made me feel safe, y'know.

But when the news of us being work out buddies surfaced, a lot of sasaengs came for me. Of course, a lot of Stays and my own fans were really kind about, speaking out that we were our own people and exercising together did not mean anything in particular really.

But some really went for it, and made it a hobby to comment on everything I was in that I was a slut for 'working out' with different men every day."

I let out a breath as I finish my routine. I catch my breath and go for a swig of my water. I take a moment then sit down by the mirror, which was near where Chan was currently working out.

"You're doing it again."

I turn from where I was blankly staring at turn to Chan who gave me a soft look, "you good?"

I release a sigh then purse my lips, "maybe."

He pouts, "what happened?"

I shrug and stand from where I sat, "you know, the usual."

Chan then comes up to me and takes my water bottle from me, "you know, no matter how much people say you don't need water to live, you can never change the fact that you are extremely dependent on water to live."

I look at him and half- heartedly point, "are you calling me thirsty?"

He begrudgingly groans and releases a chuckle. He calls my name out in a scolding tone. I feel myself relax, "I know what you're getting at Chan."

He nods, "good. I'll always be here to remind you of that."

I smile and feel an urge to hug him, "if you weren't so sweaty, I would totally hug you right now."

Chan then gives me a look then does not hesitate to crush me into his arms. I groan and whine in protest. He chuckles, "you literally just said you wanted a hug!"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY SO SWEATY. NO ONE WANTS THIS TORTURE."

Chan huffs and gives a wounded look, "hmp. You better spot me while I lift or else I'm unfriending you."

"Hmm... I think I'll be good without you as a friend."

I half expect Chan to whine about it, but he instead smirks, "ahhhh, you must want me to be your boyfriends so badly huh."

I- I mean...

CLIP #4: A crack edit of Chan when he gets asked about his gym relationship with me in Chan's Room.

He was looking through the questions and suddenly chuckles, his ears noticeably began to redden. Cue a zoom in of his face and his red ears. Cue a clip of Cardi B saying, "that's suspicious."

He says my name then continues, "am I close with her? Yeah. I would say I'm close with her-- and her whole group actually."

Captioned: Nice save, Chris.

"The kids and I are close with her group," he says, clearing his throat.

A clip of him clearing his throat is repeated about ten times.

Chan adjust the beanie he was wearing as he thinks of what he was going to say next, "we actually do work out together a lot because she's under a trainer that works with my trainer."

Captioned: Sure, Chan. That's the only reason, right?

Chan catches another question, "Is she a beast in the gym like Hongseok says?" He breaks into a laugh. He then rubs his cheek and grits his teeth.

A clip of someone saying, "Oh he's jealous," flashes on screen.

"Yeah," Chan finally says, "she's got a really high stamina."

Cue the clip, WHAT DID HE SAY?

Chan continues, "she can go between exercises without stopping. she doesn't even take that much time to catch her breath. In fact, she sings while exercising sometimes, which helps make her vocals stable."

Captioned: Queen Tingz.

The next thing that happens is Chan breaks into a laugh and begins to chuckle. He says, "Sorry I saw a funny comment."

Captioned: WHAT HE MEANS IS HE SAW A COMMENT SAYING 'SHUT UP CHRIS, YOU'RE WHIPPED."

Then came these comments:

LITERALLY LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY BANG CHAN GETS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HER DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME MY SHIP IS ALIVE

They are dating period. prove me wrong. you cant

Chan literally blushes over anything, buT HE TURNED INTO A TOMATO WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HER BYE

if you hate on your faves loving each other, you most definitely need Jesus (:

PLEASE CAN YOU SEE HOW WHIPPED THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER

Yeah... it's not been confirmed to this day.

[deluluass]

What bliss, domesticity.

for: @tink2kagome. i’m sorry it took me so long to work on ur pretty setter squad request T^T i’ll probably do like another one in the future! 

  & @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa @belpomme @chaichai-the-weeb for being such lovely mutuals <3 <3 

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; yakuza/organized crime; gun mention; a lot of (non-sexual) food references in this one

  Jun’ichi Saikawa was obviously the kind of man who liked to laugh. Not unlike most people in their world. The kind who use their entire body when they do, announcing to the entire world with a bellowing “Ha Ha Ha!” how pleased they are with whatever’s going on in front of them.

  Which, in all honesty, was pretty admirable, that the old man could still do it considering how bored to tears Wataru was. 

  That it’s a humid afternoon didn’t help either. He could feel the sweat on his back even when the doors were already slid open, exhibiting a verdant garden filled with blossoms and shrub peonies. From his place he could see the school of koi swirling in the shallow pond, their scales iridescent under the warm rays of the sun. 

  “Didn’t know you were the funny sort, 'Kaashi!” Saikawa blurted out, the sake in his hand spilling to his fingers.

  This wasn’t Wataru’s first day on the job, but this is the first that he gets to do something this important. And with someone he highly respects, too. 

  So he gave his collar a light tug, steeling himself to endure as he tucked his legs further beneath him, and resorted to thinking about the many things he would absolutely surrender just to lie down on the warm mat. 

  His car, maybe.

  The brand new noise-cancelling headphones he bought, if pushed. 

  Wataru saw Akaashi nod.

  “I appreciate a joke every now and then,” he said.

  The larger man laughed again.

  “Here, here!” Saikawa thundered, snatching a tiny, yellow box from the maid who appeared as swiftly as she’d left. 

  “I heard you like sweets. Here,” he said, grinning as he handed it to Akaashi. “My youngest son just opened a cake shop. I know what you’re thinking, but who am I to say no, eh?”

  Akaashi passed the box to Wataru. 

  “Mind it for me, please,” he whispered.

  How unexpected. Akaashi-san has a sweet tooth.

  Huh. 

  That’s pretty neat. Wataru himself wasn’t partial to cakes, but he does love pudding. 

  “You are a good father, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi told him. 

  This time, Wataru didn’t bother suppressing a yawn as Saikawa fumbled for his phone, hiding it behind his hand as he stared at the birds chirping and hopping about outside.

  “Wanna see him? He’s much like you! Good head on his shoulders, that one.” 

  “I am honored, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi echoed back, peering down at the photos Saikawa showed him. 

  “He sends me a lot of these- uh,” Saikawa snorted, his nose reddened by the alcohol. “What do young people call it, the- pictures-”

  “Selfies?” Akaashi politely supplied. 

  “That’s the one! Look. Precious, ain’t he?”

  His earpiece crackled to life. 

  Konoha’s voice emerged from the static. 

  “We’re ready when you are,” his senior murmured. “Man, this is taking too long. Let’s get some burgers when we’re done.”

  “Akaashi-san,” Wataru croaked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he continued, “K-Komi-san and the others are waiting for you.”

  Saikawa perked up. “Ah, of course! Of course!” 

  He stumbled when he attempted to stand up. Akaashi was quick on his feet to assist him.

  “I knew I could count on you, son,” he muttered, patting Akaashi’s back. “Now, you tell Bokuto that what happened between us- it’s all in the past! All in the past! And if those bastards mess with him again, you tell him to run to old Jun’ichi!”

  Akaashi clasped Saikawa’s hand.

  “Thank you,” Akaashi said. “I’ll be sure to relay your sentiments to Bokuto-san.”

  “You do that, my boy.” Saikawa’s belly shook as he laughed. “Your generation’s a smart one, indeed. The in-fighting and wars, bah! All that trouble for nothing; that’s not your style. Your lot’s the future now!”

  Then, Akaashi stepped a few meters back and bowed. 

  Wataru followed behind him. 

  “We will be taking our leave,” Akaashi said. “It has been an illuminating talk, Jun’ichi-san.”

  The sound of the bamboo drip trickling water into another stalk permeated through the silence.

  It collapsed and clunked against a stone. 

  He heard the birds flutter away.

  When Wataru raised his head, Saikawa had already been lying face down on the floor. 

  And, of course, Wataru’s used to it: the crack of a gun muffled by a silencer. 

  He’s been practicing his entire life, after all. He actually doesn’t flinch anymore and Wataru thinks he should be proud of himself.

  It’s just that... how could someone who used to be there, suddenly...disappear? Saikawa was right in front of him a few minutes ago. Laughing and showing off photographs of his son. And now he’s...not.

  But, Saikawa didn’t disappear. Not really. 

  The blood seeping through the tatami is proof of it, but Wataru chooses not to look. In theory, he knows what a bullet through the skull looks like. He’d just rather not see today if what he’s taught reflects true in the real world. 

  Maybe some other time.

  “Wataru.” 

  Wataru flinched. “Y-yes?”

  Akaashi looked back at him. “The cake?”

  His body was still trembling and it took a lot of strength to not let it show in his hands when he gave it back to Akaashi, the box pleasantly yellow with doodles of doe-eyed eggs dancing along the handle. Unblemished, unlike Akaashi, who was sporting a splatter of blood along his cheek. 

  It’s surprisingly still cool to touch, too.

  “No, thank you,” he said, rejecting the handkerchief that Wataru offered. 

  From afar, Wataru could hear the faint melodies of an old love song being played by a car radio. No doubt Konoha’s doing. It followed them, growing louder the closer they walked back into the parking lot. The others bowed and sent gruff salutations along Akaashi’s way as they dragged bodies out of the Saikawa mansion. 

  (It was nauseating and Wataru wanted to pass out.)

  He pressed his nails harshly into the meat of his palm. 

  “A-Akaashi-san,” Wataru began. “I didn’t know that- that um, you liked... sweets.”

  Akaashi halted. 

  “No, I don’t,” he said, blinking. “But my wife does.”

  Wataru stared at him. 

  Akaashi went ahead. 

  He stayed that way— staring and wondering, until they stopped by the fast food restaurant that Konoha loved so much. Wataru couldn’t even finish his burger and fries. 

  By the time that they hit the freeway, Akaashi had already cleaned himself up and Wataru was still grappling with the word “wife.” 

  Of course he knows the man is married. 

  But, how, exactly, do you reconcile his reputation with the sight of him, every passing headlight sharpening his features, quietly humming along to Aki Yashiro? Who was longing for Shinjuku at night, the beauty of it, and oh, how wonderful it’d be, she said: a rendezvous with her lover, waiting for her under raining cherry blossoms. 

  Wataru figured that he was tired and starting to see things. 

  That small smile that graced Akaashi’s lips couldn't be real, either, especially those hands of his that held the box of cake like it’s worth more than gold.

He wasn't really particular when it comes to music. A song's a song, in Akaashi's opinion. Another form of noise that helps when the silence gets too overbearing. 

  But you, on the other hand, liked music. Listened to it the same way one eats their favorite food: memorizes the lyrics; goes out of your way to collect unearthed photographs and newspaper clippings that made the singer seem more human.

  You loved music— was probably the right way of putting it.

  Especially the old variety. He didn't get it at first. The sounds are dated; no one speaks in that language with that cadence anymore; the singer's probably dead.

  Well, Akaashi still doesn't get it, if he were to be honest. 

  Yet here he is. 

  His hands were wrapped around your waist, coaxing you into a slow— albeit clumsy, waltz.

  "Kei-kun!" you squeaked. "The dishes!"

  You dragged your slippers beneath you, struggling to wipe the suds off your hands. 

  "S-seriously, Kei-kun..!"

  Sure, he doesn’t fully understand what’s great about it, music. 

  Yet here he is. 

  Perhaps it’s because he immediately recognized the first few notes this time, that’s why he’s doing this. He didn’t even wait for the DJ to finish saying, “You’re still listening to Vintage F.M. Here’s a classic for you couples out there. Have a romantic night with Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-”

  Perhaps it’s because your cream stew tasted extra special that it made him shrug the fatigue off, giving in to the urge of pulling you close and taking your damp hand in his to sway and bob along the skipping bassline. Your bashful objections went in one ear and out the other.

  Sure, he’s not the type to do this, either, dancing. 

  Yet here he is. 

  Perhaps it’s because he knew that it’s your favorite song.

  Perhaps it’s just what marriage does to you.

  "Did you like the cake?" he whispered against your neck, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and the way your skin jumped as he did.

  Your breaths were shallow against his chest, but you managed a soft, “Yes, sweetheart. Thank you.”

  Akaashi caressed your back, kneading the tensed muscles as he huffed. 

  “Good,” he murmured, trembling. “Good girl. What a relief." 

  It was endearing, how offbeat the both of you were. A shame, though, considering that Nat King Cole’s fervently insisting on love; that it’s all that I can give to you; that it’s more than just a game for two. 

  So Akaashi makes up for his two left feet by joining in. He pressed his lips to your forehead. How strange, your presence in his life. What did he do to deserve you by his side, for this contentment that thaws away the chill?

  (He put a ring on your finger, is what he did. He deserves this.)

  “Two,” he droned, made giddy by the sparks in his belly, “in love can make it.”

  You looked at him, wide-eyed. 

  “Take my heart and please don’t break it.”

  He spun you around.

  “Oh my god, Kei-kun,” you gasped. “You can’t sing.”

  Akaashi’s aware of it all too well. He can’t carry a note; not him: the guy who’s had monotony ingrained in his very being. But that’s why he has you.

  A startled giggle left you as he guided you into a box step, the trumpet rising and falling over the strings. You stepped on him a few times, so he lifted you up, just so, and kicked off your slippers. Then, he set your feet atop his own. 

  He took you with him as he moved, waddling and careful not to hit his back against the countertop. It came as no revelation that both of you weren’t any better dancers even after this maneuver.

  Akaashi continued. Starting with L—

  “Is for the way you look at me.”

  “Stop, stop-” Your eyes crinkled at the sides. “You’re flat.”

  Akaashi persisted, anyway, taking your cheek to pepper kisses all over your face.

  “O is for the only one I see.”

  Your laugh was airy— light and buoyant all over the kitchen, like a fairy leaving stardust in its wake. Not gratingly booming nor demanding. After all, you weren’t the kind who felt the need for it: an audience to witness how pleased you are; how strong and powerful you are over everyone else. 

  Besides, your laugh was just for him. A private and intimate thing. And he was so lost in it that he almost forgot what’s been gnawing at him for the entire morning.

  Akaashi rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling the downy fabric of your dress as he gripped you by the hips. 

  “Where did you go earlier?” 

  The orchestra was in a joyous uproar, joining the rapid beating of your heart; the trumpet bright and clear, singing in harmony with the bass and saxophones and trombones, as Nat King Cole repeatedly guaranteed, as if an oath, that love was made for me and you. 

  Love was made for me and you.

  “I had to buy some groceries!” you piped up. “We ran out of ingredients. Sorry, I forgot to bring my phone with me. Oh, I have to run you a bath. I’ll tell you when it’s done, alright?”

  You broke away from him with a beaming grin, but Akaashi wanted to ask, despite the evidence of it before him. 

  “Are you happy?”

  It has already ended, the song. The DJ was signing off for the night.

  You nodded, playfully jabbing his arm with a fist. 

  “Of course,” you told him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Perhaps it’s because you were never really good at pretense, no matter how much you hid behind needless noise. 

  Music. Laughter. Running water. 

  Akaashi sighed as he slumped down the nearest stool.

  Of course you’re happy. Why wouldn’t you be?

  After rubbing his eyes with clammy fingers, Akaashi fiddled them together beneath his temples. He released a heavy breath and fished for his phone in his pocket.

  He spoke after the first two rings. 

  “Wataru-san, I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. “Can you do something for me?”

  His subordinate didn't ask him why, neither did he react when he'd stated his request. Akaashi knew, however, that the question was sitting in Wataru's clipped replies. The boy’s “yes, sir” and “understood, sir” were far too enthusiastic than normal.

  Akaashi didn’t mind, though, if he did ask. And despite that familiar pang of dread, Akaashi would answer him like the common— just like the average, everyday husband— with that characteristic, bordering on irksome pride that they have when they talk about their wives. 

  Why?

  “Well, Wataru-san,” Akaashi would answer. “Perhaps this is just what marriage does to you.”

The house was a house like any other.

  There was an old pickup truck parked outside the freshly painted gate, carrying crates of fruits and vegetables in its trunk. Along the bricked walls was an overgrowth of vines and ferns. It extended around the windows and crept up the balcony.

  A large Shiba ran outside and jumped to your lap as soon as it saw you by the driveway.

  Wataru heard Chiaki stir at the back of the car.

  “Pay up, asshole,” he grunted, waking a disheveled Ryota who’s still holding a half-bitten melon bread.

  His lackey cracked his neck and gave the scenery a cursory glance. “Could be a front.”

  Ryota grumbled and went back to sleep.

  “Idiot,” Chiaki clicked his tongue. “She traveled all the way to Miyagi just to give intel? And here? Of all places?”

  Three days. 

  They’ve tailed you for three days. Akaashi-san never said anything else, besides that within the week, while he’s gone and sealing deals in another country, there was a high likelihood of you folding and getting out of Tokyo. 

  To run right here. In Miyagi.

  He didn’t say why, really, but Wataru supposes it’s better that he didn’t. Because during the days of absolute, mind-crushing boredom, of watching some suburban wife go out for a morning walk, chat with her neighbors, and shop around the market, rinse and repeat, coming up with the Why had been their only salvation.

  The betting pool has two answers: cheater or snitch.

  Chiaki was insistent on the former, while Ryota stood by the latter. 

  And Wataru...Wataru could only watch, waiting with a bated breath as the door finally opened.

  “I bet it’s someone younger,” Chiaki said. “Usually is.”

  Seems that none of them were winning anything today.

  The man who emerged from the house was far older— who, oddly enough, resembled you. An  old woman soon followed behind him. Both of them looked at you as if they were witnessing a specter, or someone who's crawled back from the dead. An appropriate comparison, especially since they’re both wearing somber black clothes.

  It wasn’t his place to assume. Though he’s been promoted to a slightly higher position, it will never come close to the place that Keiji Akaashi occupies. Wataru knows all of these, but nothing was stopping him from putting the pieces together, no matter what little he has.

  They could only stare when all of you broke down into tears, locked in each other’s embrace as you knelt on the pavement. 

  Don’t let her stay too long.

  That had been one of Akaashi-san’s orders.

  So the three of them didn’t wait it out. By the time that the sun had set, Wataru had already stepped out of the car, taking Ryota with him. He made sure to remind the boy, just in case he’d forgotten.

  “Be gentle, alright?” Wataru reiterated.

  There hadn’t been any need for that, it turned out. 

  He’s sure you’ve never met before, but Wataru saw bitter understanding flash in your eyes when you caught them loitering in front of your house. Fear was there, too, of course. 

  Wataru was convinced that surely it’s a good thing. It saved everyone a lot of time, that way.

  You didn’t even say a word, only giving Wataru a stiff nod when he’d introduced himself, and remained like so on the ride back to Tokyo, with the strap of your handbag trapped by a clenched fist. Wataru didn’t try to initiate small talk; it felt unnecessary.

  It took a while for Wataru to realize that you also hadn’t bothered to change out of your pajamas, though he gave you a couple of minutes to say your farewells. 

  Pajamas, obscured now by a thick, gray coat. 

  Akaashi-san was right.

  You had no plans of coming home. Not tonight. Maybe not for a while.

  Wataru decided not to linger on it anymore. 

  He ignored the blank stare that pierced right through the rear-view mirror. And then, Wataru wondered, hand sweating in his pocket, what the three of them should have for dinner.

Thick chunks of pumpkin melted in your mouth with just the first spoonful of broth. 

  It'd been a while since the last time Akaashi cooked. So, more than anything, it was the sight of him setting plates and utensils that took you aback, greeting you with a, "Welcome home. You're just in time. Food's ready," his sleeves rolled to his elbows while donning your baby owl-printed apron. 

  The taste didn't. Surprise you, that is. He's a good cook. Unlike you, who only became marginally better one hundred burn scars later. 

  It also didn't surprise you that he flew back home at the drop of a hat. Even when he said he'd be gone for a week.

  "How is it?" Akaashi asked after chewing. "Took me a while to make it."

  It obviously did, you thought. When you arrived, Irma Thomas was already begging through the record player.

  "Do you need me, like I need you?" she implored, straight from the heart. "Look at me, I'm crying from holding you." 

  The last song on your favorite record. It was cheap and had the best from the artists you loved. 

  Etta James. Ella Fitzgerald. Aretha Franklin. The Mills Brothers. Bessie Smith. All in one vinyl.

  "Yeah," you replied, clearing your throat when you realized how hard it is to speak. "It's delicious."

  You looked back down to your bowl. The  tofu had gone untouched. Your food was still close to spilling to the brim, while Akaashi was almost finished with his, scrolling on his phone laid on the table.

  "So no one coaxed you into it," you heard him say, and that had ripped your eyes away from the broth like a bandage on an infected wound.

  Akaashi was holding your phone, reading the messages- his number was the only one there, as pealing bells resonated in the dining room. 

  "I'd think of all the things that I wanted of you," cried Irma Thomas. "To make me forget the pain that you caused."

  "I would've known if anyone else talked to you, anyway," he huffed, locking the screen before blowing steam off the morsel. 

  "You would," you conceded. The tofu was soft when you bit into it, sinking into your teeth.

  "I found that in our cabinet. Last time it was in the kitchen drawer, wasn't it?" Akaashi helped himself to a bowl of rice. "Don't leave it in stuffy places. What if you forget where you hid it and you won't know when I call?"

  "And I can no longer keep track of where you are for every moment of the day?" you could hear him say. Though he didn't; though all that could heard, besides the scraping of utensils, was Irma Thomas declaring:

  A fragile thing, like life. It just don't last so long.

  It could be for a minute or an hour. Or then again, from now.

  Your lips tightened with a grin. "I won't do it again, sweetheart," you said, spoon hanging limply in your hold.    

  He didn't need to say it. 

  That your phone has a tracker. That this house is still the same cage that it'd been before. That the only difference between then and now is that silver band on your finger.

  Akaashi’s blinked back at you as he sipped  what remained of the soup. You tried to do the same.

  The savory taste was cloying and it burned in your throat, so you didn't attempt to finish the bowl. It cut down to your heart, sinking heavily on your stomach, bile rising as the song came to a close.

  You gulped it down, though. You had to. And in the final moments, Irma Thompson told you what she really wanted. 

  "Make me forget," she said, "the pain that you'd caused."

  The chorus joined her. "Understanding is a great thing," she concluded. "If it comes from the heart."

  Akaashi was on his own phone this time. Most likely checking on the business that he left, judging by those furrowed brows and that long-suffering look in his eyes.   

  Fizzling noise came at the heels of the fading music. Then, it stopped. And there was nothing left anymore but silence.

  It's over now. Akaashi’s making a move to clean up. You were supposed to say, "That was a lovely dinner, honey." Or, you could tell him to sit down and watch a movie with you when he's done. 

  "I'll help you with the dishes," you wanted to say. 

  I'll help you with the dishes. It was so easy to say. 

  Instead, what came out of your mouth was a hushed call for his name.

  "Kei-kun," you repeated, brittle and weak and dry.  

  "I'm so sorry," you might've mouthed. 

  You could barely hear your own voice as you looked at him. Akaashi paused from tidying the table. 

  You're parched and a lot has happened today. Gathering the courage to take that first step out of the city had taken what little strength you had. The fear never left you. Seeing your old house almost ended you. 

  It should be physically impossible for you to still be able to cry. And yet there doesn't seem to be an end to your tears now, the same way your apologies unfurled in an embarrassingly infinite string.

  "Don't lock me inside here again," you whispered, clinging to him as he shushed you, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs as he helped you drink a glass of water.

  He carried you to your room and sat you down on the bed, right between his thighs. You sobbed into your hands, tears and snot on the sleeves of your pajama top.

  "I- I just wanted to see them. That's all. Just one day, Kei-kun. One day. I was gonna come back, I swear." 

  You're rambling. You're a madwoman pleading and bargaining with a stone-cold judge because playing house is the only thing keeping her alive. 

  And you messed that up you foolish, foolish girl.

  "Please don't hurt my family," you heaved. "They're all I have left."

  Akaashi doesn't speak, not for a while, but when he did, you bawled harder.

  "I can kill them all," he said, matter of factly. 

  It is true. Hearing him say it does not make it easier to take, though. 

  "I can hurt you the same way that you hurt me."

  Your neck strained as he tipped your chin towards him with a slender finger. 

  "I can break you," he muttered, not batting an eye.

  That, too, is true. You know it all too well. He said it with such serenity, still and undisturbed by the shaking of your head, because it goes without saying. 

  Except, you, too, know it. 

  When he is breaking. When he is falling apart.

  He smothered you, taking your entire body to curl against you, making himself small as he pressed his face on your back.

  "Yet- and yet I-" Akaashi sniffled. You felt your shirt dampen. "I've given you everything."

  When he finally brought his face close to yours, he looked so lost. Almost like a little boy who's on the verge of drowning,  clinging desperately onto a lifesaver and too shocked to shout for help. 

  You hated him all the more for it.

  "Each other," he said, snarling, almost, through tears as he grabbed your face with both hands. "That's all we have left, you hear? You and I. Husband and wife."

  He seized your jaw and turned it towards the vanity mirror.

  The room was dark save for the light in the hallway, peeking into the crack through the doorway. 

  But you could see yourself. And you could see your hand intertwined in his, your rings gleaming like muted starlights. 

  "We made a vow," he whispered, kissing your ring finger. 

  A detached part of you is astonished with how inescapable it is. Whether it be a reward or a punishment; a good day or a bad one.

  No matter what happens, you always end up like this, don't you? 

  Begging to him with your legs spread wide.

  You did as you'd always done when he began unbuttoning your top. 

  You go back to that autumn morning, when you first laid your eyes on him, a cup of coffee in his hand, and you thought that he had the prettiest face you'd ever seen.

  You go back to when he was just this really romantic guy who sent you flowers every day. There was a letter, every time. 

  Nothing too grandiose. Just short messages hoping that you'd have a great day ahead.

  He kissed your neck, wet smooches and long, flat-tongued licks dipping down your shoulder.

  He watched you through the mirror, his eyes a pair of darkened blues daring you to look away.

  Akaashi Keiji was your boyfriend, you told yourself. You dated him for quite some time before you married.

  Akaashi Keiji got along well with your father and doted on your mother. On Sundays, you visit them and they send you back to Tokyo with ripe watermelons. 

  Akaashi Keiji has never hurt you.

  The man tracing the hem of your bra, cupping your clothed tits and drawing lazy circles over nipples, however, did.

  (And he still will in future. He still is, right now.)

  This man is the real one. 

  And you have angered him, so he will not make this easy for you.

  "What did you promise me?" Akaashi whispered as he lightly bit the shell of your ear. "Or have you forgotten?"

  Of course, you haven't forgotten. You were chained to this very room when you made them, after all.

  "N-no, I remember," you said, catching your breath. "I remember, Kei-kun."

  "Then say it," he said. "Look at me."

  You shivered as his palms swept over your  stomach; as he unfastened your bra, letting it fall down your arms.

  "Look at me when you say it."

  You felt your nipples harden, gooseprickles spread all over you, as the air hit your bare skin, cooling the sweat that made it glisten.

  "Please," he rasped.

  The eyes of the woman in the mirror was hooded, threatening to close as she puffed with each squeeze and caress to her tits, swiveling her hips against her husband’s crotch as he grinded into her. 

  "I will be happy," she said.

  Akaashi nuzzled your temple, using his rough fingers to tease your nipples just as he did, brushing them to and fro, then grazing the bumpy skin around until you're squeaking out his name. 

  And when he began pressing down on the stiff peaks with his thumbs, before rolling and pulling at them, the heels of his palm digging into your tits, you saw the woman claw at her husband's hair, a graceless affair that almost scratched his eye out, making him reach for both her arms to wrap them around his neck. 

  "I- I will..!" Her lips parted in a breathless scream and it was disgusting how lewd she appeared. "I will not run away!"

  The streak of tears on his cheeks touched yours when he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, his wet tongue gliding in so slowly as he deepened the kiss with a throaty groan.

  His other hand crawled down to your soaked panties. You couldn't contain the mewl that left you.

  Both of you gasped and struggled to breathe again after you parted from each other.  

  "You understand, don't you?" he rasped.   

  Two of his fingers slid down your folds, only to slither back up, then down again, smearing your cunt with its own slick.

  But he never touched your swollen clit, even though it's throbbing and aching to be rubbed and the hard bulge sitting between your ass grew harder the more you squirmed in his hold, whimpering like a bitch in heat.  

  You heard your husband sigh, his hot breath tickling you when he said, "This isn't about you now."

Belly pushed into the edge of the dressing table, rattling and battering against the wall with each forceful thrust, and your leg perched atop it, made numb by Akaashi's grip on your thigh.

  That was the first thing that you could recall when you opened your eyes.

  But your entire body was screaming in pain, so you knew that everything else that happened last night would come back to you soon enough.

  The flesh had a memory of its own. 

  You sat up with a groan and you didn't have to see the marks to know.

  His teeth were still nipping at you, biting you until they drew blood, only to follow with an apologetic lapping of his tongue. 

  You could feel him beneath you, his hands clawing you down to him, palms kneading your ass cheeks as you bounced up and down on his cock.

  You could feel him above you, gripping your wrists not unlike the cuffs that once kept you shackled. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling you close to him, filling you up with loads and loads of cum, squelching every time he sank down your weeping hole.

  And when your vision began to blur at the edges, he carried your body, mere seconds into fainting, to the dressing table. 

  The evidence of that stared back at you in shameful streaks and smudges, traces of your fingers on the mirror when he rammed your cunt from behind.

  "Are you happy?" Akaashi whispered.

  You don't know. 

  When he's just your husband who comes home to your arms and brings you sweets because he knows how much you love them; who dances with you in the kitchen and listens intently to you when you talk about that cute dog you saw at the park, were you happy, then?

  You don't know, but the woman in the mirror, in that moment, surely was.

  She even said, "Yes, yes, Kei-kun, right there, fuck me right there!"

  Her pupils were blown wide, eyes rolling almost over to the back of her head. And despite the cries that escaped her, there was a wide, dissipated smile on her lips,  spit trailing down her chin.

  "Look at you," Akaashi said, grunting when your walls tightened around his shaft. "You're clearly happy with me."

  "So why? Why'd you even think of leaving?" He rocked his hips, grinding his thick cock against that spot that had you holding onto the mirror. "Don't ever do that to me again." 

  You told him no, no, you won't run away again, but it didn't seem to placate his unease, nor his tears.

  "I'm so scared, everyday, that you'll leave me and- and- it feels like hell. I would rather die." 

  He kissed your nape as he huffed and said, "Because I don't know what I'll do without you."

  You never really understood why; what about you had caused him to single you out in the sea of people that had vied for his attention. Especially now as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

  There were dark circles under your eyes and Akaashi’s t-shirt was rumpled on your body, engulfing you whole with its size— a far cry from that lovely, dazzling bride that his best friend, Bokuto, had described you as on your wedding day. 

  But you’re aware, more than anyone, that Akaashi Keiji is the last person to care about appearances. 

  When he entered the room, carrying a tray in his hands, he gazed at that disheveled girl with eyebags big enough to be dragged around the same way he looked at her when he waited for her at the end of the aisle.

  “I made you pancakes,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he sat down beside you.

  You were tired so it didn’t dawn on you as quickly as it should that he made them the way you preferred. Four fluffy pieces stacked atop one another, sprinkled with powdered sugar, whipped cream and a smattering of berries on the side.

  He fiddled with his fingers when you only stared at it, so you immediately took the fork in your hand and sliced the pancake in half.

  “I’ll be taking some time off work,” Akaashi said as you took the food in your mouth. You only nodded, having noticed that he wasn’t wearing the usual bespoke suit as soon as he entered the room.

  You felt him near you; felt his hand, warm to touch, cup your face.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes were misty and, this close, it seemed that he, too, wasn’t in a good shape. “So please-” Akaashi licked his chapped lips, “Please don’t go.”

  “I won’t,” you replied, giving him the smile that you knew he needed. “I promise.”

  Then, as you moved to kiss him on the cheek, the chains that tethered you to the bedpost clinked softly beneath the blanket, and you didn’t bother to keep the tears at the bay.

  Akaashi wiped them for you when you said that you loved him. And when he asked why, you only shrugged and told him that the pancakes were so sweet that they could make anyone cry. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

~

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

~

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

~

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

~

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

~

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

~

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

~

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

~

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

~

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

~

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

~

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

~

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

~

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

~

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

~

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

~

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

~

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

~

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

~

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

~

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

~

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

~

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

~

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

~

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

~

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

~

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

~

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

[flooffybits]

Sing Me Something

Idol: Lee Siyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Everyone knew that the members liked to learn how to play instruments. So imagine their surprise when one of them receives a present that Siyeon is more than happy to have around.

A/n: yes i am aware that this is not angst

☕buy me a coffee☕

People knew how much you loved to learn new things, more so when you showed them a completely new talent during one of your appearances in Fact In Star. They all knew you could speak two languages due to you being a foreigner, but imagine their surprise when you had spoken in a very different language they hadn’t known you already knew.

Yoohyeon explained at some point how you had picked up after her, learning a new language due to your desire to further interact with your international fans. So now, as you faced the camera and spoke with said fans, they wondered what you were still doing at the company at such a late hour, knowing full well that you should be tired due to the fact that your comeback was slowly approaching.

“Why am I not home?” You read outloud, eyes wide before you cocked your head to the side and then pointed to the instrument leaning against the wall behind you. “Everyone, there’s no guitar at the dorm, and I haven’t exactly decided on buying one yet.” You answer with a small sigh and lean against your seat.

Someone commented about Yoohyeon having one and you shake your head. “Yoohyeonnie is sleeping early now because we’re all getting ready. But I also don’t want to use hers because I’m scared that I might break it.” You say while pretending to cry.

It truly was lonely when none of your members were around to accompany you.

You read as the comments kept going up, smiling to a few. "I've been trying to learn for a while now. I've always been so interested ever since I was a kid." You grin before picking up the instrument and then pluck at the strings, the sound filling your ears when you try to play a few chords.

Looking back up, you find various requests and suggestions of songs to sing. "I'm not that good at it yet." You laugh bashfully but try to think of a song easy enough to play, using the suggestions of your fans as well. You try recalling a few chords and check the comments to see if you were doing alright.

When you finally settle for a song, you let your muscles relax before beginning to play the intro to Blackpink's Stay after seeing a few fans commenting on it and they all seemed to be enjoying it even when you keep your focus on your fingers on the fretboard. Though you do look back during the chorus, pretending to sing it for those who were watching.

At some point, you forget one of the chords and look up for help, laughing as you did. “Like this?” You ask when you place your forefinger on one of the strings, nose crinkling when you don’t follow right away. But with the help of your fans, you were able to get back on track.

You end it a little earlier than the people would hope, laughing before you checked your phone to see a text from one of your members. "Siyeon unnie just messaged me." You inform them while picking your phone up to check on the contents of her message. “Was she watching the live?” You wonder out loud.

y/n come hooome TT as much as i love hearing you sing, its late and i want to cuddle you

You giggle at the cute little message before sending her a reply about how you were busy talking with InSomnia. In response, your phone started to ring a few seconds after, making you laugh some more as you answered the older woman's call, putting it on speaker for people to hear.

"Unnie, what's wrong?" You ask before her whining reaches your ears. "I said come home." The already present smile on your face only grows as you gently set the guitar down. "But I told you that I'm talking to Somnia. I’m also practicing." You retorted playfully and fans are cooing as the two of you continue to converse.

"Everyone!" She calls out this time, knowing full well that you've put her on speaker after she had called and with the way you spoke. "Please say goodnight to our Y/n. She has to come back home and tend to her favorite unnie."

The comment has you giggling and you bring the phone closer to your lips just so you're sure she can hear you. "Dong unnie hasn't texted me though.” You tease before she’s making a sound. “Yah! Since when did you replace me?” She demanded and you had to stop yourself from laughing too much. “I didn’t replace you, Dong unnie and Jiu unnie are my favorite.”

“Ah, is that so?” She asks and you’re suddenly wary of the change in her tone. “Just wait until Sua unnie hears this.” There it was. You felt your throat dry up and you looked as though you had gone pale at the mention of the dancer, knowing full well that she will not stop bugging you for not choosing her.

And it looked like your fans had the same thought.

“Okay, maybe Sua unnie is my favorite, too.”

“Yah!” The vocalist protested and you just smiled before shaking your head. “Okay, okay. I’ll come home in a while and take care of you, unnie.” You finally relent after the continuous whining noises she’s given, chuckling as you can basically hear the pout in her voice. “Tell me I’m your favorite.” Her voice was so small and you didn’t have the heart to keep teasing her anymore.

“Siyeon unnie is my favorite. Don’t worry.” You assure her before she finally perks up. “You heard that, right everyone? Y/n is mine!” She boasts and you finally put her off speaker before pressing the device to your ear. “I’ll see you in a while, unnie.”

“Be quick.” She replies and you finally say goodbye before looking back to the live, grinning as you addressed your viewers. “Well, you heard unnie. I have to get home soon.” You explain to them, opting to read a bit more of the comments instead of leaving right away.

But you did find comments telling you that it was fine to leave and that you should tend to Siyeon. Even your ship name had been mentioned a lot after the little interaction.

“Unnie is really cute, right?” You laughed before standing so you could put the guitar back from where you first got it. “But, she’s right. It is pretty late and we still have practice tomorrow.” You pout, zipping the bag up and then safely putting it away before returning to the camera, only to see a few more of Siyeon’s messages.

You said you were coming home now :((( youre still doing the live

ynnnnn

why are you making me wait

“Siyeon unnie just texted again, everyone.” You say amusedly. “It looks like she is watching. Unnie, hold on, I’m just fixing up and saying goodnight to InSomnia.” You explain as you tie your hair up so it wasn’t falling on your face. “I’ll talk to you all next time, hopefully I can play the guitar well for you all by then.”

You smile at the encouraging words sent your way before deciding to finally end the live. “See you soon, goodnight. I love you!” Waving goodbye, you finally turn it off before gathering your things and finally leave the company, sending Siyeon a quick text that you were on your way home.

..

Siyeon waited for you as you finished getting your makeup done. She was happily admiring your outfit for this fanmeet, seeing how you seemed comfortable in it and that it wasn’t too much for you while keeping the theme of everyone wearing black. In fact, it looked like something you would wear during a casual hangout, yet it still looked stylish.

“Please make our Y/n extra pretty.” She had requested in a cute tone, making your stylist chuckle and you to smile. “Y/n is pretty already, so there’s not much for me to do.” She had replied as she made sure your hair was in place, clipping two parts at the back before leaving the rest of your hair down in waves of ash brown, and Siyeon all but bounced in her place when she saw that you were finally finished after your stylist applied a bit of hairspray.

Making sure that there was nothing else missed, your stylist nodded approvingly before gently nudging you towards the waiting woman. “Don’t mess her hair up, please.” Siyeon salutes playfully before encasing you in her arms, lightly pecking your cheek just so her lipstick doesn’t leave a mark.

“Our Y/n is so pretty. I could kiss you.” You crinkle your nose at her claim before poking her side. “Unnie just said not to mess my hair up.” You remind and she pouts. “Come on, just one kiss. It’s not even going to bother your hair.” She reasons, but your stylist pipes up behind you. “Don’t ruin her makeup either.”

You laugh at the face Siyeon makes, Minji doing the same when she catches what’s going on. “You’re both so cute! But unnie is right, Siyeon-ah. We’re starting in a while and you don’t want Y/n late because she has to redo her hair and makeup.” The leader warns and Siyeon lets out an exaggerated sigh before resting her head on your shoulder instead. “Fine.”

Siyeon’s pout would grow whenever your attention would flit away from her and to either Handong or Minji, recalling your past live where you had told her that the pair were your favorites, though you’ve already stated that you were only joking around. When Bora was there, however, the dancer made it her goal to wreak havoc when her sight zeroed in on you after Siyeon told her she wasn’t your favorite.

You remember running away from her the morning after, only for it to be in vain because she had you trapped in the practice room and the only way you could avoid her was when you used your members to shield yourself, yet the only ones who helped you out were your leader and Handong, fueling the little jealousy that Siyeon already felt after your admission.

Since then, Bora decided to bring it up whenever she could, though you know that she just wants your attention just as much as Siyeon does.

“Y/n, come here!” Siyeon groaned as Bora called you once more, tightening her arms around your waist as you looked over. “Why?” She asked for you, the pout already set on her face as Bora grabbed your hand. “She’s sitting next to me.” She stated with a smirk and you grimaced before trying to spot your manager.

“Don’t even try it. Let’s go!” Bora tugged at your arms and you reluctantly left Siyeon’s arms, despite her protest. “Why can’t she sit next to me?” The brunette whined and Gahyeon looked at Siyeon. “You spend the most time with Y/n unnie. We’re her members, too!” Handong chuckled at their squabbling. “I think Y/n spends a lot of time with all of us.”

“That’s because you’re also hogging her when Siyeon unnie isn’t around.” Yoohyeon pointed out with Bora nodding in agreement. “She comes to you often, especially when she wants to study Chinese.” Yubin added as she fixed her skirt and then dusted herself off. “Basically the unnies have taken Y/n away.” Minji chuckled amusedly when she reached to pinch your cheeks.

Siyeon huffed at that, crossing her arms as she watched Bora cuddling you already. “But Y/n is mine!” She complained and Yoohyeon leaned against her shoulder. “Y/n unnie is going to get tired with all of us if we don’t stop arguing and go. Our manager is also going to get angry, too.” She laughed when you all saw your managers waving you over.

“Come on, kids! Time to meet InSomnias!”

While you’ve done this numerous times, it never failed to bring a smile to all of your faces. As soon as the screaming of fans met your ears, you had all forgotten about the little argument you all had in the dressing room and greeted your fans with vigorous energy.

If you could, you might have already hopped out of your seat to hug them.

As everyone was happily interacting with the people that sat in front of them, thanking them for coming and accepting gifts, Siyeon smiled when she greeted one of your fansites. “You’re the person who always makes cute edits for Y/n.” She beamed and the fansite smiled shyly while nodding their head.

“There aren’t that many people who make them for Y/n unnie, so I try my best.” Siyeon’s smile widened at that before nodding her head while she signed the fan’s album, leaving a quick thank you message. “Y/n really appreciates it, so I hope you keep up the good work.” She encourages and the fansite nods happily. “Of course!”

When your fansite reaches you, Bora is telling her to make sure that your best edits are the ones with her in them, earning a laugh from you as you greet them. “Don’t mind unnie. She’s still upset with me.” You tell her, and your fansite giggles while nodding her head. “I figured as much since your live before the comeback.” She answers and you grin before opening their album to sign your name on it.

“How is your guitar practice going, unnie?” She had asked and you look up with a smile and she mimics it when she sees how your eyes sparkle at the mention of your little hobby. “I’m getting better! Of course, you all helped me last time. I should hire you guys.” You joked and she giggled with you before nodding her head. “Then that means I can give this to you.”

You were a little confused by what she meant, but when she moved to remove the strap of the guitar bag from her shoulder, your eyes widened when she brought it forward. “You said you don’t have a guitar yet, so I got you one! It’s a little similar to the one I have at home, but I had this one customized with your animal and favorite color.”

“You didn’t have to. This must have cost a lot!” You say worriedly, but she shook her head in reply. “It’s not much, please don’t worry. I also got this for you so you don’t have to be at the company so late.” She explained while lowering the case a bit. “Also this way, you can practice while you’re in the dorm and you don’t have to borrow Yoohyeon’s guitar.”

You were a bit overwhelmed with such a heartfelt gift and you quickly stood to bow at her, surprising your members who sat on either side of you, and fans who caught the interaction. “Thank you so much. I promise I’ll take care of it.” You told her when you sat back down as she blushed and waved her hands.

When it was time for her to move over to Yubin, you bid her goodbye with the biggest smile on your face before you asked your managers to handle the item with care as they came to put it in your box of gifts.

Once that was done and you were able to talk with all of your fans, the tables and chairs were cleared and all eight of you gathered on the stage to take pictures while also answering some questions, along with conversing with them in general.

Seeing how happy you were at the moment, your members watched you with fond smiles as you kept waving to everyone, posing for the camera like the rest of them were. They could also see how you were excited to see your new guitar, seeing as you haven’t really checked the inside of the bag to see the actual present.

“Unnie, do you want to open it?” Yoohyeon’s voice had caught your attention and you see Yubin already walking over to your box of things to carefully retrieve the guitar with the help of your managers. “Is that okay?” You ask confusedly when you walked closer, though it was clear that you were more than happy to see it.

Bora grinned before nodding her head. “Go ahead. I think everyone wants to see it, too.” She tells you before Yubin handed it over and you gently put it down, crouching as you unzipped the bag. Siyeon had come up next to you and crouched beside you, making sure that you were covered up.

She observes you when you take a look at the instrument and she aww’s at the expression on your face when you finally see what it looked like. The body was in your favorite color and a copy of your signature was on the upper part of it along with little doodles of your assigned animal. When you turn it to check the back, both you and Siyeon are pleasantly surprised to see words carved on the neck of the guitar.

We dream of you the way you dream of us

You let your fingers lightly trace each word, your smile not once faltering and Siyeon had to stop herself from tearing up as she stared at the message before you looked up, searching for the fansite who had given you the guitar before finally meeting her eyes.

Shooting her a smile, you borrowed Gahyeon’s microphone before speaking. “I love you, thank you.” Though you didn’t say much, everyone could feel the various emotions and feelings it held underneath, and there really was no need to further ask you about it as you stood to try it, Siyeon helping you with the strap - one that also had a few more characters you adored.

“Is everyone up for one more song?” You ask and your members had no complaints along with your managers since there was still a bit of time before you had to perform What.

“What are you singing for us, Y/n?” Handong asked as you tuned the guitar while Siyeon rested her head on Gahyeon’s shoulder as they watched you.

There was really only one song you could think of at that moment, so you didn’t waste time playing the chords to Full Moon, it being one of the first few songs you really wanted to know how to play.

The girls didn’t seem to catch on to it right away, but once you started singing, fans started cheering while your members beamed and sang along with you.

The moments when you and I were together

It is like I’m a star in the sky

It was easy for all seven of them to adjust to the slower tempo of the song since you often practiced with them around, and the girls would admit that they had heard you singing it at a slower pace.

When the fanmeet ends and you were all back at the dorm, Siyeon came bounding into your room, grinning when she saw you already on the Vapp and conversing with fans dispute having seen them earlier. She listened as you happily spoke about the event and how you wish you could have an event with InSomnia from all around the world in just one place together, and her heart melted just a little at how fondly you spoke about your fans.

“Unnie, I didn’t notice you coming in.” You were surprised when you finally noticed her in the room and she laughed lightly before shaking her head, keeping herself out of frame since she had already changed into her sleep wear and she didn’t feel like stealing your attention away from everyone so much.

“I just wanted to check in on you. How’s your guitar?” She asked, eyeing it as it rested beside your and Yubin’s desk. “I could hear you earlier, before I went to wash up.” She stated as she sat on your bed and then peeked at the camera, poking her head in just so it only showed her eyes and forehead. “Hello everyone. I can’t show my face right now, but please enjoy our Y/n.”

You giggle before looking back at the guitar then shift your gaze back to the older woman. “I really appreciate them a lot.” You say softly and Siyeon smiles as she reaches to run her fingers gently through your hair. “I’m sure they know that.” She nods to your phone that has various comments coming in, agreeing with her statement and you nod your head in reply, smiling and radiating pure happiness.

As you continued with your conversation, Siyeon decided to just lay down to listen to you, humming as you told her what fans were saying and just enjoying as she listened to you speak. She had always found your voice soothing to listen to and it was also endearing how much you showered your fans with affection, so it made her feel at ease.

When she turned her head, the vocalist suddenly noticed your guitar again before the words fell from her mouth when you paused to read the comments. “Sing me something, Y/n.” She shifted so that she was laying on her side and you hummed in response before looking at her.

“Sing me something. I like listening to you.” She said quietly and you smile before nodding your head. “I’m going to get my guitar so I can sing for you guys, okay?” You announce before quickly leaving the bed to fetch the instrument.

You’re quick to settle back though before looking at the other with a thoughtful look on your face, making her giggle as she lightly pinched your leg. “What?” She asked and you laughed in reply. “I was thinking of what to sing for you.” You reply, opting to come up with a song by yourself despite fans sending in requests.

It doesn’t take long though before Siyeon sees you setting the guitar on your lap and then start playing, singing right along. Though she doesn’t understand everything that you're saying since it was an english song, she did smile when she was able to catch parts of it.

They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need

Please stay as long as you need

Though your eyes often check if you were playing the right chords, you make sure to look at Siyeon as you sing, smiling at her as she does the same, listening to your gentle voice as you both seemingly forget that you had an audience.

When you finish, Siyeon is close to falling asleep and you can’t help but coo before placing your guitar away before leaning down to gently caress her cheek. “Unnie, you should go back to your room. You’re falling asleep.” You say with a giggle but she makes a small whining sound as she nuzzles against your hand.

“But your bed is comfy.” She murmurs, fighting back a yawn as you shake your head. “Please?” You try again and she huffs with a pout before weakly tugging at your wrist, an indication for you to come closer.

Your upper body is off camera when you do as she asks, leaving fans to only see you from the torso down, and her arms loop around your neck before she presses a light kiss against your lips.

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” You ask quietly and she presses her head against your neck before nodding. “You have to let go first so I can say goodnight to everyone.” You giggle, recalling the live that you had forgotten due to your tired girlfriend.

There are questions coming in when you look back and you merely smile before glancing back as Siyeon’s eyes close. “It looks like it’s time for us to go to sleep. Unnie is literally falling asleep on my bed and she won’t go to her room unless I tuck her in.” You joke lightly while reaching for her hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“We’ll see you again. For now, have sweet dreams and I’ll see you then, okay?” There’s a meaningful smile on your face before you finally turn the app off and turn to your sleepy girlfriend.

Seeing how tuckered out she was, you didn’t have the heart to force her to get up, so instead, you adjust your positions before laying her head on one of your pillows before laying next to her. The action causes her to stir, and she’s a bit confused when she realizes that she’s still in your bed, but you’re already pulling her closer before she can question you.

“Goodnight. I love you.” You whispered, drawing a small yet sleepy smile to her face as she draped an arm across your abdomen. She didn’t have to tell you she loved you back.

You knew more than enough.

[kpop-zone]

Blackpink reaction to their s/o being jealous

Jisoo

Jisoo realized the minute that she came home from work that something was off about you today. Instead of greeting her with one of your wide, contagious smiles and starting to ask her about her day, you only allowed her to leave a quick kiss on your cheek before basically pretending that she wasn’t there. She simply assumed that you had had a bad day today, so she sat down next to you on the couch and tried her best to distract you by telling you funny stories from her day on set. A lot of things had happened today and Jisoo thought she was doing you a favor until a comment from you took her aback.

“...and I complained because he didn’t bring me a coffee, so during the next break Hae-In promptly brought me a large coffee and my favorite snacks.”

She giggled proudly, but you didn’t seem to be as amused as her about this incident.

“Oh yeah, of course perfect Hae-In would bring you a coffee and also knows what your favorite snacks are.”

You praised Hae-In, although your cynical tone made it clear that you weren’t really meaning what you where saying. Perplexed and with narrowed eyes, Jisoo stared at you, beginning to understand why you were acting so strangely.

“Yes, I’m very glad to have him by my side. Filming this drama is a big step for me, and I wouldn’t know what to do without his support.”

She exaggerated to test her theory and like expected, you scoffed in disbelief while rolling your eyes, causing Jisoo to cross her arms defensively.

“You know, I don’t really appreciate you being jealous.”

She stated bluntly and you looked at her with a mixture of embarrassment and anger reflecting on your face.

“I’m not jealous.”

You scoffed, but Jisoo knew that you were lying. You were terrible at hiding your emotions opposing to her. Although right now, Jisoo didn’t feel like hiding hers either.

“Of course you are, but I don’t know why. I’m just doing my job and I’ve never given you a reason to mistrust me.”

She replied calmly yet determined to show you that you had upset her.

“I- it’s not like I mistrust you.”

You stuttered after you had caught up to her mood and Jisoo looked at you expectantly in order to give you a chance to explain yourself.

“I didn’t even want to be jealous, but you spent so much time on set and... I don’t know what Hae-In’s intentions are with you.”

You mumbled sheepishly, causing Jisoo to sigh.

“Y/N...I don’t care what Hae-In’s intentions are. You don’t need to worry about him, our relationship is purely professional. And about the lack of time I have for you...I promise I will make it up to you once the filming is over, ok?”

She had softened her tone again and reached over to take your hand, causing you to smile.

“Ok. I’m sorry for the little tantrum.”

You grinned apologetically and Jisoo giggled in amusement before pulling you into her arms. As long as this would be the exception and not the rule, she could live with your jealousy.

Jennie

Jennie had to try her hardest not to burst out in laughter as she observed out of the corner of her eye how you almost exploded with jealousy. She was talking with some newcomer model who apparently thought that he was a big shot now just because he was invited to the Chanel after party. For almost ten minutes he had already told her about all his successes in order to woo her. Usually, Jennie would have turned him down a long time ago, but seeing you getting so agitated over this was giving her great pleasure. Therefore, she let him boast some more while keeping an eye on you before eventually deciding that she had tortured you enough.

“Excuse me please.”

Jennie smiled at the model who looked at her dumbfounded, apparently never having been interrupted  in his life before. Unbothered by his attempts to stop her from walking away, she turned on her heel and headed straight for you with a smirk playing on her lips.

“I swear to god I would have ripped his head off if he would have touched you one more time.”

You gritted through your teeth as soon as Jennie was within earshot.

“What’s wrong baby?”

She replied sweetly, pretending to be clueless.

“Don’t feign innocence. I know that you did that on purpose.”

You grumbled, causing Jennie to giggle before stepping closer to you in order to loosely wrap her arms around your neck.

“Aw don’t be angry baby. You just look so cute when you’re jealous.”

She cooed and you looked at her grumpily.

“I’m going to make you regret that later.”

You replied while pulling her closer by her waist to make sure that no one else would overstep their boundaries tonight, causing Jennie to smirk. Mission accomplished.

Chaeyoung

Never had you ever thought that you would regret accompanying your girlfriend to work like you did right now. While clenching your jaw tightly, you watched how Chaeyoung cuddled up to Seungjoo and you felt a wave of jealousy washing over you. You knew that it was ridiculous. This was just a music video shoot after all. But somehow the way that Seungjoo pulled your girlfriend close simply drove you insane. Tensed up, you watched one take after the other until the PD was finally satisfied with the results and called it a day. Relieved, you jumped off your chair, ready to finally leave this set, but Chaeyoung took her time to thank every single staff member; especially Seungjoo of course. By the time, she was finally walking up to you with a big smile on her face, you had considered a thousand times already to simply storm off.

“I’m sorry it took so long! But it looks so amazing, doesn’t it?”

Chaeyoung squealed in joy, completely oblivious to the jealousy that was seething within you.

“Yes, amazing. Can we go now?”

You answered brusquely, much to the confusion of your girlfriend who still complied to your wish though. Together you made your way to the dressing room before leaving the filming location after Chaeyoung had changed into her comfortable clothes. Her excitement from before was visibly reduced now and she silently sat beside you in the car until she broke the silence eventually.

“Don’t you like the video?”

She asked insecurely, causing you to sigh. You had to stop making her feel bad for something that wasn’t her fault.

“I do like it.”

You replied while trying to fake a smile to make your words more believable.

“Then why do you seem to be so angry?”

Chaeyoung tilted her head in confusion and you tried your best to avoid her gaze. What was the best way to tell her?

“I just...I didn’t like the way that Seungjoo touched you.”

You blurted out before hanging your head bashfully.

“Oh...I’m sorry I didn’t think about how that would make you feel.”

Chaeyoung mumbled taken aback, instantly making you feel guilty for worrying her.

“No don’t apologize, it’s ridiculous.”

You replied and your girlfriend looked at you pensively.

“I mean it is ridiculous indeed, because I would never cheat on you with Seungjoo. But I also understand where you are coming from.”

She reasoned, causing you to sigh while resting your forehead on her shoulder.

“I don’t even deserve you, Chaeng. You are way too good to me.”

You whined, feeling like you didn’t deserve the amount of understanding that your girlfriend showed you.

“True. I feel like you should start repaying me. I accept various types of payment. Food, cuddles, gifts...”

Chaeyoung said dead serious, causing you to look at her before both of you started bursting out in laughter. Maybe your first way to repay her should be by stopping to be a jealous prick...

Lalisa

Grimly, you scrolled through your Twitter feed while cursing yourself for following several fan accounts for your girlfriend. All of them were talking about the same thing: how cute your girlfriend and Chaeyoung had looked together at their the fansign today. You were happy that your girlfriend had found her soulmates in her members and that they managed to make her life a little less crazy; you really were. But somehow you just couldn’t stop the green monster from overcoming you every once in a while. They spent so much time together and you knew that all of them were superior to you in every way. It was just so hard to watch them being this close. Frustrated, you spotted a clip that showed your girlfriend kissing Chaeyoung on the cheek, causing her to blush sheepishly. All those ‘Chaelisa’ shippers were really getting under your skin, even if you hated yourself for it. You knew that Lisa was the most loyal girlfriend that you could have ever wished for, nevertheless, you couldn’t help but to be jealous when you saw her pampering Chaeyoung like that. Shouldn’t that be you?

“What are you watching?”

Lisa’s voice suddenly appeared right next to your ear, managing to rip you from your brooding session. Panicked, you tried to lock your phone before your girlfriend could see what you were looking at, but Lisa had already managed to take it out of your hands. Curiously, she watched the video before looking at you again with a smirk on her face.

“Is someone jealous?”

She cooed in amusement and you looked away bashfully.

“No.”

You scoffed, but Lisa snickered knowingly.

“I think you are. Don’t you like it when I kiss other people?”

She sat down beside you and poked your cheek to annoy you.

“You can do whatever you want.”

You grumbled while swatting away her hand, causing her to giggle even more.

“Oh really? So Chaeyoung and I can do even more fan service?”

She smirked and you instantly glared at her.

“Don’t you dare.”

You blurted out before you coudl think, causing Lisa to grin triumphantly.

“Why not? I thought you weren’t jealous?”

She put her finger on her lips pensively to mock you and you rolled your eyes.

“Ok fine. Maybe I am, so don’t make it worse.”

You huffed in defeat to save yourself from even more torture. Smugly, your girlfriend giggled before suddenly putting her hand behind your head to hug you against her chest.

“You are so adorable, Y/N. Don’t worry, baby, I only have eyes for you.”

She cooed and you hesitantly gave in to her embrace. Maybe your girlfriend was mocking you right now, but you couldn’t say that her reassurance didn’t feel good...

[stevenbasic]

“Hi Dr J, I’m glad we finally get to chat…”

Holy shit.

——

Earlier that day, I’d been told at the front desk that there was a lady from Evolution Pharmaceuticals on the line, and that she’d like to speak with me. Aubrey had always been good about screening out the sales pitches, the irate patients, the people with whom I really never needed to actually talk. So that she was pulling me aside for this call told me that this one might be something I should probably take...

But - ugh. No. I didn’t want to. This had been a long day, a long week so far - and it was only Tuesday! God, the past few months had been more and more exhausting, humiliating and emasculating with each passing hour. And the more I learned, the more it seemed that this company was at the heart of my troubles. Yes, it offered the opportunities of great financial rewards for the practice with this clinical study trial in which we were going to be participating. Since Jeanette, my previous Office Manager, had left, the mismanagement of the business had us in dire straits. Without the money from Evolution’s study and the “Lean In” grant from the women’s advancement group, I’m not sure we’d still be afloat. So, yeah, maybe I should have taken the call.

“I’ll call them later,” I told Aubrey, and grabbed the films I needed for my next patient.

That had been three hours ago, before my little hallway meeting with Melissa. Since then Gianna - some woman who’d wanted to speak to me about the trial - had called two more times. Left messages. Really wanted just fifteen minutes of my afternoon. Needed to speak with me. I refused each call.

Finally done with patients, sitting in my office at the end of the day as darkness crept in from outside, I sighed as Brittni from the desk buzzed me. She said that Gianna was on the line again. “Can I transfer her?”

“No,” I replied on the intercom, noticing that a little green light had blinked to life on the camera I had clipped to my monitor. I hadn’t seen it before, this light. In fact...when did I get a camera on this computer?

“Tell her I'll call tomorrow...” I finished.

I had set back to finishing some patient notes on my desktop when, suddenly, my screen flashed to black. For a quick moment I thought - oh no, a crash - but then a new, unfamiliar window appeared, and my mouse pointer began moving on its own accord. What the…? The window went full screen and next thing I knew I was in a video chat with-

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were avoiding my calls…” the woman onscreen spoke, laughing casually as she tossed her hair...

“oh, uh…” I was immediately agape. This was who’d been trying to call me all day??

“Anyway...Hi Dr J, I’m glad we finally get to chat…”

Holy shit. This girl was gorgeous. Look at those tits.

As I stared, still shell-shocked and speechless from having my computer hijacked out from under me by a bosomy corporate careerist, she went on to introduce herself as Gianna Albertini, from the clinical trials department at Evolution Pharmaceuticals. She explained how excited she and her team was to get the study off the ground at the practice. Things had been fast tracked at the FDA, they were just waiting for some rubber stamps, and everything looked very promising for their product. She apologized for not being able to meet in person, at least for a while. “I’m on some new retroviral treatment, and they have me quarantined at home,” she explained with surprising nonchalance, “yadda yadda yadda…”

Finally, after a good several minutes of watching her talk - and she held my attention easily, her rack possibly rivaling Melissa’s - she let me get a word in edgewise. I was still confused by how in one moment I was working on my patient charts, and then in the next I was in a video chat. “H-how did you…?”

“Sorry,” Gianna laughed, casually waving away any privacy concerns I was currently about to voice, “I had to remote in, take over your desktop. I really needed to speak with you.” Beyond the blatant intrusions tactics she was obviously willing to employ, there was something in this woman’s eyes, her demeanor, that was making me more and more concerned as the conversation - such as it was - continued. She may have been acting relaxed and friendly, decidedly informal, but there was a seriousness just below the surface that even I could see, even through the screen, and even in the face of those enormous tits. “Plus, maybe it’s actually better we do it this way, rather than on the phone,” she said, as she sat up nice and straight, “So we can see one another’s...smiling faces.”

Gahh...

As she got down to brass tacks, this young woman went on to describe to me some of the details of the new wings in our building into which the office would be expanding, how much more space we and Evolution be acquiring to fulfill the needs of the trial, and when it would all be ready. “Construction is ultra-fast tracked,” she said, “should be done within a few weeks.”

Weeks?? I marveled, silently incredulous. I’d seen the plans; it was a huge project. I’d figured months, if it ever really got done at all. But, the teams did seem motivated, and there were a lot of them, working day-in and day-out, all through the night. Maybe, perhaps? Could they pull it off in weeks?

We also talked about the structure of the trial, what it would involve day-to-day, and the long-term forecast. Evolution seemed ready to set up permanent shop with a clinic in the building, by taking over much of the lease of the new space, with the study just the first step in the door.

“You’ll be listed as the lead investigator,” Gianna explained, continuing on to detail the ins-and-outs of the trial, “but don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of people in place. You really won’t have to do too much, or deal with anyone at the main office. You’ll be reporting just to me...”

“r-reporting to you?” I asked, trying to ignore the impressive bosom which filled the screen, cowed me. That had taken me back a bit...'reporting to her'? I had noticed something in this young woman’s tone, through our chat, that led me to believe that she and I possibly had different views as to the, uh, hierarchy of this whole thing. I was the doctor around this place, and had gotten used to expecting a little respect, being top of the food chain. She, on the other hand, maybe had other ideas.

“That's right,” she said, “we’ll do these chats once a week, more if I feel like we need it. I’ll expect a report from you every day, but again don’t worry. It’s basically something you just have to sign, the girls will do it all. Our other providers will be handling most of the work with the patients in the study, entering data, keeping the FDA happy, blah blah blah. Maybe we’ll ask you to go in and talk to, examine a few of the subjects, just to keep things interesting for you.”

If I hadn’t felt totally emasculated and marginalized, my authority crippled by the horde of women who’d apparently taken over my practice recently, this was the clincher. It would appear that for this study I was going to be not much more than a coddled figurehead, a token man of straw, expected to satisfy the whims of some half-rate pharm company and this woman, at her beck and call. No way!

“I’m going to have to insist on directing care for, uh, the trial subjects,” I asserted, finally getting a moment to exert my will, “they will, technically, be my patients.”

“Oh, of course!” Gianna replied, smiling and throwing her hair over her shoulder, “Allowing for some oversight from the other providers we’ll have in place, you’ll have lots of medical-decision-making to keep yourself busy!”

What did she mean, ‘oversight’?

“They’ll be different than your usual patients, the subjects that we’ll be bringing in for the study, but I think you’ll like them,” she continued, trying to reassure me, “maybe a younger crowd, and of course all female. But in general all you’ll have to do is sit back and watch the money coming in.” She sat, looked into the screen for a moment, in thought. “Though I guess we have some people there handling that for you, too, hm?”

That gave me pause, made me rethink the litany of arguments that were beginning to boil up in my throat. I’d seen some of the paperwork, quickly, as it had moved past my desk for my signatures. It involved a lot of money for the practice. Like, a lot of money. I thought of my bills, my expenses, what I still somehow owed on my student loans. If Sheryl wasn’t going to be there to provide for me, help me pay these things…

If any of it remained, there was obviously some pride I was going to need to swallow.

“S-speaking of money,” I began, “what's my compensation going to look like?“

Something about my question, something about how I was holding myself, made Gianna smile again and then sigh, a sigh that told me she knew something I didn’t, I couldn’t help but think. With that she leaned in, her eyes locked on mine through the camera, and a shiver went up my spine. “Oh don’t worry, Dr. J,” she spoke, “you’ll be well taken care of...“

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[btsxmalereaders]

1:31 AM

Pairing: Im Jaebeom x male reader

Genre: angst

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🎵 잘 지내야해 1:31 AM

[I am always drowned in the thoughts of you. I get exhausted from crying, but I look for traces of you again...]

The patter of the rain hitting the window has been the only thing that has set the gloomy place for the last couple of hours.

The catheter placed with an uncomfortable sticky tape on the back of your hand feels heavier and heavier. Your eyelids shutting even when you try to keep them open. You're tired despite only spending all the time laying on that stretcher.

Some nurses come from time to time to make sure you're comfortable and you only nod tightly to the questions they make; a routine that you don't have the energy to hate.

Of course, not all days are like this. Sometimes you wake up in a good mood and the personnel would take you out to the small garden behind the hospital, pulling your wheelchair since you're still weak, but it is still something. You would smile and take the sun on good days like those, and if a familiar visited,  they would bring you your painting tools for you to clear your head and have a good time.

But you haven't had good days, lately.

Your friends called you constantly and, when you had enough energy to respond, you tried to put your best smile for them.

You didn't see it as a bad thing, though. They didn't need to know that you were going through thick.

But there was someone you couldn't lie to.

"The receptionist told me 'You can see your fiancé now.'" Jaebeom says as he walks towards you, placing a cute bouquet of flowers on the small table next to you. He looks stunning and always walks in with the hugest smile on his face to greet you. Probably to lift up your mood, too. "Was that an insinuation?"

You can't help but giggle at that, "Maybe. But also they wouldn't let you in if I said you were only my boyfriend. And I don't want to keep this lie."

"Then I better hurry up, right?" He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead and dragging the chair next to you, taking seat as he grabs your hand tightly. "As soon as you are discharged, I'll put a ring on your finger. I promise."

You keep the big smile to him and cup his cheek with your free hand, being careful because of the catheter. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you so much more," He murmurs. His semblance suddenly changing. "We've been really busy with the tour now that it is starting soon, I'm sorry. I wish I could see you everyday."

"It's okay, love. I understand."

A silence sets in after that. Jaebeom closes his eyes and enjoys your touch for a moment while you observe him in detail; every mole, every mark on his skin, his warm breath against your wrist and his grip on your hand, as if he would never want to let you go.

When he opens his eyes again they're full of tears. You don't even recall when was the last time you've seen him cry.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" You ask, sliding your thumb across his cheek to erase every trace of tears falling down.

"I'm sorry," Jaebeom softly whispers. "I hate that I can't do anything else for you."

You sigh, bringing him closer and moving a little, making a space for him to cuddle with you. "Come here. Don't cry."

He does as told, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, calming his nervousness with heavy breaths. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

Your boyfriend gets to calm himself as minutes pass by, with the help of your hand tracing circles on his back, and sweet words whispered to his ears.

You two get to talk properly afterwards, telling each other about how your days have been, although Jeobeom did most of the talk and you only listened, occasionally commenting about it and also asking about your friends.

"As usual, the boys send you greetings and hugs, but only I get to do that, right?" He chuckles, kissing your forehead for the nth time and making you blush. "They might even pop up at the videocall tonight since we'll be rehearsing."

"That's good, don't tell them I said this, but I actually miss seeing their faces and hearing their voices everyday."

Jaebeom laughs at that. "No wonder why I see Bambam sending you voice notes all the time."

A nurse comes back a moment later to let you know that the visiting hours is now over, so Jaebeom stands up and kisses you goodbye, "Don't forget that-"

"-we have a date. For dinner at half past eight. As we do almost every night. Of course I won't forget."

He smiles at you and kisses you again. "And that I love you."

"I love you too." You murmur with a smile and see him walk out of the room.

The nurse changes the serum, as usual, and you only stare at her, not knowing if you should ask...

"Is everything alright, ____?" She asks.

You've known her for a while now, it's almost as if you two were friends, but still, you were still undecided about something that has been in the back of your head for a couple of days.

"Noona, could you do something for me?"

GOT7's tour was about to kick off two weeks after that visit, although it wasn't the last one. Jaebeom did make sure to visit you whenever he could; after rehearsing or even skipping his time to have meals to rush in to the hospital -thing that you obviously scolded him for, but he promised he would get something in his way back-. He also made sure to show you clips of the rehearsals and some videos with messages from the boys for you, which you truly loved.

However, even if that lifted your spirits, it wasn't enough to make you feel better from the terrible days you've had. Not only you couldn't move and hang out as you did weeks ago, but you were feeling so weak that most of the time you would spend it sleeping. In one of Jaebeom's visit you two were talking until you fell asleep, and next thing you know he was saying goodbye again with a worried expression on his face.

And the worst thing is that you didn't have to be a genius to know the reason why. The disguised words you heard from your doctor were enough confirmation for you to know what was about to come.

And you definitely weren't ready for it.

"So? You got good news for me?" You ask the nurse once you see her entering the room.

She tilts her head and sees the hope shining in your eyes, despite looking so small and weak. "Yes. I talked with the doctors and they gave the authorization."

And that was enough for you to feel happy for the rest of the day.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

Unlike other days, today you have woken up happy and eager to go out. You suppose it is normal because you have anxiously waited for this day to come

You nod as an answer and the nurses carefully help you to get ready. 

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't even sure how did the idea come to mind, but you were really determined to do it. And as you get in the van, you quickly send a message to Jinyoung to let him know that you were on your way there.

You've thoroughly planned all this; after all, it was a surprise for Jaebeom.

Of course he couldn't believe his eyes. He froze in his place while the boys almost ran to hug you; Jinyoung pushing the chair behind you and telling them to be careful, but you were too happy to even care about the bone crushing hugs you were receiving. It was all you wanted.

Jaebeom walks slowly to you and gives you a hug when they're done, letting out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Really? H-how did you even- Are you okay?" He asks, concerned, to which you laugh and nod.

"I'm good, hyungie. The doctor allowed it and I've been wanting to see you out of the hospital." You murmur, holding his hands. "And what kind of boyfriend and ahgase I'd be if I didn't attend your first concert of this new tour?"

They all seem very happy because they haven't seen you in a long time, so it's not surprising that everyone is around you all the time in backstage, asking you lots of questions and updating you on everything that happened since the last time they saw you, although no big news since you're used to chat and videocall them quite often.

While they are fascinated to have you there, Jaebeom seems to be more quiet and with a worried expression, indecipherable. You wonder if he knows or at least suspects about the reason behind it.

The concert finally starts and after more worried looks from your boyfriend, you decide to see from the first row the entire show. Even Yugyeom got you a lightstick for you to cheer them up, and Jaebeom stressed that whatever you needed you could ask anyone from the staff.

It goes pretty well, and you didn't feel uncomfortable or bad at all, but that didn't stop your boyfriend from making sure you were indeed okay every time he could; approaching the side of the stage right where you stayed and nodding in your direction from time to time, and the fans close to you were respectful and careful with your space.

Jaebeom gets somewhat sentimental while performing some songs, and when he stares back at you, you know it. He knows it.

So the first thing he does when the concert is over and gets to backstage is kneel in front of you and cry on your lap.

The boys don't understand the situation, but they leave you two alone for a moment, thinking that maybe their leader was too emotional tonight.

"What are you hiding from me? What have the doctors said?" He gets to babble while the tears are covering his face.

You're hurt from seeing him crumble like this in front of you, so you cry too, holding his hands and tracing circles on their back, trying to calm him down.

"Nothing you don't already know," You say. "You've seen me. I'm not doing well, and... I just had this feeling, I had to see you again, one last t-"

"No." He stops you. The lump on his throat making it harder to speak. "Don't say that. Please."

"Hyung, I'm sorry." You murmur, now caressing his back and placing a kiss on his head. "Please forgive me."

Before going back to the hospital, you say goodbye to your friends, who seem to now be understanding of the situation, but being too shocked to even say anything about it. They hug you more and try to lift the mood making lighthearted jokes that genuinely make you laugh.

Jaebeom doesn't want to separate from you anytime; he's either holding your hand or leaving kisses all over your face, letting you sleep on over his chest on your way back and whispering words to your ears.

"I'll come to see you again later today, alright?" He promises as you lay on the bed and get comfortable. "Sleep for now. I'll be here when you wake up."

He kisses you with so much love, not knowing it was the last time he would do it.

He didn't expect to receive that heartbreaking call that soon.

Just when he was getting ready to see you, he received the news, and he couldn't stop crying and shaking for a long moment. His friends were there, trying to calm him and themselves down; hurt by hearing they've just lost you and feeling so wrecked and weak. 

Naturally, the next shows were postponed, which raised suspicions and fear among the fans, who saw you just a few hours ago.

Jaebeom has never felt this empty and pained.

A part of him ruthlessly ripped away.

He can’t believe it,

That when he opens his eyes you won't be next to him.

Even if those memories make it hard on him,

It’s on his head again.

Even if he clears out all those memories,

He will always be drowned in the thoughts of you.

[yn-x-animeboy]

Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.5

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

synopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

part 4: here

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Part 5- TIME SKIP

(a/n I will do another time skip so it wont turn out to be a 500 part fanfic)

Mini Billboard awards recap:

After the drunken hotel chaotic night you all were late for rehearsals, both your and BTS’s staff looked for you guys’ everywhere in the morning and the last place they thought to look for you all was in Jin’s room. Let's just say it was in general an interesting experience to find eight adults sleeping soundly in uncomfortable random positions. 

You all finally headed to your rehearsals for the performances. They invited you to watch them rehearse when you were taking a break from your own rehearsal. Even though the guys were tired, hungover, and their muscles ached from sleeping all over the place; they did such an amazing job at rehearsal, they were so professional. 

During the live award show your fans and ARMYs lost it everytime you guys would interact during the awards; the fact that you had met them last night and you all seemed to be such good friends now made fans so happy. Once again your name and BTS’s were going viral on social media; a bunch of ‘fancams’ were filmed and posted focusing on you all. 

You and BTS won all the categories you we’re nominated for that night and your performances went great too. That night after the award show ended, instead of going to the Awards After Party, you all decided to not go and instead hung out in Jin’s room again for the night. You ordered room service and champagne (this time everyone was only allowed to have 2 glasses max.).

After being all drained form the long day, you all went to your personal rooms. Jungkook again offered to take you to your room. When you arrived at your door you turned and looked at eachother,  this time sad smiles painted your faces, you had held in the tears when you where in Jin’s room because you felt sad your first real friends in the industry were going back to Korea tomorrow just like that.

Now you were standing in front of Jungkook, the man of your dreams, a literal fantasy that came true all thanks to your fans and supporters; you couldn’t help but tear up at the thought of letting someone like him go. 

You broke eye contact and turned towards the door to hide your tears, a small sniff from behind you made you stop dead in your tracks. Jungkook turned you around and hugged you tightly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. You also wrapped your arms around him in response.

He loosened his hold and avoided eye contact with you as he was getting more and more emotional, his eyes where red and glossy; he cleared his throat and said “Well I think I should get going, It was so nice hanging out with you y/n- and meeting you, good night” he gave you another tight sad smile and walked off with his head hung low. 

You reached him and held onto the back of his shirt, “Don’t go....” you sniffed and played with the back of his shirt. “Do you want to.. maybe... hang out a little longer? O-only if you want to” you said awkwardly, but he smiled and nodded.

You went to the terrazze you had visited just the day before and sat on the outdoor chairs. You sat there talked all night. You stayed up until you could see the sun slowly rising; you both stood up, taking the sunrise as a sign to go back inside. Before you could even begin to move towards the door, “Y/n, can I hold you one more time?” Jungkook said, he was trying so hard to smile and not make you cry, but his little voice crack as he said it betrayed him. You sobbed and hugged him again, after a while he sat down, sitting you on his lap. You stayed like that until you received a “wake up” phone call from one of your staff members.

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In the morning you all met each other outside the hotel, the boys said goodbye to you one by one hugging you and saving your phone number in theirs.  They even made plans, comparing your schedules and timezones, so that they could all facetime you daily.

While you waited for your assigned cars to pick you up, you all teared up and  huddled together saying goodbye once again. Paparazzi were peeking through the crowd of security and staff members to get an insight to the sad goodbye. 

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It has been almost a year since the Jimmy Fallon Show. Even though the distance made everything more complicated, the guys have done everything in their power to make time in their busy days to dedicate time for you. After almost a year of daily video call conversations and catch-ups you have become such good friends, they even call you ‘yeodongsaeng’ (little sister) now; (the only one who doesn’t call you that is Jungkook tho, he calls you by your name or by random nicknames).

They have kept their promise after all this time, they facetime you EVERYDAY, they have never missed a day where they don’t call you, sometimes not all the seven members can be there for the call, but even if there is only one BTS member available, you WILL recive a call from them. 

You also have individual calls with the guys from time to time: 

Jin calls you once in a while when you are making dinner to help you/guide you and or just talk to you. 

Suga calls when he is stuck writing lyrics or creating beats for new songs, or just for musical advice. You are always the first to hear new BTS music now.

Jimin calls when he feels like talking, you have become each other's personal psychologists

J-Hope calls you every couple days to have “lunch together” through a screen. 

RM calls you too to chat a lot, you both recommend each other good books and even exchange lyrics from time to time. He also asks you to revise english lyrics to make sure they sound okay.

Taehyung calls you for pretty much everything: for advice, opinions, to catch up, for help, to keep him company etc.  He always knows how to make you laugh, and regularly interrupts your calls with other members.

Jungkook…. He doesn't just call you “sometimes”, he  not only  participates in the ‘daily facetime group call’, but he also calls you everyday before you go to bed, no matter what time it is in Korea or how busy he is, we always calls and to wish you a good night sleep; keeping you company and not hanging up until you fall asleep. Plus you two constantly text back and forth 24/7. 

You loved calling the guys and catching up with them every day, those calls were the highlight of your day; but every time you got a phone/video call, text, mail, snap, ANYTHING that was sent by Jungkook, your heart always skipped a beat; you felt tingles on the tips of your fingers every time you answer back; you smile stupidly at your phone and even now can’t sleep without your nightly virtual tuck in from Jungkook. 

(Deep down you knew your ‘platonic crush’ had become a real crush but you still denied it because in your mind, still, dating him seemed something impossible, but after every conversation you two have had over the course of almost a year left no doubt in your mind, he was the one for you)

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One day, you visited your label’s building, you had a scheduled meeting pretty early in the morning, you had never been this early anywhere, it was currently 5:30 am. and you were just arriving.  Once you step into the meeting room you are greeted by the intimidating group of businessmen and businesswomen who are part of your team. Even though they are intimidating and powerful;  they are kind hardworking people; they really respect you and always listen to what you  want or have to propose. 

Walking in, you are greeted respectfully by them; the boss of the company stands up, gives you a side hug, and opens the chair next to his, inviting you to sit there, after you take a seat and your manager takes a seat next to you too. The meeting begins going over normal business stuff you don't really understand, (Sam would probably just translate the info later into simple words for you.) They talked about numbers, statistics and percentages until someone’s assistant said the ‘important person’ they had been waiting for was finally ready.

 You turned to the door as you expected the ‘important guest’  to come in through the door, but instead his video call was answered and projected on the room’s screen from a laptop. 

You recognized him immediately, he was BTS’s PD Bang Si-hyuk, he was the owner of BTS’s label company. You greeted him through the screen in Korean but he actually greeted you back in English before greeting your team.

the meeting’s summary: 

Bang Si-hyuk talked about how much BTS liked you as a person and as an artist; and how the Hybe Corporation also really admired and respected you.

He invited you to Korea next week to meet the Hybe corporation, and overlook some business proposals

He also offered for you to participate in RUN BTS, while you were there and hang out with the boys if you agreed.He hinted you would be seeing them more often, which made you more confused

You agreed to go and to visit the company and OBVIOUSLY to see the guys, but still, you were confused as to why this offer was being made, why now, why you, why?

After you kindly thanked him, you also asked why he was doing it. You were confused why make such a big deal for you to visit, and what he meant by ‘business proposals’ you were to overlook there.

Bang Si-hyuk tried to explain in short and simple words; he explained that:  Hybe and your label company had had meetings before, overlooking the possibility of merging part of your company under your name with Hybe, they were not only  interested in collaborating with you, but actually working with you. This would give you many more opportunities as an artist and for your label’s name. (your company has connections to other music companies in other countries too, but this time it felt more of a big deal to you than the others tbh) 

In conclusion if you agreed, and signed the contract; you could become part of the Hybe company while staying under your Label’s name

By doing this, it meant: 1. you had an extra contact in Korea (just like your company had in other countries) 2. extra work opportunities (thanks to your Korean speaking skills and influence) 3. possible future collaborations with BTS mainly, plus other K-pop artists 4. becoming a producer for other artists under the Hype record label  (something like what Suge does irl; you are now able to produce or work behind the scenes making music for you, BTS, and others. a.k.a your dream come true) 5. SO ON AND SO ON. 

You asked for the papers and after revising them with your lawyer and team you signed it, satisfied and excited tho what's to come.

You worked hard and finished all of your weekly tasks and even worked on things you had scheduled for next weeks. Before you knew it you were on your way to Korea…

You traveled on your  private plane;  you used it mainly to travel and avoid creating crowds in airports. (this was safer for you, your team and fans.)

When you arrived at Seoul, as you were getting off the plane and looked up after watching your feet as you went down the plane’s steps you saw seven boys stand out from the other people. They ran towards you and huddled around you hugging you tightly, they didn't let go of you, even as you all walked towards the assigned cars and again tightly rode the same car together like that one time after meeting on your way to the hotel. Staff members laughed at the Deja vú they felt as they saw a recreation of that chaotic day a year ago

It felt as if you all had never left each other, no weird silence, or awkward interactions, you all picked up where you left off.

When you arrived at the Hyde building, Hybe bilingual staff greeted you and your team, introducing themselves as the people who would be in charge of our care while visiting.

They took you and the few team members from your staff  traveling with you to one of the floors where they gave your team some temporary office cubicles, so they could do their jobs while away from their cubicles back in America.

The Hybe staff also showed you to a private studio/office next to Sugas’s, it was decorated for you, it was spacious, comfy and waay better than your studio/office from back home. They told you they wanted you to have a personal space where you could hang out or work, since it was probable you would now be traveling back and forth from Korea and the US, due to the new business alliance between your companies.

The guys showed you around the building and introduced you to many Hybe staff members. They all made you feel at home.

You visited PD Bang Si-hyuk at his office and met him in person. He was so kind and welcoming, totally opposite from what you were expecting. He told you how excited he was for you to be part of the team and to work with your company. He also asked you if you could record a short video for his nieces who loved you.

Then, after finishing the tour the guys took you to their favorite restaurant in Korea; they taught you how to eat Korean food, how to properly hold chopsticks and about general Korean culture.

They showed you to the nice building of apartments where they currently lived and where you would also be staying when you came here.

You all toured you apartment and hung out the rest of the afternoon, enjoying each other's company. 

After having dinner and chatting for hours the boys waved you off as they left your temporary home; they wanted to stay up and drink (again Jimin’s and Jin’s idea) with you but they knew you were super jet lagged from the time difference, fighting off sleep as you tried to enjoy your time with the guys.

They lived in the same apartment complex, but a different building, (a lot of famous Korean celebrities stay here too due to the security and convenience)The apartment complex was almost like a hotel resort or a private villa/island, it was huge, it had everything, form tennis courts, gyms, cafés, etc. It was also close to all the major ‘artist’ studios, sets, buildings. 

So once the guys left, all they had to do to get home was ride the elevator down to your building’s the main floor, walk a bit, enter their building, get on an elevator, go up a couple floors, walk a little more and then into their shared million dollar apartment that was a literal castle compared to your apartment. (your apartment was big and luxurious too, but theirs was a multimillion dollar apartment)

You just arrived and felt so at home, everyone was so nice and promised to take good care of you. Nobody looked down at you or your team for being foreign or for being the ‘new guys’. Everything felt again like a dream. One day you are talking about BTS to your fans, the next you meet them, the next you are making contracts with the company they work for, the next you will be working with them; What’s next?

For now you are in Korea for two weeks max. The plan was to introduce you to the company, talk about future plans, projects, etc., and once that is done, go back to America and every couple of months or weeks depending on the schedules, travel back to Korea, etc, etc.

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You brushed your teeth as an uncontrollable smile painted your face. Once you got ready for bed and finished texting your staff members making sure they were comfortable and well taken care of  after a long day, you heard a knock at the door. You cringed at the noise, you felt as if you were hung over almost, in reality really you were just super Jet lagged (the day before coming here you binged watched a TV show in one night, packed just hours before leaving to the airport and ditched sleep all together before and during the plane ride...stOpid) You stumbled around the unknown apartment with the lights off towards the door; it was not that late at night but who would be looking for you right now.

When you looked through the peephole you recognized them immediately; their hair was now a little longer from the last time you saw them, they had different earrings decorating their ears, they seemed different, still super attractive, but that smile did not change at all, it was still that adorable bunny smile that seemed melt your heart every time. 

You quickly typed the alarm code, unlocked the multiple locks on the door and swung it open, revealing a nervous Jungkook, you had hung out with him and the guys less than an hour ago, but now he was nervous… (he was scared you changed your mind about him after almost a year from meeting and seeing each other in person, he was scared that he was not you celebrity crush anymore, he was scared that the real feelings he had developed form all your daily video calls, texts, random phone calls were not corresponded, he was scared that you had forgotten about those night at the terrazze, he was scared you had changed after a year).

As he stood frozen you couldn’t wait or control yourself any longer and you flung yourself towards him; you hugged him as tight as your body could (during all the time you hung out today you never once had a moment just the two of you alone) but as you leaped and wrapped your hands around him you started thinking about him and how he could be feeling right now and couldn't help but feel a little insecure, (what if he had come all the way back here to tell you whatever happened a year ago in New York at that terrazze was a mistake, that all the calls and texts were just friendly exchanges, what if he came to tell you you were better off as friends or worse.. better of as colleagues…)

It took Jungkook a split second to respond to your hug, you loosened your grip as those thoughts had sworn in your head, and after realizing Jungkook was not hugging you back, so you prepared yourself to get your heart broken… but that all went away as Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, he lifted you a little off the ground as you rewrapped your arms around him, hiding your your face in the crook of his neck. You inhaled his scent as he held you even tighter against him. He rocked your bodies lightly as you held each other in front of your door. 

After, you loosened the hold on each other, but didn’t let go, you looked into those beautiful dark brown eyes you had missed and had prayed to see in person one more time after all this time; He lifted his hands from around you and cupped your face, lightly stroking your cheeks back and forth with his thumbs. “hi” you said, just like that one time in that New York terrazze, “hi” he responded with an adoring smile as his eyes traveled through your face, looking at your every detail, he didn’t want to miss anything, h was so glad to finally see your face in person instead of on a 2-D cellphone screen.

 As you two stood outside looking at each other you suddenly  shivered a little from a cold air breeze that swooped by, it was pretty chilly outside compared to your comfy apartment’s room temperature, it was almost winter; you gently took your arms from his neck and wrapped them around you to warm you up. You had answered the door barefoot, in your pajama shorts and oversized flowy t-shirt without thinking twice. But you then realized Jungkook was wearing a short sleeve oversized shirt too, it was pretty chilly outside and he came all the back to your apartment not wearing a hoodie or jacket. 

“Omg Jungkook it's cold outside why wouldn’t you wear a jacket, jeez” you said as you pulled on his arm leading him inside the apartment to keep him from the cold. “Actually I came back here to get my hoodie back,” Jungkook said. A small “Oh…” escaped your lips as you switched on the light illuminating the once dark room “I see” you again said, almost whispering, avoiding his look as you walked deeper into the room to look for the missing hoodie. You felt disappointed almost, ‘he came back for his hoodie duh, why would he have bothered coming back to ONLY see you’ you though as you looked in the living room, you  didn't see the hoodie there so you then went to the small dining room next to the kitchen to see if it could be there, ‘maybe he took it off before we all sat and ate the take out dinner for dinner’. You spotted the black fabric neatly sung over the seats’s back where JK sat earlier.

Jungkook took off his shoes and tried to catch up with you before you could take the hoodie off the seat and after seeing your reaction to what he had just said; yes he actually did leave his hoodie by accident, but that wasn’t the reason why he came all the way back, so when he saw how your face dropped and heard that reply of yours, it gave him the courage to say why he came back. 

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat before saying “Um, y/n, actually, ‘me forgetting my hoodie’ was just an excuse to come back here and see you again” he swallowed and looked down at his feet. “I don’t really care about the hoodie, I wanted to come here and see what would happen; if you would be excited to see me alone, if you would be glad or happy it was me at the door, you have no idea how bad I wanted to be the first and only one to hold you as you got of the plane, how badly I wanted to run towards you, picking you up and not let go, how bad I wanted to spend the day just the two of us and just- um *clears throat again*”  he fiddled with his fingers, he was so nervous to admit that outlawed he didn't even notice you turning back to look at him as he  confessed. You found his actions to be so adorable and cute.

You giggled and stood in front of him, once you were closer you carefully took his fiddling hands in your left hand and used your right hand to lift his face up to look at you. “Thank you, you made me really happy by coming here to see me, I missed you so much too and couldn’t wait to hang out with you again, I only wished for an opportunity where only the two of us could hang out, but you took the courage to come all the way back here, thank you” you responded to him and his actions with a warm and loving smile that made Jungkook’s legs feel like giving out and heart feel as it could explode. 

He again  observed your face now under a brighter light, he couldn’t believe how your face could look so, or more, beautiful then you face with the light makeup you wore just hours ago. You broke eye contact and spoke, “So um do you have to leave anytime soon?” as you looked anywhere but his face. Your tired eyes and shy tone warmed his heart even more “No, I don’t….. why?” he lowered his face, closing a big gap of space in front of you, forcing you to stop avoiding eye contact and look at him again.

“Well um I was thinking we could hang out again tonight. I could make some…. *you yawn* popcorn and watch a movie, or I could make some coffee and we could talk, or…..” you wanted to keep going but you felt another yawn coming so you stopped talking to fight it off. Jungkook chuckled at your adorable yawns. He  took the hoodie he had forgotten in the first place form the chair behind you and put it over your head. 

“Y/n you are tired, I think it’s best if you rest and tomorrow we could find a way to hang out again just the two of us…” he said as he fixed the hoodie around you, but you cut him off, “Please don’t leave, I haven’t seen you in a year Jeon Jungkook.” you realized how needy and clingy you sounded, but you actually did want to hang out with him. 

You rubbed your tired eye, fixed the hair around your face (your hair was inside the hoodie but some baby hairs tickled your face) and looked back at him, his eyes were wide and surprised at your reaction to him leaving,  “I’m sorry, it’s okay, I get it. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t feel like doing, it’s okay...guess i will see you tomorrow then” you said as you tried to hide the sad look off your face and smile at him. 

He was moved, the fact that you didn’t want him to leave meant so  much to him, he took you face in his hands and kissed your forehead softly, he then kissed the end your your nose he then kissed the space next to your lips, he didn’t want to kiss you and make you feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of; but you being you, immediately spoke as he kissed the side of your lips ``aye that is not my lips...what a tease” in a sleepy tone. He chuckled as he opened his eyes and looked at you. You had your eyes closed, head slightly looking upwards and a smart smile, as you found your own reaction funny. 

He chuckled and blurted out: “cute..”. You opened your eyes to clap back, but before you could even open your mouth and say something back he leaned in again, shuting you up real quick…. but he leaned slowly…..very slowly…..v eee r y slowly…...SUPER SLOWLY, he was taking his dear time, he now discovered he liked teasing you like this. You got impatient and just closed the space between you for him, giving him a short peck before pulling away. This was the first kiss you have had after a year; you walked around him to tease him back for teasing you in the first place. He stopped you by placing his arm around your waist, “Are you expecting me to accept ‘that’ as our first kiss after being apart for a year…” he said. 

“Oh, so I’m not a good kisser? Was that not good enough.. okay… I guess I-'' you played the victim but were quickly cut short by Jungkook pulling the hoodie on you towards him and stealing a kiss from you.

You smiled against his lips at his neediness, but kissed him back as you placed your hands on the back of his head, sliding your fingers through his hair. He slid his hands under your hoodie and placed them on your bare waist, and pulling you even closer. You kissed each other slowly, taking in every detail about the kiss, not wanting to miss a thing; as things heated up you picked up the pace, the sweet kiss turning hungry and deeper. He moved his hands from your waist downwards and your once delicate fingers playing through his hair suddenly pulled softly making him groan against your lips; he squeezed his hands behind you making you whimper against his lips, he used this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss even more; he had lifted his hands and placed back on your sides as he softly caressed your skin under the hoodie, you wanted to to that too; so you slid your hands from the back of his head, down to his chest and too, under his shirt, you could feel his abs tense as your cold fingers lightly brushed against his skin, continuing to slide your hands around his torso, and gently running your fingers on his skin. That action made his breath hitch at his throat and his heart skip a beat. 

The two of you kissed passionately taking the other deeper, not wanting to let go. After a while you both slowly pulled away, breathlessly and numb from the kiss, you both wanted to go further but knew it was not time yet. You rested your foreheads together as you catched your breaths, looking adoringly to the other person, swollen lips, rosy cheeks and curious eyes. 

He spoke first, as he used his finger to soothe the skin under your eyes, “You need to rest y/n, come on”, pulling your arm and leading you. You thought that meant he was leaving, but this time you didn't fight him back; but instead of leading you towards the door he lead you to the big fancy couch in the living room, he turned on the TV to a random Korean variety show and lowered the volume to the point were if there isn’t absolute silence you couldn’t hear a thing the TV was playing. 

You both sat on the deep couch, he lent you his arm behind your head as a pillow as you sat closely next to him, the silent TV and warmness coming from the handsome man next to you quickly started to drowse off. Jungkook planned to keep you company until you fell asleep and then leave you to rest comfortably. 

JK watched the screen as he waited for you to fall asleep. Once he could feel your breathing rhythm became deeper indicating you officially had given in to sleep, he looked down to you and smiled at how adorable you looked, he stared at you for a little longer as he reflected on how lucky he was his once celebrity crush now actual crush was so close to him; he was so glad to have such an amazing person in his life and prayed he never had to be without you in his life ever again; he badly wished he could have you as his and only his but he understood the circumstances, he was happy he could athletes share precious moments like this with you. 

Jungkook shifted in his seat as he was about to stand up to leave you the full couch to rest, but you turned towards him, and wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t…” you whispered against his shirt, you were asleep but your sleepy conscience managed to say that. Jungkook couldn’t resist, he planted a soft kiss on the top of your hair, he then pulled you back with him from a sitting position to a horizontal one as he laid his back on the couch taking you with him without waking you up. He too quickly gave in to sleep as he held each other. 

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a/n: I'M SO SORRY for taking so long to update, I had writer’s block and had no idea how to pick up the story, but last night I got inspired hahaha. I re-wrote this part and started writing part 6&7 so wait for those too.

THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT, ILY :3 Xx

PART 6 ------> here

> NEXT PARTS WILL BE BETTER I SWEAR <3