#i played for a few days in like September and couldn't continue

[kirbyddd]

i think it's getting to be time

[vettelsvee]

THIS IS ALL MY FAULT | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x platonic!photographer!reader

based on this request: Okay! So after watching the run Sebastian organized at Imola, I has the idea of reader being someone that works for him (not sure what for though) maybe getting really sick for running in the rain that day, which ends up with Sebastian feeling guilty over it. It’s a silly idea, really, but I think it has a lot of potential to vibes similar to what Sebastian seems to have with the drivers, kind of playing dad to the grid 🥺.

summary: you work as a photographer during the forever senna tribute seb prepared, but you end up being sick

word count: 1618

warnings: none of them really! seb feeling guilty because he thinks reader got sick because of him.

a/n: I'm finally back! sorry for not posting at all during all this past month, university has had me really stressed but I'm finally free from it until september! idk if this is actually something well written because i haven't written anything for a month! also, hope you anon like this even it's definitely crap 😭

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

The rain kept falling on the circuit, but that wasn't such an excuse for Sebastian and his team to cancel what they had been working on for months.

The run that the retired driver had decided to organize on Thursday not only with Formula 1 drivers, but also with those from Formula 2 and 3, and even other members of the sport, in honor of Ayrton Senna and Roland Ratzenberger, was more than perfect. It was an absolute success. And Sunday, when Vettel would drive the car that once belonged to the Brazilian pilot who died 30 years ago on that same circuit, hadn't even arrived yet.

You had been busy taking photos of everything, as you were Sebastian's official photographer. Now, you were gathering all the equipment you had used because the cold you were enduring was barely bearable. You had been out in the rain all day, following Seb wherever he went, which had made you feel increasingly worse. Now, your hands couldn't stop shaking, and you felt like you were about to faint at any moment.

"Y/N, are you okay?" one of the team members asked.

"Yes, of course," you replied with a weak smile. "I'm just a bit cold. I'll be back to be the same me as soon as we get back to the hotel."

The man nodded, not wanting to press you further despite not being very convinced by your words after seeing your completely pale face.

You decided to continue with your work, ignoring anyone who approached you to exchange even the slightest word. You tried to ignore the growing headache, the fatigue, and the tightness in your chest, which seemed to be worsening. Although the rain had stopped and you were in one of the garages, the sky remained dark.

You were surprised to see Sebastian, still wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, just a few meters away from you. You shook your head, trying not to pay attention, and certainly not to worry. He was just your "boss," so to speak, and he was old enough to know what he needed to do to avoid getting sick. Well, he also had Britta, who was like a second mother to him.

A sharp pain pierced your temples. You staggered slightly, and if it hadn't been for your momentum making you lean your back against the wall behind you, you would have fallen to the ground.

"For God's sake, Y/N, you look terrible," he said as calmly as he could, though you could sense his nerves in his tone of voice. "You should go and have a rest. Like… now."

"Seb, we still have a lot to do. It's not just packing up the equipment, but also transferring the photos to the computer, editing them, then preparing the posts for you Instagram account..."

"Y/N, I love your work, but you've done more than enough for today," he interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, running his fingers carefully over it. "Now, I'll talk to Britta and we'll assign it to someone who knows what they're doing, okay?"

For a moment, you considered protesting, reproaching him that this was your job, and that's why he wanted you on his team since shortly before leaving Aston Martin, but the way he looked at you made you stop. He seemed worried, very worried. That's why you ended up not only reluctantly accepting but also letting him guide you to a nearby chair.

"Stay here. I'll bring you something warm."

As you watched Seb walk away, you sighed, managing to relax somehow. You saw him enter the Red Bull hospitality, and you assumed it was where he felt most comfortable. A few minutes later, you saw the blonde with two small steaming cardboard cups. As he reached your height, he offered you one of them.

"Thank you," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the cup and taking a sip. Chocolate, something you loved, and Seb knew it perfectly.

"Do you promise you'll go back to the hotel as soon as you finish your hot chocolate?"

"I promise," you assured him. "But I can't promise that..."

"Y/N, just no work for today," he cut in, seeing that you weren't going to fulfill what you had promised. "I want you to spend today and tomorrow resting. Sunday will be a tough day for us. You can do it, at least for me, or am I wrong?"

You nodded your head as if you were seven years old again. You knew you were going to rest as much as you could in your hotel room, but that didn't mean you weren't going to do anything. As you had already planned, you were obviously going to continue with your work. You couldn't disappoint Sebastian, not on such an important weekend like this.

[...]

Sebastian accompanied you to the door of your room, and despite having exchanged a couple of messages with you on Friday, having let you rest all afternoon and part of Saturday morning, and having agreed that you would come to a meeting room in the hotel at 12pm on Saturday to finalize the details of tomorrow's tribute, he didn't see you there.

"Have you seen Y/N?" he asked Britta directly, a little distressed. "She told me she would come with no doubt."

"And she did come," the ex-pilot's PR commented, "but I sent her back to her room as soon as I saw her shivering. Her forehead was burning, and she said she had a slight fever. It wasn’t just a slight fever, Seb," Britta assured him.

The man nodded but became even more worried. Quickly bidding farewell to Roeske, he headed towards your room. He saw the door slightly ajar, possibly your mistake. He knocked softly before entering, and the sight that greeted his eyes made him feel bad instantly.

You were curled up in bed, trembling uncontrollably. You had a small towel on your forehead with cold water to see if you could control your body temperature since you couldn't take your medicine again until the corresponding hours had passed, which was already the next day.

Your face was completely flushed, and your breathing was labored.

As soon as you realized Seb's presence, your eyes welled up with tears. You tried to force a smile, but all that came out were tears from how bad you felt not only for Seb to see you like this but also for ruining something so important.

"Seb... You didn't have to come," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

"Of course, I did! Don't be ridiculous!" he responded quickly, sitting beside you. He placed a hand on your forehead and realized Britta was right. "My God, Y/N, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so bad?"

"I... didn't want to worry you," you admitted between tears of frustration and exhaustion. "Tomorrow is an important day. You need to be resting to give your best tomorrow. There are people who have come just for you, Seb, you can't let them down."

You noticed him tense a bit at the mention. His lips curved, and his jaw tightened. He took a deep breath and took your hand almost without thinking.

"This is my fault..." he whispered softly. He seemed overwhelmed with guilt, and much of it. You cursed yourself for making him think that when it was all really your fault. "Nothing is more important than your health, Y/N. I'm so sorry, really..."

"Seb, it's okay, really. These things happen; it's completely normal. There's probably someone else like me..."

His silence was the response you partly expected, but it didn't hurt until you saw him shake his head.

"I just wanted to give my best so that the photos would turn out perfect and you would have content worthy of all the work you've put into this..." was all you could say.

"You're already the best, Y/N," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. "In fact, you're so perfect that you should stop being so perfect to start worrying more about yourself. And since you don't worry about yourself... let me do it for you, okay?"

Although you didn't agree with him and didn't believe you deserved his praise, you were too weak to argue.

Sebastian stayed with you all day, including the night. He made sure you were as comfortable as possible, brought you water, and soaked the cold cloth in water to lower your fever as soon as possible, miraculously something that worked. He didn't leave your side, not even when you had a coughing fit or sneezed without covering your mouth.

Your fever began to lower in the late hours of that day. Your breath calmed down, and the color seemed to return to your cheeks. Seb sighed with relief, quickly hugging you while continuously placing small kisses on your face and playing with your hair, making you laugh incessantly.

After ordering room service for dinner, since your appetite seemed to have returned, you fell asleep, at least apparently. To avoid disturbing you, Seb went from lying down next to you to reclining on a sofa next to the bed. His eyes were heavy with tiredness, but that didn't stop him from staying alert in case you needed his help.

"Rest, Y/N," he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before caressing it. "I guess I'll have to take you out to dinner for the damages I caused."

You smiled at the last thing Seb had said, grateful that every time you got sick, you didn't fall into a deep sleep, and wishing that what Seb had said was true.

[valkyriex]

"Always with you"

PAIRING: Jill Valentine x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Fluff and angst

WORD COUNT: 1.5K+

DESCRIPTION: After leaving Raccoon City for work, you receive shocking news from Jill Valentine after days of silence, urging you to meet her.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first time writing fanfiction, I hope its good

September 26th, 1998, twilight. You were driving your car through the almost empty highway, raindrops hitting the windshield in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. The wipers struggled, barely keeping up with the heavy rain, each swipe leaving streaks of water that blurred your vision. They squeaked slightly, their worn-out rubber scraping against the glass, making it clear that they hadn't been replaced in a long time. "I really have to replace them," you murmured to yourself, the thought lingering in your mind.

Inside the car, the smell of stale coffee hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of wet fabric from the umbrella tossed carelessly onto the passenger seat. The dashboard lights glowed a dull orange, casting a warm hue on your hands gripping the steering wheel. The soft hum of the engine was accompanied by the sound of music quietly playing through the radio—your favorite cassette, the one your girlfriend, Jill, made for you. Each song felt like she was there with you. Her presence somehow visible in the song's lyrics.

As you drove, your thoughts drifted back to why you were even on this lonely road. You had been forced to leave Raccoon City for a job that felt more like a necessity than a choice. It wasnt very far: an hour-long drive, and the offer to move for a work project was something you couldn't refuse. Your heart was heavy with worry for Jill. Ever since her last mission in the Arklay Mountains, she had been plagued by nightmares that haunted her every night. You felt like you were the only one who could comfort her—and it was true.

In just a few days, you both were supposed to leave Raccoon City and take a flight to Europe. Jill was determined to join her friend, Chris Redfield, and continue her search for evidence to take down Umbrella once and for all. While you knew you couldn’t help her with the mission, she needed your presence, your touch, and your reassuring words—and you needed hers just as much.

Few days after that, the radios and news were ablaze with reports of a strange pandemic. You and Jill had seen enough to know that the media often twisted the truth, which only deepened your worry for her. After everything she’d told you about the horrors of the Spencer Mansion, you feared that what was happening was far worse than a pandemic—so much worse. And you were right. Days turned into a blur as you tried to contact Jill, but each attempt was met with silence. You couldn’t even focus on your job anymore, consumed by anxiety.

Finally, at the beginning of October, she called. Raccoon City had been nuked, and she needed to tell you everything that had happened—but only if you came to her. She was staying in an old hotel not far from where you were, and without a second thought, you jumped into your car and drove there immediately. As you pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of the hotel, a mix of relief and anxiety washed over you. You were finally going to see her again. The building was tall, its brick exterior a mix of worn patches and faded paint, but it still exuded a certain charm. The sign above the entrance, though a bit weathered, glowed softly in the evening light, inviting weary travelers inside. As you stepped into the lobby, the air was filled with the faint scent of old wood and cleaning supplies. The reception desk, manned by a friendly clerk, stood proudly in the center, while mismatched furniture created a cozy, if slightly dated, atmosphere. Soft music played in the background, and the walls were adorned with photographs and knick-knacks that added character to the space.

"Room 128," she told you. You made your way there and knocked, the sound of your fingers hitting the door echoing through the quiet corridor. When Jill opened it, you immediately wrapped your arms around her, and she clung to you just as tightly, seeking comfort in your embrace.

“Jill, I was so worried about you. The media was saying—” you started, but she silenced you with a kiss, soft yet desperate, as if to convey all her unspoken fears. As you pulled away, you looked into her eyes—the same ones you fell in love with the first time you gazed into them. But now, they seemed heavy with sorrow. You could feel her pain radiating from her, and it made your heart ache. You were ready to listen to her every word.

“Let’s go out to the balcony,” she suggested. As you stepped outside, a cool breeze enveloped you, ruffling Jill’s hair and filling your lungs with the crisp night air. You leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of the forest silhouetted against the setting sun, the vibrant colors fading into shades of twilight. The beauty of the moment was almost surreal, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your hearts.

Jill took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. “This... thing... it’s been hunting me, and I’ve lost so many people.” She paused, her gaze falling to the ground before meeting your eyes again. Her hand reached yours. “But at least... you’re here.” Her hand felt cold in yours, and you squeezed it tightly, wanting to share your warmth with her. “Always, Jill. Always for you,” you promised, your voice steady but filled with emotion.

“I just want to end Umbrella, you know? So no one will ever have to live through that nightmare again.” She looked at you, her vulnerability shining through. You settled next to her, resting your head on her shoulder, feeling the weight of her burden. “So… you’re joining Redfield in Europe?” you asked softly, and she nodded, a mix of determination and weariness in her expression.

As she recounted everything that had happened in Raccoon City, the weight of her words hung in the air. You could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the toll that the last weeks had taken on her. After the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep hues of indigo, both of you eventually retreated inside, curling up together in the bed.

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you,” you whispered gently, wanting her to know she wasn’t alone in this fight. A soft smile spread across her face. “I know,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, before taking your hand and placing a tender kiss on it. As she drifted into sleep, you watched her calm features, finally at peace for the first time in a long while. Feeling the weight of the moment settle around you, your own eyes grew heavy, and you surrendered to sleep beside her, comforted by the connection you shared.

But a few hours later, you felt Jill stir beside you, her breathing uneven as she woke from a troubled dream. You turned to her, immediately sensing her distress. “Jill, hey, it’s okay. I’m here,” you murmured, reaching out to gently stroke her hair, grounding her in the moment.

She blinked slowly, her gaze finding yours, and for a moment, you could see the remnants of her nightmares flickering behind her eyes. “I… I’m sorry I woke you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Don’t be. You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just tell me what you need,” you said, pulling her closer, wanting to shield her from the darkness that lingered.

With a shaky breath, she started to share the fragments of her nightmare, but as the shadows of fear loomed, you gently shifted the conversation. “Remember that time we got caught in the rain on our way back from that movie? You were so mad at me for forgetting the umbrella, but we ended up laughing so hard when we arrived soaked to the bone?”

A small smile broke through Jill’s anxious expression, and she chuckled softly. “How could I forget? You said we looked like a couple of drowned rats.”

“And we definitely did.” you added, joining in her laughter. “And you insisted on making hot cocoa when we got home, but we both ended up burning our tongues because we were too eager to drink it.”

Jill’s laughter filled the room, and for that moment, it felt as if the weight of the world had lifted just a little. “I think you were the one who was too eager!” she retorted, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Okay, I’ll admit I may have gotten a bit too excited, but who can blame me? You make everything better,” you replied, squeezing her hand and leaning in to kiss her forehead.

The two of you spent the rest of the night sharing stories of silly moments from your relationship, from the time you both dressed up in ridiculous costumes for Halloween to the day you attempted to cook dinner together, resulting in a kitchen disaster. Each memory was a thread, weaving warmth into the fabric of the night and allowing you both to escape the harsh reality that awaited.

Eventually, Jill’s laughter subsided into soft breaths, and you felt her relax against you, finally finding solace in your embrace. As you both drifted back into sleep, the shadows that haunted her dreams began to fade, replaced by the light of your shared memories, bringing a sense of peace to your restless hearts.

[mrtequilasunset]

The phenomenon of young Revacholian metalheads venturing out to the Porch Collapses (coined 'porch sitting') for the sake of proving how 'hardcore' they were started sometime in the late summer of '13 by a (then) Corpsemetal band called Timor (meaning Fear).

Fronted by 22-year-old Tobias Hawthorne, the band struggled to find any real renown, even amongst the Metal Underground. Reports of the events that took place during the early days of their arrival are based heavily on speculation, but it's believed that the group (Consisting of Hawthorne, Beauchamp "Beck" Waters, Antonio "Tony" Zaldivar, and Edgar Laaksonen) arrived to an unspecified porch sometime during September of '13 and set up camp. Though they had spent much time flaunting the plans of their endeavor to members of their circle, they had not actually told anyone exactly where they were going, for fear they might be followed by law enforcement or someone hoping to piggyback off their innovation. The four young men took only a medium sized petrol generator, one week's worth of food and clothes, two small tents, one pot, two microphones, a small mixing table with headphones, four sleeping bags, and minimal cold weather gear with them.

They claimed it would only be a brief week-long endeavor, but it took nearly a month and a half before an emaciated Laaksonen arrived back home as the only surviving member of the four piece. With very little of his memory still intact, and palesickness leaving him bedridden and decomposing from the inside out, getting the story of what had happened from the young man was an incredibly difficult endeavor. Despite this, across the few interviews that the family allowed to take place, as well as testimony from people at his bedside, the following recount of events was pieced together.

Upon their arrival, the band had set up their modest camp with the intention of capturing Pale Frequencies using one of the microphones and the mixing table, but being ill prepared to handle such proximity to the entity, they began to notice symptoms of palesickness within the first day. Nausea, headaches, and fatigue were the first, but seemed manageable, so they continued on with what they had set out to do.

It was in their minds that they were creating a new genre of metal, which they coined PaleMetal. It was set to be their claim to fame, a goal they hoped would award them with reverence, to be pioneers of a brand new sound, and, at first, it seemed they were succeeding. Only one of the mics they had brought was sophisticated enough to capture the frequencies, and Waters had been put in charge of mixing them with the demos they had recorded prior to their departure. Entroponeticists believed that being the sole person in charge of listening to and analyzing these frequencies on a near-constant basis played a heavy hand in the deterioration of his mind. As the days crawled on, Waters began to exhibit symptoms of minor fever psychosis. Laaksonen recalls hearing him have fully fledged conversations with himself, often staying up into the late hours of the night just listening to the recordings on loop. He told of an encounter the two had where Waters believed himself to be a Graadian woman. "[He] spoke the language and everything," Laaksonen claimed. "Put on this weepy little voice— couldn't remember who I was. And then, three hours later, perfectly fine".

Meanwhile, the rest of the band began to experience symptoms of their own. Hawthorne had become fixated on the microphone. Nearly every waking moment was spent out near the edge of the porch, clutching the small metallic device and holding it out towards the pale in hopes of capturing more. Every time he went out, he moved closer, soaking up more radiation. "It was as if he was waiting for something. Like he expected something to happen—I don't know what it could have possibly been. He was an entirely different person every time he came back". Laaksonen notes that physically, the man began to change as well. What started as a tall, well-built man was swiftly becoming something more akin to a shambling corpse, and every time he returned, he would have more frequencies to feed the mixing table. More frequencies to feed to Waters. 

It had become a sick cycle, but battling their own ailments, Zaldivar and Laaksonen could do little more than watch on. Rarely ever did they leave their tent, and their week-long endeavor quickly turned into two, then three. Food went mostly uneaten due to a lack of appetite, and dehydration was near constant. Their bodies had begun to show physical evidence of deterioration. Gaunt faces, sunken eyes, and pallor, along with the rapid decline in muscle mass, had made it clear that something was very wrong, and yet Laaksonen describes an almost euphoric sort of trance that snuffed any desire to leave. "It was strange," He states. "It almost felt like we were already dead. The sort of peace you find when the end is almost near and there's nothing to be done. Like, a sort of acceptance that this is where we should be for the rest of eternity, that the rest of Elysium doesn't exist for us anymore".

With self-preservation taking a backseat, the boys' physical and mental wellbeing continued its staggering nosedive until one fateful morning, when Laaksonen recalls waking to the sounds of arguing outside him and Zaldivar's tent. Upon unzipping the flap to the outside, they were met with a scuffle between Waters and Hawthorne. It is unknown who started it or why, but at some point, Waters managed to fish a switchblade from the pocket of his jeans as he was pinned to the ground. It's estimated he landed around fifteen stab wounds to Hawthorne's neck and torso before the larger man collapsed, dead. 

Waters, still in a state of psychosis and adrenaline, then took off into the pale. "I remember before he left, he sort of sat there crouched over the body for a minute, and then he looked at me with these big, white eyes. He just stared for- god- I don't even know how long, and then he just got up and took off. It was crazy, too, the way he disappeared. It's like he was there and then just... gone. Like the mist swallowed him." [Laaksonen pauses and takes a breath. His head turns to gaze out the window of his hospital room]. "Those eyes, though... I'll never forget them. There was nothing behind them. It's like he wasn't a person anymore." 

It seemed as if that encounter had been a wake-up call for the remaining band members, who gathered what they could (namely, both the mixed and unmixed recordings) into a single backpack. The MC they had used for the journey there had refused to start, so there was no choice but to make the trek on foot. Zaldivar made it through less than a day before collapsing, and it wasn't until two days later that Laaksonen was picked up by a Lorryman who recognized the symptoms of palesickness and gave him a ride to the nearest medical center.

Despite the combined efforts of many experts, Laaksonen passed away a little over two months after he was found. The damage done to his internal organs and tissues was too great to be reversed. His body was donated to an entroponetics institute to better study the effects of the Pale on the human body.

Before his death, he released the final mixes of the recordings under the band's label as the new genre Pale Metal. Despite no evidence that copies of the tracks cause adverse health effects, many still believe the recordings to be cursed, and most record shops won't even carry the EP in their stock. Copies have been known to circulate on the black market, often selling for several thousand Reál. The original tapes were given to the Waters family, who refuse to release them to authorities even to this day.

Despite the story of Timor becoming infamous amongst metal communities, it still sparked a trend of young people venturing out to the fringes where land meets pale, in search of experiencing it for themselves, as well as some wanting to create their own "True Revacholian Pale Metal". Very few who depart for the porches ever return, and the RCM (as well as other authorities) will refuse to open missing persons cases for anyone even possibly suspected of being affiliated with the PaleMetal scene. The official statement is that they "refuse to risk the health and safety of their officers by deliberately subjecting them to Pale radiation". Unofficially, it's believed they don't have the funding, manpower, or desire to go looking for "masochistic long-hair freaks". Those who do return often gain renown in metal circles for their bravery but still find themselves living with long-term health effects.

The practice of Porch Sitting has mostly died out, and PaleMetal is still considered one of the most taboo subgenres of metal, though plenty of diehard metalheads still listen from the safety of their own homes. Some bands still pop up every now and again, trying to recreate the sound. As of '51, it's estimated that nearly 300 people have disappeared due to this phenomenon.

[kpopsexstories]

TXT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #2: YEONJUN

A new story/member every Monday between September 16-October 28, 2024. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Yeonjun's adopted cousin rides him in a barn.

Type: MEDIUM/UNCONVENTIONAL

Content: Standing, Riding, Sex in a barn

Word Count: 2,767

Members: Yeonjun

Story #2: YEONJUN

Yeonjun had an uncle who owned a dairy farm in the Korean countryside. Every summer for as long as he could remember he spent some time on the farm with his family.

When he became an adult – and an idol – long summer breaks were no longer an option. But since the uncle's wife had passed away, Yeonjun made it a point to visit and help out at least a few times a year.

On this hot August day, he was high up on a ladder outside the uncle's barn. He was wearing light blue suspenders over a white t-shirt, and had a bucket of red paint hanging on a hook beside him.

Yeonjun was deep in his own thoughts while he painted the exterior of the large structure, but was abruptly pulled back to reality when a car approached from behind. He turned to look, and saw a pickup truck racing down a gravel road leading through a fence and up to the main house. It stopped just a stone throw away from Yeonjun on the ladder.

“How's it going?” his uncle asked and waved when he stepped out of the vehicle. He had a toolbox in one hand, and a plastic bag full of groceries in the other.

“I'm nearly done with this side,” Yeonjun replied and dipped the brush in the bucket. His clothes were stained with paint and a red streak ran across his cheek.

The uncle had a daughter – Ye-jun, Yeonjun's cousin – who stepped out of the passenger side of the truck. She was wearing dark blue overalls but had taken the top down and tied the arms around her waist. Her chest was covered by a tightly fitted white top.

She smiled at Yeonjun on the ladder but didn't say anything as she walked with her father into the house. Yeonjun couldn't help but stare at her perky breasts. There's no way she's wearing a bra under that, he thought.

He continued to work in silence while a song played in his head. He began to hum along to it, until Ye-jun came back out to greet him properly.

“Hey,” she said, looked up, and shaded her eyes with the back of her hand. “Looking good!”

“Hey,” Yeonjun replied. “Thanks. It's not my first paint job.”

Ye-jun smirked. “I didn't mean the wall,” she said and winked at her cousin. ”Dad asked me to come help you. Can I do something?”

Ye-jun was not like other girls. She was a country girl. Not by blood, but by a genuine interest. She was born to live and work on a farm. Now, Yeonjun enjoyed the feeling of being the one to tell her what to do, rather than the other way around the way it usually was when he came to visit.

“You could move the hay in the barn,” he said. “I started earlier but never got to finish.”

Ye-jun smiled, put her hand down and walked around the ladder. She stopped in the large opening leading into the darkness of the structure Yeonjun was working on.

“Aren't you hot?” Ye-jun asked and winked again.

“Insanely,” Yeonjun said and wiped his forehead with his arm.

“Come take a break with me.”

“Later, I promised I would finish this.”

Ye-jun looked around the farmland. “Hey, will you do something for me?” she asked in a lower voice. She had a naughty, playful expression on her face. ”Take off your shirt.”

Yeonjun laughed. He and Ye-jun had always been flirting and loved to tease one another, but nothing had ever happened between them. He knew that the request was meant to embarrass him, to make him uncomfortable. He decided to not let her get to him that way, and to give Ye-jun exactly what she asked for. It was his way of teasing back.

She stood patiently for a few long seconds, waiting for his reaction. She was chewing gum and blew a large, pink bubble. The moment it popped, Yeonjun put the paint brush on the edge of the bucket and pulled down his suspenders. He took the t-shirt off, and confidently maintained eye contact with her down below.

Then Yeonjun pulled the suspenders back up over his bare shoulders. The fabric felt weird when it touched his bare and sweaty skin.

Ye-jun smirked up at him while chewing her gum slowly. She admired his slim and toned figure. But the stare soon became too awkward for Yeonjun, who broke the connection between them by laughing nervously. He wiped his face with the shirt, then tossed it down at her.

“Ew!” she said when she caught it. She immediately dropped it to the ground. “It's soaked!”

Now it was Yeonjun's turn to wink and smirk. “I told you I was hot,” he teased.

Even though the two cousins had grown up together, and seen each other grow into young adults, they were both totally fine with the flirting and sexualizing that had been going on between them at least for the last few years, since Ye-jun's mother passed.

You see, Ye-jun wasn't Yeonjun's natural cousin. She was adopted. Though she'd always been a presence in Yeonjun's life, the fact that they were related only spiritually but not by blood, meant that they both dared to say and do things they otherwise wouldn't have said or done. They would never tell or show the uncle this, and it did indeed feel forbidden and even wrong, but that sort of secrecy and naughtiness only made it all the more exciting.

Ye-jun giggled when she walked away and disappeared into the belly of the barn. Shirtless and sweaty, Yeonjun resumed his duties.

The song in his head had stopped playing. Now, he imagined Ye-jun with her perky breasts in the tight top, forking away at the hay inside the barn. The mental image was an insane turn-on, and he would surely masturbate to the idea before going to sleep tonight.

His horny thoughts were interrupted when the uncle came back out and headed for the truck. “Hey,” he called out to get Yeonjun's attention. “I forgot something in town. I'll be back in twenty, okay?”

“Okay,” Yeonjun replied. He suddenly felt embarrassed after all, just as he knew Ye-jun had wanted him to feel. Sure, it was hot, but why would he suddenly have taken his shirt off when he was nearly done with the wall, and only when his cousin had come out? It wasn't something he usually did.

His uncle didn't question it though. He started the truck, made a hasty u-turn, and drove away through the opening in the fence and down the dirt road. As soon as the sound of the engine and the tires on the gravel disappeared, Ye-jun called from inside.

“Hey Yeonjun,” she shouted. “Get in here!”

Yeonjun was confused. Had something happened? Was she alright, or was this another one of her jokes or tricks? It didn't matter, because if it was either of those he was eager to get to her.

He quickly stopped his work, climbed down the ladder, and jogged to the dark opening of the barn. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the difference in light, but he quickly spotted Ye-jun.

She was seated with her legs crossed on a tightly packed square hay bale, half-way into the belly of the barn. The fork she'd worked with stood beside her, in the pile of hay she'd been separating and moving.

“Come,” she said and smiled. She wasn't in any kind of trouble, which was a relief.

Yeonjun walked over to her and stood in front of her. He struggled to keep his eyes off her chest. “What?” he asked.

Ye-jun held out her hand. “Come closer,” she said.

Yeonjun took another step forward and grabbed the hand. When he did, she un-crossed her legs and yanked his arm until his whole body was standing between her thighs.

As flirty as they had been in the last few years, this was new territorry. Yeonjun had always wondered what Ye-jun felt about him, and what she made of the fact that they were cousins only by adoption. He was about to find out.

When he didn't immediately show any signs of wanting to get away, Ye-jun placed a hand behind his head and pushed his face towards hers. Yeonjun's heart almost stopped. He opened his mouth a little, closed his eyes, and they kissed.

The kiss felt amazing. It was one they'd both secretly longed for, something they had hoped and wished would one day happen, and now it finally did. So suddenly, so unexpectedly, and at Ye-jun's initiative.

Yeonjun responded well to it. It felt great. They made out for half a minute, until Ye-jun took the suspenders and pulled them over Yeonjun's shoulders. When he realized what was happening, he reached out to feel the breasts he'd been eyeing all day.

“Uncle,” he said in between kisses.

“We've got at least ten minutes,” Ye-jun replied.

That wasn't a long time, but it was all they needed.

When Yeonjun's suspenders slid down his arms, Ye-jun suddenly let go of him and took off her top. Yeonjun froze and stared at her naked breasts in awe. He quickly snapped back to reality and reached out to touch them. He was in awe.

With Yeonjun's hands and lips all over her, Ye-jun stood up. She untied the overalls around her waist and pulled them down to her ankles. If she was wearing anything else underneath it all came off with them. She suddenly stood naked in front of Yeonjun, who could hardly believe that this was happening.

Ye-jun sat back down and spread her legs. Yeonjun was quickly and instinctively onboard. He pulled the one-piece down and his boxers off with them.

Ye-jun leaned back and admired his body, and the hard dick as it was presented to her. She smiled, then grabbed the shaft and yanked it, causing Yeonjun to take a leap forward.

“Ouch!” he said and laughed. But he quickly forgot about the pain her eager movements had caused.

He wanted to kiss and fuck her desperately. To play with the gum in her mouth and pass it between them with their lips and tongues. To feel the warmth of her vagina as it swallowed his meat, and rub its walls with the head and shaft.

Ye-jun spread her knees a little wider, and Yeonjun reached down between their legs. Things were happening fast, two horny young people who had been flirting for a long time, and who now released their desires and sexual tension all at once.

When he penetrated her, he quickly pulled his hand away and started to feel his cousin's breasts and soft skin again.

He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and clenched his ass cheeks. His hips immediately rocked back and forth. The shaft pushed inside, then came back out, as he began to fuck his adopted cousin with passion.

Their kissing was sloppy and hot, their bodies slippery with sweat. Yeonjun kept thrusting fast and hard, pushing in and out of the girl. She used her tongue to push the gum out, and he gladly took it in his mouth before returning it.

Ye-jun leaned further and further back on her elbows on top of the hay bale. Then she suddenly sat up straight again. She pushed Yeonjun away and leaned forward to remove her shoes, and pull the overall over her feet.

Yeonjun bent down and did the same to his own clothes. He nearly lost his balance as the shoes and suspenders came off, and he suddenly stood completely naked before his partner.

Nude, horny and filled with years of built-up sexual tension, Ye-jun stood up and swirled around. She took the fork and pulled it out of the stack of hay she had created, then threw it on the ground. With her free hand she pushed Yeonjun on the chest to show him what she wanted him to do.

He fell backwards onto the makeshift bed. The dry grass pricked his skin, but once he'd sunken into it, it felt soft and cozy.

Ye-jun sat down on top of him. She dug her knees into the hay on either side of him and grabbed his boner between her legs. Eager to get it back inside her, she lowered herself onto the stiff shaft.

Yeonjun had his eyes wide open and fixed on the beautiful figure on top of him. He rested his hands on her thighs while she got into position. When she began to rock her hips back and forth, he took a firm grip around her waist.

Ye-jun soon began to bounce up and down. She straightened her back and reached behind her neck with both hands, to collect her long hair and brush it to one side. Yeonjun held on tight around her waist, had his mouth half open, and took in her body with his eyes.

Ye-jun's perky breasts jumped up and down with the rest of her. As she rode him, Yeonjun reached up to feel them. He massaged and cupped them with his palms. They were round and firm and felt amazing to touch.

From the large opening leading into the barn, all that could be seen was Ye-jun's upper body peaking out among the hay bales around them while it bounced up and down, and Yeonjun's outstretched arms and hands on her breasts.

Yeonjun started panting as Ye-jun's vagina slid up and down his dick. “Uh, uh, uh,” he moaned repeatedly.

“Fuck me,” Ye-jun said. She leaned forward and placed her hands on Yeonjun's chest, pushing him deeper into the hay. She moved her hips faster up and down, and Yeonjun matched her speed with rapid thrusts.

“Ahh, I'm gonna come,” Yeonjun announced and suddenly closed his eyes. In that very moment, they heard the pickup truck approaching on the road outside.

Time was suddenly of the essence. Yeonjun's heart nearly stopped when he heard the engine, and imagined the dust behind the car as it raced toward them.

But Ye-jun was determined to finish things. She suddenly pushed herself up again, straightened her back and bounced even faster. Yeonjun let go of her breasts, squeezed her thighs, and moved his ass up and down at an insane pace. He grimaced and moaned as he pushed and pulled her body, determined to reach a climax before it was too late.

Yeonjun orgasmed just as the car stopped outside the main house and the engine was shut off. He groaned when he ejaculated inside his cousin. Ye-jun, in turn, quickly leaned far down to kiss him, effectively hiding herself from view. She moved her hips slowly back and forth on top of him, as he fully emptied himself inside her.

When they heard the car door close, Ye-jun quickly rolled off. Yeonjun stood up and put his feet inside the suspenders on the ground. He pulled them up while Ye-jun reached out from behind her hiding spot to grab her clothes. She giggled and pressed herself close against the nearest hay bale to stay out of sight.

Her father appeared as a dark silhouette against the bright sun outside, just as Yeonjun pulled the second strap over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” the uncle asked when he spotted Yeonjun inside.

“Nothing,” Yeonjun said, flustered and still with a semi-boner between his legs. He hadn't had time to put his underwear on under the suspenders. “I needed a break.”

“Where's Ye-jun?”

“I don't know. She said she'd help me but I haven't seen her since you left.”

Ye-jun swallowed her gum and kicked his leg. Fuck you, she mouthed but smiled when Yeonjun briefly glanced down at her.

“Alright,” his uncle said and turned around to walk away. “Finish the wall, then get back to moving the hay. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

“Okay,” Yeonjun said and watched as the man's silhouette disappeared.

When it was gone, he turned to look on the ground beside him. Ye-jun was huddled up, naked and giggling in the hay. They both burst out laughing, and covered their mouths to keep the sound from escaping the depths of the barn.

When she was dressed, Ye-jun gave Yeonjun a kiss on the lips before leaving him. Red-skinned and bare-chested he started walking toward the sunlight, while Ye-jun took a door at the other end of the barn to walk around the house and avert suspicion.

To this day Yeonjun had no idea if his uncle saw or suspected anything. They never said a word about it. But from this day on, visits to the farm became so much more interesting, until one day a few years later when Ye-jun moved out.

When she did, the uncle finally sold the farm. The place that had been a fixed and cherished location for the cousins their whole lives soon became a distant memory. The memories, however, of both the farm and of their hot sex, forever lived on in Yeonjun's mind.

[batlleonafc]

She’s a scab. She only cares about herself and what she can personally gain. She let her “friends” take the fall more than once now so she could get a world cup and continue to push that she’s the best player in the world when in reality she played like absolute dog shit and really that second ballon dor shouldn’t have gone to her in the 1st place. She’s just trying to stay relevant sorry that I’m giving you guys the truth 🤷‍♀️

Welcome to @handmeascalpel's ted talk, I'm your host @batlleonafc buckle up and enjoy the ride

Hello, anon. I've read everything you've mentioned. Do you have any evidence to support your claims? Considering that I'm reading this now, you don't. So, let me present the evidence I have. If you understand after this, great. If not, I can't stop people from forming their own opinions.

Exhibit A:

You said, "she only cares about herself and what she can personally gain."

On September 1, 2022, Alexia tweeted in support of Irene Paredes when the RFEF essentially blamed her for the players' opposition to the federation. Alexia was injured at the time and wasn't even in camp or eligible for a call-up. She was the first to tweet, sparking the revolution against the RFEF.

Ironically, on September 23 of the same year, exactly one year ago, Alexia was the first to post the Las15 statement, stating that the players wanted a "firm commitment for a professional project" and expressing their unhappiness that private conversations with the federation were leaked.

Exhibit B:

You said, "she let her friends take the fall more than once so she could get a World Cup."

As I mentioned earlier, Alexia was injured and therefore ineligible for a call-up. So her statement and email were never considered valid.

Every statement has always been posted by her first because she has a large following. She has consistently spoken out loudly and clearly about the problems. She never let friends take any fall. More proof is attached below.

She went to the World Cup because she was fit and couldn't escape sanctions, in case you forgot about them. I'd like you to tell me how many players who came back from an ACL injury immediately played well, or maybe just give me some names.

#seacabo was started by Alexia, and she took the lead for everything. It's not hard to find this evidence. Regardless of what people like you want to say about her, both on and off the pitch, you can see what kind of person she is.

Exhibit C:

You say, "that second Ballon d'Or shouldn't have gone to her in the first place."

Who do you think should have won it then? I'd be happy to hear your answer.

But since you brought up the Ballon d'Or, let me share a few things:

Official stats from the 2021/22 season:

La Liga Femenina:

- 26 games played.

- 18 goals scored.

- 16 assists.

Copa de la Reina:

- 4 games played.

- 4 goals scored.

- 1 assist.

Supercopa de España:

- 2 games played.

- 1 goal scored.

- 1 assist.

UEFA Women's Champions League (UWCL):

- 10 games played.

- 11 goals scored.

- 3 assists.

Regarding the Ballon d'Or voting, she only missed out on 29 days, equivalent to one tournament (the Euros). Nobody came close to her stats, and she's a midfielder. These stats are only for her club. Her national team stats are just as impressive, as she has been crucial in every single match, not just easy ones. She essentially surpassed her own record from the previous season when she won the Ballon d'Or. In short, she deserved it.

There's more to a player than just stats, especially for defenders. But the stats Alexia has as a midfielder are outstanding.

Exhibit D:

Finally, you said, "she's just trying to stay relevant." Sorry to say, but she doesn't have to say anything to stay relevant.

She uses her influential platform to talk about what's true and important, unlike many players. Ramona Bachmann is a good example, and even Athenea, for that matter.

I hope you've learned something today, anon. If not, good luck with your opinion of Alexia. You might just look foolish for hating on her.

Thank you for listening to @handmeascalpel's ted talk I hope you learned something today!

[starstruck-cupid]

The Sweater

Part 5 of Unnamed Charlie fic with a bit of spicy Kirby x fem!reader

(edit: name change. Formerly unnamed)

A/n: I have noticed a continuity error in my story. Scream 4 takes place in October. I thought it took place in September. I will be switching to autumn instead of spring from here on out. Also there is Kirby x reader x Charlie at the end of this. The next chapter will most likely be the last of this series. I might make it a little more Kirby x reader towards the end.

TW: mentions of murder, mentions of stalking, mentions of theft, sexual contact. I think that's it.

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The morning after the kiss was crazy. Olivia was dead. Murdered. People were saying it was brutal. There were plenty of rumors and claims about the killing, but none were confirmed. I think Sidney's publisher is dead too

It's been three days. I was more scared than ever. I haven't gotten any more texts but it seems like things keep disappearing. I don't know when or why these things are being taken.

Little things that shouldn't be missed, but things I noticed. I'm an organization mess. Everything is all over the place, but I know what goes where. I'm missing 2 more pairs of underwear, and some lewd Polaroids that I thought were well hidden.

Charlie and I still haven't talked about the kiss. I'm not sure if we ever will. We kissed once after. We've definitely been closer physically. I'm okay with it. I'm content.

I can't believe we still have school tomorrow. People are dying. Three students are dead. We should at least get a few days to mourn.

Charlie and I were supposed to hang out today. He texted me telling me he'd be here later, but I decided to just go to bed.

I can't help but feel anxious. More than usual. Something bad is going to happen. Ghostface is clearly back. I think my break-ins and missing things might be connected.

I'm laying in bed, stoned. Heater on,with multiple blankets piled over me, and a movie playing in the background. The cool autumn air breezing through my open window. I opted to give up keeping my window closed. It's been apparent that it's not working. I had my favorite candle lit. This was nice. I needed this.

I was in my favorite sweater, the one Charlie got me. He stole it yesterday, as he does sometimes, and now it smells like him.

I can feel myself drifting off. My eyes and mind go black

I hear the squeak of my window being closed. In my tired mind, I don't fully process the implications of that. Figuring it was Charlie, I go back to sleep.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes later when I was woken up to the feeling of fingers rubbing up and down my thighs. I freeze.

Soon I feel a full hand continuing the motion on the back of my thigh.

I feel someone climbing into the bed, up towards me. As they lay behind me, a scent fills my nose. Charlie.

I feel him kiss the back of my head and slip his hand up my sweater. He lays it on my bare stomach. His hand is cold compared to my stomach.

Moving back towards him, I bask in his warmth. His hand slips up to my clothed breast. My bra was unpadded and thin. I'm sure he could feel everything. He was gentle, though. Not attempting to do anything more than lay his hand there. It felt like he was trying to get a feel for my boundaries.

When it comes to Charlie, and what I'd let him do, there are no boundaries.

"Is this okay?" He asks, quietly, unsure if I'm asleep.

I tiredly mumble out an affirmation. We just lay there like that for awhile until we're both sleep.

<3

Today is the first day that Charlie is still in bed with me in the morning. The sun is shining through the curtains. For a while we just lay there together, talking and listening to the random vinyl that he put on. Everything seems perfect right now.

Charlie told me about his, Robbie's, and Gale's agreement. I told him about how My dad said my mom had always been a fan of Gale. He offered to get something signed.

Finally we get up for school. Getting back to our usual routine after that break of not talking is so nice. I finally don't have to get my coffee alone every morning.

<3

School was the same as everyday, surprising. We have "cinema club" today after school. I think the name is dumb but I'd never tell the boys that. Today we have Sidney and Gale visiting.

I can't lie. I wasn't listening at all. Until the stab-a-thon was mentioned. I had forgotten about that. I had to go. Going it's a requirement for being friends with Charlie. It seems that we're a bit more than friends now, so that's absolutely no way I can skip.

<3

Charlie makes me come early to help set up. I don't really mind. It means I can start drinking early, and I get the best seat.

After a bit of the, people start screaming and running. Then I see Gale on the ground and Dewey shooting a masked Ghostface. Running to Gale, I begin to put pressure on the wound.i stay there until ems shows up.

Once I finally get back to my car, Charlie is already there.

"Kirby invited us to her house for an after party" he said, getting in the passenger side.

"You direct and dj, and I'll drive"

After a few minutes on the road, I finally decide to do something I should have done a while ago.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?" I see him turn to look at me from" the corner of my eye.

"I think Ghostface has been stalking me."

"Stop the car" his voice booming with demand.

I do. I pull over and put the car in park. I turn to him, the look on his face is hard to read.

"What makes you think that?"

I show him the texts, the video, and tell him the list of things that have gone missing from my room. Charlie insists that we should tell people when we get the house. I agree and get back on the road.

Once we're there, I feel calmer. I know these people. I feel safe with these people.

Jill and Kirby are sitting next to each other, Charlie is putting on Stab 7, despite mine and Jill's disagreement.

Charlie, Kirby, and I have a back and forth about what took place earlier.

I've always had positive feelings about Kirby, but I never realized she was this cool. The more I talk to her, the more I understand Charlie's crush. I'm sitting in the chair closest to her. As we continue the conversation, Kirby puts her hand on my upper thigh, pinky and ring finger slightly under my skirt.

Then Trevor walks in. I don't trust him. I don't think any of us do. Trevor mentions the unlocked door.

"I'm sorry. I was the last one in," I quickly shot out. Kirby gives me a reassuring smile.

Charlie gets up and Trevor sits in his seat

After a debate about how Trevor found out we were here. Jill goes to find her phone.

"So Charlie, Robbie. How does it feel to be accessories to a crime? I mean, really, Dewey's wife?" Trevor asks, arrogantly.

"My life is over" replies Robbie.

"So which one of you sent me a text from Jill's phone?" Trevor follows up.

(Sorry straight readers, I had to add some Kirby x reader)

After some discourse about the phone, Trevor leaves, leaving Kirby, Charlie, and I alone.

I had moved over to share the couch with Kirby and Charlie sat in my previous seat. Robbie leaves from the kitchen to the balcony.

Once he was gone, Kirby pulled me closer to her, inviting Charlie to sit on the other side of me. She turns to us, putting her hand on my thigh.

"So are you two together?" She asks. We look at each other unsure how to answer.

"So Charlie, you wouldn't mind if I did this? She asks, putting a hand on my cheek and pulling me to look at her. Not kissing close, but close enough to feel her breath on my lips. She proceeds to slid her hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt up slightly, until she was under it. Then she slid a finger under the waistband of my underwear and pulled, letting it snap against my skin. I unconsciously hiss as it hits me. Kirby pushed my chin to face my head towards Charlie. He looks flustered, a pink tint dusting his face. I can see a prominent bulge in his pants.

Trevor walks in, making us all pull apart in embarrassment.

After letting him know him upstairs, Trevor makes himself comfortable in the seat closest to us. Charlie hastily gets up and leaves.

After some discourse between Kirby and Trevor, he leaves to get Jill. Leaving me and Kirby alone. Kirby sends me an apologetic look while placing a hand back on my thigh and giving a reassuring squeeze. Then she kisses me. Lightly, but needy. When she pulls away she goes back to watching the movie like nothing ever happened.

[agustsmuse]

Libra | KSJ

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Non-idol AU

Synopsis: Jin surprises you with an unexpected gift on your birthday. One you'd always hoped for.

WC: 1.2k+

Posted: 18 September 2023

The air was crisp, the sky clear as you stared at the stars overhead. You just needed a few minutes, a breather, a little quiet. It was your birthday, another year swiftly passed and here you were sitting on the ridiculously overpriced outdoor couch on top of your friend’s rooftop to escape your own birthday party. You loved the gesture but so many people began to get a little too much. Hobi was hosting and he knew how to throw an amazing party.

Jin had wanted to take you out for a nice quiet dinner, that's what he'd suggested to Hobi but with Jimin's birthday just around the corner too, he simply HAD to make it a big get together.

So here you were staring at a bottle of Jack Daniels, millions of miles away from reality. Waiting for something to pull you back down but what you wanted would never come.

Or so you thought.  

The sound of a door opening caught your attention but you hadn't fully pulled yourself back to earth. The wind brought that familiar scent to you, you knew immediately who it was. You didn't have to come back to reality just yet. You were safe.

“Mind if I join you?” Jin enquired as he walked over to you. 

“It's peaceful here.” Jin assumed that was a yes and sat down next to you.

His eyes rested on you. You'd been friends with Jin for a while. He knew everything about you, remembered all the little things no one else ever cared about. There was a bond between the pair of you that neither of you had with anyone else. He loved you, but never said or did anything. The man full of confidence turned into a shy little boy whenever he was around you. 

Jin had been a serial dater for the past several months. He'd come back to you complaining about how painfully miserable the date was, how dull the conversations went and if he was feeling particularly Jin-like on those days, they couldn't handle his personality. The last one you couldn’t even remember why they broke up. Something about him putting in enough time or effort.

In the poor girl's defence, he did spend most of their relationship with you.

"Too much?" He asked, pulling you back to earth when she slipped a stray hair behind your ear. Greeting you with a soft smile. "There she is"

You blush, covering your face.

"Don't do that!" He pulled your hands away, holding them so you couldn't hide again. "It's just Jinnie."

“I appreciate the surprise” You state, in defence of your departure. Your fingertips and Jin's absentmindedly playing with the others.

“I did try to tell him but he wouldn't listen,” Jin sighed, defeated in his tone. “I wanted to take you out, have dinner, maybe a movie or both and we could have cuddled up on the couch. Just the two of us. I don't like all these people around either.”

He wasn't shy about wanting to spend time with just you, nor was he shy about his love either, admitting just how much was the problem. Jin regularly said he loved you, but you, one of two idiots in this equation, only thought it was platonic, a close friendship, the two single friends making each other feel better. He squeezed your hand to make you look up at him instead of your intertwining fingers. He felt the alcohol burn in his throat or maybe it was the words he wanted to say and really mean them. Declare that, in fact, he did not want to be just friends with you.

“Thanks for my gift” You distract from your pounding heart as you lock eyes with him. He’d given you the prettiest new necklace, one he knew you'd been eye up for quite some time. Of course, chocolates and flowers too. Your favourites, without fail. 

“You're very welcome,” he replied. "Always the best for my best girl."

Failing into a peaceful silence again, you pass the Jack between you both for a little while. 

“Can we talk?” Jin said, breaking the silence.

You nod for him to continue. Clearly something was running through his mind.

“I haven't been entirely truthful to you” He admitted, blinking nervously. Jin lied to you? He would never. You'd lose all faith in him, and men in general, if he had. He was one of the only people in your life that would never betray you. Like he could see your mind going into a panic, he quickly continued. “I met someone"

“Oh, I'm happy for you.” You lie, heart shattering into tiny little pieces. You forced a smile regardless. You'd be happy for him no matter what. 

“She's quite amazing actually.” You didn't know if you wanted to hear about this woman but his eyes lit up like dynamite and his smile was so big at just the thought of this woman, you didn't interrupt him. "She has all the right reasons to be a mean person but she's not, she's kind, patient and loving, even if sometimes people don't deserve it. I wish she knew how amazing she is and even if I told her until I was blue in the face, she probably still wouldn't believe me"

"She seems nice."

"I'm not finished" He shushed you. " You can share all of your secrets with her and know they are safe. She makes me laugh even when I don't want to laugh and without even trying too. She's helped me through some of my most difficult times and I'll never be able to tell her how thankful I am. She supports me, cares for me, loves me in ways I never thought anyone would even want too."

"Maybe you should be telling her this?" You felt sick at this point, blood boiling over a woman you didn't even know. Ready to tell your best friend and talk shit the minute the two of you were alone.

“Y/n, you’re my favourite person in this entire world, my best friend but I want to be more than that,” Jin admitted. What now? His heart raced as he scooted closer to you “I love you and I want to be yours.”  

"That's not funny, Jin." You had tears welling in your eyes.

Without hesitation, he leaned in to kiss you. He could feel you smile into the kiss, his hand caressing your cheeks.

You eventually allowed yourself to break the kiss briefly “I’ve loved you for a while. Too Long” You confessed. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Why didn't YOU say anything?" You asked with a soft giggle. 

“I... Yeah... Fair" He laughed, His brain scrambled for one coherent thought. Instead opting for the obvious...

His lips met yours again. You moved your hand from his face to his neck. His hands slipped to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. He didn't even care about the need for air until he heard applause, hollers and cheers from inside the house. The boys and their partners, which included your best friend, were standing behind the window. Your best friend and Hobi standing cuddled up with each other with shit eating grins on their faces. 

“Finally!” Yoongi yelled. 

His ears turned bright red, nuzzling his face in embarrassment into your neck as you let out a soft laugh.  

“Happy birthday, Y/n,” Jin looked at you once again with a soft smile before you pulled him in for another kiss

authors note: this fic was written for my amazing best friend, @lifeinakpopbubble's birthday. i wish you the happiest of birthdays and can't wait to see you open your gifts and spend the day with you!

i didn't plan on posting this so soon but she's impatient.

tags: @sopebubbles-read

[andguesswhat]

There are days were the things in my head are shamelessly hopeful and therefore completely illusory.

But “I must dare to dream”, right?

Venice 25

He thought about Armie’s comment when they stood ready to go in front of the mirror.

*

He got out of the car and the crowd screamed.

He was in Venice. Venice Film Festival, September 2025, premiere of Dune 3. The last act.

He loved being in Venice.

Again he wore a handmade outfit by Haider.

A kind of homage to his red sequined outfit from 3 years ago, again a neck-holder, again backless, but this time made of a robust and hard material, fine wire rings interwoven, heavy silver chains in between, a modern chain shirt. Plus some 70s punk rock vibe: leather pants, his boots with the silver heels, silver rings and bracelets on fingers and wrist, a black painted fingernail and a silver choker around his neck.

The outfit felt good, it made him feel strong and forearmed, even if right now he didn't think he needed that. Much more the outfit matched his mood, wanting to kick ass, because that's what he would do now, what they would do now.

He waved briefly to the crowd, the first flash of lightning thundering down on him, and then he held out his hand, just a little, casually, as he always did when he just wanted his partner a little closer, and couldn't help but grin happily as Armie got out of the car.

Armie looked extremely dapper in that deep-dark Tom Ford suit with a fancy little applique on the lapel, and Tim couldn't have been prouder of his partner, of his man, of his husband.

And that was it. Armie was now standing next to him, his warm hand gently running over Tim’s bare back and resting on his hip. They smiled into the cameras. Together, side by side. The way it had been private forever, the way it should be possible in public, too. It felt good and right.

He didn't care if there were hostile comments among the cheers now. The crowd that kept cheering was there and the one that mattered was standing next to him.

Armie.

Armie and him, for all the world to see.

“You look like some kiss ass rock star who has his bodyguard with him just to fuck him.”

It was the right time for them now.

The big blockbusters had been shot, he had a few more awards on his record, he had built a good network, he would be shooting with Scorsese and directors he adored. What more did he want?

He was sure that even if a few offers fell through now, he would still be making films he wanted to make. Maybe he would make less money, but as long as he could keep doing what he loved the most, something that he couldn’t live without, it would be enough now.

Armie smiled at him warmly, towering beside him and he smiled back. What had often taken them so much effort to hide was now there for all the world to see.

There was a rush in his head, his heart was pounding wildly, they had played this day out in his head for too long, too many emotions attached to it, and yet it was pride that trumped everything.

And then a gentle touch of Armie’s hand on his back and Armie was buttoning up his jacket, stepping into the background. Stephane stood on the sidelines and Armie joined him. Tim was alone again, continuing to pose for the photographers, responding to the "Timmy" calls, and although Armie was now no longer next to him, he was still more with him than ever.

When his bodyguard motioned him to go to the fans to sign autographs, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.

He tried not to listen, but of course he did hear a few things.

“Are you two really together or is this some kind of PR?”

“Are you gay?”

“How long has it been going on with you guys?”

Later he would say:

I prefer to keep my private life private. I'm with Armie but the rest is non of your business.

Then why this now?

Because I wanted to share this special moment with my partner. And the world can stop worrying about who I'm with. There should be more important things.

So are you gay?

I think we live in a society where we should be long past asking someone about their sexuality because they are with someone of the same sex.

There wouldn't be much more about them from them. Even if the whole world wanted to know everything.

For now he didn't say anything. With trembling hands he wrote autograph after autograph, took selfies, accepted gifts, and when he realized it was no different than usual, he found his voice again, the feeling of happiness increased, as did the selfies with stuck out tongue and middle finger and the joy to kick ass.

"You look amazing!"

"I love you so much!"

The hate would play out anonymously elsewhere, he knew.

Finally, he sprinted back to the red carpet, photos with Zendaya, photos with Dennis, photos with the whole cast. He felt like he was about to burst, brimming with energy, roaring and beaming, his kick-ass energy constantly alternated with pure pure joy. In between, he kept glancing over at Armie, who was smiling happily at him and apparently commenting dryly with Stephane on the whole happening.

Whatever was to come, as it was now, it was the right thing to do. Now had been the right time, and because it was the right time, they had not wanted to wait any longer, he had not wanted to wait any longer.

It was strange to be in that auditorium and watch the movie while outside the news would spread through the world like a forest fire. But he didn't mind.

Armie had been in a play, had taken small roles in television series, and next year Timmy would produce a small indie film starring him. They slowly got things going.

And even if they didn't, he would turn 30 at the end of this year. He had changed. For some time now, they had thought about having a family of their own. They were ready for change, for their new chapter in life, whatever it would look like.

As he walked into the building, and Armie walked beside him, smiling at him, their fingers casually interlocked. And that small, unspectacular touch meant everything to Tim. No boundaries, no hiding, just being themselves.

Dennis had supported him.

"I'm not sure we would have made it to Venice again with the third part without you and your collaboration with Haider. They love you! So take it, it's yours!"

Now they got Amargaddon. They would see how it would affect the box office, but he was grateful to have Dennis' blessing on it.

He loved being in this sheltered place with colleagues, friends and Armie.

Tim had wanted Armie to sit near him, so he heard him cheering in the row behind him when his name appeared on the screen, and turned with a grin when he heard him laughing dirty at a Harkonnen joke. It felt good to have him there. Very good.

When they all hugged during the applause after the movie, he turned around and hugged Armie too, and although they hadn't talked about it before, when Armie slid his hand down Tim's neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, as other couples would, Tim couldn't stop grinning.

He knew there would be blurry video of that kiss. There wouldn't be much else, but at least they could offer that to their fans.

As they left the movie theater, as they made their way to the hotel, shouting cheerful see-you-later’s to the others, the fog in Tim's head cleared, the buzzing slowly diminished, and when he saw an undisturbed corner, he pulled Armie into it, into his arms and never let go. Armie did the same, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.

For quite a while they were just standing there, crying and laughing and hugging and feeling all these feelings they felt. Together.

He felt all the tension inside him release. The tension that he didn't even know was inside him. The prison that they knew how to ignore so much that they had forgotten the freedom they lacked.

"We did it, Armie."

"Yes, we did."

And when he heard Armie's brittle voice, tears came to him, too, and he had to hold Armie even a little tighter.

"It really does feel as good as they say, doesn’t it?"

"It does."

Clap your hands for Tinkerbell them.

Later that evening, they had a carefree premiere party with lots of laughter, dancing and singing. They were happy, they were them. Some more blurry pictures would show that and it was fine.

And even if it was none of the world's business that they were together, it was an incredible feeling that the world knew now.

*

[cru5h-cascades]

Okay I made one of these last year so might as well do it again but for this year :D

I might add some more stuff onto this if I remember anything else but for now, here's...

2024: A Year that Happened

A rundown of highlights from this year over here at Cru5htown

January - Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 releases! Public perception of the game shifts from looking down on the game to singing its praises! Side Order's release date is revealed and the crowd goes wild! Also I ended up getting my first mutual on this site, Lbodraws!

February - Side Order releases and I start work on what would go on to pretty much be my most iconic Splatoon OC, Winnie, because the Parallel Canon exists. This is also the month where I found out about Maya and the Three and started going buck wild with reposting fanart for the series and making some stuff of my own.

March - Pretty uneventful month tbh I don't remember much that happened this month.

April - The Death of Slim Shady gets announced! Because my curiosity was peaked by the announcement I started listening to more of Eminem's music and became a fan of the guy. During the same month, Jojo Siwa releases Karma and the rebrand goes into full swing.

May - Another uneventful month

June - That one debate between Trump and Biden happened and the Zelda Game Where You Actually Play as Zelda is announced. Also the iconic Other Friends animatic featuring both @eliziethegirl's and my OCs is released :D

JULY - Okay this is when shit gets WILD. LIKE ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT CRAZY. Okay so July 1st we get a release date for TDoSS, Jojo Siwa's first EP releases the same day TDoSS comes out, and Splatoon 3's first Summerfest happens that same weekend (this is also the first splatfest I ended up getting into a match with a splatuber!). Relatively normal month, right? WRONG. JULY 10TH, 2024. 3 DAYS BEFORE TDOSS RELEASES. I end up getting vids on YT talking about a mysterious "new Nintendo IP" teased that very morning. I put off looking any further into the topic until later that day and I watch a few vids on the subject matter. That morning, Nintendo posted a video onto their YT channels simply titled Emio, featuring a dude in a paper bag mask just standing there menacingly. This teaser would keep everyone guessing what tf is going on for a week until we got the full reveal and a bunch of people lost investment in the mystery bag man game. Except for me and a few others, who would go on to post frequently about the game for a while and continue to post about the game TO THIS DAY. Anyways, Biden drops out of the election and somebody tries to assassinate Trump.

August - Not only does the Co-op Cult of the Lamb update drop, but the full release of Emio as well. Man that game was a trip. Also a phone ban is enacted in my school.

September - I play the bonus chapter of Emio and boy howdy I was not ready for how dark that was gonna be. Anyways Grandfest and Grand Run happen in S3 and Team Past wins Grandfest. Here's to hoping for 2000s themed Splatoon 4 with a rock band for the idol group.

October - Deltarune Chapters 3 & 4 are confirmed to come out in 2025 :D

November - Trump, unfortunately, wins the election. But on the brighter side of things I figure out how to do Splatoon voices in Beepbox thanks to the awesome @celestedoesarttm and I start churning out my reworked versions of my Splatoon OCs.

December - Luigi Mangione murks United Healthcare CEO and everyone goes buck wild. Soon enough people start digging up stuff from the guy's past and his story becomes more and more interesting (Fun fact: did you know Luigi has played Slime Rancher, Undertale, and Celeste?). Poppy Playtime Chapter 4's release date and main villain are revealed and I couldn't help but have a sense of deja vu when they showed off Harley Sawyer's design for the chapter lmfaoooo

[skzinka]

“ WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE ” ft. lee minho

timeline : september, 2021

summary : maybe talking with minho about that other person who makes her heart beat, wasn't inka's best idea.

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« ..and, we can call it a day, good job everyone ! » — chan's voice could be heard over the multiple exhausted breaths of the training room, each of the members falling to the ground by gently applauding their efforts. inka closed her eyes for a few seconds and took a few more breaths, doing a few more stretches to avoid any future pain.

a sigh left her lips as she watch most of her friends struggling to get up, walking slowly to their belongings in the corner of the room. they were probably planning to return to the dormitory, but inka had another idea in mind : she was having some difficulty with a particular movement in the choreography, so she wanted to stay and practice a little longer. jeongin put on his jacket after finishing his water bottle, turning his gaze to the girl's, « noona, you're not coming with us? »

inka shook her head negatively, eventually getting up and approaching the group with a smile on her face, « no, i'm going to train for one or two more hours. but, i'll be home before midnight, i promise. » — inka raised her hand as if to support her promise, letting a small laugh escape from her lips. the boys still present nodded without exception, waving to her with smiles on their face, before leaving the room one after the other.

when she was about to turn on the music to continue dancing, she heard her phone ringing in her bag and instinctively went to it. a message from one of her pretty good friends appeared on the screen, causing inka to smile broadly as she replied to him warmly. dropping to the floor to discuss a little longer with him, she did not hear the door of the room open again, letting in a well-known cat.

putting her phone back in her bag, inka swiveled towards the stereo to come face to face with the serious gaze of minho. caught in a fit of fear, she put her hand against her panicked heartbeat, resuming normal breathing. « oh my god, you scared me. » she finally said as the boy smiled, getting rid of his jacket, « i didn't know you were still here. »

« chan told me that you were staying to train, so i decided to do the same. » the girl nodded, putting herself in the middle of the room, facing the mirror, while observing every move of the older boy. he walked slowly, searching on his phone for the right music to play, before coming back to her. and one time again : inka couldn't take her sweet eyes off her friend's.

minho stood beside her, observing their silhouettes in the mirror, rolling up the sleeves of the t-shirt he was wearing. « so, what can't you do? »

inka blinked a few times before frowning, then she crossed her arms against her chest, turning her back slightly to him. « it's not that i can't do it, is that i don't like the way i do it. »

« alright, show me then. i'll help you. » — proposed minho while he looked into the eyes of the younger girl through the mirror. inka sighed silently, then nodded, beginning to dance to the music's rhythm. the boy carefully observed her every move, taking notes of every little mistake to correct. on the whole, everything was perfect : inka was an excellent dancer with a perfect control of her body. but some of her movements were not fluid enough on one tiny part of the choreography, and minho had noticed it.

at the end of the song – and under the jerky breathing of the young girl, inka slipped her glance towards the concentrated one of minho. he seemed to be thinking, making some movements with his fingers in the wind. inka finally stood up, placing her hands on her hips, « you see where it was, right? »

minho nodded, turning the music back on while keeping his phone in his pocket to better control the latter. then, he moved towards inka who had not moved, placing his hands on her hips. the girl was surprised by the sudden contact, and shivered at his touch, observing minho through the mirror. the latter leaned towards the ear of the girl, explaining to her the good technique to have so that this difficult movement, becomes perfect.

« do you understand? » he asked softly, under the attentive glance of the brunette who listened to him attentively, like a voice that guides you through the night. inka nervously bit her lower lip while nodding positively, carrying out his advice. under the guidance of his hands, inka moved her body, following the music while performing the dance steps of the choreography. everything was going well, she felt like she was getting the right move, until minho started talking in her ear again : « what made you smile like that on your phone? »

unsettled by his sudden question, inka lost her balance and almost fell to the ground, but was quickly overtaken by two warm arms. turning her face to the boy, inka frowned and gently - or not - slapped him on the shoulder, « are you crazy?! »

minho did not hesitate to let the brunette fall on the ground, tearing her a cry of surprise. falsely disappointed by his behavior, and far too stubborn to let it go, inka grabbed minho's ankle as he was about to move forward, causing him to stumble and end up on the ground in turn. a mischievous and victorious smile appeared on her face, as she sat cross-legged, observing minho now lying on the ground.

« it's changmin, we got closer recently. » she admitted suddenly, her gaze wandering into the void. the black-haired boy turned his gaze from the ground to observe the reflection of the young girl in the mirror — she looked so dreamy, with a silly smile on her face.

« since when were you two are this close? » he asked, while inka shrugged, playing with the edge of her sweatshirt. « a few months i would say, » a pout played on her rosy lips, looking up at the ceiling and pretending to think, « we have seen each other several times since, he is adorable and kind. »

« and insanely pretty. » a chuckle left her tongue, suddenly thinking back to some of the times they spent together, not noticing that minho had suddenly risen from the ground to join the stereo. startled when she heard the music playing again, the thai girl looked at her older member who seemed suddenly far too energetic for her liking. « let's keep training. » he said, in a tone of voice that was far too authoritative and serious, nothing to do with the softness of his words ten minutes ago.

as she executes his words, trying so hard to concentrate despite the tension in the air, she ended up spinning half a second too early — and before she can say or do anything, she was suddenly cut off by minho who decided to cut the music, « no, it's really not good. it's awful. »

« what the fuck minho?! » she said, raising her voice, when she felt the boy's hand grab her wrist with force. pulling on her arm to get out of his grip, she frowned while observing him attentively : the features of his face seemed drawn, preoccupied, not to mention his jaw clenched and his eyes shifted. he looked pissed of, annoyed, and that had the effect of irritating inka who definitely did not understand what was going on. a long sigh left his lips as he looked up at his younger member, biting his lower lip, seeming to search desperately for his words. inka crossed her arms against her chest, raising an eyebrow to encourage the boy to speak his heart out — what he finally did : « i hate the way things are right now- »

« oh because you don't think i do?! » she suddenly retorted, stunned by his enormous nerve. she really couldn't believe what he had just said, when this situation was all his fault. a nervous laugh left her lips as she approached him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest, « you said you wouldn’t break my heart, and then that’s exactly what you did, minho. »

a scoff left her lips as she continued to strike his chest with her index finger : « and now, you act like a jealous ex-boyfriend because i'm interested into another guy? » — a certain amount of venom was present in her angry and rather shaky voice, causing minho to raise a few seconds his gaze, to collapse in hers. inka looked so fragile and pissed at the same time that he didn't know how to defend himself.

so he remained silent, watching incredulously the brunette's face, nervously biting his lower lip. if her black eyes could kill, minho would probably be dead already. an umpteenth long sigh left her mouth, as she moved slightly away from him, shaking her head negatively before crossing her arms against her chest, « cat got your tongue, uh? »

« i'm so- », inka suddenly placed her hand against minho's mouth, preventing him from saying another word, while her gaze pierced his soul. « don't dare to say you're sorry again. i'm so damn tired of these words devoid of real explanations. » — minho observed her with round eyes : she was so close and so pretty that he thought he felt his heart beat again. her chocolate eyes shone under the numerous led, suddenly making him more calm and relaxed than before.

his hands slid to her hips, making the girl jump, forcing her to place her cold hands against the boy's shoulders to keep a certain composure. minho observed her during a long time, tenderly, without any of them speaking. for minho, it was a restful silence, where he finally had the opportunity to repair some of his mistakes. for inka, it was an unsettling silence that made her not know what to do or say, although her blood was boiling in her veins.

against all expectations, minho broke the distance between them by grabbing the neck of the younger girl, drawing her against him. in panic, inka was ready to punch him really hard, but when she felt minho's lips on her forehead, her arms fell along her body. she was incredulous, not quite understanding what was going on, but the soft heat in the pit of her stomach was very noticeable. when he moved away from her, placing his bewitching gaze right into hers, inka felt a slight pinch in her chest. minho patted her cheek tenderly, like the touch of a cloud, before speaking, dropping these few words that leaving her speechless : « you’re still my person, even if i’m no longer yours. »

before running out of the training room in a hurry, leaving the girl in a deep confusion.

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[queeniecook]

Mid Summer of last year

Ever since the warlock James had paid Inna a surprise visit, thoughts had been swirling around in her mind. She doesn't have any intentions of being a part of his plan, but to say she got curious would be correct. She spent hours searching the internet on this Vera Grant. Of course she found things like a simbook profile and a profile on the new big thing - the social bunny media app. Inna has to have them all due to her career. Smartly, Vera seems to have all her personal stuff hidden to where only her friends can see it. But the more she stared at the profile picture of Vera on simbook, the more she reminded her of someone, she just couldn't put her manicured finger on it until she went on a stroll down on the Del Sol Valley walk of fame. She was casually reading the stars, like she usually does - vowing one day her name will be there too - when she saw it. Right beneath her feet, the star that reads "Evie Grant." It all clicked together. Armed with the new information, she spent even more hours googling Vera Grant and her family. She finally had to stop when the information ran out after Evie married a man named Paka'a Uha and became pregnant with her first child. It seems Evie wanted to drop out of the spotlight for the most part after that. Only a few appearances happened for charity up until her death.

It changed nothing. She just found it interesting, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Who is the girl in my kitchen, Vlad?" Inna questions. She had asked him here for information, not to play hostess to someone she doesn't know. Not that she minds playing hostess but she prefers to have a heads up first. 

"Do not mind the child, she is simply cooking." One of her mentors tells her. The other half, Elle DeVampiro, is currently over in Italy at one of the pairs' many Villas. 

"You don't usually travel with witches..."Inna trails off, something isn't right about the situation. 

"Very smart of you to keep food in your kitchen, dear one. Just in case you need to entertain those who require mortal food." Vlad continues in his usual tone. Not bothered by the young vampires' proding. "You wanted information, yes?"

Inna just looks at him and bites her tongue not to make a snarky comment, both Vlad and Elle did a lot for her over the years. She pretty much made it impossible for Lilith to help her after Caleb turned her and Lilith had no choice but to hand her over to Vlad and Elle. They helped her tame her blood lust, which she would always be grateful for. She has never killed anyone, something she feels happy about. Her mentors also taught her about the finer things in life and etiquette, while also opening doors for her in the field she loves - acting. "I would be much obliged."

"Vera Grant-Uha is her legal name and she is indeed the child of Evie Grant. She also has a brother, Apollo, who lives in Sulani with his wife, Naya and son Apollo Grant Junior. Miss Grant currently resides in the village town of Henford-on-Bagley. Miss Grant and Caleb Vatore are set to wed on September 20th of this year in Windenburg." Vlad supplies, it wasn't hard for him to get someone to gather the information. Money is a great tool at his disposal.

Inna nods and glances at the witch in her kitchen briefly, who was still cooking, before looking back at the vampire in front of her. "Thank you, Vlad. You always come through for me."

This earns a smile from the elder vampire. He's not quite as old as Count Straud himself but close. "I have to ask, out of concern. You know that even though I did not turn you I am quite fond of you, dear one." Vlad pauses before asking"Are you planning to see Caleb Vatore again?"

Inna looks at him and shakes her head. "No. I won't lie and say I'm not curious about who has finally stole his cold undead heart. I'm also a bit worried, does she know what she's getting herself into?"

"If you are concerned he may turn her against her wishes as he did you, you need not." Vlad assures her before speaking again because he can tell Inna is confused. "He can't turn her. Vera comes from a long line of merfolk. "

Inna blinks, truly stunned. She kind of wishes her mentor had lead with that bit of information to start with.

[shortandslytherin]

The Fake Gryffindor - Neville Longbottom x Y/N Malfoy (Part 2)

Sorry it took awhile my life got a little crazy. I'm not sure if there's typos it's 2:23AM. I'll check when I wake up.

Summary: The reader finds herself caught up in a web of lies when she accidentally is mistaken for a Gryffindor. Soon she finds herself covering up lies for Draco and her family but she might just have a few secrets of her own.

Warnings: Insecure Y/N, light angst, bullying, Umbridge exists, Y/N lies a lot, and mention of death.

Notes: Y/N is Draco's twin. Y/N will have she/her pronouns. She's obviously going to look like Draco but occasionally will change that. In the occasions when she changes that I'll use (h/c) or (e/c). If you are blonde or have blue eyes just use whatever colors you'd like. I'll also use (Y/N/N) which means your nickname but that will make more sense later on.

September 1995

Exactly three days had passed since Neville Longbottom called you the prettiest girl in Gryffindor. You had deflected. He called you perfect, you said you weren't. Now you couldn't stop thinking about how you'd told him that he was perfect. You also had called him awkward and clumsy. You felt terrible that he was friends with this Gryffindor girl that didn't exist. You should have just told him. Your guilt had you staring at your reflection and wondering if was true that you were pretty. It didn't feel true. You might as well have been what Draco would look like as a girl; in fact that's exactly correct. But you were trying to stare deeper than your reflection. You didn't remember much from your younger years but you remembered that at a Christmas Ball your parents held you'd been told pretty is on the inside. The woman who said it proceeded to call you adorable so you had assumed she didn't think you had a pretty personality. She was right. Later that night you'd thrown a tantrum because you were tired and your father wasn't ready to end the party.

But now at fifteen you didn't think you could get away with throwing a tantrum. So you'd just have to stare in the mirror until it made sense. You'd never been so unsure of yourself. But one thing you knew for sure, Slytherin and Gryffindor didn't mix. You were rival houses for so long that many people just continued the rivalry even if they had nothing to do with the reason that it had all started. You sighed softly and pulled your eyes from the mirror before hurriedly getting ready for class and rushing off. It was today that world decided to test your ability to keep a promise. Neville had done good to stay out of the path of the Slytherins; he'd much too busy looking for his Gryffindor mystery girl. No one knew who she was. Not even the professors seemed to know who this girl was. There was one professor who had a pretty good idea but he wasn't about to confront you about your personal life. But both you and Neville seemed to be unlucky today.

When you turned the corner to get Herbology, you saw Draco and his entourage bullying some poor kid. You sighed and started walking up to them ready to play your part that was written from birth but you heard Pansy speak and stopped dead. "Draco, you can't honestly believe that his little girlfriend exists? I mean look at him." Crabbe and Goyle laughed at her comment. Blaise didn't react. From your vantage point, you could see his facial expression and he looked like he was forced to be there. Draco, however, spoke. "Oh no she's very real. I was in the hall when the met. It was almost pathetic. He was crying over something Snape said and she bumped into him. But she didn't seem like the type to ghost someone." Your brother's words set a bomb off in your brain. You refused to be the topic they used to bully someone you barely knew. You rushed your way over to the greenhouse and narrowed your eyes at Draco. He slung his arm over your shoulders. "We were just telling Longbottom here th-" He quickly gets cut off by your sharp tone. "I heard what you were telling him. Just leave him alone. So what if he has an imaginary friend? You did until you were like twelve." You say in a harsh tone and risk a glance at Neville.

He looks at you with a little hatred but also thankfulness. A combination that makes your stomach churn. But there's a sense of familiarity in his eyes that you can't escape. You feel like you've got some so secret tether to him and you can't help but find it enjoyable.

Harry Potter had been in detention quite a few times for speaking out in class when you'd finally heard the rumors. There was rumors of a pen that Umbridge was using to make students write lines. When they wrote lines it would engrave the words into their skin. You'd been wanting to get your hands on this pen for days now. It didn't matter if the cut would appear Y/N Malfoy. Y/N/N L/N needed to make an appearance before people really thought Neville made up an imaginary girl. It really had started to seem like that and you'd felt bad. You were going to fix it.

"Sis, is this really a good idea?"

"Look, Draco, only I can put an end to these imaginary girlfriend jokes."

"And that requires you getting hurt?"

"Longbottom has to think I was ashamed to talk to him."

You change the color of your uniform tie to Gryffindor. Afterwards you changed your hair color and eye color. "There. Now I'm ready for Umbridge's class." Draco looked at you confused. "I don't understand the goal here." You look at your uniform and laugh slightly. "Well first of all, Y/N/N L/N gets seen in a class which gives her the illusion of being real. Second of all, I get a break from being hit on by Zabini. Finally, I will be able to cause trouble in class."

"What's so bad about Zabini?"

"He's too cocky. I don't care if mom says it's a good match. He'd be a terrible boyfriend."

"Okay. What about Nott?"

"Draco, can we talk about this later? Little busy right now." You respond as you walk into class. You unceremoniously drop down next Neville. It seemingly throws Seamus Finnigan off guard. "Hey, Neville. Sorry, I disappeared on you I've been feeling a little sick." Neville raised his eyebrows. "You know none of the Gryffindor girls seem to remember you?" You nod. "It's expected. I tend to keep to myself..." He seems to accept this answer but the feeling of guilt and ugliness rears it's head in your throat once again. It starts to feel like you might throw up when you hear Umbridge start laying into Harry again. You stand up and slam your hands the desk. "Oh whatever. It was murder. It wasn't murder. Who cares? Cedric is dead and frankly I want to learn something."

"I don't believe we've met yet miss...?"

"Uhh...we have and it's Y/N/N L/N."

"How have not given an outspoken girl like you detention yet,Miss L/N?"

"I usually end up in trouble with Professor Snape first...." Quite a few people, mostly Slytherins, laughed at that comment.

"Detention during study hall."

"Yes ma'am."

You stay quiet the rest of the class period. You weren't even sure what caused you to get angry at that very moment. You had everything planned out. You were going to argue with Draco when he inevitably made fun of a Gryffindor. But your own ugly behavior reared full force ahead instead.

When Study Hall came around all whispers were about you. It seemed no one knew your name. But maybe that was better. You walked into Umbridge's office for detention and sighed at the pink office. Everything was pink. It was disgusting; even when you were a child you didn't like pink that much. "Professor Umbridge... I'm here for my detention..." She set a piece of paper and quill in front of you. The quill you wanted so badly to see. It wasn't even because of the reasons you'd told Draco. You could really care less what Neville Longbottom did or didn't believe you. The truth was you wanted to see how how it worked for yourself. You were sick of rumors that Umbridge was using a magic quill to cause the scars. You had to see for yourself. "I want you to write 'I will not speak out in class' one hundred times. You'll know when you're finished." You immediately start and cringe at the pain of the quill writing into your skin. It wasn't a lie. She really was scarring students but you wouldn't say a word of it to Draco. You just quietly worked through your detention; letting out a whimper of pain occasionally. You left the office when the scar was fully present on your arm. The second you left the room, you looked at the words and you didn't even feel angry. There were tears stinging your eyes but they weren't from Umbridge's detention. Her detention was immeasurable to the pain you felt when you remembered you had an ugly heart. You were still deceiving Neville. And for what? What did you gain from him not getting bullied? A clear conscious? Definitely not. You couldn't let this go on. You had to tell him the truth. But as you walked back to the Slytherin common room reversing the color charms, you realized why you couldn't. He would hate you for being a Malfoy. But more than that he'd hate you for lying. You covered your arm with your sleeve and tried to rush to your dorm. But you were stopped by your head of house. "Show me your arm."

"Please, Professor, don't do this. It's fine."

"I'm not asking as your professor."

You held out the wrong arm and he nodded softly. "Head on, up to bed." He didn't say anything else as you ran off to your dorm.

The next morning, you walked up to the Gryffindor table with every intention of telling Neville the truth. But you choked. You instead said the first thing that came to mind. "I heard I missed your girlfriend yesterday. Too bad I had the twenty four hour flu. Draco couldn't stop rambling about it." Neville looked at you annoyed. "She's not my girlfriend. We're just friends. Did you actually need something? Or did you come here to mock me?" You looked at him shocked. That was a good question but you didn't know. "Well actually....I was hoping..." You looked at the Gryffindor table for an excuse. "We could have some of your pumpkin juice? We never get enough at our table. I mean I'm sure we get plenty but it's always empty." You cast a glare at your brother's cronies before looking back at the Gryffindors' confused expressions. Hermione Granger is the one who speaks up. "Get lost,Malfoy." You smirk at her and lean over the table to look at her. "Oh you just wait. You'll get yours, mudblood." You walk away and drop down next to Draco miserably. You feel even more miserable as Blaise Zabini tries to court you. Arranged marriage really does suck. You pretend to be interested and flirt back just to appease the eyes of others. But honestly this is just more ugly behavior. You could care less if he falls for you or not. You want to marry someone who wouldn't leave you to take care of the house alone.

October 1995

Everything was fine between your alternate persona and Neville until September 24th. He came to your spot talking about how you should join some revolution that Harry Potter started. You rejected this idea saying that your parents were way too strict about pureblood supremacy and worked for the Ministry. You told him that you'd surely get in trouble. Every date since that one he'd tried to convince you that you could make a difference in the world. Eventually you told him you were going to act like he never told you about it so he might as well not bring it up. And that's how things were. It was October 4th when the first meeting was held and you only knew that because that was the first time he'd cancelled plans on you.

[chiskz]

CHAN'S ROOM 🐺 EP. 124

REACTION TO RED LIGHTS MV

𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: September 18, 2021 (5 days after Red Lights MV release)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1.5k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Chan couldn't miss the opportunity to embarrass Chichi and Hyunjin... Of course they had to watch the MV together and share some... secret.

trigger warnings: mentions of marking, suggesting suffocation

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"Doesn’t work."

"I'm telling you it works. I'm not doing this for the first time."

"Then why isn't it blinking?"

"What is not blinking?"

"The light in the camera."

"It only blinks when it's charging." Bang Chan ostentatiously sighed and smiled apologetically at the camera, while Chichi sitting behind him on the couch, equally ostentatiously, drank iced coffee from a straw, slurping loudly. Chan just closed his eyes to it ("that kid...").

"Hyunjin must have gotten lost." Chichi took out the phone from the crack in the sofa and unlocked it.

"He’s not lost, he forgot he was coming at all." Chan replied by clicking the computer mouse.

"You forgot yourself." Hyunjin grunted as he opened the door and stepped inside. He had the same iced coffee as Chichi, so now they were both slurping happily.

"Just sit down now." He shook his head like a tired father and clicked something one last time as Hyunjin sat down on the couch next to Chichi. "We can finally start! Episode 124, today’s special episode with Hyunjin-AlwaysLate and Chichi-ICan'tOperateTheCamera."

They both gave him the most appraising look in the history of glances. Chan obviously didn't care and continued.

“A few days ago, the music video for Red Lights was released. Despite heated discussions, many different opinions, despite interesting arguments on both sides, it was decided that-"

"You just made us come here and watch it." Chichi interrupted him and then took a sip of coffee. "We had to really hold back not to watch it the whole time and hold off until live."

"Because STAY asked! Who am I to refuse them?"

Ichi lifted the cup gently like Leonardo di Caprio as a sign that she accepted his explanation. She and Hyunjin waited patiently for a few moments before Chan turned on the video. He leaned back comfortably in his chair and moved back a little, closer to the other two.

"I can't watch it already." Chichi covered her face with a pillow, but Hyunjin took it from her without much problem and threw it behind the couch.

After the first scenes, which include the introduction of Hyunjin, Chan and Chichi with chains, it's time for her first solo scene - Chichi is walking around the table, the boys don't seem to notice her, as if she is invisible to them. She runs her hand across the table as she walks from Hyunjin to Chan. She then sits alone on a huge bed in a dark bedroom and twirls a fork in her hand, taken from the dining room, discreetly in the previous scene. At the words "there's no other way", she breaks it in half like it's not made of metal at all.

Chichi squeals in embarrassment, swinging her legs and hiding her face in hands, to which Hyunjin hits her with the pillow he previously took and threw away from her (well, he recently picked it up). Chan chuckled softly and paused the video.

"What does this fork even mean? Why did you take the fork from us, thief?"

"Yeah, you're repurchasing us the fork!" Hyunjin called out and slapped her one more time, to which she finally uncovered her face.

“So… fork means making a change that will benefit you. So I figured it would make sense to show it since the character I'm playing was having fun with your characters’ love." She worded carefully what she wanted to say. The idol's life has already taught her that under no circumstances can she say anything directly, let alone use mental shortcuts - they can be misunderstood.

Chan nodded with his hand on chin.

“Really well thought out, I like it. But in the end you broke it."

"I broke it in two because there were two of you."

Chan and Hyunjin made loud noises of understanding before the leader turned the video back on. It gets a little livelier with the dance scene, first Hyunjin with Chichi and then Chichi with Chan. At this point, the three of them began to cover themselves and make strange, unidentified noises of shame.

"No, but--!" Chan started awkwardly, but only Hyunjin was able to continue.

"It's just that..." However… No, he fell silent too.

Chichi drank her coffee nervously and swallowed it silently.

“It's just that ... I don't think we've ever danced while being so close. In this way…"

"Which way?!" An embarrassed Hyunjin called out, but the slap Chichi received from him on the knee was certainly not shy.

"In a sexy way!" Chan exclaimed, as if forgetting that he himself had been burning with shame a moment ago.

"I meant sensual!"

"And isn't it the same?" Hyunjin asked, stubbornly digging into the subject.

Bang Chan laughed loudly as he slowly laid his head on the desk. Chichi blushed at that moment as she looked at Hyunjin.

"Human bodies don't always have to be sexy." She only stuttered, to which Chan raised his head and so that the silence would not last too long, he resumed the video.

In the next solo scene, Chichi slowly walks from her bed to the mirror, places her hand slowly on it, and moments later sees a fast-moving shadow in the reflection. She turns her head sharply from the mirror. ("I really wanna know, I've already lost control") Chan pauses the video.

"What was that supposed to be?!" He chuckled as he pulled his beanie cap slightly over his forehead.

"Your roommate." Hyunjin patted his shoulder and Chichi gave a short laugh as she resumed the video herself.

In the final part of the music video, Chichi is tied up with a black, not red, rope during her part and doesn't even try to get out of it - an indication that she has already tried unsuccessfully may be smudged eye makeup. Later, during Chan and Hyunjin's lines, Chichi makes jerky movements in bed, trying to wake up from a nightmare. When she finally succeeds, she walks over to the mirror, damp with sweat. At first glance, everything looks normal until she pushes her long blonde hair back from neck. Then she sees a strong red and most genuine strangling mark ("You know I can't leave you alone"). And this mark caused a real storm of reactions. Chichi howled loudly, almost like crying, Hyunjin covered his mouth silently, and Chan hid his eyes completely under his hat and blindly turned off YouTube, moving further away from the desk. Despite the dramatic reaction, he was the first to come back to life and start reading chat comments, while the other two hadn't even started coming back to life yet.

"What's with this mark, why are you so panicked?" Chan deliberately chose this comment and read it aloud as he looked at his two shy babies. If looks could kill, the look Chan received from Hyunjin would definitely knock him out. Chichi peeked at them from behind her hands, trying to bring herself to previous state.

"So... the thing is..." Hyunjin pressed his lips into a thin line as he listened to her to hold back a laugh. “The thing is… We're professionals, right? So that handprint had to be professional as well.” Chichi thought that once she started talking it would only be easier, unfortunately she was wrong and very much so - but now there was no turning back. “So to make it as realistic as possible, the make-up artist suggested that…”

And here Chichi stopped, covering her mouth with hand. She couldn't explain it, but just remembering that day made her feel strangely warm enough to want to open the window. She felt herself blushing and her heart speed up significantly - with all these symptoms she felt like the heroine of a cheesy teenage romance novel, but she couldn't control it.

“She suggested that Hyunjin should just paint his hand!” Chan called. Hyunjin, guessing what the rest of the explanation would look like, kicked Chan's ankle with all his might, but it didn't stop him, didn't even make him hesitate. "And then he grabbed Chichi's throat with that painted hand..." Chan slowly grabbed his wrist with his fingers imitating Hyunjin's hand and Chichi's throat. “…to get the perfect mark.”

Chichi couldn't utter a word. She was shocked at how easy it was for Chan to tell all this! And without embarrassment, where just a second ago he himself was one big ball of shame! Hyunjin didn't say anything either. He just smiled with the corner of his lips as he looked at the comments - looking at them, not reading them, because it was impossible, considering the speed at which they were appearing now. Without reading a single one, however, he knew that Stayville had gone mad and will be on fire in just few moments.

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taglist: @g4m3girl ♡

[black-arcana]

DISTURBED Performs 'Don't Tell Me' With HALESTORM's LZZY HALE In Sydney, Australia

Video of DISTURBED performing the "Divisive" album track "Don't Tell Me", featuring a guest appearance by HALESTORM's Lzzy Hale, on March 23 at Knotfest Australia in Sydney, Australia can be seen below.

DISTURBED played "Don't Tell Me" with Lzzy for the first time two days earlier at Knotfest Australia in Melbourne. A short time later, DISTURBED singer David Draiman shared a couple of backstage and onstage photos of him with Lzzy and he included the following message: "Thanks so much to @officiallzzyhale of @halestormrocks for absolutely nailing @annwilson 's part in #donttellme last night at @knotfestau".

In January, DISTURBED released the Matt Mahurin-directed music video for "Don't Tell Me". The song, an epic emotionally charged duet with HEART's Ann Wilson, marked the first time the band had included a guest feature on an LP.

Regarding how the collaboration with Wilson came about, DISTURBED drummer Mike Wengren told Terrie Carr of WDHA-FM 105.5 FM: "That was always supposed to be the 'power ballad,' per se. And as we were tracking it in the studio, David just threw out the idea, 'Hey, let's do a duet on this song.' We've tossed around the idea before, but there wasn't ever either the right material or the right time. So in this particular case, we kind of said, 'Well, who you've got in mind?' And he didn't even have a list; he just had one person, and that was Ann. It was a no-brainer. 'Hey, let's hit up Ann. Let's see if she'd be into it.' And she was on board right away; we didn't have to convince her."

Mike continued: "[David and Ann] sort of struck up a bit of a friendship, a little bit of a rapport. When [DISTURBED cover version of] 'The Sound Of Silence' came out years back and had its success, she was one of many artists and celebrities that took it up themselves to go on Twitter and praise the song and praise our version of it, which we couldn't have been more honored. Iconic, legendary Ann Wilson thinks that we did a great job with a SIMON & GARFUNKEL cover. That's pretty incredible, a pretty great honor. So when we reached out to her, she was more than willing to jump on board. And she came in and she killed it… And she's super cool and down to earth too, and just incredibly talented. It's such an honor to have her be on our record. And to me, the blending of her voice and David's voice, they really, really work so well together. I'm so proud of David and just so honored to have her a part of our record."

In September 2022, DISTURBED guitarist Dan Donegan, whose divorce inspired "Don't Tell Me", told Meltdown of Detroit's WRIF radio station about the band's collaboration with Wilson: "Early in our career, we wanted to really establish ourselves without having any guests. We didn't really talk about it much, but just [felt], 'This is the band.' Not that we were ever against it, but this far along in our career… We're always pushing ourselves, trying to do stuff that's different musically. And there's so much talent out there and so many people we would love to do collaborations with now or later in our career.

"Ann Wilson had mentioned before — she tweeted about us before," he continued. "A few years back, somebody asked her in an interview or whatever if there's anything new out there, or newer, musically that she's heard that she's fan of, and she mentioned she really loved our version of 'The Sound Of Silence'. And that kind of opened the door to a social media friendship between her and David a bit. And then when we wrote this song, it just seemed like it would lend itself to Ann's voice and then trying to see that merge between her and David's voices together. She jumped on the opportunity. Immediately she responded, and we were, like, 'Holy shit. She just said yes to this.'"

Asked by Meltdown if "Don't Tell Me" is a more mellow track than the standard DISTURBED fare, Dan said: "I can't give it away, but their voices, it's like Fergie and Jesus — a little 'Step Brothers' [2008 movie] quote there… It was a pretty magical moment to be in the room and to hear the two of them harmonize together.

"We tracked David's vocals in Nashville, and we wanted to make it easy and convenient for her, 'cause we were, like, she said yes, she's gonna do it," Donegan continued. "Let's make it as easy as possible on her.' We flew out to California to meet with her. We went into a studio out there for just a couple of hours, and she sang against David's tracks. And he was there kind of going over the harmonies with her and stuff too. So it was kind of a really magical moment to see the two of them working on those harmonies together. It was pretty impressive. And she's such a pro, and she's so damn good. She's a legend. So it was pretty exciting. And it's not like she sits there and jumps on people's albums either, so we take that as a badge of honor to think that there's not many times where somebody as big a legend as she is that she would jump on any album. She doesn't have to, and she chose to be on this one. And she loves the track. And it just came together great."

Released in November 2022, "Divisive" was recorded earlier that year with producer Drew Fulk (MOTIONLESS IN WHITE, LIL PEEP, HIGHLY SUSPECT) in Nashville, Tennessee.

According to Billboard, "Divisive" sold 26,000 equivalent album units in its first week of release, with 22,000 units via album sales.

On the all-format Billboard 200 chart, "Divisive" debuted at No. 13.

DISTURBED has had five No. 1s on the all-genre chart, beginning with "Believe" in 2002.

[choke-me-joey]

Ch1/Ch2/Ch3

Summary: As Joe's long-term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship over the last 4 years.

Content warning: 18+ so minors are not welcome, real person fiction (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), smut, fluff, angst, probably inaccurate timelines and processes but does anyone really care?, alcohol use, smoking...if I've missed anything please let me know!!

Late September 2018

London

A few days after your first date with Joe, Zoe and you are sitting on your sofa watching a movie, when your phone alerts you to a new message. You reach for it, pausing as you notice Zoe smirking at you.

"Yes?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Is that Joe?"

"It might be," you grab your phone and move so she's unable to read it over your shoulder. "It might not be, why the sudden interest?"

"Just curious, that's all." She shrugs, turning back to the tv with that stupid smirk on her face. You poke her with your blanket covered foot.

"Tell meeeeee!" You put on the whiniest voice possible whilst still poking her. She slaps your foot away, laughing.

"God, you're annoying. How has a loser like you managed to score with a super hot actor?" Zoe teases you, shooting you a wink so you know she's just playing around. "Did you check out his anything he's been in yet?"

You sigh.

"Not yet, no, but I presume as the super annoying and protective best friend you have Googled him within an inch of his life?"

"Duh." She reaches for her laptop on the coffee table and pauses the movie, typing something frantically into her search engine, before turning the screen towards you. "Watch and learn about your new boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," you mumble, taking the laptop from her. A video of all of Joe's scenes in Howard's End begins to play, and when Joe comes onto the screen you can't help the small smile that breaks out across your face. "He's really good..." you mumble and Zoe nods.

"Just keep watching."

It cuts to scene where Joe, or Leonard, is closing the window shutters whilst giving the woman in the scene the most bedroomy eyes. You blush. And also feel a twinge of jealousy, but you quickly push that back. It's just acting for God's sake.

"Ugh, you're disgustingly cute right now. Getting all blushy over Joe's romance scenes. Wishing it was you."

"Shut up," you grin, rolling your eyes and covering your face. She continues to laugh and you flip her off before opening the message from earlier.

'Hey , so I have next Saturday and Sunday completely free if you wanted to do something? I had a really good time the other night x'

'Me too :) next weekend sounds good, what were you thinking?' X

'Well, there's this Dior exhibit on at the V&A if you fancy it? X'

You can't help the stupid smile on your face. Zoe rolls her eyes and resumes the movie, poking you with her foot to pay attention.

'Sounds great! Do you fancy getting lunch too? My treat this time remember x'

'You won't let me pay will you? X'

'Nope x'

'Fine, you win. So let's say Saturday at 11? We can meet outside the V&A and go from there? X'

'It's a date x'

"Oi, if you're more focused on your actor man than the movie I'm gonna turn it off," Zoe smirks from the other end of the sofa. "I can't handle you smiling like that, it's gross."

"Fuck off," you smile back, throwing a pillow at her.

***

A week later, you're stood outside the V&A in the late September sunshine, absorbed in a particularly intense part of a murder podcast as you wait for Joe. Granted, you got there almost half an hour early, but only because you couldn't stand sitting in the flat for much longer, watching the clock tick.

You were definitely nervous.

"And there was me thinking I'd get here early and impress you," a voice says from behind you, making you jump and whirl around, almost knocking an amused Joe over. "Jesus, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." He laughs, grabbing you so you don't fall backwards.

"You twat," you gasp, removing your headphones and laughing as you clutch your chest. "You're lucky I didn't roundhouse you or something, Jesus!" You hug him and he squeezes you back.

"To be honest, I would have loved to have seen that," he smirks, glancing you up and down. "I've got a height advantage."

"You'd be surprised how high I can get my legs when I want to," you laugh, completely missing the innuendo. Joe bursts out laughing and you suddenly want the ground to swallow you. "Noooo!" You wail, your cheeks flushing bright red. "That's not what I meant!"

"Sure, if you say so," he teases as you queue up to get inside.

"Oh my god, shut up." You cover your face, laughing. The two of you must have looked insane, uncontrollably laughing like kids, but neither of you cared. You literally couldn't remember the last time you felt this...happy.

As you walked around the exhibit, one girl recognises Joe and he poses for photos with her and hugs her. You were a bit suprised about how much she seemed to adore him. He hadn't really mentioned this would happen, he had said himself he rarely got recognised.

One of the girl's friends starts looking you up and down and suddenly you feel extremely uncomfortable. You glance nervously at Joe, who is occupied with taking a few more photos.

You walk off, awkwardly trying not to look like you're hanging around as you can still feel the girl's eyes on you.

"It was so nice to meet you!" You hear Joe say, flashing his winning smile and practically turning the girls to jelly. "I really should get going now, enjoy the rest of your day guys!" He bids them goodbye and heads over to join you once again. You can see the girl and her friend looking at you from across the lobby. "Shit, I am so sorry about that."

"It's fine, I mean...it's to be expected right? You're a famous actor after all," you wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

"You're making me sound like some jumped up twat," he laughs, running a hand through his hair. "You handled it really well though."

You shrug, waving it off.

The rest of your trip is uninterrupted thankfully.

You never ran out of things to talk about, discovering that you were both pretty in to fashion, him more along the lines of wearing it, you more along the lines of photographing it. By the time you had walked around the entirety of the exhibit and the rest of the V&A, you were both starving, so you pulled up directions to a pizza place you had read about nearby, and you headed over.

The restaurant was a short walk away, and the sun was still shining as you emerged outside, so you took a slow walk, still chatting away. Joe was incredibly funny; his dry and sometimes downright terrible sense of humour had you constantly cracking up, and apparently it was the same for him with you. We talked about his career, he mentioned he had some release dates coming up soon and premieres to attend, and you embarrassed the shit out of him by saying you'd be the first in line to watch.

You remained extremely close as you walked outside, although Joe had been extremely apologetic about not holding your hand. You completely understood; the fan in the museum had given you death glares for just being within five feet of him, god knows how they'd react to hand holding. You didn't mind, you understood and, in all honesty, you wanted to keep your limbs attached to your body for today, so you weren't going to to risk anything.

"So I hope you're okay with pizza, I figured it was a pretty safe bet," you said, as we approach the restaurant. Joe looks at you, almost looking shocked.

"You're kidding right? Who doesn't like pizza?!"

"Good point," you giggle as he holds the door open for you. "Wow, what a gentleman."

"I know, I'm too good to be true." He jokes, and you laugh, still playing it cool, but mentally you are agreeing with him in embarrassingly enthusiastic screams. You end up ordering a half and half pizza to split. "As much as I am having a really good time today, part of me is completely disgusted with you for only having cheese on your pizza."

"Hey, leave me alone, I'm boring when it comes to pizza, although I won't turn down a slice of pepperoni if the situation occurs." You grin, reach over and taking a piece of said pepperoni from his slice.

"Wow, look out, she's absolutely fucking mental," Joe smirks, playfully slapping your hand away. You succeed in stealing and place the pepperoni in your mouth, chewing it slowly. "You thief."

"Hey, I might be a thief, but at least I didn't order pineapple on my pizza, right?"

"If you did, I would be making up an excuse to leave." Joe winks, actually fucking winks at you, and you can't help but laugh.

"Well, at least I know how to make you disappear." You shoot back, and he smiles, his expression softening.

"I hope you don't use that to your advantage any time soon," he says quietly, his cheeks flushing as he reaches across the table and subtly takes a hold of your hand. "I really like you."

Your turn to blush now.

"I really like you too," you admit. You squeeze his hand gently and your heart is racing a million miles an hour. "Don't worry, I won't scare you off with weird pizza combos just yet."

"Not weird, just plain wrong."

You finish the rest of your meal at a comfortable pace, still never shutting up. When the waiter comes along, you ask for the bill and Joe takes out his wallet. Ypu raise an eyebrow at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Not being a complete and utter prick and offering to split the bill?"

"Joe, I said it was on me, it's fine, I promise. And besides, you accepted this whole not paying thing via text, see?" You wave your phone at him, displaying the text. Joe rolls his eyes and puts his wallet away.

"Wow, I can't believe you used my own text against me." He says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest, but he's smiling.

By the time you leave the restaurant, it's around 7 and it's beginning to get dark. You walk slowly towards the tube station, neither of you wanting the day to end.

"So, um, do you want to get dessert or something?" Joe asks as we reach the entrance to the station. "I could do dessert."

"Dessert sounds good." You laugh. "My wonderful flat mate has gone home for the weekend, so you're welcome to come back to mine. I have a good supply of various ice cream flavours if you wanted to hang out for a bit longer?" Were you being too forward? Is he going to freak out? As soon as the words left your mouth, your brain started chugging out all these scenarios of what could happen next. Fuck, nice one, Y/N, you've really fucked this up, you absolute fucking-

"You may have ice cream but do you have pistachio flavour?" Joe smirks, raising an eyebrow at me. You roll your eyes as if the answer was obvious.

"Please, what kind of person do you take me for? Of course I have pistachio."

"Then I'm there."

***

"I like your place," Joe says as he's stood in your kitchen as you pull out bowls and spoons for ice cream, as well as glasses for wine. He inspects your collection of vintage cameras on your shelf. "It's very you."

"Very me? Are you calling me a camera nerd?"

"Biggest camera nerd I've ever met."

"Aw, that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me," you grin, clutching your chest and swooning sarcastically. "But don't over do it, I might vomit."

"Don't worry, all the cliché romance shit isn't my specialty, you're safe." Joe smirks, and you pretend to wipe your forehead in relief, diving into the freezer and pulling out the container of pistachio ice cream for him, and mint chocolate chip for you. You each dish up your ice cream and you smother your bowl in chocolate sauce. "Chocolate sauce, Y/N? We've only just met." He wiggles his eyebrows at you in a suggestive manner. You roll your eyes, laughing.

"Strictly for eating with ice cream only," you say. "As if I would waste perfectly good chocolate sauce by smearing it all on you." You follow up your teasing with a wink, so he knows you're joking. "And besides, I would come up with a much more creative way to participate in food play."

"Oh? Keep talking," Joe grins, sitting next to you on the sofa. You shove him gently.

"Shh, you."

You eat your ice cream and drink your wine, and you pop on a playlist that softly plays throughout the flat.

"80s music?" Joe grins at you over the rim of his glass as 'Everybody Wants To Rule The World' plays. You shrug unapologetically.

"Say what you want but they made some absolute bangers back then."

"Oh no I totally agree." Joe nods and he grins as 'Head Over Heels' starts up. "Okay okay, I do love this song."

He puts down his bowl and stands up, offering you his hand. You frown in slight confusion, but you're still smiling. "Come on, I very rarely do this sober." Joe laughs and you give in, placing your bowl down next to his and allowing him to pull you up to standing.

Joe pulls you to his chest, and begins slow dancing with you. You grin into his chest, inhaling his scent of cologne, mint and faint cigarettes. Very Joe.

"You know, I think this counts as cliché romance shit," you look up at him, smirking.

"Fuck, I think it does." Joe feigns disappointment, shaking his head.

"It's alright, I won't tell anyone."

"Y/N-" Joe starts and you look him, frowning in slight confusion. "Ah, fuck it." He says before pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. It takes you by surprise and you both stop swaying to the music. He quickly pulls away. "Was...was that okay?"

"Yeah, it just surprised me." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You can do it again if you want."

Joe laughs and kisses you again, this time it's for longer, the taste of pistachio lingering on your lips. He goes to pull away and you tug him back to you, and he lets out a soft hum of appreciation.

His tongue traces along your lips, and you gladly accept, letting you taste each other properly for the first time. He's a fucking good kisser, and it makes you weak in the knees and causes a stir in your belly which you hadn't felt for a long time. You slow down the kissing, and it fizzes out into soft little pecks.

"I meant what I said earlier you know," Joe says softly, resting his forehead against yours. "I really like you."

"I know and I meant it too. I don't just invite any guy up here for ice cream and wine. You're the first actually." You smile as Joe intertwines his fingers with yours.

"Yeah, I don't usually do this much either," Joe admits, referring to the slow dancing. "Fuck, Wes was right. That dickhead."

"Right about what?" You giggle. Joe groans.

"He said I wouldn't be able to not kiss you today. Couldn't help myself though."

He's obviously been talking about you to his best mate. The thought of that makes your tummy flip in the best way.

"I don't mind," you say, looking up at him. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if you did it again."

"Nah, me neither." He grins, before placing his lips on yours once more.