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xavalav · 1 year ago
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officially deactivated my main twitter account rejoice!
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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months ago
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Opposites
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Pairing: Jim Street x shy/quiet!fem!reader (implied Hondo's sister)
Summary: Hondo finds out you're dating someone, but doesn't expect it to be Jim Street, your total opposite.
Warnings: r is referred to as Hondo's sister but I left this pretty vague (could be half-sister or they just grew up really close!), lots of fluff!
Word Count: 1.9k+ words
A/N: I'm still getting a feel for writing Street, so apologies if he's OOC!
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“Ooh, I know that smile!” Hondo says. “Haven’t seen it since high school, though.”
“Leave me alone,” you demand weakly.
“You talk to your new boy toy like that?”
“Yes.”
Hondo shakes his head as he sits beside you. Growing up together taught Hondo all of your tells. While he will be the first to tease you mercilessly, he is fiercely protective, refusing to let anyone else take advantage of your shyness. Your seemingly sudden and unexplained silences have often been taken as weakness; Hondo has been defending your honor for most of your life.
“So, you’ll admit there is a guy?” Hondo continues.
You tilt your head back against the couch, sighing rather than answering.
“Oh, that’s a yes. It’s been a while, has your type changed since high school?”
“You haven’t.”
“You’re not gonna tell me anything, are you?”
“Nope.”
Sighing, Hondo pats your knee before standing. He has to go to work, and you know he will be thinking about you and your “new boy toy” until he gets answers.
“Hondo,” you call softly. “He’s a good guy, okay? And I’ll introduce you as soon as I’m ready.”
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“And listen to you use it against me? Yeah, sounds like tons of fun, bro.”
“Against you? What kinda guy you think I am?” Hondo replies, raising a hand to his chest. “I’m just try’na help you.”
Humming, you hope he knows you aren’t buying his protective big brother act. You and he both know that it’s not an act and he has overprotective tendencies.
“As long as he’s good,” Hondo continues, “I’m alright with it. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet him when you’re feeling up to it.”
You nod, and Hondo waves over his shoulder as he leaves for work. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you text your so-called boy toy to have a good day, but you don’t include a warning that Hondo is in one of his investigative (read: nosy) moods today.
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Walking into SWAT HQ the following morning, you tap Hondo’s wallet against your palm. If you catch him while he’s alone, you’ll tease him about leaving his stuff at home or try to get ransom money, but you doubt that will happen. Hondo is rarely alone, and he seems to enjoy watching you squirm at the attention of his teammates. They’re nice but make you even quieter than usual, which Hondo didn’t think was possible until you visited the first time.
Hicks says your name, smiling as he approaches you. “Hondo’s over by the ring. Good to see you.”
“You too,” you reply quietly.
You hear him before you see him, and your shoulders tense when you hear the number of voices mixing with his. Stopping beside a pillar, you wait until he notices you, unable to interrupt their bickering. Street sees you first, his brows furrowing as he looks you over, ensuring you’re okay. When he sees the wallet in your hand, he rolls his eyes, elbowing Hondo’s side and pointing to you. Street smiles when you tuck the wallet behind your back.
“What’s up?” Hondo asks when he sees you.
“Are you missing something?” you ask, keeping your eyes on him rather than the other men looking at you.
“I don’t think so,” he answers after a moment. “Should I be?”
You shrug, and Street steps back to hide his smile from Hondo.
“What’d you take?” Hondo demands.
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing. Don’t make me take you into an interrogation room in front of all my lovely friends here.”
You take a short breath at the idea, already shy enough just standing before them.
“Hondo,” Street calls. “Lay off, man.”
“When you get your own shy person, you can decide how much teasing is acceptable, kid.”
Street looks back at you, shrugging as if saying, ‘Hey, I tried.’ You know better than anyone that Hondo can’t be reasoned with.
“So, you’re not missing anything?” you repeat.
“No,” Hondo insists.
You nod, pulling his wallet from behind your back. You take some of his cash and a random gift card from it before tossing it to him.
“Hey,” Hondo warns, holding his hand out for the rest.
“You said you weren’t missing anything, so this isn’t any different,” you argue softly.
“She’s got you there, boss,” Luca comments, leaning against the corner of the boxing ring as he watches the interaction. “But can we get back to work now?”
Hondo looks at you with his brows raised and his jaw set, so you smile and slide the cash into your pocket before waving. After you’re out of sight, you shake your arms, desperate for the comfort of solitude after being on display like that.
Behind you, Street says, “You may call the teasing shots, but she owns you. Can’t blame you for letting her get away with so much, though.”
“What does that even mean, man?” Hondo replies.
“Nothing,” Street answers with a smile. “Now, can we keep sparring so I can take your title, old man?”
Hondo stretches his neck to the side, forgetting about you and focusing on defending his title. His misplaced focus keeps him from dwelling on the soft looks between you and Street.
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“You good?” Street asks, laying his hands on your shoulders.
You nod, relaxing under his touch.
“I liked your bad cop act at HQ today. Think you should have taken some more ransom money, but you’re cute when you’re trying to be tough.”
Leaning toward him, you wish there was an easy way to hide from him.
“Sorry.”
“What’d you do today?” you ask.
“Can’t tell you that, it’s classified,” he replies quickly.
“Who’d you do it for?”
“Can’t tell you that, either.”
“Do you like me?”
“Can’t tell you- hey, that actually wasn’t bad.” Street smiles as he hooks his arms over your shoulders, pulling you close in a hug that probably looks uncomfortable but wraps you in safety. “I can tell you that and the answer is yes.”
“Why?” you whisper, looping your arms around him.
Street doesn’t answer, raising a hand to brush over your hair and down your back. You sigh, grateful for quiet moments like this. Street can push you just as hard as Hondo, but the moment he takes it too far or thinks he does, he gets sweet and gentle again, whispering apologies and pressing kisses to your hairline that make you even shyer than the original teasing. You are sure he does it on purpose, but you don't care while receiving his affections.
“Hondo figured out that I’m dating someone,” you tell him, pushing a hand under his jacket to rest against his back.
“How?”
“Apparently I have a smile unique to liking someone.”
“Cute.” You huff, and Street adds, “I’ve never had a brother like Hondo, but it seems to me like he really cares about you and just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy. If you want to tell him, I’m prepared to accept the consequences.”
“I don’t want to tell him. He’ll do it again.”
“Do what?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
Street tightens his arms on you until you grunt. If he really thinks touching you more will make you talk, he hasn’t learned anything.
“Well, just know that whatever you decide to do, I’m with you. And if you need someone to protect you from Hondo’s teasing, I’m pretty good at that.”
“Hicks can make him stop faster.”
“Because Hicks is scary.”
“No, he’s not. Hondo just respects him more.”
“You may be quiet, but you have no regard for maintaining my ego, do you?”
You shake your head against him, smiling as he dips his head to whisper, “Luckily, I like you more than me.”
Tucking your face against him, he chuckles underneath you. You don’t know if he can tell, but when he makes you shy, it’s different than when Hondo does it.
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“I’m heading out,” Street announces, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder.
“Have a nice weekend,” Deacon replies.
“If you have time, our campaign needs us!” Luca calls after him.
“Hard to find time in a busy social schedule like his,” Hondo jokes.
“He’s actually been seeing the same girl for a while,” Luca comments.
“Good for him,” Tan responds.
“I’m right behind him,” Hondo says, closing his locker. “Enjoy your time off.”
As he walks outside, he doesn’t expect to see Street is still there, but what truly surprises him is the sight of Street sitting on his motorcycle, looking up at a woman like she’s the only thing that has ever mattered.
Hondo shakes his head, taking a step toward his car. He stops when he hears a familiar laugh, low and like it’s trying to be hidden. Turning quickly, he calls your name.
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“What are you doing here?” Street asks, pulling you into a hug when he sees you.
“Missed you,” you confess.
Street pulls back, gripping both sides of your waist as he lowers onto his bike, looking up at you. You drop your eyes to his arms, unable to speak with his attention on you like this. Someone yells your name, and you look up without thinking, immediately stiffening when you see Hondo walking toward you.
“Help,” you whisper.
Street stands, nodding at you before he turns to face Hondo.
“Hondo,” he begins.
“Don’t,” Hondo warns, pointing at him while looking at you. “Jim Street, really?”
“Yes,” you answer. “We’ve been dating for a while.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me? Of all the people you could’ve chosen, you got 20-David’s resident playboy. I know you’re shy, but you can do better.”
 “Hondo, stop,” you demand. “That’s not fair.”
Hondo takes a breath, thinking back to the moment he interrupted. That was a side of Street he has never seen.
“Okay,” he says, turning toward Street. “Try to explain it.”
“She is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Street answers. “But forcing her to talk before she’s ready isn’t going to help this.���
Hondo hates to admit it, but Street is right. You’ve clearly been happy, and in the few minutes he’s been watching, he’s gentle with you, at the least.
“You’ll still talk to me when you’re ready?” Hondo asks you.
“No. Not unless you apologize. You’re judging Jim for something he used to do with no evidence that he’s still like that. You changed, and you preach that people can, but you refuse to see it.”
Your shoulders drop as you finish, losing your anger after defending Street.
“You’re right,” Hondo replies. “And I’m sorry, Street. I just-“
“I get it, Hondo, she’s your sister. But I’m not going to hurt her.”
“You better not.”
Hondo walks away, and you sag against Street’s side.
“Sorry,” you tell him.
“Eh, I’m used to him,” Street replies.
“As a sergeant, not an overprotective brother.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Not until I have to. He won’t understand any of it.”
“Just tell him opposites attract.”
“Makes it sound like you think I complete you,” you murmur.
“I think we need to get out of here so I can kiss you until you can’t even say my name,” Street whispers in your ear.
You make a sound that you hope conveys your displeasure with his statement. He takes it as an opportunity to keep teasing instead. He really is your opposite, but that’s what makes you like him.
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enjeolmii · 4 years ago
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talkies by the night - n.nk
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genre: fluff
word count: 1.6k
warnings: cursing but only once, whiny niki, more fluff, also more fluff, that’s about it
a/n: this one’s another repost from my old acc ;)
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you (10:51pm) hey bb :)
you (10:51pm) u busy?
❣︎niki❣︎ (10:51pm) hey sunshine
❣︎niki❣︎ (10:51pm) what’s up?
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dialling ❣︎niki❣︎…
0:00
0:01
0:02
❣︎niki❣︎ “what’s my sunshine up to at this time of the night?”
you “i was trying to finish all of my homework at once so that i’d have nothing more to worry about”
❣︎niki❣︎ “hm”
you “and now im bored” (your lips form a pout, though you knew he wouldn’t be able to see it - you hear him heave a yawn)
you “how about you? you sound tired. is you alright? is you good? let me know”
❣︎niki❣︎ “yeah, i’m fine. it was just a little busier at the dance studio today" (he giggled)
you “yeah?”
❣︎niki❣︎ “mhm”
❣︎niki❣︎ “dang, those kids really got me beat. this one kid kept asking me to watch him do the dab and even tried to teach me the ‘proper way’ of doing it… for, like, my entire break”
you “oh, lord, i hate kids like that”
❣︎niki❣︎ “tell me about it”
you (a laugh escapes through your nose)  “well, i was going to ask you if you wanted to come over and hang out tonight, but i think you should take a good rest for now”
❣︎niki❣︎ “what?”
❣︎niki❣︎ “no, no. i could come over right now if you want. i’m not really that tired, y'know"
you “no, bb. you just said so yourself that you’re tired. you should take a rest. i’ll be fine, hm?”
❣︎niki❣︎ “but i really want to see you" (he brings his lower lip out)
you “we could just open video call if you really want to. you should at least be at bed early tonight”
❣︎niki❣︎ “please, please, please, …” (he whined continuously)
you (a short silence comes as you contemplate slightly) “ugh, fine. but you aren't staying past twelve, alright”
❣︎niki❣︎ “yes!”
❣︎niki❣︎ “i’ll be over in 15. wait for me, sunshine!”
2:48
2:49
the call has ended
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Minutes pass by, and the sound of the doorbell stops you from surfing through movies on Netflix. Rising to your feet, you throw the remote control behind you on the couch and head for the door. You grab the knob and pushed it down to pull the door open. Then, a smile replaces your excited expression, revealing your boyfriend standing with crescent eyes.
"Hi," Niki's smile widens at the sight of you, and you open your arms immediately to engulf him in a warm hug.
"Hey," Taking in the scent of his mild cologne, you smile onto his shoulder.
He then pulls his head away from yours to cup it in his palms within the proximity you had, your arms still wrapped around his cozy body.
"I missed you." He said, squishing your cheeks.
"I missed you more. Come in." You pull away from him with a giddy laugh before dragging him into your house and onto the couch, closing the door behind you. But as you were about to take a seat next to him, you notice him clutching a black plastic bag in his hand. Your gaze diverts from the bag, then to him, and you arch an eyebrow in question.
"I got us a lot of snacks," He raised it to pile out every single one of the various go-to snacks you get from the convenience store whenever you went for a visit. "They're your favorites."
Not one second passed by, and you feel your lips come trembling in the effort to hold back the tears in your eyes, remembering how you told him that you're in dire need of a convenience store trip since your siblings snatched all of yours last week.
"You didn't have to." Your eyes start filling up by the brim, reaching the back of your index to wipe the tears off of your now wet cheeks.
The male slumps further into the sofa, amused at how shallow your standards are for crying. "C'mere,"
He momentarily stands up to grab the blanket that you burrito-ed yourself in earlier before he came, and he opens his arms comfortably for you to cuddle under the blanket.
"Why are crying, hm? It's nothing to cry about, crybaby." Niki whispers into your hair once you've climbed up the sofa to snuggle beside him. He wraps the two of you with the blanket, lightly tapping his hand onto your tear-stained cheeks as your head sinks deeper into the crook of his neck.
"I don't know either." You both snicker.
With the remote control stuck in the boy's grip, you unsuccessfully attempt to get your hands on the black gear when he abruptly presses through the several rows of horror movies. Niki knows very well how much you despise this kind of stuff, especially at night. You always argued with him that even though he was there to stay with you throughout the movie, it wasn't like he would be there for you the rest of the night.
He hoists the remote control higher in the air as he stands up, his other arm stretching to block you from reaching it. A grunt leaves your lips when you try to jump up from the sofa towards his hand, flying across the air to tackle him down onto the floor.
With a smirk on your face, your hands immediately lunge for the sides of his torso and the base of his neck, playfully brushing your fingers against his skin to tickle him amidst all his giggly squirms.
"Give- me- the remote-" You tickle him mercilessly, and he tries to turn you around to compete you to the floor.
"Nope." One push was all it took to have your back against the ground and your boyfriend kneeling beside your body. It's become your turn to get tickled, and you weren't prepared for it.
In between jagged giggles and desperate attempts to break free from the beast, you fail miserably to shut off his strategies. Your tensed-up muscles start to feel exhausted and it didn't take you long enough to give in to his disposition.
"Okay, okay. Stop," You breathlessly plead, and he detaches his hands from you, alleviated, getting back on his feet before reaching a hand out to help you get up. "You just never let me win these games, do you?" You sigh.
You take his hand and hurl yourself up with his help. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you walk back to the couch, dragging your shaky feet across the floor, only to collapse back into the cushions.
"It's okay. I'll let you win next time." He tugs you back into his arms under the blanket.
Through the decks of choices of horror movies you have searched through, you somehow convinced him to choose one that's a little more benign for the night. It didn't help him that seeing you, after such a long day at the dance studio, emphasized how beautiful and comforting you are to him. With that thought running perfectly in his mind, he gulps down and tears his stare away from you.
With his thumbs dancing across the right buttons of the gear, the pair of you finally find the one that you had set in stone, though you still had little doubts about your choices.
The movie began and it was already causing tiny bumps to appear on your arms. The main character was roaming alone in the dark of the corridors, finding a strange, eerie letter lying at the end of the hall.
The lights turned off everywhere in your house only added to the anxiety building up in your body, so you try scooting closer to Niki, which seemed to be impossible now that you see how you're already shouldering his chest.
Your actions caught the male in a string of silent laughter. You could tell he was trying to hide it from you, though, and you shoot daggers in his direction when you felt the vibrations on your shoulder.
Halfway into the movie, you got immersed in the thrill. Munching on the bag of your favorite snacks, it actually wasn't as scary as you had thought initially, the jump scares much milder than you had expected. Yet the unsettling feeling of never knowing what could happen still lingers in you, and quite oddly, the situation scares you more rather than the ghosts themselves. A little strange for someone as weak-hearted as you, but it seems to fit right perfectly to your tast-
You were torn away from your train of thoughts by a heavy feeling on your shoulder. With a startled jolt, you see your boyfriend leaning on your shoulder with his eyes shut asleep. You bring your hand to your chest, relieved at the sight of him instead of the creepy monster from the movie out to get you.
His head lies against you, the proximity so close that you could count every strand of eyelashes that he had. You took the opportunity to stare deep into his elegance. He was almost like an angel offered to you shining from the heavens with those good looks, and you all but feel the butterflies erupt from your stomach - just like when he confessed to you at that practice room a year ago.
"If only you didn't look so gorgeous like that, I would have punched you in the face for passing out on me right now." You quietly mumbled at his resting state, a sigh leaving your lips as you go back to munching chips and watching the movie with a shaking head.
When you return into a trance of spewing curses, a light smile forms at the corner of his lips, feeling indebted for having a girlfriend as cool as you.
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greatteachergojou · 3 years ago
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JJK chapter 148 thoughts
kinda forgot about this review draft i made for ch.148 (also cuz i’m really busy with uni) so i’m getting this out here now before i read ch. 149 (review for ch. 149 will be posted later today. or so i hope.)
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Look at this absolute misogynistic asshole questioning and demanding answers from her like she’s some item that belongs to him. It’s none of your friggin business, Naoya.
I should be more prepared to become infuriated any time he opens his mouths but damn, it pisses me off so much yet again. Thanks for that panel showing him bullying Maki, Gege. Really helps with my mood and all (i’m not even over the last chapter yet, dammit).
Maki didn’t let this environment break her but I can see why Touji became the way he was. Not everyone comes out of this shithole unscathed. And not everyone can muster the strength to fight against this.
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Again, love their bond. Megumi is a kind kid. They have each others back. LOVE THAT.
As expected, Megumi has zero interest in getting involved with the Zenin clan. He’s a Fushiguro. And he doesn’t care about the position of power as the clan head. He just wants to save the people he wants to save.
And I love how rational Maki goes about this. She wants to become clan head by earning the title rightfully and getting acknowledged (although I kinda doubt the folks in the clan would ever truly acknowledge her because they’ve got their heads too far up their own asses).
She wants real change, not only for her but also for Mai. And I can’t believe I never recognized that she left the clan not only for herself but also for Mai’s sake. Dammit, why can’t you two sit down and talk to each other properly. They’re acting all hard and stubborn on the outside but actually care so much about each other.
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Damn, that hurt a lot. Even if you’d think she doesn’t have any feelings left for her family (exept Mai), we can see by her expression that it still hurts. It’s one of the most hurtful feelings for a child to be told by their parents that they regret giving birth to them (and they don’t have any right to say that. your child didn’t ask to be born into this shit family.)
The Zenin clan somehow manages to surprise me again by how disgusting they are. I made the mistake of expecting some sorts of caring words (yeah i feel stupid) coming from her mother because I somehow thought 'at least there should be someone in that family who has a heart, right?’ (I mean, look at Kamo’s mom. She was kind.) - But haha, nope, not happening with the Zenins. They’re the worst of the worst.
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Hahaha, I’ll take all the Naoya slander, even if it’s coming from the Zenins. Naoya is too full of himself.
(Pretty sure Gojo and him have crossed path before since they’re important clan members. I’d like to see that. Knowing Gojo, he’d roast him so hard. And just roast the Zenins geezers in general whenever he can. Plz gimme that, Gege.)
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Little do they know that the king of curses also has a very good, although on-sided, relationship with Megumi. (Speaking of which, I’d say Kamo Noritoshi’s relationship is also one-sided xD)
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There’s already everything wrong with them actually believing that ones trustworthiness and reputation has anything to do with their child’s power. Leave it to the Zenins to place all the blame on their child instead of acknowledging that it is indeed themself who suck.
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Are the other Zenin’s even allowed to acces the storage without the head’s permission? I guess it just goes to proof again that they don’t really care about Megumi legally being the head of their clan. They just won’t abide by that. Megumi is the head but it probably doesn’t mean that much if the other leaders in the clan don’t want to acknowledge that.
He had everything planned out and set up, waiting for her in the storage room, with no weapons to use for Maki, knowing fully well that she has great mastery in handling weapons - such absolute and relentless murderous intend. And also, leaving Mai alive only because she could be used as a bargaining chip? Are you fucking serious? I have to ask again, just how can a parent be so damn cruel? They are really just competing about who’s the worst scum, huh?
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That old fart really shed a tear - not because he mortally wounded his own daugthers but because he’s feeling oh so sorry for his sorry pathetic self. And of course it’s never his fault but it’s all his daugthers fault.
Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry after reading a chapter, or sweared as much (and i’ve been holding back actually...). I can’t with the Zenins. What the fuck is this family.
Anyways, I’m not that worried? Maki just survived Jogo so there’s no way she’ll die here. Part of me is hoping for Yuta (or Inumaki?) to back her up but I really want it to be her who ends up beating the shit out of all of them. It should be her own triumph over the clan. Hoping for Maki and Mai combo (somehow, maybe? i don’t care how. just make it happen Gege)
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Interlude — The Arrival of the Goddess
Times change, and with it, so do the gods.
“To try to make amends—“
It wasn’t ‘her’ that had done that. She understood that much.
But what ‘she’ did affected her as much as any other. Remembering the face of a man that wasn’t him, she overdid her job — and faced the cost for such foolishness.
There was something in the murky haze she spotted — something to support and grow.
She couldn’t walk back ‘her’ actions, but she could step forward and rebuild.
“I’m done with you! I never want to see you again!”
…Aah.
She found herself moving ‘home.’ Even if ‘home’ is more of a concept, to her.
She had ‘territory’ not far from here. Surely.
“…That was…”
‘Her.’
A ‘her’ that did something foolish. Repeatedly. Fear of family being hurt had undercut her ability to reason — had led to what appeared to now be her expulsion.
“…That’s what I’d get, being a minor goddess. Easier to kick me out.”
…Yet, that bitterness now felt hollowed. Certainly, there remained anger brewing — that she’d been tossed over the edge, despite doing it with good intentions.
“And more than that, these pantheons aren’t immune to cheating bastards. It’s more prevalent then ever.”
A man who wouldn’t stop wailing.
It was a horrible, cursed sound.
For his sins, she cursed his soul. She would not stop cursing him.
The wailing, she felt, was soulless. Irritated her. Enraged her.
She couldn’t forget that obnoxious cry.
Yet she couldn’t even blame that woman. Idealistic though Quetzacoatl was, she wasn’t the sort to be fooled so easily. More than that, she had failed many times over to understand where the pursuit should end.
…And yet, that wasn’t her.
That was ‘her.’ A copy, summoned and descended. A different ‘Tlazolteotl.’
…One tossed away all the same.
“…”
…Certainly, where she stood — at some ‘brink,’ a temple in a ‘somewhere’ no longer on Earth — she found herself remorseful.
Angry; enraged, even; but more than that, sorrowful.
…That was ‘her’ fault, ultimately. And that wouldn’t change.
“…And she’s too stubborn to go back on her word so easy.”
‘…As she should be.’
…Even with what had just happened, she had to commend Quetzalcoatl. The stubbornness she possessed made adultery impossible for her — nor forgiving those who tried.
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“…Now what?”
…The sunset stop the ‘temple’ was beautiful. She took a seat, and gazed upon it, as steam began to rise.
Quetzalcoatl wasn’t unreasonable, but that was still ‘her.’ And Quetz was rarely one to exaggerate in her wording, even if angry.
She knew Quetzalcoatl well enough to know that. She was her sister.
…The rock that composed the temple… Despite all this time, it still scratched at her feet when she moved about. Her gaze moved from the sun to the ground she stood on — steam now surrounded it, but the basics now stayed the same.
…The people who made this temple, back then — piece, upon piece, to connect with the gods, to find forgiveness and partake in rituals to appease them.
‘Arrogant, the lot of them’ — those gods, who took the mantle of humanity’s saviours and protectors. Her sister felt as though she were the only one who hadn’t grown too used to their power — watching that god commit the very same sins she so furiously raged against only convinced her further, even as she levied curse after curse upon the wailing man.
“Please..! I didn’t..! I didn’t think, and..!”
…What was it with these Mayan gods and crying like fools?
That man — Chocl — was a fool.
He comes to her hoping for forgiveness for the most grave act of all.
A human was one thing. They were flawed; made mistakes; could recover.
But a god was above that. They had to be above that — they were the paragons Tlazolteotl was trying to help the people look up to.
To help the people become like them.
And the insult of approaching her now, failing the one task they were given, desperately wishing for her to bail him out for something he had no excuse for—
And the insult of approaching her now, a goddess of a pantheon that ran side-by-side with his, to beg for forgiveness that he had by no means earned. For the insult of a Mayan god approaching an Aztec goddess, for forgiveness she only offered humans.
“…You’re a damnable fool.”
The man looked upon her, his eyes widened with the sort of fear she almost loved to see. The fear of an adulterer facing their crimes — an adulterer she grew to respect, a higher-up, that she was now in charge of punishing.
He was better than this.
And he began to cry, yet again, in regret.
—Disgusting.
A disgusting man allowed himself into the pantheon, and made a fool of them all.
She raised her hand, forced it towards the weeping man — riddling his form, cursing him to weep, silently, as long as it would take to make up for such a foolish sin. As long as it would take to mend the heart of the brother whose wife he slept with, and loved.
…She would never allow the crying of a foolish adulterer to disgrace the pantheon ever again. Surely — she swore.
She would never place trust in these gods. Never again.
…And yet, here she was.
Viewing the people around her family so lowly, recalling that incident where even a god fell to those vices, she went overboard.
“…Damn you, me.”
…Another look down to the temple.
…People would repent here for their actions. She could even recall raising her curses on some she disavowed in similar locations.
The higher gods oversaw her actions, judged her every move, yet she still arrived to deliver that safety from the curse.
“…You appear to be in a pinch, Tlazolteotl.”
A familiar voice, behind her. The goddess of filth turned herself around slowly, facing another goddess.
A familiar, older woman. A blue band of woven fabric covered her chest, paired with a carefully-made silver and blue skirt, landing at her knees. Golden necklaces adorned her neck — golden cuffs on her lower arms.
“…Coatlicue.”
“My, you haven’t made an enemy again, have you?”
Coatlicue placed a hand to her cheek, her spare hand still at her side. Her icy blue eyes stared daggers into the opposing goddess; without hostility, only a kind curiosity.
“…It was a ‘me.’ After the previous incidents, I had been too cautious. Had gone overboard — harmed Quetzalcoatl, and her husband.”
“…Hmmm… A conundrum indeed, isn’t it?”
The woman sighed, and took a seat on the temple roof’s floor — steadying herself with a hand, resting the other on the ground.
“…Putting it lightly, yes. Damnit… I highly doubt I could even show my face around here for a while.”
“…Well… Moping about won’t help you.”
“I just got off the news. Forgive me for being a bit lost.”
…Tlazolteotl took a seat before Coatlicue, and breathed out a long sigh.
“…What do I do? That thickheaded sister of mine… I doubt she was exaggerating. Gods, she should at least know where I’m coming from, but…”
“Your intentions mean nothing when the result is hurting me!”
“…Damnit, couldn’t she have..?! Why did I..?!”
…The goddess of filth, perhaps from all the moisture in the air, didn’t notice she was crying — the goddess across from her only waited for a few seconds longer.
“…She prefers kindness, does she not? Kindness and heroics.”
…But Coatlicue’s words caused the woman’s eyes to shoot up.
“…You know as well as I do I can’t do that.”
“…I think you can, Tlazolteotl. There is more than just ‘her’ story — surely, you can find a different Master to help.”
The woman smiled, leaned back, as Tlazolteotl furrowed her brow.
“That’s impossible! Summoning a god is already next to impossible, and—“
“—It happened with Quetzalcoatl, one of the strongest of us. You are nowhere near her strength, no offence to you.”
…A period of silence befell the two, as the sun descended further. The darkness of night slowly overtook the atmosphere — the light atop the temple fading away.
“…How do I know I will find a Master the way she had? A Master as good as hers?”
…At this, the goddess only smiled.
“In time, you will find it. Time is far more subjective to us, my dear. I’m sure that you can redeem yourself before your sister’s return.”
“…”
“…Have some faith in humanity. Chocl may have broken the pedestal you placed those of us on — but not all have done as he has. I trust you have learned that the hard way.”
“…I’ll… try.”
The goddess faded, leaving Tlazolteotl alone.
“…That crying.”
…The woman furrowed her brow; and covered her ears.
It was raining again; wasn’t it?
“…Damn you, Chocl. In my foolishness to prevent another you… ‘I’ have landed myself here. Damn you.”
…And yet — a Master.
Someone she could try to help. Someone she could try to cooperate with to mend what she had broken.
…A possible…
“…What sort of Master would I want..?”
…The woman got to thinking. Surely, someone she could get to listen to her — but someone who wouldn’t indulge in vices. Someone who wouldn’t toss her in the field and kill her, and someone she did not have to curse.
“…Someone… normal.”
…In the Chaldea summoning room, a ruckus had commenced.
“—Y’know, that hurt like hell! Thank god I’m all gooey and all.”
At one end of the room, the haughty goddess of justice, Astraea — gazing at the other end of the room, containing a widely-grinning Ritsuka who had reformed into their orange-haired visage after being squished against a wall.
“You ought’a be careful with your tosses, Astraea! You might activate the summoning stuff.”
“Can it, Ritsuka. After thieving that cake from the Chaldea fridge, I won’t leave without justice being served!”
“—Really?! That’s what you took issue with?!”
The two went back and forth, as I slipped in — checking the camera feeds, I knocked on the Chaldea door before just walking in, just in time to see Astraea politely wave to me before running towards the other Master.
“I see it’s business as usual over here.”
“Yep—! Just your average throwing sessiOOHHOHOHO”—
—I had to quickly run backwards before Ritsuka crashed into me, as he instead crashed into something far worse in hindsight.
The summoning controls.
“…”
“…”
“Why did they make the ‘summon button’ this easy to accidentally press?”
“…Fucking mages.”
“Yeah, blame them. Not, uh, me.”
—And in a moment—
…Suddenly, the goddess felt a tug.
The tug originated from ‘somewhere.’ A ‘somewhere’ beyond her reach.
This was not what she knew — this was not what the Caster of her knew.
This was something else.
And yet, the odd still held curiosity to her — as the stone temple she stood on, illuminated by the morning sun, now suddenly became an all-encompassing vortex.
…Something this strange — surely, the way to regaining favour, restoring her sister’s faith in her, restoring her faith in others lay here.
If restoring the faith of her family required helping another — she would have to try.
She would most certainly be dead if she did not.
“…Here goes.”
In a moment, the summoning room was filled with steam.
Astraea, myself, and Ritsuka had to spend the first few second hacking our lungs out — coughing from the sudden increase of moisture, as the technology threatened to fizzle out under the less-than-amicable environment.
But among the haze, the figure of a beautiful woman, with piercing green eyes and a gaze that may even put Kiara to shame.
“…It appears I have been summoned, at last. I suppose this is my chance at setting things right.”
…The haze cleared, slightly. A woman clad in black and red, who approached Ritsuka — looked them up and down, and then moved to me.
Her eyes looked through me, as though dissecting me with her mind — taking in every feature, before leaning in with a mischievous grin.
“…Hm… Perhaps I may like this more than I thought. I am Tlazolteotl, the goddess of steam baths, among other things. I’ll be in your care, Master~ ♡”
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saltlampsasuke · 4 years ago
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Unfortunately, You Are Experiencing Symptoms of Falling in Love: Part 7
Having your long-term boyfriend cheat on you is pretty bad, but you're lucky enough to have a rich, pro-hero best friend who lets you move in with him until you get a new apartment. Except lockdown happens. And you can't look for a new apartment anymore, and you can't go anywhere anymore, and neither can your best friend, and you think you might be falling a little bit in love with him. Or maybe you've been in love with him all along.
The story of how it takes a nationwide lockdown for you and Bakugou Katsuki to finally get together, part 7!
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I'm back with an update (in less than a month no less)! I wrote this all in one night and stayed up rather late because I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope that comes across in the work. Also, I wrote out a really detailed outline which helped me really get working as well. According the the outline, there should be around 7 chapters left, so I updated the work to reflect that. Of course that may change, but I will be sure to keep you all updated! This chapter might actually be my favorite I've written so far, and it does move the feelings along a bit, so please enjoy!
You had to admit, a part of you was more than a bit nervous about the prospect of spending the next weeks, or months maybe even (though hopefully not) with your best friend. Though he had always been nothing but kind and patient with you, a clear contrast to his treatment of almost everyone else, perhaps the constant exposure to you would irritate him and he would grow tired of you. Of course, you did have to give him credit. The past Katsuki might not have even let you into his house in the first place. And though he didn’t ever say it out loud, you knew he cared enough about you to at least not say anything if he grew bored or irritated.
Still, while you had originally been thrilled at the prospect of having less work and more time to relax, something you hadn’t had in a while, only one week in and you were growing bored already. It was odd to not be doing anything, even though not doing anything was actually the best thing you could be doing at the moment. Sure, Katsuki had set up a small workbench for you in your room so that you could tinker with things, but without access to the serious machinery you were used to constantly having available, you could only do so much. You were beginning to wonder if Katsuki would let you take apart all of his highly expensive watches so that you could reassemble them into a magnificent, one-of-a-kind watch. Instead, you found yourself in his ridiculously stocked kitchen making herbed focaccia so that you could feel like you were contributing in some way.
And honestly, it was pretty fun. Baking was sort of like making gear in a way, you assembled the parts and if it turned out wrong you were in trouble. Of course, if it turned out right you ended up with something pretty great. Depending on the results of your first real foray into the kitchen during your time in Katsuki’s apartment, you might just end up doing this more often.
Of course, besides the prospect of delicious bread, you had one other thing to enjoy as a result of your baking. The design of the apartment made it so that the kitchen island had a direct view to the workout room if you faced the right direction, and since for some reason Katsuki never bothered to close the door, while baking you had a complete view of him as he worked to stay in top shape. Honestly, it was like he was showing off or something. Not that you knew all that much about his workout routine, especially from a distance, but the amount and size of the weights he was using was truly mind-boggling. You had to give it to him, he was really in shape. You could see why he was consistently ranked among the top most attractive heroes.
Not that you were thinking about him like that, of course. It’s just that as his support technician, you needed to be aware of his body and its capabilities in order to design the best and most effective gear. And honestly, he couldn’t be leaving the door more open than it already was. And you had started making the bread first. Seriously, this was on him. His timing was weird. He was weird. He was… walking over to you?
Katsuki walked into the kitchen before you could really shake your previous unruly thoughts out of your mind and leaned over on the other side of the island. He was away from you but not quite far enough, arms flexing lightly as he grinned at you. He was wearing one of those black tank tops that he used to wear all the time back in high school, and you watched nervously as a bead of sweat rolled down the top of his torso to disappear between his pecs. You were almost scared to look at his face, but you forced yourself to meet his steady gaze. His grin widened wolfishly.
“Trying to take over my kitchen already, princess? You’re out of work for only a week and already you start going all housewife on me,” he says with snark, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Don’t make me move out on you, Katsuki, it’s not my fault I’m this bored. I can always go live in the workshop and tinker with gear to my heart’s content if I’m really bothering you that much,” you spoke back to him with equal teasing bite.
“But think of how lonely I’d get! Always nagging me about how I need to be more social yet threatening to leave me all by myself for who knows how long? I’m liable to go back to yelling at everyone I meet if you do that.” You laugh, and set your dough in the pan.
“At least you can admit to your past faults. Besides, I don’t think I could handle living by myself and being alone all day. No matter how much you bother me, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” Katsuki’s eyes flashed at your declaration, and he bounded excitedly over to you.
“Is that a challenge, princess? Because you know I always win whenever I set my mind to a goal,” he said grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder with ease. You wiggled and hit his back, but to no avail.
“Put me down, you lout! I need to put the bread in the oven!” you complained, but he paid you no mind, instead throwing you down on his couch with a laugh.
“There you go, down, just like you asked.” You shook your head, moving to get up, but Katsuki grabbed your leg. “If you’re bored enough to make bread, why don’t we watch a movie or something? I’ll be honest with you since you can’t go and tell anyone else; I’m just as bored as you are. I’d kill to be out on patrol right now. Hell, I’d even file the paperwork after.”
That’s how you know he’s serious. You’ve worked with Katsuki long enough to know (to the eternal irritation of his secretaries) that he never fills out any paperwork unless absolutely necessary. So if he’s bored enough to do paperwork, he must be bored out of his mind. Of course, being in the same boat yourself, you can’t exactly make fun of him. And a movie might be nice.
“I guess we could do something, but I really do want to finish the bread first. You aren’t the only person in the apartment who can use an oven, you know,” you replied.
“I would hope not, since we’ll both be eating that and I’m not about to eat some shitty bread,” said Katsuki. “I pay for this apartment. Don’t waste my ingredients.”
“Like you would let me leave this apartment, no matter how much shitty bread I make. But I’ll admit that you were right, I am baking because I’m bored, just as much as you,” you disclosed reluctantly, not wanting him to think that you were unsatisfied with the apartment or his company when it was really nothing but the opposite.
“I’m always right, princess. You should know that by now at least.” He grinned, restraining you more tightly. The black tank top was really doing nothing to keep you from feeling the contours of his muscles. He was strong, no doubt about it. If he really wanted, he could keep you trapped here against him for as long as he wanted. Not that he ever would. Perhaps the only thing equal to his strength was his kindness, though he would kill you if he ever caught you thinking anything along those lines. You kept getting drawn into all these weird thoughts all of a sudden! His fault, of course, for being so clingy.
“What you are is sweaty, you lout! Go take a shower or something and stop making me all gross and sweaty just like you,” you fired back, to his amusement.
“Alright, alright, fair point. Guess I could use a shower. But seriously, do something with me. I feel like I’m going crazy here!” he whined. You had to sympathize with him. And you could have much worse company.
“Ok, we can do whatever, your pick, as long as you let me make this damn bread first. I’m not about to let you spoil all my hard work!” Katsuki let you go, nodding.
“Fair enough, I can take that shower you were bitching about while you finish up. But if I really get to pick we’re not just going to watch some dumb movie. You and I are going to swim in the pool. If I spent all this damn money on the shitty thing and never use it I’m going to be pissed.” You agreed happily. You had wanted to use the pool for a while, but you had never quite taken up the opportunity. You rushed back to the kitchen to finish your bread and put it in the oven.
Katsuki was done with his shower while there was about ten minutes left on the timer for the bread. He offered to keep an eye on it while you grabbed your swimsuit, which was just fine with you. At the very least, if the bread turned out horrible you could blame him at least a little. You rummaged through your drawers for your swimsuits, trying to think of the last time you had gone swimming. It was a while ago; Takumi had never really liked the water and so you never really went, seeing as all your free time was spent with him. Did you even have a swimsuit anymore? No way, you had to have a swimsuit, right? Right?
By the time the timer went off in the kitchen, you had accepted the fact that you just didn’t own a swimsuit, and would have to disappoint your friend. You moved slowly to the kitchen.
“Damn, well if you don’t look like someone ran over your childhood pet!” You shook your head sadly.
“I don’t have a swimsuit, Katsuki,” you said. He almost seemed to glare at you, bewildered.
“What do you mean you don’t have a swimsuit? Everyone has a swimsuit,” he asked in confusion.
“Not me. I just don’t have one. I’m really sorry, but it looks like I can’t go swimming with you tonight.” You felt awful. He had seemed genuinely excited to finally show you the swimming pool, and you had ruined his plan.
“Dumbass, just borrow mine. You’ll be fine.”
“I can’t just wear swimming trunks, Katsuki, are you insane?” He quickly cut you off.
“Calm down, you can just wear a pair of trunks and an old shirt, you’re overthinking things by a mile. Who’s going to see you? It’s just me.” That’s right. It’s just Katsuki. He doesn’t give a crap what you wear. You nod your assent weakly, and he quickly grabs you what he said he would.
You change in your room, pulling the drawstrings of the trunks tight to secure it. Even though the shirt was fresh, it still smelled a bit like him, all warm and smoky and comforting. You stepped out of the room, only to see him missing. He had likely headed up to the pool and you decided to join him.
Your guess had been correct, he was already submerged in the pool. The sun had sunk while you finished the bread, and faint stars glimmered through the windows while the moon shone down, reflecting off of the faintly rippling waters. Katsuki sat against the wall, and grinned brightly at you.
“See, what did I tell you? You look fine.” You looked more than fine to him. Seeing you wearing his clothes made him feel oddly warm, despite the slight coolness of the pool. As you carefully descended the steps, the hem of the shirt soaked up water quickly, clinging to the curves of your body in a way that was almost more revealing than it would have been if you had simply foregone the shirt. He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help himself. You just looked too good in the moonlight, wearing his clothes like you had on the very day you arrived. He was feeling that weird pull in his chest again. Either he should never lend you anything ever again, or he should only ever let you wear his clothes again. He could definitely pay the people who did the laundry to “accidentally” burn all of your clothes. Yeah, that was a weird thing to think about. He wouldn’t ever want to force you to do anything. If you wore his clothes, he wanted it to be of your own free will.
The two of you swam mostly in silence under the half moon, but neither of you minded. The presence of the other was all that you needed, and when you finally went to be, you both felt recharged, and deeply grateful for the other’s presence right now.
That night, you feel asleep rather quickly. Katsuki, however, fell asleep less easily. Though he felt well at ease, for some reason, he kept getting distracted by thoughts of you. Remembering that you were only one room away finally helped him sleep, and when he finally did, you were in all his dreams as well.
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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago
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immj2 05 + 07.12.20 lbs
05.12.20
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“tum saari property mere naam karoge.”
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BITCH WHAT NOW???????????
V like dadiiiiiiiiiii ko dhokaaaaaaaa?!!!!?!?!?! oh ho, lagta hai pair chhoote chhoote V ko asli waale feels aa gaye dadi ke liye, free of charge!
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THIS MAN AND HIS FACE NEED TO BE STOPPED SO HELP ME GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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also what else that tongue do (other than throw constant taane to guilt a bitch) baby boy mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm 😏😏😏
riddhima thinking ki property meaning khatra and she can’t allow it to stay on dadi, she has to take it on herself, so that if kabir tries hurting anyone, it’ll be her.
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this one’s paar ki nazar has recognized that train of thought, i think.
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she’s like think whatever you want idgaf, just do whatever the fuck i say or else. and don’t even think of charging me an extra paisa. jaake bhaanda phodna hai toh phod lo, phir you won’t get your remaining 4.5 cr. DAMN GIRL, WHERE THIS SHAATIR TAKE-CHARGE SIDE OF YOURS BEEN ALL THIS TIME???????/
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hubs thinking same thing. he’s never been more turned on by her as when she’s using maximum brain.
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“kya hai?????? aise taad kyun rahe ho?????????”
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“taadna ekdum free of cost hai. only for your pretty face!” I HATE HIM.
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LOVE THIS TROPE. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.
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face change from smiley eyes to shaatir eyes, as he contemplates the facts before him. unf, the things it does to me to see him emote.
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lijiye, iss show ke Idiot Brothers. and their plans to prove it’s not vansh and to get riddhima thrown out. i’ll pass.
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but this one’s face tho. cutest. 
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same, aryan. mera bhi yehiiiii reaction hai. taareeef karoon kya uskiiiii, jissne, tumhe banaaya!
some rando has come and is like hi, i’m your new lawyer; your old one appointed me before he left. no doubt he’s been sent by kabir.
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V’s face: chutiya samajh rakha hai kya???? that’s not how this shit works.
v is like you’re here about my will and lmao riddhima’s all happy thinking oh vihaan has started my work already. SIS TILL NOW WHAT HAS HE DONE ACC TO YOUR PLAN? TELL ME ONE (1) THING THAT HE’S DONE LIKE YOU SAID.
yadda yadda yadda lawyer is like the property cannot be transferred for a few months. because Reasons. sure. sounds legit.
kabir is ecstatic. needs to learn to hide his MWAHAHAHAHAHA MERA CHAAL KAAM KAR GAYA FACE better if he wants to win at this game. he’s up against poker face all india/tellywood champion.
fb to kabir bribe/threatening lawyer. zero surprise.
V telling dadi idc about all this, meri asli daulat toh aap hai. lmao he really just does not give the other grandkids a chance to be #1 in dadi’s books.
ishani is pakka sure this is vansh bhai itselfffffffffff. and lmao angre’s suspicious face. they’re legit like:
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V trying to negotiate salary increase (10% per month!!!!!!!!) and riddhima’s like bhakkkkkkk, sabzi mandi laga rakhi hai kya maine? yeh faltu ki bargaining nahi chalegi yahaan, jo karna hai karlo.
ishani’s back with bhai’s favvvvvvvvv chocolate cake and.... OH NO HE WAS SO FUCKING RUDE TO HERRRRRRRRRRRRR. riddhima ko sabak sikhaane ke liye ishani ko kyun sunaaaa rahe hoooo!?!?!?!!?
anyway riddhima tried to sametofy that raita by apologizing to ishani and.......... that went as well as expected.
kabir and aryan watching and lootofying mazze.
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lmaooooo aryan tubelight ko situation samajh hi nahi aaya and kabir is just like
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lmao have you seen a more pitying look????
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angsty piano playing time.
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lmaooooooooo she’s like “jahaan vansh banna tha, wahaan bann nahi paaye, yahaan yeh karke kya kya fayyda hai?” which......... troo. i really like this give-no-fucks version of riddhima who says what’s on her mind, instead of just doing lengthy internal monologues of stupidity. 
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as,kjdlkasjd;lksjd;lkjsa;ldkjsa;lk she’s like vansh never yelled at anyone if it wasn’t a big deal. to which V is reacting just the way i am rn.......
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‘lmao reallllllllly??? i don’t remember it like that.’
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more lecture and yeah, i relate to him.
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ishani over here crying to angre about bachpan se leke aaj tak vansh bhai ne kabhi nahi daanta. which again i’m like?????????? i have literally only seen V1.0 yelling at ishani for some bs or the other. literally never has he shown her any pyaar; the most he’s ever mellowed at her was when he gruffly told her sunny’s “truth” and made her understand that the wedding with angre would be good for her. nostalgia comes with some reallllll rose tinted glasses huh, ki everyone’s whitewashing asshole!vansh this way.
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soft ship gently chugging along!
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anyway angre has a plan and ishani like so help me god imma murder this fucker if he’s not vansh. there’s my girl!!!!!
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this one is driving a hardddddddd bargain and wow, really going to town on that piano. riddhima doesn’t find it shady at allllllllllllllllll that he’s an equally good piano player as vansh huh? zerooooo thoughts about that.
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“gunaah karne waale se bada gunehgaar hota hai gunaah sehne waala.” bhai waaah, isske victim complex ko mera salaam, ki bechaara is ONLY GETTING 5 CRORES, BOOOOOO HOOOOO.
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“jabse tumse yeh deal kii haina, badi gandiiiii waali feeling aa rahi hai!” lmaoooooo yeah sureee, i can see how torturous it is, to be paid OBSCENELY to......... play yourself.
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“mujhe teen guna chahiye. i want triple.”
BITCH WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF 3X SLKJDFSLKJFLDK 15 CRORES I KNOW TERA HI PAISA HAI BUT HADH HAI BHAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!? YOU SOUNDING A LOT LIKE THIS GUY:
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oh boy ishani and angre have entered hearing about “triple”.
badi safaai se he said OH I MEANT IMMA BAKE A TRIPLE LAYER CHOCOLATE CAKE FOR YOU TO SAY SORRY.
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softttttttttttttttttttt siblingssssssss. baaaaabies.
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but hubs and wifey have come with some stress relief for bhai, lol.
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lmao riddhima’s reactionnnnnnnnn.
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lo ji yeh bhi aa gaya rang mein bhang daalne. wants to make things interesting via bet. some realllllll high stakes shit. good lord, don’t be gross and bet riddhima or something, maharabharat style.
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aaaaaand it’s on!
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no point screaming in your mind, riddhima. should have sent him to basketball camp before you recruited him.
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"bohut mazaa aayega!!!!” lmaooooooo seeeeee, i told y’all. all this big baby legit wants is someone to playyy with himmmmm. have you ever seen him look THISSSSS HAPPY EVERRRRRR??????????
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07.12.20
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lmao @ his purposely bad dribbling.
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stressing Dollar Biwi out some more by saying he hasn’t even watched the game on tv.
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unffffff. Chehra Appreciation Break. these go out to my girl @nawaazishein​ (she knows exaaaaaaaactly why.)
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riddhima is like when you pick teams, pick me, and kabir is here to talk smack and say everyone’s gonna find outtttttt nowwww.
ok great, whole fam’s here. there’s a chalkboard set up for the score and everythinggggg. coz as per usual, no one else has nothing else to do. not even catch up on their podcasts or play some candy crush or nothing. they just wanna watch these two grownass men having a pissing contest.
V wins the toss but aryan’s bitch ass lies and says kabir won it. K selects riddhima first.
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he knew that kabir’s dumb ass would do exactly that. besides, he’s seen riddhima play. she sucks ass at it. best if she brings down K’s team from the inside, lol.
V’s picks: useless!chacha, angre. K’s pick: aryan. rules established, ki after every 10 points, rival team se player will be out.
all i can think of rn is that everyone went and changed and riddhima’s gonna play in her sari and heels?!?!?!?!!!?!?
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game faces on!
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lol such bball captain and his gf head cheerleader vibes. CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh god are we supposed to sit and listen to chachi’s commentary?!?!!?!?
please note i’m literally only watching this ep to see the boys’ shirts move and expose chest and abs. 
riddhima gets the ball and is standing there in one place dribbling so that V can easily intercept and he’s just..........
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............. imitating a frilled dragon or some shit?????
kabir just took the ball from her and scored.
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first basket he made and he’s already telling vansh to give up. dude, hadh hoti hai overconfidence ki.
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V like haar-jeet ka faisla end mein hota hai. i would say i’ve already won, getting to see this much sweaty neck and chest, mmmmhmmmmmm.
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SCOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! i mean, yeah V scored a point in the game or whateverrrrrrrr, BUT **I** GOT TO SEE SOME TUMMY WHEN HE JUMPED UP!!!!!
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lol idk what the sassy finger wave was for, but i liked watching it.
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THIS DUMBASS. SOMEONE PLEASE JUST PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY.
aryan’s out.
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AND I SCORE AGAIN!!!!! ouff, the things i have to resort to coz they don’t gimme tellywood men shirtless anymore.
useless!chacha’s out.
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askljdlkjlkdjlsakjdlsakjdlsdjlaskjdlj bechaara kabir.
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“you. out, please!”
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sureeeeeely he will not pull the kkhh move in front of the whole fam??????/ will he?????????
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look at his face, ki awwwwww, how cute that she’s trying.
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riddhima is so stupid, if she scored all these points, why didn’t she pick V to leave the game instead of angre!?!?!?!!?!?
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BITCH DID THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“isski har harkat vansh se kyun milti hai?????” idk sis, take a wiiiiiiiiiild guess. if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck........... MAYBE THE FUCKING 6 FOOT 2″ DUCK LOOMING IN FRONT OF YOU AND RUNNING HIS HANDS ALL OVER YOU IS YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND??????
the way he’s smiling is practically challenging her to figure it out.
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she’s still like nope, not him. just a coincidence. while she mulls on that brain fart, imma stare at rrahul’s chest some more.
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of course.
YOUR WHOLEASS FAMILY IS STANDING THERE WATCHING THIS OMG I’M DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENTTTTTTTT FUCKING TAKE IT TO YOUR ROOM YOU WEIRDOS
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“yeh bonus hai. free of charge. just for your pretty face!”
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this dumbass is also hung up ki how overnight he became good at playing basketball. abbe oh gobar ganesh why can’t you just accept it’s him?!!?!?!?
aryan’s like dude, it’s him. i’ve seen him play. this is him.
but there must be somethinggggggg unique about vansh’s style right????
ahaaaa, ambidextrous.
kabir legit threw something like that looks like a clown’s nose. i guess he just carries that around full time coz he’s a 🤡🤡🤡
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blah blah we already knew this from the precap. i’m just fwding to when he plays with the left and wins.
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lmao V’s faaaaaaaaace. when kabir finally gets his day of reckoning, vansh is really nottttttt gonna hold back.
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never seen ppl THIS happy to see a left handed person, lol.
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“vihaan vansh ki tarah left hand se khel sakta hai??????”
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CUTESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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lmaoooooooooo his face is like jo toota nahi tha, woh bhi tod ke rakh degi.
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lolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. asshole.
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uh huh honeyyyyyyyyy. did the Vansh Move.
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asking how you did all this when i never told you these facts about vansh?
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“tum zaroorat se zyaada sochti ho, Sweetheart.”
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“kya aisa humne pehle kabhi nahi kiya? kya yeh pal humaari zindagi mein kabhi bhi nahi aaya, riddhima?” he said her name The Vansh Way, not The Vihaan Way!!!!!!!
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“tum mere......”
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“haan riddhima, yeh tumhara veham nahi hai. main vihaan nahi, vansh hoon. tumhara vansh.”
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haaaaaaye bechaari. at this point i’m feeling quite bad for her. it’s not her fault she’s so stupid. ab hai toh hai. kya kar sakte hain. bedagarkkkkkk ho tera, vansh. may you die of blue balls for fucking with her simple mind this way.
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i just did my homework reallllllllllly well, it seems. so my 3x payment is totally worth it. god i wish that pool was full, so that i could dunk his head into it and hold it there for a few minutes.
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THIS ASSHOLE DOESN’T EVEN FEEL A LITTLE BIT BAD FOR WHAT HE’S DOING. LIKE, THODAAAA TOH HE SHOULD FEEL.
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and then he turns around and looks at her like this!?!?!?!!?!?!? OUFFFF. FUCK YOU MANNNNNN.
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blah blah talk about how now everyone must be convinced (except kabir) but yeah, i’m just here for The Face.
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JFC SIS. AT THIS POINT YOU JUST NEED TO PULL A KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA AND YANK A FEW HAIRS OUT FROM HIM AND ISHANI AND SEND IT FOR A DNA TEST.
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shhhhhhhhhh, koi hai. yup. and not at all an excuse to get touchy touchy with wifey and give her some more mindfucky clues as to who you are.
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someone’s watching us, we gotta sort out the property shit realllll quickkkkkkkkk.
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he has An Idea, it seems. oh boy.
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nephilimsarchive · 5 years ago
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Engel | Jealous Ville Valo x reader imagine
Summary: You join your boyfriends band to celebrate the end of their tour. One of your costars and friends is there too, much to Villes dismay.
Note: fluff, very slight angst 
had to repost my fics bc my old acc got flagged, sorry! x 
Word count: 1486
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“This is our last song for tonight”, he declared in his baritone as the first chords of When Love And Death Embrace begun playing. Your eyes followed his every movement from the side of the stage. “I’m in love with you..“ he sang and shot you a wink. The two of you have been together for almost four years now, yet Ville never ceases to amaze you. One stare of his viridescent eyes was enough to make your heart swell and your legs grow weak. When he was on stage he was alive, and you barely loved anything more than seeing him like this. The only thing better than this was the thought of finally having him all to yourself again, and him pressing his sweaty body against yours after the show. You gripped the metal bars tighter as you heard him purr the last lines of the song. A roar of applause and cheers lit up the stadium as the last show of the tour came to an end.
A radiant smile shone on his face, which you couldn’t help but return as he jogged towards you. „Y/N!“, he exclaimed as he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you and setting you down again. Both of you laughed. „Anteeksi, I’m kind of sweaty right now.“, he then said. In response, you wrapped your arms tighter around him, kissing his mouth,then his neck. „Who say’s I mind?!“ You smirked at the look he gave you, his pupils dilating ever so slightly. „I can’t wait to take you home, kultaseni…“, he whispered and stepped away slowly, leaving you there with a smile playing on your lips.
And as much as you would’ve liked following him into the shower right there and then, you sadly had other plans. Ville and you had promised to accompany the other bandmates to a local bar in celebration of yet another successful tour. So here you were, in your VIP booth of a bar called „Engel“. The place was beautiful, the perfect mixture of classy and sultry rock‘n‘roll. The bordeaux leather couch was soft beneath you as Metallica blasted through the speakers.
Ville sat next to you, slinging a lazy arm around your shoulder, shooting you a dazzling smile. „You look beautiful, Y/N.“, murmured Ville, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek. Oh, how you cherished moments like this. Being so close to him, feeling him stroke your arm gently and exchanging sweet nothings. You could completely forget the rest of the world around you, if it wasn’t for Burtons constant teasing.
„Get a room, you two.“, Burton called, much louder than necessary. „Oh, fuck off.“, scoffed Ville, clearly amused as you rolled your eyes, blushing nonetheless. „I seriously can’t believe you two still act like horny teenagers after being in a relationship for this long.“ You grinned at him. „Ohhh, ‘s somebody jealous? Should I go and have some girl talk with your wife about it?“ Burton flipped you off then, roling his eyes. „I think it‘s cute, I‘m happy for you guys.“, Mige chimed in, „but he does have a point, you know?“ Laughing, you got up and excused yourself. „Whatever. I‘m going to head to the bar and see what they‘ve got. Anyone want something?“ “Surprise me, love.“, Ville said as everyone else shook their head.
Smoothing out your figure-hugging black dress, you made your way past the dance floor to the bar. Running a hand through your long wavy hair you skimmed the menu, when suddenly you hear an all too familiar voice call out. “Hello stranger!“. His blue eyes twinkle in delight as he stands next to you. „Now if that isn‘t my favourite Co-Star.“ „Misha! It‘s nice to see you, too.“, you hugged him, „What are you doing here? Aren‘t you guys busy shooting?“ And just like that, the conversation flowed. You had met Misha Collins on the set of Supernatural, and you clicked immediately, becoming very close friends - much to Villes dismay. After your character in the show was killed off, you and Misha stayed in contact but saw each other less and less due to your busy schedules. Both of you were actors on the peak of their career, which is exactly what made coincidences like this so pleasant.
You almost laughed tears at one of Misha jokes as you remembered your initial task. Looking back at where your boyfriend was sitting, you noticed how he’s been staring back, a blank expression on his face. Misha noticed the direction of your stare. “Oh, I’m sorry.”, he said, lightly touching your arm, “Have I been keeping you up? You probably wanted to get something to drink, right? Whatever it is, it’s on me.” Smiling, you thanked him and ordered two non-alcoholic cocktails. At that, Misha quirked one of his eyebrows up, a surprised expression on his features. You explained that Ville has stopped drinking and that you supported him completely. “He is a lucky guy.”, Misha winked while walking away, “I’ll see you around.”. You smiled and said your goodbyes.
You turned around to walk back to your booth, but unexpectedly were greeted with the pair of emerald eyes you loved so much. Only that those eyes didn’t hold as much adoration as you would’ve liked. He grabbed a drink from your hands and wordlessly sat down on a barstool. „You alright, love?“, you asked, sitting next to him. He said nothing, avoiding your stare. „Ville?“
Suddenly he turned to you, his cold expression catching you off guard. „I don’t know, love.“, he spat, mocking the pet name you had used, „Would you feel peachy if I told you I’d get drinks, and then ended up all cozy with some other woman?“.
Oh.
He was talking about Misha. Disbelief etched itself into your face, your eyebrows raised. „Ville, are you jealous?“ He grunted in response, which was all the answer you needed. „As much as Misha and I might get along, you know we’re just friends, right?“ Ville scoffed, a strand of his hair dangling in the air. „If you’re just friends, then what’s up with all the light touches, and you laughing at his jokes so damn much? And i swear to Ozzy, if I see him wink at you one more time…”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his behavior. He was the man of your dreams and you were more than happy to be with him, how he could still doubt that after years of being together - you had no clue.
„Ville, rakkain..“, you started calmly, running your hand down his arm gently. „Misha may be nice and funny“, that earned you a glare, „but he’s got absolutely nothing on you. I love you, and I have been for the past 4 years. And you should know that by now.”, you told him, taking his hand into yours. “You are the most talented, handsome and caring man I’ve ever met. Nothing makes me as happy as spending time with you does. I love how passionate you are, I love how safe you make me feel. You make me smile even when I don’t want to, and I wouldn’t ever want to have another day go by without you by my side.“
His thumb brushed your knuckles then, the look in his eyes softening as he looked into your eyes, searching for any traces of a lie. He found none. An idea popped into your head then. An equally evil and seductive grin formed on your face. You leaned close to him and put a hand on his thigh for support. „Besides…“, you brushed your lip against his his, „You are so very sexy. Absolutely sinful, really. Nobody can turn me on like you do. And oh my, have I been missing you lately. Laying between the silky sheets all alone…”, The grip on your other hand tightened ever so slightly. “How often I imagined you coming back through that door, your skin on mine, your kisses traveling down my body, being all yours.”, you moved your head back a little, giving him an innocent look. A low growl escaped him as as his hand moved to cup your cheek, claiming your lips. The kiss was far from gentle, it was territorial, pleading. It held all the passion that had built up from months of being apart. It left you breathless, wanting.
Way too soon he broke the kiss, panting heavily. His eyes had turned a darker shade of green, a storm brewing inside of them. He got up then, threw some money on the counter to pay for your nowhere near finished drinks and took your hand, helping you up. His eyes traveled over your body, taking in the sight before him. Licking his lips subconsciously, he lifted his head and looked you in the eyes, “Home. Now.”
And you were more than happy to comply.
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btsandvmin · 5 years ago
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Collection of asks 2 - BTSandVMIN
I had to make a second one because the length of the first one was getting way too long. If you are curious about some of my older asks here is the link to my first collection post - Collection of asks - BTSandVMIN
I have this post because I feel some of the asks I answer are worth saving, for me personally, and perhaps for you as well. But I don’t want to put them all in my Masterpost where I want to keep it a bit more structured for my longer posts and analysis. So for asks that are more about answering specific questions or about general things or my feelings I will put them here.
Asks are written more in the moment than my usual posts, so they might be less accurate as it’s all mostly from the top of my head. The newest ones will actually be on top, and then they will get older going down the list. I’ll update it regularly as I answer more asks. :)
Look at jhope's interaction with maknae line
Sorry for spamming with asks
You're so right about how any ship can be possible if you focus on it
I reject any idea of a couple being pushed to protect another 
What do you think of vmin’s busan forehead kiss?
About tae changing the choreo of fake love
What do you think of that famous ji/kook trip together ?
"Friends" doesn't speak about a friendship to me and the title seems like a way to "hide" the true meaning. Thoughts?
I honestly do feel his "best" friend is only ever needed when it's convenient to him
When j/k wore matching shirts asked them something like are u guys dating Its so differnt from his rn to vmin
Looking at th and jm for what they are or represented to be their bond shouldn't be taken at face value. Just reminding that jealousy amongst bandmates do exist
Jimin kissed tae on the pretext of kissing tanny. tae blanked out for a few secs after that
Jin in Jimins Festa profile this yr called Tae his "Bf" and then the next word is "best friend"
I dont think vmin or any other ship in bts for that matter are in any form of relationship right now.
Kind of agree with vmin not spending much time together outside of work & things they do/say barely even give off that "possibly a couple" vibe in general
IF feelings are involved, who do you think fell first and why? 
You already said that you ship them, but do you think that they're real?
I found it kinda weird how jimin apparently "didn't know" 4 o'clock was inspired by him
Have u seen that one radio interview in the past Th openly called out jm for liking men? 
We never see them hangout tgt I mean we have seen ji/kook tgt more often and tae with his wooga squad
What did you think about jimin playing the video game using tae's acc while the latter looked from behind?
When tae posted 'lets keep going for a long time i only have u' they probably only knew e/o for about 2 yrs and now we also know that at that time they still argued and fought with e/o alot. Yet they felt so strongly for their frienship.
What are your thoughts about tae choosing " my time " to recommend it to a non army.
If we look at their personalities tae is more of introverted and shy these days while jimin is more outgoing and loud. But when it comes the them jimin is always the one who seems cautious
Is it my imagination or is Jimin VERY loud lately? I feel like the roles have somehow been reversed.
The timeline of the dumpling incident really confuses me. 
Why do i feel like vmin dont hangout outside of work anymore
Just read your ji/kook vs vmin post regarding festa and I agree. you can tell that jm gets very serious when it comes to tae
A possible sexual relationship between Jimin and Tae. I've seen subtle hints where this might be happening behind the scenes like the recent bang bang con
Whenever joon says stuff like 'what a nice friendship/bcoz he is your friend' vmin have a very neutral or blank face
When do you think their friendship turned into something more?
Did u see how tae coloured jimin's name on the soft board with purple. 
Jimin recently in this festa says jk is his soul brother
Nj nearly always tries to underplay vmin's bond.
Sweet Night: “Sharing my fragile truth That I still hope the door is open Door' 
I feel like jimin was reluctant to talk about the dumpling incident probably bcoz it involves him getting drunk?
Your opinion on the whole "that's smth a couple would do" "you two look like a couple" for ji/kook vs "it's cause he's your friend "
What ur opinion is on the new kdrama that is based on homosexuality. 
Tae has many a times mentioned wanting to have kids or wanting to be father.
Taehyung has always talked about having a family, children and wife etc. 
I personally feel the maknae line in general have been advised not to do lives alone tgt bcoz of the intense shipping
I spend hours reading your posts and I could never get tired of it
I have a doubt about vmin  recently V is so close to JK it seems like V avoiding jimin
Taehyung talked about the movie Call Me by Your Name and its soundtrack
I honestly like how unpopular vmin are.
Let's say JM and TH have other partners - do you think said partners would be okay with a whole song of vmin declaring each other as soulmates? 
In the end there is no moment that is unique to a ship. do you agree?
Some vlives are arranged by the company and sometimes members themselves when the find free time they go live. 
What was the point of making a decision tght to come on vlive tgh infront of the fan to then not do it?
It cant be the company stopping v and jm from doing a live can it? 
Do you the think the reason vmin dont do vlive is because taehyung's feelings are one sided?
Theory on a possible reason on why vmin has not gone to do a vlive on their own for so long?
On bon voyage 3 j hope mentions how v and jk were hugging each other in their sleep.
Ji/kook is obvious (ear nibble) and Tae reacting blank to Vmin moments
But why they dont have funny bro handshake like v/kook?
You are so delusional like seriously how do you function in real life
You know how vmin called eo soulmates. The term can also be taken in a platonic way too right
If there’s a real ship in bts, can you give me your opinion on who?
Tae kissing jimin's cheek after they won an award in some music show (About ship edits)
I think vmin is real. Can you do a Sweet night analysis because in my opion the song dosen't match with the drama
Why are you a Vmin shipper if you don't think Jimin is gay or at least bisexual? 
I don't blame V and Jimin for not doing Vlive together
You know that blurry picture of vmin in 2014?
Tae and jk seem like the members who are most non straight to u and also that jimin might be straight so then isnt it more possible for t**k***k to be the couple?
Do you think that vmin are straight?
Can you tell me what makes you think jk is not straight
Ppl connect sweet night and 4 o' clock with vmin After tae's live yesterday n i m also seeing some ppl being offended by it.
Why do I sense that Tae has more of crush on Jimin (and realized it) but Jimi is oblivious?
Will you still publish that long vmin and lgbt in korea analysis.
Even namjoon said they should go live to discuss about their song.
I dont really consider minjoon vlive as one they did themselves. it was mostly organised by the company
Maknae line avoid vlives and  its really weird that jimi would do it with rm but not tae
Shouldnt it be easy for them to go live tght than anyone else?
Tae is very reluctant or scared to do a vlive with jimin
In the past month when vmin did mention about the song they just made superficial comments
Hi 💙 do you write vmin fics?
I also feel that jm is nervous to talk about the song even though he said he will in the comeback show
If jimin doesn't go live today as well maybe we can get a vmin live?
Vmin antis say vmin are not friends irl and use the fact that they are never spotted hanging out offscreen as "proof"
Will you do a Vmin throwback - 2019?
Can we even be considered delulu anymore for thinking not all of this is a coincidence?
Sweet night doesn't really fit the couple relationship in the drama
What do you mean when you say 'not being delulu'?
I dont know why after listening to sweet night i feel very nervous?
Maybe the lyrics to SN are very well just about the drama/webtoon.
Do you think the songs lie and stigma are related ? 
Namjoon talking about Friends 2 - Making excuses
Namjoon talking about Friends 1 - Can’t write about them
About the “Hello my alien” line in Friends
Do you think they gone do fansing this period of promoting?
Jm said when he wants to make and gift a song if he finds someone he loves and he actually helped write n produce the melody of chingu
Omg Ive been crying over the vmin song lyrics ever since they came out.
Thoughts about the song and what you took out of it
Its not a light hearted thing to call each other soulmate
This kind of debunks the christmas song theory… i feel sad like they are commercialising their friendship
Jimin is partly involved in the making and it will be about Jimin and Tae’s bond
I fear that vmin will become the next larry 
Chrismats song, smile awards. Arent those awards previously decided and even the words written for them by the company?
I was wondering if you're going to write something about bv4 and all the vmin we got there
Do you think that vmin say they love each other truly or for fan service?
Recently i watched a vkook video to compare
Do you know how exactly vmin met?
Whenever I do get the chance to focus on Vmin it’s usully one of three things
At the airport Tae had his arm around Jimin's shoulder but removed it quickly when they arrived in front of the cameras.
I don’t care if people don’t ship Vmin romantically. But with Vmin doing things like this you can’t really blame us if we do.
I got a looooot of asks on the Christmas song and I will adress the ones I have left all in one go
The reaction in bv was probably cause he wants to visits there and jm got there first
Vmin talked about tannie and how they went to visit tannie at tae's parents house
Just do it how you feel comfortable, we are waiting for your analysis
What video is the gif you post with this : Jimin and V talking about going to the Sapporo snow festival and playing in the snow together 
This break was an opportunity for them to be around other friends and family so maybe they just wanted to spend this time apart
Do you really think vm are soulmates? Sometimes i feel like we might be over using this word for them 
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Once again thank you for all the asks you send! And also sorry for not being able to keep up and answer them all. I’ll try to answer some old ones as well whenever I can, and I will keep adding some of them to this list. I hope you found something interesting. Thanks for reading!
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sleepywinchester · 5 years ago
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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 26
Summary: Y/N’s last day shooting Supernatural. 
Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)
Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.
Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)
Words: 3k +
Beta: N/A
Warnings: none really :)
Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL! We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol
Note:  If I had to choose a top five of bitter sweets chapters I’ve written for this series, this one would be #5. I’m sad about this but happy about this and it’s just a mix of emotions. I feel like I wrote a good goodbye for y/n and her character, just hope you guys think the same. xoxo
. I really hope you guys like this.  ♥
Title: End of An Era 
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Jensen sang softly to an old country song that you honestly have never heard before that morning. Which was rare, listening to your husband sing country songs wasn’t a new for you but this song surely was. It was a peaceful morning, the snow was fresh from the night before. It was 6:30 am and the roads were slightly empty. Soft shades of blue began to bloom in the sky. It was quite magical. Your eyes landed on Jensen, whom wore a gray beanie. 
The corner of his lips were subtly curved up.
“What?” Jensen asked, giving you a quick glance. 
You smiled, taking in how the dim light contrasted with his facial features. 
“You look happy.”
Jensen’s small smile turned into a bigger fuller grin, “I am happy.” He switched his eyes from the road again to wink at you for a second before looking back. “I haven’t driven to work with you in… months. Of course, I am happy.” 
“I’ve missed this,” you said in a sigh. 
He holds your hand and kissed the back of it, “Me too.”
Then he continued to sing but this song was one you knew too well. 
“Baby you’re all that I need… we’re heaven.”
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You sat on the hair and makeup chair and went over your lines. It’s the last day of filming, after a full week of mentally preparing yourself, you realized this wasn’t something easy to prepare for. When you decided to retire from Supernatural, one of your concerns was what would happen to Katherine. Having her killed off just wasn’t an option… Convincing the network, writers and the runner of the show not to kill Katherine Pierce wasn’t an easy task. After a lot of use of your persuasion skills, emails, calls and face to face meetings. The news of your beloved character was going to have a good ending lifted a weight off your shoulders.
“How do you feel?” Clary asked as she created loose curls on your short hair.
“About?” You looked up from the script. 
“Last day filming here,” Clary looked at you through the mirror as she continued to do your hair, “last day working with everyone, last day being Katherine Pierce. How do you feel?”
You sighed at Clary, someone who has turned from just a coworker to a good friend over the years. “I-.” your voice broke a little, “I feel like I am pressing pause in a chapter of my life. Like I am just holding this skill like I am putting to bed this character… The feeling is bittersweet but it’s exciting at the same time. I am excited to be a mom full time.” 
“It’s the end of an era, though,” she replied.
You bit the insides of your mouth. “It is… A great era but it’s also the beginning of a new one.” 
“That is true,” she said with a smile.
“Y/N?” Jensen spoke your name as he walked into the trailer. “There you are, hey Clary, how is it going?” He glanced at her.
Clary shrugged, “Nothing much, just here doing my favorite’s hair one last time.”
“Awn,” you playfully punched her arm, “I will be back as a guest.” 
You and Jensen were walking hand in hand to set when you stopped and asked him for a picture. Suddenly feeling the need to take a picture of the last moment you were going to have a fresh look at Katherine Pierce. He smiled and took out his iPhone, taking your picture in a matter of seconds. 
“Let me see,” you said reaching his side.
“Are you doubting your personal photographer?” He said with a joking tone. 
You chuckled, “I would never but still, I want to see.”
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Jensen subtly rolled his eyes with a half-smile and showed you the picture. You nodded agreeing with him that it was a good one. It took you a couple seconds to post this in your Instagram Stories as you both continued to set where the network interviewer was waiting for you. 
“Hey everyone,” you said as you walked in. 
Jared was shooting with Misha in another location while the interview was going to take place in the Men Of Letters library. Bobby one of the current show runners was there also for the interview. When Bobby saw you he opened his arms and you went in for a hug. You officially began to feel like today was really a goodbye. 
“I will pay you more if you stay,” Bobby told you after breaking the longing hug.
You chuckled, shaking your head slowly. “There is no amount of money changing my decision, Bob.” You teased with a smirk
Bob shook his head as well, “I tried. Can at least we have you for a guest star in the future?”
“Of course,” you told him and saw a spark light up in his eyes, “maybe in two years or three, when this show finally hits 300 episodes. Or in the show’s finale, I can put Katherine to bed again.”
He smiled, nodding, “I’ll have that.” 
“Excuse me,” one of the network workers politely interrupted yours and Bob’s conversation. “We are ready to start the interview whenever you guys are.” 
“I’m ready,” you said with a smile, seeing that Jensen was already seated in front of the camera and with his microphone on. You glanced at Bobby excusing yourself from the conversation and walking towards the seats and Jensen. Sitting down next to him the assistants began to plug in the microphones and doing the necessaries audio checks before the interview officially began.
“Hey guys, my name is Pepper, I will be doing today’s interview.” Pepper was a tall blonde, who wore a navy blue pantsuit. “I want to say it’s a pleasure to do this interview, even though it is a bit bittersweet. Katherine Pierce is, without doubt, an iconic character in this series. She is such a bad ass.” 
It felt good listening to someone talk about Katherine and her character as good as Pepper did. Katherine was that kind of character that changed people's minds. She was always evolving for the better. Her development was something you constantly worried about and tried your best to portray on the screen and it was very satisfactory to hear that your hard work did actually pay off. 
You gave Pepper the biggest smile, “Thank you, I really appreciate that.”
“Ready,” the camera guy whispered as he stood behind the camera. 
“Well,” Pepper looked at Jensen and me, “let’s start, shall we?”
You fixed your posture and smiled at the camera, waiting for the questions about your departure from the show to begin. 
“Jensen, how do you feel about this being Y/N’s last day on set?” 
You glanced at Jensen for a second when you felt his look over you. 
“It’s bitter-sweet, she is one of the best actress and persons I know,” He smiled and hold your hand. “I mean, those are some of the reasons I married her in the first place.” Jensen finished the song with a chuckle. 
She nodded and looked at you, “How do you feel about today being your last day?”
“I was talking about this with the head of hair and makeup, Clary. She asked me the same question and everyone has asked me the same question lately… As Jensen said, this is a very bitter-sweet day for me and for everyone. The last couple of years in this show have been more than just working years. They are full of memories with friends that have become family.” 
“It’s the end of an era,” Pepper said with a pitch of sadness in her tone. 
You gave her and the camera a small smile. “It is the end of an era but… it’s also the start of a new one.” 
“It is no secret that you are retiring from acting… What are your plans now that you won’t have an acting schedule to keep up with?”
“My plans are very simple, enjoy my time as a mother and as a wife,” you replied with total honesty. “I want to build new experiences with my family.”
“Are you guys planning on expanding your family?”
Jensen and I looked at each other, both smiling. 
“We don’t know yet but now we will surely have more time to think about it.” You said.
“What can we expect for Katherine’s last episode in Supernatural?”
Without thinking your eyes met with Jensen’s and you both gave the camera mischief smiles. Obviously you weren’t supposed to say but both wanted to have fun while you guys can. 
“Let’s just say it’s not what the fans are expecting,” you said, still smiling.
“Yeah,” Jensen spoke, “I believe everyone will be shocked once they see it.” 
“Before we end… anything you want to say to the fans?”
“Thank you Supernatural Family for years and years of support. Thank you for all the love and dedication you guys have for the show. Thanks to you guys, I was able to come back and continue playing this awesome and badass character. I appreciate all of you. Goodbye,” you kissed the tip of your fingers and blew a kiss towards the camera. Giving the camera a grateful and farewell smile. 
“And that’s a wrap for the interview,” Pepper said. “It was honestly a pleasure doing this, wish you and your family the best.”
“Oh my God, you’re going to make me cry,” you say as you went in for a hug. 
/ / / 
“Are you ready, Y/N?” Bob asked from the director’s seat.
You smirked looking at the camera, knowing he was looking at the monitors. 
“When have I ever not been ready?” You said full of confidence. 
He chuckled, “Alright, don’t break a leg… Again. ACTION!”
The second he shouted the magical word you breathed in deeply and got into character. You began to run as fast as you can towards the man playing a demon. You fake punched his face and with that, the fight sequence began between the two. In order to make this last fight memorable you were about to do Katherine’s iconic and signature fight move. It was the one you did on Jensen when you were pregnant and ended with you having a broken leg for a month. This was the first time in months that you were doing this specific move and it was like riding a bike. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or just how empowering it felt looking at this sequence in camera but this was definitely your favorite Katherine’s fight move. 
It was like your body took possession over your own mind and moved by itself. Executing each movement carefully making sure it was mind-blowing on camera for the viewers but safe for you and your co-star. 
“Cut!” Bob shouted from his director's seat.
Bob’s shout was followed by a round of applause from everyone who was on set. Your body froze at the great admiration your colleagues were showing. Your cheeks felt warm as a sunny day in Austin. 
“That was perfect, my dear,” Bob said between claps. “Let’s continue nailing these shots so we can leave early for your going away party, shall we?” 
You giggled and winked at him, “Will do, boss.” 
The jokes, smiles, farewells, and tears continued throughout the day. You were standing in front of Jared as he acted his part of the scene. Jared’s eyes were red and full of real tears as he spoke. You have been working together for too long not to know when some tears or smiles were real or not. He knew the tears you were crying were real as well because of the same reason. Today was so full of farewells that you could not hide the emotions as you acted your last scenes.
“Thank you, Kat.” Jared spoke softly, “Thank you for taking care of us… Thank you for taking care of him…” 
Smiling weakly you hold the right side of his face. “I’m the one who has to say thank you. If it wasn’t for the Winchesters, I’d be lost.” With the end of your line, a hug was queued into the sequence. Jared holds you so tightly that it started to be difficult to breathe but you didn’t mind. The years of working together have turned both into more than co-workers. It turned him into family and the idea of not working as closely with each other was very sad. 
“Cut!” Bob shouted but you and Jared did not separate. 
“This is harder than I thought,” Jared whispered.
You sniffed, “It is…” 
“Change of clothes everyone!” One of the crew shouted.
“Hey!” Shay met you as you were approaching your trailer. She was holding a white box on her hands. 
You smiled opening your arms and giving her a hug. 
“Please tell me those are donuts,” you said breaking the hug.
Shay chuckled, “They are.” 
The two of you walked together into the trailer. A white long dress is the first thing you see.“Wow,” you sighed, “I think this one is better than my real one.”
“It’s pretty, but your real-life one was so beautiful,” Shay said as she placed her bag and a box of donuts on the top counter. “And your real life was… you know, real.”
You chuckled, grabbing a donut, “It was… but that one is still so beautiful. Would the network be mad if I accidentally keep it?” 
Shay’s eyes widen for a second, “You’re planning on stealing this too?! You have two bags full of Katherine’s stuff already.” 
‘Those bags the network approved,” you spoke. “This would be technically the only thing I actually steal.”
At that moment Shay was about to say something but her words got cut off by someone knocking on your trailer’s door. You and Shay glanced at the door before you reached it and opened it. The knocking was coming from Clary.
“Hey,” you smiled, “we were about to head over your trailer.”
Clary walked into your trailer, “Production just sent me an email. I have to do your hair and makeup here just in case someone sees you and spoils Kat’s grand farewell to the show.”
Your eyebrows fringed together. “This crew had worked there for more than a decade… Who will possibly spoil something at this point?”
“It’s not just the crew out there… There are at least thirty curious fans by the gates.” Clary began to open her kit. “Bob just wants to make sure nothing leaks out.”
Instead of thinking too much about the situation, you decided to sit down and let Clary perform her magic. “Well, he’s the boss,” you said sitting down on a chair. 
“Are you nervous?” Jensen texted you. 
You smirked looking down at your cell-phone. 
“As if it was our first time getting married... “ You sent back. 
“Maybe this can count as renewing our vows,” Jensen replied.
You smiled at Jensen’s words. “How about we worry about renewing vows when we are 50.” 
“Good idea,” Jensen said. 
You watched the three dots inside of a bubble, waiting for the next message of your beloved. 
“How are you holding up?” 
You sighed deeply, “I’m feeling good, haven’t cried as much as I thought.”
“You still have time,” Jensen sent. “See you on set in 20.”
Looking away from a cell phone, you grabbed your script and began to go over the lines as Clary continued to do your hair and makeup. It was bittersweet to read your lines in the script for one last time. You cried the first time you got to read the script and experience all the emotions that were written for Katherine in that last scene. It was going to be a sequence full of love and farewells. 
“You’re all set, star,” Clary’s voice took you out of the clouds. 
“Time to get in the dress,” Shay said from the couch. 
Sliding into Katherine’s wedding dress gave you chills. It was like you were about to get married again. You knew that as an actor you need to separate your feelings from your character’s feelings but after working with the same character for so many years it was difficult not to get the feelings mixed up. 
Walking out of the bedroom Clary and Shay glanced at you in awe.
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 “You ready to give Katherine Pierce the grand goodbye she deserves?” Shay asked.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, reminiscing on the years that had passed. Thinking about all the sacrifices that this character put you through. Everything that you have learned from Katherine. She became more than just a character you played on TV. Katherine Pierce became a part of who you were and you were grateful for the opportunity of being the one who brought this character into life. 
“How are we going to make sure none of those curious fans or paparazzi see this huge dress?” 
Shay chuckled for a second,  “They cleared all the possible spots with paparazzi.”
Trusting her word you decided to talk out of the trailer. Shay and Clary helping you with the back of the dress. You guys walked slowly towards the golfing car with Cliff on the driver’s seat. He instantly smiled at the sight of you, and you couldn’t do anything else that just smile back. 
“Wow, Y/N! You look beautiful,” Cliff said.
You winked at him, with the smile on your face still. “Thanks, Cliff.”
“Jensen is going to drop on his feet,” he said turning on.
“You betcha,” Shay said in the backseat. 
You chuckled, “Good.” 
The drive towards the set was small and quick. You usually didn’t had Cliff drive you around but this sequence and dress couldn’t be walked on the streets. You and the crew needed to make sure it was spotless for the scene. 
Once you got to set, everyone looked at you with the same look Shay and Clary gave you. Everyone was smiling and you felt like it was your own wedding all over again.
“You look stunning,” you heard Bob’s voice and turned around. 
“Thanks,” you smiled, “how are we doing this?” 
“Big guy is already waiting for you at the altar,” Bob said. “Bit of a dejavu he’s saying.”
You glanced down at your white dress and chuckled. “I can see why he’s feeling that way.” 
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “nothing like the real deal though.” 
“Nothing like the real deal,” you said and smiled.
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“Wow,” Jensen sighed at the sight of you walking into set.
You smiled slowly spinning to have him take a 365 look of you. He chuckled watching you show off the bridal dress. 
“Looking good, babe,” he said.
“And you look so handsome,” you could not help yourself and kissed him on the lips.
The kiss was quick and soft but very nice. 
“Are you ready to get married again?” Jensen asked after you guys broke the kiss. 
You nodded fixing the bottom of your dress, “Good thing we decided to get married before this happened. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if we had done this the other way around.”
“I think I’d probably eloped after this scene. You look too stunning not to marry you.”
Jensen always knew what to say, it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. At that moment, Jared, Misha and the rest of the cast got to set and everyone went right down to business. 
The course of this last episode was just how you thought it was going to be; bittersweet. It was full of laughs, tears and amazing actors working towards one goal. The goal was to give the fans a performance of a lifetime. This truly was an end of an era for you. Deep down you knew that it also meant the ending of something you didn’t even were looking for when you first got the part. 
The last scene consisted of Katherine and Dean dancing in the middle of an empty field of roses. You guys were in character but deep down you couldn’t help but enjoy this little moment for yourself as well. Jensen holds you closer to his body, showing the emotion of Dean not wanting to let go.
“I’m scared,” Jensen said his lines, Dean’s deep voice vibrating through your body. Your husband did a stunning job portraying his characters feelings. It was an extremely sad moment for Dean Winchester. A character that has lost so much and was going to lose the one thing that has brought hope to his life. 
“Dean Winchester,” you whispered in character, “I did not think you were scared of anything.” Your character had a special ability to make Dean smile even in the saddest moments. Jensen smiled softly at the small comment your character made. 
“I am only scared of losing you,” Jensen said. The script said that after that line he would hold you closer as you both danced. It took you for a small surprise when Jensen did a soft spin, holding you off your feet. Improvising in the most beautiful way. You also knew it was a good add on to the moment since Bob did not call cut on the sequence. 
Standing back, you touched Jensen’s chest. “I will always be here,” you said staring into his eyes, “till the end of times.”
The line was a queue for a passionate kiss, which you and your husband delivered. After a couple of seconds, you broke the kiss and whispered something in Jensen’s ear. He in character reacted by widening his eyes and staring at you as you slowly walked out of the scene. The camera only recording you walk away and Jensen you watching you in silence. 
As you were about to walk out of the camera’s sight, a whipped cream pie hit you in the face. 
“What the fuck?!” You yelled completely startled by the pie. 
Instantly everyone around you began to laugh, you stood there in the middle of a circle made by all your colleagues. Laughing you turned to Jensen who held the half empty pie on his hand. With narrow eyes and a devilish smirk, you ran towards him and covered his face with the some of the pie that was left on your face.  Jensen holds you by your waist and licked bits of the pie on your face. A couple of flashes from cameras were shot as you lived one of the happiest goodbyes. 
Suddenly you began to cry but it was a mixture of happiness and sadness. It was such a bitter sweet moment. 
“Honey?” Jensen looked at you, concerned of your crying.
You smiled trying to wipe the frosting and tears off your face.
“It’s happy and sad tears,” you said with a shrug. “I will miss this place so much.” Jensen instantly hugged you closer to him, and so did everyone around.
“We will miss you too, Y/N” you heard around you. 
“At least we have the goodbye party to get closure,” Misha said with a chuckle. 
You chuckled as well, “at least.” 
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samaraclegane · 5 years ago
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Harringrove prompt
Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I'd like to send a harringrove prompt. I hate how the whole Nancy cheating on Steve went way too quietly and how Jonathan looked like Nancy's dormat for all season three. And let's not talk about the hypocrisy of their "Justice for Barb".
Soo... could you write a story where Nancy tries to give Billy a warning on how he has to treat Steve right and our Billy makes a few points on what a bitch she has been and what a coward Jonathan is. (And if they see Billy and Steve having sex well, that's a plus!)
You know, I feel like Nancy got herself on a pedestal: believing she was the best thing happened to Steve, believing only she knew things about him like his loneliness, believing she was still his best friend. (We really need more Robin!)
However Billy is like "pleeeeseee. We talk, Missy Judge-you. I know that and more".
prompt from @shannara810
author’s note: wow. thanks so much for this! looooove the detail in it, thanks for taking the time to write it all. :) hope this little piece is good for you! I can totally see where you’re coming from with this. love love love it! also yes, strongly agree, we 100% need more Robin. she’s acc the love of my life. is that weird to say? who knows. lesbian energy 2kforever
-”and, really, I guess what I’m trying to say is...” Nancy pauses for a moment, and Billy merely watches her. “just be careful with him.”
-Billy could almost laugh. he could almost laugh, almost cry, almost vomit, almost slam the door of his car so loud it’d make them both deaf instantly. what was this chick on?
-”uh, excuse me?”
-she gave him a look like he was stupid, like she thought his question was a ‘I genuinely don’t understand’ as opposed to a ‘you’re not implying what I think you’re implying, are you’ and offering her a chance to retract her statement.
-”well, I think we both know you’re not the most gentle of people,” she stated and he accepted that this was true enough, though he’d been trying to let down his walls a little since getting with Steve. “so I just want you to understand that he’s not what all he seems.”
-”all he seems?” Billy barks out a laugh, but remains stoic. “and what does that mean?”
-”I mean, I don’t know if you know but, well-” she lowers her voice, seems to collapse in on herself as she crowds closer to Billy, her eyes turning shifty and secretive. “he’s sensitive. and he’s, like, really, really lonely.”
-”he isn’t lonely anymore, Wheeler,” Billy quips, quick to correct her. “I know about all of that. what, do you think I just got him in the sack without learning more than his name?”
-Nancy visibly winces, his words seeming to trigger her memory from a week or so earlier. there’s no doubt in Billy’s mind that this was the reason why she’d chosen to locate and corner him today, what with her having caught them in an - ahem - compromising position. he decided she needed to be knocked off of her high horse.
-still, even despite the pointed look he gave her, she went on undeterred. “no, but you’re- well, you’re you, aren’t you? I know after we broke up he was feeling pretty rough about it for a while. I just don’t want to find out you’ve been taking advantage of him being like that.”
-okay, no. fuck that. incredulously, he asks, “are you fucking serious right now?”
-”yeah, I am,” she says, standing straighter in an attempt to make her petite frame look at least somewhat intimidating. it doesn’t work.
-”alright, princess, you need to stop acting like the world revolves around you because - newsflash - it doesn’t,” he tells her, and she opens her mouth to retort, but he cuts her off before she does so. “I know Steve. I understand him. don’t act like I don’t care about him, ‘cause you don’t know shit.”
-”I think I know a little more about relationships than you do,” she sighs and folds her arms, sounding and looking bored of him already, and he just can’t have that.
-”actually, no. I don’t think you do,” he says, stepping a little closer, using body language to tell her he’s not about to be bullied into surrender; he’s got enough of that at home. “I don’t think you know shit about loving people. I think you only know what it’s like to crush hearts and move on to cowards like the Byers’ kid.”
-”Jonathan isn’t a coward,” she spits back, sounding more irate now, just as he’d expected. “he’s saved my life more than I can count, and he’s brave, and-”
-”yeah, right, save it,” Billy holds up a hand to stop her speaking. his tone is a little more level now, “I don’t need to hear you talk about how whipped he is, because I can see it. I’ve heard it all before; it’s exactly what you did to Steve, ruined him, and-”
-”okay, no, if you’d just listen-” she tries to interject, but her face becomes so hot, so obviously flushed with anger, that she stops herself. he doesn’t even have to cut her off this time; she does it for him.
-”I don’t give a shit what you do with him, to be honest,” Billy confesses, impressing even himself with how nonchalant he sounds as he does so, “but you can’t come in and ruin my relationship. I love Steve, let me tell you first-hand. you’re just gonna have to trust me on that, I’m afraid.”
-she stops for a moment, seeming pensive. she ponders for the longest time, eyeing him, and he doesn’t even dream of looking away. he simply stands before her, looking strong and unbreakable, and she finally begins to nod.
-”fine, whatever,” she eventually resigns, dropping her arms to her sides, letting them hang there limply. “but if I hear you broke his heart, I’ll be the first one onto you. we’re still close, you know - best friends, even - and-”
-this is another thing Billy won’t stand for. he just has to correct her, saying, “Robin’s his best friend.”
-”Robin?”
-”yeah, you know,” Billy explains, gesturing appropriately to various parts of his body, “short-haired Robin, eyeliner, about this tall, worked with him at Scoops...”
-a silent beat passes. “oh. right. okay.”
-”yeah, right,” he agrees, though making it obvious that his iteration means something different to hers. he gives her a look, and it takes her only a moment to give up and huff, stalking off, away from his car.
-he sighs, relieved. he’s not only glad to see her walk away, to leave him alone, but he likes that he’s finally gotten to say it. feeling lighter, he sits at the wheel. 
-there’s a burden been removed from his shoulders and, even though he’s still got a whole lot of other shit on his plate that he has to deal with, he’s glad that one’s gone. one at a time, he’ll sort through his problems.
-and, he thinks, an afterthought as he turns his car on and begins to drive away, with Steve by his side, he might not have to face them alone.
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blankietaegi · 6 years ago
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oKaY i need to stop making jungkook Drabble but i acc can’t help it. he can just be twelve different people and it’s a d o r a b l e. anyway here’s another with jungkook being a scary demon until he starts liking you for no reason. :) masterlist.
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some say that lonely people like the rain because it gives them company.
the small but loud droplets hits your window with force from its long fall. you look up at the dark clouds that hang like a black cloth. the traffic is holding its breath, everything seems tense. you of all things, are tense.
you rustle around your bed, finding a comfortable position to read the book your english teacher assigned to you. you didn’t mind reading, you liked some books. but when it comes to How To Kill A Mockingbird, your taste in books contrasted.
so you lay there, in your bed with the quilt thrown off and the pillows by your feet. you look up at the ceiling and hope to be able to speed read till the end of the book, just so you could survive your next english class.
sighing loudly, you hear a knock on the window. your attention immediately switched. a knock? on your window? didn’t seem to make sense.
so you checked to see what it was. as you pulled back your transparent blinds, your eyes twinkled in hope for something. but sadly, you were mistaken, there was no knock.
still unsure, you open the window and poke your head out. your hair catches some droplets as you do. you sigh and look down at your feet. their cold, you should probably put on some socks. you sigh and realise you’re procrastinating, again.
so you began to sit back down and re-read page 33, for the sixth time after closing the window. but just as you sit down on your bed, continuing to stare out the window, you noticed the other side of the bed is heavier than usual.
“scream and i won’t hesitate to kill you.”
the voice is a low, male voice. it’s said in a hushed whisper with the sense of a smirk. your body reacts and tenses up. a million thoughts run through your mind but sadly, you don’t have time to execute any plans. so you stay silent and let this stranger stay.
“good girl,” his voice is laced with humility. he’s teasing you.
“w-who are you?” you ask with a dry throat. he chuckles for a moment before sighing. you can feel him fall back onto the bed and you flinch as he does it. he lays there, out of the corner of your eye, you see his hands above his head but that’s all. you’re scared to turn and face him.
“you can look at me, baby.” he says. a smirk play on his lips, as you slowly turn your head to face him, the first thing you noticed are his eyes. which are a glowing shade of red. startled, you try to figure out words but none come out.
“my name is jungkook, and i’m your guardian demon.” jungkook smiles yet again.
“h-h-how-“ you stutter.
“did i get in?” he asks, dismissing your own words in a controlling manner. “didn’t your mommy ever tell you to lock your windows at night?”
you nod your head, a sudden wave of scared comes over you. if this is real, and he is a demon. you’re practically playing a game with the devil. you quickly go to run but it’s not much use. like a magnet, you are pulled back into jungkook’s grasp. his arms wrap around your sides and hold you in a tight embrace.
“don’t try to run from me.” he startles you with his low toned voice. you gulp softly and try to sit back up.
“i’m guessing you have questions, and i probably have answers.” he tells you lying back on the bed. you sit on his thighs, unsure if you can move or not.
“so, i’ll give you three questions, since i’m feeling generous.” jungkook chuckles to himself as his red orbs stare up at you.
you open your mouth, instinctively wanting to ask the question- who are you?! why are you here?! are you really a demon?! - but these questions would get you nowhere.
“what does ‘guardian demon’ mean?” you put thought into your words.
“it’s hard to explain,” jungkook sits up and stares out for some explanation.
“like a guardian angel, i protect you. but guardian angels protect you from evil, i try and protect you from the good.” he looks at you, you’re still confused.
“my job is make sure you stay humane. if you didn’t have me, you’d be classified as an angel, which means you are no longer a human being. i keep the bad in you, where it’s needed.” jungkook says. you begin to understand a bit more.
“why haven’t I met you before?” you ask your second question without much thought.
“have you met your guardian angel yet?” he asks you as you shake your head. you sadden for a bit, knowing you wasted a question.
“that’s a good question,” jungkook chuckles, giving you the benefit of the doubt.
and that’s all you can hear before the sound of snoring ricochets off of your walls. you look back, startled, and catch sight of a sleepy jungkook. his eyelids are heavy and his head if lying to one side. this boy is something different. you couldn’t deny his red eyes, so you accepted him as what he said he was.
a demon.
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after last night, jungkook stuck around for the next morning. not his greatest decision.
you were panicked. you paced around your room for the twelfth time that morning. jungkook wasn’t even sure you’d had breakfast. you were reading that dumb book all morning. since the moment you remembered it. and now you’re lying in your bed in your clothes, with no shoes on and reading the book.
jungkook groaned hearing you mummer the words as you read because you are sure that it makes you read faster. then you re-read said page because you “didn’t get anything out of it”. this set jungkook off.
in a snap of his fingers a bolt of lighting struck right outside your house. the sound startles you and you shoot up. but the lighting was gone and all you saw was an irritated jungkook sitting on a stool in front of you.
“what?” you ask defensively. jungkook proceeds to grab the book from your hands. you immediately reach to snatch it back but he raises it. higher than his head and out of his grip. now, your book was levitating above.
“jungkook! get that down! i need it for today!” you look jungkook dead in his red eyes. almost bored, he tosses it across the room. you then huffs and remains in a arms crossed position.
once your book hits the floor you go and grab it. you flick through the pages trying to find 115, where you left off. you speed read till the next chapter.
as a random change of emotion, jungkook hands go down by his side. he keeps his back to you but his head raises.
“you won’t need to read it.” he speaks softly. you look at him in confusion and scoff at his childish antics.
“my professor is expecting this read jungkoo-“ you explain but don’t get to finish his name before he interrupts you.
“unfortunately, your professor will not be attending class today,” jungkook turns to look at you.
“he’s gotten a bad case of the flu.” he has a sadistic smile. just then, you realise what he had done.
“jungkook!” you exclaim.
“how could you do this?! what the fuck!” you stare at him in anger while shouting and his eyebrows raise. he was wondering why you were angry at him.
“wait, hold up at second,” jungkook turns around at an abnormal pace with startles you. he looks you dead in the eye, confusion. you bite your inner lip, preparing for some kind of soul sucking or death. but jungkook just simply stares into your eyes, unbearably serious. you stare back, not to scare him back, but in fear. you just angered a fucking demon!
“y/n...” his low, deep voice trails off as he looks you up and down. you gulp, the sound so loud you wonder if you could hear it. considering how close he was, he probably did.
“how the fuck can you be angry at me?!” jungkook pulls back as it takes you a moment to process what he was saying. you smile and hunch over, your heart racing. jungkook, still comepltelt serious, is confused by your reaction. you catch his confusion and try to explain yourself while laughing.
“oh my god, i thought you were going to kill me!” you shout, giggling the entire time. jungkook, only noticing his tone now, smiles slightly and rolls his eyes. jungkook folds his arms and enjoys the giggling ball of mess in front of him, which was you.
it’s only now that jungkook sees the little dimples you have, that some people mightn’t count as dimples but are. he notices your eyes, how they close slightly when your show that amazing smile. jungkook only notices now that you cover your mouth when you laugh, and snort sometimes.
overwhelmed, jungkook whispers a soft “wow” while he stays there, staring at you. you wipe the happy tears from your eyes and look back up at jungkook, he’s in a daze. you tilt your head and wave your hand in front of him, taking him out of his world.
“jungkook? you okay?” you ask, concern dripping from your voice. jungkook’s smile widens after you show your concern, if that’s even possible.
“i’m perfectly fine.” he answers, all cuddly and soft inside. you sigh, tired after the late night and sudden laughter.
tirelessly, you fall on your bed, jungkook following you. you both lie next to each other, staring up at the same ceiling. that’s what you think, but sercretly, jungkook is staring at you, because he’s in such awe at your presence. without noticing jungkook’s gaze, you slowly drift asleep, mouth slightly open.
“what you do to a demon.” jungkook whispers, wishing he could tell you everything going in his mind about you. all the little details, all the new feelings he has just from making you laugh.
jungkook tries not to think on it to much. he’s here for a different purpose, not to fall in love with you...
although that does sound like a great idea.
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Black and Blue part1 - Chanyeol!Demon AU
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‘I’m sorry, what?‘ ‘You heard what I said girly, now don’t make me wait, I am a busy man,‘ he says so confidently. You feel a rush of despair and stress wash over you as you watch him casually lounge on your couch. ‘But,‘ you stammer, ‘what even are you?‘ He chuckles. ‘I’m the devil,‘ he says as if it’s the most obvious thing there is. You nod as a cold chill rolls down you spine. He seems to be pleased with the response.  ‘What if I say no?‘ You question. The man, the devil, stands up and shows you a pair of beautiful blue eyes that turn back to black. ‘Then I take your soul for wasting my time,‘ he says as he leans over you, ‘I’ll send one of my minions tomorrow to settle the deal.‘ And with that, he’s gone. Just turned into dust.
What the hell have you called upon yourself?
The morning light peeks through the window as you make yourself breakfast. Waking up wasn’t a problem for a change, mostly because you didn’t sleep in the first place. You are still in a state of extreme stress after what happened last night. It took you a while to even come to the conclusion that it wasn’t a bad dream, but when you came to that conclusion you got even more stressed than you already were. Needless to say, you are extremely tired. The sudden ring of your doorbell makes you shiver. He'd send one of his minions he said. There's a big chance that that's his minion, a demon. You don't want to open the door, but if you waste more of his time the consequences might be even worse. You wouldn't want a clash with the devil. You open to find a beautiful man with tar black eyes staring at you. The man is much less than the devil, but you still feel like you are just a puddle at his feet. This man is much less muscular and much more feminine than the devil. You feel less like a woman in his presence. 'Good morning,' he says politely, 'my name is Baekhyun. I was send by the devil, I have a contract for you.' You let him in and he takes his shoes off at the door unlike the visitor from last night. Then again, he didn't really enter through the door yesterday. 'So, explain to me how this works,' you say as nerves run through your body. ‘I am going to explain the terms and conditions to you, we will negotiate over some conditions if you dare, and then you sign,' he explains. 'That sounds very sinister.' 'It's supposed to.' You sigh. 'Okay, let's just get this over with.‘ The man whips out a page and lays it on the kitchen table as he takes a seat. The page contains only a few lines of text and a big space to sign. You take a seat on the other side of the table. 'The devil will grant you the live of your cousin back, along with the punishment of the ones who killed her. In return, the devil will gain acces to your body whenever he may want to use it,' the man explains. 'May I add an condition to that?' The man looks surprised at your words. It almost seems like he's never heard someone who wanted to add conditions to a contract with the devil. 'You may,' he says, 'but if you do, I can't guaranty the contract will go through as promised.' You nod and take a deep breath. 'My body will be at his disposal, but not when I'm at work, with friends, or with family.' 'So what you're saying is he can only come to you in your own house when you're alone?' 'I didn't say that,' you say stubbornly. 'Fine,' he says and stands up, 'I'll discus it with the big boss. I'll be back tonight.' For some reason, the fact that you spoke up about your doubts made you feel better. Yet the fact that this man was so uncertain about your future if you added conditions made you worry a little, but you already sold your body so how much worse could it get?
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ASTRO
because titles are original
ok so i’m probably going to put a “read more” because i’m about to get emotional over astro and i don’t wanna ruin anyone’s dash either jlkfgdfjlkgf, pls be aware it’s midnight and i’m emo
I’ve discovered ASTRO on aug 2, 2017, by a friend (kis ily) who shared me their famous “catching cicada” video (and tbh I laugh more to this than anything else even now). Last year then, I got interested in them and thanks to friends I was able to know more about them, which members, etc. and I had that massive crush on Dongmin that I still have, he’s my UB and no one will ever make me think otherwise,,,,
So by their CSC comeback I had listened to their singles and they weren’t really part of my life, I loved them a lot so I listened sometimes to their songs but that was most of it, I had school & a bunch of other stuff going on and I was 14, I didn’t know stuff about kpop and so I had no idea of how comebacks worked. On november though, like the 1st of november, I saw their Music Bank CSC comeback and oof was I amazed. Like I think I sat in front of my TV for 5 minutes because I wanted to know if they were going to do it again jgfdljdg
So CSC became one of my Favourite Songs Ever and I got more into astro from then, knowing more about them, their past, their dramas, and all that kind of stuff, their famous memes (hi dongminion) but it wasn’t that much still.
In january 2018, I had a twitter acc that is now suspended but i saw their ISAC and I had finally downloaded most of their songs, plus I had kpop friends in my class and I was like pls stan them i love them and that allowed me to know more about kpop in general (I only stanned astro and knew some other groups but that’s all), and so it was the nicest moments, listening to astro while getting back from school, before sleeping, and because I loved them so much I decided to try and learn korean so that I could say something cool if I ever met them (plot twist: im bad at it). I would celebrate the members’ birthdays and I started my first and probably only one at this point binu fic, and I fell in love with Dongmin even more I guess.
I don’t really remember the date but in march something the fantagio drama started and oh boy was I worried, I legit cried a lot during that time because I was worried and couldn’t sleep properly, because they had brought a lot of positivity for me and hope, I’ll get to that later but yeah you have the point.
And then, I got really confused with school, friendships, dealing with that kind of stuff was complicated and my twitter acc + first tumblr acc got suspended for no reason apparently, so even though I kept on listening to astro I wasn’t really aware of what they were doing, I had some news but there wasn’t any comeback and with what was happening it would’ve been hard to see one. From march to june, I had exams + personal stuff and shit was hard to deal with, so like some people in the fandom who had personal things I didn’t hear much from astro except for big news. I still don’t understand the whole fantagio drama but I was already lost in my life.
When I learnt they would have their comeback in july, on the 24th, I cried, when I saw Always You for the first time, I cried, and well I cried while listening to all of the album that’s not a surprise. I was so, so, so, so, so, so happy they could perform again, that they didn’t disband, that they were there, I could see them, their hard work, the lyrics to their songs that made me cry even more, I’m a crying mess but I was honestly so happy I kept on screaming for 8h that day. 
Which brings us to now, it’s the 15th of august, and that chronology would be a perfect way to sum up how astro led me to who I am now, if I didn’t talk about the emotional aspect.
Last october, I turned 15, and at this time I questioned myself on so many things, gender identity, sexuality, my future, and I was so confused about everything and I kept it all to myself and wasn’t able to be happy. So on that nov 2, 2017, I think I had given up on understanding anything at this moment, I saw their Music Bank CSC comeback. My thought while seeing Dongmin, all of astro while they performed? “That’s who I wanna be. I wanna be like them.” There’s a 0% chance I will end up becoming Dongmin ofc but I had found a model for my life, someone to get attached to so I wouldn’t be depressed anymore, or I would get happier and be able to live properly. Which I did, I was really happy and even though times weren’t the simplest, that’s when I aspired to become someone astro could be proud of, that’s still my goal today.
Astro had helped me during that time, and I didn’t know that but they would help me a lot. There was a super interesting twitt thread on how kpop/biases are models and lift people’s spirits up, and I think that happened to me. Since I’m depressed, I had many low times, and guess what musics would I listen to during those times? Yeah, you got it. Baby or Breathless are songs that instantly make me feel better, most of their songs do actually, but that helped me so much, I could dance (plot twist: im bad at this too) to their songs freely, I can’t learn the choregraphies properly but just dancing to their songs is incredible.
That’s what, with a lot of positivity in early 2018, helped me be someone reasonable, I was proud of myself, I loved astro, my friends, my boyfriend, etc. I was really happy and I got to know more people because of kpop too (I got into nct, got7, exo, and a bunch of other groups) so that really was a good time.
I was so, so afraid when the fantagio drama started, and I don’t really know what happened at this point, things are still confused in my mind but I still listened to astro whenever I could, whether I was in a good mood or in a bad mood. And then, in april-may, I did things, that I’m not proud of, and thanks to a lot of help and astro I was able to get together better. All of this because “I can become someone astro would be proud of, I don’t owe them anything but they’re what’s keeping me in shape somehow”, and just jamming to their songs is the perfect feeling.
I love and love astro more than any other kpop group, because I learnt their hard times, their best moments, their fears, and when they had their comeback last month, I felt relieved. I had been maybe at my worst in april/may/june, but with them, I found a new reason to smile, because I couldn’t just drop them after all the fears, stress, obstacles they’ve been through for their comeback, even to just work. “If astro went through it, I can go through it so that I’ll be able to be a better person”. It seems harsh but it’s surprisingly a motto I still have, I don’t seek on making things difficult and worse for me, but I was somehow more able to separate the real difficulties for me from things that I shouldn’t take care of.
On aug, 2, 2018, I did the thing i’m not proud of again, maybe some of it have guessed it but that’s not the point. I know I’ll forever regret it, because I did it after being clean for 2 months, and on my birthday-of-knowing-astro, astro which has been the group to help me the most during last year and this year, and it’ll take time for me to fully assume my actions and their consequences. Even though I got support from friends, especially from two really close to mine (kis and nicole ily), I won’t be fully capable of not hating me for having done this.
But I know, at the end of the day, that I’ll be able to go through it. Why? “Because I can still be someone astro would be proud of”. It’s naive from me to believe astro would even care about me particularly, but I don’t care and if this helps me to get better, then so be it. I have no contract or deal with astro that tells me that I have to have them as models, but I will continue to admire them.
Astro has probably been one of the hardest-working groups I’ve ever seen, I’m not saying other groups are lazy but they’ve had already a ton of comebacks, events, astroads, fanmeetings, kdramas, events, mc duties to be in, and I’ve never heard bad things about them. Ofc haters are a thing, and a lot of kpop groups have hard work, but they are the only group that I know that have put all their time and energy for that, and most importantly, they kept on smiling. They’re the group I love the most, because they don’t complain, they’re all talented in their own ways, my bias may be Dongmin but let me go to hell if I say that I don’t like any of the other members. I could quote their qualities forever, they’re not perfect of course but they put dedication, time, love, work, their own fears, doubts, or happiness into these albums. Plus, they’re always excited as puppies for everything, they’re all cute, visuals, if I see a picture of them I can’t stop smiling for 3h,,,
So astro has been a really important part of my life, yes. Whatever astro does, as long as it’s not harmful to people, I’ll be by their side, I like to hear from them, see them, support them in any way I can, reblog, like, tweet, whatever I can do to be someone they would be proud of, even if they don’t know me.
Through all the things they lived, and did, I was able to live too, that’s why astro is and will forever be my UG, and Dongmin is my ideal man, wait no all of them are my ideal men, in terms of who I want to be. If they chose us, arohas, if they’re always going to choose you, then I will always choose them.
It’s now 1am, almost 2, and I haven’t stopped writing since midnight,,,, I’m tired help me
TL;DR: I’m very proud of ASTRO, they have That Power of making me happy, I said I didn’t owe them anything since they don’t know me but I owe them my life. I will always, always, thank them all for what they’ve done. Maybe I’m being an extreme fan but I don’t really care as long as I don’t turn into a harmful fan. They led me to a better life already, and I’ll forever be thankful to them, even if they don’t know me, even if they don’t know that story.
you can reblog this or like this, i don’t rlly care, i felt like i had the need to explain that today (it’s a special day for me too!!) and if yall leave replies ill be the happiest man on earth tbh. ty to those who read the whole thing, yall know about my life with astro and im glad if it helps you know me better! 
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The Louisiana Uproar - Chapter 5
Summary: The media causes hysteria regarding “The Black Phantom”.  Donovan’s plan for the New Bordeaux take over is coming together. Dottie negotiates with the new underbosses. Tickfaw Harbor is seized.
*M/F Oral Sex Scene Alert*
“Hey.” Donovan greets me when I enter the motel.
“Morning, my friend.”
“Good job in River Row. Lincoln was impressed.” He says, “Anyway, we just took Pointe Verdun.”  He goes through his drawer. “This should cover any expenses.” “How much is this?” I say feeling the stack. “Two thousand, five hundred.” My eyes get wide, then I try to fix them. “So what’s next?” “Good question.” He looks at me. “Shall I run you through the game plan?” “Yes, please.” “This is exclusive shit.” He says, walking up to his wall. It’s decorated even more with pictures, sticky notes, and writing. “Marcano’s going legit.” Donovan take a puff of his cigarette. “He wants to open a Casino.” “No easy feat: Gambling is illegal.”
“Yeah, and anything is possible in Marcano’s world.” Okay? “He’s working to get gambling legalized. He wants out of the life.” Again, okay? “It’s our job to cut off his options. The ways he makes money, people he has in his pocket, so on and so forth.” “I’m not going to touch anyone.”  “No, no. You won’t, my little finance genius.” He says, “But as you witnessed about Ol’ Lincoln in River Row. He can be quite destructive.”
“No shit?” “No shit.” He chuckles. “It’s gonna take money. I need you for resources, to calculate the decision he’s making.” He unsticks a paper from his board. “These are the resources we have.” I see car delivery, consiglieri, arms dealer. “Whenever Lincoln uses their services, they will contact you for payment.” “I can do that.” “There’s a consiglieri number there. For this project, she reports to you.” “What does she do?” I feel dumb for asking. “Lincoln has three underbosses report to him---including Vito. As they make their money, the provide a cut of the profits, she’ll get it and store it-” “And I’ll need to keep track of it.” “Now we’re talking.” He nods. “That’s the job.”
“Should I quit my job at the dock?”
“I’d say this job will take up a lot of your time.” And I’ll be happier.
“Vito may have side projects for me.” “Take them. If you have the bandwidth.”
“I’m gonna go quit.” The motel’s front door opens. “Where ya’ at, Lincoln?” “Hey.” He nods to both of us. “Ready to go have the conversation?” “Ready when you are.” John looks at me. “Dottie, you’re in with us. Quit later.” I guess, I’m just missing work today
I sat in a fake ice cream truck, next to John Donovan, listening in on Lincoln’s meeting with the underbosses.
“Hey, nice speech and all.” John pulls up to Lincoln. “Think they bought it?” “Don’t care.” Lincoln inhales his smoke. “They’re all too greedy, or too pissed off at Marcano, to back out now.”
“At least until one of them decides to try to crown on for size.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He pauses. “The photos were good and all, but I need some actionable intel. Place of business.”
“The dossiers are almost complete.” He says. “I’ll be ready to move when you are. I’ve also lined up some concerned citizens, who are more than willing to share some information on Sal’s coalition of wop assholes. Information on how to contact them will be included with the other intel.” “Appreciate it.” “Sure you don’t need a ride?” I speak up. “I do my own driving.” Lincoln nods. “Woooo.” John teases before driving off with me.
I didn’t actually quit at the port. Instead, I’m choosing to never come back---Rick will get the point. The only person that I wanted to give my notice to was Vito.
When I arrived to his office, another woman was in his office.
“Oh, sorry for interrupting!” I turn to head back out of the door. “It’s fine, Dottie.” Vito says. “We’re wrapping up. Have you two met?” “I don’t believe so.” The woman stands. She’s taller than me. Thick accent. “This is Dottie. Another close associate of mine. Dottie, this is Alma.” “Pleasure to meet you, Alma.” Is she sizing me up? She nods and passes me to the door. Vito must have a thing for ethnic women, I chuckle at the thought.
“Bad time?” “No. What’s up, kid?”
“I quit at the port. I’m sure it’s stating the obvious but I’m not coming back.”
“Yeah.”
“I made a lot of money with- for calculating some damages.” The thought hits me. “I don’t have to go back to D.C. I don’t want to.” “Well, we both didn’t want that.” “Yeah.” I pauses. “Are you gonna miss me?” “Of course.” He chuckles. “Don’t be a stranger.” “I won’t.” I lean forward and whisper, “I can’t be. Now that you know the plan.” “I do...know the plan.” He nods having his drink. “How ya feeling about all this?” “I feel better that you’re with us.” I start. “It’s nice having someone that I know.” “Hey. Same here.”
“Vito. Aren’t you worried about still staying here? About all of this.” I start to run on about my fear of getting attack by Marcano’s boys.
“I’ve lost a lot. At least you’ll be where I can see you.” I know he has. “It’ll be alright, Dot. You’re as smart, beautiful as your are. That says something.” he continues. “It’s almost kind of an honor sitting next to ya. You just shine in my eyes. That’s my true feeling.” “Is it the only feeling?” “What?” What if I kissed you right now, Vittorio? What the hell. I’m right, I don’t know if either of us will die tomorrow.  Our eyes stay locked and I move to his side of his desk.
Softly, I plant a kiss on his forehead. No reaction from Vito, so I place a kiss on his lips. He’s still, but I can feel his effort. I pull away and move to get on my knees. I start to undo his belt.  Just once, I look him in the eye to ask him if it’s alright.
“You sure you wanna do that?” He takes my hand.
“Yes.” He lets go and lets me continue.
I knew it was time to go after he finished. It’s a quiet exit, I raise back to my feet and fix my dress. Wiping some matter from the side of my lip, I speak up:
“I’ll see you around, Vito.”
“Yeah. Be careful out there.”
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With that, the “Blue Gulf” Motel in the Delray Hollow is my new office. It’s a tiny space. I sit in the tac center with John Donovan. He’s an eccentric soul, and he’s teaching me a lot---even if it’s unconventional. This is not a Monday through Friday job, but I’m used to that. John is the person I see more often than anyone else.
When I arrive to the motel, I am alone. “John?” I call out. No response. I turn the radio on and get started. My recent project has been paying back everything from the River Row, Pointe Verdun, and Delray Hollow acquisition. “Morning Sunshine.” “Hey, where have you been?” I ask.
“Hmm, pushy, are you?” He puts a coffee on my desk. “I was gathering some intel.” He walks to his desk and shuffles papers. Lincoln’s thinking about Tickfaw Harbor, next.
“Hmmm. What’s over there?” “....You tell me.” He gestures to the board. “It’s here for a reason.” I freeze before walking to it. I found Tickfaw Harbor’s boss, Frank Pagani, it looks like he reports to Tommy Marcano.
“Smuggling and Auto theft.”
“Right.”
It’s no longer shocking for me to turn on the television to see the destruction in New Bordeaux. Two weeks ago, it was River Row. Now it was Tickfaw. My roommates are damn near fearful to leave the house. “The Black Phantom” is what the media named him. They said he would kill indiscriminately men, women, no matter the race. I guess that was true. My dad still offers to buy me a plane ticket home, until the catch the maniac.
I am in my first week at the Motel, full time. I don’t know how I can leave at this point. Don’t get me wrong. I’m still fearful, but not of Lincoln Clay. I fear the cops, Marcano’s boys. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one.
“Betty?” I call out a woman’s name. I’m meeting her at a restaurant in River Row. The heavier set woman turns to me with a warm smile. “I’m Dottie.”
“Pleased to meet your acquaintance.”
“Certainly.” We shake hands and I gesture to where my purse is. “I grabbed a seat.”
“Could I have a scotch on the rocks?” Betty asks the waitress. She turns back to me. “Cigarette?”
“I’d love one.” Shit, I could really use one. We both light and take a breath in. As I breathe out, I try to relax. “So, Vito mentions you as best in the game. I know what you will be doing but what happens once you have it?”
We became like girlfriends during that conversation. I got the information I needed. “So, what are you?” “Oh, I do alittle of this and a little of that.” I think to the moment when I told Vito that I was a book-keeper for the black mob. “Projects.” “I see.” “Vito told me I’d meet you.” She lets out another breath of smoke. “That you’re smart.” Thanks, Vito. “I think he’s right, Cher.” “Well, Vito says you’re the best and I believe that too.” “Oh honey, there are so many more that I can offer.”
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“Donovan.” I say to break up the silence. “Jetson.” He responds before looking at me. “I think prior to our first sitdown. We should see which crew can offer what.”
“Elaborate.” “Well, we know we have resources.” I shrug. “Supplied from each boss, maybe to things in their favor, they can pay for a service. It can get us a better deal.” “Ah, I thought of something like that. The problem is ---” He pauses. “There is no problem. You will do it.” “Do what?” “It can’t be mandatory. Someone needs to strongly encourage them. You get the information and you give an estimate.” No thanks. “Dottie, if someone wants to try the crown on for size. We don’t need them knowing who I am.” “Should I wear a gun?” “Always, but I doubt you’ll need it---for them.” He says, “You’re the one trying to benefit them.” “Yeah.” I let out a sigh.  He pats his desk.
“Find their address and say hello. Soon.” Donovan flashes me a smile before getting back to work.
“John, if they know me---my name.” I pause. “I could die or go to jail.” Jail is worse.
“Yeah, you could.” He doesn’t even look at me.
I spent the night trying to figure which boss to visit first. I had notes on address and talking points.
Cassandra:
Guns Resource
Publicly uses haitian accent
Thomas Burke:
Car theft resource
Horrible Temper
Asshole
Vito Scaletta:
Old School Mafia
Mob Doctor
Friend
I knew Vito would be easiest, but I was already in the Hollow. Donovan didn’t leave me empty handed. He gave me an angle to speak to them.
I walk into the “Pierced Heart” voodoo shop. There is a woman with an Haitian accent. She’s making a sell. “I’ll be right with you.” She calls out to me. “Take your time.” I’m nervous, I try to browse. Voodoo, huh? Creepy.
“Could I help you with anything?” She finally gets to me. “I’m-on business of Lincoln Clay.” I’m speaking in a low voice, though we’re alone.
“Of who?” “You know what I’m talking about.” I try to make my voice harder. “He didn’t mention that he’s sending someone.” “This is just a quick conversation.” I shake my head. I need to identify myself. “I’m Dorothy. I process incoming and outgoing payments.” “I’ve heard about you. Young.” She observes me. It’s now revealed that she was Baka’s business associate, I wonder if she called the attack on me. “Did you serve in ‘Nam as well?” “No, madam.”
“Tea?” “I’ll be quick. I want to make sure there is a fair game out there.” I lean closer. “I’ve received some offerings from other bosses to try to sway us in their direction.” “And you want to be fair?” She chuckles. I can that she’s being condescending.
“I wouldn’t blame Lincoln in taking these to consider. It’s a competitive market.” She starts making tea. “Do what you want, sister.” “I appreciate that.” “Take some time to think about if you wanna take part.” I nod. “Have someone call me. I’ll be at my desk all Sunday night.”
I make it to the diner in Southdowns about thirty minutes before it’s time. At least it gives me a minute to breathe. My arms were shaking while driving this morning. Now, it’s showtime.
“You made it.” “Of course, I made it.” He takes a seat.  “So, do you wanna talk about work first or wait?” “Well now that I know you have something work related.” “I just-  you had an idea a while back and it’s happening.” I try to seem nonchalant. “The other underbosses have been trying to sweeten the deal to sway Lincoln in their favor.” “Told you.” “I think you should consider it, too.”
“I’m sure Lincoln would love that idea.” “Right. That’s why I think you should take part.”
“Thanks, kid.” You’re welcome? “Here’s my desk number. Call me on Sunday if you have suggestions.” “Sure, kid.” He shrugs. “Gotta tell ya. Both rackets are Italian, but if you think I need some insurance.” A smile forms on my face again. “Trust me.”
After lunch with Vito, I traveled to Burke’s Iron and Metal, to see the owner. “Hold on, lass.” A man says as I get out of my vehicle. “If you car needs to be worked on, it goes up to the garage.”
“I’m actually here to see Burke.” He chuckles at me. “Thomas.”
“On what business?” “Lincoln Clay.” He’s silent and he leaves for a moment. He returns shortly and I follow him inside. I see a man working under a car. “Thomas Burke. I’m Dorothy. I assist Lincoln Clay.” “He didn’t mention anyone being by.”
“I’m-here to have a conversation with you.” I start. “The other bosses have been suggesting things they can add to push Lincoln in their favor.”
“Like what” “Paying for a service, offering upgrades, things like that. I wanted to be fair and let you know.”
“Well, if you wanted to be fair. You wouldn’t accept them.” Asshole. “Can you really blame Lincoln for taking that into consideration?” I see a woman come from around the car. She has red hair. “Nicki Burke.” We shake hands. “Well take into consideration.” I like her and we’re still shaking hands.
“Here’s my number. I’ll be around my desk all day on Sunday.” “Thank you.”
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“Hey.” John is listening to his wire tap machine. “Where ya at?” “Pagani died during your little field trip.” He turns his face to me. “Maybe they’ll want the land bad enough that they’ll call.” “I hope. I’ll be in here crunching numbers. That, or I have to sit and listen to you.” “Believe it or not, I have work to do, too.”
The first part of the day was uneventful, more accounts payable work. “I’m bored.” “Really? I got some research you can do?” “Can it be on Tony Derazio? I love him.” “Love him? Why do you love him?” “Because I want to be him, someday.” I lean forward. “That...actually makes sense.” “Can you confirm if it’s true that never leaves his office at the Royal Hotel.” “I can.” he rolls his eyes. “It seems he does.” “Sammy used to tell me things about him.” “So...what do you wanna do, Dot?” He asks, “All of this works out and we’re still alive--- you want your own rackets?” “That’s a good question.” My phone rings so I take it. “Dorothy.” “Hi Dorothy.” I hear a southern accent on the other end of the phone. “This is Nicki Burke.” “Great to hear from you.” I give John a thumbs up. “Did you think of it?” “We did. We’re willing to pay for one service, and we have a resource that would allow Lincoln to bribe the cops.
The final two calls came in shortly after that. I wound up spending the night on one of Donovan’s double beds because I was working late. When I woke, I could hear the sound of two men speaking in the Tac center.
“Morning Sunshine.” John greets me. “Hey, are we good to move to a sitdown?” “Tonight.” “Vito is still the best option.” I point to the chalk board. “I took a look at how Vito’s team is making money versus if we took the Racket and gave it to Burke, for example. It’s a loss. Don’t do it.” I say, “But Vito is making the best money with what we have to work with.” Lincoln gives me an inquisitive look and I get silent. John gives me a look to continue. “It’s your decision, of course, but I’d say keep on going what you’ve been doing.” “Thanks.” He leaves. “Hey, I don’t care what you’re up to today. Just make sure you’re here at 5:30.” He follows after Lincoln.
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"Eric?" Fox tried again, her hand stilling on his arm.
Eric turned his head, his eyes trailing sluggishly to meet Fox's. Recognition flared slowly in his gaze and his lips curved into a sleepy smile. At his sides, his hands twitched spasmodically and Eric's forehead furrowed instantly in confusion. He still wasn't able to move. Panic began to rise in his eyes again.
"F-Fox?" His voice has hoarse and raspy from the tube. "I can't move-"
Fox quickly stood and leaned over Eric, cupping his face; if Eric started struggling now, started trying to throw his colossal body around, then someone was going to get hurt. She was relieved the doctor hadn't spoken yet, Eric didn't take kindly to doctors at the best of times, Fox didn't need any more problems right now.
"Eric," Fox kept her voice soft but firm. "Look at me." Eric locked his gaze on her, the stormy grey depths dark with fear and confusion. "You were in an accident, but you're okay now."
"An acc-, what?" Eric started coughing, his throat damaged from the breathing tube.
Fox stroked her thumbs over his cheekbones and said gently, "you broke your back but-"
Eric exploded, or tried to; again, his limbs wouldn't cooperate and Fox was able to push his head and shoulders back down onto the bed. Equal parts fear and rage boiled in Eric's eyes.
"I broke my fucking back! I'm fucking paralyzed?" He spat.
Fox couldn't stop a grin, this was more like the real Eric, alive and kicking; dropping F-bombs everywhere. She sensed the doctor and nurse tense behind her, ready to help, but she didn't need them and they settled back. Eric saw them however and raised his head to look at them.
"Who the fuck-"
Fox pushed his head back down and said more sharply. "Dammit, lay still and listen to me, Coulter!"
Unwillingly, Eric pulled his angry gaze from the doctor and focussed back on Fox, his shoulders stayed tense under her hands. Fox's glare warned Eric to stay silent and listen to her.
"You were in an accident coming back from Amity. Your truck rolled and you were crushed beneath it-" Of course, Eric wouldn't stay silent.
"Tucker? What about Fisher and Stein?"
"Fisher lived, Tucker and Stein were killed."
Fresh pain flared in Eric's eyes. Whether or not these men had been Eric's friends, they had been men under his command, and like any leader worth their rank, Eric felt remorse. "And I broke my back. So I'm paralyzed, right?"  
Eric looked away quickly but not before Fox saw a thousand thoughts run through his eyes. Fox, the twins. I can't..... I'll be factionless, Max will banish me. I can't live like this. I can't expect Fox to stay with me like this. I'm not-
"Eric."
Eric met her eyes again and Fox saw the depth of pain and fear in them. Pain and fear he would only show to her.
Please don't leave me, he pleaded.
I'm not going anywhere you big ox, Fox grinned.
Clearing her throat, Fox continued what she'd been trying to say for awhile now. "You broke your back, but we used a massive amount of healing serum and everything's regenerated. You're healed completely."
"Then why can't I fucking move?" Eric growled.
The doctor stepped forward, and Eric's glare shot back to him. The doctor faltered only slightly before continuing. "Your spine has been regenerated, but your nerves need time to catch up. You will be able to move soon, within a few days; but you'll experience some weakness and strange sensations until then."
Eric looked ready to spit something unpleasant in return but Fox pushed his shoulders sharply to get his attention. His glare transferred to her, faltered when it met her own furious stare.
The doctor watched their silent conversation, fascinated. Neither his volatile patient nor his fiery wife spoke a word out loud, but they were saying a shit load to each other through their eyes. He couldn't decipher what was being said, but eventually Eric's bulky shoulders relaxed under her touch and the doctor exhaled quietly in relief. It was a common Erudite belief that Dauntless was overrun by uncouth savages and brutish Neanderthals, so Eric's initial reaction had been expected, but what he hadn't expected was the way Fox had been able to calm him, the way he responded to her and her alone. Love and trust of that depth and degree was unheard of in Erudite, and the doctor felt a distinct pang of envy; he wished his wife and himself shared a bond like that, wished they could gaze at each other as if they were each other's world. Fox reached up from Eric's shoulder to cup his cheek again and Eric leaned his head into her palm and closed his eyes, like a savage beast tamed.
Fox sat back down heavily, looking every inch a seven-months pregnant woman, and sighed. Eric's hand twitched again; no doubt he wanted to comfort Fox, and he snarled in frustration when it didn't respond. Fox stroked down his bicep and shushed him; she looked back up at the doctor and nurse, raising her eyebrow in a 'try again' gesture. The doctor cleared his throat and continued.
"Tomorrow morning we will start with rigorous physiotherapy to retrain and restart your nervous system. I don't anticipate it taking more than a week before we start noticing real results-"
"It better not take a fucking week, I have shit to do-"
Fox stopped Eric before he could get started again, her gaze sharp and they narrowed their eyes at each other in a silent but swift war. Eric huffed and dropped his head back down onto the pillow, obviously the loser. The doctor continued.
"I believe you will return to full functioning quickly, but you will unfortunately have some side effects as you regain movement. You will have periods of weakness, of strange sensations and possibly even phantom or unexplained pain....you most likely will start to suffer from nightmares as well, the rest of my patients did."
"Nightmares?" Eric asked, his gaze flicking between Fox and the doctor.
"Yes, Eric in order to-" the doctor stopped as Fox turned her head and flashed him a look eerily similar to her mate's. He nodded and took a step back.
Fox turned back to Eric. "Baby, in order to get enough healing serum into you to make a difference, they had to put you in a coma. That's why your throat is so sore, you've had a breathing tube. And.....everyday we had to wake you up to test whether the serum was working. You don't remember now, but you will soon and that's what the nightmares will be."
"What happened when I woke up that's going to give me nightmares?"
Fox exhaled and dropped her head. After a moment she raised it again and the doctor could tell by the sudden expression on Eric's face that Fox was silently crying and that he wanted nothing more than to move his arms and comfort her. "It was awful, Eric. You were in absolute agony, and so confused. You panicked and tried to thrash around. You were restrained and trying to scream around the throat tube.....it was..... I tried to comfort you and I couldn't, you were in too much pain." Fox dropped her head again and let out a sob. With a helpless growl Eric threw his head back against the pillow, his hands twitching again but no more. Eric's face twisted in pain, he hurt seeing Fox cry.
Wanting to give them some time alone, the doctor turned and pulled the nurse along with him, silently leaving the room.
"Baby, please....look at me," Eric pleaded as the door shut.
Sniffing, Fox raised her head and Eric grimaced at her expression.
"Please don't cry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I can't stand to see you cry and not be able to do anything about it." Tears formed in his eyes and he dropped his head back on the pillow, swallowing hard. His hands twitched again, the muscles in his forearms jumping slightly too and Eric growled low in frustration.
Fox took a deep breath and scrubbed at her eyes. She looked back over at Eric and reached over, lightly touching his hand. Eric inhaled sharply.
"What?" Eric?"
Eric shook his head slowly then murmured. "It....felt different....you touching me. Like the doctor said, strange sensations? I didn't really pay attention before."
"Does it hurt?"
"No, it's just different, a little like being drunk..... a little tingly?"
"Does this make it worse?" Fox asked, stroking the back of his hand a little harder.
"Not worse...just a little stronger.....fuck, this better not last. I want to touch you....I want to fuck you so bad."
Fox smirked, Eric never had a problem speaking his mind. She stood. "Horny and temporarily paralyzed. Would you settle for cuddling?"
Eric grinned lazily back at her and nodded.
"Wait a minute," Fox turned abruptly and left the room, leaving Eric puzzled. She returned a few minutes later, biting back a grin.
"What?" Eric asked, half-suspicious, half-intrigued.
Fox turned the lock on the door and Eric's heart sped up.
"Fox?"
Fox sauntered to Eric's bedside and stopped, trailed a finger along the bed rail. She looked up at him through the curtain of her hair. Eric watched her, his heart beginning to race as Fox leaned over to whisper to him.
"I asked your nurse if you could handle some 'physio' tonight.” She licked her bottom lip then bit it.
“Yeah?” Eric asked gutturally, feeling his cock start to get hard.
“She said you’re in for a rough night either way, as your nerves start waking up and firing....so, do you want to have some fun first? Something to tide you over? She assured me you‘re capable and that she‘ll make sure we‘re left alone for awhile.” Fox’s voice dropped low and Eric started breathing heavier.
“Don’t tease me baby, you know I want to, but I can’t fucking move.”
Fox smiled, “guess I’m in control then, you get to just lay back and enjoy the ride.” She stood up straight and glanced back at Eric’s hospital gown, now tented over his groin.
“That’s a yes, huh?” Fox murmured.
Eric’s eyes grew wide as Fox kicked off her boots and socks, then shimmied out of her jeans and underwear, pushing them slowly down her thighs, keeping her eyes on Eric the whole time. His breath hitched as Fox shoved the bed rail down then slowly lifted her leg to straddle him. As she settled slowly down onto his hips Eric exhaled hard, his pulse racing. His hands twitched, trying desperately to reach up and Fox gently grabbed them and rested them on the tops of her thighs. Eric groaned and licked his lips, eyes hungry.
“You want more?” Fox purred, grinning as Eric growled low in his throat.
Biting her lip, Fox grabbed the bottom hem of her t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her head. Holding Eric’s gaze, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, tossed it carelessly away. She watched as Eric’s gaze travelled rapidly over her body, taking in her new rounded curves, the larger swell of her belly and her heavier breasts.
“Fuck baby, you look amazing.” Eric moaned.
Fox lifted his hands from her thighs and rested them on her abdomen, running them in gentle circles and Eric started to pant.
“Feel good?” Fox murmured.
“Oh fuck yeah.”
“Now?” Fox teased, lifting his hands higher and cupping her breasts. Eric dropped his head back and groaned roughly.
“Feel okay, not too tingly?”
“I don’t care, don’t fucking stop.” Eric breathed. He growled as Fox set his hands back down on the bed, his growl deepening as Fox lifted her hips off of his. The growl turned hungry again as Fox lifted Eric’s gown up and pushed it up his torso, exposing his abdomen and scratching her nails back down.
“Now?” Fox purred.
“Fuck, yeah...please baby,” Eric panted, moaning sharply as Fox lowered herself fully onto his cock.
“Fuck!” Eric ground out, pushing his head hard back into the pillow. He tried instinctively to snap his hips but couldn’t.
“Let me,” Fox whispered before he could get frustrated. Taking Eric’s hands again, she rested them on her breasts and began to slowly rock her hips, watching Eric’s eyes roll back into his head.
Curling her fingers, she pressed Eric’s hands harder against her breasts, clawing his fingers around them and rocked her hips faster. Her pulse raced at the sound Eric made, a guttural hungry sound that reverberated right through his chest.
“Oh fuck-” Eric mumbled, losing himself in ecstasy. It had been almost a month since he’d been inside Fox and he was rapidly losing control. If he’d been able to move he’d be grabbing Fox’s hips hard enough to bruise and slamming himself inside her, setting a punishing rhythm. Fox’s breath hitched and she moaned his name, dropping her head back, rolling her hips harder and faster. She’d missed Eric just as much as he’d missed her, warmth rapidly pooling in her core, tingles shooting through her limbs.
“Eric...I’m so close-”
“Fuck baby, come for me-” Eric groaned, an almost painful wave of sensation overtaking him; his nerves coming alive as he surrendered to the flood of ecstasy that crashed over him, crushing his head back into the pillow as he choked back a roar, matching Fox’s muffled cry as she spasmed around him, her walls milking him as he pulsed deeply, spilling himself inside her. Breathing hard, Fox dropped Eric’s hands to her trembling thighs, her hair tickling Eric’s chest as she tipped her head forward.
“Fuck...fuck baby, that was....” Eric trailed off, panting. As his adrenaline slowly dissipated he became aware of stronger tingles running through his body, becoming almost painful, like unrelenting pins and needles; but fuck it had been worth it and Eric would do it again in a fucking heartbeat.
Fox raised her head and giggled. Eric lifted a brow at her and Fox smirked. “Never done it in a hospital bed before.”
“It’s not going to be the last, I like this physio.” Eric teased.
Fox leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss to Eric’s lips. He growled faintly and kissed her back just as hard.
“Still feel okay?” Fox murmured, concern flooding her face. “Was this too much?”
Eric shook his head, in truth he was starting to become uncomfortable, his skin almost crawling as his nerves seemed to almost too alive, but he’d been horny as fuck, wanting Fox to ride him like that for weeks, and he didn’t regret it; he’d deal with the pain as it came, as long as Fox was with him.
Eric felt Fox’s fingers lightly tracing along his chest, her touch leaving tingling trails behind, like ripples in a pool. Frustration flared in his chest as his limbs still wouldn’t respond, his hand wouldn’t raise to cup Fox’s cheek. Fox sensed what he wanted however, and did it for him, lifting his hand to her face. Eric closed his eyes at the contact, at the touch of Fox’s creamy skin against his palm. Fuck, he’d missed that too.
“I missed you Eric.” Fox murmured, her voice soft.
“I‘m here now, baby, I’ll never leave you again.” Eric whispered.
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