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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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S3A - E8

I’m realizing just how damn far behind I am on working on season 3, but I don’t wanna skip any episodes of the rewatch, so let’s get to it! Double time, double time!

Content warnings for discussion of cannibalism.

Forewarning, this one is a doozy, so be prepared to Read More:

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First thing’s first, Derek has experience with those awful sound thingies? Can you imagine how freaked he must’ve been seeing Chris bring those out when they were tracking Boyd and Erica?

Also, Chris Argent has been hunting Derek one way or another since he was a child. Even BEFORE Kate. Why the hell do we have a Derek & Chris broness in the later seasons? This kind of shit doesn’t just go away. I can’t believe I forgot about it.

I love how awkward sweet bby Derek is trying to run through the trees and tripping on branches everywhere. It’s honestly so much more realistic for a teenager than just the crazy cgi stuff. Also, since we know Derek is comfortable in the woods, it really gives you a hint as to how truly messed up he is from fear right now. He’s off balance in a dozen ways.

DEREK HAS BEEN WATCHING PEOPLE DIE IN FRONT OF HIM SINCE HE WAS 15. I’m gonna CRY. If I wanna hurt myself even More, you could argue that the Random Beta (RB) got shot bc he stopped to talk to Derek. So...guilty minds would assume Derek has been watching people die because of him since 15. I hate everything.

PETER comin’ in clutch. Also, hilarious that they use that arrow catching move so much.

I almost like how they tried to make Gerard look younger by just having him wear a douchey leather jacket instead of the serious grandpa one he wears in S2. He swaggers over to the body of RB, and it’s hilarious.

Okay, what is this bullshit about “Bring them back alive, we go by the code?” If you were going by the code then you wouldn’t be fucking hunting them AT ALL. They’re innocent! Why the fuck are you ‘bringing them back’ in the first place? Chris, you piece of shit. This is supposed to demonstrate that you’ve always been a stickler for the code, but all it does is emphasize how little that code actually means. “We hunt those who hunt us.” Fuck off, you hunt anything you deem ‘dangerous’ and find excuses to kill them so you can feel righteous.

Gonna casually note that RB was shot in the Throat with an arrow, but bc of makeup necessities they moved the arrow down to his chest when he’s shown on the ground. It’s funny. :)

It’s seriously so hard to hate Peter, do the writers realize that? Like, yes, he did horrible shit and I’m not denying that, but when you show him running into the hunter-filled woods to save his nephew’s life at 24 years old, then hiding with him in a cellar for two fucking days when he could probably have escaped on his own, it’s hard to see him as a heartless bastard.

I’m almost afraid to find out why Cora knows the details. Can you imagine? She would’ve been, what, 9-10? Her big brother and uncle both go missing for two days after a hunt and she had to stay at home waiting for someone to say they’d found their bodies. God, the lives of the Hales are so fucked up.

The rain is really making the mood here.

I gotta say, I’m confused about this initial Cora-Stiles interaction. He goes on about everyone who’s died or nearly died, but then Cora assumes he wants Derek to do something about the deaths, and Stiles agrees? Except that Derek currently fits the COD that all the other sacrifices have hit. Missing for about two days. Everything Stiles has said implies that he’s worried Derek is also dead. I don’t get why they go with ‘I’m worried about the missing man that I’ve been helping for the last four months because I blame him for the Alphas even coming to town”?

One thing they got on point here is just how disgusting they made Gerard. The slime and the spitting and ugh *shudders* it’s just so gross.

I’m also...I think intrigued is the right word--that they shoved this whole story into the episode without ever addressing the fact that Derek IS missing and they should go looking for him or something. It starts with Stiles asking where the hell he is, but then everything else is about this past moment. Talk about going off on a tangent. I mean, I don’t blame them, but if I shoved this much character background into one chapter people would call me out for the infodump that it is.

Which is all this episode is. Info-dumped exposition. Here’s how werewolves were made. Here’s why Derek’s cranky. Here’s why Duke’s an asshole. Here’s why the Hales are ‘special’

Again, I don’t blame them. It’s just...a lot.

Just a tiny thing: Why do they both roll up their sleeves when Scott only has to touch Gerard’s hand?

It is also very hard to believe that either Allison or Scott are remotely good people when they’re both lying to everyone about Gerard’s existence.

*finger guns, bc now i have to use the tag* I think this is the longest I’ve ever gotten before using it.

Another thing: Why does Gerard make the gross noises like he’s in pain, when we know it doesn’t hurt to get the pain taken away from him? It certainly didn’t hurt that lady in the ER.

I know this is a weird thing to notice, but I find it interesting that Paige is wearing actual makeup. Not just the ‘natural’ look, but eyeshadow that’s visibly dark. *shrug*

Is she Actually playing the cello? The notes Don’t look like they match up with her bowing and fingerings.

HA that music cut in is fucking Hilarious. Derek turns around like he’s in a teen rom-com, with that casual “I never stop smiling all the way bc I’m the coolest guy around” grin and the music just WHAM. That’s right, Derek Hale used to be a JOCK. He didn’t used to be ‘a lot like Scott.’ He was a lot like JACKSON.

So, this group of cronies Derek has. What is that about? He’s gotta have that posse just like Jackson did in S1? Unnamed people to cackle at his jokes.

Paige’s face, right there? That is the SHIT for me. That’s not hidden attraction, that’s genuinely “What the fuck is my life, why are you so lame?” and I am LIVING for it.

Derek peacocking is also hilarious. Peacocking so hard he (THE WEREWOLF) didn’t notice that she’d left the hall, is even more so.

I hate to tell you this Paige, but THAT is where I could tell you liked him. Giving in to his bullshit offer was the first step, that look on your face when he said, “Hold on” was Blatant “Holy shit, my crush wants to talk to me” but then all you idiots did was make eye contact. Paige, if you’re trying to get the ball, try looking away from those pretty eyes, okay?

Derek, you always go too far. You can see Paige lose interest when she realizes that he’s not actually into Her, he’s into showing off.

OOOF, i guess they weren’t such good friends after all, cus’ they left when Paige did.

I also feel the need to point out Derek is WEARING A CHECKERED SHIRT. *inarticulate screaming* Everyone who makes jokes about him thinking plaid is disgusting owes me five bucks bc he CLEARLY didn’t think checkers/plaid were that bad when he was in high school.

I’ll admit...the instant sorry is like...really good. If they’d had him come in and be More of a dick and then end up together, I’d be a lot more bugged. But his First real introduction to her is an apology.

THEN he goes back to being a dick. But at least this time it’s not about him, he wants to know about Her.

And I LOVE the turnaround! THIS is flirting. THIS is cute teasing. She plays his game Back at him, shows her own skill and forces him to get on her level. Then he weasels out of it, but in a Cute Way.

If there’s one thing that I’m routinely impressed by in TW it’s the scoring. They’re Really good with music to fit the moods and the vibes of the whole episode. For instance, all the transition music in this episode is Cello, bc it’s about Paige.

I hate agreeing with Gerard on Anything, but he makes a good point about the Dark Druid taking and killing someone else right alongside Deaton. Why would she take 4 people when she only needed three? She wouldn’t know that Deaton got a message out or that Scott would save Deaton. Plus the addition of the mountain ash circle is kind of weird, don’t you think?

Yah, I have no clue why your body is producing anything Either. You literally make no sense and you shouldn’t be alive. Period. Bringing you back was a lazy way to have someone who could be a sub-sub plot and hand out exposition and red herrings that are totally useless.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT GERARD? You weren’t There when Deucalion found out he could still see with his Alpha Eyes (Which makes no sense btw, he doesn’t have TWO sets of eyes???) and if you’d interacted with Deuc since then he’d have ripped you to shreds.

SERIOUSLY people, why the FUCK are we getting this information from Gerard when it makes WAY more sense for Deaton to tell them this? He was THERE for the whole thing!

I get that the point of the episode is supposed to be “Unreliable Narrators” (The whole show has an unreliable narrator.) but you had that covered with Peter’s story. You could’ve Instilled TRUST in Deaton by making a contrast and having Deaton TELL THEM THE TRUTH. Show the difference between reliable and unreliable. Gerard doesn’t need to be here!

Stiles, asking the real questions.

AND GETTING THE MOST BULLSHIT ANSWER IN THE UNIVERSE.

Could these writers GET any lazier? Put some fucking effort in and give us some information about Werewolves IN YOUR WEREWOLF TV SHOW.

What the fuck were Paige and Derek into that they knew where an abandoned distillery was when it wasn’t even in TOWN? And you’re telling me they left town every time they wanted to make out? Even worse, are you implying they had SEX in that distillery? And then trying to tell me that none of the fucking Alphas and their packs noticed the smell of Derek and his girlfriend all over the building?

...what...do people seriously not remember being teenagers? What the fuck Peter? In what fucking universe is “one minute it’s ‘i hate you, don’t talk to me’ the next it’s frantic groping in any dark corner’ remotely accurate to real life?

Teenagers in the majority don’t DO that. I really fucking hate that all teenagers are made out to be like this. Like they’re “run by their hormones” and “everything is sex to you” STOP. Seriously, STOP. Saying shit like that completely negates the fact that Teenagers are Real fucking People. They’re not just buckets of hormones and sweat that need to be shaped into an adult. They’re fucking PEOPLE and reducing them to sex-crazed idiots is lazy and stupid.

Are you ALSO telling me that the hunters dragged RB’s DEad Body to an abandoned building, then strung the corpse up and cut it in half? AND that someone happened to go the abandoned building and found the body and called the cops, or that they MOVEd the two halves somewhere they would be found, Or that They were the ones to call and report the body?

Has teen wolf got even a Single brain cell?

ALSO, what the fuck is this timeline? Derek and Peter went missing for two days after RB was killed, but the packs don’t get together to discuss RB’s death until After Derek has run out of the building with Paige because he could smell blood from RB being hemisected. So, they waited at Least two days before talking to each other about RB’s death? And Derek apparently recovered Instantaneously from his two day nightmare and went right back to macking on his girlfriend and laughing freely the Day he was found? Or did they wait even longer? I’m so fucking confused!

Okay, you tell me that this place is their favorite makeout/groping spot, but they seriously just walk in the door and start kissing in the middle of the room? You guys didn’t bring some blankets and pillows here? You’re gonna stand there the whole time?

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU MAKING PETER A PERVERT? He was fucking watching his nephew make out with his girlfriend through the wall??? WHat is WRONG with you?

ALSO, Cora was alive and active in Derek’s life at that point. She wasn’t That young. She could easily point out that Peter being Derek’s best friend is total bullshit if it weren’t actually true. Which means Peter is telling the TRUTH here. Hell, she doesn’t call out his heartbeat for lies the entire time, and while they imply at the end of the episode that Really Good Liars can just force their heart to be steady while lying so they don’t get caught, that isn’t a thing for the entire rest of the show. Derek trusts KATE when she says she’s not lying. So the evidence actually points toward Peter telling the TRUTH in this entire episode.

THAT is accurate to teenagers. Using the word “like” and “liking” so many times in a conversation that it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore.

Paige...dude, I’m so torn. Like I’m glad you’re being honest with Derek about your worries, but also it’s a complete dick move to just Assume that he’s gonna bail? To say to his face that you Know he’s leaving you and you’re just waiting for it? Fucking rude.

Ennis...bro...how exactly did your Beta “Accidentally” kill a hunter? How would that happen?

AGAIN WITH THE TIMELINE. If the packs only CAME to beacon hills because of Ennis issue with the hunters, why was RB running through beacon hills when he was killed?

Also, side note: Where are all of these werewolves staying? Are they territorial so they like, all claimed different hotels to take over? Or do they not mind, and THAT’S why the Hale house is so big for such a small family? Because they had a ton of guest rooms for packs that visited to get that sweet, sweet Hale Wisdom?

I firmly believe that werewolves are clothing-optional people. Talia straight shifts into a naked human form in front of over a dozen other wolves.

Also, where the hell is the Hale pack here? Some random chick comes up and gives Talia a robe, but that person is standing with Deuc’s pack. So....what?

I’m so curious about the formation the wolves make when they hear Talia coming. Everybody backs away, except Deucalion. And they do this weird focus on his face as he watches her come in. And her eye contact is JUST with him.

OH GROSS. DID DEUC HAVE A THING FOR DEREK’S MOM????

I will admit that watching things with subtitles sometimes ruins the surprise. There’s that little pause before “I’m just a deputy” like it was supposed to be shocking to the audience, but the subtitle on Amazon Prime just Pops up right away and it kind of ruins the effect.

Here we go! The one piece of concrete information on “Packs” and “pack members” that we’re given in the whole fucking show. Word for Word. “Losing a member of your pack isn’t like losing family, it’s like you lose a limb.”

That is....severe. Now imagine that your entire family IS your pack. And losing almost every one of them. Is it any wonder that Cora, Peter, and Derek are so messed up? That they’re so dark and wounded looking?

I s2g sometimes Peter literally just sounds like he’s a self-insert for the writers. He explains shit that the writer’s are showing Really Badly as if to wave away the fact that the Ennis flashback is pretty much Completely unnecessary. “You just don’t understand my artistic genius, it’s never just a single moment, it’s a confluence of events. I have to show you all these random flashbacks because you need to understand why Derek is soaked in MANPAIN all the time. Which is totally relevant to the current plot bc....bc....bc ART (and also Tyler Hoechlin was busy so we could only get one shot of him for the entire episode)”

That is just the cutest shit oh my god. Derek listens to Paige’s music while he’s in class and doing homework. THAT is love, you realize? He doesn’t just deal with her dedication to her music, he loves it.

THat little wince when he says “Are you sure about that?” Paige knows he’s gonna screw with her.

THAT IS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. He gives her space! She likes studying during lunch so he Leaves her Alone. I LIKE IT.

What do you mean “Laura told you about the packs being here.” Derek KNOWS they’re here because he watched RB DIE IN THE WOODS. Seriously, I”M SO CONFUSED.

FUN FACT (that I might’ve already shared) Oak wood was liked by the Celts because it was really sturdy and hardy and bore food, but it wasn’t their favorite type of wood! Rowan was the favorite, and Irish pagan practitioners used to sleep in rowan trees so they could have prophetic dreams. After that, it was Hazelwood. :P

I...do not enjoy when they bring up the Celtic Druids. *Scuttles to get my textbook bc this is my nerd shit*

“We’re in a Nemeton” This is the correct wording, actually! A “Nemeton” isn’t a thing, it’s a “sacred meeting place” as Chris calls it. Go chris! Nemeton refers to the entire grove/area around the main tree.

I can’t speak to whether they chose a ‘Large, older tree in a grove” but it does make sense bc if we’re talking about Oaks they were a symbol of food and safety (acorns were a staple to Celtic diets) so choosing an older tree would not only look more impressive, but it would probably bear more acorns for the clan.

“It would represent the center of the world” *Puts on vine voice* THat is NOt Correct! The tree at the center of the Nemeton was called a “crann bethadh” or “Tree of Life” and it was essentially a Totem that marked the center of the tribe’s territory. It was not ‘the center of the world’ it was the center of THEIR world. Their land.

“There was a belief that cutting or harming the tree would cause serious problems for the surrounding villages” Not sure if ‘villages’ is the correct term for the era, but the rest of it sounds like a close mistranslation. See, in Ireland there were raids people would do against other clans where the SOLE PURPOSE was to destroy their crann bethadh, because it was demoralizing. It’s like graffiti-ing the front of a church. But technically, it WAS severely frowned upon to harm the tree in any way.

This is mostly because in most Celtic areas, Oak trees were considered symbols of the “Father of the Sky” or the “God of Thunder.” Of course you don’t wanna piss off Thunder man.

Also, you notice how I’m saying CELTS and not DRUIDS. It’s because DRUID isn’t a cultural label, it’s a SOCIAL CLASS. It’s like saying “The Educated”

Okay, back to the--OH WAIT. Before anyone gets any ideas, the blood on the crann bethadh isn’t human. Estonian Celts smeared animal blood on the tree roots as an assurance for rain and good harvests. This is the same concept as TONS of other religions, including Christianity. (Abraham was supposed to sacrifice his son, Isaac, to God, but God stopped him and had him sacrifice a Ram instead. So, Yes. Christians used to perform animal sacrifices.)

NOW back to the show.

THe fact that gerard doesn’t know this stuff implies that Chris is the nerd of the family.

I LIKE THIS. I hate that I like it bc it’s Gerard, but I LIKE IT. Gerard gets up from his wheelchair. He doesn’t need it All the Time.

I’ve never seen another show that bothered to have a wheelchair user who wasn’t wheelchair-bound, which is stupid because it’s Very Common for people using wheelchairs to not need them all the time.

though it does beg the question of why he’s sitting in a wheelchair when he’s in his own bedroom? Was he going somewhere? Or did he know he wouldn’t have enough chairs and didn’t want Allison or Scott to sit in his chair?

The story of Lycaon, who was considered a savage ruler of Arcadia and Zeus went to his house disguised as a human (this is v common in myth) to find out if he was batshit. Lycaon and his FIFTY SONS (he also had one daughter) wanted to know if the stranger was a human or a mortal, so they fed him human flesh in stew. Zeus flipped shit and blasted the room with thunderbolts, murdering all but one of Lycaon’s sons, and then turned Lycaon into a wolf.

So...this whole ‘myth of lycaon’ is totally fucked up when it didn’t need to be? Like, they didn’t NEED to change it to make it a messed up origin story of wolves. It already was.

There’s three major versions to choose from

Lycaon was a pius man who founded the city of Lycosura on Mount Lycaeus and used a child as a sacrifice to Zeus, thinking it would please him. Zeus flips shit and turns Lycaon into a wolf. FROM THEN ON; at every sacrifice made to zeus a man was transformed into a wolf and if he managed to restrain himself from eating human flesh for 8-9 years, he would be turned human again.

The same story as the first, except Lycaon Knew Zeus was in disguise and the child he fed him was Zeus’ own son, and it was revenge for seducing his only daughter Callisto.

If you want to make it match what you’ve already said about wolves in the show, they could’ve used the last one and it would’ve demonstrated how Ingrained the concept of vendetta/revenge is for wolves.

If you wanted to focus on the Turning Human part and working with Celtic Druids to learn to become werewolves, you could’ve used the second one.

there was no reason to add in the bullshit about Prometheus except as an excuse to make Deucalion look like he picked his name to be an asshole, which he fucking didn’t.

I’m so sorry about all the classical shit (i’m really not) but I studied it in college and I can’t just let this bullshit stand.

I’ll give them a pass on the ‘the lesser known part’ bc it’s technically plausible for the wolves to have run north to the Celts and beg for help, And the Druids (those who’s education was specifically in magic, not all of them) were known for shapeshifting (though not usually into animals. They did that to Other people, not themselves)

I cannot believe this is so long, i’m so sorry.

But WHY tho, Cora? How is an Emissary supposed to keep you connected to humanity if No ONe KNows Who They Are?? How are they supposed to do their job??

Yeah, well now Deaton is a sour bitch who has a chip on his shoulder against the Hale pack so like...fuck his advice.

I will say though! Pre-fire Deaton doesn’t give me the heebies like post-fire Deaton. He’s much more clear about the advice he’s giving, and it’s actually helpful! He still has a dumb little anecdote/parable about the scorpion and the frog (which...in most circumstances I hate. It doesn’t even match what happens) but he gives Real Advice instead of vague asshole nonsense.

“I’m an Alpha, I never walk alone.” I have an inordinate affection for this line.

Paige is clearly some kinda bad bitch if she thought nothing of going to hang out in the school in the middle of the night with Derek.

Okay, but like...why would he attack Ennis like that if he was the one who asked him to bite Paige? And why is the moment played up “A fifteen-year-old boy against a giant” Derek was literally swatted to the side while Ennis walked out of the building. this wasn’t some big showdown.

If she’d already been bitten, why was Ennis still grabbing at her??

....seriously? Peter is literally right there? And no one noticed?

Again with the “Scott is a genius now” LIsten, bro, why the fuck would Scott know a sanskrit fable? If he Did know a story like that, it would be bc Deaton taught him. In which case he would know the FROG and the scorpion. Come on, guys.

OH MY GOD GERARD DOES IT TOO. GERARD, PETER, AND DEUC all have a CHRONIC case of verbal diarrhea when they’re trying to be intimidating.

I do NOT understand this warehouse scene. It’s a GAS gerard, if you stabbed yourself with some sort of...antidote or whatever it wouldn’t save you from the GAS you’re inhaling. At the very least you would be shouting like everyone else because it HURTS going in.

why did it take so long for Talia to come? It’s implied that Peter left to get her, so why did it take so long? Even PAST peter looks fucked up at seeing that Paige is dying, it’s not like he would wait.

I’ll be real, i get weepy so i’m skipping the actual death. Just know that it hurts me. Severely.

Y’all know how much I hate this ‘innocent life’ bullshit for blue eyes. It’s very True Alpha-y in that it’s impossible to pin down the specifics. What constitutes an ‘innocent life’? What constitutes taking it? With wolf claws? With a gun? What counts and what doesn’t count? Ugh.

Eyyy, so I’m exhausted and this is so long that my computer is fritzing. There are five minutes left and nothing happens in them at all. Just Scott pointing out the heartbeat thing and threatening to kill Gerard (so he’s still fine with murder at this point in time. Good to know). Stiles telling Cora that he doesn’t think Peter was telling the truth (which she would Know if he wasn’t) and that he’s gonna ask Derek about it (which we never got to see). And Deucalion murdering his own Beta (who, tbf, tried to kill him first. Which, again, what the fuck is up with Deaton’s office that wolves are able to rip each other apart in it, but it’s still ‘hard for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble.’ I’m just so confused

Final Thoughts: This episode actually had some interesting stuff in it, which is kind of sad considering there was no PLOT, just Exposition. I look forward to tweezing the bits out that I want and dumping the rest in the garbage where it belongs. Oh, and like I said, the music was on Point.

#personal #anti-Scott McCall #TeenWolf-Rewatch #long post

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mochideleche · 5 years ago

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you can’t keep away from fate | CH1

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

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A/N I’ve been wanting to write this for quite some time so here it is! this is going to be quite a long fanfic so i’ll have the parts linked in each post when they’re ready. (p.s the pov’s might change from yours to percy’s just because some parts of the story will seem better that way) enjoy!

It took about 2 weeks to convince your father to let you tag along with him to his business trip to new york. You were certain he would never comply but after you pulled your ‘puppy eyes’ and ‘it’s been 5 years’ cards, he grudgingly agreed.

So for one week only you said goodbye to your sophisticated private boarding school and you were off to america, the current central of western civilisation- in other words, the land of the gods.

Once in New york, your father had let you roam around on your own which surprised you a lot. You’d had expected him to get one of his assistants to babysit you but you both knew deep down that you were rather capable of taking care of yourself- wether that was being kidnapped or attacked by a monster, or both.

Before you left he made sure that you were wearing your mother’s bracelets, two pearl and diamond encrusted items which could extend into long elegant swords by the flick of your wrists. You didn’t use them on the regular so it felt foreign to you, the last time you had used them was when you lived with you mum.

Your mum wasn’t exactly a sore subject, yeah sure, she had sent you off to live with your father at the age of eleven and then disappeared off the face of the earth without any trace or any goodbye to anyone- which you guessed wasn’t exactly difficult for a goddess, but you knew it was for the better. She’d wanted you to live an as normal life as you could, keep you out of harms way- but that was wishful thinking. Being her daughter, you would never get a normal life.

Even though northern europe didn’t exactly host a load of monsters, unless you were near the mediterranean, and you had lived like any other mortal- you knew that was sure to end, someone or something would find you one way or another.

and by coming to new york, standing in front of the empire state building, was exactly how you’d ended it.

Your father hadn’t exactly said you were forbidden to go there, but it was an unspoken rule that didn’t exactly needed saying. It was just like your father not choosing to state you weren't allowed to commit mass murder but you knew not to do it anyway.

You stared at the building, you had an itch to go inside; maybe just to see who was manning the lobby- but you knew you wouldn’t be allowed up, would you? it would be a very bad idea to go up. You wondered if olympus still looked the same.

It sometimes made you angry that you were tossed out of there five years ago, even though there were valid reasons as to why, but you couldn’t be blamed, after all- it was where you were born.

......

It was one of those days where percy wished nothing would interrupt a lovely day with his friends. But when those friends are a satyr and a demigod you can’t really expect nothing to go wrong.

Annabeth and grover had come down from camp half blood to spend the some time with percy which was the very thing he had been looking forward to this entire week, him and his two best friends enjoying pizza at the best place in the whole city. But in the mid way of their lunch, grover paused, a look of shock painted on his face. “What is is?” Percy asked, looking around for any threats, his hand clasping on riptide in his pocket.

“It’s a demigod- i think” Grover muttered the last part, then his shocked face turned to fear.

“What, grover what is it? What do you mean you think it’s a demigod?” Annabeth questioned, but grover continued to nervously shake his head.

“And a monster” Grover started to panic, “There’s a monster, there’s obviously a monster-i could sense them from a mile away” he rambled and annabeth and percy shared a look of confusion.

Percy didn’t know why grover was in such a state of shock, he’d sensed demigods being followed by monsters all the time and never had he panicked like this- something was wrong and for about the millionth time this week, percy just wished he was normal.

“Do you know where they are?” Percy questioned, already standing up, annabeth following in suit.

Grover looked up with them with scared eyes, “uh yeah, but we aren’t following them are we?” he asked, picking up percy’s empty coke can and nervously chewing it.

“Yes we are” Annabeth and percy said in unison, and grover slumped.

“Alright then, let’s go fight a monster”

It wasn’t long till Grover had lead them down a few blocks and stopped in in the middle of the street, facing the other side with his legs shaking so hard, he could barely keep his crutches straight.

“There” he said, not pointing or giving any gesture to show who he was looking at but percy knew immediately who he meant.

There, walking hurriedly was a petite girl, with long caramel hair dressed in a thin black army jacket, jeans and a grey tube top. gods you were pretty. You practically made percy breathless and almost forget that you had a monster following you somewhere.

You glanced back quickly then turned your attention back to the road but not before your eyes landed on the three of them. You put them all in a state of shock, it was like you could tell they were watching you, it was like you knew what they were.

Percy watched you take an intake of breath like you were going to say something, but you turned your head and disappeared into the new york crowd. But before percy could think about what had happened, Grover shrieked and hid behind annabeth and percy could see exactly why.

Lumbering slowly through the crowd was a giant, with pudgy skin seeping in places and wearing nothing but a loincloth. He walked through the mortals and nobody acted like they could see him, whatever they saw the giant as through the mist, it must’ve been normal.

“What’s that thing doing here?” Annabeth hissed, and she immediately made her way to cross the street, percy followed after her and after a short pause, so did grover.

They followed the giant, which wasn’t exactly hard, through the busy flow of people. They knew they had to kill the giant but they couldn’t do so in the middle of the street filled with mortals. And just after a couple of blocks the street began to empty, leaving the three of them with a clear view of you and the giant in front of them.

But you suddenly ducked into a side road which made percy curse.

The giant would have no problem trying to kill you now.

The giant seemed to take this in too, he looked around the street just to check there weren’t any others planning to duck into the alleyway and followed you in.

The three of them ran.

Percy had already uncapped riptide, taking the lead of the chase, he couldn’t imagine what the giant would do, he had to save you- quickly.

But as he turned the corner, it seemed like you didn’t need saving.

Somehow you had thrown yourself onto the giants head, your legs chocking the giant as he aimlessly tried to swat you away like some bug that annoyed him. He dangerously swayed side to side, threatening to smash you into the narrow set walls either side of you.

“Tell me who you're working for!” you shouted, a slight accent perking your voice.

it made you all the more cuter, percy thought.

“Who sent you!” you screamed, hands pulling up on the giants ears causing it to yell out in pain.

“You shall die!” the giant bellowed but it didn’t phase you.

You rolled your eyes, you seemed bored and tired of this monsters bull crap and with one hand you made a gesture as if you were pulling a string away from the giants nose and the monster began to cough.

Then it stood still, eyes wide and then- it exploded into ashes.

And that left you sitting on nothing, so you fell towards the floor.

Percy acted before he could think and ran under you, arms spread out and in a split second, you landed in his arms.

“Oh-” you said, shocked, staring at the dark haired boy whose arms you were laying in, “hello”

His sea green eyes shifted awkwardly to the side for a second before returning back to you again, “ uhm, hi”

smooth percy, smooth.

The two of you looked at each other, faces inches apart. None of you spoke and just looking at your coffee coloured eyes made percy’s heart beat erratically, but the fact that you were there in his arms made his heart burst it’s way out of his chest.

Percy gulped, you smiled at him.

“ahem” annabeth coughed, and percy turned to see the two of his best friends with smug grins of their faces, “ sorry to bother but she was just attacked by a giant”

“More like the giant was attacked by her” grover said a sheepish smile on his face, amazed by the mystery girl’s unexpected ability.

“You can put me down now,” you said quietly, patting percy’s chest to which his awkwardly mumbled out a ‘right, sorry’ and set you down gingerly beside him.

Percy could hear the sniggers from behind him and it made him even more flustered. gods he was going to kill the both of them.

“How did you do that? I mean, you barely did anything and the giant died” Annabeth questioned, adoration and confusion lacing her voice as she approached you.

“Oh, i uhm,” you stuttered, tucking your hair behind your ear, “i made him stop breathing”

“by strangling him?” percy asked and you shook your head with a small smile.

“No, i stopped the air from entering his lungs” you replied innocently as if you were saying “i asked him if how his day was”

Percy’s mouth fell open, “you what?!”

“So you can manipulate air?” Annabeth asked and you nodded.

“Wait you’re definitely a demigod right? not some sort of sorceress or minor goddess” Grover questioned, still shocked at the fact that you had defeated that giant so easily.

You laughed, “i’m no goddess, just a demigod”

well you sure looked like a goddess, percy thought, had a laugh like one too and had the power of one, he wasn’t even sure he could defeat a 7ft giant with no weapon.

“I’m annabeth, this is grover and this is percy” Annabeth introduced, hand stretched out in greeting, you shook it and gave them a large smile.

“I’m Y/N”

The more he stared at you, the more details he seemed to take in, how your hair was actually dyed- your black roots appearing at the crown of your head, how your jacket was two sizes too big and how it draped slightly on one shoulder, how perfectly manicured your nails were.

could you be anymore attractive?

“So do you know who your godly parent is?” Annabeth asked and you nodded but you didn’t expand on the question and it was obvious to the three of them that you weren’t too keen on sharing information to 3 strangers.

“If you want, we could take you back to a safe place, it’s for demigods, it’s called camp half blood” Annabeth coaxed, and percy knew she was trying to recruit the you.

These were desperate times and camp half blood needed all the help it could get.

“Camp half blood? oh! i know that place!” you said excitedly- throwing the three of them into shock.

“You do?” percy asked, and you nodded your head.

“My father went there, he was a son of Hephaestus”

If it was possible, this put the three in even more shock.

“You’re father was a halfblood?” percy asked amazed. It was known that once demigods got older they would leave camp and try to make a life for themselves, but at that moment it seemed so impossible to even survive after 16 that percy found the idea so foreign.

“How come you didn’t go to camp half blood then?” grover asked.

“I don’t live in america” you explained, which was rather evident from your accent but now that it was stated, percy didn’t have to assume.

“Well i think chiron would really want to meet you, he might have known your dad” Annabeth said, leading you out of the alleyway as you two talked.

Percy was left staring at our back, grover stood next to him.

“you know, you could try talking to her rather than just ogling at her” Grover snickered and without a word percy punched him.

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy x reader #percy jackson x reader #annabeth #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the gods of olympus #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfiction #percy #demigod!reader

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by brock-checkitout

Do you like cheese? Yeah but not to an obsessive extent like most people on the internet seem to be. I have a lower tolerance when it comes to cheeses with stronger or more pungent flavors, and I like sticking to those on the creamy side, like feta and burrata.

What type of shampoo do you use? Dove.

Do turtles make you happy? I mean not as much as dogs would but they are animals, so encountering one would still make me giddy and happy :)))

Name one person who snores in their sleep. Both of my parents, which is why I used to dread whenever we’d book a trip and there’s only one main room available for the 5 of us.

Would you walk around a grocery store with a bra as glasses? Sure, if I was gonna do it for like a cause or something. Or if I got paid for it. I can’t imagine why I’d ever have to casually/randomly do it. Also how would that even work, if it actually had to work as glasses???

Can you do the HoeDown ThrowDown? That movie came out when we were in the midst of moving houses and everything was super hectic in my little 10 year old life, so I never got to wach it, actually. I missed out on the whole Hoedown Throwdown craze and I distinctly remember jealously watching over my classmates as they danced it together.

Do you like Hershey's Chocolate bars? Just the cookies and cream variant.

What smiley face do you use the most? :) I very rarely use others.

What type of cell phone do you have? I have an iPhone 8.

Do you listen to rap? Not so much. For the most part, I stick to my tried and tested albums, like Jay-Z and Kanye’s Watch the Throne.

Look at something green, does it have batteries in it? That would be a nearby alcohol bottle, and no, it does not need batteries.

What's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say: PRINTER? Ink and paper.

What is the last cuss word you said out loud? Not so sure, but since I commonly say shit and fuck they could serve as safe enough guesses.

Do you like cows? Sure.

What kind of car does your mother drive? These days we split ‘my’ car between us since we sold our third car, which used to be the one she’d usually drive. The new arrangement used to bug me at first because it meant I now had to notify my mom in advance whenever I planned to drive out, but I’ve since gotten used to the setup.

What do you get in your tacos? I don’t eat tacos. Not that I dislike them; there are just many other Mexican dishes I find more filling.

What is your opinion on blueberries? As a flavor, it’s fine. But I actually tried an actual blueberry for the very first time last week when my aunt sent over a blueberry cheesecake - I really wanted to give it a chance, but I still found it nasty :( I really don’t know why I hate fruits so much lmao.

Are you currently wearing lip gloss/chap stick? Nopes.

Is there a bottle of lotion near you? There isn’t.

Name one person that you know that smokes. Sam smokes superexcessively. Like I’ve completely forgotten how much she can smoke in an evening until I hung out with her again a few weeks ago. It was half impressive and half terrifying; and my clothes ended up smelling because of it.

What's your favorite season? We don’t have the usual four seasons, but based on what I’ve seen in media, spring and winter look and feel the most pleasant to me.

Are any of your friends vegetarians? No.

What is one phrase that you hate hearing? “All lives matter” really pisses me off.

Can you name four presidents right now? Rodrigo Duterte, Ramon Magsaysay, Fidel Ramos, Diosdado Macapagal. But because I’m guessing this meant American presidents...George W. Bush, John F. Kennedy, Andrew Jackson, Harry Truman.

What is the first thing you think of when I say: HOOD? A jacket.

Do you currently own a cat? Nope.

What do you think of Ulta? I think of the fact that I’ve never heard of that before and I don’t actually know what this is referring to.

Have you ever walked into a club and asked for a Coke? No.

Do you like classical music? Sure, some.

What is your opinion on Oreos? I had the biscuits like a billion times as a kid to the point that I got sick of them. I will always pick the Oreo flavor in other desserts though, be it cheesecake, cupcake, cookies, milkshakes, tc.

Do you like Chips-Ahoy? No, tastes too artificial/processed. I’ll always go for freshly-baked cookies.

What did ya think of this survey? It was fine. I *think* I haven’t taken this before either, so that’s a plus lol.

survey by carolynnnnonia

1. What time did you wake up this morning? Around 6:30ish.

2. When did you take your default picture? It’s not a photo of me, it’s a still from BoJack Horseman. Years ago I saw someone on Twitter use it as a default and I found it hilarious, so I decided to do the same thing for this blog.

3. Are you hungry? Mmm not so much right now actually. I had a midnight snack that I only got to finish by like 2 AM so I still feel pretty filled.

4. Have you ever cheated on a test? Yup but just once. When I ended up perfecting the exam I cheated on, I felt like a fraud and I’ve never cheated since. I’d rather get an honest 99 than get a 100 that I’m ashamed of, lol.

5. When was the last time you ate ice cream? I think it had been last week when we had a cookies and cream tub in the fridge.

6. What computer game is in your CPU? I don’t play PC games and it’s been a hoooooot minute since I’ve seen a CPU.

7. Do you like Audrey Hepburn? You’ve come to the right person :))) Yup, obsessed. Have watched her entire filmography except for the ones that are impossible to find DVDs of or online.

8. What color is your winter jacket?

9. Do you have any siblings? Yup.

10. Would you call yourself skinny? Not anymore. I’ve filled up a bit over the last few years but I’m still usually seen as thin. I was a lot skinnier in my teens.

11. Does your phone take pictures? Yes, 2008 survey, it does.

12. Who is your favorite neighbor? They’re not really neighbors, but the construction workers who are currently working on a new house from across ours are crazy over Cooper and love to greet him and give him a few pats when I take him out. My actual neighbors are rather quiet and we tend to keep to ourselves.

13. Do you wish at 11:11? No.

14. Have you ever gotten a detention? We don’t have detention here.

15. Do you still watch Disney Channel? Nah, we took out our cable last year because no one was using it anymore. And I doubt there’s anything watchable on Disney Channel for a twentysomething?? Lmao I usually stick to the shows and movies I grew up with, so.

16. Who did you last IM? Angela.

17. Who is your least favorite teacher? Whoever hated me for no reason in middle and high school. Then in college, I had to power through a misogynist, sexist, delusional Duterte-supporting professor for an entire semester as well.

18. What were you doing six hours ago? I was winding down and watching Good Mythical Morning videos to eventually doze off.

19. What is your ringtone? Just the default iPhone ones.

20. Does your door have a dead bolt on it? I had to look this up haha but yeah.

21. Have you ever been to a show? Like, a live shooting of a show? Hmm....I don’t remember ever going to one yet. I remember being invited to one because they needed seat fillers, but I had school at the time and was never available on the day of the shoot.

22. What are some details about your first kiss? Innocent, pure. Even though that person ended up disappointing me, I don’t regret having my first kiss with them.

23. What college do you want to attend/currently attend? I went to UP.

24. Have you had any soda today? No and I most likely won’t.

25. What is your favorite scary movie? Carrie, The Shining, and Evil Dead are some good ones.

26. Do you own a Wii? We used to and it was a big part of my late childhood to my early teens. We had thrown it out years ago, though, because it stopped working.

27. Did you wear shorts today? I currently am wearing shorts, yeah, and I plan on wearing shorts for the rest of the day.

28. Anything fun happening this weekend? There’s an official Kim Seonho fanmeet happening tonight on Facebook and I’m so excited for it lmaaaaaaoooo

29. What shoes did you wear today? One of my sneakers.

30. What is your favorite type of Pop Tart? We only get 5 flavors here in the Philippines, but my favorite is the chocolate fudge one.

31. Do you subscribe to any magazines? Nope.

32. What was the last television show you watched? I didn’t watch it on TV, but I watched a few clips from this show called Caught in Providence on Facebook. I have such a soft spot for that show.

33. Do you know any other languages? If I’m not speaking in English, I use Filipino, yes.

34. Are you wearing anything green? No.

#survey #surveys

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chaos-weekly · 4 years ago

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“I didn’t even sleep with him!” Okay. That wasn’t accurate. Didi hadn’t sleep with Xander when he was still seeing Leah. He was one of her best friends (admittedly with great benefits), but that was a line she wouldn’t cross, and he respected that. But she definitely had slept with him other times.

“Even if I did believe you, it doesn’t matter. Your reputation is a trash fire, and as your agent, I can’t let that happen.”

Didi rolled her eyes. “It’s not like it’ll even matter. I’m still gonna get casted.”

“For the same character. Every time. I would know, I’m the one you whine to,” Jared retorted. Her agent had a point. She did get cast mostly as the spoiled brat type, and she really did hate it. Yeah, she pulled it off perfectly, but she could do other roles perfectly, too. She felt like she’d never leave the London Tipton role, though. Sadly, Jared was right about that.

“Whatever. I still don’t see why I have to pretend to date someone just for publicity’s sake. Plenty of people sleep with other people all the time! What’s the big deal?”

Jared sighed. He didn’t exactly like Didi that much, but at least the feeling was mutual.

“Leah Cavan is the country’s favorite singer. She’s the next Taylor Swift, and currently, you’re the 2014 Katy Perry. The fact that she said you’re the one Xander cheated on her with��“

“I wasn’t.”

“Means that the world blames you for their breakup. If you really are innocent—“

“I am!”

“Then you need to play by my rules. Give yourself an alibi. Saying you and JJ from Arsenic have been secretly dating for months will save your reputation and hopefully my job.”

Wait.

No.

No!

Didi refused to accept this. JJ? From Arsenic? She hated his guts! And he hated her! They’d made that all too clear in their Twitter subtweet wars. Everyone knew they hated each other.

“No.” She wouldn’t do this. Even if her reputation was a trash fire like Jared said—a point she refused to agree with—nobody would believe that she and freaking Jude Jackson aka JJ were secretly in love.

“Yes,” Jared told her, voice already tired. For being only 30 years old, the dude sounded way too tired all the time. Probably ‘cause he always was chugging coffee.

“No one will believe it, Jared,” Didi whined. Maybe that wasn’t the most mature thing, but she wasn’t going to agree to this! No way. Not JJ. Maybe she’d agree to fake dating someone else, as long as they were hot, but JJ? They’d only met briefly in person a few times, but each time had ended disastrously. Like when he bumped into her and made her spill her drink all over her one of a kind Dolce and Gabbana dress and hadn’t even noticed! Sure, she was never gonna wear it again—that would be tacky—but he could have at least apologized for ruining her night! And that was the lesser offense. Didi didn’t want to get into the other time she met him. It hadn’t been pretty.

“They already do,” Jared smirked.

If only throttling her manager wouldn’t land her in even more trouble. Didi wasn’t sure what he’d done, but she didn’t trust him. Even if he was great at getting her better roles and saving her reputation. She didn’t trust him, and she hated his methods.

“What do you mean?” Didi hissed.

His smirk grew. The audacity.

“A third of your fans have been following your and JJ’s supposed relationship for the last year, ever since Arsenic first went big and you two met. So now we’re making it real.” She opened her mouth, but Jared kept talking. “You’re the one who planted the seeds, Divina. Don’t argue with me when you’re the one who got us into this mess.”

She didn’t even sleep with Xander that time!

“I didn’t get us into this mess! Leah effing Cavan did!”

Jared stared at her tiredly. Ugh. She’d wear him down. She’d have to.

“Yeah, we’ll Leah isn’t my client, and it’s not my job to make sure the world doesn’t hate her. So shut up and act like you’re in love. It’s just another role, Didi. Maybe it’ll get you a role you won’t whine about.” He rolled his eyes, and Didi hoped his mother was rolling over in her grave in anger at her son’s behavior. Only she was pretty sure his mom wasn’t actually dead.

Jared pressed a button on his landline. “Jacob? Send JJ and his manager in.”

Didi sank lower in her seat. Why was the world putting her through this? Why?

The door opened moments later, and some young guy entered in front of the devil himself. He even had red hair. Could it be more accurate?

Didi stared ahead as JJ entered, but she could feel his (rather impressive) (also annoyingly sexy, based on past experiences) glare focused on her.

“No.” His tone was harsh. Didi knew he didn’t like her, but did he have to be so rude to her face? This was what Twitter and interviews were for.

“I’m not doing this, Jake,” JJ argued. Jacob/Jake gestured for JJ to take the seat next to her. Luckily for everyone’s lives and general health, he took the seat closest to the door instead.

Jared and Jake sighed in unison.

“Listen, you two are doing this. Arsenic’s announcing a new album next month, and you, Didi, need a positive image. Which means a stable, public relationship.”

Didi scoffed. Who needed stability in love? Totally overrated. Love was totally overrated. She didn’t get why Xander always fell under Leah’s spell.

But it was good to hear that one of her favorite bands was going to release an album soon. That was definitely good news. She’d just never tell anyone that.

Especially not JJ.

“I’m not doing this. Not with him,” Didi said as indignantly as ever.

“Thanks for the love,” JJ snarked in return. She turned her glare on him, matching his with every bit of fierceness she could muster. Which was a lot.

“Yes, you are, Divina. For the next seven months, you two are contractually tied to be publicly dating. So don’t screw it up, and Didi, don’t screw other people so obviously. I know you’re not gonna keep Xander out of your pants, but at least keep it on the down low.”

Oh, Didi was going to absolutely murder Jared. Throttling would no longer be sufficient.

“Xander and I aren’t like that.” Yeah, they hooked up for fun, but they were still friends. Sometimes with benefits, but still friends.

Jared gave her a pointed look before handing over a wad of papers. “Read these, sign these. You have the rest of the business day. Now shop.”

It took Didi half an hour to get through the contract. She was a fast reader and fluent in legalese thanks to her many movie contracts. That, and she was friends with Xander and often helped him when he started bending/breaking the rules. By the time Didi went back to Jared’s office, she was shocked to find JJ leaving. She was the fast reader here. Did he have a question or something? Why didn’t he just call?

“Finished already?” she asked. JJ nodded with a glare.

“So you do have a brain. Huh.” Didi kept walking, but she stopped when JJ spoke again.

“I was a CPA before the band went big.”

Oh. That actually made sense. But she couldn’t imagine him wearing a stuffy suit and tie. The image made her smile, and Didi was very glad he couldn’t see. But the idea of JJ in a suit was freaking hilarious.

“Hmph,” she muttered, not deigning you reply any further to his defense. It was time to sell her soul and date the devil.

#chaos weekly #rising from the ashes

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bubblyani · 5 years ago

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Deeper Relations: 10

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

A Freddie Jackson Multi Chapter Series

Final Chapter 10: The Resolution

Rating: Mature (18+)

Story Requested by: @97freaknik 😘

Summary: Being the youngest sister of Jackie and Maggie, you were quite young when Freddie Jackson went to prison. Upon his return, you cannot help but recall your innocent love you had for him back then. And surprised by your transformation into womanhood, Freddie cannot help but form a desire towards you. Will a dangerously seductive attraction grow between the two of you? What will be the consequences?

Author’s Note: Cannot believe it’s finally ending. Glad I was able to figure out how to do this the best way possible. Hope you have enjoyed so far. And hope you enjoy this one too!

Series Masterlist HERE

Whenever you thought the worst already have passed, life never hesitated to prove you wrong entirely. It had happened every single time. And you had never wished for a do-over in life, more than you did this very moment. Still speechless, you stood there with your jaw dropped and motionless.

“Is it true?”

Maggie asked, her fear intensifying by every second, “I saw you two together last night, behind the bar. Please tell me if I just was imagining things…” she said, “Y/N! ANSWER ME!” She bellowed. You jumped out of your state, yet still speechless. “Please don’t tell me Freddie is the father of your child…” your sister said softly, as if she feared even imagining. Until patience was not possible any more, “Y/N PLEASE!” “YES! YES! HE IS….” You shouted back, “HE IS …ALRIGHT?” Both panting, it was realized. That you had finally let it all out. With her body shaking, Maggie raised her hand. “So does that mean…” she began, “..you and Freddie are..?” You nodded, fearful of what was to come. Covering her mouth, your sister’s eyes widened with pure shock. It was the reaction you dreaded. “How…How long?” She asked breathlessly. That was it. You could not do this any further. “Maggie please…” “HOW FUCKING LONG?” She cried out. “A few months!” You answered in desperation. Maggie clutched her chest, just so she could wonder if she was even alive at this point. “My god….” She breathed, “How could you-how could do this, Y/N…” Heavy was your heart, so heavy. You could not take this. “Maggie please-” “How could you do this to us???” She cried out, “To me…To Jackie? Your own sister?? How could y-” “WELL, HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?” You truly surprised yourself when those words exited you like an explosion. Words which were actually your true frustration in disguise. Maggie instantly grew quiet, her eyes were filled with tears. But so were yours. Being the clear winner, you found yourself crying out loud. Landing on your knees, you covered your face as the tears flowed.   “You think I didn’t know how wrong this was?” You cried out, “I tried so hard Maggie…But it’s like a fucking spell I couldn’t get away from. I-I-I was mad about him when I was a little girl. But he and Jackie…they got married and everything was fine. I obviously moved on…” your shoulders shook as your tears kept flowing, “But when he came back from prison, something…something just happened between us.” The tears were akin to a waterfall, while your eyes were red. You were such a mess, “Things just escalated and …Oh Maggie! this is wrong I know… I know…But I can’t deny anymore...I love him. I love him so so much. And now with the baby…I just..please…” clasping your hands together, you begged your sister. You begged her for forgiveness.

Lips quivering with emotion, Maggie fully burst in tears, joining you on the ground just so she could hug you tightly.

“I’m screwed up, I know.” You bawled being held in her arms, “But I love him and I love that baby. I don’t want to lose either of them, Maggie…”

“I know…I know…” she replied midst her tears, stroking your head, “Oh Y/N…”

Tears shared provided enough words for the two sisters to calm themselves down. Unsolved yet calm.

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(5th Week- 11th Week)

With Maggie in the picture, with all that was revealed to her, you could certainly admit that everything had changed. Suddenly you felt you were being watched. Even though it was never physically possible for her to do so, your guilt and enabled her to watch you at all times. That day, once tears were fully shed, she did not utter a word. Cleaning up together, it was vital your mother did not find out. With your sister’s silence you were not certain how she will act out. Will she be of support keeping your secret? Or will she be compelled to make a rash decision? You were her sister, but so was Jackie. Where or where would her loyalties lie, you wondered.

You made your best attempt to see less of Freddie. Truthfully it had come to the point you did not see him at all. You would pass up on Family dinners casually with random excuses every time. They were random but convincing. All to keep a low profile.

Whenever a rendezvous’ were planned, you did not go, but instead left him hang written letters. It had become the only way you chose to communicate with him. He never replied, and it was not expected of him. It was never his to do so anyways. Nevertheless, you informed him of your well being. And you took the chance to explain your absence by suggesting to only see each other once you finally move out. You definitely did not inform him of Maggie’s awareness, for you did not want to make it an issue. For there was enough drama caused already.

You slowly began to experience certain changes physically due to the pregnancy. The usual changes during the First Trimester. In order to avoid your mother’s suspicion, you wore loose clothing around the house. You were thankful your belly had not shown much yet. A part of you badly longed to tell her. Who would not prefer their mother’s assistance? But you just could not. Especially not in this situation.

Classes at University grew more and more difficult to follow. It drove you to greater frustrations than you were already were. Besides it did not help when you were stressed as well.Concerned about your sister’s unknown intentions. Frustrated about missing Freddie for almost two months. Your body seemed to go mad without his touch, your heart was equally mad without a sense of his love nearby. All this, all this were what your heart was not prepared for.Suddenly university felt like a stranger to you.

The longer Freddie could not see you, the more anxious he grew in convincing you to move out. And one fine day, upon his insistent phone call, you decided to finally take the step.

For a normal person, moving out would involve the assistance of one’s family and friends , making the process a warm and sentimental one. But in your situation, you were not so blessed. Your moving out was cold and discreet. Though your family insisted many a times to help, you had to reluctantly refuse. You had to play a role. The role of an adolescent unwilling of their company. But in secret, you would have loved their help more than anything else in the world. One of Freddie’s henchman was the only person who could help you. He literally helped with moving of your goods. As you expected, it was not a grand transition. But it finally happened. And there you were, finally moved in to a beautiful little place by the end of the 11th week.

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(End of Week 12)

You had finally moved out and now living on your own. Yet, you did not see Freddie for a while. And it worried you.

As much as the inconspicuous behavior was appreciated, now there clearly was no need for it. For you were finally free. Not hearing anything from him was not a good sign.

Contemplating on it, you stepped out for class one particular morning.You gasped in surprise.

You felt a sense of completion when you saw Freddie standing there, leaning against his car. Sparks of excitement surging inside, you did not know how to respond. But you were a lady, thus you walked to him like one wearing a smile. When you got closer, you wondered what he would do or say. After all, you were both finally seeing each other after a long time.

“Let me drop you off…going to class right?”

Freddie said, as he got into the car. You were taken back. With no acknowledgment of anything else, he just said that. No passionate statement of how much he missed you, or even a symbolic display of his physical desire ,nor his frustration expressed in anger. Nothing. Embarrassed, you nodded as you joined him.

The quiet drive seemed obvious, for you were too busy trying to figure out what on earth was going on. Could it be that he was torturing you the same way you supposedly tortured him? Truthfully, you did not mean it. You were merely being careful. Why must you suffer for that? Or was there another problem in his mind?

Regardless, you missed him, you ached for him, your heart and your body both. In every way. Just being in his presence was enough.

“That’s a cute lookin top, innit?”

Suddenly, Freddie began.

Finally, the man spoke once more. Pleased, you looked at him.

“You think so?” You asked with enthusiasm. “Yeah…”

“I’m glad.” You said, looking down at your outfit. Finally being on your own, you were able to wear the clothes you preferred. So you treated yourself. The treat came in the form of a short sleeved turtle neck, tucked inside a high waisted flowing skirt, “The material of this top is really nice too. Very comfortable” you said.

“Really?” He asked, his tone still very casual. “Yeah, it’s just amazing.You should feel it” you said, grabbing the sleeve to show him. Desperation was high to make him notice you, to make him talk to you as before. But his eyes were still on the road. He did not seem to bother looking your way. You grew insecure. Could it be he met someone else already? Giving up, you looked ahead.

Until he took action.

Extending his hand towards you, he finally felt the material of your top. But instead of grabbing the short sleeve, he surprised you when his hand grabbed one of your breasts. A rush came over you, something you have not felt in weeks. Giving it a light squeeze, he quickly took his hand away.

“Oh yeah it’s nice”

He murmured, “Nice and… really soft” your eyes caught him lick his lips slowly. What a tease, you thought. It was something he was always good at: Driving women insane. If it were a normal day, you would have chuckled, you would have slapped him on the shoulder in a playful manner, calling him a cheeky pervert. But today, something as simple as a grab, lit that frustrating fire within you. And it made everything worse. From that moment onwards, there was nothing you could focus on but one. Clenching your fists, you swore you were about to implode.

“So what time is the class-”

“You know what?” You cut him off, “I suddenly don’t feel like going to class”

You looked over to him. When your eyes drenched with need, you were relieved to see to his own were drenched with lust rich enough to overpower you.

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With the car parked in the midst of the quiet seclusion, right in the middle of nowhere, only nature witnessed the two lovers, reunited finally to indulge one’s passions and their bodies once again. This time, you were the primary object of Freddie’s affections and desires.

Laid across the backseat of the car, you were more than comfortable as Freddie lay on his side, kissing you with passion. Your legs were spread open, just enough for you to drown in ecstasy while his fingers gingerly stroked over your panties, drawing various shapes, literally anything over your clothed opening, just so you could writhe and moan.

“Ah…” you cried, wincing, “Oh Freddie…Mmmm” you moaned into his lips. Watching you, Freddie let out a chuckle of fascination.

“Shit…” he said, “I forgot this was the best time”

He was right. When the first trimester of your pregnancy was coming to a close, along came the increased sexual appetite, which provided the extra sensitivity in your genitals. No wonder his grab and light squeeze caused you such effect earlier. You were highly doused in a mixture of desperation and frustration the moment you felt him pull your top out of your skirt. Volunteering quickly, you peeled your top out of your body. Going even further, your fingers unhooked your soft lace bra, tossing both garments away for you to finally be comfortable on the leather seat and to be drowning in his lustful gaze. You felt quite naked.

“Oh…hello hello” Freddie purred, “...the twins have certainly grown up, haven’t they?” He said, as his eyes were glued to your breasts, that have grown two sizes bigger than average. And you were absolutely certain they were equally happy to be under his gaze as well, “Just looking at them makes me so happy…with the shitty day I went through yesterday” he added dreamily. As much as the compliment was flattering, your eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean shitty day?” “Mmm?”

“What happened?” You asked, “Is everything okay?”

Still focused on your delectable bosom, Freddie merely shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it…” “No! Please tell me…i have a feeling its not good”

“Maggie came to see me…”

“She did? Ah!” A gasp left you the moment Freddie began to play with your breasts, casually running his fingers over them like they were a map. An old map that needed tracing and careful observation on every inch.

“Sorry…” he apologized playfully. You blushed.

“No it’s alright…”

“You like it?” He purred, his fingers still unmoved from their previous position, making you blush harder. “Yeah…” you admitted bravely. Pleased, he kissed you on the lips, before his fingers proceeded to play.

“Why did Maggie come?” You asked again, stomach clenched to suppress the pleasure.

“Bloody woman is mad…Coming to my club…telling me to stay away from you and the family”

“She did? When was this?” “Oh...She came by several times…”

“What? Did she say anything specific? Mmm…” your moans distracted you from your own burning question. Especially when you felt him casually place kisses on one breast while his fingers proceeded to encircle both nipples until they were erect. Clearly he was not making things easy for you. Raising his head from your chest, he looked at you.

“No��but she had no fucking right. Coming into my place of work...and embarrassing me like that, right?” Though he sounded casual, he seemed angry.

“You’re right…” you breathed, moaning as he lightly pulled your erect nipples.

“I wonder whether she knows about us…”

“I dont know…” you lied weakly.

Sensitivity off the charts, you were knee deep, “Maybe…” you began, “..maybe I should talk to her. Talk her down. See what’s going on”

Eyes widened, Freddie gave you hopeful look.

“Would you really?” He asked. To which you nodded instantly, immersed in arousal.

“Of course Freddie…” you breathed. He smiled.

“Aww you’re the best, Y/N…” he said, kissing you, “Now where was I?” he added seductively.Taking one hand away from your awakened bosom, he resumed his exploration over your panties, stroking your slit with intensity. Except this time, he watched your instant responses, all the while leisurely latching on to one of your erect buds.

Frustrated without his presence for too long, you were finally at peace as you indulged on his loving. But during all that, you were also conflicted. Why would Maggie do that? What was she unto? Was she going to destroy your happiness and ruin everything? What were her intentions? You had to know.

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(13th Week)

Monday Morning

This time it was you who knocked incessantly on Maggie’s door.

You knocked without care, you made sure it was endless until the door was finally opened. Maggie opened it with a look of annoyance which quick changed the moment she saw you.

“Y/N….” She said softly. Which contrasted from your cold expression.

“Maggie…” you replied, bitter cold. Her eyes moved down.

“Your belly…” she began, “its starting to show a bit…” , Her eyes grew warmer with affection as she spoke.It was true. You were undergoing more small changes. And your belly finally began to show a bit. Being your sister, it was easier for her to notice. Not even Freddie noticed the last time he met you. And it made you wonder sometimes.

Freddie.

Shaking those sentimental thoughts away, you entered the house in a brisk fashion.

“Why would you do that?” You said, turning back to Maggie as she closed the door. You noticed her confusion.

“Why would you threaten Freddie like that? So many times?” You yelled angrily, “...telling him to stay away from me?” You scoffed, “What are you even trying to do?”

“What I’m trying to do?”

Maggie replied in an equally angry tone, “I’m trying to protect you” she continued, as she walked up to you ,“That man was never good for this family…I even told Jackie to leave him, cause she would never be the mess she is now if it wasn’t for him” she said, “He’s dangerous, Y/N!”

“You’re wrong! He’s not” you yelled back stubbornly, “He’s different with me. He’s good to me. He’s so good to me, you have no clue”

Now it was Maggie’s turn to scoff. Shaking her head, she marveled at the idiocy her sister was displaying.

“Y/N…” she began softly, as she took a deep breath, “That man basically…RUINED YOUR LIFE!” She yelled, “He made you fall for a married man, He made you almost fail in your studies…he made you so blind…he even got you fuckin’ pregnant!” She breathed heavily, “WHAT DO YOU THINK I WAS DOING?” She yelled out, waiting for your response.

“You’re ruining my happiness…”

And you finally did, cold and low.You did not believe her. You could not. You loved Freddie too much to even consider what she said.

Hearing that, Maggie’s eyes lost all sense of hope, the little hope she had in you. She was disappointed, she was betrayed. She was hurt.

But just as she was, so were you.

Maggie was the only sister you trusted in your family. She was the one you admired the most. You always thought she would stand up to you no matter what. But now it seemed like she was not. And she will not.

It crushed you.

“Just leave me alone, Maggie” you said, “It’s none of your business…” you added as you turned to leave.

“None of my business?” Maggie repeated, watching you leave her house, “Y/N…THIS IS MY BUSINESS!” She spat, “THIS IS MY FAMILY!!! I HAVE TO PROTECT MY FAMILY!”

Lips quivering with a mix of anger and hurt, you walked away, never looking back.

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(Monday Afternoon)

“You don’t have to look so worried, dear”

“Huh?”

Blinking, you woke up from your pondering. You were reminded that you were at the doctor’s office. Being the first doctor’s visit since you moved out, Freddie was free to accompany you. Given your expression, it was expected of the doctor and Freddie to assume you were worried. But all you did was ponder of what happened that morning, with your sister.

The whirring sound of the machines kept going as the doctor moved the transducer over your belly.

“You’re young…” the doctor said, “…and good news! the baby is perfectly healthy”

She said, pointing at the screen. You gasped as you finally caught a glimpse of your baby.Though it was small as a plum, it was formed. You smiled involuntarily, as the flowers within bloomed with happiness. That life, it was your precious one. The life you created with Freddie. And you were even more joyous to see him reacting so happily.

“Isn’t that lovely babe?…” he said, looking at you as he held your hands. “So…what happens next doctor?”

He was keen. His enthusiasm was evident as he asked a million questions from the doctor, listening to each answer with attention and focus like never before. All the while never letting go of your hand. You felt precious yourself, you felt important. You were right, he was different with you. You could never imagine him being dangerous with you. For he was your safety.

“And don’t worry you lovebirds…” the doctor chuckled, spotting your love struck look, “It’s perfectly safe to have sex now…” she said, making Freddie wink at you. Face turning beet red, you chuckled loudly, converting your face shyly. Good to know, you thought in secret.

On the drive home, Freddie was in good spirits. He was joyfully happy about the baby. And you were glad to see that.

“Right, did you talk to Maggie?”

And just like that, your mood shot down the dumps once again. It took you back to that morning. That horrid morning. You cleared your throat.

“Yeah…actually…” You muttered. Sensing your unsatisfied tone, Freddie attempted to match yours with a lower voice. “And?”

“Freddie…” you began, “She saw us that night at the bar…” you muttered hopelessly, “When I confronted her, she kept insisting how you are not good for me, telling me to leave you” you continued, “She said you were dangerous”

“And do you believe her?”

“What? Of course not!” You looked at him like he was muttering nonsense. “This is just ludicrous” you scoffed, “I just…” you sighed heavily, “I don’t know why she’s so hellbent on trying to tear us apart.” Lowering your head, you covered your face with your hands. You felt hopeless, “I wish…she could just leave me alone for good. She’s driving me crazy. This is so hard…” It was true. This was too much to handle. With your breath quickening, you felt like you were almost going to have a panic attack, “This is just so-”

“Hey hey…calm down, babe…”

Freddie cooed. Luckily the car managed to halt at a stoplight, allowing him to lean over.

He gently stroked your back, “It’s alright…everything’s going to be fine. Trust your Freddie and all will be fucking smooth sailing…” his voice turned soft as velvet with each word as he comforted you.

You chuckled.

“I wish I could believe you” you said.

“You can…”

Looking up at him, you sighed.

You’re wonderful, you know. Only you realized you never said those words out loud. Leaning forward, you expressed it openly by tenderly kissing him on the lips.

But the moment your lips touched his, you felt a spark being created. A spark that did not wish to burn so short so soon. You willingly contributed as his lips begged you to kiss him again, turning sweetness into immensely heated and intense passion.

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(Few minutes later)

The strength of the bed at your new house was never really tested. Until this particular day.

With that sweet kiss that turned intense, the doctor would be pleased to know the couple had taken her advise and suggestion to heart well enough, it was exercised a few minutes later.

For there you were, you and Freddie, making love after many, many weeks. Which truthfully seemed like forever. Given the frequency it was done before.

Naked bodies connected, passionate sweat fused together with the clash of each other’s bodies. You straddled him firmly as you both moved together.

As sensitive as you were now, the pleasure you experienced grew tenfolds. You were in bliss.

“Do you love me?”

Freddie grunted. Throwing that question right back at you. The very question you asked him a while back.

“Fuck yes!” You said breathlessly. For it was certainly true. Your cries were loud as he thrusted harder.

“No matter what happens…do you love me?” He repeated it, with some embellishments.

“Yes…” you agreed, as you kept bouncing, “I love you…no matter what happens I’m yours…Ah!…” you three your head back the moment you felt him greedily guzzle on every inch of your now-heavier breasts, “Oh god!…I love you…I will never let you go, Freddie I swear…” you kept crying out.

“Really?” He growled, his eyes watching you, though his face was still nestled on your bosom. The fireworks inside you did not stop and with each blow a new sense of satisfaction was discovered within you. It was more than you could handle.

“Yes…yes…”

You cried out, “You’re the only one that matters. It was you…it was always you” the box of inner truth was suddenly unlocked and you could not stop revealing. Cupping his face, you kissed him roughly, “I want you all to myself…No other woman can you…” you stressed with gritted teeth. His eyes glinted with joy.

“Not even Jackie?” He asked.

“ESPECIALLY NOT JACKIE…” you finally admitted, “Oh! Freddie…ah!” You moaned with high volumes when his lips continued to feast on you and his body continued to ravish your own.

It was the truth, you did not want him shared. Ever since you laid eyes on him since childhood, he was your dream man. He was your only desire. No one else was able to stir your heart the way he did. Not even any celebrity.

Now, with him madly obsessed with you, with him in love with you, it was more than what you could have asked for. And you were surely not going to let him go. No matter what will happen. You were his and he was yours.

You were mad, yes. But at least you knew.

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(Saturday)

Missing their aunt for too long, your nieces were highly insistent you come over to see them. With their own exams coming up, you volunteered to help them with their studies.

When Jackie barely came out of her bedroom, you guessed she was either too high to show up.

But Freddie, he was there. He watched your interaction with the children quite intently. While sitting on the sofa, he truthfully could not keep his eyes of it. Most specifically you. The way he watched you teach and instruct them, brought you excitement, a feeling of pure joy. You hoped he was proud. You hoped to be a good mother to his child that was growing inside of you. Unfortunately you did not tell his other kids about your pregnancy. Truthfully you did not have the heart. For many questions will follow soon after, and informing them you will give birth to their half sibling was a nightmare. Thus, you were smart enough to wear loose clothing to hide the small belly of yours.

Jimmy announced his sudden arrival with a knock on the door. The way Freddie walked up to him, the way their conversation buzzed in the distance caught your attention. It was strange to see Jimmy looking this unhappy.

“Gimme a few minutes, will ya Jimmy?”

Freddie said, as he headed to the toilet. Giving the nieces a break, you slowly walked over to Jimmy. He waited by the door.

“Something bothering you, Jimmy?” With a wave, you asked him. Trying to smile out of politeness, he shook his head.

“No it’s all good” he said, but you could tell he was holding back. Sighing, he clicked his tongue, “I shouldn’t really say...I mean she’s your sister” he said still looking down. Your eyes furrowed.

“Something going on with Maggie?” You asked, folding your arms. Which suddenly gave him the opportunity to vent. Slowly he leaned over to you to whisper.

“Do you know if anything is wrong with her these days?” He asked desperately, “She’s just so different…” he continued, “She’s angry… and ready to snap any second” he added, scoffing “She keeps telling me I should stop trusting Freddie…all the bloody sudden”

“She what?” You asked.

So, could your problem be the catalyst that was causing the problems there? Rubbing his mouth with his palm, Jimmy looked at you with begging eyes.

“Y/N...I love Maggie. I love your sister. But Freddie …he is family to me. I trust him for life I can’t just let that go...you know that right?” He asked.

“Yeah I do...” You nodded, which was a stone cold lie. You could never agree to that when you were willing to choose Freddie over anyone else. You were a traitor, and you knew it.

“We had this huge fight and I had to leave it like that...”

“Why? You going somewhere?”

“Some business to take care of…Will be away for a few days” he said. You nodded, he meant Ozzie’s work. You wondered whether Freddie will be joining him. Jimmy sighed heavily once again.

“I’m just worried where this is going to head”

“Don’t worry about it…” you said, “…maybe a few days away will be good for both of you to clear your heads”

“Maybe…” Jimmy nodded in acknowledgment. Giving you a grateful nod for lending an ear, Jimmy left when Freddie joined him.

As you washed the dishes that evening at your place, your mind was quite occupied with many thoughts. A part of you wondered whether you should talk to Maggie, get her around to calming down in order to save her relationship with Jimmy. No matter the situation, they do have a promising future. But the moment you thought of the future, you realized how much she was trying to ruin your very own. How much she was threatening the man you love to leave you. How she was on an attempt to rid of all happiness that could exist in your life. And that made you sad, it made you angry all over again.

It’s her life, she will handle it. you thought.

Speaking of the man you love, you missed Freddie. The thought of not seeing him again for a few days, it saddened you. It made your heart heavy. You wished if you could have sent him off properly. You wished he kissed you before he left. Even it was for a day, you missed him. Right then, that was when you were reaffirmed again of how much your heart ached for that man.

“Why so blue, Cupcake?”

You gasped when Freddie’s voice filled your ears. He surprised you, by wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Oh my goodness…” you clutched your chest, turning to him “You’re back!” You squealed in excitement as he tightly hugged you.

“Sorry I couldn’t tell you…” he said, rubbing your tiny belly, “ There was some..urgent business”

You nodded. Except your eyes suddenly squinted. Leaning forward, your eyes caught something odd.

“What-”

You began, pausing the moment you noticed a red stain on his collar. Given the color, it appeared to be a bloodstain.

Freddie was quiet, and so were you. With his eyes on you, your fingers rested on the stain. You knew what his work usually entailed. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for him. Even from the start. Clearing your throat, you smiled. For you were glad he was alive and breathing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” You said, to watch him break into a smile as well.

“Only if you join me in the shower…” he winked, moving forward to kiss your neck. Feeling ticklish, you chuckled. But those chuckles were quickly quietened when those kisses reached your lips.

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(Monday Morning)

Just when the morning sun had touched the earth, You knocked on Maggie’s door. This time your knocks were different. They were calm and controlled.

It was quite unexpected of you to show up at her door so soon. But at one point it was expected. Because there was a sudden change of heart. You felt this stronger ever since Saturday night. With all the danger people deal with, the bargains made for life and death, you were truly grateful to be alive and happy. And that was when you realized, all these petty fights or misunderstandings were not worth it all. All you wanted were nothing close to hard feelings with your sister.

Your knocks received no answers.You knocked again.

Maybe she might expose your secret. Maybe you will be shamed. But at this point, you simply did not care. You loved Maggie enough to not care. Your mother might care, Jackie especially might. But Maggie was the only sister that mattered to you.

The fact that the door was still not answered bothered you.

“Maggie!” You said, “Are you at home?”

She surely must be, it was 7 in the morning. She would not leave for work until 8. Tapping your feet with impatience, you held on to the door knob.

Only to find the door opened without any issue.

But the fact it was not even locked, it frightened you. Has something happened? Your heart began to race as you slowly entered the house.

“Maggie?” You cried out, “Mags! It’s me…” you said walking inside. Nothing in the house seemed to be in distress. But you still did not hear from her. You scanned all the rooms in the house, possibly every inch of the place. But still you could not find her.

The racing of your poor heart did not slow down. Instead you panicked.

“Mags??”

You turned in a flash when you found Jimmy by the door. Holding a bouquet of flowers, his hopeful expression changed the moment he saw you.

“Y/N…” he began in a low tone, “Where’s Maggie?”

Speechless, you honestly wished you could answer that.

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(Monday Evening)

Where was Maggie?

That was all that you could think of. That was what you kept thinking when you called everyone you knew. Her workplace, her friends, no one had heard from her nor seen her since the weekend.

With every phone call you made , restlessness grew. Guilt was also nearby. Would she have been at home if you checked on her on the weekend? If you called her like you initially thought? Your mother and sister were mad worried. You wished you could have gone out and looked for her yourself. But Freddie did not allow it. For the sake of your baby, he insisted he would go with Jimmy instead.

With exams looming, you were supposed to study, but you did not have the heart. Instead, you found yourself slumped on the sofa, feeling empty with worry. The longer you slumped, the deeper you dove into old memories. Including one in particular:

It was a day you remembered so well. When you tagged along with your sister to her Hair Salon to watch her work. With the smell of hairspray and dyes still fresh in your memory, you remembered how you could not stop marveling at the way she did wonders with the hair of many customers.

“You’re so good at this...” you breathed, to which she chuckled.

“You say that every single time”

“Cause it’s true!”

You said. Letting out a dreamy sigh, you folded your arms, “I wish I was a Hairdresser”

“Don’t you dare say that!” Maggie said, “You’re going to do better than that” she added, looking at her customer who sat in front of the mirror, “Do you know my sister will start university tomorrow?” She said proudly, to which the lady looked so impressed.

“Well you must have worked really hard then, dear” The lady said. You smiled shyly. The other hairdressers even went far to applaud you. That proud look Maggie wore on her face was something you could not forget. It moved you.

“Only want what’s best for you, love” She said, patting your shoulder. You smiled.

“Thanks Maggie”

Tears were present in your eyes much faster than expected. By wiping them away, you wiped the memory away as well. This was not funny anymore, Maggie I miss you.

You jumped out of the Sofa when you heard the door open. It was Freddie. Except he did not look normal. Sadness was quite evident in his face. And the way he took long strides slow in pace frightened you. Running unto him, you were desperate.

“What’s going on Freddie?” You asked, “Any news-”

Before you could continue, you were pulled into a tight embrace.

“She’s left him...” he said, “Maggie…she left Jimmy”

Your eyes widened.

“What?” You said, pushing to face him“How is it even possible?” You said,“How do you even know?” You pressed. Looking downcast, Freddie seemed so different.

“A note...” he said, “She had left him a note”

This all sounded quite ludicrous.

“No...no this is not true”You began shaking you head as you backed away from him “This doesn’t sound like her at all...” You said with certainty, as you were trying to think. With clenched fists, you tried to make towards the door, “I want to see it...”

“No love...” He pulled you back “Jimmy’s not letting anyone see it...” His hold was so tight, it started to hurt you, “He’s in a bad place right now...”

“I just… can’t believe this...” you insisted, still with furrowed brows, “Maggie...just vanished?”

Because this was too ridiculous to even be perceived as the truth. Where would she had gone? Why leave the town? Why this? Or could it be something worst had happened?

“No! I really should go...” you said trying to pull away. Released from his grip, you were resolute to head towards the exit.

“You’re leaving me?”

You froze.

Turning back, you saw Freddie looking depressed. You were at a loss.

“What? No I-”

“Y/N…”He began, his lips quivered while he got down on his knees, “Please promise me…”He begged, “Promise me you won’t leave me like that…”

“Freddie?”

“You don’t know how Jimmy felt...”He pulled you with desperation until you knelt right with him “I just don’t want to feel The same...” you swore he almost broke down, “Promise me...”

“Freddie…” You began softly trying to sooth him. To which he held both your hands tighter. “Promise…” He breathed.

His eyes, they were truly desperate. They reminded you of the day he confessed his love to you. Not a minute have you seen him this broken down. The need was evident. The emotion was primal. You had never felt this loved.

“Freddie… there is nothing in the world I won’t promise you”You said, cupping his face, “I loved you for so long. I have loved you more than I have loved anyone else in my life. Even my family.” You said, loving stroking his face, “You make me alive. You help me make sense of life. You’re in my thoughts every waking moment. You’re my air. My heart, mind, my body is all yours.” You said placing one of his hands over your belly, “If I have to live in secret all my life I would still…because I love you” you said,

“And I will never leave you”

Seeing the joy in his face was all worth staying back. Freddie kissed you with great intensity. Kissing him back, all you wanted at that moment was be by his side.

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(Few months later)

Staring out through the window, you savored the evening sky. You took in a deep breath, as the hues of pink, purple and orange fell over the outskirts of London like a veil. It was quite the beautiful sight.

The sound of the crying baby made you turn back to the crib. Your eyes, they were certainly filled with love as you picked up the infant.

“There there...” you cooed, before you started to hum a lullaby. You hummed it soft, it was soothing enough. Pressing your nose against the little head, you placed tender kisses, sending the little baby off on a journey filled with slumber. With the infant safety on the crib, you exhaled deeply.

Changes, there had been many. So many, you could not believe.

Yes, as expected, you finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy a few weeks back. Freddie was ecstatic since he always wanted a son. And the fact he had one with you, sent him to the heavens.

Changes had applied to the other unsettled matters as well.

You did not hear from Maggie ever since. No matter how much and how longe all had searched for her, there was simply no trace. It was as if she never even existed. Jimmy, affected by this, he changed for good. And unfortunately, you never saw the joy in his eyes ever again. No matter how much time had passed, it always will be the mystery that will haunt you every night. You would rather have her around tormenting you about your life than being quiet for good. You missed her everyday.

You quit University soon after Maggie disappeared. With the looming pregnancy and your massive neglect in studies, it was expected. Needing of a job for your livelihood, you began to work at a bookstore nearby thanks to the little knowledge of you had of literature and history. Though you did not attend class anymore, you still managed to see Marcus and Heath around town. They would be polite, they would acknowledge. But all that was limited to nods and nothing more. A part of you always regretted not fighting for them more. A part of you will always be carved in pain. For it was not the same without them in your life.

Finally admitting the unhappy life she was living, Jackie decided to leave Freddie and agreed to his divorce. Unable to face mother and the entire town, she willfully moved into a place which was far away from everyone she knew. The daughters lived with her, but they managed to see their father often as they wished. And Jackie was free to live her own life.

Your mother however, was torn. Watching her entire family broken in some way, the announcement of your pregnancy was the last straw. She barely spoke to any of you afterwards. Which certainly did not make things easy for you and Freddie when it came to planning your future together.

“There you two are…” Freddie’s voice made you look up from the crib. Walking into the bedroom, he was full of smiles by the sight of his son.

“All’s well with the little lad, eh?” He whispered, to which you nodded.

“He’s strong and handsome like his daddy…” you murmured, making him wrap his arms around you.

“All thanks to me missus…” he purred, pressing his forehead against yours.

“When I wonder can I ever be that…” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders, “…to have a ring on my finger, proudly telling the world you’re mine…” you said sadly.

After all that have happened, you and Freddie longed to sort out and define this relationship. To be together publicly. How on earth will that transition take place? How will you tell the world? Would the world believe the story of a benevolent former brother in law spending time caring for the former sister-in-law who was a single mother? Where his kindness would lead up to romance? Would that be believable enough?

That was what you had so far. But in all fairness, who would accept it? Does it really matter?

Pulling you closer to an embrace, Freddie’s grip tightened.

“I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry babe”

He said, kissing your neck sweetly, “Freddie always takes care of things” he whispered in your ear.

Relieved, you savored his embrace gladly. You were glad. You were glad to face the troubles of the past, present and future with him by your side. Because in truth, your life was not exactly at it’s best at the moment. It did not turn out the way you have hoped. It had been the worst. Your family shattered into pieces. Your mother not in speaking terms. your sister’s marriage destroyed because of you. Your other sister vanished completely, possibly because of you. Some nights you’d wake up in cold sweats, deeply worried whether she was actually dead. You even gave birth out of wedlock without any family by your side for support. All that had happened to you was horrid.

All except Freddie.

For when you looked around and saw Freddie sleeping next to you, or when he held you or made passionate love to you, when you looked at the child he blessed you with, you forgot about all that was horrid and cruel. For all that was horrid could not compare to the joy and the victory you have achieved.

The joy and the victory of being truly in love.

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cherryeol04 · 5 years ago

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Dreams Come True

Genre: Humor, Fairy tale, romance ? Pairing: JackGyeom Word Count: 2.6K Summary: Yugyeom and BamBam sneak out for a little late night parting.

Yugyeom sighed as he turned from his desk, looking at BamBam from across the room. The other was smiling so widely at him, eyes wide and innocent as if he hadn’t just asked BamBam to commit such a sin as sneaking out of their houses and going to a club. “No.”

“Oh come on! It’ll be fun! There’s gonna music, dancing, and hot guys. You like all three of those things.” BamBam huffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Besides, you could dress up too.” He offered, catching Yugyeom’s attention. The thought of dressing up was very tempting but it wasn’t something Yugyeom was entirely sure was a good idea. He had never gone out in public and let others see just how pretty he could be. And here was BamBam suggesting that he go out to a club that would surely be packed with at least 50 strangers.

“I don’t know BamBam.”

“Okay, well how about you change there? The bathrooms are super nice for a club, surprisingly. It’ll be fine! I would never take you someplace where you would get like double your daily whipping or anything.” BamBam waves his hand and Yugyeom winced at the comment. He knew BamBam didn’t mean anything bad by it, but it still hurt. It was just too real of a statement.

“Bam -“

“Please?” BamBam practically pleader, voice raising a pitch higher than what Yugyeom was used to.

“Okay fine. Let me pack my clothes.” Getting up, Yugyeom grabbed his bag and opened it as he made his way to his closet. The clothes he wanted to wear were all the way in the back, safe and hidden from sight. He didn’t have many, but he had enough. A soft, baby blue crop top was selected and paired with his black pleated skirt - Yugyeom’s favorite. He didn’t really have any nice shoes to go with it, so he grabbed whatever he thought might look nice and just prayed he wasn’t going to end up looking stupid.

Stuffing the clothes in his bag, he closed his closet and turned to face BamBam only to be pelted in the face by a stick.

Where did he get a stick from?!

“Yugyeom, you ready?”

“You’re supposed to throw sticks at windows to get their attention, not people’s heads!” Yugyeom complained.

“Same difference.” The nonchalant shrug had Yugyeom pouting and he shook his head.

“Rude. But I’m ready, let’s get going.” His eyes followed as BamBam moved to his window and opened it. He raised a brow in question and BamBam snorted.

“We’re going clubbing, do really think I want to explain that to your parents?”

He made a fair point. Nodding, he walked over and watched carefully as BamBam snuck out first, grabbing the siding and rain gutters as support as he scaled down from the second story. Nervously, Yugyeom slipped out as well and not so gracefully flailed to grab things as he all but fell from his window. The good thing was, he didn’t break anything. He was just very, very sore.

“A spider monkey, you are not.” BamBam laughed.

“Ahaha. So funny.” The sarcasm ever-present as he slowly stood up. “Lead the way, Edward.”

BamBam rolled his eyes and started walking over to the bike parked by the mailbox. "Your chariot awaits, princess." Mounting the bike - or rather, a very old and rusted looking two-seater moped - and looked over at Yugyeom, waiting for him. "Well?"

"That's a death trap, Bam." Yugyeom frowned as he approached cautiously, eyeing the piece of machinery.

"It is not! Use your imagination, you ungrateful brat! It's better than walking!" BamBam gave an indignant huff, arms crossing over his chest as he waited for the other.

"Why are we still friends?" Yugyeom asked and frowned.

"Because I'm amazing. Now get in!"

"In? Don't you mean on?"

"Nope." BamBam threw Yugyeom a goofy smile as he started the moped. Yugyeom gave a heavy sigh, unable to resist his fate. Climbing onto the back of the moped, he made himself comfy in the second seat, arms barely wrapping around BamBam as the other pushed the kickstand up and started down the road. Yugyeom truly wondered why he had agreed to this, but a part of him was looking forward to it. It had been a while since they had last gone out and did anything together and even then it was pretty tame compared to them sneaking out of his own house to go to a club. Yugyeom was living on the wild side today. The drive to the club wasn't particularly lengthy, though they did make a pit stop at a gas station a block from the club so Yugyeom could change. BamBam claimed it was because they wouldn't let him in with the current casual clothes he was wearing, but Yugyeom was almost sure the other was lying. Why? He didn't know, but he just had a gut feeling. It was pretty embarrassing to walk into the gas station dressed as a boy and to walk out dressed as a girl and feeling absolutely beautiful. He was thankful no one commented on his attire, though he did receive a few looks - none of which were in disgust - that sent shivers down his spine and he rushed out towards BamBam and got back on the moped, and they headed off to the club.

The line for the club wrapped around the building practically. It was one of the more popular gay clubs they had in the city, nestled near the heart and surrounded by a very large and positive gay community. Yugyeom never failed to feel safe when he was there, but being there was few and far between anymore. He was mostly limited to the areas surrounding downtown. Small little communities that sometimes were accepting and other times weren't. The one he was apart of was far from accepting and one of the many reasons he did his best to hide who he truly was from them.

BamBam managed to find a parking spot and after making sure everything was turned off, and Yugyeom assuring him that no one would want to steal his rust bucket piece of trash moped, they headed to the front. They were greeted with a lot of groans and complaints from people who were standing in line and the lord only knows how long they have been there, waiting for this chance to get inside. But for BamBam, that was nothing as he waltzed right up to the scary-looking bouncer who had two eye moles right above his eye and was actually very handsome looking. Though Yugyeom was far more intimidated by him than attracted.

"Hey Beommie!"

"That's hyung to you, brat." the male said and BamBam rolled his eyes.

"Hey there Beommie hyung. Better?" he asked and smirked. "Anyway, Yugyeom and I would like to get in please."

"IDs." the male said and held out his hand. Yugyeom's eyes widened and he glanced at BamBam nervously, hand moving to shyly grip at his wrist.

"Bam, I don't think-"

"It's cool dude." BamBam said and smiled at Yugyeom. "I got this." he assured him. Reaching down, he unzipped his partially opened bag fully and reached in with both hands. Carefully, he removed a small kitten who seemed to be very upset that it was woken, looking around with narrowed eyes. How long had that cat been in his bag?? Yugyeom was actually very worried for the cat as BamBam held it out. "She has no name, but I found her wandering around my neighborhood. Treat her well, hyung."

The male raised a brow, staring for only a moment at the cat before taking her from BamBam's grip and pulling her close to his chest, stroking her head. "Precious little baby. Don't you worry, you're going to love living with me and my other cats." he said with a grin. Shifting on his feet, he moved and motioned for the two to go inside. Smiling, BamBam grabbed Yugyeom's hand and dragged him inside, and immediately they were overcome with a sweltering heat that only a packed club could have. The music was loud, bass throbbing, and bodies were moving. Through the flashing blue and red lights, Yugyeom could see people standing at the various bars set up and standing tables near the sides of the rooms. The middle was filled with people, grinding and dancing to the beat of the music. Yugyeom was honestly surprised to see others there, wearing clothes similar to his. Some were clearly men, but others were questionable, with curves that Yugyeom didn't think a male body could even possess. And yet it was staring him right in the face. It certainly did help to qualm his anxiety about being in public and dressed the way he was.

"Alright my friend." BamBam grinned as he stared at the other. "This is where we part ways. But keep your phone on you and check it, cause we need to leave and be home by midnight." he said. Patting Yugyeom's shoulder, he walked forward and disappeared into the crowd of dancers, leaving Yugyeom to fend for himself. It took nearly a minute before Yugyeom finally descended into the crowd. He wasn't sure where he was going or what he was going to do, but he was going to figure something out. If anything, he was at least going to dance - a passion he had for as long as he could remember.

Hours passed, or what seemed like hours and maybe Yugyeom had one too many drinks. And maybe he was dancing slightly inappropriately with a man named Jackson, but he was having fun. Though fun seemed to come in the form of stumbling over his own feet and clinging to the other male while laughing his ass off.

“Easy there, Princess.” The pet name had Yugyeom flushing, or maybe it was just all the alcohol in his system - he couldn’t be too sure. “I think it’s time for you to take a break.”

“No!” Yugyeom whined, drawing out the ‘o’ for as long as he could. “I don’t wanna!” He pouted, standing as straight as he possibly could and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be like that cutie.” Jackson chuckles, slipping his arm around Yugyeom’s waist, fingers gently stroking the bare skin that was exposed. With a gentle push, he guided the other towards the bar so they could sit, but before they even got halfway there, someone approached them and took Yugyeom’s hand, pulling him away from Jackson’s grasp.

“Come on! We have to go!” BamBam called as he dragged his stumbling friend away from the hunk he had been dancing with.

“Go where?!?” Yugyeom whined louder than last time.

“Home!”

Yugyeom frowned and huffed softly. He yanked his hand from BamBam, causing the other to stop. “Hang on. Gotta...” he trailed off bent over to take off his shoe. “Stupid cup.” He muttered to himself and kicked the shoe away before taking BamBam’s hand once more and following him outside.

“Hurry! We got get home before midnight! My mom will kill me if she knew I took her bike.” BamBam practically three Yugyeom onto the moped outside and climbed on after him. After a minute of fumbling to find his keys, he managed to start the bike and started off towards home.

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Mornings were always horrible. Mornings when hungover were even worse and Yugyeom was absolutely regretting letting BamBam talk him into going to the club last night. Despite the fact that he had fun, the pain in his head was just a bit too much for him to even bare at the moment. His stomach did flips as he slowly pushed himself up in bed, eyes scanning his - thankfully - dark room and noted that he really needed to pick up his clothes and hide them before one of his parents came to wake him up. But the simple act of just breathing hurt and he wondered if maybe he could survive whatever tirade his parents would have if they saw women's clothing on his floor. Probably not but his body was refusing to do anything at the moment, so he flopped back down, curling up into a small ball as he turned to face his nightstand. Spotting his phone, he reached out and grabbed it, checking what notifications he had - which turned out to be a bad idea because the brightness was turned to 100%.

Groaning as the pain surged in his head, he quickly fumbled to turn the brightness down all the way so he could comfortably stare at his phone without feeling like his head was going to explode. He had several drunken texts from BamBam and three texts from an unknown number, which confused him. Had he given his number out to someone while at the club? That wasn't something he would usually do. He had an issue with giving his number out just to his friend so he highly doubted he would give his number to someone else. But that was Yugyeom when he was sober. There was no telling what drunk Yugyeom would do.

Unlocking his phone, he pulled up his messages, quickly opening the unknown number one and read it.

Hey, this is Jackson. We met last night at the club. I got your number from BamBam, who I got his number from my buddy Jaebeom. Hope that's okay. Anyway, you kinda left your shoe at the club last night, you were pretty drunk. I have it and I was hoping to return it to you.

Yugyeom read the texts three times, trying to make sense of the jumbled words - groaning loudly when thinking increased the pain in his head. Never again was he drinking! Rubbing his forehead for a moment, he let out a shaky breath and started typing back.

Thanks. Uh, we can meet somewhere in a few hours. Need to get over this hangover first.

The response was almost instant and Yugyeom wondered if the other had been sitting there waiting for him to reply.

Oof. I feel that, you were pretty drunk last night, princess.

Yugyeom could feel his cheeks heating up at the pet name and familiar happiness that he had felt last night came surging back into his gut.

I can tell and I regret it.

Don't regret it. You were so cute stumbling over you feet while trying to dance. Made me want to wrap you up tightly in a hug.

My hero! So, if I'm a princess, that means your my Prince Charming, right?

Well I did hear something about you needing to be home before midnight when you were running off with your friend. And I have your shoe. I think Cinderella is probably the better name for you.

Yugyeom blinked, head cocking to the side as he stared the phone. A soft chuckle left him as he did his best to think back on the night before. It was pretty funny considering that even BamBam had been treating him like a princess, calling his moped a chariot. He was a complete idiot and he had waved it off, but now that he was thinking about it, it was almost like he was in a weird version of the story of Cinderella. Maybe he could find his own happy ending.

I'd rather stick to Princess if you don't mind.

Princess it is then. Text me later when you're feeling better and we can meet up.

Yugyeom smiled softly, sending a quick text back at he would and laid his phone down on the nightstand once more. Sighing contently, he nuzzled his face into his pillows as his eyes fluttered closed. A little nap to help his hangover and then he would meet up with his Prince Charming. Maybe going to the club hadn't been a bad idea after all.

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 6 years ago

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Couldn't Help Myself (Otis Milburn X Reader)

WC: 1375

Warnings: Kissing, not much else lol

Summary: Otis and Y/N attend the school dance together

A/N: It’s late and I’m tired but I wanted too get this done. Also pls for the sake of my tired as brain imagine that Otis lives walking distance from the school. Hope you guys enjoy it!

“So are you guys planning on going to the ball?” Aimee said, sitting down opposite Y/N and Maeve. At the mention of the ball Maeve cringed, pulling an almost disgusted face.

“Maeve isn’t going but I think I’m going to be there.” Y/N said, and both Aimee and Maeve gave her a confused look. Y/N sighed, taking a bite of her sandwich before speaking.

“Well, ideally I’d like to go but Otis needs to ask me first. He thinks that school dances peddle an unrealistic portrayal of romantic love and that they’re too American, but he knows I want to go so hopefully his need to be a good boyfriend overtakes that.” Y/N said, resting her head in her hands.

Suddenly Aimee’s eyes went wide, an excited grin spreading across her face. Y/N cocked her head in confusion and Aimee simply smiled wider. “Aimee what’s got you so smiley?” Y/N said, and Aimee just pointed at the space behind Y/N.

Y/N turned around, her jaw dropping when she saw her boyfriend standing there, a bouquet of roses clutched in his hands. Otis was wearing his good suit, and he gave Y/N a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, I know how much you like the idea of dances and even though I don’t particularly enjoy them, your happiness is important to me. So, Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the ball?” Otis said, holding the roses out for Y/N to take.

“Of course!” Y/N said, pulling Otis into a tight hug while manoeuvring the roses so they weren’t crushed. Otis hugged back, enjoying the feeling of Y/N in his arms even if he was in front of the entire school.

As they separated from the embrace Y/N gave Otis a brief kiss, earning wolf whistles and cheers from various members of the student body. “You look very good in this suit, Otis. Just so you know.” Y/N whispered, watching as Otis’ eyes widened and he went a brilliant shade of red as she walked back to her table.

“So I’ll see you at the ball then, Y/N?” Aimee asked, and Y/N nodded, glancing over at Otis with a loving smile on her face.

“How do I look, mum?” Otis asked, adjusting his suit jacket as he did a quick spin for his mum, who watched him from the living room couch.

“You look lovely, darling. I’m sure Y/N will feel the same.” Jean said, and Otis rolled his eyes despite the blush that was rapidly forming on his cheeks. The doorbell rang and Otis’ head perked up as he rushed to the door.

He opened it slowly, and as soon as he laid eyes on Y/N he felt his heart stop. She was wearing a blue and gold dress that made her look more than human, like a goddess.

“Hi.” She breathed out, waving in an attempt to break Otis out of the dazed stupor he had fallen into. Eventually Otis came back to Earth, apologising profusely as he closed the door behind Y/N.

“Sorry I just… you look so beautiful it threw me for a second.” Otis said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. Y/N waved her hand nonchalantly, but she felt her heart rate speed up from his words.

“It’s ok. You look very handsome, and I love what you’ve done with your hair.” Y/N said, gently poking at his gelled hair, earning a soft laugh from her boyfriend.

“Mum, Y/N and I are going to go now. I’ll be home by 11, ok?” Otis said, and Jean nodded as she looked up from her phone.

“That’s fine, just remember to be safe if anything happens.” Jean said, and Otis cursed under his breath, taking Y/N’s hand and walking out of his house with her.

“Sorry about mum.” Otis muttered, gently swinging his and Y/N’s conjoined hands as they began the walk to school.

“It’s alright, Otis. You don’t have to apologise every time your mum does something strange. I’m used to it, trust me.” Y/N said, pecking Otis’ cheek gently to reassure him of her stance.

“Y/N I really do think you look beautiful. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to end up with you as my girlfriend, honestly.” Otis said and Y/N chuckled, squeezing his hand.

The rest of the walk was filled with mindless chatter and compliments, and by the time they’d arrived they were a little breathless. “I’m going to get us some punch, ok?” Y/N said once Otis had found them a table. He nodded, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s hand as she left.

“You look so happy when you’re with her.” Otis jumped at Maeve’s voice, turning around to see her leaning against a wall, her arms folded across her chest.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” Otis said, though it came out more like a question due to his nerves. Maeve smiled, rolling her eyes at his response.

“There was a last minute change of plans. I’m here with Jackson, but about what I said before. I mean it. You’ve really come out of your shell, Otis. You’re always smiling and laughing now, I mean you asked her to the ball in a suit in front of the entire school. It seems the guy in the corner is no more.” Maeve said, her eyes flicking between Otis and Y/N, who was weaving her way through the crowd with two cups in her hands.

“Thanks, Maeve. I really appreciate it.” Otis said, shooting her a kind smile which she returned before disappearing back into the crowd.

“Sorry I took so long, but here you are. It’s not spiked, but I reckon you should probably steer clear of it later in the night.” Y/N said, laughing to herself as she passed Otis a cup, sitting down next to him.

“Thanks Y/N.” Otis said, smiling when she rested her head on his shoulder. They drank their punch in comfortable silence, occasionally bopping their head to the music.

Suddenly the music shifted from the upbeat dance numbers that had been playing all night to a slower song that Y/N recognised immediately. “Otis, it’s the song! Thompson Twins, ‘Hold Me Now’. The song I’ve always wanted to slow dance with someone to.” Y/N said, jumping up excitedly as Otis nodded his head.

“Wow that is quite weird and certainly wasn’t planned by anyone here tonight.” Otis said, causing Y/N to let out a gasp as she puled Otis into a kiss by the lapels of his suit jacket.

“I love you, Otis Milburn. Now come dance with me.” Y/N said, leading Otis to the dance floor by his wrist.

“Wait, you love me?” Otis asked as he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, slightly in shock as Y/N began to sway to the song’s rhythm, because neither one of them had said those three words before.

“I do. I’ve been trying to work out some flashy way to tell you for the first time, but you decided to pull that stunt and I couldn’t help myself. It just slipped out, but I love you so much Otis.” Y/N said, her hands toying with he hair at the nape of Otis’ neck.

Otis smiled widely, his heart hammering in his chest at her confession. “Well then, let me take this moment to say that I love you very much, Y/N Y/L/N. Always have and always will.” Otis said, his blue eyes shining with love and affection for Y/N and Y/N only.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Otis, but please kiss me.” Y/N said, and Otis’ eyes widened slightly before he nodded, leaning down to press his lips against Y/N’s. The kiss was soft and gentle, conveying nothing but the innocence and joy of young love

They kissed for as long as their bodies would let them, and eventually Y/N pulled away to breathe. Even though they had parted, every fibre in their bodies longed for another kiss.

“I’m very glad I decided to come to this dance.” Otis said, following Y/N’s lead as they danced. Y/N nodded, reaching up to peck Otis’ lips and chuckling when she saw that some of her lipstick had been transferred to him.

“I’m very glad you asked me, Otis. Now, let’s dance properly, shall we?”

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markieooh · 5 years ago

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Prom Boy pt.1

Y/N is in her last year of high school. What happen to her a bit boring life if this b o y start to mess up with her…

Mark Tuan x reader

Fluff, smut (maybe later), suggestive

Every single one in school was talking about this stupid prom. There wasn’t day without hearing talks on dresses, makeup or hair.Y/N wasn’t a fan of it. If anyone asks she is going, but didn’t have choice. Mina would definitely kill her.

- And...

Y/N heard her best friend’s voice.

- And?- she asked.

- You still don’t have date.- she told with dangerous light in her eye.

- Whatever you want me to do…no.

Mina pouted, but didn’t give up.

- I’m going with Jackson.

- Oh really?- Y/N acted surprised, because it was most predictable.

Jackson Wang was school gangster. Well,…he didn’t do anything wrong. The word gangster was there only because he and his friends acted like they are own the whole school. He was such a flirt and most girls in this building wanted him even for a minute. Since the last party - that had place like a month ago - Mina and Jackson had a thing for each other.

- Yeah.- she smiled.

- I’m about to meet his friends today.

- That’s cool. Congratulations.

- Come with me please?- Mina asked and done puppy eyes.

- What?

- Please, please, please?- she grab yours arm and puled gently.

- Why? If he likes you as much as he tells everyone, then you don’t have anything to worry about.- you told her a bit annoyed.

- Please?

- Okay…OKAY. I’m coming.- you just roll your eyes and gave up on her.

Famous seven boys were incredibly noisy. Jackson waited for us in front of cafeteria. He was really happy to see me, but I couldn’t say the same thing about him. Nothing personal.

- This is Y/N. She’s a best friend of my precious Mina so treat her right.- told Jackson.- Take a sit.

Six pairs of eyes look at you with interest. You weren’t popular - not at all. They probably saw you for the first time in their lives.

- Hey! We have math together, aren’t we?- asked boy with dark hair, that one who looked the most normal.- I’m Jinyoung.

- Oh your name is the same as our teacher!- you told with big smile.

- Yeah, that’s why he keep calling me Junior.

- He hates it, that’s why he’s bragging about that all the time.- Y/N heard laugh of blond haired boy.- BamBam nice to meet you.

- Isn’t it cool that we are all here?- asked Jackson.- I heard you still don’t have date Y/N.

- Wow really?- this time asked Jaebom. You know him because he was good at every sport possible. - You are pretty.

- Even Youngjae found his date!- called BamBam.

- Yah!- shouted friendly boy.

- Is that even possible?- asked nice voice.

Mark Tuan. Your heart skipped the beat. You knew him since kindergarten. He was your neighbour and your mother visited his house every Sunday. Mark was very handsome. You watched his glow up from shy guy who lived across the street to confident playboy who had every girl around his little finger. He looked sooo innocent. Puppy eyes, cute pout and bright smile, but this guy was a devil. From 0 to 100 in one second. Smirking, biting his lips and flirtatious winking.

- As you can see.- you shurged and tried to ignore his burning stare.

After one hour sitting and laughing like crazy it was time to go home. You really didn’t think that this group of gangsters could be that funny.

- Y/N can you go alone?- asked Mina.

- But my last bus already left.- you replied.

- I will drive her home.- told Mark and headed to his car.- You coming or not?- he asked.

- Yeah.- you told under your nose.- I am going to kill you Mina.

- Have fun!- Jackson shouted afrer you.

- See you at school Y/N!- you heard BamBam.

Mark’s car was all black - even inside. You turn on the radio and heard What’s my name by Rihanna and Drake. You puted seat belts and checked if they are locked for sure.

- Are you scared?- he asked and small smile formed on his face.

- You look like some kind of drug dealer, I can’t trust you.

Chuckle.

- It’s not funny.

- It’s not, but YOU are.- he chuckled again.

Silent.

- You’ve changed.- you told after a bit.

- Like everybody.- he shrugged his arms.- You know…You don’t look like in primary school anymore.- Mark stared at your boobs for a second.

- Oh shut up.- you roll your eyes.- But why?

- It’s a funny thing. God made you that way and it’s biology Y/N. I thought you knew this.

You looked at him with disabelief. It’s been a long time since you two talked and it was…nice. You aren’t replied to his not that funny joke, so he was the one who started:

- I…I wanted to proof them wrong. I didn’t want to be a loser anymore.- he sight.- And I wanted you to like me. But at the end of a day I started to like being…who I am now.

- Of course you do.- you muttered under your breath.- All of girls are yours.

- Yeah…And now this dickhead is a loser, and he is the one out of the ligue.- he smiled with satisfaction.

- Me too.

- You…You are different.- it was his time to mutter under his breath.- You still like that asshole?- he asked after a second.

- You mean Jake?

- I mean that asshole.- he corected you.

- Naah.- you crinkle your nose.- I realised he was an idiot. He still is.

- Glad you see that.- he smiled softly.- I don’t have the date to prom too.

You were already in front of your house, but any of you wanted to get off.

- And? I heard other news. Gillian Roberst is talking about your invitation on and on.

- I don’t know who the hell this girl is.- he replied.

Silence.

- Do you want be my prom date?

You looked at him to find any smile on his face. You were even more shocked when Mark’s face was dead serious and his eyes stuck in yours.

- Please don’t reject me. My heart will be broken.- he added this time with smile.

Your Y/E/C eyes look at him. How stupid you were all this time not seeing his handsomnes. Pink lips like they were pinted by some artist, eyes that you could dive in them. Now when you were so close to Mark you could smell his scent and for you to know it was the much amazing perfume you ever smell.

Well one month ago you had a chance to be this close to him…or maybe even closer.

~One month earlier~

- I’m not going to wear this…thing!- you shouted at your friend.- Do I even have to go?

- Yes stupid!- she answered.- This party is really important for my future relationship with Jackson.

- Ooh that imagination relationship.

- Y/N! You promised me!- she punched your arm.

- I know and I deeply regret this already.- you huff but get up from your bed, after grabbing short dress.

You tried material if it fits on you and with dissapiontment you had to say that it is. Red dress with thin straps. It was skin tight and very, very short.

- I look like a slut.- you told.

- You look like girl who want have fun.

- Yeah.

- Oh c’mone!- your best friend shouted.- Put a smile on your face! And don’t look like you just ate two lemons!

Like you thought, as long as your friend saw Jackson, started using her flirting skills. And poor Jackie got caught on her big brown eyes. You sight and started drinking. Your place were under big painting of forest or whatever it was. You sipped your drink, but shortly after you were caught to play some drunk game.

You were fucked up, you can barely look on your eyes. BUT it didn’t stoped you from dancing on the table…how stupid of you.

- You are sure you want to do this?- you heard low voice from the bottom of furniture.

- Why not?

- Because…- mystery guy hoped on the table and face you.- You are going to fall.

- Mark!- you shouted and throw yourself on him.- Let’s dance!- you added and were ready to move your body.

Suddenly brown haired boy take you off of the table and safety put you on the floor.

- You are killing whole funny side of dancing with you.- you pouted and right after that you felt warm breath near your lips.

- And what are you going to do with this?

And this sentence lead you to dancing. Well,…you can’t name it this way. Let’s call it griding on each other. Every touch of his hand or crotch or ever his lips on your neck made you burn. You could feel how on fire you were and how you can’t get enough of him. His fingers danced on the hem of your dress that were really close to your panties. In one moment you felt so done with teasing and griding on his clothed crotch didn’t make you fun. So you turn a round and done something you shouldn’t. You kissed those lips who were teasing you a second before.

His lips were so soft and at that moment realised you wanted him so bad. You tug him by his T-shirt and put your hands a round his neck. The kiss started to become more and more heated. Mark in the other hand were so stoic. He was so happy as soon as you kissed him. He put his hand on your booty - it was like dream come true, he watched your back at school when you wear those super tight jeans. The other hand he ran up and down your side. You were a hot mess.

- Let’s go.- he told you when the kiss break cause you two have to breathe.

He grabbed your hand and navigated you through the crowd. He leaded you to one of the empty rooms at Jackson house.

And as soom as he closed the doors you were pinned to them and found yourself kissed by brown haired boy. This time kiss was slopy and much more messier that before. In one moment you pulled his t-shirt off of him and in the next you were on his laps.

- You’re beautiful.- he whispered, while gently touching your cheeks. His thumb slidacross your swollen lips.

- Shh.- you put finger on his lips and then kiss him again.

He kissed you back and rub your back, from time to time squeeze your butt. The next second you lay under him without your dress only in a bra and panties.

- You’re beautiful.- Mark whispered and kiss your neck, collarbones, breast, and tummy. In one fast move he unclasped your bra and started to nape your breast with such adoration. You tucked his hair and gasp. Goosebumps appeared on delicate skin of his back as you touch it.

You switch your position and you sit on him. You look at his toned abs it was so hypnotizing that you have to slide your hand a cross of it. You felt how his muscles tight under your fingers. You saw black paint on his ribs. A tattoo that you never seen before. Messy hair, swollen lips and hickey on his neck.

- Y/N.- he whispered. You look in his eyes and all alcohol get off your veins.

- We can’t.- you mutter under your breath.

- What?

- We can’t.- you repited. You got up and started to collected your clothes. As you had your dress on and heels in your hand, you run out of the room.

~ Now ~

- Hey Y/N!

- Where you exactly learn how to take off bras that fast?- you asked.

- What?!- he laughed.

- I agree to be your prom date.

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English isn’t my first language so you can find some mistakes and if something doesn’t make sense I apologise. I hope you are going to enjoy anyway 💞

#got7 fanfic #mark tuan #got7 #got7 scenarios #kpop scenarios #mark tuan scenarios

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be-dazzled · 6 years ago

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She’s In Your Court #SIYC

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser FFnet link: Click here Tumblr: Genre: Multi-chapter, Romance Rating: M for Sensitive Language

Summary: Gray Fullbuster is a player both in love and in life. He plays Professional Basketball and is being groomed to be in line with Basketball Legends Michael Jordan, Lebron James, Kobe Bryant and Stephen Curry. There’s just one problem, Gray Fullbuster is a play-ah. His life is a giant mess of crazy parties, waking up with random women and waking up in random women’s apartments. Just living the life.

The opinion of the public on him is waning. To save the million-dollar endorsements in the verge of disappearing, Gray needs to change his image. Therefore, Gray Fullbuster, Fiore Knight’s Team Captain and Most Valuable Player, will be in the next season of “My Star Can Dance”.

There’s another problem: it seems like his star isn’t that bright since his partner, one of Fiore’s prominent ballerinas, doesn’t know him? His billboard is hanging in front of her dancing school! And it was a good billboard since all he was wearing was his six-pack and an Aztec bandana. How come she didn’t notice?

And the night is gonna be just fine Gotta fly, gotta see, got to be I can't take it So, baby, yes, love never felt so good

– Love Never Felt So Good, Michael Jackson

“It’s not a date.”

Juvia fixed her hair, pulling her blue locks away from her face and into a tight bun – a force of habit. Yet, the style showed off her slender neck – one of her many assets. And Juvia Lockser was well aware of her asset inventory and put them on display once in a while.

Mrs. Lockser stood and leaned against the door frame; watched her daughter put on her own make-up. She had one brow raised; not buying her daughter’s words.

The ringing of the door bell peeled her off from the door frame. It was Mary – Juvia’s part-time assistant. Her voice travelled to Juvia’s room, announcing that she brought the financial reports from the family’s accountant. Mrs. Lockser reappeared and returned to her original position.

Juvia was now putting on final touches to her evening make-up; not too much, not too little. She stood from her dresser and checked her look for tonight at the full body mirror. She was more than satisfied.

Juvia wore a bluish-silver sequined long gown with a V-plunge neckline that was low enough to show some decent skin. The twin spaghetti straps were thin but strong enough to hold the gown on her body at the shoulders. She looked elegant but still sexy.

“You’re saying that but that is definitely a date dress.” Olivia teased.

“I-it’s not. I wear this all the time.”

The surprise of the gown, however, came when Juvia turned around to reveal an open back from the shoulders to reaching nearly the buttocks.

Mary poked her head out of the door frame and agreed.

“No, Ms. Juvia. That is definitely a date dress.”

“It-it-it’s not a date!”

The Magnolia Great Hall. To hold an event in the Magnolia Great Hall was making a statement.

Mrs. Lockser drove her daughter to the Magnolia Great Hall. The latter refused Gray’s offer of picking her up and going to the Fiore Knights annual gala party together. Juvia avoided anything that would resemble her attendance to the event as a date.

“Enjoy your date, honey–”

“–It’s not a date, Mother.”

Juvia narrowed her eyes at the older Lockser which earned an earnest giggle from the driver. She was growing tired of reminding everyone (mostly, her mother) that this wasn’t a date.

“Anyway, just don’t catch a cold. Alright?”

Then, Olivia drove away, leaving Juvia confused whether the reminder was a motherly gesture or the older Lockser was taking a swing at her. She was, after all, wearing a backless mermaid gown in a cold September night. Juvia was now having regrets as the harsh cold slapped her exposed skin. It wasn’t like she came to impress Hoopster. So why did she have to wear this gown again?

“You clean up pretty well, Ms. Lockser.”

Juvia raised her gaze at the man rushing down the steps of the Magnolia Great Hall. His sleek black hair was slicked back; the ends brushed the collar of his crisp dark suit. If she was being honest, Gray Fullbuster looked professional, sexy and dangerous. Not necessarily in that order.

“So do you, Fullbuster.”

Acting like a real gentleman, Gray offered his hand to Juvia and escorted the lady up the low steps. Experience told Gray that on parties like this one, women tend to wear really tall heels, like there was some kind of saying that the taller the heels the better. He didn’t understand women’s need to be off the ground but Gray learned, and he learned the hard way, never to ask a woman about it. He had no complaints when they wore the heels and the heels alone.

Gray led Juvia up the stairs and was taken-aback when he realized that Juvia’s upper and middle back were uncovered. It was almost sinful to look at. Especially, when Gray’s dark, curious eyes kept drifting down somewhere they shouldn’t.

When Juvia noticed that Gray fell behind and stopped moving, she quickly turned back to find him appreciating the great view she put on for tonight. Hoopster was totally mesmerized. Now, she was not regretting wearing the dress.

“Is there something wrong, Fullbuster?” Juvia asked. A smile of triumphant played about her lips.

The question pulled Gray back to reality. He shook whatever thoughts he was having and turned to Juvia like he wasn’t gawking at the woman.

“Ah, nothing.” Gray stepped ahead and took the lead.

The steps were polished to perfection and Juvia felt that they were a little slippery. She was used to wearing high heels but she felt a little wobbly. Her escort was all attentive to her and walked with in her pace. The length of her gown wasn't helping.

As her luck would have it, Juvia missed a step and was about to fall to her great embarrassment. She shut her eyes closed and yelped when she felt gravity pulling her down. Good thing her escort was a professional athlete. His free hand quickly grabbed the lady by the waist and crashed her body against his. At the same time, acting on survival instinct, Juvia threw her arms and wrapped them around Gray for stability.

When she opened her eyes, Gray’s dark ones filled Juvia’s vision. They were pulling her in, drowning her in their endlessness. Then Juvia realized that Gray was close. So close that their foreheads were almost touching. So close that she was almost sure Gray would feel her heart hammering against her chest.

“You know for a dancer, you really are clumsy.”

And she realized too, that she was clinging to Gray like her life depended on him. And suddenly she felt him everywhere all at once.

“Oh!”

Juvia pushed him away, cautiously as not to throw herself off balance.

“Well, the people maintaining this place did a really good job polishing the steps.” She reasoned, masking her embarrassment and fluster with her usual witticism.

“I guess that’s why this place is really expensive.” Returned Gray. “C’mon. Let’s see if the inside is as slippery as the outside.”

Because for sure Gray didn’t mind Juvia clinging to him all night.

The inside of the Magnolia Great Hall glowed in muted gold. Impressive chandeliers hanged from the ceiling, round tables dressed in gold tablecloth spread across. Well-dressed men and women scattered around the room. It felt like Juvia was walking into the Oscar’s or Emmy’s Awarding Ceremony. It wouldn’t surprise the ballerina if she ran into two or more celebrities. The glitz of it all would easily intimidate a regular person. But not Juvia Lockser. Despite being a stranger, she easily belonged to this world.

“Hey, Captain!”

Juvia immediately recognized the first person who approached and welcomed them. It was Fiore Knights’ Vice Captain and Point Guard, Natsu Dragneel, in a dashing suit and a loose and spiky pink hair.

Gray grabbed the hand Natsu offered and pulled him in a decorous chest-bump.

“And is this the famous Juvia Lockser?”

Juvia’s heart throbbed. Her silly little crush on the Point Guard made it hard to control the beating. So, she had to contain herself when the Vice Captain extended his arm for a handshake.

“I can hardly call myself famous, Mr. Dragneel.” She managed to say as she took his hand in hers for courtesy.

Natsu surprised her when the Vice Captain flipped Juvia’s hand and placed a light kiss at the back of her palm.

“Okay, I think that’s enough.”

Gray pulled Juvia’s slender hand away from his Vice Captain, throwing the latter a stink-eye. Natsu was holding the Captain’s date too long for his liking. It was making him feel an irrational urge to kick his Vice Captain. Gray placed his hand at the small of her back, nudged the innocent woman forward and ushered his date towards their table. Like marking his territory.

“I was just pulling your leg, Captain.”

Juvia did not see it nor did she mind what Natsu said after them. She had no idea what he was talking about; and laughing about for that matter. His boyish guffaw echoed throughout the great hall. As Juvia had her back on the Vice Captain, she could only imagine him holding his stomach as he laughed his heart out.

Gray was obviously aware of it though with the way he turned around and threw a finger at the guy. Juvia never understood this type of love among men.

As the ‘not-dating’ couple walked towards an occupied round table, with the warmth of Gray’s palm burning her exposed skin, Juvia quickly recognized the faces seated around it – the Fiore Knights. Her heart skipped a beat and it had nothing to do with Gray’s palm sliding down a dangerous path. Okay, maybe a little to do with it but not entirely. Juvia scolded herself to maintain her composure. But as soon as she and Gray reached the table, the men around it stood to acknowledge their Captain and his ‘not-date’. Juvia’s fan-girl heart somersaulted.

The men exchanged pleasantries the way Gray greeted his Vice Captain earlier. The curious men gathered around the Captain and his date before the former had the chance to introduce Juvia. They were all nice towards her, looking all sharp and formal. The Fiore Knights’ Small Forward, Loke Regalus, almost grabbed Juvia’s hand if Gray had not acted quickly and shook the poor guy’s hand instead.

“Sorry, Captain, but your seat is over there at the Owner’s Table.”

It was Natsu who informed Gray, placing a hand over the Captain’s shoulder which made Gray lean on the side a little.

“Aw men. And the boys were looking forward for this meeting with Ms. Lockser.”

Loke looked serious and offended but the glint in his eyes piqued Juvia’s interest.

“Shut up.”

The voice came from Gray who looked like he was holding back. At the same time, he looked relieved about something.

“C’mon, I’m going to introduce you to my mother.”

Juvia froze. She almost dropped her purse. Introduce her? To his mother? The world started spinning.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Juvia felt weight on her shoulders. She managed to return to Earth and look up to Gray’s gorgeous face pulled in a worried expression. He still looked heavenly.

“Gray?”

But the voice did not come from Juvia. It came from a stranger’s who now emerged from behind Gray.

The stranger was a woman who walked with grace and sophistication. There was a certain air about her that reminded Juvia of her own mother. But the older woman’s face was stern and she looked like the rich, terrifying women Juvia and her mother watched in dramas at night; a powerful mother who would do anything to keep his son away from the woman who she felt unworthy of him.

So why...

“Oh my gosh, it is you!”

Why was this intimidating woman suddenly embracing Juvia?

“I’m such a big fan of the show.” The woman said, not breaking the contact.

Juvia hesitantly returned the woman’s embrace out of courtesy. She looked over the older woman’s shoulder and watched Gray’s lips formed the words: she’s a hugger.

“Mother, you can let her go now.”

Gray did not look like he was annoyed, although he tried to sound it. Instead, he looked even pleased at the sight.

The woman heeded Gray’s words and withdrew her arms around Juvia. She instead placed her hands on Juvia’s arms and studied her like she couldn’t believe Juvia was standing before her, in the flesh.

“You look more beautiful in person.”

“Thank you.” Juvia said, sheepishly tucking her hair behind her ear. Inwardly, she was quite happy with the compliment. Who wouldn’t be when the mother of your… dance partner said you were beautiful?

“There they are!”

Another stranger’s voice, now coming from a man, came from behind Juvia. She spun around to see an older man, around his 40s, smoking a cigarette.

“There’s my beautiful family.”

The man donning a flamboyant fur coat bit the cigarette between his teeth then walked over towards the trio with open arms.

Juvia bowed his head to show the man respect. Also, because she wanted to hide the red spread over her cheeks when the man called them his ‘beautiful family’. She probably wasn’t included in the phrase but she couldn’t help but get flustered.

Mrs. Mine met her pompous husband halfway and kissed him on the cheeks. Then she moved and stood beside her husband as they awaited Gray to make his greetings.

“How about my good ‘ol son?”

Gray did not leave Juvia’s side. Instead, in a formal and distant voice he greeted the man with a simple word.

“President.”

“Huh? Not gonna give your old man a hug after all that ruckus you caused? C’mon, appease this old man.”

Mr. Mine spread his arms in an inviting embrace to which Gray never responded.

“Oh, I get it. A little shy with your female companion around to watch?” President Mine turned to Juvia as he spoke, “This family is a hugger.” Then, he walked over to where Gray was and pulled the poor guy for a hug.

Juvia was not sure if she should pity Gray who was stiff as a stick as President Mine wrapped him in a tight but unwelcomed embrace. She held the laughter that was about to erupt when she saw Gray’s annoyed expression.

“You can let go of me now, President.”

President Mine then let out a hearty laugh.

“And who is this beautiful lady?”

Wakaba Mine blew a smoke away from their circle before addressing the beautiful woman standing beside his own beautiful woman.

“My name is Juvia Lockser, Mr. President.”

“Please call me Wakaba. Don’t follow in this guy’s poor manners.”

Before President Mine was able to reach out a hand to Juvia, a man in a black suit approached and whispered something to him. Juvia noticed the small lapel attached to the young man’s coat. He must be part of the security detail, Juvia thought.

“Guess it’s time to get this party started.”

The owner of Fiore Knights nodded and excused himself. The man in the black suit then led him up the stage and behind a decorated podium. Wakaba Mine commanded with his round voice as he welcomed his guests.

“Let’s take our seats, Juvia. It will take some time before that old man get his message across. Ouch!”

“Don’t talk about your father like that.”

Mrs. Mine slapped her son’s back before inviting Juvia to sit next to her at the Owner’s Table. The ballerina could only offer poor Gray a comforting smile.

Gray took the seat next to Juvia whilst sputtering words under his breath. He was right. President Mine took more time than required to finish his speech. The old man loved the attention, making jokes here and there, sometimes at Gray’s expense. Gray was a good sport and laughed along with the audience.

Good thing the waiters started to serve the appetizers. Juvia was already starving. As they reached the main course, Juvia began to wonder if the President was not hungry. As if sensing her thoughts, Gray leaned in, his lips brushing against Juvia’s ear when he informed her that President Mine had the tendency to forget about food when he was holding a microphone.

“It’s his favorite past time aside from making fun of me.”

Juvia did not catch the last thing Gray said. She was busy calming her heart and hormones.

A thundering applause broke out and drew Juvia’s attention back to the podium. A rustle at the side drew her attention to Gray who was now leaving his seat and making his way to the stage.

“Good evening.” His voice was deep, cool and confident. “I would like to thank everyone for the support they have given the team for the past few years. From back when we were starting and no one believed in us. The road wasn’t easy. We had to practice every day, day and night in the last six years in order to be where we are today. But we won’t stop here.”

A hot swell spread in Juvia’s chest. There was something about how Gray carried himself on the stage that made Juvia look at the man in another light. Gray was proud, confident and genuinely grateful. His pride was coming out of years of hard work, of highs and lows, of blood and sweat. His skill and talent were not served to him in a silver platter. Gray earned it.

“You were the first people who believed in us. So we offer this future wins to all of you.” Gray turned to the Owners’ Table. “Mother, President. Thank you for believing in us first before the world ever believed in Fiore Knights. From this day onwards, we promise to work even harder than we ever did in order to bring pride to the name we all worked hard for.”

Gray stepped back from the podium and walked at the center of the stage. As if on cue, the men around the Fiore Knights’ table stood proud, faced the Owners Table and shouted in unison, “Thank you for your support.” Along with their Captain on stage, the members of the Fiore Knights basketball team bowed in gratitude.

The scene was so touching that a tear almost escaped Juvia’s eyes. She couldn’t explain the feeling. Tonight she saw another side of the annoying Hoopster who walked into her studio like he owned it; the Hoopster who annoyed the hell out of her every chance he got. She liked this side of him. Too much for her own liking.

After a few more speeches were given, President Mine returned to the stage to invite everyone to the dance floor.

“I know we’re kind of ‘danced out’. What with all our practicing and everything. But this song is really fun to dance to.” Gray extended his hand, saying his invitation over the music. “Care for a dance, Ms. Lockser?”

“One is never ‘danced out’, Mr. Fullbuster.” Juvia placed her hand in Gray’s. “Especially, not this ballerina.”

The two stood and walked away from their table; spun and danced their way to the dance floor, even sang along with The Groovefellas band, enjoying a lively version of ‘Love Never Felt So Good’.

Even all the way to the car and through the whole ride to her house, Juvia never had that much fun until Gray. Juvia had two to three glasses of wine. She wasn’t drunk or anything but everything seemed exciting.

Gray walked Juvia to her door, recounting all the fun things that transpired during the party. Such as when Gajeel Redfox, Fiore Knights Center, grabbed the microphone and started to rap. Also, when Natsu asked to dance with Juvia but had to dance with Laxus instead. It was Gray’s doing. Before the night ended though, Natsu was able to dance with the Earthland Sports reporter, Lucy. Also Gray's doing. There was also a time when an older woman hurt her back dancing with Loke. It was so much fun watching Fiore Knights making fools of themselves. But the high of the night was watching the big men of Fiore Knights singing ‘Dancing Queen’ on stage, in falsetto.

“I really had fun, Gray.”

Gray guided the wobbly Juvia through the path-walk of her own home to the patio.

“I’m glad you did. Let’s do that again sometimes.”

“I’d love that.”

The Lockser House seemed silent and asleep. The lights were off which worried Gray.

“Should we call someone?”

“It’s okay. I have my keys.”

Juvia scrambled for her keys inside her purse. It was dark and she couldn’t find the small thing inside her small bag.

“Here, let me help you.”

Gray turned on the light on his phone, leaned over to see inside the purse.

“Found it!” Juvia was happy to announce.

She looked up from her purse and came face to face with Gray. Her heart thumped wildly. Gray was a breath away. She inhaled his scent – ocean, summer and sexiness. She wasn’t drunk but the scent was intoxicating.

“Well, good night, Ms. Lockser.”

Her gaze fell on his lips, red and swollen and very tempting.

“Good night, Mr. Fullbuster.”

Juvia’s gaze never left Gray’s enticing lips and he never moved away from their position. Instead, Gray took another step towards her, bridging the mere distance between their faces.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now, Ms. Lockser.”

His voice was low, hoarse and a little too sexy. For a moment Juvia thought she forgot to breathe. When she remembered that she did know how to breathe, Juvia managed to voice her consent.

“Okay.”

Gray did not rush into it. He took his time, savoring every moment. Heat met heat when je placed his arm at the small of Juvia’s exposed back and pulled her gently against him. The places he touched burned and Juvia wasn’t sure anymore if the heat was coming from her or Gray. She didn’t care. All she could think about was how much she wanted his kiss.

Gray’s other arm cupped her flushed cheek and before the anticipation of the kiss killed her, Gray pressed his mouth against Juvia’s.

The kiss started innocent like those written or depicted in children’s books. Just a mere light touch of the lips. But Gray wanted more. He asked for more. He traced Juvia’s lips with his wet tongue, begging them to part. Juvia was more than happy to indulge him. She wrapped her hands around his neck and followed Gray’s lead. The heat from the searing kiss traveled down her spine to her fingertips. He withdrew his hand from her face and started to explore her exposed back. Juvia’s knees buckled when she felt Gray’s warm and wet tongue tasting hers. The kiss consumed Juvia and if Gray wasn’t holding her, she might have fallen to the ground.

It took all of Juvia’s willpower to pull away from the kiss. But she needed air, both of them.

“A good night is an understatement.” Gray said, resting his forehead against hers. “This is one hell of a night.”

Juvia could not agree more.

Writer’s Corner: Happy New Year! I uploaded this first at ffnet with no apparent reason but I did and I will do that for the next few chapters. Please do reblog this chapter and when you have some time drop me some asks, alright? Tell me what you think.

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anime-or-anigay · 6 years ago

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So, I’m not sure whether the kpop au is still a thing, but if so: Do you ever wonder about a fancast on which kpop idols would be which member in HQ20? I’ve seen someone make a fancast of a different anime for kdrama, they chose different idols to play different characters. For your kpop au, which idols do you think could be which members of HQ20?

Ok so here we go, I’m finally going to start bringing the kpop AU back!! Thank you for your patience!! Gosh, I haven’t touched this AU in 64 years….. but in the next few weeks I swear I will get to answering the 6 or 7 kpop AU questions hiding in my inbox drowning amongst dirty anons…

For those who haven’t seen my kpop au yet see here (for computers) and here (for mobile)

Thank you for your question, anon ^.^ (andsorry for taking so long to reply - I really want to answer all these questions properly!)

Now, to answering….

This is actually really hard… I mean I’ve thought about what teamswould be like what kpop groups but I’ve never compared them directly to idolsbefore? Also, I wasn’t sure if you were asking based on what they’d be like asan idol personality or what their singing/rapping style would be like, so I’mgoing to do a double fancast. The first is who I think they are like based onpersonality, and the second is who they would sound most like to get the rightsound of the group…. (although if you’re curious abouthow the VAs actually sound like singing, see this playlist here andprepare yourself to be shook)

This gets pretty long so I’ll put it under a cut, but there is a TL;DR at the bottom for those who are interested but don’t want to filter through all my bullsh*t…

SawamuraDaichi (DJ)

Personality: S.Coups(SVT)- The total Dad™ of the group- Seems really mature and serious- Actually a total dork and a big softie- Gets bullied by his 1000 children

Rap/Vocal Style: Bitto(UP10TION)- Deep and beautiful- asewhrftjtmv fjieaworgns- the voice that haunts my dreams- also really calm but you can feel the emotion??

SugawaraKoushi (Suga)

Personality: Taeyong(NCT) - could also very easily be SVT’s Jeonghan thanks to those mom vibes andhim being an actual angel but I tried to mix it up a bit - actual mom of the group- takes such good care of the other members and is considered their support andpillar - beautiful inside and out - clumsy and will accidentally hurt his children but never means to- also really talented dancer

Vocal Style: Ryeowook(Super Junior)- so so pure- please protect this voice- such a wonderfully calming voice- not to be underestimated because it can also be incredibly strong- everything about him is lovely, including his voice

OikawaTooru (Tune)

Personality: Wooshin(UP10TION)- nearly went for Ken (VIXX) but I triedto not have double Oikawa VIXX even though I love them, as I love Seijoh, so somuch- super charismatic- treats his fans absolutely perfectly - incredibly hard working - such a beautiful group visual- and gets teased mercilessly for it by the other members

Vocal Style: Leo(VIXX)- Gorgeous and soft- But also can be powerful af - always finds the perfect emotion through the music- enunciates every word perfectly- Icry

IwaizumiHajime (Sooti)

Personality: D.O(EXO)- easily voted manliest in the group- likes things clean and organised and also likes cooking (totalhousewife) - has a tendency to death glare and look like he’s done with everyone’sshit (spoiler alert: he is)- but is actually a total sweetheart/kind of a dork- also master of singing/rapping in different languages

Rap/Vocal Style: Ravi(VIXX)- Raps with Power™ - Raps that change speed in the blink of an eye- Boy raps fast, boy raps slow but always p o w e r f u l - Feel this Energy - No relation to the fact that Oikawa isequated to Leo at all…

KurooTetsuro (Kurokat)

Personality: Jin(BTS)- adorable man child- makes terrible dad jokes constantly- massive nerd- still always looking out for the younger members- also need to mention that they bothhave a super dumb laugh

Rap/Vocal Style: Mino(Winner)- ok so, in the kpop au, Kuroois a vocalist who can rap, whereas Minois a rapper who can sing- but my point still stands- beautiful deep voice (both in singing and rap)- super chill and sexy - this voice saved my life

BokutoKoutaro (El-Bo)

Personality: Chen(EXO)- always honest with his emotions- LOUD BOY! (screams a lot)- always treats his fans incredibly sweetly- may come across like he makes a big fuss of nothing but is also known to takereally good care of the other members of the group, especially the maknaes- super sweet boy all round

Rap/Vocal Style: GDragon (BIGBANG)- higher voice than you expect- can sing and rap beautifully - can achieve so many different styles and emotions - 10/10 for talent

AkaashiKeiji (Kashi)

Personality: Suga(BTS)- deadly honesty (read: utterly savage)- 100% done = constant mood- but also really cares for the group and the music - and can be a literal ball of sunshine when he smiles just for the purpose ofcoming in and wrecking your bias - always ends up going along with all the group’s crazy antics in the end

Vocal Style: Onew (SHINee)- deep and beautiful- incredibly powerful- vocal range for days- always hits theperfect note

HanamakiTakahiro (Makki)

Personality: Jun(SVT)- actually a living breathing meme- please protect this child- also a total troll though - lowkey extra, highkey crazy boy - best troublesome child there is

Vocal Style: Ken(VIXX)- wtf happened to trying to mix it up abit…- riff king- like seriously - may not always get to sing the main part of the song, but that’s only becausethis boy is too busy majorly riffing behind the main vocals- also gorgeous voice all round. 10/10

MatsukawaIssei (Issei)

Personality: Lay(EXO)- says completely weird things with a deadpan expression- comes across as very innocent (but isn’t always)- adorably weird (don’t tell me you couldn’t see Mattsunwearing a christmas tree onsie and singing jingle bells) - also language issues and childactor thing are just like how I headcanon Mattsunin the kpop au so….

Rap/Vocal Style: Hongbin(VIXX)-could’ve also put Lay for this tbh but I’ve gotta keep this Seijoh/VIXX streakgoing now- both a singer and a rapper- soft rap style- lots of rap-singing - can change his voice to fit tone of song perfectly

AsahiAzumane (Asahi)

Personality: Zuho (SF9)- looks intimidating at first until you realise he’s a giant softy- a total sweetheart- like completely adorable- bless this giant scaredy cat

Vocal Style: D.O(EXO)- transitions from soft into powerful perfectly- can be beautifully quiet until it comes to hit that note™- has pure emotion behind it- pure, sweet and gorgeous just like him

YakuMorisuke (Yakkun)

Personality: Key(SHINee)- master of throwing shade- smile that lights up the room (when you get him to smile)- total sweetheart (and totally embarrassed by it) - but also 100% the nagging mom - and they both dance girl group danceslike an absolute queen

Vocal Style: Suho(EXO)- such a range on this boy- can sing just about any genre and have it fit- sometimes soft, sometimes intense, but always amazing- perfect lead vocals

KozumeKenma (Kenma)

Personality: Hongbin(VIXX)- actually allergic to the other group members- cannot handle all the cringy stuff he gets asked to do in the name of kpop- actually adorable without even trying- also lowkey savage when you aren’t expecting it

Rap/Vocal Style: Zico(Block B)- so calm but can actually spitfire- can rap super fast with minimal effort- can come across as calm but each rap has so much emotion- can also secretly sing

TanakaRyunosuke (Ryu)

Personality: Jackson(GOT7)- acts very extra- so so extra- but is so determined and hard working- looks out for other members of the group- also amazing dancer

Rap/Vocal Style: Also Jackson(GOT7)- we have consistency!- aggressive rap- but also somehow calming?- a lot of power- also has a really pretty singing voice

NishinoyaYu (Noya)

Personality: JHope (BTS)- actual guardian deity of the group- literal ball of energy- keeps the mood high and the craziness higher- always super supportive- 10/10 will be there when you need him to be

Rap/Vocal Style: AlsoJ-Hope (BTS)- love the double consistency of thekarasuno bros for life- high energy- rap style range from mellow and serious to crazy energy - so good at building the rap (starting chill and getting more and more energyas the rap goes on)- seriously this boy is so talented

HinataShoyo (Hina)

Personality: Baekhyun(EXO)- adorable sunshine child- most cheerful member of the group- incredibly social- loved by everyone - honestly just the cutest boy ever

Vocal Style: Okso Hina is really hard to find vocal comparison because I imagine his voice tobe so unique, but I’m going to put in Chen (EXO) because- he also has a super unique voice- soft voice (almost feminine at times - butI mean that as a good thing)- takes the high notes like a god- all round incredibly talented vocalist- also secretly really good at rapping

KageyamaTobio (Tobiyo)

Personality: Leo(VIXX)- the irony that his personalitycomparison is the same as his beloved senpai, Oikawa-san’s voice comparison isnot lost on me- resting ‘done’ face- cannot smile on cue - only when made to laugh- a lot of people think he is scary/disinterested but actually he’s a sweetcinnamon roll really- just very shy (and will get embarrassed easily if you compliment him)- also hits people a lot

Vocal Style: Youngjae(GOT7)- incredibly strong voice - absolute power behind those notes- sings from the very core of his being- just an all round amazing sound

TsukishimaKei (K)

Personality: Sehun(EXO)- evil maknae- doesn’t take shit from his senpais/hyungs- resting tsundere face - secretly cares a lot more than he lets on- is also lowkey shy and sweet when he isn’t being savage

Rap/Vocal Style: Taeyong(NCT)- super chill rapper- could pretty much do all his raps with a straight face - raps that give zero fucks- but also feel really powerful without him even trying - can rap all out but if he does you are dead

YamaguchiTadashi (Suta)

Personality: Mark(GOT7)- actual sunshine- doesn’t talk much in the group - lowkey fluent in english- has the most adorable laugh

Vocal Style: Jimin(BTS)- can hit those high note like damn- such a soothing voice - best voice to sing you to sleep, to be honest- pure and beautiful

HaibaLev (Revo)

Personality: V(BTS)- completely bizarre child- often has no idea what is happening- just a sweet ball of excitable energy- clumsy boy - also beautifully terrible english

Vocal Style: Haechan(NCT)- very unique voice- high pitch (but not as high as Hinata)- seriously he has no trouble hitting that gorgeous high- he is both gifted and a gift to humanity

So,TL;DR, my final fancasts are as follows:

*please bear in mind that this is allpersonal opinion and me basically projecting my biases onto my fav haikyuucharacters (although not all of my biases have made this list sadly), so pleasedon’t take offence if you don’t agree with my casting - I’m always open toother suggestions too and would love to hear other people’s fancasts too*

Based on the personality/energy thegroup give off:

S. Coups (SVT) - Daichi

Taeyong (NCT) - Suga

Wooshin (UP10TION) - Oikawa

D.O (EXO) - Iwaizumi

Jin (BTS) - Kuroo

Chen (EXO) - Bokuto

Suga (BTS) - Akaashi

Jun (SVT) - Hanamaki

Lay (EXO) - Matsukawa

Zuho (SF9) - Asahi

Key (SHINee) - Yaku

Hongbin (VIXX) - Kenma

Jackson (GOT7) - Tanaka

J Hope (BTS) - Nishinoya

Baekhyun (EXO) - Hinata

Leo (VIXX) - Kageyama

Sehun (EXO) - Tsukishima

Mark (GOT7) - Yamaguchi

V (BTS) - Lev

Based on group sound:

Bitto (UP10TION) - Daichi

Ryeowook (Super Junior) - Suga

Leo (VIXX) - Oikawa

Ravi (VIXX) - Iwaizumi

Mino (Winner) - Kuroo

G Dragon (BIGBANG) - Bokuto

Onew (SHINee) - Akaashi

Ken (VIXX) - Hanamaki

Hongbin (VIXX) - Matsukawa

D.O (EXO) - Asahi

Suho (EXO) - Yaku

Zico (Block B) - Kenma

Jackson (GOT7) - Tanaka

J Hope (BTS) - Nishinoya

Chen (EXO) - Hinata

Youngjae (GOT7) - Kageyama

Taeyong (NCT) - Tsukishima

Jimin (BTS) - Yamaguchi

Haechan (NCT) - Lev

Thnk you again for your question and your patience in waiting for an answer ^.^

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#Haikyuu ask I answer #k-pop au #Kpop au #I’m finally binging it back guys!!#HQ20 #text post #fan cast

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secretradiobrooklyn · 4 years ago

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Two Lions In Love Edition | 6.19 & 6.26.21

Secret Radio | 6.19 & 6.26.21 | Hear it here.

6/19: Juneteenth “Two Lions in Love Edition”

“Tropical use only” — drug salesperson

1. Daddy Don’t - “Bottom Side of Texas”

One of our favorite spots to play in the whole country is the Pilot Light in Knoxville — it’s not just the club, but the neighborhood and really the whole drive into town, digging into the Tennessee mountains. There’s a little St. Louis in its bricks and pathways too. One evening brought us a night with Daddy Don’t, which was a gal on guitar singing songs about the gal on drums, plus a guy onstage strictly to blow bubbles. They seemed so shy and so completely cool. Their set was hilarious and touching and maybe a little stumbly and thoroughly charismatic. I felt an overlap with Birdcloud and Schwervon and ‘90s Olympia but also definitely their own thing. I hope they’re doing cool stuff these days too.

2. Ennio Morricone - “Guerra e Pace Pollo e Brace” - “Grazie Zie” soundtrack

The great music find from the wedding of Josh and Ashleigh. We spent some time recently remembering what a fantastic time that was…

3. Panjabi MC - “Mundian to Bach Ke”

…because we all met up in Chicago this month to celebrate the marriage of Ren and Kiera! It was in the Morton Arboretum, bringing together both American and Indian families in one grand event. The music throughout the evening was lovely, from the ceremony (Josh on solo guitar) through the early events and the meal. Once the dance floor was opened, however, a whole new flavor dropped: the DJ rocked between Nelly and Indian dancefloor music, then over to Michael Jackson, then into Panjabi MC and on and on. We danced our faces off!

- “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” karaoke version with special guest star!

4. Sparks - “The Number One Song in Heaven”

“Gabriel plays it and God how he plays it!” I know everybody’s gonna be talking about Sparks soon because of the doc that just dropped, and it’ll be both from people who know everything about Sparks and from people who are brand-new zealots. Bring it on — I’m so looking forward to learning more about these guys… especially because, in just over a month, on August 6, there’s going to be a whole other film dropping that we’ve been looking forward to for years. It’s called “Annette,” and it’s directed by Carax, who did “Holy Motors” and “Lovers on the Bridge” — it’s his first movie in English and his first musical. But check this: Sparks wrote all the music! The cast includes Adam Driver, Marion Cotillard, Angèle AND Russell Mael … I mean, we couldn’t be any more excited for this film. It’s entirely possible that it won’t work at all, but it’s also entirely possible that it turns out to be the combined efforts of some of the most interesting artists working today.

5. T.P. Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou - “Noude Ma Gnin Tche De Me”

We met up with Theo Welling recently just off Atlantic Avenue at a place with a questionable name and a brothel theme but a pretty epic back patio. Not only were there chandeliers and a disco ball hanging from the broad branches of the tree overhead, but the music was DEAD ON our tastes. When this song came on, it was like: they got us. There was some Francis Bebey a little later on, I mean it was the very stuff. And the thing is, this song totally rocked that patio. Because T.P. rules.

This is from Analog Africa’s crucial T.P. collection, “Echos Hypnotiques.”

6. Elsa - “Ecoutez”

The energy in French records from the ‘60s is crackling hard — this one

We picked up this record at Dave’s Records when we were in town for Ren and Keira’s wedding. It happened to be Record Store Day as well, so we went to Dave’s Records, an old favorite with a “CDs — Never Had Em, Never Will” sign in the window. “They powered through CDs,” says Paige. That sign is this relic of them living through the ‘90s and ‘00s, really.”

7. Velvet Underground - “White Light/White Heat”

Theo was wearing a Lou Reed Transformer shirt that night and we spent some time talking about this crazy band. I feel like this track is the ultimate experience of VU where they find the most ragged frayed edge of pop music to ride and they spend the whole song there, until the end when they jump on the song like leopards on an antelope and start attacking it. But the song resists, takes off running, and actually gets quite a long ways before it is finally taken down. The ending sounds like a brutal act of nature.

8. Sroeng Sari - “Kuen Kuen Lueng Lueng”

It took me a while to stop and actually listen to this song — the opening riff is kind of blinding. You stare into that riff and think that you’re gonna have to deal with a whole version of “Iron Man,” but on the other side of the riff lies a fascinating new riff and completely independent verse shape. (I have no idea if the lyrics relate to the concept of “Iron Man.”) In fact, it turns out the riff is practically only used like a sample within the structure of the song, and it’s mainly not Iron Man at all.

9. [REDACTED] Keep an eye out for the Extended Drunk Scarface Cut Edition.

[9. Paige Brubeck as Scarface & Tony S. in - “Favorite Gangster Friend” feat. Chumbawumba]

10. Midnight Oil - “The Power and the Passion”

Paige was a little too late for Midnight Oil, but she’s extremely receptive to an ideologically, ecologically driven band. “If I had heard that band when I was listening to ska music, I would have fuggin loved this band. I think I would have listened to this band a lot. The part of me that likes Reel Big Fish and the Pietasters… it’s very punk and then when the horns come in it’s like, Oh yeah I love this stuff.”

For me: I love the drum solo. It’s such an interesting full-length exploration of a few different ideas, and it helps point out the ways that the percussion operates in Midnight Oil songs. The overdubbed variations on the singer’s voice reminds me of techniques we used in Bound Stems. I really like that way of recording multiple emotions within a single line and just kind of smashing them together for a multi-faceted take on the lyric. I feel like “Jane Says” was the first recording where I noticed that approach. I also love the crescendo structure to the whole song. But to me, this feels like a song that was built to be played live but someone thought should be represented on the album. I think the transitions between the A, B and C parts are weird and unfinished, even though each of the parts is really good.

11. Phuong Dung - “Do Ai”

What a truly incredible voice… and the guitar accompaniment only slowly reveals its depth and litheness through the course of the song.

12. Group Inerane - “Ikabkaban”

This was a lucky discovery. It’s as much a state of mind as a recording of a song. The sound is very live and not ideal, which I do think ultimately makes it more interesting. There’s something about live recordings that can be embarrassing and compromised… or it can feel like lightning in a bottle. I think this one feels special. This sounds to me like desert blues. These are some of the notes on the track itself: “This album by the rebellious Tuareg musicians from Niger is certainly more hypnotic and less ecstatic than the first (which was recorded at a wedding celebration). It should be said that the guitarist Adi Mohamed, who played on the first album, was shot dead in a skirmish between the nomads and junta forces.”

Yow.

13. The Lemon Twigs - “As Long As We’re Together” (video version)

Now I should just say A) this is the video version of the song, and B) that’s the real version of the song as far as I’m concerned. This video is a perfect thing, at least to me. It was directed by Autumn de Wilde, who went on to direct the film “Emma,” which was one of the most enjoyable pieces of art we saw during the pandemic. (She initially got notice as a photographer before going into music videos.) The recording is masterful, with an intentionally pushed back main vocal and all kinds of panned effects both minimal and baroque. These guys were all teens when they wrote and recorded this song with Foxygen’s Jonathan Rado, which only makes it more (annoyingly?) brilliant. Also: this is our candidate for the song likeliest to get stuck in your head.

That video (I love the ending):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQ4nqnVOfMo

- Nisar Bazmi - “Aesi Chal Main”

Pakistani music from a collection labeled “Folk and Pop Instrumentals 1966-1976.” It’s easy to imagine this as a folk song, but the instrumentation is so radically electric that it feels like new information being learned on the spot.

14. Katty Lane - “Ne Fais Pas La Tête”

Another live recording. Actually, that’s probably not true: it’s a recording from a TV of a TV appearance that Katty made, almost certainly lip-synching the vocals. But it sounds better than the album version to us. Katty Lane is going for a cross between Nancy Sinatra and Brigitte Bardot, and it’s really interesting how close she gets but how far away she remains.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-T4gWLi5RUw

15. Ezra Furman - “I Lost My Innocence”

Man, the rhythmic arrangement of the opening verse knocks me out. The production on this whole album really, but the minimalist rhythmic clarity that comes from splitting the beat among a variety of instruments is so amazing. As a drummer I just find the pattern-building in this song enviable.

We got to know these songs well during a tour we did with Ezra Furman. The whole band is full of heavy hitters, including Tim Sandusky, the guy who recorded the album and plays a variety of instruments there and live. He’s one of my favorite musical brains, period, and “Transangelic Exodus,” the album this comes from, is one of my favorite pieces of album production, period.

16. Voilaaa - “Pas bon”

These are apparently contemporary people! This album is from 2015. I think Josh pointed us to this one.

17. Francois and the Atlas Mountains - “La Verité”

This a band Paige came across a couple of years ago, at 2222 Jefferson I believe. This chorus is a true tonguetwister and thus irresistable to try to sing along with. The melody is really strong, and check out how the guitar enters the solo!

18. Ata Kak - “Daa Nyinaa”

We had an amazing night in the back patio zone we share with our building. Dexter had a few friends over including a dude named KG who turned out to be super interesting on a variety of subjects. As we were talking about music he brought up Ata Kak, whose “Obaa Sima” we’ve played on here and who we absolutely love. Paige disappeared inside and came back with our tape of this whole album. He fell out, like what are we doing with this thing? I started telling the whole back story of how the album was discovered in a street tent in Ghana by the guy from Awesome Tapes From Africa, and eventually after many adventures actually tracked down Ata Kak, who was surprised to be found and even more surprised to find that the tape Awesome Tapes had found was distorted and ran way faster than originally intended. But then KG started playing that original tempo track, which does indeed sound comPLETely different. I still haven’t been able to find a way to get ahold of that original track. “Daa Nyinaa” is another banger off the same tape. The man just has a really great sense of what makes a hook.

19. Sakuran Zensen - “Taxi Man” 錯乱前戦　タクシーマンのMVです

This was a video that flickered through my feed a couple of years ago, I think thanks to Steve Scariano (not Steve Pick as I claim aloud). I don’t think a single recommendation of Steve Scariano has ever been the wrong answer — the man has impeccable taste. This song has all of the rock and all of the roll PLUS a ladder. It’s a strong song and an even stronger video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNmubstNGFs

20. New York Dolls - “Looking for a Kiss”

As soon as we were in the nasty distortion of Sakuran Zensen it was probably inevitable that we would go looking for the New York Dolls. The live performance of this song is worth the price of admission… and the drummer looks like one of the brothers from The Lemon Twigs!

21. Mina - “La verità”

Sometimes Italian is the only language that will do. It does tend to have its own melodic shapes separate from French. I adore the way she goes for the high notes in the chorus only to get to the climax, which is her dropping down into her lowest register to bitterly and sarcastically deliver the title phrase: “La verità:” “the truth.” I know just enough Italian to catch that her final declaration is “Sono stato io,” or: “It was me.”

22. Pylon - “Cool”

Pylon has been back in the news recently thanks to a big ol’ rerelease at the 40 year mark, and it’s a great way to get more in touch with a band that lies at the source of so much music we love. They are every bit as cool as the song.

23. Dalida - “Aghani Aghani”

Dalida is Egyptian born, in an Italian household, who first gained fame singing in French — or in Italian to French audiences. She ended up singing in 10 languages in all. She is a blockbuster French star with no parallel, though she died young by her own hand. “Aghani Aghani” is an Arabic medley that became a gigantic hit all across the Arab world and has since entered the fabric of the language and culture.

24. Betti-Betti & T.P. Orchestre Poly Rythmo de Cotonou - “Mbala”

We have been falling deeper and deeper for Betti-Betti’s songs. This one has so many of my favorite things that she does — the fantastic melodies that cycle past each other, the expressive horn lines, and the mouth percussion that totally transforms the song for me. We just recently got a different album of hers that we’re also really excited about; that one features an entirely different band in a different style. This one is T.P. though, those consummate collaborators, and this song is an epic joining of forces.

- Mulatu Astatke + Black Jesus Experience - “Mulatu”

25. Nick Drake - “Pink Moon”

Oh that strawberry moon with its red halo.

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softforimjaebum · 7 years ago

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Ripped Jeans

Im Jaebumx Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Genre: Thigh Riding Smut

Summary: Jaebum had been thinking about a certain kink all day long, even when he shouldn’t have been

Author’s Note: Send all the holy water y’all have, and drink some yourself. We all need jesus. Inspired by this:

To say that Jaebum was tired when he returned to his dorm after fan meets was an understatement. They would usually meet people all day long, and by the time he was alone in the confines of his shower, he didn’t want anyone to so much as talk to him, not even the rest of the boys.

After that, he would heard straight to bed. Some nights he even skipped dinner because the thought of the muscles in his mouth working made him feel awful.

But tonight, he just couldn’t get his mind off you. He knew this was the worst time seeing as you would probably be cuddled up in bed since he hadn't mentioned meeting you. He had seen the pictures you had so innocently sent him, trying on new dresses that you had bought that day in the few breaks they got during the day and it had somehow driven his thoughts wild.

He knew you didn’t send those pictures to try and tease him, but he couldn’t help it. All he could think for the rest of the day was getting you off. And now here he was, in the shower with the water cascading down his body with a hard on he didn’t want to do anything about. He didn't want anything to do with it if it didn’t involve you. But the problem was, he really did want to do something about it.

Usually, he wouldn’t be so needy. He could get himself off for the night and just meet you the next day to take better care of him. It had been way too long in his honest opinion since he had been able to see you owing to the many promotional events GOT7 had been a part of.

No matter how he tried he could not get this one image out of his head. You, riding his thigh, getting yourself off. He could almost imagine you grinding on his thigh, giving in so easily to his depraved kinks. On second thoughts, he realised you probably had a similar kink anyway. He could imagine your hands pulling at his hair and scratching any skin you could find because he wouldn’t let you get off that easy. It was almost painful to think about teasing you (and teasing himself in the process), but for the life in him, he couldn't stop thinking of it.

He was harshly pulled from his fantasy land by Jinyoung knocking on the bathroom door.

“Jaebum hyung, I need to brush my teeth, why is the door closed?”

He let out a deep sigh, turning the shower off and stepping out to reach for his towel kept on the rack.

“Give me a minute I’ll be right out” he shouted out to Jinyoung.

He dried himself the best he could, and then look at the pair of shorts he had brought with him to wear after his shower. He had made the mistake of bringing basketball shorts of pretty flimsy material, the kind that made it especially difficult to hide a hard on. He sighed again, debating whether to just wear his towel out. It wouldn't help much but it would be better than putting these shorts on and risking Jackson spotting him. He would never let Jaebum live it down.

“Hyung?” Jinyoung called out again

“Coming!” he shouted, sounding a little harsher than he initially intended. He couldn't help but let his temper flare.

Deciding to just go with the towel, he yanked the door open and walked past Jinyoung without a word; if anyone could understand Jaebum’s temper flares, it was Jinyoung. They had known each way too long to not realise the little things about each other.

Walking into his room he was almost glad for Jackson to be fast asleep on his bunk. Because this way, Jaebum had the room quiet and to himself. He had some things to mull over.

Should he just text you to meet him? He knew he couldn’t just go over considering he didn’t know what the situation with your roommate would be like. It wasn’t because your roommate had any hard feelings for him, in fact she loved him and babied him the way you would often baby Yugyeom, but because she hated being disturbed in her sleep. If you and Jaebum had plans she would either borrow your noise cancelling earphones or would shift to Jaebum’s dorm for the time the two of you needed the apartment. But if he decided to just show up unannounced and tease you into screaming his name until it was all you could remember, and mind you he definitely did plan on that, she would kick you both out onto the streets.

Then an idea struck him. Jackson had recently leased a car. He kept complaining about how he couldn't always wait around for the company cars to drive him around and wanted some privacy to himself, and so the company had allowed Jackson to lease a car for the next year to drive around as he pleased. The windows were obviously tinted, and at this ungodly hour, Jaebum could think of a couple of places that would be empty enough to park the car and have his way with you.

He decided to text you, checking if you were even awake.

Are you awake?

Your phone dinged, and you were surprised to see a text from Jaebum. You knew he had a fan meet during the day, the many pictures of GOT7 being, well, GOT7 had made its way onto your Twitter feed. Whenever he had a schedule as busy as today, you didn't expect him to contact you any shape or form. Pre-comeback, mid-promotion, all these times were when you had least contact with him. Not that he didn't make up for it whenever he could. If there was a day when he was just slightly less busy he would show up on your doorstep with takeout and cuddle you into the next morning.

Yes I am, everything okay babe?

You were ever so slightly worried at such a late night text only asking if you were awake. Your mind automatically went into mother mode because everyone knew idol life wasn't easy, and at this hour, everyone tends to overthink. You had just about locked your phone to wait for his reply, expecting a couple of minutes to pass before he did; everyone knew Jaebum wasn't a fast texter. He was quite a grandpa in that way, and truth be told, you could almost swear your grandma actually texted faster than him. However, you were surprised again at how quickly his reply had come.

I’m coming over, wear something easy to take off

OH. You were confused for about five seconds before it dawned on you; this was a booty call. You were still confused about Jaebum actually having enough energy to even text but hey, you weren't complaining. Needy Jaebum was the best Jaebum.

You had ended up just ditching your Stitch pajama bottoms for a plain skirt and about 15 minutes later, Jaebum was calling you asking you to come outside, saying that he had brought Jackson’s car with him.

You rushed out, leaving a note on the breakfast counter for your roommate just in case she woke up and found you gone. You recognised Jackson’s car easily, having helped him select this very one yourself.

Sitting in the passenger side, you greeted Jaebum with a smile, and you could tell by his face he wasn't kidding around. He did, however, lean in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before starting the car. There were silence between the two of you as he drove, and that wasn’t an uncommon thing for the two of you.

After driving about 20 minutes, Jaebum had brought you to what looked like an empty parking lot where he drove till the very corner of it and parked the car.

He was the first to break the silence, before you could even think of starting a conversation.

“Come here” he said, signalling to his lap and extending an arm towards you.

You quickly undid your seat belt, kicked off your slippers and crawled onto his lap, his arms engulfing you even before you were fully comfortable.

“I really missed you” you whispered while you nuzzled into his neck. You placed a lingering kiss that sent shivers down his body and he slightly pulled your body back.

“Me too”

You could tell he was being honest about his feelings, even though he never used many words to express them.

He took this opportunity to kiss you, soft and lingering at first, teasing you. If there was anything Jaebum loved to do, it was to find new ways of getting under your skin and teasing you. You knew tonight would entail the same, him having come up with something he knew in his heart would drive you mad. His hands were lightly caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, sending goosebumps all over your body.

He continued this until you wanted more than just soft kisses. Your hands went straight to his hair, pulling his face towards yours and he chuckled before deepening the kiss. His hands rested on the curve of your back, starting to slowly move you to grind on him. You lightly clawed at his neck before holding onto it and using that as a leverage to grind a little harder on him.

He could feel it when you started to get into grinding on him, the friction caused being slightly addictive. His hands crawled under your skirt and grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to lowly moan into the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss and went straight for your neck. He loved biting as much as you did, and you would probably have a lot of makeup to do in the upcoming days trying to hide the marks he was leaving. He started near your collar bone, slowly making his way up to your ears, his hands still holding onto your ass and maintaining just how fast you could grind on him.

“Ride my thigh” was all he whispered in your ear before pulling away from you completely and sitting back in the seat. He looked at your face, trying to read your expression. And you would be lying if you didn't admit that was one of the hottest things you’d heard Jaebum say, and you’d heard him say a lot of filth to you.

“You kinky little sh-“ you started with a smile before being cut off by a quick kiss from Jaebum, his face mimicking the smile on yours.

“Don’t even try to act as if you don’t love the idea already” Jaebum said, his eyes eager to see you do what he asked.

Well, he did have you there.

You got up on your knees and slightly repositioned yourself; the huge seats in Jackson’s SUV coming in extremely handy as you put both of your knees on either side of his thigh. This is when you noticed what he was wearing; he wore the same jeans as the ones he had worn earlier in the day at the fan meet, the extremely distressed jeans. He had only bothered to change his shirt, now wearing a plain black shirt that clung to his broad shoulders for life. The very thought of grinding on his ripped jeans made you moan.

Noticing this, Jaebum put both his arms on your waist and pulled you down to sit on his thigh, hurrying you along. Once seated you were slightly unsure of how to go about his request, but started grinding on his thigh like you had been before.

It felt a lot different though, the feeling of the distressed material of his jeans rubbing against you through your panties was delicious. You rolled your hips slowly, treasuring the new found friction, getting used to it.

Jaebum, on the other hand, had other ideas. He wanted to push you to the edge and then keep you there, just begging for his mercy. His hands gripped your waist tighter, making you grind a little harder on his thigh. He could feel the material of your panties on the skin that was exposed and as much as he liked it, he wanted to feel just how wet you were, he wanted damp spots on his jeans by the time he was done.

Lifting you up a little, his hands reached under your skirt and towards the waistband of your panties, tugging them down quickly. Not knowing how to exactly take them off all the way, he thought it would just be easier to rip them, seeing as the lacy material wasn't that strong anyway. As soon as you heard the material rip, you looked at Jaebum wide-eyed, and only slightly disapproving. You didn't have time to voice your disappointment though since as soon as your panties were gone, he brought you back down on his thigh and the feeling of the rough material of jeans right on your clit drove you wild.

“Fuck, Jae, that feels so good”

You were a moaning mess and his lips were everywhere on you, sucking marks on your neck before moving downwards and biting the supple skin of your chest. He managed to unclasp your bra and kneaded your breasts before pinching one of your nipples, making you cry out above him.

One of your hands is in his hair, pulling every time he gives you little bouts of pain and the other one is holding onto his shoulders for support. You grind on his thigh faster, and that is when one of his hands moves to your hair, yanking your head backwards, making you look directly at him.

“Look at yourself, riding my thigh in Jackson’s car in a fucking parking lot. You know anyone could see you like this right now, and I bet you wouldn’t even care would you?”

All you could do was whimper. The fucking mouth on this boy was pure filth and he knew too well that you loved it.

“I can fucking feel how wet you are you know? Just like that baby, keep grinding on me”

He held your eyes as you kept grinding on him, dangerously close to your release. And he could tell because the next words he said almost made you cum.

“I can feel how desperate you are to cum, but don’t you dare do it until you’ve soaked that spot on my jeans” he said, pointing to where you were grinding on him.

“Jae” you whispered, your own voice sounding broken and raw. “I can’t, its too much”

The harshness of his jeans was too much to bear, and to not cum while grinding on it even worse.

But Jaebum wasn’t having any of it, he just shook his head no, making you whine in protest.

Deciding to distract you, he grabbed your hand and placed it on top of his clothed cock.

“Can you feel that? How fucking hard you make me? Just seeing you this needy to cum, fuck baby, its so hot”

“Jae that isn’t helping”

“Oh well” he smiled at you momentarily, the purest smile one could imagine, before you rubbed him over his jeans making him throw his head back and moan.

At this point, you could feel the mess that you had made on thigh, and Jaebum still had no mind of letting you finish.

“Please jae, please fuck”

“Don’t you dare cum” he said, gripping your waist and stopping you from moving at all.

After a little while, when he was sure you had calmed down, he started moving you again. He was controlling the pace, and you were happy to let him because there was no way you could think straight enough to even ride him properly. Just as you were close again, he made stopped moving you again. And again, and again. He kept doing this until you were so close to the edge that you could start crying at how frustrated you were at being denied your orgasm so many times.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” he smirked at you as you tried to catch your breath when he stopped you again.

In response, you dug your nails into the skin of his neck that you had been holding onto.

“Oh hurting me isn’t going to make this any better for you baby” he said in a mockingly sweet voice.

“Please Jaebum” you managed to say, knowing fully well how needy you sounded and just how badly that got him off. He loved to see you as desperate for him as possible.

“Okay, make yourself cum” he said, completely letting go of you and leaning back.

You stared at him in surprise, you really didn't think you could move on your own.

“Come on, be a good girl and let me watch you get off just riding my thighs”

Placing your hands on his chest for support, you started moving; slowly at first, and gradually picking up pace as he kept on whispering how dirty you were for him, how it made him so hard seeing you like this.

His jeans surely had a soaked patch by now, but that didn’t help how rough they were, and it was making things even more difficult for you to get off. Sensing this, Jaebum took two fingers and slid them right along your clit. Letting you grind on his fingers instead of the rough jeans.

“Jae-“ you started to warm him that you were close when you were cut off by him suddenly putting his fingers inside you; catching you completely off guard and in the process pushing you into your impending orgasm.

You cum around his fingers, still rutting again his palms, trying to make your orgasm last as long as possible, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. He just sits there looking at you, making a mess of yourself. Saying he was hard was an understatement by now, but looking at you cumming almost made him cum in his pants.

When you were too sensitive for his hands to be on you, you lazily brought your hands down to his wrist and pushed it slightly. He complied, and slowly withdrew his fingers from you, careful to not make any sudden movements to hurt you.

Your eyes were closed, too busy catching your breath when you heard a low moan from Jaebum and your eyes shot up to his. He was looking down and following his gaze down you realised he had undone his zipper and pulled his cock out, that he was now stroking. With the same hand that had helped you with your orgasm. You had to admit that was the hottest sight you had seen, seeing Jaebum getting himself off.

And that sight itself turned you on, and you wanted to help him. You had an easy idea to do both of those things at once.

To draw his attention back to you, you slowly rolled your hips on his thighs once again, and his eyes were quickly back on yours. You smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him.

“So hard for me baby” you said, still grinding steadily on him, the oversensitivity long forgotten. You placed your head near his ears and continued, “You look so hot like this, Jae”. You let one of your thumb swipe over the head of cock, collecting all the pre-cum that was leaking from his cock.

“Making such a mess for me” you said, leaning back and putting that thumb in your mouth, sucking and licking it as you would to his cock.

Jaebum whimpered at this, and it made your inside twist. You wanted to hear that noise over and over again.

You rolled your hips faster on him, noticing his hand picking up pace too.

Your orgasm was approaching fast, owing to how sensitive you were and you did want to finish until you saw Jaebum finishing first.

“Jaebum, I can’t cum unless I get to see you cum first baby”

He was a mess, hearing you talk to him like this was a first, but it turned him on beyond belief and as soon as you said those words, he was done for. With one last stroke of his hand, he was cumming all over his shirt, moaning your name and writhing beneath you.

It was a sight to behold really, Jaebum’s face contouring in pleasure, his voice thick with need. It propelled you towards your own orgasm, your eyes seeing stars as you shut them tightly. To say that you were both a wreck, you more so than him, would be pretty accurate. Either of you could really move, just holding each other until your breathing returned to normal.

That’s when Jaebum reached towards the tissues kept in the dashboard of the car, and wiped both of you clean. Once he was done, he carefully lifted you up and you plopped down on the passenger seat. When Jaebum tried to pull away from you, you just whined and held onto his neck tighter. You weren't ready to have him leave just yet.

He chuckled at you before saying “Let’s get you home baby, you can cuddle with me there”

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lunapaper · 4 years ago

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The year was 2010. Emo was just starting to die out (long live the scene). I was studying to become a secondary school teacher, and Katy Perry was shooting whipped cream out of her boobs...

Second albums, more often than not, fail to live up to the hype. And yet, Teenage Dream has somehow endured.

While Perry’s 2008 debut, One of the Boys, launched her into the mainstream, it really hasn’t aged all that well. On tracks like ‘Self Inflicted’ and ‘Fingerprints,’ she tries way too hard to emulate Paramore’s bold pop punk. On others, she attempts to rebel against her gospel roots by turning the bawdiness up to 10.

It can also come off pretty juvenile at times. The singer was almost 25 when she sang on the title track: ‘So over the summer, something changed/I started reading Seventeen and shaving my legs/And I studied Lolita religiously/And I walked right in to school and caught you staring at me.’

But let’s be honest: Even though it’s been declared ~problematic~, you still jam out to ‘I Kissed A Girl’ when you hear it, don’t you? I hadn’t listened to ‘Ur So Gay’ before this, either, but its slinky, jazz-infused vibe absolutely slaps.

Like Teenage Dream is also a product of its time, presenting pop at its most sugary, hook-laden and bombastic. It managed to spawn 5 No.1 singles, the second album in history to do so after Michael Jackson’s Bad, as well as a documentary, Part of Me. There’s even a deluxe edition, cleverly titled The Complete Confection. It was Perry at her peak.

You know the title track, of course. Evoking images of cherry red lipstick, tight denim and driving down an empty highway in summer, Perry desperately clings to the memory of young love, breathlessly pleading ‘don’t ever look back, don’t ever look back.’

‘The One That Got Away,’ meanwhile, is its bittersweet sequel, Perry's lovesick nostalgia now tinged with regret. Yet, the only thing I really remember about the song is the video starring Cassian Andor himself, Diego Luna, as Perry’s past love, the beautifully dishevelled and tortured artist of my dreams (Dear God, that penetrating stare...) He’s also the only reason why anyone bothered to watch Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, if it wasn’t already obvious.

First single ‘California Gurls,’ on the other hand, is pure pop exuberance at its most campy and carefree, indicative of a more innocent time when it wasn’t driven by algorithms or social media. ‘Firework’ is still a go-to empowerment anthem for just about every kind of montage imaginable. ‘ET’ (featuring a pre-’presidential’ Kanye) is heavily-synthesised cyber pop that doesn’t get nearly enough love.

But Teenage Dream, in retrospect, has quite a few misses. ‘Peacock’ is just one big, long, glitchy dick joke. ‘Not Like The Movies’ is big ballad schmaltz. The brassy soft rock of ‘Hummingbird Heartbeat,’ meanwhile, opens with a hell of a line: ‘You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity/The first time, every time when you're touching me.’ And I’m pretty sure ‘What Am I Living For?’ is partly plagiarised from Justin Timberlake’s ‘My Love.’ Even Pitchfork awarded Teenage Dream a rather tame 6.8 in their recent retrospective review.

By the time Perry released Prism in 2013 – her ‘darker, moodier’ record - she had shifted further into ‘inspirational anthems.’ There was the inescapable mega-hit ‘Roar,’ the saccharine power ballad ‘Unconditionally’ and the Eastern-tinged ‘Legendary Lovers,’ complete with wellness and spiritual motifs.

But it wasn’t without its bangers: ‘Dark Horse’ (featuring Juicy J) jumped onto the trap pop bandwagon just in time with its subterranean bass and eerie, otherworldly synths. Even the slick, 90s-indebted ‘This Is How We Do’ has a certain charm.

Prism also marked the point where Perry’s invincibility began to wear off. Where the masses once lapped up her candy-coated antics, they were now calling her out for wearing braids in the video for ‘This Is How We Do’ and dressing up as a geisha during a performance at the American Music Awards.

And they would only get louder during her era of ‘purposeful pop.’ Released in the aftermath of the 2016 US election, Witness was meant to cement Perry as ‘Artist. Activist. Conscious’ - as her Twitter bio read at the time. She had joined Hillary Clinton on the campaign trail. On Instagram, she was quoting the likes of Socrates and Plato. She was Woke now, and she was telling anyone who’d listen.

Yet you’d be hard pressed to find much trace of this ‘purposeful pop’ on Witness, bar the first single, ‘Chained to the Rhythm.’ Written with Sia and Max Martin, the singer implores listeners to ‘put your rose-coloured glasses on and party on’ amid whirling, colourful synths.

The rest of the record, however, is made up of either soppy, overly sentimental ballads (‘Save As Draft,’ ‘Pendulum,’ ‘Into Me You See’), awkward lyrical turns and CHVRCHES/Purity Ring knock-offs (‘Hey Hey Hey,’ ‘Roulette,’ ‘Deja Vu’).

Funnily enough, Purity Ring’s Corin Roddick produced some of Witness’ better tracks: ‘Mind Maze’ and the soaring ballad ‘Miss You More, along with ‘Bigger Than Me.’

Final track ‘Act My Age,’ meanwhile, feels like a pre-emptive strike against the criticism Witness would inevitably receive (‘They say that I might lose my Midas touch/They also say I may become irrelevant/But who the fuck are they anyway?’).

Then there’s the godawful ‘Bon Appetit’ (featuring Migos) with its food-related double entendres. It was ‘Yummy’ before ‘Yummy’ existed. Seriously, I just wanna see Orlando Bloom say he likes this song with a straight face...

But I will still defend ‘Swish Swish’ to the death. Do the lyrics suck? Yeah, but Perry’s never been the strongest lyricist. But its pulsing 90s house beat does a lot of the heavy lifting, along with Nicki Minaj’s spitfire verse.

The promotional rollout for Witness, meanwhile, proved just as messy. Among the most infamous was a 72-hour livestream, where voyeurs got to witness Perry sleep, meditate, do yoga and welcome a random assortment of guests, including Gordon Ramsey and activist DeRay McKesson. Then there was the meme-laden video for ‘Swish Swish. She literally served herself up on a platter in the clip for ‘Bon Appetit.’ She tried reigniting her feud with Taylor Swift on James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke. Needless to say, it reeked of desperation.

Looking back, though, you can’t help but feel a little bad for Perry, trying so hard to please only for it to blow up spectacularly in her face. So devastated, it sent her to the Hoffman Institute, which offers an abridged version of therapy. As she later told the Guardian:

‘I think the universe was like, ‘OK, all right, let’s have some humble pie here […] My negative thoughts were not great. They didn’t want to plan for a future. I also felt like I could control it by saying, ‘I’ll have the last word if I hurt myself or do something stupid and I’ll show you’ — but really, who was I showing?’

But although Witness lacked the perkiness of Teenage Dream or the cartoonish charm of One of the Boys, it shines best on its darker moments.

‘Dance With The Devil’ has the kind of smoky allure that wouldn’t look too out of place on a BANKS album, while ‘Power’ is a revelation. Produced by Jack Garrett, what could’ve been yet another dull empowerment ballad is turned into a gritty, groaning slab of vaporwave pop, with sultry sax riffs that sample, of all things, Smokey Robinson’s ‘Being With You.’ It’s electric as fuck. You believe it when Perry sings: ‘’Cause I'm a goddess and you know it/Some respect, you better show it/I'm done with you siphoning my power.’

If the singer had just done away with the whole ‘purposeful pop’ concept and stuck with Garrett, Roddick and Terror Jr’s Felix Snow as her core producing group, Witness probably wouldn’t have been half the failure it was. It could’ve had a chance to grow on people, the kind of slow burn Perry could’ve gotten away with at this point in her career. The cyberpop dystopian feel also could’ve gone hand in hand with her newfound wokeness, echoing people’s fear and anger in the aftermath of Trump’s win. But alas, we’ll never know...

While the rollout for Witness over the top, Smile’s was lacklustre and wildly inconsistent.

First single ‘Never Really Over’ came out a whole 15 months before the release of Smile to little fanfare, along with a hippie-inspired video to match. ‘Harleys in Hawaii’ later followed, which also stuck with the flower power aesthetic. Other singles - ‘Daisies’ and the title track – seemingly came and went without a trace.

So how did Katy Perry get to this point? And is there any chance of coming back?

It’s hard to say. A lot of artists go through a rough patch or two: Miley's twerking antics divided audiences when she released 2013’s Bangerz. Taylor Swift’s reputation divided audiences. Only in recent years has Lady Gaga’s ARTPOP been vindicated. Such is the nature of music and pop culture in general. It’s fickle, just one vicious cycle after another; an endless quest for trend-bait that'll never end.

Right now, disco pop is going through a renaissance, while hyperpop reigns supreme. Dua Lip and Charli XCX are basically untouchable at the moment. TikTok has taken over from Top 40 radio when it comes to breaking hits, while the gap between album releases has also grown shorter and shorter. Even the nature of fandom has changed, shifting from old-school elitism to the bloodsport that is ‘stanning,’ along with an unhealthy amount of ‘endless simping’ (to quote a close friend of mine).

Perry, meanwhile, has failed to keep up, choosing to play it safe in order to avoid further scrutiny. But in doing so, she strips away the humour, the mischief and other idiosyncrasies that fans fell in love with in the first place.

But what choice did she have? As Junkee’s Sam Murphy notes in his own piece about Perry’s rise and fall:

‘At that point, you have two choices as a popstar — hunt for relevancy or make what comes naturally to you. Perry chose the former and came unstuck. She inserted vague wokeness into her songs as cancel culture infiltrated pop, tacked on rap features as hip-hop became the dominant commercial genre, and worked with producers who may have been able to find her credibility.’

(Full disclosure: I started writing my piece on Perry back in December 2020, so the timing of Murphy’s piece and mine is purely coincidental).

Even if you don’t believe in cancel culture, no one actually wants to be cancelled. It’s just not good for PR, especially for someone with an image as glossy and as carefully put-together as Perry’s. Even now, she continues to atone for Witness, telling the LA Times: ‘Having more awareness and consciousness, I no longer can just be a blissful, ignorant idealist who sings about love and relationships […] Even my travels have afforded me a new perspective on cultures, class systems and the inequality around the world, not just in the United States,’ though she carefully avoids the subject of politics on Smile.

But redemption is possible. Swift – Perry's one-time nemesis - was a total pariah back in 2016, mocked for her Girl Squad, for diddling the Hiddles while on the rebound from Calvin Harris and criticised for remaining coy on her political leanings. Now she’s earning indie cred with two of 2020’s biggest albums, folklore and evermore, and has thrown her support behind a number of social causes.

The devil works hard, but Swift’s PR team work harder. I might not be her biggest fan, but Taylor works Kris Jenner levels of mastery when it comes to rebuilding public sentiment. Thanks to her newfound indie cred, you’ve almost forgotten about the pastel atrocity ‘Me!,’ her 2019 duet with that insufferable drama kid cliché, Brendon Urie. Shifting her songs away from petty grievances to more original storytelling was also a smart move.

But while Swift has managed to move on, Perry seems to have fallen into the same adult contemporary trap as Gwen Stefani, Kelly Clarkson, Christina Aguilera and Pink, one that ensnares many female artists over 30 (Though many have also managed to escape – Gaga, Taylor, Beyonce, Rihanna, Kesha, Robyn...)

As ‘woke’ as the industry and fans at large might think themselves to be, they’re still pretty ageist. There's still an expectation to ‘mature’ your sound as you age, to become more ‘serious.’ No more fun, no more experimenting, boomer. But when you do end up filing away the edges, you’re called dull, generic and past your prime. Perry said as much on the aforementioned ‘Act My Age. You just. can't. win.

And yet, many female artists over 30 have created some of their best work yet in just the past year or so: Hayley Williams made the dramatic shift from pop rock to low-key, Radiohead-inspired tunes on her solo debut, Petals For Armor. Fiona Apple’s Fetch the Bolt Cutters was hailed by critics as her most bold, urgent and visceral. Jessie Ware’s What’s Your Pleasure? was a cut of understated disco pop elegance. Carly Rae Jepsen, meanwhile, released an equally stellar companion to 2019’s Dedicated.

At this point in her career, Perry could afford to follow a similar path to that of the Canadian singer. Once the meme value of ‘Call Me Maybe’ wore off, along with her mainstream appeal, Jepsen finally had a chance to discover real creative freedom, pushing her sound to greater heights and earning critical acclaim, all without having to compromise her love for catchy hooks and bold synth pop arrangements.

A couple of years ago, a Reddit user made a post about participating in a focus group held by Perry’s label to discuss why she’s ‘no longer one of the[ir] most notable female pop artists,’ and ‘what can [they] do with her image or marketing to make you care about her again?’

It’s depressing to think that an artist as accomplished as her needs a focus group to help solve her identity crisis. There really is no easy answer. Hopefully, Perry will be able to return more vibrant and assured than ever, on her own terms...

-Bianca B.

#music #katy perry #longform #opinion #new #Bianca B

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bamby0304 · 7 years ago

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She Howls I: Awaken

Summary: There’s nothing extraordinary about Angela’s life… until she joins her brother and best friend for a walk in the woods at the dead of night. After getting bitten by a mysterious beast, things begin to drastically change. Now she can do things she’s never been able to do before. But with the change comes complications, like hunters, monsters and a whole lot of secrets…

Chapter Eighteen: Life of the Party

Masterlist

Warnings: Lil’ bit of violence.

Bamby

"You really have to stop walking into the boys' locker room, McCall," Coach sighed as he looked up from his desk.

Closing his office door behind me, I moved to take a seat on the other side of the desk, smiling sweetly at him. "We both know that's never going to happen."

Shaking his head, he looked down at the work he'd been going over. "So, why are you here?"

"I heard you need volunteers for the formal."

His head snapped up, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You want to volunteer?"

It's not odd that I wanted to help out, I was always volunteering. The odd thing was the fact that literally no one had offered to help. With all the death and mayhem happening lately, no one wanted the responsibility of keeping an eye on a bunch of hormonal teenagers, while risking their own lives.

Going to the dance for fun was apparently different though… I guess… because despite the threat of death, all the tickets had sold out in a matter of days.

"I want to volunteer to chaperone. Yes." I nodded.

"Great!" He beamed.

Shopping was Stiles' worst nightmare. I'd tried to drag him along with me a few times, but he hated it with a passion. Shopping with Lydia was confusing. I'd never really spent much time with her, but Stiles wanted to be here even though the idea of shopping made him cringe. Shopping with Allison was awkward... which shouldn't need an explanation as to why. Yet, here we were. Stiles, Lydia, Allison and myself.

When Stiles begged me to go with them, I wasn't too sure if I should or not. But then Scott had agreed, saying it would be easier to protect Allison if I was with her. That's how I ended up in Macy's looking for a dress for the formal.

Lydia was dragging Stiles all over the place, hating the fact that Allison was making her take him to the formal as payback for making out with Scott. So, with those two busy, I was sticking with Allison.

The air around us was awkward and a little uncomfortable. It's not that we hadn't spent time together before, we had. But Scott had always been there… and they'd been dating. Now she was his ex, and it made things a little weird.

But I wanted to take this time to hopefully help my brother out as well, which meant I was going to have to become friends with Allison.

"You think this is my colour?" I asked, grabbing a dress off a rack.

It was a beautiful royal blue, made from some kind of silky material. The back was cut out and bare, the straps thin. The bodice was tight, with a V-neck line that would show some cleavage. The skirt had an A-frame shape, and would fall about mid-thigh.

Allison turned to look at it, still clearly uncomfortable. "Uh… yeah." She nodded. "Yeah, it's nice."

Sighing, I put the dress back, shaking my head at her. "You broke up with my brother, you didn't break up with me. So, stop acting like I'm gonna bite your head off."

"Don't you hate me?" she asked, genuinely confused.

I frowned. "Why would I?"

"Because I broke up with your brother," she noted, as if to say, 'duh'.

Laughing lightly, I continued walking, looking at more dresses as I shrugged. "He may be my brother, but that doesn't mean I don't know how stupid he can be. I can understand why you broke up with him."

Following me, she sounded surprised as she asked, "You can?"

"Of course." I nodded. "But… I also know he's not the guy you think he is. You've just caught him at a tough time. Trust me, he really cares about you, and knowing he might have hurt you is eating him up inside."

"It is?" she still sounded surprised, but she also sounded a little hopeful.

"Big time." Reaching some more dresses, I grabbed a bright yellow one. "Now this is my colour." I winked at her.

Slowly, a smile spread on her lips before she let out a light chuckle. "You know, you're kinda fun, Angela."

"I know." I grinned. "And please, call me Angie."

"Okay, Angie…" Looking to a rack of dresses, her smile grew as she grabbed the same dress I'd grabbed before, only this one was red instead of blue. "This is your colour."

Coming back from trying on the dress Allison had picked out for me, I walked around the corner and towards the dresses again, finding her waiting… without Lydia or Stiles… while Peter stood by, talking to her.

"You're not alone, are you?" He smiled innocently. "Shopping for dresses with friends."

While she stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to react, I pulled my phone out and quickly messaged Scott- knowing he was using an old phone of mine until we got his back. He was around somewhere, just in case, which I was grateful for. That meant he could offer up a distraction so we could get Allison out of there.

Peter's smile grew a little. "High school dance." He pretended to put the pieces together- though I knew he already knew why she was here.

"Formal," Allison corrected, voice scared and shaking. She was backing up a little, eyes watering slightly, while her cheeks reddened with panic.

Putting on a friendly smile, I walked up to Allison, completely ignoring Peter. "Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. I love the dress," I told her, hoping my easy-going attitude would help her relax.

"Attention, shoppers. The owner of a blue Mazda, license plate 5UN I768. Your car is being towed.,." a woman called over the sound system.

Allison's jaw dropped. "What?" she gasped. "That's my car. I'll be right back," she told me before hurrying off.

The moment she left my smile turned into a smug grin.

Peter chuckled lightly. "I have to say, I'm impressed. I knew you were smart, but I didn't think you'd be this difficult." As he stepped closer to me, I stood my ground, not wanting to look weak. "No wonder Derek took you while he could."

My grin slipped, a look of shock passing across my face for the briefest moment before I could correct myself and try to hide it. But there was no point. He'd seen me slip.

"I could smell him all over you the last time you visited me in the hospital,” he noted, stepping even closer. So, I hadn't imagined it. He had sniffed the air… "I could smell the desire on you. The sex."

"It's none of your business," I snapped at him.

"Oh, but it is." He smirked, his hand coming up to brush my hair over my shoulder as he stepped even closer. "He hasn't told you, has he?"

"Told me what?" I glared hard at him, trying to calm my beating heart.

"Female werewolves are more like their animal counterparts. Just like wild wolves, you'll experience something called a heat," he growled the word, leaning in even closer.

"You're disgusting," I spat the word.

But it didn't matter how angry and hateful I felt, my body was doing some talking of its own. The way it wasn't moving away from him, but instead leaning into his touch. The way my skin was warming at his proximity. The way my breath hitched and my heart raced. All signs of arousal.

It reminded me of the first time I saw him. I didn't even know who he was back then, but my body did. I'd felt a connection in an instant, but I'd brushed it off just as fast. Now I knew the truth. It was the wolf inside of me reacting to its maker... its Alpha.

"I'll see you tonight, Angela." With that, he pulled back and walked away as if nothing had ever happened.

…

Mum stood behind me, pinning a few strands of my hair back to keep them from falling into my face. She'd helped me get ready, and had even let me borrow a pair of her shoes. I wasn't used to wearing heels, but the moment I'd slipped the nude pumps on I knew they were perfect.

"Now, are you sure you don't want to borrow a jacket?"

"I'm fine mum, really. I'll be inside all night, and then I'm coming right home," I assured her as I turned.

A smile broke out on her face, her eyes taking in my appearance. "You're so beautiful."

Unable to stop it, I felt a blush break out on my cheeks.

She'd done my makeup as well. I rarely wore it, so we kept the look simple with some mascara, eye-liner, foundation and red lips. She's also let me borrow a gold chain choker, which had a small crescent moon pendant hanging from it.

"It's really nice of you to volunteer. I know school dances have never really been your thing. And I know how hard it can be to hang out with-"

"A bunch of hormonal teen aged couples after being recently dumped by your first boyfriend?" I finished for her. The look in her eyes told me exactly where she'd been going. I shrugged. "I'd rather go out than stay home alone eating yet another tub of ice-cream." That was a lie. I'd prefer the ice-cream, but someone had to watch over Allison.

Chuckling lightly, she nodded. "Good point."

"Anyway, mum, I'm fine." I smiled reassuringly at her. "Really."

…

Standing off to the side of the gym, I swayed to the music slightly as I kept an eye on the students. They were all dancing, the girls in stunning dresses and the guys in handsome suits. It brought a smile to my face, seeing how happy everyone was.

"You okay?"

I turned to see Allison coming over to stand next to me. "Yeah." I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be."

"Well, you're standing over here, all on your own," she noted.

"I don't mind. I like to people-watch every now and then. Speaking of… I couldn't help but notice your date." I gave her a knowing grin.

The idea for Jackson to bring Allison to the dance had been Scott's he felt that it would help keep her safe. I personally thought it was one of his more naive ideas. Jackson's ability to keep Allison safe from anything was pretty minimal.

But still, Scott was adamant and I knew I'd been there anyway, so it didn't really matter who Allison went with, I'd keep an eye on her.

Smiling, she chuckled lightly. "Yeah… not sure if I made the right choice coming with him."

"Who else would you have come with?" I asked, knowing the answer but pretending I didn't.

"Scott," she admitted without missing a beat.

I'd known he was there for a while now. I knew the moment he arrived. I also knew that if I looked around, it wouldn't take me long to find him.

"Not sure if you're aware of this… but Scott's here." I shrugged, playing it cool.

As if on cue, Coach called out then. "McCall!" Out of instinct I turned to him, but his attention was on the bleachers, not me. I followed his gaze as he started forward, his eyes locked onto my brother. "I see you pal. Come here. McCall!"

Trying to move through the crowd, Coach continued for Scott while he ducked behind curtains and people in the effort to lose the trail. But try as he might, Coach had a lock on him.

"Should we help him?" Allison asked, genuinely concerned.

Watching the scene before us, I shook my head, grinning lightly. "Nah, Scott's got it handled."

"McCall! It's a small gym, buddy. I'm gonna find you," Coach called, still manoeuvring through the crowd. "I got you, McCall! Come here, come here! McCall!"

Hurrying over to some seated students, Scott rushed over to Danny, pulling him up and over to the dance floor. My grin simply grew as he wrapped his arms around Danny's shoulders, while Danny placed his hands on Scott's waist, the two now dancing to a slow dance.

"McCall!" Couch broke through the crowd, finding my brother. "You're not supposed to-" He paused, looking to the two boys. "What the hell are you-"

The music died as everyone turned to Coach accusingly. As far as they were concerned, Coach was telling my brother off for dancing with another guy, not for being at the dance while under academic probation.

"What the hell are you doing?" Coach asked, still confused at what he was seeing- having no idea that everyone was watching him.

"Yes, Coach?" Scott asked, moving closer to Danny.

Eyes wide, Coach stepped back as he realised what this looked like. "Okay…" He laughed nervously. "Hold on, you- I was just saying he's not supposed to- I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't-" He stumbled over his words, gesturing to my brother and his 'date'. "You guys don't think- You don't- I- I was- Just dance, everybody." He managed. "Just dance! It's a dance!" He laughed, backing up. "It's a party!"

"Told you he could handle it." I nudged Allison, giving her a wink as Scott came up to us.

"Allison-"

She cut him off, seeing the goofy smile on his face. "Yes, I would love to dance with you."

His smile widened as he took her hands and led her onto the dance floor, leaving me to stand there, a smile of my own growing.

Moving around the outskirts of the dance floor, I was keeping an eye on everyone when Stiles came up to me, a slight concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Lydia went off to find Jackson, and I can't find either of them. What if Peter's here? Would he… do you think he'd hurt-"

Placing a hand on his arm, I cut him off before he could freak himself out to the point of a panic attack. "Hey, relax, okay? Why don't we just go look for them, okay?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"Good. Now, do you have either of their numbers?" I asked, getting another nod. "Try calling. Don't stop until we find them."

Grabbing his hand, I led him towards the doors to start looking. I could feel his pulse under my skin, racing with worry. He was really stressing out. The threat of Peter unnerving him.

But the moment we stepped into the hall we found Jackson headed our way.

I frowned, smelling the alcohol on him in an instant. But I could smell something else as well. Guilt. "What did you do?"

"Where the hell have you been?" Stiles asked, putting his phone away. "Did Lydia ever find you?"

When Jackson simply sighed, I repeated myself. "What did you do?"

"I- I- I was out behind the school, and I-" He struggled to say the words. "I was out-"

Brows furrowing, Stiles picked up on what I'd already noticed. "What happened? Jackson, what did you do?"

Seeing the look on Jackson's face, I could tell he wasn't going to tell us. Or maybe he just wasn't saying anything because of the way I was looking at him. The way he smelt and looked and was acting, it made me think he'd done something dangerously stupid, and I swear if that put anyone I cared about in danger, I was going to rip his throat out.

"Stiles, we still need to find Lydia," I reminded him, my glare fixed on Jackson. "Don't go anywhere. We're not done here."

Neither of them had the chance to respond before I grabbed Stiles' hand, turned on my heels, and stormed down the hallway.

We'd look around the school, but hadn't been able to find Lydia. The second we were outside though, I picked up her scent. Stiles was right behind me as I followed the trail, moving further and further away from the gym.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to you sniffing the air for people," he mumbled behind me.

"I got used to your sarcasm. You'll get used to this," I commented back.

Honestly, I was still getting used to being a werewolf. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever stop feeling weird. But that didn't mean I wanted to give it up.

Derek and I had talked about it. I'd even discussed the issue with Scott. If the cure was real that meant Scott or I could become human again. Only one of us could kill Peter. Only one of us could give the last blow that would end his life. That meant only one of us would be cured. Without hesitation, I'd given up my chance to be normal again, and gave it to Scott.

He wanted it more. He needed it more. His life had truly been turned upside down since we'd been bitten. Sure, there were some pluses, but most of what had happened was bad. I didn't want him to have to suffer through that anymore, so I was willing to give up my own freedom from the chaos, as long as that meant he could be happy.

"Jackson!"

Both Stiles and I stopped in our tracks, backs ridged as we turned to the lacrosse field. Suddenly, the bright field lights turned on, one by one.

In a matter of seconds, we were sprinting in Lydia's direction, running as hard and as fast as we could, fear and adrenaline driving us forward.

The moment we were passed the benches and could see Lydia as she stood in the middle of the field, her back to us, I spotted Peter. He stalked towards her, silhouetted by the bright lights.

"Lydia!" Stiles called out to warn her, both us of moving as fast as we could. "Run!"

Being a werewolf meant I was faster than Stiles, but even then, I didn't make it to her in time. Peter grabbed Lydia, his fangs extending as he let out a bone shaking growl. Then, without hesitation, he bit into her.

A scream erupted from her lips from the pain and shock, but it was all too much. When Peter let her go, she fell to the ground, badly bleeding and unconscious.

Turning to me, Peter grabbed my throat and pulled me to him, a low growl rumbling from his chest as Stiles came to a screeching halt. Not only was Lydia now bleeding to death, but my own life was in danger. It wouldn't take much for Peter to kill me like this.

"Please." Stiles' voice shook. "Don't kill her." He didn't say who, but he didn't need to. He was begging Peter not to kill either Lydia or myself.

Still growling lowly, Peter smirked. "Of course not." He lifted his free hand to run his thumb's claw over my cheek. "Just tell me how to find Derek."

Eyes flicking to mine for a split second, Stiles tried to sound confused. "What?"

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale," Peter repeated, his eyes on me, his claw tucking some hair behind my ear.

Despite the fact that I wanted to be strong and brave, in this instance I was fighting so hard not to whimper and cry. His hold was strong, but it didn't hurt. It was a warning, letting me know that he could hurt me if he wanted to… if I did something stupid.

"I don't know that," Stiles stammered. "How would I know that?"

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you?" Peter answered simply. "And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth… or I will rip Lydia apart, and then I'll force Angela to kill you."

Seeing Stiles literally shaking in fear, I knew I had to do something. To save Lydia, and to save him. Peter had made it clear, if this doesn't go how he wants it to, I'll be the only one he'll let live… or maybe he'd just kill me after as well.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, already hating myself for what I was about to do. "You can track the GPS on Scott's phone. Derek took it when they were fighting. He must have known they would have taken him."

I could feel Peter's eyes on me. "The Argents?"

"Yes." I nodded against his hold, still squeezing my eyes closed.

With a breath, Peter let go of my throat. As I opened my eyes he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Lydia's blood from the corner of his lips. "You're both coming with me."

Stiles looked from me, to Peter, to Lydia. "No, I'm… I'm not just letting you leave her here."

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me."

"Just kill me!" Stiles snapped without thinking. "Look, I don't care anymore."

Peter stepped up to him, pressing the tip of his claw to Stiles' chin, pin-pricking him and drawing blood.

The thought of him hurting Stiles pushed me into action.

I was there in an instant, placing a hand on Peter's arm. "Please, don't. Please. I'll go with you. Just please don't hurt him."

He hesitated for only a second before lowering his hand from Stiles. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all your getting." As Stiles pulled out his phone and turned away to call Jackson I was left standing there with Peter. His eyes looked me up and down hungrily, as if he was eating up the sight of me. "You look exceptional in red."

Stiles parked his Jeep in an underground parking lot. Peter got out before turning to me. Grabbing my arm, he didn't pull, but he held me, waiting for me to slid out and stand next to him. Then we moved around to the other side to join Stiles.

Leading us a few cars down, Peter didn't let my arm go, net even after we stood behind his car- I recognised it from the night he went out with mum.

"For a guy who's been in a coma for six years, you seem to be adapting fast. I mean, you've already got a car," I mumbled.

"It belonged to my nurse," he noted as he let me go in order to unlock and open the trunk.

"What happened to-" Before Stiles could finish he was cut off at the sight of Peter's nurse lying dead in the trunk. "Oh, my God!"

Peter shrugged. "I got better." Reaching in, he grabbed the laptop bag that sat beside her, before closing the trunk and setting the laptop on it.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." Even now Stiles couldn't keep the sarcasm and attitude from his voice.

As if expecting a comment like that, Peter pulled a device out of the laptop bag and handed it to Stiles.

"Oh, MiFi," Stiles sighed as Peter pulled the laptop out. "And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a person preference?"

Ignoring him, Peter took a step back and gestured to the computer. "Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here," Stiles commented as he started to type in the code for the MiFi. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Peter gave him a knowing look. "You know both of them."

"No, I don't." Stiles stood his ground. But even I could hear the lie… in his voice, in his scent and in the beat of his heart.

Not wanting Peter to kill my best friend, I sighed and gave in. "His user name is Allison… and his password is too."

Shoulders slumping in disappointment, Peter turned to me. "Really?"

Stiles' eyes glanced at me for a moment before he looked to Peter. "You sure you still want him in your pack."

As Stiles did his thing, I moved closer to Peter. "What are you going to do once you've found Derek?"

He looked down at me, a knowing looking in his eyes. "I'm going to kill people."

"Derek shouldn't have to-"

Cutting me off, he lifted a hand to cup the side of my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. "You don't have to worry about Derek. I won't let anything happen to your precious boyfriend, if that's what you're worried about."

Stiles paused for a moment before he turned to me, shock written all over his face. "You and Derek?"

"He doesn't know?" Peter grinned, his eyes searching mine. "Does anyone know?" My silence was the only answer he needed. He chuckled lightly. "Secrets aren't healthy, Angela. You should know better."

"Peter, you don't have to do this." I tried to change the subject. "Please, just leave us alone. Leave Scott, Derek and me alone."

He simply sighed. "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favoured prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need all three of you."

"We're not going to help you."

"Oh, you will." His grin fell back into place. "Scott will because it'll save Allison. You will because it'll save Derek." He looked to Stiles then. "And you will, because it'll save both Scott and Angela."

Eyes wide, Stiles looked to me and then Peter. "What do you mean?"

"When the Argents catch them," Peter glanced at me as he said, "and they will," then he turned back to Stiles, "do you really think that they're going to let either of them live? Especially Scott, after having been so close to one of their own? Stiles, all of the power is in your hands now. It's your choice. Are you gonna save your friends?"

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