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ichimatsu-gal · 10 months ago

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I watched the the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel

HOLY FUCKING SHIT OMFG I JUST WANTED TO EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS ON IT AND RAMBLE SO HERE

!!!HAZBIN HOTEL SPOILERS!!!

!!!VERY DETAILED SPOILERS!!!

Episode 7:

almost immediately I was happy to see Charlie get angry and frustrated even if it was just for that little rant about everything that’s happened so far and then choosing to make a deal with Alastor was insane I’m already theorizing all the ways he could ask for a favor that would still be pretty bad even if it doesn’t involve hurting anyone.

when we get to meet Rosie for the first time I kinda expected her to me more malicious and kinda blood thirsty but she ended up actually being a very sweet person who was very genuine and I loved that about her, she gave Charlie some very good advice about Vaggie that I really appreciate bc I though the same thing, also wasn’t expecting her to have the voice she did but I loved it anyway. (FUCKING SUSAN) the way both Alastor and Rosie just behaved like besties in this was way too funny Alastor cursing was way funnier tho and the fact that all it took was just to say hey there’s gonna be free food and it’s angels flesh was so stupidly simple.

I loved that they gave Carmilla another song she was absolutely beautiful and badass like bro HER HAIR DOWN GOT ME BARKING NOT GONNA LIE, she’s a very strong woman who is smart, resilient, and loves her daughters, also I’m biased bc she’s Latina and I’m latina so obviously she’s the best. The fact that Vaggie being an Angel was so obvious is hilarious to me I always thought the X on her eye was some type of aesthetic eyepatch not like an actual thing angels get when they lose and eye??? Still not sure about that but whatever, I loved the realization that yeah Vaggie fights with no real concern about her own life because she’s never had to fear for her own safety before, she wasn’t even aware she could die so the fact that Carmilla is like girl you fight like you aren’t scared of getting hurt which is stupid on your part is both funny and like wow yeah she’s so right that is a dumb way to go about it. Since usually demons can’t cause any type of real harm angels have never had to worry about death so they go about killing every extermination day completely recklessly so it keeps them open to weak points, they didn’t even think about their own weapons they left behind being used against them so yeah, the song was an absolute bop (like girl find the motivation to fight in the fact that you have someone to lose).

I love that the others stayed obviously they would but it’s nice to see everyone trying to help in any way they can despite the circumstances, they all enjoy each other’s company and it was so nice to see how far everyone has come.

Episode 8:

I’m kinda confused as into how Vox managed to get cameras? technology?? Into the hotel but whatever his reactions are funny. Almost immediately I was trying to figure out who was gonna die this final episode and when I saw dear ol Pentious in his little uniform I kinda knew and I was pre sobbing getting ready for the emotional damage I was gonna get (which side note I absolutely love his hair?? When it’s down I mean I’m a sucker for long black hair??? So yeah) anyway the whole thing with him and Cherri is so cute he’s such a dork. I like the scene with nifty and Alastor cause honestly I fully believe he doesn’t own her soul she’s just so outta pocket that he finds her amusing and her presence entertaining and he genuinely enjoys it so she gets to stick around, DID YALL SEE THE FUCK ME EYES HUSK GAVE ANGEL AT THE BAR DONT TELL ME YOU DIDNT AND THE WAY ANGEL LOOKED AT HIM WHEN HE WAKLED OFF YOOOOOOOO I CANTTTTT, and then Pentious being so awkward with Cherri is so cute my man was STRUGGLING tryna confess his love for her, he did say some really sweet things tho that she was kinda getting into it before he ran off plus Angel being like hey he got two dicks and she’s like huh 🤔 (like GIRL GET SOME OF THAT OR ELSE I WILL ).

They really did us dirty with having Charlie so obviously in front of angels door crying and shit before the episodes came out that shit had me sweating. So Adam, I’m not gonna like he kinda….👀 but only because he’s voiced by THE Alex Brightman like c’mon be so serious he did that character so good I can’t even, also I was kinda wondering why all the exorcists are all women like is that just because Adam prefers it or what? But anyway the fact that Vox got the other two V’s together so they can all watch this shit go down is so funny bc they couldn’t care less. It was so fun seeing what Alastor had in store bc I find him so fascinating as a character he has all these interesting powers that he doesn’t really get to use too often since he never has a reason to kinda go all out and have fun killing people so it was fun seeing that. Bro when Adam punched the dome that was wild I was like wow that was kinda cool I’m not gonna lie and the fight with Alastor was insane the animation was amazing it was so fun seeing Al just dodging his attacks with such grace like go off king tell him he’s a bitch 😌💅, when his microphone got sliced in half his reaction was absolutely priceless holy shit I rewatched that shit like 5 times bc I couldn’t get over him cursing like it was so quick but it did the job so well, hearing his actual voice outside of his normal Radio-ish way of sounding was really something it made it feel more alive I guess. Vox’s reactions was so funny he really is a bitter ex that just wants the worst for him I love it (NO! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUUUUU, PUSSY!!) I love him.

When Vaggie said something had to be done about Adam and Pentious was watching I just knew, AND MY MAN JUST REALLY RIZZED CHERRI LIKE THAT BROO HE DIPPED HER AND EVERYTHING OMGGGGGG like I agree with her that WAS hot. I WAS SO PISSED THAT HE DIED FOR NOTHING LIKE BRO I KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE A JOKE DEATH I JUST KNEW IT, they couldn’t even give bro the honor of dying in a way that would make us cry cause when he went out like that I just knew he was gonna probably end up in heaven to make up for how lame that was. Having Charlie call Adam a pig was so fun like yeas girl tell him, I kinda didn’t agree with Vaggie deciding to allow Lute to live cause girl that’s a loose end I would not wanna deal with later bc she has no mercy (she literally ripped off her own arm to chase after her bro) she would not hesitate to kill, like yeah I get the whole I’m better than you so yeah live with the fact the only reason you breathe is because I let you but girl be so for real she is a nuisance that will come back to bite you in the ass later I know it.

The fact that I didn’t even think about the fact that Adam was wearing a mask this whole time is so stupid of me but when I did see that I was thinking of all the ways he could’ve looked like and to say I was disappointed is an understatement, my disappointment got worse when I saw his pathetic little goatee 😑I’ve seen way better fanart, Lucifer coming in with the save 😮‍💨 not him saying he was gonna fuck Adam the silence was so loud (the only time the other two V’s found it interesting too)😂😂. lucifer is such an airhead twink I love him; Not only is he effortlessly flying circles around Adam and having fun while doing it he’s insulting him too, THE EVE COMMENT WAS SO OUTTA POCKET BRO LIKE WHAT WHEN DID EVE TAP THAT (lucky bitch) I was wondering where she was and apparently it was in his bed (that shit made me snort he has hella rizz) cause not only did he take Adam’s first wife he took the second one too bro, it was pretty cool seeing his more demon form his horns where hella cool and the fact that the entire time Lucy was like unserious about his whole interaction with Adam’s is crazy because I feel like it shows how powerful he really is, after all he is still a seraphim. I appreciate that despite everything Charlie still keeps her compassion and keeps her dad from killing him cause that could not be me girl plus nifty coming in with the last stab is hilarious he really got killed by her of all people that is sad, from what I could count I think she stabbed him 15 times maybe? Which like damm that’s crazy he stood no chance I’m kind of wondering if lute and him had something going one too bc her reaction was definitely not just some soldier who worshipped him it felt more personal and with the whole (sir SIR ADAM!!) plus the dopey ass smile he gave her wich Im ignoring the fact that it might’ve been due to the rapid amount of blood exiting his body and the multiple stab wounds and the fact he was, you know….dying was very loving in a way that just makes you think if there was more to them.

(Quick shout out to the fact that I’m watching the last episode for the second time and I just noticed what I think is Angeldust’s brother and Baxter watching the news)

I’m curious what deal Alastor made that is making him want so desperately to get out bc he definitely was close to a nervous breakdown there (husk was so disappointed Al didn’t die in the war). I was so thankful Pentious actually went to heaven bro I was starting to worry I’m not gonna lie 😀, his design is pretty cute i find it funny he ended up right in front of Sarah and Emily bc you’d expect him to be at the gates but no, it was like a big fuck you to Sarah about redemption which I love how they both reacted to that (love Emily).

Now Lilith, the fact that she is so obviously in heaven is insane like girl you have been gone for SEVEN years with absolutely zero contact with anyone and at first I was like where can she even go in hell that would keep her away for so long and then boom she’s on a nice beach somewhere up above like what the hell. Apparently her and Adam made a deal which my theory is that way before it was made official in order for for the exterminator to happen permanently which I’m guessing was Adam’s idea him and Lilith agreed that if she sang just enough to get his idea accepted by Sarah she would get to stay and chill in heaven maybe? It could be deeper than that but it’s crazy that all this time when her daughter needed her most she was just enjoying life upstairs, maybe she really is the evil mastermind behind it all.

(Something I just thought about, did Lucifer cheat on Lilith with Eve??? Cause like when he said he stole botu of Adam’s wives he was with Lilith so does that explain why they aren’t together or maybe had a falling out a long time ago, or would explain his depression and sense of guilt despite it being so long ago kind of)

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Anyway that was all my opinions and commentary on the last two episodes of hazbin hotel I just don’t have anyone to talk to this about and it was too early for anyone else to really write anything about this so I was like fuck it I have tumbler, please do leave comments on your opinions, commentary, and theories about this I would absolutely love to hear what you you’d have to say thank you for reading this shit show that is my brain. 🥰

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years ago

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AGHHHH IT'S HERE!!! I AM SCHEDULING THIS FOR LATER BC I FINISHED IT EARLY BUT AHH @beckyu I HAVE FINISHED THE FIC >:]

also HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO SHROUD YOU SAVIOUR !!!

ps becky i completely forgot about my plan for chapter two until i was one scene away from finishing...so let's just say this can be an au and it will happen at one point 😭🙏 for now tho this is just a rewrite of chapter one but with a LOT more content :]

(read the og fic here ! ao3 link to this fic !)

shroud, you...savior?

words: 4590 (LENGTHH!)

cw: panic, description of a panic attack (-ish? idrk how to write panic attacks), spiders, swearing

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Trust. It was a vulnerable thing to play around with, he knew that. Yet still, Wilbur continued to show up behind the “Ranboo” plushie on Tommy’s bookshelf. Day after day.

It had been almost a month since he and Tommy had met, and already his mind had already sworn the kid to be trustworthy. But logically, he knew that the risk factor of revealing himself went up and far beyond the skyline he’d grown to know as Tommy’s ceiling.

True as that may be, though, a part of Wilbur still liked thinking of Tommy as a gentle human, rare as they may be…and never as young as Tommy. He had all the doubts in the world that this human wouldn’t be just like the stories. It only made sense.

He wonders how much Tommy really cared about his situation, because he knew that so much of his life’s curtain had been lifted, but for some reason the human only sympathised with him. It frustrated him to not understand such a massive thing.

Wilbur knew it wasn't worth it to dig deeper, because all it took was one unthought sentence to tip the boat and send Tommy off. His entire world would clatter around him, every minute he spent making sure he wouldn’t be seen, finding the right way to borrow food without any trace, to make his own tools and his own home—just like a borrower should. Every delicacy he’d been trained to follow. It was exhausting, but that’s how it has been, and Wilbur doesn’t hope to change the fact just yet.

Instead, he followed through with offering up a system that he explicitly said he expected Tommy to follow; a simple “keep your hands and eyes to yourself”.

It had been a risky card to lay on the table, but Tommy respected it.

So far.

And he enjoyed their talks, for the most part. Occasionally his voice would run dry when Tommy would ask a question that made the hair on his neck stand, and he never misses the awkward pauses between their responses when Wilbur trails off as he thinks he’s talking too much or revealing too much or about to reveal something important.

All in all, other than that insecurity, it was nice to have a responding voice to relax with.

Settling down against the wood of the bookshelf was a rewarding thing, something like a gift for his hard work. And a good fifty percent of the times he’d done it, Wilbur avoided thinking about how convenient it would be to get Tommy’s help with what he spent unnecessary time on.

Unfortunately for him, this time was the calm before the storm.

That was impossible to tell at that point, though.

It was quiet as he approached from the hole he’d carved in the back of the bookshelf, save for Tommy wrapping his stream up with drawling out his goodbyes. Stars danced in the sky from what he could see without the glare from the warm fairy lights that Tommy had lit. He can just barely see between the plushie without risking being spotted. And from what he could see, Tommy had ended the stream by now and was only sitting with himself in the camera view.

He closed down the camera and returned to Minecraft. He barely knew what it was, though it seemed Tommy enjoyed it a lot. And it seemed nice, like…clean? Smooth? Wilbur can’t exactly find the words to describe something out of his range of knowledge.

“Wilbur?” Tommy calls out, voice raised.

“Hi, Tommy,” Wilbur replies softly��though he keeps his volume up for the sake of Tommy. It echoes around the closed off shelf just slightly, repeating back to him twice. “Was your stream good?” he asks, crouching down and shuffling his legs so he’s leaning against the same wooden wall he’s always on, head turned to watch Tommy’s fingers tap against the rectangular thing he always uses. He used to know the name of it, but it’s vanished in his head for the time being.

It’s lulling to listen to.

“I think it was? I don’t know the word for it, it was fuckin’ weird, Tubbo wouldn’t stop punching me the entire time.”

“I don’t expect you to know the word, you’re too young to know big words,” Wilbur hums.

It was risky, but the sound of Tommy’s huffed laughter let his nails stop digging into his palm.

“Piss off, you don’t even know what a keyboard is, ya’ dick. Don’t make fun of my lack of vocabulary, I have more important things to do than learn fucking English—like attend to my many many women, yeah?”

Wilbur bites at the inside of his cheek, combing desperately through the tone of Tommy’s voice, how it spilled into lilting syllables at some points and how his voice raised at other times. He seemed sarcastic…but he could never be sure. And it made his voice run dry. He closed his eyes and pushed the side of his forefinger against his temple, sighing in regret. Or maybe relief of the tease in part of his reply.

The silence drew out awkwardly, Wilbur sat with his eyes closed and only the sound of the keyboard clicking. Before the rubber band could snap back on the both of them, Tommy chimed in. “Hey, Wil, y’know I was just joking about that, right? I’m not mad at you,” he reassures. It soothes him so quickly.

He opens his eyes again and returns his hands to his lap, ready to reply when he sees something shift in the shadows. Jumping, his hands instinctively reaching to his side for a needle, where he finds himself defenceless against whatever was there. The scent of rot runs in his senses. He wrinkles his nose at it, chest already heaving.

“Wilbur?” Tommy cuts in, but he can barely hear it over his head spinning

Wilbur stays still, moving slowly. He can barely get halfway to his feet before something pushes on his chest and he slumps back against the wall, his head pushed down awkwardly. He pushes his vision up the best he can, what little light that floods in from Tommy’s room displaying a creature he could just faintly recognize.

A spider.

Stories of the beings come to a slamming halt in his head. It pins another leg onto him, and he bites his tongue hard, saliva pooling in the bottom of the mouth he struggled to keep from screaming. He keeps his hands to himself, one pressed flat against the sleek wood and the other clamped over his mouth.

Spiders…shouldn’t be that big. He’s never met one before, but it screams unnatural. It screams monster. Fittingly, Wilbur screams for a monster.

“Tommy—oh fuck—Tommy!” Wilbur yells out, his rules clambering to the ground with an inaudible shatter. The spider above him hisses in reply, the red glint in its many, many eyes making his blood run cold. It doesn’t do anything, it sits there, while Wilbur is defenceless. The predator has his prey, so again, in a last ditch effort, he calls for its predator. “Tommy!” again he yells, as if somehow the human could be able to help him.

Fuck his rules! Why was hiding one of them?

Why does he never plan for the worst?

Tears that fall to his agape expression, making his strained eyes stinging and his throat run dry. He swallows, shuddering at the lump he can't find a way to get rid of, and if somehow it was possible, the spider pushes down harder, hissing at him again. Its eyes burn into his head. Wilbur huffs nervously and sinks further down the bookshelf wall.

Whatever Tommy’s reply is goes in one ear and pours right out the other, his senses a garbled pit of smog.

The spider above him twitches, vibrating through it's body where Wilbur can feel it in his core.

And before he can call once more for the human, the warm lights that look like orange spots in his teary vision are pushed into view as the contents on the shelf are shoved to the side to fix a problem Wilbur should've been able to get himself out of.

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Tommy shoved everything to the side of the middlemost shelf, not bothering to acknowledge the bits and pieces that fell to the hardwood floor with a clatter. The only thing his instincts care about is the tiny thing that lay in front of him, barely the size of his finger, crumpled near the edge of the shelf with Shroud standing proudly on him. Wilbur’s curls barely obscure his wet cheeks that only get worse by the second.

Tommy stands for a moment, hands making useless efforts to find a way to get the spider off of Wilbur without startling the tiny. He doesn’t deserve that.

Eventually, he pinches the sides of his body and brings his other hand underneath, barely grazing Wilbur’s torso in the process. Tommy’s heart twists when he steps away with Shroud and more importantly his raging head which makes him feel awful for breaking the second of Wilbur’s couple of simple rules.

“Shroud, fuckin’ dickhead, don’t do Wilbur like that,” he scolds the arachnid, slipping him into his cage and sealing it off.

He’d been completely mindless to let it be on the shelf.

He runs a hand down his face and returns back to the bookshelf, where Wilbur still was, chest still heaving from the scare and eyes absolutely fixed on him. They never left him, and he felt awful. It got worse with every step he took closer to the tiny, no matter how slow he approached and no matter how high he raised his hands in defence.

Tommy couldn’t blame him. He had lied to Wilbur. Let him sit in faux comfort.

Wilbur coughs, choking on the tears that don’t stop rolling down his flushed cheeks. Tommy’s expression twists, plummeting deeper in concern. He swallows, nervous.

“Hey, uhm, Wil?” he asks. Wilbur flinches at it, shuffling away from the edge of the shelf and further and further into the corner until his body is pressed up against the fold of the two wooden boards. “Hey, nonono—it’s okay, you’re fine,” he tries. “It’s—you’re fine. Shroud’s gone, yeah? He’s in his cage.”

There is the daintiest moment of silence before Wilbur bursts,

“Had you known? Did you know that entire fucking time?” Wilbur demands, his voice shaky, and not only because of his uncertainty.

Tommy had always hated how unsure he felt around him, even in the safety of the bookshelf, a place that he, at the time, had felt safe at. But he has bigger problems to address head-on than Wilbur’s wavering trust with him. Like, how heavy his chest was.

“Wilbur, breathe in,” he says, ignoring the question. Wilbur obliges startlingly quickly, taking in a deep, quivering breath. “Okay, uhm, breathe out. And then in again—out,” he demonstrates, watching as Wilbur takes what he says to heart, not without a scowl on his face however.

Tommy stands back quietly as Wilbur sorts through his emotions. He watches with his breath held, and when tiny eyes connect with his own he releases it. Wilbur’s lips curl in on themself, then open like he’s going to say something.

Tommy listens.

“Answer me,” Wilbur says.

Tommy swallows and stays quiet, guilt pecking at him like a crow.

Finally, “Yeah, yeah I did. But trust me when I say I didn’t want anything to do with you! I—I mean I like talking to you ‘n all, but I respected your personal space, y’know?”

Wilbur considers it for a moment, eyes staring beyond Tommy, down at his hands, then back to Tommy. “I wasn’t safe, and you let me think I was! You’ve gone and what, let me go weeks thinking I was safe?”

“You were safe!” Tommy argues, brows furrowed, shallow in thought as to why Wilbur refused to believe what he said. Maybe he needed to be more convincing. “Seriously, Wil. Think about it, man: I knew where you were pretty much every day, and I didn’t make one move for you. I let you think you were safe, because you were. I literally own a spider, people hate those fuckin’ things, I’d never hurt him, let alone you.”

Wilbur stays quiet. Tommy can’t exactly say that he looks convinced or is even processing anything Tommy said to him, so Tommy lends him the time to. The borrower intertwines his fingers around his legs, nails tugging up his skin as he tightens his grasp.

Tommy’s hands twitch.

Slowly, attention never leaving the tiny, he inches his hand up and moves it closer to Wilbur, knuckle extended just barely so he can nudge the man. Tommy’s finger rubs against the soft material of a shirt that was once his as he tries to soothe Wilbur, grazing barely at his impossibly small and fragile torso.

Instantly, borrower startles, hands unlinking and rushing to his side, only for his tense shoulders to slump for some reason. Then Wilbur’s face twists into a deeper scowl and his hands, each barely the size of his fingertip, push at his knuckle. The feeling makes the fan in his mind whir loudly and his eyes go noticeably wide, the feeling of an entire hand against centimetres of his finger plays with his head.

“Sorry,” Tommy murmurs above his crowded thoughts.

“Don’t fucking touch me, yeah? You’ve done enough, you don’t get to fucking—" Wilbur pauses suddenly, his brows furrowing as he silently negotiates something, which ends with a quippy: "get the hell away from me, actually! I don’t want to see you right now.”

Tommy’s face, somehow, falls even further.

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Wilbur watches with bated breath as Tommy walks off without sparing another glance at him. A part of him is rewarded at the sight of the human taking his demand, while the other worries for what might be to come.

Perhaps something awful that Tommy wanted to keep a secret by playing along. He doubts that fact, because in the back of his mind he knows Tommy, amusingly enough, would never compare with the mercilessness (or, respectively, the brains) of someone who could torture such a conscious being.

When the door to Tommy’s bedroom finally closes softly, he feels like he can breathe again; his muscles ease and the smog in his mind wipes away slowly. It still stands, but he doesn’t have it revving at every little insignificant movement Tommy had to offer.

Wilbur sighs and drags his hands along his face, sore eyes and tear-dried cheeks making his skin scratchy. He shuffles up, standing in the place that just moments ago he would’ve considered his safe haven. But dwelling on it didn’t appeal to Wilbur, so he found his way out of the stream of soft lighting and back into the shadows, the fairy lights covered by the thing Tommy had shoved to the side.

He steps carefully along the small board installed between the back of the bookshelf and the wall, ducking as he approaches the small hole. It’s equally as dark inside, and without the usual chatter as Tommy streamed or talked to friends it felt suffocatingly quiet and isolating. Contrastingly, at the very same time, he thinks the sound of it would make him sick.

Call him dramatic, but he has every right to be right back at square one with Tommy.

Wilbur walks silently towards the lit part of the walls, where he’d hung a piece of excess cloth to section off his living quarters with the rest of the tunnel systems. He ducks under it, and instantly a matchstick-box bed with a portioned sponge as his mattress calls to him to rest his sore eyes.

He slumps on the makeshift bed. It sinks just slightly after it gets used to his weight, and a notable rarity of physical tire creeps along his aching body.

He eases his muscles to the best of his ability as he drifts, flexing his fingers and rolling his wrists. Wilbur can’t recall a time where his hands had been that tight or when they’d dug into his skin like that.

To put it simply, he felt betrayed. And maybe he shouldn’t, but he did.

Wilbur’s eyelids hung heavy over his eyes as mentality seeped into physicality. He shuffles his position, laying the length of the makeshift bed with hands crossed over his chest while he stared up at the almost endless ceiling. It climbed higher and higher until it was too engulfed in shadows to see properly.

He imagines Tommy’s ceiling, white and smooth. He wondered what it would be like to fall asleep under that roof instead of…well, truthfully, he doesn’t know if he considered the abyss to be a roof.

Sure, in most aspects it was. It sheltered him from the rain and kept him away from the blazing sun, and the walls around him made the temperature bearable, but he can’t say it’s exactly the most…relaxing thing.

Wilbur can mark many occasions where he’s walked past a motionless Tommy who stared up at his ceiling. At the time he’d assumed the kid to be asleep, but now he reconsiders. So, he supposes he wished to have a place to think. Because staring up at the same towering wooden panels that shoot beyond his vision is never calming. It’s effortless to imagine a thin, woolly, pitch-black leg creeping out of the shadow, then another one, and another, and another as eight beady red eyes blink simultaneously blink, and the hiss of it echoes through the caverno—Wilbur squirms uncomfortably and tries to blink away the vision. It fades as he tosses to his side and grabs aimlessly for the crumpled clump of sloppily sewn together pieces of cloth, something he thought would look appealing, but really looked untidy. Finally, his fingers grab at it, pulling the weight up to toss over himself.

His overheated body is cooled by the cold feeling of it having rested on the dusty floor. It feels nice, it almost distracts him from the impending doom that his mind can’t shake the feeling of.

Wilbur's fingers curl into the cloth.

Minutes pass, the lulling sound of something being on a raging absence for such a peculiar and melancholy evening.

Maybe an hour passes, perhaps three or six. There was one constant during his wakeful period: Wilbur could barely sleep. No matter if he shifted his body just barely or assumed a million different positions, if he kept his makeshift lights on or off, or if to soothe his restless mind he hit himself in the head.

Every time, he’d end up on his back, staring up at an abyss. Something in him wanted to seek out Tommy. It was an abrupt thought, and frankly a startling one, and he certainly weighed the possibilities of it for a long while.

Somewhere along the way of deciding, his head stopped buzzing and he found a means to sleep.

Wilbur isn’t entirely positive it was morning as he wakes up to a thump! that rattles the fragile insides of his nook.

He jolts up, anxiety scaling his spine and foraging his bed-ruffled curls, and right down to his eyes, which flicker with the same uncertainty that was in his limbs when he shoved his bedding off of himself and stood to his rickety feet.

Thump!

Wilbur jumps, the noise sounding strangely close—oh.

Tommy.

For a split second, it had just been him in the universe. He had forgotten about Tommy’s piss-poor scheme of letting him bathe in the lie, fermenting it just right until it was inevitable that the betrayal would sting just a little bit more.

“Wil?” Tommy calls out, tapping at the outside of the walls again. “I’m not gonna try anything, I actually don’t even want you to come out. It’d be nice to physically make up with you, but words are good too. Just tell me you haven’t gone and left,” Tommy says. His voice echoes down the hallway, and Wilbur can imagine how close he must be. How far he’s leaning over the bookshelf just to get a shot at his crumpled trust. Bullshit.

He considers it, standing in the middle of the hall. It’s tempting, he can’t say he doesn’t still yearn for the feeling of just sitting with Tommy, being with another person instead of alone.

But, then again, he knew the risk, and it skyrocketed.

So, Wilbur stayed quiet until he could get his shit together.

Tommy disagreed.

“Wilbur,” Tommy drawled sourly, “come on, man, I don’t want to make this a bigger deal than it already is, but just–” his voice is cut off as he stops talking. There’s a pause, a pleasing one, but it’s cut off with an abrupt “sorry”.

The borrower sighs. “Are you trying to make me feel bad?” he asks.

“Not really.” Tommy pauses shortly. “Maybe.”

Wilbur huffs, amused. “Well it’s not really working.” It is.

Barely, there’s the echo of a sigh.

Through the weight of their silence, Wilbur considers his options: life over Tommy.

It’s not exactly apparent to him, yet still he chooses something and throws all of his cares away to walk down the hall and closer to Tommy.

“Well then I’m not trying to make you feel bad, because you know me, I never fail,” Tommy jokes, laughing at his own attempt at humour. Wilbur snickers quietly, trying to remind himself that Tommy is an absolute traitor. But he doesn’t have it in him to care.

“That is presumptuous of you to say,” Wilbur muses, a grin appearing as he imagines Tommy’s face as he reacts to Wilbur’s comment.

By now, the borrower is moments away from the bookshelf opening.

He pauses, standing in the middle of the hall as he contemplates going any further.

Tommy, now sounding closer than ever, where Wilbur can hear every shuffle of his sleeve against the polished shelf, inhales sharply. He lets it out in a slow sigh, and Wilbur anticipates their witty conversation to halt.

“I gotta apologise, man,” Tommy confesses.

Wilbur perks, folding his arms over his chest to hear what Tommy has to say.

“Go on,” he urges.

He can hear Tommy swallow thickly and sigh again. “I know I broke your trust, or whatever,” Tommy says, his voice muffled like he’s cupping his hands, “and I moved too quickly when you needed help—which in my defence I wasn’t thinking, but it still isn’t a proper excuse. I don’t…apologise for saving you or knowing where you were in case you did need my help, but I apologise for just fuckin’ not telling you so you could re-whatever yourself to feel safer.”

Wilbur blinks, tightening his fingers around the fabric of his sleeve and curling into his skin. Guilt clawed at him. He hadn’t known Tommy for very long, but he’s gathered enough to know he didn’t apologise very often—or so he’s heard.

Before Wilbur could comprehend what just happened or even start to reply, he heard Tommy walk off.

So now, the only thing left in the air was Tommy’s echoing apology and the lingering product taste of Wilbur’s dramatised overreacting,

Guilt.

Wilbur spent the rest of the day taking care of the things he didn’t have time to do before. He fixed the bulk of his weapons—sharpened the lead of a pencil and swept the remnants of it up, then went to hell and back trying to clean the deep grey off of his palm and fingertips.

He hadn’t left the walls though. Tommy leaving had made him feel beyond awkward, and no response he could think of portrayed how he felt or conveyed a proper response to an apology from the non-apologist.

And by the time he could hear Tommy pile into his room for the night, Wilbur decided to give up on his fake conversation and simply face his fears. Mental or physical ones, he hadn't decided yet.

He shuffles up from his bed and starts down the hall. As he does, he listens intently for Tommy’s boisterous streaming voice. He hoped he could catch the human before he started his daily streams.

Thankfully, it seemed like an easy task, because although Tommy had already situated himself at his desk and booted up a game, he made no move to his streaming gear.

Wilbur wonders intrusively while drifting down a rope he’d installed to the bookshelf if perhaps the skip in his schedule was because of him.

The borrower, swiftly, moves onto the lower shelf and disappears back into the walls, the only difference being that he's travelling down the path to Tommy’s desk, which he’d made the opening a while ago when he’d considered visiting Tommy once. (It was a futile attempt.)

He travels down the walls, and when he gets to the abandoned opening, he finds it unblocked, completely visible unlike how he distinctly remembers leaving it.

His eyes narrow at Tommy.

The human notices him quickly, eyes prying away from the screen to catch sight of the unsure borrower.

Wilbur tenses.

“Hey, man,” Tommy greets smoothly, “I didn’t think you used that tunnel—opening–…thing.”

Taking a deep breath, Wilbur shakes his head. “I don’t. I made it a few weeks ago and left it alone, I found no use for it. I do distinctly remember covering it up, though,” Wilbur points out. Tommy shrinks back a bit.

“Yeahh,” he drawls. “Sorry.”

Wilbur shakes his head. “I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Fair, fair,” Tommy says, glancing at his game and back down to the borrower. “Well, uh, did you need anything, then?”

Wilbur shrugs. “Well—I couldn’t sleep,” he lies. It wasn’t entirely a lie—although he hadn’t really been trying…oh well, Tommy’ll believe it.

“Did’cyu want to have a chat then?”

Wilbur eyes Tommy’s hoodie pocket, knowing he wouldn’t get over his fear if he didn’t try. “Actually–uh, could I just try to fall asleep in your pocket instead? Would you mind?” he asks.

Tommy frowns. “Really? You trust me for that?”

“I want to,” Wilbur admits, shifting from the cutout in the wall and down onto the desk, following along the wooden surface cautiously. He stares up at Tommy, who in return stares back down at him.

“Yeah, sure, then, just—come here,” Tommy says, moving his hands from his mouse to the table, laid flat only an inch from him. Wilbur stares at the intricacies in it, each line that is spread taut and each colossal finger laid steady for him.

Sighing, Wilbur places an unsure hand to Tommy’s skin, the contact being the first human contact he has ever had. Wilbur can’t even describe the feeling, something faint of a spark or a fan whirring. His eyes narrow as he concentrates on continuing on, pulling himself onto Tommy’s hand until he’s sat in the middle.

Tommy curls his fingers just slightly and lifts it off the table. His gut churns with a new sensation as he watches the ground extend from him as he’s lowered to Tommy’s abdomen, the red cloth of his hoodie’s pocket soon encasing him when Tommy tilts him just slightly inside. He tumbles off and onto the unstable surface.

At this moment, he is infinitely close to Tommy. He can hear the subtle churning of his gut, which had startled him, but held a strange comfort.

He’s resting with a traitor, who in his mind posed as more of a saviour at the moment.

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#mw #brickfic #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!wilbur #g!tommy #ee t!wilbur content for the SOUUL <3 #anyway hope you enjoyed this :D i broke my rule and wrote past 2 am....it's 4 am atm #also sorry to deprive you of this for another 3 days (as i type this it's the 12th) but it had to be the 15th sdfjfdsj

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 11 months ago

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I have quite a few hang ups with Come Morning Light, the hunger games au I posted one chapter for back in November and have yet to update.

The first and foremost personal challenge is the fact that I, PCE, a certified Angst Wimp, am gonna have to kill off sooooo many of my faves. Like Hunger Games has some dark ass subject matter, kids forced to kill each other. I’m struggling with that, especially with what I have planned for Craig.

Along that same line, it’s gonna be a HUGE cast of characters, which I’ve had difficulty with in the past, it’s one of the reasons I primarily operate in oneshots. I love a good The Gangs All Here fic, but fleshing out 20+ characters is HARD. Bc a fluffy 2k word oneshot of Stan and Kyle in an awkward meet cute where there’s maybe one other character (usually kenny lmfao I’m a creature of habit) is a WHOLE different animal than a multicharacter multichapter. That’s something I had to figure out recently with TWITR, and character introduction held me up a lot in ATLCTS.

Okay this one may seem really inconsequential to a lot of people, but one thing I didn’t think about when developing this concept was the fact that there’s not really away for me to get around Stan eating meat lmao that’s one thing that over my time writing sp fanfiction has become ESSENTIAL to me characterizing that boy. I’ll probably just have him make a comment about how he could never kill animals himself WHICH BRINGS ME TO:

Kyle as our Katniss character. So if you’re familiar with my bs, every time I write Kyle, he’s inherently less angry until it’s called for, he’s very idealistic in his worldview and it takes something actually really pissing him off for him to snap. This is NOT gonna be the case here!!! This boy is ANGRY BY DEFAULT, the worlds out to get him? fuck the world right back! Plus, the entire story is gonna be from his perspective, bc I love writing Kyle, but it’s gonna take all my willpower not to turn him into my usual empathetic to a fault sweet people loving Kys.

Also, I usually tend to leave the adults mostly out of my stuff, but they’re gonna play quite the role in this. We got Garrison as Haymitch, Big Gay Al as Effie, fuckin Mr Slave as Cinna. I’ve never even WRITTEN the three of them. The dynamics gonna be fun tho.

Ofc there’s the problem of it being an adaptation too. There’s a fine line between just replacing hg characters with sp names and copying the plot, as opposed to making it your own. I do have some plot changes planned, but this is an issue I faced with We’re Gonna Sing It Even So, and that almost led me to abandon that fic when I felt like I was just plagiarizing Hadestown.

Also I’m not planning to adapt more than the first book. I reallllly couldn’t handle Kenny taking out Ike with his trap in the third one.

BUT!!! This won’t be abandoned, it’ll just be slow going!!! Ya wanna know the main reason?

Because the first idea I had for CML (other than Kyle volunteering for his little brother) was STAN AND KYLE IN THE FUCKING CAVE SCENES. A major change is that both of them are already deeply down bad, but those scenes??? Yeah no one’s playing for the cameras. I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena so bad lmfao that boy is my original sp whump muse and NATURALLY Kyle taking care of him I love that shit. Girl we gonna GET that prosthetic leg the movies left out (Ship In A Bottle Stan moment, I love that fic btw) as the Style Injury Dealer, I MUST deliver.

So, yeah, if anyone’s down, I’ll eventually pick it back up lmao.

#sry I know no one cares abt my unsolicited ramblings #also I have that tfbw continuation I’m being begged for #which I’m also struggling with #also……#i may or may not #have another multichapter work I’m thinking about #plus I always got OJV brainrot so I’ll probably just keep posting headcanons for OrangeJuiceVerse on here instead of writing lmao #smh #south park #the hunger games #au #sp au #my shit #PastorCraigEnjoyer on ao3 #ao3

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acatinafancyhat · 1 year ago

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Watched Chess Netherlands today because... well, I can 🙃 It was surprisingly not all horrible. Definitely flawed and problematic but it had some parts I really liked! Of course I had lots of thoughts again so here is me venting them. 99% sure no one else cares about Dutch Chess but what the hell, tumblr is for screaming into the void right? ✨️

Act I

- You can instantly tell this is a Dutch production because the championships take place in what looks like a school gym. I mean we do our rubiks cube tournaments there. Is fine for chess, no?

- Explaining chess to the audience bc that's what the show is really missing

- Many Svenska Vibes

- Anatoly with an i is the most Dutch Soviet Russian i've ever met. Just, no nonsense. 'go take care of my children woman.' Calling each other names is how we show affection <3

- I will say the boys (Anatoli's kids) playing chess during the opening is a nice touch

- Story of Chess also has very to the point lyrics. "chess requires reticence so u don't kill each other" see now this actually sets up the show real well :)

- Awkward humor no one laughs at ✅️

- Anatoli's kind of a downer

- Freddie's sort of charming but his relationship with Florence is gonna be garbage i can tell

- strike 1: ableism

- (honestly he just reminds me of every Dutch white guy on tv)

- strike 2: assault

- Florence is already so done with his shit good for her

- also "with me there, he is brilliant" tru tru

- Singing Nobody's Side while random people have a lil party behind her?

- oh it's an excuse for karaoke ONIB

-Are they really gonna do the whole song though do we really need that

-lol Freddie pushes karaoke guy off stage so he can finish the song. honey this is a little early in the show to be getting this drunk what are you doing she hasn't even left you yet

- Arbiter leads morning exercise... ok well why not

- No dancing during the chess game. It's cool we can just watch two guys play chess from a distance for a couple minutes. Fun times.

- Freddie sticks his gum under the table real subtle like he hasn't got multiple cameras pointed at him right now

- Actually on second thought i think the chess game might be better without the dancing. Characters are doing interesting things. The contrast between Anatoli sitting stiffly at the table while Freddie is prancing around fistfighting the cameras is Most Amusing :)

- Did he just try to make Anatoli's move for him omg 🤣

- Freddie @ arbiter "uh it might be time u keep things under control around here" and off he runs HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ngl i kinda love him here

- However Florence's defense of him just seems completely unreasonable considering toli literally just. sat there. the whole time.

- Anatolyi gets the 'i'm ridiculous' monologue like in Svenska

- 'Hey my people killed your people oops now let me sing a song in the language you probably don't remember and it's somehow romantic and not creepy or overstepping any boundaries at all :)'

- Running away from Molokov in a shittier version of Svenska. Meh. But again they are aware of the lack of embassies in and around Merano which I do appreciate bc i'm pedantic like that

- Freddie: hey what's she doing with that Russian

Freddie: hmmm idk

Freddie: they're definitely talking abt me tho 🤨

- Flo & toli have a healthy conversation about the fact that he just left his kids behind i support that!!

- However this timing/setting for Anthem sucks. He's just singing it to Florence. And it's literally about how he misses his family? Weak. This needs to be an epic declaration of love for his homeland to all the world not whining to your girlfriend. Ugh can't believe they fucking ruined Anthem!

- So far all of this strikes me as discount Svenska but without the investment in Flonatoly and the only thing it's really got going for it is a handful of good lines BUT we'll see about act 2...

Act II

- Why the fuck would you start your second act with Merchandisers?

- Nice audience interaction though, it doesn't completely not work

- But following it up with Heaven Help My Heart is hmmmmmm really not ideal pacing-wise.

- Freddie's woman verse is even more cringe in Dutch i can't accurately translate it but it's so..... yikes..... The word he uses instead of "woman" ("popje") literally means "little doll/puppet" (but with slightly different connotations). It's sometimes used as a term of endearment but in this scene it is very much derogatory and ew.

- "here I stand wondering / if I ever knew you / have I ever really known who you are?" I like this translation!

- Pity the Child pulls no punches (does it ever?) He's so pathetic, he's such an asshole, and as a teacher I weirdly feel this one (at one point he talks about how no one ever noticed him at school either and just... oof don't get me started). Also the desperate rapid-fire chess game he plays against himself in the musical break and during the final verse--that needs to be in more versions holy fuck go watch this bit it's GOOD!!

- The Deal but without a political angle. Fascinating.

- No

- no. no no no i hate this i hate this Freddie wouldn't sacrifice his game not even for Florence NO. CANCELED.

- Interestingly instead of honey/parner, Freddie uses the same word as in the woman verse when he's talking to Florence during The Deal but this time it's the endearment variant. That's a little bit problematic.

- Molokov's plan is still to bring Flo and Sveta together even though Anatoli is now supposed to win 🤷‍♂️

- Anatoli casually downs several shots of liquor (vodka?) during Soviet Machine. not sure this will help him win the game but at least he sleeps through Russian Guy screaming that final whoooooooo high note in his ear

- Florence tests Freddie's chair... demands they bring a different one... is she still working for him? idk. I'm guessing it's meant to be sweet but it just looks silly to me idk

- Fuck reverse I Know Him So Well honestly. "he wants me / no he wants me" boo fucking hoo. You two deserve each other.

- Oh! Oh! Talking Chess, yay! 😁

- Gosh this is actually really cute?!? Freddie literally just came to discuss this random chess gambit he came across and thought was interesting? Nothing even to do with their current game just 'hey found this thing i thought you might like and i like and can we be friends now i really like chess 😶'

- Unlike in Svenska and RAH, I actually don't know for sure who is going to win this game. They do a good job of making this really about chess in the end. I like it.

- Freddie reminding toli it's about chess even during their match now that is the freddie i came to see!

- He calmly sips his water as Sveta and Florence are physically removed from the premises

- It is Quite Unfortunate that this production hates women...

- Really they seem to only be here to get in the men's way. Ugh.

- I don't support any of the relationships except Freddie and Toli being pen pals and playing long distance chess for the rest of their lives.

- Ending feels a little OOC but still nice to see some healthy Freddie & Flo interaction for once 😌

tldr; not the worst production out there, worth watching if you've already seen Svenska and don't mind Freddie being the most likeable character. (okay likeable is not the right word he sucks but, you know. He reminds me of RAH Freddie but slightly more yike.) PTC and Talking Chess are highlights!

#chess musical #thoughts #long post #was thinking of making a translation/subs for this maybe but idk if anyone would be interested..?

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the-acid-pear · 9 months ago

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Dreams tonite were actually remembered let me write down what I gathered

Earliest I can remember is a scene from what was Up 2. I didn't know it was Up 2 for a bit bc i was watching the movie in chunks (unsure if on or off camera). The protagonist was a woman this time, maybe Ellie, and she didn't look that old but she was dressed like a grandma with a cloth over her shoulders hunched back and w a cane.

When she tried to go up the stairs to her house (she was in a hurry) they broke and like monster house it was like they were trying to eat her. She was w a boy, anywhere from teen to young adult, who was holding her trying to pull her out. She even was completely submerged at one point.

She did make it inside the house tho and there were like 15 minutes left but I just didn't feel like finishing it despite finding it very enjoyable.

I think I was off at school now. We were gonna get a special class but I was sent off elsewhere. So now I was sitting on the side to a therapist's office. Middle top there was a desk with the professional and two chairs in front and to the side past the door there was I laying in the therapist couch™ just chilling with my phone as these people came and went. At least 2 did before Tim Burton showed up. His name sounded way longer tho so maybe they called him Timothy Burton or something.

Dude looked a bit more pale and disheveled but he had the black curly hair and beard. He was also pretty tall. And also very fucking awkward about the fact some guy he didn't know was in the room as he went to therapy (he was with someone else too I think he was being dragged here). He did say hi to me shyly waving a hand and I said hi twice bc I'm awkward like that. I thought of asking him for an autograph not bc i gave a fuck about the guy but bc i mean might as well you know? But then I didn't and was allowed to leave.

Outside I met with a shit ton of old faces. For starters there was my first BF from primary school who was having a meltdown because they tried to teach him about sexualities, but there was also the Bully™ also from primary school (he stuck longer than the first guy) who was just puking red, idk if it was blood but bro was going thru it. But I also looked my former bestie in the eye and spoke to her and she told me in the room another bestie of mine one with whom I didn't have a bad falling out had been in the class and I got really sad bc i loved that girl and I wanted to see her.

We then got lead to a big field. Reality and fiction mixed idk if I was back in the movie or not. I don't remember this as clearly. I complaint about the surroundings coloration. I met with two men outside. I stole two different pairs of sunglasses, second from a bat man (like the rusty lake guy, he was asleep).

Then I was with my class. And we were tasked to remake some... Buildings we'd written about before.

They made us run towards a wall full of boxes with clothes where we'd pick whatever we needed most, except as I looked around them not finding anything I needed (I wanted something masculine) I realized these were all clothes from my grandma. Complaint to myself about my dad not telling me where they were before.

I went inside of a warehouse. I was looking for art supplies. Many people were working on wood. There were half finished chairs on a table. I didn't know what I wanted

With another guy we found in a shelf pens inside a pencil case, and for some reason he was removing them one by one. Bro spilled some liquid paper (LICUI PAIPER) on my black puffy jacket. I was upset

I walked past a now SECONDARY school classmate. Not a friend, but the third wheel of the big brain sisters. She was killing it with her design.

Then a primary school guy again, a good friend. Good aside from us being extremely toxic that is. We made each other worse. Anyway his thing was flat and ugly it was just a sea with a little island and and even littler palm tree or perhaps human. I laughed really hard because I remembered this was what he had originally written in an act of laziness, and I loved it. He was actually touched by the fact I remembered such a thing and thanked me.

I went outside. Outside they didn't let me touch my notes, in fact, they took them away. The 2 men were now 2 teachers, I'm sure women. I was frustrated. I kept thinking of other things I'd do and after failing really hard to draw an arm I decided actually I'm not going to fucking do this.

And then I woke up

#luly talks #my dreams

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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4x10 cuffed

everyone's first thoughts: finally they slept together love the music RC: I didn’t say “funny”, I said “kinky”. And I didn’t cuff us. love the audio she would totally be able to squeeze her hand out lol the good kind KB: Okay, lift my top. RC: I think you might still be under the influence, but okay. it's going to be a crime scene

esparish bickering <3 JE: the clerk said that he registered as Jack Sparrow RC: Well, there’s a possibility that’s his real name. JE: Sure it is. ...We're running it just in case Love a good old fake camera esplanie fightinnnng

One time I tried to kick for the show while playing make believe as a kid but it was a prison game so we had tied my feet together & I fell on my butt bc I kicked both feet out from under me RC, trying to chronologically order his thoughts bc he is smart & methodical: Then… Ryan asked me… if he spent Thanksgiving at his family’s house, did that mean he had to spend Christmas at Jenny’s family’s house?

LP: I told you, it’s none of your business. RC: Of course it’s none of my business, that’s why I want to know. KB: Know what? RC: What she and Esposito were fighting about. KB: It’s none of your business. RC: That’s the point.

Love ryan's outfit as usual. Also I just realizeed he asked castle for advice, ig bc castle has been married before but he has actually failed both marriages... Anyway it's like me & my family, we always use old envelopes as scrap paper. & beckett's outfit is also nice & you don't write the address on the murder board?

RC: So, do you know what Lanie and Esposito were fighting about? KB: Everything. They both want to be together, but neither of them wants to admit to it. RC: Ugh, why do people do that to themselves? KB: Maybe they just don’t see it. RC: How could they not? It’s so obvious. *eyes emoji*

This camera is from the perspective of a person fast dripping sink & not calling rysposito to tell them to run the name? Human trafficking? maybe it is just consensual kink? probably not tho. Girl you probably need to twist the handle to open the cage or smth. Just get a pair of wire cutters & help the lady out. Creepy smile Weird flashes that don't actually make any sense, wait nvm they do she is indeed wearing the pink stuff.

First intro <3

Ok while USA beef is crap compared to canadian beef, usa milk can actually be better. Is ryan married yet? I don't think so. He is in my family watch but I don't think so in my binge watch. yeah that's next episode. omg it's next episode! I wish we had gotten to see more of the wedding, I wish it was like a murdoch mysteries wedding or a bbc sherlock wedding. Back to the current episode, I like ryan's mug. *licks the stir stick* *gives it to ryan* *ryan uses it* wow I guess the boys really are swapping spit KR: Relationship test? ... *angrily stirs his coffee* We’re getting married in a month.

VG: Hey, have either of you seen Beckett? JE: She’s probably following up on a lead. KR: *points to "what esposito said"* VG, who made detective six weeks older than beckett: Don’t think that I don’t know that you guys cover for each other.

KR: Come on, Jenny loves me. She wouldn’t test me like that. JE: Right. Just watch out if she wants to take you canoeing. KR: Canoeing? C--canoeing is a test? [Why does esposito know all this about marriage? Ryan's the one who "decided to get hitched" & actually is in a long-term relationship. Have you even seen s5? well no ig not…] JE: It’s all about power, direction. Like a marriage. If the canoe goes straight, it shows her that you can compromise, work together, find a rhythm, move forward in the same direction. But…if it’s going around in circles? So is your relationship. Anyway smash cut to caskett walking around in circles

If the door opens inward you can open the door to hold for someone BY going in first. Yeah the wrong hands being cuffed are so awkward. Wow this place is like a horror game. In fact that's what I thought earlier when they were in the empty house. There was a prison made of plaster that no prisoners escaped from bc they never tried but then they moved prisons & had the prisoners take down the old prison & they saw how flimsy it was & how easy it would have been to escape. but that could just be a school story RC: How long do you think we were out? KB: Couple of hours. RC: How can you tell? KB: ‘cause I’m hungry. RC: Oh. *checks pocket* I’ve got some beef jerky. KB: RC: What? trapdoor

ryan is so pretty, I don't much like stripes but his stripy light pink shirt with that vest & tie & his hair he's just so cute KR: You think they’re really running down a lead? [probably thinking ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) smth] JE: What lead? There was nothing new on the board when we came back. [WHICH IS DUMB BC WHY DIDN'T THEY WRITE THAT ON THE MURDER BOARD?] You think you can hit up dispatch? See if they’ll run a trace on the transponder on Beckett’s unit. I want to know where they are. [they love their friends & are afraid for them]

Oh gosh that was a heck of a moan. After all, they say your tattoo artist knows what you sound like in bed See it's times like this I am glad I learned how to open locks.

How can they tell it's beckett's car? it looks exactly like yours it's just a silly police ghost car. btw esposito looks normal & has that great collared shirt that shows off his boobs, but ryan hoo babey I like his coat & omg that waistcoat I think I might be gay you guys Of course gates also looks pretty.

I mean it is not like you two have anything better to do Castle I could think of a version that ends well. He was a CIA operative & they nabbed you before you could ruin their plans, they will release you once they blow up the moon. Or smth like that. So have they gone pee yet? It has been hours.

I love how ryan does the "hold on a sec" T with his hands there. KR: Could. So, it’s possible it might not, right? Yeah & if it breaks you still have nine other prints to try

It looks like a pic my mom took of her nuts & bolts. (it's too hot to make them, we use the oven but we are all craving them.) She desaturated the pic & then compared it to an actual photo of nuts & bolts. love the music btw.

But WHO doesn't keep their knives clean????? They might be able to find a cuff key in that mess or maybe smth to break thru their chains. Or just dislocate a thumb.

Double eyed microscopes are so hard to use k I already know I like first names but their arguing is so cute

Ok I get it it's rly cool except they would have already done that & the prints probably would not match up as perfectly Trucker. Calloused hands, lots of sitting. Probably could tell from the tan on one side of his face tho *dun dun dun feet walking, view from the back, so strong & sus* Oh no the man took the photo he's going to disappear with it & we all know witnesses start to lose their memories after a bit of time ah. Love the texas(?) accent. He's DEA. this makes sense

Wow he made it here fast considering how long ago they ran the prints I love the way he said mexico. me'ico. Mm. You know, japanese should not call it mekushiko, they can call it mehiko, they have those letters. "made him" it's so weird. I had never heard of that phrase before. He made my guy means he figured out that "my guy" was a cop posing as a drug trafficker. Except we "know" at this point it is human trafficking not drugs. Gates grabs her gun, gates looks hot af maybe I'm a lesbian, "let's go boys"

Air holes. Humann trafficking.

RC, being all gross: Just so you know, not as much fun if I have your permission. [girl it is ONLY fun if you have their permission. Like "hey u sent me nudes can I keep them & 'enjoy' them?" or smth like that.]

It's like when they were selling cabinets with special names but it was smuggling children! You bought the pricey cabinet with the fancy name & got a child. It was so gross. I hope it was just an internet hoax & not an actual child trafficking case. Castle is 'her people'!

You know it is sometimes easier to squat & then have them sit on your shoulders & then stand up. Easier to balance. lol do you remember the koala trend? I only heard about it through unus annus when the men took turns climbing all over one another. Then the girl in the video kissed her man & ethan said "it's part of it, I have to do it" & that's one part I actually remember lol. joining the circus? Foreshadowing RC: I--I’m getting a little tired of you walking all over me. XD Oh wow ok nevermind there's someone there huh I see. & at least they had that bed

Breathing? Human trafficking. Yep. Oof the way Ryan grabs her wrist. He could have just grabbed the envelope (except it might rip?) or he could have picked it up after she put it down. It was such an intense moment. Also he kind of used the wrong hand & had to switch them. (btw wow nice fingernails. I mean ig I'm a cook+baker & a fiddler but still.) She goes to put it back, he watches put-out, & then his eyes widen & he just grabs her wrist. She looks at him in shock & mild offense & then he pulls her hand closer & takes it with his left so he can grab the paper with his right. It's just so good. Intense few secons there. Not to mention the audio.

Wow nice guns & ryan gets one surely it wasn't this hatch, but-- oh yep. Not the right hatch. Bu t maybe they will find evidence of other trafficking victims.

BRO JUST DISLOCATE YOUR THUMB

She is very beautiful? Human trafficking! & finally these two find out! Hey that wall is plaster, just like I said abt the prison!

Love the notebook Semiy not semii?

Her breathing would be so deep tho, yk who "she" is.

Wait does ryan's vest have a zipper pocket? & I can't tell if those are nice jeans or normal dress pants. At first I thought it was the same house lol, not a different house that had the same stuff done to it. ryan can do that but what are YOU doing esposito? Hm point for the adhd esposito headcanon (tho he canonically has aqcuired neurodivergency so maybe it's that) he doesn't do well with reading. Like when he asked for audiobooks.

RC: I’ve always liked your legs, but now I respect them. KB: Yeah, yours aren’t so bad, either. You know, for the next police picnic we should to the three legged race together. Not big enough for a person to go through. OH IT'S A MOTHER HECK ING TIGER??? oh castle's totally going to befriend it. They're going to ride out on the tiger's back like david getting pizza from the lions bc castle gave her beef jerky. Or she will claw them aside, whatever. Or maybe she will eat it! Or maybe she will keep attacking them. Love cgi. how did y'all push the thing earlier? one two three push, like tug of war. Or maybe remove one of the chains & put it back once you cover the hole...

So you only got rid of three? Why go through the effort to colour coordinate?

Castle is right, you can survive a while in a coffin or locked freezer. Besides, what if you tip it sideways & have it upside down & then the lid is on one end & the opening against the ground. That way you still have air access & the tiger can't get you, except she'd just have to knock it over & then she could eat you.

Wow they have already been to three places? The switching back & forth between characters makes it seem like this is happening in realtime but they must have spent a lot of minutes driving while caskett only had maybe one minute to get the freezer upright.

holy fudge they tipped the thing? It was so heavy they would have had to empty it, meaning it should be easy to knock over. plus, like becks said, tigers can jump. Hey why didn't they do this in the first place? Stand it up sideways instead of on each other's shoulders? I guess they were still high... There are bars there I see

*squeaky squealy cleaning the window*

She hungry. & she pretty. RC: Remember what I said about joining the circus? KB: Uh-huh. RC: Changed my mind. KB: She’s playing with us. She’s gonna knock it over. What are we going to do? RC: There’s only one thing to do. Me: ... Fight her? [knowing what will happen: climb on the bars once she knocks it over?] RC: Scream like little girls. Both: Help!

KR: Wait listen JE: *already waiting & listening* Ooh look at all those cool chains. *they find & open the hatch* JE: Beckett! Castle! KB: Esposito! Tiger: growl JE: Is that a tiger????? *momma pulls a gun* *drop hatch on caskett*

Momma ruth spurloch: Maybe I’ll shoot the pretty one first. Rysposito: *kind of look at each other as in "who's the pretty one" but we all know it's Ryan* This scene makes me realize, esposito has not enough hair & ryan has more than he used to so he can stand to lose a bit in exchange for esposito gaining some hair. Yeah she's right abt the texas lawman thing.

cough cough they think they might die so ryan says javi's first name & castle says kate's first name & it's so good & intimate Girl dying from tiger death is cool af!

Ah those chains remind me of the meatcutting shop. you hook up your quarters to them & you can wheel them around. Hey I've seen this gif before! I was wondering why we had that perspective. I think it would be cool to have a POV episode. Ryan's voice DX "Oh, God. It ate ‘em." Caskett *hanging from the bars we saw in one single scene* Ryan basically jumps in trying to see them lol Ryan: Nice hangout BRO THEY ARE CUFFED TOGETHER HANGING FROM A BAR IN A ROOM WITH A TIGER NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES

KR: Handcuffed together that long? I’m surprised you two didn’t kill each other. KB: Yeah, well, there were a couple of moments. RC: Until we found our rhythm. KR: I think we’ll fly to Florida. (Are you scared you'll kill each other? If that's how you feel then maybe you two should /not/ get married...) KB: What? VG: I believe this is yours. *gives them the handcuffs they were trapped in* This too.

I can't believe that wasn't already a policy KR: Thanks, guys. Really appreciate that. /s JE: Well, at least we won’t have to look so hard the next time we save your ass. I missed you, by the way. [wow that's so sweet] KB: Really? Prove it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) JE: Oh, I’ll prove it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) KR, probably to castle since it seems like especkett are conversing: How’s that tiger? KB: Espo! JE: What? KR: Was it grrrreat? I know we all love-- I forgot what I was saying bc I was too busy finding the eminem shooting his shot with weird al video.

Anyway these two are so cute & "hitched" Oh yeah she has a motorcycle. I like how they keep up that fact.

ok so that is the end of this disc but I have NOT seen the audio commentary yet.

#castle 4x10 #castle 4x10 quote #castle 4x10 spoilers

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Wow, I'm responding to this rlly late, all I can say is that being a third year uni student is rough. Lmao. I'm graduating this month soon. I'm trying not to think on it too hard so I don't freak out, haha. ANYWAY...ASB Ryan trying to trick Chris into doing stuff on v-day sounds about right, lol. Trying to be all sneaky and clueless. And succeeding, only bcs Chris is oblivious to it. The candy thing is cute! Makes me wonder if Chris would be willing to eat it for 2 reasons. With his tastes the candy could be too sweet? Or maybe he likes the gesture so much that he doesn't want to eat it. Maybe it makes a part of him feel like eating Ryan instead, lol. The wolf peeking through a bit. Kaylee teasing Chris about it would be funny, meanwhile Caleb is quietly processing it somewhere. I like the fact that in your writing Ryan would do anything and somewhat enjoy it as long as it's with Chris. Like the hiking and the trips for supplies in town. Being outdoors in general. It's just... sweet. Which as you say is the whole vibe of ASB. Them being awkward and quietly yearning.

GP, as you say, is a whole other kettle of fish, lol. The sense of otherness that Ryan gets from him is interesting to me. Small glimpses of something unusual, yet he knows Chris...doesn't he? Ahh, and I love that detail! The fact that Chris alters his behaviour when they're isolated like that. It certainly reads as predatory and creepy and a lil teeny bit like a dark romance. I can't place why it feels like the latter, maybe bcs I know they're a ship in the fic? Chris getting Ryan to hunt with him is unexpected, but fits GP's vibe! Would Chris always struggle with that wolfish predatory instinct with Ryan or would it fade/shift in time? I was thinking that if/when they become serious being together and do whatever it is they'll do, would it not change his wolfish perspective of Ryan? From prey to mate? I'd be interested to see what that element would be like. Ohh, Chris and Ryan killing the deer together would be so good! The scene you describe of the process they'd go through with it after is horrificly good. It fits the vibe of The Quarry itself too. Would the buck's horns in his office represent a trophy of sorts? All I can think of is wolfy Chris being pleased with Ryan taking part in providing and decorating the den (his office). I feel like I'm reading into it wrong tho. Love is a hunt, I like that phrase! Some animals do chase their prospective mates before they become mates official, ha.

Yeah, I can see GP and ASB being like two sides of a coin. That's fair enough, we're all pretty busy with life these days. It feels like there isn't enough time sometimes. Thank you for answering this question, tho. I would've answered much sooner, but I was deep into deadlines around Feb and onwards. I'm not upset you've not updated, I certainly miss GP, but I totally understand your focus being elsewhere. Ah! My theory as to what Ryan might do next was that he'd taken a picture of that map. So he knows where Chris planted his cameras, so he knows where he can be seen. He mentioned that he's frustrated/pent up and he had an idea for the pic he took. So, I think he's gonna head out somewhere in the woods where he knows one of the cameras will be, and uh entertain himself yk? He'd know that Chris can see him, and Ryan has seen the tapes he's made, so it'd kinda be revenge? Not rlly? It's kinda getting back at Chris, but also not? Both bcs he's uh taking care of himself and bcs I'm guessing Chris will maybe finally snap? That's what I think Ryan was thinking about doing next.

Another thing I'd been thinking about is more like a cross-over scenario. I was like "what if Ryan was on Blackwood Pines in Until Dawn? What if he survived and was feeling messed up about what he'd seen? " Idk what the timeline would be for The Quarry. It could be before Ryan meets Chris as a counsellor or after. It might work best if he meets him after, like maybe his therapist recommended that Ryan should sign up to something to try heal from Blackwood? Everyone thinks that Ryan was terrorised by bears, but he knows it was a wendigo. Maybe he gets more into Occult stuff after? Chris wouldn't know about the incident bcs Ryan doesn't want ppl to think he's a 'freak'. The quarry gang could make jokes about rabid bears to try rile Ryan up, but I think he'd be even better at not reacting to it. Mainly bcs in order to survive the wendigo, you can't react otherwise you're dead. Ryan already keeps his reactions minimal, but after surviving that mountain I think he'd be even more unresponsive. Like a survival technique, he can't shake off. You could do a lot with the Hackett's wolfish habits and how that version of Ryan might think about them. He'd be a lot more open to believing that werewolves exist, maybe even researched them. It's just a fun lil imagine I came up with. I think that version of Ryan would be fun to play around with.

Anyway, that's the end of my rambling. I hope that you're well and that all is good :)

With Valentines day around the corner, what do you think Chris and Ryan might do (GP and ASB) if they could spend the day together? Not both versions spending the day together, but individually. So how GP might spend it and how ASB might. It would be outside of camp time, so ig Ryan might be visiting Chris or something depending on how things are. There wouldn't be any campers or anyone at camp, so I'm assuming they'd basically have the place to themselves? They'd have some privacy, enough of it to spend the day together as they'd like. So, I got to wondering about what they might do, both their GP versions and ASB versions. It can be as simple or a bit fluffy, smutty or mundane as whatever, I'm just curious how it'd go. I was thinking maybe both vers might do something smutty, more so GP vers than ASB.

Speaking of GP, not to rush or preassure you, but how's it going with it? I think I have an idea of what Ryan might do next, I had something of a light bulb moment, haha.

it’s a fun question! esp bc usually i don’t tend to think about my ships doing stuff for ‘special’ days or having a domesticated routine. with this being said, i’ll try to reply to the best of my ability, but it might read idk maybe weird? if so, i do apologise! usually, most of set-ups for ships that i have are kinda idk, just not super normal or smth somewhat normal happens within the universe, that isn’t. anyhow……

but let’s see, let’s see….

in ASB setting, ryan is more active one. and while he technically won’t care about vd, he might think that it’s a good opportunity to kinda trick chris into doing smth ‘romantic’ for that evening. even if bc he’s kinda pinning so hard, that he would cling even to symbolic stuff, despite it holding no significance for him on its own. i feel like chris would be slightly confused why ryan wants to go into town and hang out, and not idk, do what they do everyday. i picture, that ryan won’t be able to stick around for longer, than a week, and he prob used some lame excuse as to why he’s there at all. chris didn’t pry, but it was clear, that ryan most likely wanted to be away from home, esp if it happens during the time, when he and his lil sister still live with their mother. anyhow, i don’t think that they would do smth crazy that day, ryan would just try to score those points, without chris realising what’s going on. they prob would end their ‘secret date’ in a movie theatre. and like ryan would pick the last seats, and chris be there sweating, bc it’s around time, when he understand why ryan insisted on them ‘going out’ lol. i imagine, ryan prob would also do smth cheeky as getting one of those candies with words like ‘you’re the one’ or smth. after all ASB was all about romance being there in the air, but nearly gentle-like, bc chris is so afraid to spoil one of the few good things, that he has. but like ASB ryan does sorta enjoy that he can make chris squirm like this. there is smth funny about 20 smth guy relentlessly teasing a middle aged man in such a form. like where he’s aware, that chris is attracted to him, but clearly he needs more time or whatever. like, ryan won’t just give up lol. and i think, that one of the most hilarious parts of this whole thing is that kaylee would tease chris about finally going on a date for the first time in ages. so it’s basically ‘everyone know what it is, but you’re playing’ moment. if only ASB chris was as weak willed as uh, little hope’s john, things might have progressed way faster. but i feel like him and ryan just having that nice, isolated memory, that is pretty calm and seemingly ‘small’ is part of what made their relationships in ASB feel so….uh centred? even partly bc chris wasn’t dating anyone for years, and ryan prob never went on real dates with anyone before, bc he thought that it’s boring. but it’s not boring with chris.

GP is a different kind of beast tho. also god forbid there be a full moon on that day, like dang. in general, i feel like ryan being alone with that type of chris in isolated camp ground would have a bit more tense feeling to it. there is just smth kinda so off about mister H sometimes, y’know? ryan not scared or anything, but he does feel how chris just kinda ‘shifts’, when he realises that they’re miles away from anyone else, and there is like just two of them and forest. nothing else. GP chris is kinda….well, low-key creepy like that, he might decide to ask ryan if he wants to go hunting with him that day. and ryan be like ‘you do hunt’, bc he didn’t peg chris as someone, who shoots things for sport, but chris seems to be tense, insisting that they’d do smth like that. so yeah, whatever, he guess? ryan naturally has no idea, that chris like really wrestling with his predatory instincts at that moment, he just needs to redirect it all somewhere. ryan does notice a lot of strange things about chris during that time, esp how he seems to just sorta know, where to seek a deer or how he can orient in the forest so oddly well and move without much of a sound. and i guess, in reverse to ASB, they find a deer and chris grips ryan’s hand before he can pull it away from the trigger, so they kill it together. ryan won’t sure how to feel, bc he didn’t want it to die. and he even less sure, when chris offers him to show how to separate fur from meat and all that stuff. for chris, it’s basic knowledge, he doesn’t treat it as smth big, but for city boy like ryan, it’s….odd. but he agrees, bc he doesn’t wanna look like a lil bitch, i guess lol. they spend that evening in blood and ryan is very dizzy and nauseous, when it ends. he was very close to chris during that time tho. they had their hands in animal’s organs together, feels kinda intimate, even if the situation itself is pretty iffy. in the end, chris tells ryan, that since he was the one, who killed it (not really lol), they should put that buck’s horns on some good display. so they do put it inside chris’s office, ryan even helps to pick a place for it. he isn’t sure why, but chris seems pleased and all that he can think of, despite that he kinda wants to shower and stinks like blood still (even if he’s in different clothes), is ‘wow our arms were next to one another, side by side, chris’s hand enveloped mine a few times to help me to move the knife’. If one would picture it in GP’s timeline, esp down the line, it would have made sense, i promise. like how strangely dark and gritty it is. love is a hunt, isn’t it?

either way, this what i meant, that my answer might be strange. i wouldn’t connect them banging to idk some specific date or day or them being more active in that specific area just bc it’s vd. if anything, vd can be a bit symbolic in another sense. it is a day of lovers after all, but ASB and GP address a different side of chris and ryan’s love in itself. it can be somewhat healing and actually good, even if it won’t solve all of chris’s problems, or will automatically make ryan aware about everything like in ASB. but it can also be intense and a tad destructive like in GP. so it’s not about sex at all, i suppose. or more so, i don’t think that they will bang too differently in both setups tbh lol. chris still has a wolf in him either way, and ryan is still like hella horny in both stories as well lol. in ASB ryan tricking chris into doing smth on that specific day is kinda still light and pinning, and more of like extra point. just gives them a bit more context of how they kinda always been together like that, it seems. in GP, i bet that neither chris or ryan are aware, that it’s vd, and it’s smth that ryan learns later on, and be like, ‘oh we did it on that day, huh’. and then be a bit of high school gal about it, haha.

ah, tbh i didn’t touch it at all. i have different hypefixation atm, and most of my freetime pours into doing stuff for my current ship / fav thing. i haven't brushed any of my supermassive wips. i know, it’s not fun to hear, but it is how it is atm. it’s hard to tell, when i will be interested in them again. like in ways, where i would want to rewatch stuff for the game or dwell back into my narratives for their pair. i’d be curious to hear what you think ryan might do tho. this version of him is sure daring and kinda short-sighted lol.

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selfcarecap · 3 years ago

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Love on Set [t.h]

pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

summary: You’ve never kissed anyone while filming. Actually, you’ve never kissed anyone, ever. Now you have to have your first kiss on set for the latest film you’re acting in, with Tom Holland no less. But luckily he’s there to practise with you beforehand, or at least you hope you can gather the courage to ask him.

warning: SMUT, idk shit about film sets ok, i guess mj doesn’t exist in homecoming lmao, there’s (social) ✨awkwardness✨(not too much tho actually), I was a bit mean to Tom regarding his ability to use social media and understand memes💀, we’ve got loads of overthinking going on, kinda insecure reader (or maybe not that insecure but inexperienced plus she thinks that tom won’t want her bc he’s a famous and good looking actor), mentions of throwing up (from being tickled after eating? lmao, but it doesn’t happen it’s just mentioned), drunk!tom, angst for like 2 minutes or less, possibly ignore the end? it’s happy and all but idk if i like it skshs

word count: 👁👄👁 idk how it happened….. 8.9k

-this is a repost of an old fic- gif not mine

First kisses are scary.

Kisses on set are scary.

Combining both of them? No thank you.

When you first read the Far from Home script, the kiss wasn‘t even mentioned.

You‘re glad it wasn‘t because it would have made you more nervous and maybe you wouldn‘t have mastered the audition and gotten the role as MJ.

You remember the blood drained from your face when they first told you there was going to be a kiss, though you’re lucky no one noticed.

Then they told you there was going to be a steamy scene and you felt like you were about to pass out. But eventually, they decided against it because it didn‘t fit with the dynamic of the film, much to your favour.

The crew and cast were all so nice, and filming was so amazing that you nearly forgot about filming the kiss.

Up until now, as you realise there aren‘t many days of filming left, and you haven‘t shot that scene yet.

You can‘t believe what you‘re about to do.

You tried to be grateful that you didn‘t have to film a sex scene before ever having sex, but that didn’t change the fact that you still have to go through your first kiss on camera, which you‘re trying to avoid right now.

There‘s only a week of filming left so you‘ll be doing the scene any day now so you won‘t be able to find anyone to experience your first genuine kiss with, so this is the last option.

You take a deep breath, hoping your heart will stop beating so fast.

As you lift your hand to knock on Tom‘s trailer door, Harry steps out, swinging the door open and it crashes against the wall next to it, startling you. He‘s saying something to Tom, still turned halfway to the inside.

You get a look at Tom, smiling brightly and looking as good as always and you wonder what you were thinking. You‘re not about to ask this man to have your first kiss with you.

Turning around to escape, you hear Tom call your name and you swear under your breath.

You turn around to Harry waving at you and stepping to the side. Tom stands by his door, greeting you with a smile.

Fucking intimidating that is.

How can he look so good?

“Hi, did you want something?“ Harry asks.

“Oh uh no- what are you guys up to?“

“You were just about to knock, weren’t you?“ Tom asks this time, holding the door open, inviting you in.

Thinking about what your original plan was, you just want to pull a runner, “Nope - just passing. See you guys later.“

You‘re off before they can respond and you don‘t look back, going to hide in your trailer.

The truth is, Tom seems incredibly lovely and way too humble considering what a famous and talented actor he is. But you‘ve never talked to him one on one.

You‘ve filmed scenes together, yes, and when you were in groups you‘ve both joined in on conversations, but never just you two.

Now you can‘t just talk to him for the first time and ask him to be your first kiss. He probably wouldn‘t care anyway. He‘s a globally known actor - he‘s got other problems than you being afraid of a little peck on camera.

Tom comes by your trailer around twenty minutes later - for the first time ever - asking if you’re sure you didn’t want anything. His smile is so cute you nearly tell him what you wanted, but your heart starts beating faster as soon as the thought crosses your mind, so you just shrug it off.

He then invites you to dinner with the rest of the team.

You’ve been to restaurants together before, but it was always other people who invited you - your makeup artist or Harry, but never Tom himself.

You get dressed, thinking you’ll meet Tom somewhere later. Maybe you could sit next to him during dinner. But as you’re finished getting ready you open the door, nearly battering Tom’s face, surprised that he waited for you.

You don’t know what to say, so you just smile and he does the same.

On the way to the restaurant you talk to Harry - it‘s easy to talk to him, since you don’t feel this crazy attraction despite knowing you have no chance like it is with Tom.

You try not to look at Tom on your way there, but you notice that he keeps glancing at you while he’s pretending to listen to a story one of the guys is telling him.

With the natural flow of talking to Harry, you end up sitting next to him and try to follow what he’s saying while Tom looks at the two of you and settles for a seat opposite of you.

Tom eats his food mostly in silence, only joining in on the conversations when you’ve just said something. But you’re probably just imagining things.

Against Tom’s advice, Harry has loads of fizzy drinks and he gets so shaky in his seat that you think he might combust. But before he does, he’s suddenly dashing off to the bathrooms and if you were in a cartoon would have definitely left a cloud of dust with his speed.

Before you can even comprehend that Harry’s gone, Tom’s sitting next to you, his arm on the backrest of your seat.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him, except maybe when filming.

A few days ago you did the mid-credit scene where Peter takes MJ for a swing around town and doing the stunt was terrifying.

Not because of the height or anything - that aspect was actually quite fun. But having Tom hold on to you, you having to wrap your legs around his waist and all, that was the part that was nerve-racking.

He was really cute about it though, telling you “I got you” over and over, probably because he thought you were scared of the height, which suited you quite well actually.

You don’t get to dwell on how close Tom is sitting to you now, because he immediately drops the bomb.

“Excited for tomorrow?” he asks.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Our kiss,” he winks but realises that wasn’t a good ice breaker, because even as an actress you can’t hide your shock and immediate nervousness.

Your first kiss…. tomorrow…. on-screen…. in front of at least fifteen people. With Tom Holland.

Your mind flickers to all the “how to kiss” videos you’ve saved to your YouTube’s ‘watch later’, and the teddy bear you brought just to practise.

In between you thought you wouldn’t need all that.

One day you’d just go up to Tom, nonchalantly ask him to practise the kiss with you, and you would have nothing to worry about.

Right now it seems like Tom thinks you’ve been avoiding him though (which you might have been doing, okay) and he’s asking if he’s done anything because he really regrets not getting to know you properly and you’ve only got a week left to film.

What he’s telling you seems really sweet, but if you don’t get out of there you might have a heart attack.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, I just remembered I still have to do something!” you take your coat and storm off before he can register what’s going on or, worse, follow you.

Back in your trailer, all on your own, you cry first, then try to hype yourself up, and end up regretting that you didn’t just ask Tom.

On top of that, you’re wondering if Tom thought you were being rude, just leaving like that. You’re already scared of kissing him, you don’t need him not wanting to kiss you because he’s mad at you.

Hearing everyone come back from dinner, doors opening and closing, you listen until there’s no commotion anymore so that everyone should be in their trailers or back home.

You want to get this over with before Tom’s asleep and make your way towards his trailer before you can change your mind.

Opening the door of your trailer, you meet Tom, the door completely banging into his face - these damn trailer doors - and Tom doubles over in pain, clutching his nose.

“Shit, Tom, I’m so sorry!”

Great.

Quite a hassle, getting hold of cooling packs and thirty minutes later, you’re in Tom’s trailer for the first time ever. On his bed. Just the two of you.

He’s assured you about eighteen times that it wasn’t your fault, he’s okay but you still pout looking at his red nose. He says the pain is gone, but you’ve probably made such a bad impression on him today, that you don’t dare ask him to kiss you.

Then you remember, “Why were you coming to my trailer in the first place? Did you need something?”

“Oh um, I just wasn’t sure if you heard what I was saying earlier?”

“Earlier?”

“Yeah at dinner,” he says.

“Oh, sorry, I was distracted because I was thinking of that um.. thing... I had to do.”

He scratches his neck, “I was just saying that - since we didn’t really get to know each other, like at all, during the last few weeks - I kind of got the impression that you don’t like me. I just wanted to clear up if there was anything I did because if there is, it wasn’t my intention at all.”

You have to comprehend what he’s saying right now and he elaborates, “Not that you seem like a person who would have bad blood with anyone, but I’m the same. You know I’m always scared that, with becoming more… famous, I’ll eventually become one of those rude asshole actors. So please, if I am like that, I want to know the truth.”

He’s rubbing at his eye now, probably thinking he’s oversharing when this has just made him even more authentic than he already is.

“No, not at all,” you finally manage to speak, “You’re probably the nicest actor, one of the nicest people, I’ve ever met. I never meant to make you feel like I dislike you. I've just been distracted - beside the acting of course, which is already stressful for me. So I couldn’t even imagine how exhausting the acting is for you - of course it's a positive exhaustion but I’m already tired after a single scene and you obviously do way more than me.

“I guess you just always seemed so busy and since I know how much energy acting can require I never wanted to annoy you during your free time or whatever and you never really came to me either so..”

“And I never wanted to annoy you because I thought you didn’t like me,” Tom chuckles.

“We really managed to avoid each other for no reason at all, huh?”

You share, for the first time, a moment of being on the same page - apart from filming, where your chemistry is amazing - resembling something like the beginning of a reciprocal liking for each other.

“Well I’m glad we cleared that up,” Tom says, “because I feel like we could definitely get along well.”

“Me too,” you say.

There’s a silence, but it’s not uncomfortable.

You’re smiling at each other. It seems like he feels the exact same way you’ve felt about him.

Well, maybe not the crush part, you’re not delusional. But wanting to form a friendship or something akin to it with someone, but overthinking their actions and behaviour to the point that you get unsure whether they like you too.

“You’ll have to give me your number before this is all over. It’ll probably take ages until press tours and everything,” he nudges your shoulder.

That reminds you that this is all over soon. But not before you’ve done that stupid kiss.

You’ve finally had a good moment with Tom and you don’t want to scare him off immediately.

You’re not ashamed that you haven’t kissed anyone yet, but it’s still something intimate that you wouldn’t share with everyone - both the information and the action of finally experiencing it.

You say goodnight to him, accepting that you’ll have to watch a few videos and just go with it tomorrow, try to be casual.

“Okay, but give us a hug first.”

You gladly lean into Tom’s arms, feeling a bit more at ease. It’s so comfortable that you lean in even closer and Tom mirrors your action, your shirt riding up your lower back in the process.

Tom’s hand with the cool pack in it grazes your uncovered skin, and you flinch at the coldness against your back, breaking up the hug.

“Sorry, love,” Tom laughs and you can’t be mad at him.

After you leave, you stand outside your trailer for a while, contemplating.

This was your very last chance.

If you went right now, he’d still be awake.

Even if it’s awkward with Tom - you’d rather just have an awkward moment with him, than an awkward moment with Tom and a dozen crew members around to witness it. On camera.

You nearly run back to his trailer, hoping he’s not in bed yet when you knock.

He opens after a few moments - shirtless.

You manage to ignore it though, this is too nerve-wracking to look at his abs right now, but he still apologises for his lack of clothing, saying he just was getting ready for bed.

“No problem - I forgot something I wanted to ask you earlier.”

“Sure - come in.”

He lets you in and you settle on his bed, trying not to show how you’re freaking out on the inside. A few more minutes of this heart-beating craze and you’d be sweating.

You take a deep breath and hope that your voice doesn’t crack, “So about tomorrow- you said we have our kiss scene?”

He nods.

“Okay, well. I’ve never actually… kissed anyone, so I was wondering if we could-” a shaky breath escapes you, “Maybe we could practise it once, so that I won’t embarrass myself in front of the crew and camera.”

Tom raises his eyebrows, not expecting that, but sits down next to you, “Of course - yeah, you could’ve come to me with that earlier. No need to worry about that.”

He hears the breath of relief you release but doesn’t comment on it, only scooting closer to you on the bed.

“It’s obviously their first kiss too, so it’s not like we have to drool all over each other,” Tom says and it makes you giggle, easing your nerves. He joins with his own laughter and you see his shoulders lower a bit, getting rid of some tension. For a second you see something in his eyes too.

Wait. Is he.. nervous?– No, no, this is Tom Holland. He’s not nervous about kissing you. He can’t be. Why would he be?

A silence settles among you a few seconds later and you sit up straight - this is the moment.

Tom looks you right in the eyes, and you resist looking away. “It’s not complicated, so don’t worry. It’s actually quite easy - there’s not much you could do wrong,” he assures you and you feel yourself relaxing at least a little.

“So I close my eyes, right?”

He nods, leaning in even more, your hands automatically looking to touch something and they land on his naked chest.

You let go again, motioning to his shirt on the bed, “Do you maybe want to, uh.”

He mumbles an embarrassed yeah and pulls a simple white shirt over his head.

Sitting back down, he smiles at you, huffing out a shaky laugh.

“So,” he says and you place your hands back on his chest, one of them finding a comfortable position by his shoulder.

Without saying much more, Tom leans in and closes the gap between you two. Your eyes automatically flutter shut and you press your lips against his, eliciting a small kissing noise.

Before you’ve gotten used to it, he pulls back, hiding a smile as he brushes a hand over his mouth.

You speak up first, “W-was that okay?”

“Yeah, perfect,” he grins, “you want to do it again? - just so you can get used to it.”

Nodding, you lick your lips and lean back in. His fingers brush up against your waist and his lips stay on yours longer than before.

As you break the kiss, you exchange a look which you both know means another kiss.

This time his hands on you are firm, holding you, and you’re kissing for so long that his lips start moving and you get into his rhythm, so that the kiss lasts way longer than you’ll even need to kiss as Peter and MJ.

But right now you’re just you and Tom, and the film is forgotten.

At some point, unfortunately, you have to breathe though, so you release each other.

“I think I’ve got it,” you smile. You half-regret saying it. Tom might’ve kissed you all night long if you hadn’t said anything.

The heat on your face starts settling in as you realise what’s just happened, and you stand up with weak knees, “Thanks.”

He gets up too, brushing a hand through his hair and clears his throat, “No problem. I’m glad I could help.”

“Yeah um…. goodnight,” it’s more of a question than a statement and he seems equally unsure as he hugs you goodbye.

You stop him halfway as he pulls away from the hug, arms still around each other, “Just one last time? So that I can do it, like, nonchalantly.”

He smiles, liking the idea, and you don’t feel as stupid as you thought you would tonight.

The final kiss is just a quick peck like it’ll probably be while filming tomorrow, and you thank him again, then disappear through the door.

You take in your glowing face in your mirror once you’re back in your own trailer.

You’re glad that no one’s around anymore, because anyone standing around your trailer would have definitely heard the squeal you let out.

By the time that you’re done with the on-screen kiss, it feels like you’ve had years of experience. At some point the director even tells you to make the kiss more awkward because the way you were kissing seemed too familiar and intimate.

The scene that ends up in the film reminds you of last night.

First it’s an innocent kiss, then they go back in, desperately and still inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter. They just want to kiss, so they kiss.

Tom’s always been easy to film with, and despite your little secret there’s not a single awkward moment during the remaining week.

The rest of filming goes by quicker than you would like and considering you manage your last scene in one take, no one’s really as happy as they should be because that means it’s over now.

The last week makes up for you and Tom not getting to know each other before. You spend nearly every evening in either of your trailers, talking well into the night, some days about your deepest fears, other days giggling so hard that your belly muscles are sore the next day.

Neither of you have brought up the kiss, not the one on screen and not the other kiss- or kisses. There’s this unspoken thing. You feel connected to Tom on a deep level and you can only hope he reciprocates the feeling. It’s like you were just meant to meet Tom, otherwise the world would have ended. You haven’t sorted out whether it’s going to end a romantic or purely platonic relationship.

You don’t understand each other as friends or as lovers, just as humans.

Sure, he’s attractive and that kiss must have at least meant a fraction of what it meant to you to him. But with how close you’ve become in only a few days - you couldn’t bring yourself to jeopardise that connection by wanting more from him than he wants from you.

It’s the last night and you’re all out for one last meal as the whole crew.

Quite a few drinks have been ordered already, most of them consumed by Tom.

You’ve developed a strong mental connection to each other, but apart from hugs when saying goodnight, there hasn’t been much physical contact.

But tonight, Tom’s extra clingy.

He’s playful, hugging you, holding on to your arm, laying his head on your shoulder.

It feels nice, but you wish he wouldn’t have to be drunk to show you physical affection.

Tom reminds you of a puppy tonight, following you around and back into your trailer for the last time, lying down on your bed with pleading eyes until you join him.

“I wish we could have started hanging out earlier. We could have had so much more time together if I’d gotten my shit together and talked to you as soon as we started filming,” he says, “It’ll be months until the film comes out and we’ll be on press tour together. But now you’re going home and I’m going home and we’ll be apart.”

Those words could have come right from your mind.

“So I still need your number,” he rolls around on the bed until he’s facing you, dropping his phone in your lap so you can put your number in.

“I’m not the best texter though, so you’ll have to initiate contact sometimes,” you give him a tight-lipped smile as he examines the number you put in.

“Don’t worry I’ll annoy you so much that you won’t want anything to do with me anymore. You’ll have to answer or call me to prevent me from sending more messages,” he lays his head onto your lap and you stroke his hair as he closes his eyes.

Grinning back at him, you can’t help but wonder whether he really means it. He’s had quite a few drinks after all.

You’ve created such a strong bond that you can’t imagine not talking to him daily. But distance can change people and at the end of the day his actions might not match his words, but you won’t know until it’s time.

And so far neither of you has actively sought out the other to start up a conversation - it always just happened.

What are you going to text him when you’re so many miles apart? You can’t just send him random thoughts or memes like with your close friends - he doesn’t know you like that yet, or at least you feel like he wouldn’t understand most of them with his famous inability to navigate social media and therewith, you assume, memes.

You always fell into easy conversation when you started talking about the scene you or he just filmed, or continuing the conversation the whole group had at lunch or dinner, moving on to endless other topics without putting any thought into it. But if you had to text him from scratch you couldn’t think of much to say, it would just be awkward.

You try to believe Tom’s words though and enjoy your last night together, listening to his drunk words and giggling at his clumsiness when you walk him to his trailer once you’re too tired to stay up much longer.

The last day goes by too quick - it’s just the morning, really. You’re driven to the airport in different cars and everyone just disperses into their respective direction.

By noon, you’re on the plane on your own, and by six p.m. you’re back home.

Your family and friends have a little welcome back party the next day and you’re grateful to have all of them back - becoming (semi-) friends with Tom didn’t replace the amazing friends you’ve had for years and nothing can replace the feeling of hugging your mum after a long time apart.

But you can’t stop thinking about him.

You’re distracted for the first day, but as soon as you’re in your bed that night, your mind wanders to Tom.

Even if you could think about something to text him, you couldn’t send him a message. He only has your number as your phone had stupidly run out of battery when you gave him yours.

Maybe he doesn’t even remember getting your number because he was too drunk. Was he that drunk? It’s hard to tell. Who knows, he might randomly discover your number in six weeks when he’s looking for another contact name - another woman maybe. He’ll see your name and not even remember you.

Okay, that might just be your insecurity speaking. He must have felt something at least similar to the emotional attachment you’ve developed in just under a week.

The more you think about it, the more you think you’ve interpreted too much into your interactions with Tom. Despite his kind, reassuring feelings towards you that he expressed more than once, they don’t say that actions speak louder than words for nothing.

You fall asleep after checking your phone for the ninth time.

You’re miserable the first week home.

Your friends are the best - convincing you that you should celebrate having just filmed such a big movie and that ‘this Tom guy’ (you know they’re all fans - but it’s still nice to know that your feelings are way more important to them) isn’t worth your time and that there are plenty of fish in the sea.

But fish called Keith and Robert who both invite you on dates that week don’t spark even a tenth of the excitement you felt with Tom.

Despite your friends’ best effort to distract you, you jump out of bed when you find a missed call from an anonymous number on your phone one morning.

It could’ve been one of those annoying calls trying to sell some shit product or insurance to you - but you just know it was Tom.

You wait for him to call back but after a few hours you give up. You try not to let that ruin your day.

Not even knowing if it was Tom who called you, you sulk for a few days. It crosses your mind once or twice that you have the numbers of other crew members who’d surely have Tom’s number and you could ask them for it. But maybe if he doesn’t want to contact you it’s better that you don’t text him either.

Your insecurities aren’t the thing bothering you anymore - you told your closest friends about Tom and they assured you that your connection sounded special - there’s no way your feelings, at least the platonic ones, are one-sided.

If he’s deliberately decided not to contact you, it’s on him and nothing to do with you. Tom’s actions won’t sway your confidence, or rather lack thereof, but that doesn’t mean your feelings are protected.

Your heart starts racing as you hear your phone ping one day. You just have a feeling that this is finally it.

Looking at your phone, you frown.

Hi, it’s Tom. What have you been up to?

Instead of being excited, you just feel anxious now.

What a garbage message.

This is exactly what you were afraid of.

You get that you’ve been overthinking. You have no idea what he’s been up to since filming ended and he’s probably been catching up with friends and family, maybe he’s even moving on to another film and that’s why he’s busy.

But the fact that you’ve clearly been thinking about him more than he has thought about you makes you mad at him - even though it’s not his fault.

This is exactly what you warned him about though, not to send a boring text and assume it’ll be the same as when you’re together in person.

Okay, maybe you’re not even mad at him. You’re just nervous because you know staying in contact through messages when apparently both of you are bad texters will be hard; and because you can’t meme your way into his heart like you’ve done with other friends, because Tom might not get the joke. It could be worth a try, but the last thing you want is to send him a meme he doesn’t understand.

You answer and ask how he’s been but you refrain from sending whole paragraphs on how much you missed him, the longing doesn’t feel reciprocated and you don’t want to embarrass yourself.

The conversation ends shortly after.

Texting for a few minutes a week is not how you imagined keeping in touch with Tom. You try to call him a few times, but he doesn’t pick up, and whenever he calls you you always end up missing it so you give that up after a few days too.

Months pass and your feelings for Tom are buried somewhere deep within you. The contact broke off after the first few weeks and both of you are to blame - maybe it just wasn’t supposed to be.

But as your manager calls you for a quick briefing to announce the upcoming press tour, it’s like you’re back at week one of being away from Tom.

At the thought of seeing Tom again, you feel an excitement that you haven’t had since you received the news that you got the role of MJ.

Thinking of texting him to tell him you’re looking forward to seeing him again, you stop yourself before you find his name somewhere in your messages from months ago. You’re not going to let him control you like that. He doesn’t care enough about you to text you, so why would you text him?

You try to mask the fear that he doesn’t feel the same about you, platonic or romantic, with indifference, but you’re only lying to yourself which doesn’t feel good either. So you end up distracting yourself as much as you can and remain calm (which, of course, doesn’t work).

You think you might need a doctor on the first day of press. Your make-up artist Sara has been working her magic on your face, you’ve been in the make-up chair for around fifteen minutes.

Usually, you enjoy the pampering, but today your heart is beating out of your chest so hard you might fall over from the force of it, that’s why you’ve had your eyes closed the whole time - to try and focus on calming down your heartbeat (which, of course, doesn’t work either as it only makes you think about why you’re nervous in the first place).

You wonder how Tom’s going to react when you see each other again. How are you going to react? You know how you feel about him, but with his way of texting - or not texting - you don’t even remotely have an idea what or how he thinks about you - does he even think of you at all?

So much could have happened since you last saw each other - he could have a girlfriend for all you know.

“Okay, now your favourite part, the waterline,” Sara says, “Look up for me.”

You open your eyes, adjusting to the bright light and just wanting to admire the eyeshadow Sara’s put on you. You look into the mirror in front of you only to see Tom standing there, arms crossed and a sly smile on his face that brightens when your mouth falls open.

You get up from your chair and Tom holds his arms open and you automatically embrace each other, your chin on his shoulder and his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“When did you get here?” You’re not even embarrassed by how excited you sound.

“He’s been standing there for ten minutes just watching but he whispered not to tell you,” Sara answers for him.

“What? We could’ve been talking for ten minutes already! How are you?” You ask and that’s when he lets go of you, still standing close though.

“I’d love to catch up but I’m actually needed in the dressing rooms - my stylist is already so mad cause I’ve kept her waiting.”

“Okay, okay, don’t keep her waiting any longer - but we’ll catch up later?”

“Yes, of course,” he grins, “It’s good to see you again.”

That smile of his makes you forget the months of doubting whether he cares about you - no matter how good Tom is at acting, that smile is the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen in your life.

He leaves you, grinning from ear to ear and your heart hasn’t stopped beating so hard, but now it’s for a positive reason.

“Let’s get this awful waterline done then,” you tell Sara, wanting to get over with it before the adrenaline wears off, but she just stares at you with her eyebrows raised.

“So when were you going to tell me something is going on between you and Spider-Man?” she asks, hand on her hip.

You feel your face heating up, “What do you mean? We’re just friends- I’m not even sure if I’d go that far. This was the most we’ve talked since filming ended.”

“Well. Seems like he regrets that. When he came in and saw you he looked like a little kid on his birthday. He was so happy to see you.”

“He didn’t show any signs of missing me or wanting to speak to me on the phone, so I didn’t think he liked me too much…”

Sara gives you a doubtful look and you really have to admit that his reaction to seeing you again was undeniably positive.

With a shimmer of hope brightening up your whole mood, you even endure Sara poking something into your eye relatively easily - and you end up with some pretty make-up.

You don’t get to catch up with Tom before your first interview and you can’t take your eyes off of each other the whole time while you’re on stage on one of the Jimmy’s shows. (Is he Kimmel or Fallon.. or someone entirely different? You wouldn’t know because you’re only paying attention to Tom.)

You’re thankful Jacob’s there with you two because he answers the questions while you and Tom whisper things to each other and it already feels like you were never apart.

For the other interviews that day you manage to pay attention to the interviewers, but you’re still not used to having Tom by your side again.

It’s like he had the key to the feelings you’ve been trying to lock away for months and now they’re back again - giving you the energy for the next weeks, to build up a proper friendship, if not more.

At the same time, you’re cautious not to cross the line of friendship too soon, you’ve got weeks in front of cameras together, and any awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same would be obvious.

At the end of the day, you’re all exhausted and Tom invites you and Jacob to have dinner in his hotel room - well, he invites you and Jacob invites himself, but it’s not like he’s not your friend too.

You all dramatically drop onto Tom’s huge bed simultaneously, letting out sighs of contentment and you’re happy that you’re back together.

While Tom and Jacob look at the room service menu, you go to your own hotel room that’s just across the hall to remove your make-up and change back into sweats.

When you’re back and Tom opens the door for you, you notice he’s alone.

“Where’s Jacob?”

“He’s uh, he had to do something,” Tom says, not looking at you, but you see the smile he’s trying to hide.

You sit down on his bed, looking at the menu and deciding what you want to eat. You’re not sure, but you think you see Tom staring at you while you do so - but you’re too nervous to actually look at him.

After you’ve ordered the food, Tom’s the first to address what you’ve been thinking about for months.

“So.. you barely texted me - what have you been up to, how are you?”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” you feign shock, “I warned you that I‘m not a good texter and you said you would make sure to text me so much that it would annoy me but you never did,” you pout playfully and jam a finger into his chest, trying not to laugh, but he remains serious, both of his hands holding yours.

“When did that happen, when‘d you tell me that?”

“When I first gave you my number - the last night of filming, after we all went out. You were in my trailer?” You remind him.

“God, I don't remember being drunk enough to forget that.... So you‘re saying I haven‘t been annoying enough yet?” His tone changes into a playful threat.

“Well you have been annoying me very much, just not in the way I hoped. You‘ll have to do a lot more than a dry text a month to properly annoy me, Holland.”

He’s up on his knees now, the bed sinking in where he is, making you slip closer to him.

“Oh I can do a lot worse,” he smirks and before you register what he’s doing his hands are on you and he’s tickling you, his hands slipping down your body to tickle your belly, then further up again to tickle under your arms.

You giggle, barely able to breathe, and somehow manage to turn yourself onto your belly, denying him access to tickle you there but his fingers still manage to tickle your neck.

Even though your whole body is shaking from laughter, you have enough focus to appreciate having Tom so close and he stops tickling you when he notices your intent stare.

He looks into your eyes, his body hovering over you. He looks down at your lips, and licks his own. Just as you’re about to lean up and he’s about to lean down, you hear a knock at the door, interrupting your intimate moment. You’ve never been this unhappy when having food brought to you.

In the end, you’re not mad at the food anymore - you don’t remember the last time you had something this delicious. (It was probably when you kissed Tom on set.)

You both sit at the table a few minutes longer than necessary, both pleasantly full.

As you stretch your legs, Tom chuckles, “Cute socks.”

You were hoping he’d notice them - Spider-Man socks.

“Thanks, I like 'em too,” you lay your feet across Tom’s lap and before you can detect why he’s smirking, Tom’s tickling you again.

“Not after I’ve eaten,” you say through giggles, “You’re gonna make me throw up!”

He lets go immediately, but leaves his hands on you, finger tracing the Spider-Man logo of your sock by your ankle.

You try to hide how flustered he’s making you, scowling at him for the tickle attack.

“Am I successfully annoying you yet?” he asks.

“You’ll have to work harder than that.”

“I‘m glad I have so many weeks with you to get there, then.”

That makes you smile, and Tom grins too, looking down.

You end up watching some film that’s on tv and it’s so comfortable in Tom’s bed that you’d love to just stay here for the night. But your room is just ten seconds away so you have no real reason to stay with him.

Besides, you want to take it (whatever it is that you and Tom have) slow.

“It’s late, need to go to my room,” you yawn.

“Just stay here,” he whines into his pillow.

“My room’s right across the hall.”

Tom lets out a hmpf sound and now you’re annoyed at yourself for not just giving in.

He peels himself off the bed to walk you to your hotel room and gives you a sleepy hug which you both get lost in for a while.

Weeks go by like minutes and just like that you’ve reached your last weekend of promoting Spider-Man: Far from Home.

Just like every night, you’re in Tom’s hotel room, removing make-up and jewellery in his bathroom and putting on some of your clothes that ended up in Tom’s suitcase since you two were always in each other’s rooms.

You’ve eaten already and don’t really have a plan for tonight, but you think you’d be happy just spending the entire evening looking at Tom.

You’re cuddled up on his bed surrounded by a comfy blanket and cushions, and Tom’s staring right back at you.

“I’m so glad that we’ve become,” what is he going to say? Friends? “- uh, that we’ve become so close. And that we continued right where it ended last time,” he says, voice quiet.

“Me too.”

This is your chance.

Should you tell him?

Just kiss him?

It’s obvious that there’s something similar going on in his head.

But you’re the first one to say it out loud.

“I don’t want this to end,” you confess. You don’t have to define what ‘this’ is, there’s a mutual understanding.

“I don’t want us to end either.”

You’re glad he still said it, ‘Us’.

Tom scoots closer to you, looking at your lips, but before he’s close enough, you lean forward and press your lips against his.

He pulls you closer by your hoodie and you hear some of the seams rip - but you couldn’t care less about that right now.

You wrap your arms around Tom’s neck while he holds you as close as possible, your bodies pressing up against each other.

Tom’s hands wander down to your thighs, pulling you on top of him so you’re straddling him. Compared to when you first kissed, this is so much more passionate and intimate.

You feel the heat radiating off of him, his tongue brushing against your lips as you give in, parting your lips for him.

He stops after a few minutes, resting his forehead against yours, “I’ve never felt so much relief in my life. I was so scared you didn’t feel the same,” he laughs at his own desperate tone.

“Me too. I knew from the moment we kissed for the first time, that I wanted to be with you,” you admit, playing with the hair by the nape of his neck.

He smiles and kisses you again - you could do that all night.

“You’re such a good kisser,” he whispers against your lips, “wonder who taught you that.”

You shake your head and huff with a smile, “Hmmh,” you don’t bother with a real answer.

As you adjust in his lap, trying to get some friction against your throbbing core, something hard brushes against your thigh and you realise you’re not the only one immensely turned on.

“Do you have condoms?” you ask, arms still around his neck, his hands encircling your waist.

“I- yeah. Have you done this before?”

“Tom. You were my first kiss, do you think I slept with someone before that?”

“No, but I don’t know what you were up to while we were apart.”

“I was missing you, that’s what I was up to,” you smile against his lips, giving him a short kiss, “Which you would have known if you’d texted me more.” You say it with a smile as not to ruin the mood.

“I missed you too. So much. And I’ll do better. I promise,” he looks deep into your eyes.

“I know,” you answer.

He starts kissing your neck, but then stops again, gripping your thighs. “But I- what are you asking of me right now?”

“I wanna sleep with you, been wanting to for so long,” you say, unsure about your choice of words.

“But you just said you don’t want this to end- but now you want this - us - just to be a one night stand? I- I want more than that.”

You touch his cheeks with the palms of your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I never said I wanted a one night stand. We can take it slow if you want, but we were apart for so long and you can’t imagine how often I touched myself to the thought of you.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and it takes a few seconds before he says something.

“So you want to try a long term thing– relationship with me?”

You nod, fingers brushing through his hair, “Not just try. I want to have a long term relationship with you.”

He kisses all over your face and then gets off the bed to look for something in his suitcase, “Remind me to thank Harrison some time.”

“Harrison? Is he your best mate, the one you told me about?”

“Yeah and we live together too, so he kind of had to hear me complain about missing you every day for a few months and he bought me this whole box of condoms and told me he was not letting me back in the house if I– found them– if I-” he turns around and he drops the condoms.

You’ve gotten rid of your clothes, leaving you in a cute blue set of panties and bra, sitting on your knees, “Everything okay?” you ask.

He blinks a few times, picks up the condoms, throws them on the bed, and then throws himself on the bed, and honestly the price of this bra was not worth it considering how quickly Tom takes it off.

You feel yourself getting wet while he kisses his way across your chest, his lips wrapping around your nipple and his fingers grabbing at the rest of your body.

When you can’t take it anymore, you pull at his shirt and once that’s gone you tug at his sweatpants, trying to kiss him simultaneously.

“Wait - need to make you feel good first,” he says.

When you let go of his lips –you can’t get enough of kissing him– he lifts your legs to lie down between them, throwing each leg over his shoulders.

He smirks when he sees how wet you are, his thumbs running up and down your inner thighs, “So fucking wet, all for me?”

You just whine and he realises how needy you are, wasting no time to take off your panties, tossing them somewhere in the room, and getting to work between your legs.

He presses a few kisses directly to your clit and you buck your hips up against his face, making him chuckle.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he says and you squeeze your legs together, against his neck, purely because you’re too horny for any talking, you just need him.

He chuckles, but finally gives you what you need, licking a stripe from your pussy up to your clit and you already feel close to the edge.

Tom eating you out feels better than you ever imagined it could, and with him licking your clit and then sucking until your hips drive up and your head falls back, you come undone on his tongue in just a few minutes.

When he’s positive you’re finished, he sits up on his knees, not bothering to wipe his lips coated in your arousal, “I was going to edge you, but I couldn't not let you cum when you looked so good.”

You smile and pull him towards you, kissing him and tasting yourself. You let go when you notice him fidgeting with his pants, so he can get them off quicker.

He’s wearing a pair of grey briefs and you can see the thick outline of his cock and where he’s started leaking already.

You reach for his underwear, tracing the outline of his hard cock, but he gently pulls your wrist back, “Have to stretch you out first. Get you ready for me.”

You pout and he chuckles but you’re back to feeling nothing but bliss when he pushes a finger into you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

He notices how relaxed you’re lying down and decides to add another finger, pumping them in and out, and he licks his lips when his hand starts making a wet sound against your pussy.

“Does that hurt?” he asks cautiously.

“No– want more,” you demand, looking up at him, at his rosy cheeks and glistening chest.

“Manners?”

“Tom - more please.”

He starts going deeper and quicker and again you mumble, “More.”

You push yourself up on your elbows when he stops, already pouting.

“Sorry, love. Can’t go any deeper with my fingers,” he starts pushing off his briefs, “You think you’re ready?”

You nod eagerly as he takes his underwear off, and swallow as you watch his thick cock bounce against his lower abs, glistening at the tip, and you nearly start drooling.

“You okay, pretty girl?” he asks as he puts on the condom.

“Yes, hurry up, please.”

“Can’t wait to be inside of you,” he grins, pulling the sheets over you two.

“Sure?” he asks.

“Yes, Tom. I need you now, please.”

He lowers his face to kiss you, your hand pulling him even closer by the back of his neck. He lines himself up with your pussy, rubbing his tip up and down your folds before sliding in nearly all the way with how wet you are.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

“It’s okay.”

Your knees slide further up his sides, and he sits up entirely, holding your ankles by his shoulders to get you used to him being inside of you.

“You’re so fucking tight - how does it feel?”

“Um not like much - not that it isn’t big but, it only hurts a bit,” you admit.

“Do you want me to stop?” His eyes are full of care, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your ankle.

“No, no, don’t stop. Maybe - start moving?”

His first few thrusts are slow and painful, your eyes screwed shut.

But as Tom starts circling your clit with his thumb and you let out a long breath you didn’t realise you were holding, it starts to feel better.

He plays with your clit the whole time and after a while the stretch in your pussy is more pleasurable and then you realise the pain is completely gone.

“Feel good now?”

“Yes, god, Tom. Don’t stop now.”

He continues rubbing your clit, getting sloppier but more intense as you get even wetter. His thrusts become faster and you start moaning as you get closer and closer.

Tom becomes louder as well, no longer stopping himself from letting out low grunts every time he thrusts deep into you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, eyes falling shut as Tom keeps moving. His thumb is on your clit, rubbing you while you’re blissed out.

With three more thrusts he spills into you with a moan, stopping his movements after a few seconds and falling into bed next to you.

You both catch your breath, looking at each other, grinning, and you giggle as you realise what just happened.

“This was even better than what I was thinking about, when I got myself off on my own all those months,” you say.

His head snaps towards you, “Wait, you actually meant that? I thought you were just saying that.”

“Saying what?”

“That you were thinking of me when you were touching yourself?”

“No, I meant that. And now I’ve got even more to think about when we’re away from each other again.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Tom says, kissing your shoulder, “I don’t think I can survive not seeing you that long again.”

“I don’t think I can, either.”

A month later

The film’s out, you and Tom are together - as a couple, and physically, and you’re having the time of your life.

Since you and Tom have had clarity that your feelings are reciprocated, both of you have become better at texting, there's not a topic you can’t text about for hours. And Facetime has become your best friend, but you make sure you don’t have to go too many weeks without seeing each other in person.

Tom wanted to make sure you were together before the premiere of the film and booked a few days longer, so that you could spend more time together.

The reviews for the film are phenomenal, and while there are enough people praising Tom for his performance alone, it seems like the fans love the MJ you portrayed and have started shipping you two in real life, too.

Tom told you never to read any comments but you couldn’t help but wonder if people noticed how nervous you and Tom were around each other for the first interview you did during the press tour.

And surely enough, the comments are full of people saying how in love you look and what a great couple you’d make.

You’re sure they’re about to be happy.

You open Instagram to record a story, the video starting with your phone aimed at your laptop screen, filled with the video of your first interview.

“Guys, can you please stop commenting embarrassing stuff under this video. You’re making it so awkward between me and my crush if he sees those comments!” you say in a fake-embarrassed voice.

You flip the camera to reveal Tom behind you, whose head is comfortably resting on your ass, eyes fixated on his phone, probably thanking some people congratulating him on the film.

“Right, babe?” you ask.

“Absolutely, love,” he answers, not listening or looking up. Only when he hears you chuckle he looks at you, casting a cute look into the camera, then coming up and kissing you on the lips just as the video cuts off.

You click the post button, and put your phone away, enjoying Tom’s kisses on your neck and how he’s already taking off your shirt. And for the next few hours it’s just the two of you, making love.

#Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland smut #tom holland fluff #?#Tom Holland x actress!reader #idk about the end #tom holland #Tom Holland x you #spiderman far from home #Tom Holland imagine #spiderman no way home #actress!reader #fem!reader #selfcarecap

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honeyandkissesxo · 2 years ago

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i feel like the general understanding of most characters in st is just wrong, but it’s close enough to the truth that you can’t say it’s wrong.

and then there’s the black and white thinking of characters being only good or bad as if there wasn’t an entire storyline this season about people being complex and more than just good or bad, or monster vs superhero.

steve: people will dismiss the fact that he was an asshole in s1 and say he was in the right that season just bc he ditched his friends at the end, as if he wasn’t slut shaming nancy or picking a fight w jonathan by being homophobic and insulting his family and making fun of his brother who was thought dead at the time. or the ppl who act like he hasn’t changed since then or that his character has gone downhill bc he he was flirting w nancy, as if it wasn’t being encouraged by all of his friends, he also didn’t just straight up say hey i wanna have six kids w you, he told her what he wanted to do with his life and then after a pretty good reaction he later said he wanted it to be with her, he wasn’t being creepy at all.

jonathan: sure it was weird that he was taking photos of them all but ppl aren’t mad abt that they’re mad that he took photos of nancy getting undressed, which ofc seems weird from steve’s perspective but we as the audience see that it was clearly an accident, he was taking photos of nancy and then she unexpectedly took of her top in front of the window while he was taking it, he saw this and immediately moved the camera away and refocused on barb. he also apologised for taking the pictures twice, even thought both times nancy was just interested in why he took them in the first place.

mike: the amount of hate he gets is insane. no one hated on lucas for ignoring will, even will only seemed to blame mike and started a fight when mike was trying to apologise, and then mike and lucas biked through the rain to apologise again before the mindflayer rudely interrupted. and ppl have the audacity to say mikes homophobic bc of the infamous “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” line when he didn’t even mean it like that, and he immediately regret it and tried to explain himself. and now everyone seems to think mike was ignoring will again when he wasn’t, idk wtf was going on at the airport, it was awkward for everyone, but the main thing is rinkomania. will thinks he didn’t call but were told later that he did call just couldn’t get through, and they made up anyway so i don’t know why ppl are still so mad abt it. if ppl are gonna be mad at mike tho it should be bc he treated el terribly this season. but no one seems to care abt that they think he fixed it with that monologue but he didn’t

will: i think bc most of the hate is just blatant homophobia any criticism gets dismissed as that too, and you end up with this view that will does nothing wrong ever and he’s just this innocent kid. any time you point out that he was also in the wrong in s3 you get hit with “but he lost his childhood” as if he spent his whole life in UD, and he gets infantilised. he wanted them to do smth they didn’t want to, they were making him be part of smth he didn’t want to, he was ignoring their problems, they were ignoring his game. they were both in the wrong that season. now in s4 he seemed to be trying to make up for that by actually listening to mikes issues and trying to help him, he also lied which is like rule no1. but everyone lied abt smth this season and he was trying to help so when ppl say he’s being selfish that’s simply not true.

#stranger things #steve harrington #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #stranger things 4

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dykeyote · 2 years ago

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if i had a nickel for every time i asked you for headcanons about an autistic penumbra podcast character i’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice (ie: please talk about cecil being autistic thanks)

YES YES YES . THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME REENTERING MY CECIL KANAGAWA ERA U WILL DEFINITELY NOT REGRET THIS (lies)

okay so right . before i get into my Personal hcs i feel like i should explain why he is literally so fucking autistic to the point that despite being a oneoff chara he to this day is one of my strongest supported autistic hcs . because i could go into like Depth and pick apart a bunch of tiny little details but literally if i just in very broad strokes describe him as "a guy with an extremely narrow interest that he zeroes in on and impulsively buys tons of things out of excitement for it and who is infantilized by his mother despite being a grown adult and whose 'best friend' in fact seems to deeply resent him a fact he is entirely clueless of because of his inability to read the very obvious social cues" and ull be MORE than convinced so why would i bother

speaking of which he has a special interest on ancient torture devices which is like two steps away from canon anyway <3 his show is one massive excuse to infodump on the subject . pov youre about to get your head chopped off and you just want to get it over with but unfortunately your would-be murderer is giddily explaining the history of the guillotine

i think hes like . he has this weird masking thing that he cant stop doing where he basically CONSTANTLY even when hes not on camera acts like hes acting like hes constantly flourishing and performing for a camera and an audience and shit . its part of why people tend to find him kind of obnoxious because hes CONSTANTLY doing his stage persona bc thats just how he masks and gets thru social interaction while still seeming charismatic and he doesnt really know how to switch it off totally

VERY VERY VERY stimmy he cant hold still hes CONSTANTLY moving especially when hes talking . usually this shows as him just pacing back and forth and flourishing in the air while he talks but when ehs VERY excited he flaps his hands a lot and claps his hands and giggles . he kicks his legs when hes sitting down a lot hes basically always swinging his legs bc he cant hold still but when he gets hyped up its VERY AGGRESSIVE . which is bad bc hes always wearing very thick boots

he like . he masks a lot to hide Social Awkwardness which hes pretty good at but hes very very bad at masking his emotions if hes uspet hes UPSET . especially with sensory issues if you ruffle his hair when hes not expecting it he gets VERY FLAILY and makes a lot of dismayed noises he cant really regulate his reactions to stuff at all . im crazy about cecil and junos weird half-friendship so i think he Knows cecils ways of reacting to stuff and like just out of habit he immediately course corrects whenever cecil makes one of his little agh argh rhghrhg noises that means hes overwhelmed and trying Very Badly to mask it . dont let anyone kno tho they cant know juno (ugh) Doesnt Want Cecil To Be Upset or whatever

he likes lots of pressur!!!!!! im weak for the idea of the cameramen just being silly little dogs when theyre not doing their work and shit so he likes just lying down and letting one of these MASSIVE fucking genetically engineered monster creatures just fwop on him so he has pressure . tbh

ok im going on forever i can talk about how autismcore he is for hours . but last hc i swear i swear . hes very much a sensory seeking autistic he cant handle Surprise sensations but he LOVES sensory input when hes the person thats Causing It To Occur. he always has SUPER BRGIH SPOTLIGHTS on even when ehs not filming because he likes the bright light he likes clothes that he can swish around for the sound and feel and look of it hes VERY VERY VERY physically clingy for the stim of physical affection juno steel cannot enter the kanagawa household without cecil hanging off his arm

hes my skrunkly skringlo my blorbo boytoy etc etc etc

#I LOOOOVE HIM #hes so autismcore #i went a little overboard . im insane abt him #anyway #cecil kanagawa #the penumbra podcast

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saltysalmonkid · 3 years ago

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Im still thinking abt the tma dark office comedy thing so heres some random disjointed ideas ive put together:

They kinda do this in the show already but i think it wld be funny if all of them abused the fuck out of the fact that elias cant rlly fire them so they literally dont turn up to work unless they hv to bc theyre itching for it again. Like straight up dont even call in sick they just stay home and laze around with no warning

Melanie and elias hv a fun little tom and jerry thing going on. Every ep she surreptitiously tries to kill him but he always escapes by a hair.

Literally everybody assumes that elias and peter lucas were exes no matter what elias says they cant be convinced and elias is like jon you shld Know im not his ex and jon goes u guys did fuck tho?? And when tim hears he makes fun of elias for a week straight. (Jon doesnt actually Know that he just said it to fuck w elias but judging by his reaction it was probably true)

Also in general their behaviour is very ex- like. Elias is stiff and awkward around peter lucas and peter keeps making little jabs at elias everytime he talks about him. Like the tension is so thick whenever both of them are in the room.

This was stolen from a wwdits/tma crossover fic (thats fucking hilarious btw, go read it its called gaslight gatekeep girlboss LMAO) but jon so DESPERATELY wants to do the The Office deadpan look into the camera thing but everytime he does it the cameras static out and hes very upset about it

Mentioned in my previous post but i think it wld be so funny if ppl all thought helen was just a trans woman like shed be explaining like "yea so i used to be michael-" and then basira or whoever wld be like "noooo queen u were always helen!!1!" and shed be like 🧍‍♂️nvm

Daisy is always dragging arnd dead bodies casually like shed just pass by the office w a body and jon wld be like oh another one without looking up frm his book and shed be like lol fuck off

Everytime jon gets flustered the cameras static out like he'll brush hands w martin or smth and the the screen will suddenly go black and hell be like uhmm. Lol oops that was nothing lmaooaoaooo dont worry about it thats just my Powers Growing or something lol.

People keep going to jon whenever they lose something and its getting v annoying for him so he starts making them pay him. Like 2 bucks per item or something. And he uses the money to fuel his coffee addiction.

Theres an ep where the documentary crew interview the ppl who arent frm the archives and theyre all like normal ass people. Like the receptionists like yeah. Idk theyre weird they all look like theyre one incident away frm a mental brekdown we all kinda keep away frm them and then theres a hard cut to her inching slowly around the hallway where jon is standing motionlessly muttering to himself, his eyes glowing green.

Again mentioned in my previous post but elias just randomly materialises behind ppls backs sometimes and everyone is startled by it but jon. Hes just like get out frm behind me u creep. Fucking hell. But elias has been stabbed by daisy twice frm doing that to her so hes stopped.

#tma #ramblings #peterelias #jonmartin #long post

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rotshop · 3 years ago

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silly dumb little hcs for when dei was an agent + an employer s/o <33

[ readers text is in blue ]

-when i tell you this man is whipped i mean he is WHIPPED. even from the first time he met you he just kinda freezes up and stares bc holy SHIT you are Pretty. you'd prolly just come in for some meeting with Audi but when you're waiting on her you're just kinda. hanging out outside of her office and this dumbass is just staring at you lmao ,,,,

-you eventually just kinda . 'you good???' at him for Obvious Reasons. he has to snap out of his thoughts and nod as quickly as he can, forcing some little grin and trying to feign as casual as he can.

"yep !! just uh .. never seen you around before."

".......k."

-he's so humiliated after the fact. homie made a TOTAL embarrassment of himself in front of you. sanford's forced to listen to him vent abt it during their shift together lmao.

-everytime you show up after that he just kinda runs off because he doesn't wanna be all awkward like that again in front of you (specific time where you noticed him rushing off and watched him trip and fall face flat onto the floor. u ask auditor abt him before you leave and she gives you a really judgemental look when you go 'oh!! just curious :)' when she asks why you wanna know lmao)

-eventually tho he's forced to face u again when you ask him for help to find audi's office, claiming that 'you just can't seem to remember and this facility is so biiig and twistyyy ...... :(' the entire time he's super tense trying to keep cool, keeps stumbling over his words and making shit up to try and impress you, always freezes up and stares a lil when you giggle at his attempts . when you get there you smile back at him and say it was nice to talk to him and that you'd like to see him around more often

-he thinks abt it ALL day . he's on cloud nine. sanford goes to ask him if he's ok bc he's got the biggest grin on his face and he can't even get the question out before he's cutting him off.

"You look really red, are you o-"

"GUESS WHO GOT TO SEE [name] AGAIN :)))))"

-he only realizes when san points out that there's NO goddamn way you forgot where audi's office is since you've NEVER needed a guide there before . he has to hold back from yelling (in like a happy stim way) when it clicks

-makes efforts to keep running into you after that, usually giving some excuse or another about it that 'you could get lost again' or 'oh, i was actually just heading the same way!' (spoilers ; he was not heading that way and he is Going to be late bc now he has to run all the way across the place to get to where he's actually supposed to be but . yknow.)

-auditor hates watching you two interact . looks at the camera knowingly while you talk to him

-you probably think it's fun to mess w/ him a litte bc i mean like. cmon man it TOTALLY is. every little vaguely flirtatious comment makes him jolt and rub at his neck and his face burn , even just a hand on his shoulder or you leaning on him makes him all flustered . he's dumb as FUCK and feels bad abt how bad it gets him in the heart bc nooo you aren't doing it on purpose you don't feel the same you just think he's funnyyyy :( (you know DAMN well what you're doing. you're evil and fucked up and he puts too much faith in you. /hj)

"What do you even see in him??"

"I think he's a silly little guy <333 my silly little meow meow"

"Your What."

#employer reader #deimos x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat imagines #i believe in malewife deimos (redacted)boss reader supremacy love and light <33

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bbhyeoliskooks · 4 years ago

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hellooo !! can i request a reaction for txt when they see that an idol from a different boy band has a crush on their idol!s/o bc they think that idol!reader is single,,

❝𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!❞

TXT’s reaction to seeing an idol from another boy band have a crush on idol!you and obviously getting jealous.

Genre: Few cups of fluff ~!

Warnings: Maybe suggestive from jjuniebug... or so...

(so sorry this took so long my gosh 😭😭 also i liVE FOR THIS??? HONESTLY??? LIKE LITERALLY I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THIS AND BE THAT PERSON SKLFDJ catch txt getting a bit jelly over hereee 😏😏 n e way, yea hope you like it lots and that it makes up for the time being losttt 🧍 btw... i’m so sorry if i get one of the members from another group’s personality wrong :(( just know i can always edit it since i don’t want to make any of you mad~~)

최 연준:

° 𐐪𐑂 YALL DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIM I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE THIS VIVIDLY IN MY HEAD KSJFDS

° 𐐪𐑂 Anyway... the two of you would be backstage, chatting it up a storm and congratulating each other of how great your guy’s performance was for a VERY long time- enough for it to be suspicious

° 𐐪𐑂 No one could really suspect a thing tho... like... the two of you were being very cautious just in case about that, however it was a bit too crystal clear to see that there was some attraction between the two of you 😏

° 𐐪𐑂 And you know how as I said, quiet?

° 𐐪𐑂 Well,,, haha,,, I guess I forgot to mention one thing

° 𐐪𐑂 It’s-- as obvious to the staff... idols... people who walked there that you absolutely were in la vie en rose with each other~~

° 𐐪𐑂 Because up close, any sane person would definitely see there was something going on between you and Yeonjun with the soft yet playful flirting in both of your eyes

° 𐐪𐑂 Are we that shocked??? you’re dating in secret so obviouslyyy 🥺🥺

° 𐐪𐑂 how scandalous~~ hehe~~ (i’m kidding, it’s really not scandalous at all???)

° 𐐪𐑂 ++ Sometimes Yeonjun would get bold and make physical contact with you so... I mean he knew no one was going to spread rumors to snakes like Dispatch and... why not when he could show everyone he loved you the most?

° 𐐪𐑂 Before talking and catching up about some random stuff, you ask him if you can go to the bathroom first and ofc he says yes bc he’s best boy !

° 𐐪𐑂 ... cue the 5 minutes later...

° 𐐪𐑂 so after you’re done doing your business and all... you come face to face with??? GUESS WHO???!! TAEHYUNG FROM BTS???!!!

° 𐐪𐑂 **insert gasp**

° 𐐪𐑂 You pretty much did after you accidentally bumped into him

° 𐐪𐑂 but it was all good actually ! you were just dying inside since you just embarrassed yourself in front of the one of the greatest people in the whole entire world

° 𐐪𐑂 Taehyun was really sweet about it tho and he only smiled at you, making you grin back at him easily since the atmosphere wasn’t as awkward anymore

° 𐐪𐑂 “Ah, you’re Y/N from (), right? I love how you performed today! I’ve been listening to your songs for a while but I have to say that I adore your voice much more,” he complimented with a smug wink

° 𐐪𐑂 You just gaped at him, feeling your ears burn up immediately

° 𐐪𐑂 “M-my voice?! Taehyung, that’s so sweet of you to say! Thank you so much!”

° 𐐪𐑂 From then on, the two of you decided to talk more about yourselves and got to learn more

° 𐐪𐑂 All that time and you didn’t realize you could enjoy talking with someone so much and how you weren’t nervous in front of him at all???

° 𐐪𐑂 Bc by now, you would be a stammering mess before him because he really was one of the coolest guys on earth

° 𐐪𐑂 And yea that’s Taehyung for you 🥺 he’s such a sweet boy like mom i love him

° 𐐪𐑂 It had just reached almost 10 minutes of both of you talking, and it was time for the boy to go on stage and perform

° 𐐪𐑂 You were a bit sad since you probably couldn’t get to know him more as a good friend considering both of your schedules...

° 𐐪𐑂 but luckily ! Taehyung was enjoying this too and he pulled out his phone, ready to ask you something he’d been meaning to for a while

° 𐐪𐑂 “Do you think I could treat you sometime? Actually, I’d love to get to know you if you’d like and it’s okay for you to say no,” now the boy in front of you went from confident to shy in a second, his hand flying to the back of his neck to nervously scratch it

° 𐐪𐑂 Eyes widening with excitement, you were going to jump at the opportunity to say yes until-

° 𐐪𐑂 Pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind emerged Yeonjun with a not so hidden sour expression as he held you tenderly in his embrace, not daring to ever let you go

° 𐐪𐑂 “Taehyung Sunbaenim! The staff told me to come get you for your performance! You better hurry up and go there, so you won’t be late.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Well... at least Yeonjun’s tone was polite but both you and Taehyung could obviously tell it meant something else- more like back off, which you weren’t surprised

° 𐐪𐑂 Getting the hint Taehyung took a few steps back, giggling at the evident passive aggressiveness from the boy

° 𐐪𐑂 “Thanks, Yeonjun! And I’ll be sure to be there, thanks so much for the heads up.”

° 𐐪𐑂 You couldn’t help but groan quietly at the tense atmosphere now and how the boys waved goodbyes at each other- although you were sure your boyfriend was more than happy enough that the “predator” went off by himself

° 𐐪𐑂 Once Taehyung was gone, you were surprised to hear how silent Yeonjun was behind you, biting his lips so as to not mess up and say anything disrespectful

° 𐐪𐑂 Nonetheless, you had to say that you were worried about the sudden change in his demeanor

° 𐐪𐑂 “Jjunie, is there anything wrong?”

° 𐐪𐑂 “I’m so sorry,” he muttered, burying his head into your neck, “I shouldn’t have acted like that... I know Taehyung Sunbaenim didn’t mean any harm or you either... I promise I won’t do it next time.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Knowing he truly felt sorry, you just turned around to look at him more clearly, lifting up his chin so that he’d cheer up even from the tiniest bit of affection

° 𐐪𐑂 And. Oh. My. Gosh. His. Adorable. Puppy. Eyes. That. Shine. So. Brightly. You. Fall. In. Love. Every. Time.

° 𐐪𐑂 “It’s okay Jjun,” you cooed, cupping his cheeks, “But don’t be so jealous next time, you know that you’re the only one I see.”

° 𐐪𐑂 True to your words Yeonjun seemed to cheer up at this and smiled brightly, the one that always made your heart melt whenever you see his face flowing with ardent joy

° 𐐪𐑂 But yea, remember how we all know he has such a shocking duality?

° 𐐪𐑂 ... we were absolutely not ready for Yeonjun to quickly slam his hand against the white boundaries of the room, almost pinning you to the wall if you could call it that, and whispering in your ear so teasingly it made you crazy:

° 𐐪𐑂 “Now, how about you make it up to me for leaving me back there for 10 minutes? I think you deserve a good punishment from me, baby.”

° 𐐪𐑂 gosh.... i just... okay moving on with the holy water???

최 수빈:

° 𐐪𐑂 Fridays where you had to MC was certainly the best because you got to spend it with a very special someone~

° 𐐪𐑂 A very special someone who would do their very best to make you laugh and succeed at it every time he forgot to say his line

° 𐐪𐑂 A very special someone who encouraged you to be confident even in front of your favorite idols whom you were dying to talk to

° 𐐪𐑂 A very special someone who comforted you when you thought you weren’t good enough in front of the TV screen... and someone who cheered you up by giving helpful advice with soft kisses on the nose as well~

° 𐐪𐑂 Oh wait, who was that very special someone?? You guessed it! Only the sweetest boy ever, Soobinnie from TXT !

° 𐐪𐑂 You couldn’t be more than happy to say yes to interviewing idols with him even if the questions were already scripted with a small piece of paper

° 𐐪𐑂 Every moment with him in front of the cameras was heaven to you, to hear his perfect voice echo inside the walls in the room

° 𐐪𐑂 Perhaps the idols behind you could tell you were whipped for each other at this point... you honestly wouldn’t be surprised but you didn’t want to release the fact that you were dating since it wouldn’t do good for both of your images

° 𐐪𐑂 This time, the idols behind you were the one and only Stray Kids !

° 𐐪𐑂 An excellent group with excellent music~ (maybe I should stan, hehe)

° 𐐪𐑂 The questions only took a few minutes since they were just talking about their song, but you had to say you enjoyed every single second of it

° 𐐪𐑂 And with the bunny grin on Soobin’s face, it looked like he was pleasant himself too

° 𐐪𐑂 Although, every good thing has to come to an end~!

° 𐐪𐑂 The cameras just turned off after getting the perfect cut and you were waving off to a few of the members when one of them came up to you with a huge smile on his face

° 𐐪𐑂 You noticed he had a lot of freckles on his face which definitely made him even more prettier, and you welcomed him with the same expression back

° 𐐪𐑂 “Hi, Y/N! I hope I’m not bothering you, but I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your songs. Oh sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Felix, if you didn’t know,” he looked off to the side shyly but didn’t expect to see you kindly answer him back

° 𐐪𐑂 Honestly, he looked really sweet ! But you were wondering why he made some time to talk to you all of a sudden before catching up with the rest of his members on a time crunch

° 𐐪𐑂 “No, it’s okay! Actually, I’m happy you came up to talk a little since I wanted to say that I love your songs as well. Um, did you need me for anything?”

° 𐐪𐑂 The boy just shook his head, moving closer to you so you could at least hear him better,

° 𐐪𐑂 “Well, I sort of do... if it’s not too much to ask, do you think I could maybe take you out some time? And it’s fine if you say no! But I’d really like to get to know you.”

° 𐐪𐑂 The heat of your ears was a bit too much now, and you could feel yourself becoming a wee bit too warm in your outfit

° 𐐪𐑂 ...you couldn’t lie to him, he seemed like a nice boy and all that you’d definitely love to have as a friend but how were you going to tell him you were already taken if both your boyfriend and you agreed to keep the relationship a secret in the first place?

° 𐐪𐑂 From beside you, you could hear Soobin sigh longingly, waiting for you to come talk to him after a while of not seeing you

° 𐐪𐑂 He was a few feet away from you, staring down at the situation as if that was going to do any better and scare the other boy away

° 𐐪𐑂 What do you expect??? The bby boy misses you sm :((

° 𐐪𐑂 And he gets very polite so he won’t be able to do anything until it gets too far for him 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 Seems like the type to accidentally get the wrong order thanks to the mcdonalds staff but accepts it anyway bc he’s too scared nice to say anything (just like me for example)

° 𐐪𐑂 As I was saying, the two of you just glanced over at Soobin who had a somewhat grumpy look on his face, leaning on his hand while sitting down

° 𐐪𐑂 The sight was definitely something to see... it only peeked obvious jealousy but it looks like the dude from Stray Kidz wasn’t able to see it just yet 😭

° 𐐪𐑂 But to you, who absolutely knew Soobin inside and out not mentioning the fact you dated him, could tell that boy was CLEARLY in envious pain watching this

° 𐐪𐑂 “Yeah, of course! I think we’ll be really great friends too! Maybe once our schedules are free, then we can meet up somewhere.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Subtly nodding your head to where the jealous bby was sitting, you hoped it would be enough for him to figure out in the meantime

° 𐐪𐑂 Felix, seeming to understand what was happening between the two of you, just chuckled handing you the tiny paper of his number in hands

° 𐐪𐑂 “Okay then! I hope we can be good friends in the near future. Just let me know whenever you want to hang out, and we’re good to go!”

° 𐐪𐑂 And with that, the other boy left, scrambling to catch up to his group which was already far away

° 𐐪𐑂 It was silent for a few minutes until Soobin heaved out another sigh, but it was instead one of relief once he saw that every staff and performer was out of the room for a little while

° 𐐪𐑂 “He obviously likes you,” he muttered, sticking out his bottom lip to create the most precious pout you had ever seen, “it’s not fair at all... why does everyone have to like my significant other?”

° 𐐪𐑂 You just smiled knowingly at his tone and pulled him up from the floor-- did he always feel like this whenever someone asked you for your number?

° 𐐪𐑂 Taking his fluffy cheeks in your hands, your thumb rubbed against his cheekbone before booping his nose with a teasing touch

° 𐐪𐑂 “Soobin, I love you, silly. There’s no one who can ever compare to you, okay? It’s alright to get jealous sometimes, but

° 𐐪𐑂 He puffed out an amused chuckle through his nose, satisfied at the answer you gave him, smirking that omg smirk that really had your heart beating too swiftly like the first time you met him

° 𐐪𐑂 “I’m really lucky to have you... I swear every single person on this Earth is in love with you? But now that you’re encouraging me like this, I feel just fine. But... just in case, could you promise to stay by my side forever, please?”

° 𐐪𐑂 He held out his pinky finger, gazing at you expectantly as if to wait for your answer, but wasn’t it evident enough?

° 𐐪𐑂 It really was impossible to say no to those puppy dog eyes 😌

최 범규:

° 𐐪𐑂 It wasn’t hard to miss that Jongho from Ateez liked you more than everyone else usually did

° 𐐪𐑂 Beomgyu could certainly tell

° 𐐪𐑂 Yes he was staring at the other boy’s reaction for some time (although it was mostly you) while your group was performing and he could see that same boy squirming with excitement whenever it was your turn to lead the stage

° 𐐪𐑂 Yes he was deathstaring him down when they shook hands, but at least he was polite enough to smile back when all the cameras were flashing in their faces

° 𐐪𐑂 And man... did he hate it as much as he tried not to show that jealousy itself

° 𐐪𐑂 Of course he thought nothing wrong of Jongho !

° 𐐪𐑂 Truth be told, he actually wanted to become friends with them since he found them to be such a talented and strong person who could easily break apples with just a flick of his wrist

° 𐐪𐑂 it intimidated him sure sskdsd like what if he was the apple in jongho’s hands instead...

° 𐐪𐑂 OKAY IM GETTING OFF TOPIC IT MUST BE BC ITS LITERALLY 2AM ON A MONDAY NIGHT

° 𐐪𐑂 But when it came to you.... Beomgyu really had no chill in wanting needing to protect you always like omg pls 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 The glares he sent poor Jongho who didn’t know the two of you were in a relationship was laughable man

° 𐐪𐑂 Maybe it was bc of his hairstyle he didn’t know 🧍 but he would for sure figure that out soon enough when he was brave enough to finally come talk to you after your performance~

° 𐐪𐑂 This choreo was exhausting but you were starting to get the use of it after tons of practice and performing !

° 𐐪𐑂 You were happy tonight with how it came out, so you were going to ask for your breathtaking boyfie how it looked in order to appease that weird craving for his opinion

° 𐐪𐑂 When you came to the backstage where everyone was congratulating you, you weren’t the very least bit surprised to see Beomgyu waiting for you

° 𐐪𐑂 but instead of the usual cheerful mood-boosting smile he had on his face, was the sour frown that had you thinking curiously in your head what the matter was

° 𐐪𐑂 Before you could even ask him what was wrong, someone cut in and you weren’t able to ask him just yet

° 𐐪𐑂 “Wait, Y/N, before you go! Can I just say that you did really well on the dance tonight? I mean you always do, don’t get me wrong, but I think you did extra amazing for this one.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Excitedly you smiled, whooshing behind you to see that it was one of your favorite idols from one of the greatest bands in the universe

° 𐐪𐑂 “Oh gosh, really? Thank you so much! I wasn’t planning on

° 𐐪𐑂 Under his breath Beomgyu muttered to himself as he was watching this, “oh look, here comes the boy trying to steal my bby..”

° 𐐪𐑂 gosh why is that hot to me i need some help-

° 𐐪𐑂 “Yeah, of course it was! I don’t know about you but you have to know that I practice that dance if I were you since I love it so much!”

° 𐐪𐑂 what.

° 𐐪𐑂 You were so taken aback that you just chuckled nervously before chatting a bit more

° 𐐪𐑂 A few more minutes passed by, and Beomgyu couldn’t stand seeing you laugh at all of Jongho’s terrible jokes

° 𐐪𐑂 To him it was as if you were forcing yourself to laugh at all his jokes, but that really wasn’t the case ksfjsk Jongho was just a funny dude

° 𐐪𐑂 But all that time you were worrying about your boyfie and why he was so sad :(((

° 𐐪𐑂 You hated seeing him in the corner by himself, looking at most likely nothing on his phone and you wanted to talk to him since there could be something wrong

° 𐐪𐑂 It seemed as if the clock saved you bc wow !! Thank gosh the time for Ateez to perform since you needed to help gyugyubear at onceee

° 𐐪𐑂 “Maybe we could switch numbers? Would it be okay with you?” He shyly suggested, something much more different compared to the confident aura he had earlier

° 𐐪𐑂 you would’ve loved to take time for that but noooo :(( beomgyu was getting his stuff and leaving??? IN FRONT OF YOU???

° 𐐪𐑂 “Umm, yeah!” You swiftly agreed, glancing back at Beomgyu who was about to leave from your sight, “but I have to go! I’m so sorry, maybe next time?”

° 𐐪𐑂 poor dude was feeling very confused when you ran away just like that??? but he got over it by shrugging and going onstage since he had better things to worry about skdfjs

° 𐐪𐑂 Hurriedly you went off to Beomgyu, tugging onto his arm so that he’d pay attention to you

° 𐐪𐑂 It took a few tries thanks to the pettiness he was trying to pass off, but eventually you did it... somehow

° 𐐪𐑂 “Is there anything wrong?”

° 𐐪𐑂 “No. There’s nothing.”

° 𐐪𐑂 “Nothing? Are you sure?”

° 𐐪𐑂 “Positive.”

° 𐐪𐑂 “Beomgyu, just tell me what’s wrong, dude 🧍.”

° 𐐪𐑂 “That’s it, you’re calling me dude and I don’t like it all 🥺.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Wait, was that just it 😭😭?? You wanted to die right then and there after worrying so much for nothing and being so tense during your conversation with Jongho

° 𐐪𐑂 “Wait, Gyu, are you being serious? So nothing was the matter?”

° 𐐪𐑂 Well now he couldn’t lie to you :(( at first he was going to act like he was fine but with the way you were looking at him :(( he simply couldn’t !!

° 𐐪𐑂 “Fineee. I’m jealous, and I don’t like it because he’s so close to you. I can’t help it sometimes since I tend to overthink too much but I know you love me since we’re together but I just-”

° 𐐪𐑂 CHUUU !! CHUU !!

° 𐐪𐑂 Seeing him panic and ramble on and on, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his so he wouldn’t have to be that anxious anymore

° 𐐪𐑂 As much as you loved hearing his voice, you didn’t like it when he got sad about your relationship... so hopefully a little kiss would do the trick?

° 𐐪𐑂 AND YESSS IT WORKED YOU GOT THE BOY EVEN MORE WHIPPED FOR YOU PLSSS 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 After a few seconds you pulled away, much to his disappointment but he was more than happy enough you did that thooo 😏😏

° 𐐪𐑂 “Ahh my bby!! I don’t love him!! I love you!! And so much at that!! I’m glad you trust me with your feelings and told me this, but you always have to remember that my heart belongs to you, okay? It’ll always be and I know you know that too,” you sighed while kissing him yet another time

° 𐐪𐑂 It was such a sweet moment but... how were you getting through this without him teasing you until now??? well surprise, surpriseeee

° 𐐪𐑂 “If this is how you’re going to act every time I get jealous, then I better become jealous even more at this point~~”

° 𐐪𐑂 “Oh be quiet, Gyu, now the mood is ruined 🗿🗿.”

강 태형:

° 𐐪𐑂 “Wait, Y/N... is that you?”

° 𐐪𐑂 From all of the clamorous chaos in the room, you were stunned to hear the familiar but relatively a much deeper voice compared to before in the same place as you

° 𐐪𐑂 It had been a while hearing it and you were tearing up just knowing who it was

° 𐐪𐑂 It couldn’t possibly be him... could it? A few years had passed since the last time you saw him so hearing him in the same workplace as you- well technically the - was almost too hard to believe

° 𐐪𐑂 But no, he was right in front of you, smiling like an angel as always- that same smile that was so contagious it made everyone else in the room light up

° 𐐪𐑂 “Jisung (from NCT)? You’re kidding me right now... But it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Don’t tell me that I completely am missing the fact that you’re actually here? In this moment? Right now?”

° 𐐪𐑂 He only laughed at you, inching so much closer each second that you felt as if you were witnessing a delusion or something of the sort

° 𐐪𐑂 “No, it’s really me, Y/N! I’ve missed you... do you think we could catch up for a while? Just for a few minutes if that’s okay with you,” he offered, reaching his hand out to you

° 𐐪𐑂 You could only say yes after glancing up to see Taehyun’s reaction, but he just smiled- clearly encouraging you to go so that you could meet up with an old friend during your break time

° 𐐪𐑂 You hastily said goodbye, pondering if Taehyun was really going to be fine with it since you thought boyfriends would become suspicious of what other boys’ intentions were

° 𐐪𐑂 But thankfully, Taehyun being the best understanding boyfriend he was, plainly stated that it was more than great for you to go since you could talk to someone you trust

° 𐐪𐑂 but ahhh you weren’t sure- perhaps you really liked it whenever someone showed their love through jealousy (ofc not too over the top since that’s just toxic), and he didn’t seem to have any interest in becoming sad at all

° 𐐪𐑂 ++ Like you’ve noted before, he wasn’t one to get jealous since he trusts you very much ofc 🧍 but maybe.. just maybe...

° 𐐪𐑂 Your sliver of getting some attention and feeling love was shut down when Jisung brought you along to where he wanted to talk to you alone

° 𐐪𐑂 It was the clean white hallways where really nobody was ! The only people there were the two of you so you easily understood why he chose such a random spot like this

° 𐐪𐑂 And yea.. that’s where all of the getting to know what happened after training started and the two of you, curious to hear a few juicy details about whatever, were completely entranced in alllll of the stories you each had to tell

° 𐐪𐑂 MAYBE FOR LIKE 25 MINUTES OR SO????

° 𐐪𐑂 Taehyun sat in the other room scrolling through his phone mindlessly, but all the meanwhile wondering when you were going to come back

° 𐐪𐑂 He knew it was going to take longer than what he was at the very least patient for, but this long???

° 𐐪𐑂 The poor bby just moped around as he looked through moas’ comments, too bothered about you to answer any of them with a happy feeling

° 𐐪𐑂 And with you? You barely noticed the time, and so did Jisung as well

° 𐐪𐑂 You were both talking about random topics as well so when the line below appeared out of nowhere, there was no lie saying you were paralyzed with shock

° 𐐪𐑂 “You know back then... I’ve always wanted something more, but since we became idols it never happened. These days have always been work, work, and more work but I think that if we make it work, then we’ll be able to love each other well! And you do have the same feelings for me too, right? You told me just before I became a trainee so I never really got time to tell you that I felt the same way.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Oh, the way your jaw dropped when listening to him was just... something that should be hung in a museum

° 𐐪𐑂 W-was that a confession or....? 🧍

° 𐐪𐑂 “Y/N? Is everything okay? You seem to be... spacing out there.”

° 𐐪𐑂 But you weren’t 😭 You were dying inside thinking of how sudden it was and what you should say back???

° 𐐪𐑂 bc you already have a bf and he’d give the whole entire world just to make you happy 🗿🗿

° 𐐪𐑂 The familiar clacks of someone made you jolt, and from that scent you absolutely knew who it was right then and there

° 𐐪𐑂 “Taehyun, what are you doing here?” You whispered, getting up too quickly that could’ve showed how thankful you were for him to come and save you at the last second

° 𐐪𐑂 “Okay, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation! But I had to come get you or else your one hour break would run out and the staff would get mad at you for not coming earlier.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Jisung shot a confused glance at you when your boyfriend kept whispering in your ear, so you just held up a hand to let him know

° 𐐪𐑂 “Ah, sorry, but I think I have to go now! But thanks for the contact, we’ll need to exchange phone numbers next time because I really enjoyed talking to you! You’re such an amazing friend; I’m sure that we’ll become even closer in the end.”

° 𐐪𐑂 If that wasn’t enough of a friendzoning response, then idk what is 😔

° 𐐪𐑂 Jisung shot you a soft smile, albeit you could see a bit of sadness in it... you felt bad but you didn’t have the heart to lead him on like that

° 𐐪𐑂 “It’s okay! Go ahead, it’s more than fine with me. And yeah, I guess we’ll talk more next time!”

° 𐐪𐑂 Without any word, you solemnly waved a goodbye before wondering if Taehyun’s words about the one hour break was really true when not that much time passed anyway

° 𐐪𐑂 “Is it already time for me to prepare? Thanks for letting me know, otherwise I would’ve been dead meat by now!”

° 𐐪𐑂 He didn’t respond, and you raised an eyebrow at his reaction after giggling yourself at your stupid joke

° 𐐪𐑂 “Love? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

° 𐐪𐑂 It was certainly awkward right now, and you hated it more than anything but you couldn’t place your finger on what made him to act like this

° 𐐪𐑂 “Taehyun?” You tried yet again, running faster to catch up on his too quick pace that only dripped of hurriedness

° 𐐪𐑂 And just like that the boy stopped after you called him for the third time, ceasing you in your tracks just to look back at you with a grimace on his lips

° 𐐪𐑂 “You’ve gotten me all twisted, love, that it’s quite pathetic. And yes, I am totally jealous even though I know I shouldn’t be.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Oh... so that’s what it was 😏😏

° 𐐪𐑂 He never admitted he was jealous those other times either so this was just-- wowww 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 “My love, it’s you that I’m with,” you huffed, getting close enough to intertwine his fingers with yours, “and it’s you that I’m going to be with forever, whether you like it or not. You have no reason to be jealous since I completely adore you! I want to be with you, can’t you already see how much I’m whipped for you?”

° 𐐪𐑂 He didn’t answer for a few seconds like you expected, so you pretended to be sad and turn away

° 𐐪𐑂 But when you did, he immediately grabbed your arm-- something you weren’t surprised of since he was the softest boy at heart and couldn’t be too mad at you for too long

° 𐐪𐑂 “Love, don’t go! I’m fine, I already know that and I love you too... it’s just that-”

° 𐐪𐑂 “So you were jealous...”

° 𐐪𐑂 “N-no, I wasn’t jealous- you heard nothing!”

° 𐐪𐑂 You caught him off guard by kissing him on the cheek and booping him on the nose until you could see the softness of his cheeks turn crimson red

° 𐐪𐑂 “Awwe, you cutie. Now let me make it up to you by giving you my utmost attention until break is over!”

휴닝가이:

° 𐐪𐑂 Ahh my bby Hyuka, i’m just so in love with him pls 🥺

° 𐐪𐑂 Well... speaking of which, who wouldn’t be in love with a sweet boy like him???

° 𐐪𐑂 Obviously not you, that’s for sureee 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 N E WAY--

° 𐐪𐑂 You just came back from performing one of your most popular songs and the adrenaline rushing through your body was enough to happily keep you on your toes as you

° 𐐪𐑂 You were really happy tonight and you were hoping to share that same joyfulness with the best boyfie ever, Hyuka who supported you in whatever you chose to do !

° 𐐪𐑂 Why though?

° 𐐪𐑂 Because this just had to be one of your best performances yet !!

° 𐐪𐑂 Like the way how you looked gorg on stage with your charismatic presence 🥺??? You knew it yourself that you looked amazing dancing and singing along with everybody... and the fact that they were fully enjoying it too was the true icing on the cake

° 𐐪𐑂 Kai must’ve seen it, huh? You were itching to see his proud smile and reaction of you since it would definitely make the passionate swelling in your chest boost 100%~~

° 𐐪𐑂 But right now, he wasn’t anywhere to be found :((

° 𐐪𐑂 Usually he’d be waiting at your dressing room whenever the two of you went to award shows together

° 𐐪𐑂 Or he could be at his dressing room and you asked the txt boys but... nooo he wasn’t there eitherrr 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 So... you decided to look for him ! He could’ve gotten lost, who knows ++ there could be some good food somewhere...

° 𐐪𐑂 Searching for Kai, surprise caught your features when someone with a very familiar face passed by

° 𐐪𐑂 Unfortunately it wasn’t your boyfriend whom you were looking for :((( but it was Jay from Enhypen and he seemed like a cool dude !

° 𐐪𐑂 I mean... you needed some idol friends anyway so why not talk to him ?

° 𐐪𐑂 Well, it all started with a polite hi and hello from senior to junior...

° 𐐪𐑂 The two of you ended up talking a little while that you ended up forgetting that your original task was to find Kai and ask him his opinion about your performance

° 𐐪𐑂 Somehow Jay made the conversation flow really easily and the two of you wouldn’t be able to stop talking to each other about literally everything

° 𐐪𐑂 It was like he was an old friend of yours and you were finally catching up... he was just that great of a dude yuh

° 𐐪𐑂 Maybe 5 minutes passed by...

° 𐐪𐑂 or 30, who knows...

° 𐐪𐑂 While Jay was talking, you glanced at the clock on the wall before him and almost gasped from how distracted you were

° 𐐪𐑂 LIKE HOW DID 30 MINUTES PASS BY THAT QUICKLY????

° 𐐪𐑂 and you promised you would get ready by then but now you spent all of your time talking to Jay when you could’ve been catching up with Kai 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 Although that itself wasn’t a bad thing at all, actually ~~

° 𐐪𐑂 You were more than happy to make a new friend in Jay ! And maybe the two of you could at this point be very good ones if you talked a lot in the future

° 𐐪𐑂 ++ You were happy talking to him, so if he was okay with it, then you definitely were !

° 𐐪𐑂 True to your words, you ended up talking to him a little bit more until he told you he needed some time to prepare for his stage

° 𐐪𐑂 A few goodbyes here and there passed between the two of you and he handed you his number to talk whenever you were bored to which you easily agreed

° 𐐪𐑂 And as promised, he was about to go as his shoes made some clickity-clacks against the spotless floor until-

° 𐐪𐑂 “Wait, do you hear that?”

° 𐐪𐑂 You just looked at him and knitted your eyebrows, confused as to what he was saying, “hear what?”

° 𐐪𐑂 and then BOOM! You could definitely hear it now???

° 𐐪𐑂 IT WAS KAI RUNNING OVER TO YOU, PANTING DRAMATICALLY AS HE SNEAKILY PLACED HIS HANDS ON YOUR SHOULDERS 😭😭

° 𐐪𐑂 You jumped at his touch a little, shocked to see him so suddenly when he was gone for at least 35 minutes

° 𐐪𐑂 “What is it, Kai? Is there something wrong?

° 𐐪𐑂 “No, NO! Nothing is wrong- I just need you to come look at this real quick!”

° 𐐪𐑂 Hurriedly Kai tugged you on the hand and you laughed loudly, following his lead to take you somewhere

° 𐐪𐑂 Jay laughed as well, waving towards your direction as the other boy dragged you along to another place

° 𐐪𐑂 “Alright, bye then, Jay! I’ll text you!”

° 𐐪𐑂 With the grin he was giving back, you were sure he would respond too

° 𐐪𐑂 However, that wasn’t really an aversion to what was going on rn 😭

° 𐐪𐑂 As soon as you were out of sight from everyone, Kai seemed to be a quiet mess, staring down at you like you were doing something weird

° 𐐪𐑂 The two of you were all alone now, but it was close enough to the staff’s room where they did your makeup

° 𐐪𐑂 Although it was pretty weird he was acting this way, considering he was a chatterbox whenever the two of you were together no matter what

° 𐐪𐑂 “What is it, Hyuka? What did you need to show me?”

° 𐐪𐑂 Because of the silence, you couldn’t help but wonder ! What he was thinking in that head of his- you couldn’t possibly be sure at all with the quietness all around you

° 𐐪𐑂 “I didn’t have to show you anything,” he finally responded with a blank expression, “I just had to get you away from a love rival who was obviously fighting for your love.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Well wow that was some bluntness-

° 𐐪𐑂 But a love rival??? You could completely understand why he was acting like this now- and it was all because he was jealous 🗿

° 𐐪𐑂 “Kaiiii,” you whined, pursing your lips tight together and bringing his hands into yours, “I’ve missed you too and I know we haven’t been talking much thanks to schedules but you have to know that I love you the most out of everyone here!”

° 𐐪𐑂 ._. <-- aka the same face he had while listening to you, so you went on

° 𐐪𐑂 You truly found this situation to be entertaining but you weren’t going to say it out loud ! Hopefully he would really see that you were being sincere though because you really did love him the most in the world :(((

° 𐐪𐑂 “Jay may be a great person and all, but you know that it’ll always be you that I choose. And why is that? It’s because you’re the one who stole my heart, not him, you fool.”

° 𐐪𐑂 Now the smile on his face was enough to convince him you were happy enough with the truth you gave

° 𐐪𐑂 Him believing you was one of the best feelings you’ve ever had and you were going to ask if he wanted some ice cream but he beat you to it, taking you by the hand and keeping you close by his side,

° 𐐪𐑂 “I absolutely do have the best bf/gf in the world... I just have to treat them with some ice cream after jumping into some weird conclusions! Also, what’s Jay’s phone number? I might talk to him instead 😏.”

° 𐐪𐑂 ...what were you expecting...

Posted: 4/26/21- 3:00am

(it’s literally monday today and i have school 😭 i didn’t expect to stay up this late but oh well iggg 🗿🗿)

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