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The Fear's Blood [Pt. 1]
Pairing: Kaine Parker x Marlette Saravia [Canon x OC]
Characters: Kaine Parker, Marlette Saravia, Ben Reilly, Aracely Penalba, Miguel O'hara & [???]
Summary: The fear arrived to its destiny, the options for avoid it were tangled just like rose stems, amd red like the bright blood itself.
Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Drama, Angst, Marlette's final canon event revealed, Violence and Horror
Pain. The word where everyone feels at least few times in the life, that's normal. Even the life can be painful itself.
Pain physically, pain emotionally, many kinds of pains in every livings. But hopefully the comfort could come one day.
If really won't get worse.
Back again, Marlette would be asleep on the bed, she took a deep dream, she was very tired, it was obviously reasonable, her brain was like didn't sleep in a long time. Kaine understood that, he passed painful downs aswell, he was watching her, brushing her hair with his fingers gently. While she was just being in her ocean of dreams, feeling how the peace was spreading in her mind.
Aracely felt the energy of the woman more calm, which made her sigh a bit of relief. She had her hands inside her pockets from her green sweater and walked around the place, trying to find a way where Marlette could at least few days take a break from all the intense events. But, she felt aswell somehow a little worried.
God when this storm ends?
Is already tiring how this was going into more intense feelings, nightmares, and anything else. Benjamin Reilly would aswell trying his best for guard and help her, the job all alone wouldn't for Kaine only.
But unfortunately her multiuniversal watch was destroyed, which could bring a problem for her. For now she didn't glitch often so at least is a little piece of good thing. When Marlette woke up, she yawned and stretched her muscular arms. Kaine softly smiled lightly when he saw her waking up.
"Morning."
That word from Kaine sounded soft, like displaying a hint of love indeed. His girlfriend looked at him with tired eyes but, she was okay, she got her well deserved resting.
"Morning."
She answered, nuzzling Kaine's cheek who sighed and nuzzled back.
"Everything is okay now?"
"I think so yeah... God but, i took a well rest, how much i slept?'
"Uhh, Most likely some few big hours."
"Qué?"
Her eyes widened as she heard the answer, well, made sense because she literally didn't rest like that well and long. Kaine shrugged.
"Most likely, not fully sure."
"Maybe you don't know because you indeed take your beauty naps, that's why you look like that."
Oh, seemed like Marlette's mood softened a lot, it helped her so much which it was a excellent signal. The clone blushed a bit as she heard those flirty words, looking away a bit shyly as he recieved that comment.
"Not like that... Since when my scars makes me look pretty?"
"Your scars, i find them really beautiful, i like rough man, and i say in single because you, so."
"Oh c'mon stop please..."
"Why? Never someone told you things like that?"
Then after the more flirty words, she glitched for few seconds, feeling a bit of pain and hiss.
"Argh shit!"
She reacted the pain of it, Kaine got up as he quickly remembered that her watch was destroyed during the panic event she experimented. He thought about a solution but was just... Complicated, and he won't start now stress himself and her when she literally started to feel a bit better. But suddenly as he thought about his younger clone sibling Ben, who has still the watch, he could help with it but he decided to give a small rest before act.
"It's okay, don't worry, actually you didn't glitch often so that's a good signal."
He half-whispered, looking at her directly at the eyes, his brown eyes staring at the blues of hers. While she nodded slightly, trying to stay calm all possible.
"Thanks... I really needed a piece of moment like this one."
"Don't worry, i know how it feels, have sleepless and dreamless nights are a pain, but you have right know you deserved time. I know you don't have your device thing... But, i might know who can help."
"Your brother...?"
And casuality, Ben just arrived, he took off his mask with a sigh, he glanced at his taller brother with his aswell taller partner.
"I am here now... All good?"
"Most likely yes, i mean i look at her fine."
"Great... I don't stop guarding you guys, i have a strong feeling that Miguel could come after Marlette here..."
"Don't even say that bullshit Ben."
"I am not being my dramatic side Kaine, that man is so scary and... Not liking this anymore."
"Whatever, we can think about that later."
"Later? But Kaine! She will collapse in glitches! Plus Miguel could hunt her here!"
"Oh ho, no. I destroyed his shitty tracking systems so no. And enough."
Kaine snorted, his face displayed some annoyance. Ben would cut the argument, maybe is not right now a good time for it, but the worried thoughts made him silently anxious. He was worried. Marlette looked at the window, she she already stood up, she activated her suit, with mask included.
"Gotta take a breath alone."
"Want me go with you?"
"Kaine. I need a time for my own person, just for a moment okay? I appreciate that. You help me so much."
Her quote made her vanish her mask, going to Kaine for then nuzzle her nose against of his, both eyes now relaxing, pupils round dilated, and feeling the natural pheromones from each othe. He accepted the resquet, but being aware in case she could happen something, he could follow but with a enough distance enough to not track her.
"I guess is understandble, sure but please come back here so , okay? Anything, call me with a scream-"
"Me too, anything, just call us, any danger, we are always here."
The voice from Ben slowly showed some bravery, something Kaine that didn't really expect. Marlette, smirked her lips for form them a warm smile.
"Thank you..."
See her smile made Kaine's heart melt, aswell Ben. Almost never, in the life of this spider-woman, got finally persons where she can deeply trust.
Then, she left swinging off feeling the breeze of that day. Kaine sighed and looked at Ben.
"How..."
"I Couldn't hold this anymore Kaine. I just, discovered myself that i won't be all the time dramatic by the past... And y'know... I guess, not sure but... I found the new duty of protect my family."
"Tsk, Ben, stop saying lies like that you-"
"Might i sound i am lying but... Is the true. I want you be happy Kaine... You are my family, Marlette too. If she makes you happy, i am happy aswell."
Kaine softened his face hearing those words. He couldn't believe that, who the hell changed Ben's disk like that?
"Dude... Fucking weird but... You are an idiot, but..."
He struggled not let his soft side open, but he didn't hold it anymore.
". . . You are a good brother, Ben."
"I know we hated each other and even you tried kill me but... At this point. You are an amazing brother aswell as you changed."
"Don't even fucking try melt my heart like that, blondie."
Kaine softly chuckled and took Ben's head for rub his own knuckles against his hair playfully. Ben laughed.
"Man stop!"
The bonding between brothers aswell became stronger, their hate at each other like from the evening in the 90's was gone, vanished. In the past, sure, Kaine is rude and anything but at least the relation is going so well. And Ben, seemed like the care for his big brother's good, turned his coward and dramatic personality into slowly someone should be, loyalty, and bravery.
However while, Marlette kept swinging with her organic webs, they were better now, her body was recovered from the crisis. She felt the breeze blow her face and body, being carefully for try to be not seen a lot for avoid an angrier John Jonnah Jameson, or some person like thim. But anyways, as she landed, ran and then took a high jump. Until from behind a portal opened and a taller man figure took her from behind, it was him.
Miguel, found her in the universe, Marlette gasped and tried to get separated.
"WHAT THE!?"
"FINALLY FOUND YOU!"
Both big spiders rolling in the middle of the air, one take the other, but the other not allowing herself to be taken.
"MIGUEL! I'LL GIVE YOU-"
"EXPLAIN ME THAT NOW!"
Then they fell now in the customs where the containers are, both falling on one of those. The big woman stood up and looked at the bigger male spider with the blue eight eye lenses.
"I'mma explain this now! First all! My watch literally broke-"
"AH, AMAZING! MORE EXCUSES! IT'S BEEN A WHILE THAT I CALLED YOU AGAIN AGAIN!"
Miguel yelled, he was close to have wish for kill someone just by the rage, Marlette growled, always prepared in case these can end in a fight. He took a sigh for then answer in a serious tone.
"What a great responsible spider you are, Marlette. I called you not one time, NOT TWICE, OR MORE LIKE ALL THE TIME AND NOTHING!"
"MY UNIVERSE IS ASWELL GOOD WITHOUT ME THERE! AND HOW I CAN COME BACK IF MY WATCH IS DESTROYED!"
Oh no, the peace broke even again, the two big futuristic arachnids showing rage.
"You are not done Marlette... And at this point. I am not the one who decide the things happen, is the good for the fucking multiverse!"
"Multiverse!? Don't even now play like the hero in this, because YOU! The fact i am here, i am not ruining any event, not like YOU DID FOR YOUR "CHILD", AND DON'T EVEN TELL EXCUSE THAT WAS A MISTAKE-"
Miguel enough, took her by the neck and pinned her against the container's surface. Marlette placed her claws on his chest, she wouldn't let herself be defeated by a slight taller man.
"Seems like the deal between us is more broken than a glass turning into shatters..."
"That should be better then... After all i can avoid all this... Fucking fool of you, i am not the only one against you."
"And i am not the only one who was looking for you. Because she's doing it too, and she needs you so bad."
Marlette's eyes widened as she heard the femenine pronoun, oh no. That's not good, she quickly kicked the stomach and then tried to escape, but Miguel shot his red lazer webs at her, trapping her succesfully as she was very close nearly to escape.
"Ay señorita... Really, i wish i've could help you, but you rejected it in the most stupidest and shittier way, like spitting at my face. It was such a mistake give my trust to you."
"LET ME GO! MALDITO HIJO DE PUTA!" [Damn son of bitch]
The tone from this woman's voice was into a yelling, baring her teeth as she struggled to get free.
"Insults doesn't do anything. But don't worry, at least you are going to come back safe-"
"Enjoying humillating her?"
A male voice appeared from behind Miguel, since he didn't have spider-sense he turned and there he was. Kaine Parker, being as Scarlet Spider-Man.
"Touch her again, and you'll touch something named death."
"You fucking bastard..."
"What's wrong? Never knew that you can be so cruel to someone innocent like this."
"Qué Maravilla..." [How wonderful]
"Miguel, that's enough. Leave her alone, she needs it. All you are doing is making her days worst."
"Oh do i am annoying you poor big girlfriend? Huh, She can rest in her universe already, or whatever i am not going to kill her."
"You can't understand her as i see."
Kaine's stings slided out from his wrists with a growl from under his dark mask. Miguel growled back, the rivality between them just came back after a while, Marlette struggled more but then suddenly Miguel did a quick movement, taking her and opening a portal. The clone reacted quickly and began to run.
"DON'T EVEN DARE!"
He jumped but Miguel quickly sent Marlette in the portal and closed it, but still he landed on him and both of the big spiders began to fight.
Marlette as she arrived back to her own universe, the bright red lazer webs glitched and turned off, realising her but as she tried to come back, the portal closed. She then fell on knees.
"No... NO! NOOO!"
She yelled, hitting the floor for then claw it, leaving a mark, her mask disappeared, the pupils small mixed in rage... But at the same time.
Fear.
Ben Reilly, had to come back to the society for think about try fix the things. He wanted his brother's life be better, aswell his new friend, the change suddenly he had from a dramatic, to now a brave person, just the thing that kept is the loyalty, like he had with Miguel before but now to his true family. He thought about check on Miguel's lab, but he needed be careful anyway.
He went there, carefully crawling on the walls, the zone was kind of dark, only the orange screens, which suddenly, they were fixed now thanks by the avanced technology, took some time but there it was. Ben widened his big mask eye-lenses as he saw those, bingo! He could find some information, for understand what's going on.
Looking around and making sure someone else wasn't coming, Ben using now his intelligence made a wall of webs from his shooters on the entry, then he went to the screens, at the start he struggled due the avanced it was, he tried search but too hard for his brain.
"Urgh c'mon!"
He tried again, and again but didn't find because oh lord too many codes, archives, etc. Taking a deep sigh he felt stressed.
"Damn it why we never get answers!!?"
He then would accidentally hit the screen, he gasped in fear until he found it! The archives of the canon events for Marlette, he quickly went to search what those needed to be completed.
Until...
Unfortunately.
He found the last one.
The final one.
And not it.
Her final.
Ben's eyes opened a lot, the pupils, all widened, he felt a knot in his throat after discover this.
"N-no... T-this cannot be!"
He needed do something, he needed to help. But if he does it, he could ruin it! God damn it this is so intense, but there's two options in his mind. Risk his life and possibly end in a chaos, or just, be no part of it but then probably see a brother in pain, and still work on Miguel with the "selfish" job in the multiverse.
And he chose the option, without say any word, he quickly left, he knew this might end very bad, but this what he wanted be. A real Hero, risk his life for this.
For the other hand, Kaine and Miguel during most likely their second fight. Their claws combating against each other's, the stings from the wrists being used like small swords blocking the attacks from the fierce enemy, both eyes, red like the blood, the reflection of the rage.
"You need understand she doesn't belong from this! She is not yours and this wouldn't be possible!"
"Impossible!? Are you the ruler of all this shit!? The multeverse and all lives decides each others and the life itself you fucking monster!"
Kaine used his organic webs for make Miguel fall, wrapping around the ankles and pull him but a fast movement the big spider clawed the resistant material, which for pay back he would grab them, pulling Kaine now this time and take the opportunity. Getting up with a jump, took Miguel's wrist, but he felt the claws from him slash against his torso skin, he grunted but Kaine quickly would stab against the side part of the muscled torso.
"Let her finish her damn events!"
"Really!? M-more events for tourture her!? That's enough she lived a ton of a hell in her life and you are just staying there doing nothing!?"
The intense tension between them grew even more, both starting to bleed from their fresh wounds and fighting, their minds just focused on this violence. They couldn't hold it anymore, injured Kaine, not caring and paying the attention from the pain would run for tackle Miguel who fell in backwards but would attack back, both began to roll while sounds of growls and grunts.
The men fell off from the container, both recieving injuries, bruises and more, Kaine was enough not because mainly somehow torturing Marlette and never leaving him and her alone, is because he wanted just have a less chaotic life with his sibling, or well at least that and due the empathy with Marlette, he felt like nobody else should have a painful life like he had.
Meanwhile, Marlette stood up and she looked around, glancing at the moon from the dark night, all white, shiny with the full circle form. The moment is arrived. She determined wanted try avoid this by her own, so she quickly activated her mask and left running, hiding herself in the dark areas from the city.
The clouds became dark grayish, as the breeze became colder, small drops of water from the coming rain would appear, the ambience itself prepared to this. But didn't stop her, she knew what to do.
And she won't let herself by this. Marlette arrived to a church, and wasn't a simple church. It was one of the most importants churchs from the city. This was curious due the heavy technology life style in this world, but unfortunately the religion became forgotten, sure there can people believe of any of them but just not as usual it was.
The place named, Ecclesia Divinae Spei.
Unlike english zones, this one had a latin title. But by the moment it was closed by many years ago, why it was important? Due being a historic part, and being the first latin church who had the firsts avanced technologies, and the discussion between the technology science against the religion and other ideology wars.
She was on the top of it, the rain became stronger and bigger drops aswell the breeze being slightly intense, she desactivated a bit her suit on her chest for reveal her wearing necklace, the blue holografic rose, beinging the nostalgia and the some comfort.
"Padre... SĂ© que no estĂĄs aqui, no sĂ© si en el otro plano pero... AyĂșdame por favor... Dios, pagarĂ© todo lo he fallado y lo que he comitido para tener el perdon y la vida..." [Father... I know you are not here, i don't kbow if in the other world but... Help me please... God, I'll pay anything for what i failed and commited for get the forgive and the life...]
She lowered her head after speak the dialogue in her natal language. Her thumb caressing the shiny silver necklace, the rose glowing brighter.
"Dammi la speranza di avere pace..." [Give me hope for peace...]
After now, speak the italian, by her beloved father she desactivated her mask for kiss the necklace where the rose was and put it on her forehead, like she was asking for protection from him.
Until, her spider-sense arrived as she felt someone who just arrived. A thunder came behind the unknown figure with the five intense red glowing eyes.
"Been a while that you was speaking alone to yourself. How i missed those old days, Marlette."
That voice, long time no hear... And long time no see... Marlette's heart skipped a beat and felt her body freeze, as she saw the silhouette walk slowly.
"What are you doing here..."
She hid the fear into now a fierce mode, standing up and looking at her, her face frowning into angry and displaying bravery, her chest inflated and her hands with her claws ready.
"Best friends used to see each other, or... I am wrong?"
Finally the woman revealed herself... But not a woman as many think...
White cyber armor, stained with blood, with neon reddish pink salmon tone with the intenses glowing eyes, the helmet with them had an appearance basing directly of a mantis.
But this mantis, was the terror herself.
Named, the White Dreader.
"You changed a lot since from the last time... Weird, i thought you was still being the maybe shy but also the curious and happy girl. But i am wrong as i see."
"Just tell me what do you want."
Marlette spat, baring her teeth while her eyes stared at the elegant but dangerous armor aspect, specially the blood on it.
"Take a look on you, it' been years, my friend, or does the time..."
The helmet mask automatically would slowly reveal herself.
"Forgot totally about me?"
The woman with an unusual white hair, eyebrows even eyelashes, with a soft pale skin, could sound pretty until the psychopath glare with her red bloody thirsty eyes shows up.
Ayla Everhart, a person who had a uncommon condition named Albinism, causing her have that appearance. First and best friend of Marlette, met in very young ages as she started the highschool.
Became now, a unknown monster. And the huge mystery was, Ayla was a sweet person, althought more shy than young Marlette was but their friendship was just the enough strong, helping each other since she moved from Venezuela to United States, but this disappeared somehow after the explosion accident where she got the tarantula bite and the origins of the heroine herself.
From a pure friend.
To now, a white beast.
". . . Tsk, i never saw another albino person after you, so take that as no."
Then Ayla chuckled softly with a slow head shake.
"Ahh... Still got your good memory, well done. And did you know that i was searching you for DAYS!?"
The last word made her head twitch and suddenly yell, Marlette stepped back and her eyes softened lightly.
"Where have you been... i missed you SO MUCH!"
Suddenly a reddish pink lazer-made scyther appeared from the forearm stabbing to the surface they were on, representing the natural weapon from the mortal insect the Mantis.
"Calm down, we can fix this together, you said, Like best friends right?"
"A best friend exactly... Never LEAVES THE OTHER ONE ALONE DURING A WHOLE PAIN!"
After the yell another thunder arrived, Marlette growled and positioned herself on fours while crouching down.
"We both lived pains but we can fix this."
"Fix this? Don't make those jokes infront of me darling."
Ayla giggled for then give that, psycho staring.
"We can fix this in our own ways..."
"Ayla, please i won't hurt you seriously."
Marlette displayed worry and caring but seemed like that wouldn't work on Ayla.
"LET'S FIX THIS ALREADY THEN!"
The mask from the albino lady would activate and let out a roar, from the armor a pair of two wings with holografic lights and pair of sabers from her forearms, glowing intensively. While Marlette raised up her shoulder spikes and glowed intense aswell, but she was scared so instead fight, she would just run away and swing. Ayla growled by the helmet and then she chased flying.
"Oh don't run away from me!! You said we could fix this! OR ARE YOU NOT GOING TO HELP ME AND THROW ME AWAY LIKE A TRASH!?"
The yell tones sounded angrier during the chase.
"I Rather run away than hurt you! Or you know what!? Let's do it now then!"
She turned around while swinging for then kick Ayla's stomach, but Ayla with his clawed hands took her leg for then throw her against a building. Marlette almost fell down on the hard concrete but by her abilities she would shoot her webs, making a wall of it for distract the enemy and quickly swing around and go back to the church, kicking the locked door there.
Geez seemed like that door was too old aswell the block there, but anyways, after that she felt suddenly quickly a bit tired, she quickly climbed on the walls and stayed in a dark corner there with her breath a bit shaky. What's wrong? Her stamina was longer and stronger but... Why now get tired quickly?
She felt something uncomfortable in her belly, like a tight pression there, she looked at it, confused.
"W-what's wrong...?"
She asked to herself at that strange feeling, No Marlette, focus on this, she needed to think an strategy for avoid this chaos. What she could do now?
Think... Think...!
She gasped quietly as an idea came from her mind.
Tie and trap her with her webs near in the electric center from the city, so using her electricity abilitie during the storm could alter the armor's system, desactivate and have Ayla vulnerable for help her, smart idea. But she needed take some stamina for do it because could be a bad idea do it while tired and weird.
She heard steps from the inside church hallway, she positioned herself and watched being alert. But it wasn't Ayla, it was someone else. A man of late of 70's arrived walking, he looked up at the stained glasses, for then notice the blue glows from Marlette, a small smirk came from his lips.
"Oh, great daughter Night-Glow, pleasure and long time no see you."
The man greeted, it was the father of the church, but how's possible? The place was closed a long time ago! Well this man was the third father, the church closed over around 40 years ago, so although the religion there was not used anymore, he and a small group of believers could still come, he had the rights since he was grandson of the creator of the place with very few believers coming with special permissions, which are not possible to get them now.
"Hm? Wait, are you the father from this?"
The voice from the spider-woman made her jump and walk to the man, the father smiled more and looked at her eyes.
"That's correct. Saw the door unlocked there so i wanted make sure what happened."
Strange, the man's behavior at this was so calm.
"I... I thought so."
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be saving the innocents? Well i didn't see you some days ago so."
"Look i... I am doing it but... But..."
She heavily sighed and looked down, her shoulder spikes bending down.
"I don't know father but... I am afraid... I'm scared..."
"What are you afraid, Daughter?"
". . ."
She stayed in silence for some seconds.
"I have a feeling my end could come in anytime soon..."
The old man stared at her, his eyes staring at the spider's eight blue eyes.
"Daughter Night-Glow, listen. Fear speaks about the endings, but with your faith and bravery speaks of eternity. Trust not the whispers of fear, do it as a call of hope."
"But..."
"I am sure you don't believe on God, or the religion in general but, the hope is always part of us. And will be always with us. Face towards the fears, values and believing in yourself could avoid the end, God being with you will help you with his blessed divinity."
The words from the father made her think. She took a sigh and raised up her head silently determined.
"Father, i... Thanks."
"You are a person with a pure heart. You have an angel with you, you saved a ton of lives, and that makes you a great person, people like you, wouldn't end just like whatever situation you are."
The father placed his hand on her shoulder whick spikes fully bended down.
"You are a legend. And legends never die."
The eyes from the mask of Marlette stared at the father, listening the wise words.
"In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, amen."
". . . Amen-"
Another loud storm sounded, as the same time Ayla came flying breaking the glasses while roaring.
"I got you now! Is that fun play hide and seek, JUST RUNNING AWAY FROM ME!?"
"DON'T EVEN-"
Suddenly on the upper part of the armor would come out a lazer whip, taking quickly the father.
"EVEN WHAT!? OH YEAH!"
Ayla took the father, while the helmet opening a functional mouth like the mantis, the man screamed in pure fear while Marlette fast as she could he took him and pulled him but Ayla quickly used another whip, now using two grabbing the man, both women pulling the poor innocent who screamed now in pain, Marlette for fix this although risky she would use her electricity, the glow from her suit became brighter as her bioelectricity appeared for attack Ayla but could damage the father but, better injured than dead.
This wouldn't work now because the lazer whips absorbed the energy fast as it could for then now use the same energy against Marlette, harming more the father and making the spider fall from it. Now the white mantis took the person.
"NO PLEASE DO NOT!"
"Tell God a hello FROM MY PART!"
The helmet's strange mouth opened with some saws and then...
[GORE WARNING]
Scream of agony and extreme pain came until it turned into drowing in blood, with sounds of robotic bites, flesh and skull bone cracking, with another few bites, the jaws taking the neck, ripping off the throat organs while the claws and extra small limbs from her torso and hips stabbed the poor innocent person. Another bite, taking out an eyeball and eating. The blood splashed on the floor aswell on the mantis face from the helmet of this horrorific monster. For after eat the body's face, the glow became redder along with the crimson liquid for then let out a laugh that will never leave her memories alone.
Marlette as she saw that she froze totally in fear as she saw the bloody scene infront her shocked eyes, she couldn't now move by the natural paralysis of the terror.
How this...
Happened...
White Dreader.
The white demon herself.
The concept of the fear.
Stained in blood.
Blood like her divine wine.
In a toast to finally the arrival of the end.
I am really sorry if took so much time on this, adult life took my mind for this but don't worry! Part 2 coming soon hopefully! :)
Yes, more horror.
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perennial;tom holland|seven.
chapter seven: yellow roses
âł flower meaning: jealousy, infidelity, apology, broken heart, intense emotion, dying love, extreme betrayal
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chapter summary: dried flowers on walls and âdirtyâ dancing
pairing: tom holland x y/n
warnings: angsty? just a bit, fluffy, mentions of sexÂ
word count: 8.1k
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Tom woke up alone. He thought he wouldnât, for the first time in months he thought heâd finally wake up by her side, kiss her cheek, pull her close to him and nuzzle into her hair as he asked for five more minutes of sleep. He hadnât, and that had bothered him, just a little.Â
No, it had bothered him a lot. To wake up alone when you expect not to, hurts. So damn much. Because he didnât know the reason for it now.Â
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He knew she had changed. He had expected her to, of course. He had, too. In a good way. Well that was what he thought or liked to believe apparently.Â
He wondered why she had never called, not once. He thought about doing it, several times. Had it ever crossed her mind? To call him? Because it had crossed his mind, every day.Â
Of course, his friends had stopped him from doing it, and Harry, Harry had stopped him from doing it.Â
âI want to call her,â Tom had stated once.Â
âDonât, she did this to give you some freedom, so you could heal.â
Freedom that turned into severe loneliness. Tom had never really experienced it, and though he was not alone, he had felt lonely. Sometimes he couldnât quite understand why, itâs not like before they dated they were that close.Â
Or were they? And had Tom never truly acknowledged how important to each other they were? Because of course he knew she was important but he hadnât realized how much she had influenced his life.Â
For better or for worse, that is. Not always the brightest side. But⊠she was there. And for those months, she disappeared. And it wasnât like when she had disappeared after that club night. At that time, Tom had tried to reach out, subtly.Â
Had she felt this way? This heart-clenching way? Tom didnât understand why he had felt so lonely. How theyâd gone out to bars, and the music didnât cheer him up, how he had walked through the crowded streets but not a single person seemed to notice. How his friends would laugh but he couldnât even get the joke.Â
He missed her. Because sheâd always been there, one way or another.Â
And now she wasnât there by his side to kiss him good morning, she wasnât there to run her hands through his hair while she gave him a shy smile, and the sun was pooling her whole bed, and thought it was warm, Tom still felt cold and like a stranger in that bedroom. Bedroom that he hadnât stopped to take a glance at.
He knew y/n was so dramatic and chaotic and always, always, always made everything for the aesthetic and for her big drama show. Her room was her set, he knew, the place where her secrets hid.Â
He wondered what had happened to Timâs box, and it was nowhere to be found. There was no box in sight. The Polaroids werenât the usual y/n Polaroids. She had some with James, and her parents. But most of them were from different places.Â
He could see some Polaroids from New York, even one from Rome but most of them were new. Most of them had flowers.Â
That was her latest theme, it seemed. Flowers. Flowers taped to her wall, flowers in her nightstand, near the small mirror. Flowers.Â
Which seemed so very like her, Tom thought. He saw her dried flowers and they seemed oddly familiar but he couldnât quite figure out where from.Â
He continued scanning her room, it made him happy there was absolutely no trace of Timmy in that room. There was no sight of Tom, either, whatsoever.Â
Well, maybe there was. Because there were pictures of New York, of Rome. Not sight of him but it was subtle. Very subtle. He saw the vinyl he gave her about a year ago on her birthday. Which made him think. Just a year ago, Tim had planned the perfect party for y/n. A year ago, Tom thought he had lost his chance with y/n, for good. A year ago, Tim had been the one that made y/n: âThe one that got away.â Of course, not now, but it seemed that Tim really had been y/nâs endgame. Of course, Tom didnât believe that now. But he was still not fond of the fact that his⊠that y/n was sleeping next to that man, literally, since their rooms were just right by the other.Â
That pissed him off. He wasnât sure why it bothered him so much if he was sure y/n loved him. But thinking about it just⊠bothered him.Â
Tom had felt so lonely. So lonely and he had needed her so badly. And waking up without her one more time hurt. But he knew she probably was out there, making breakfast, or working on something, maybe gushing to Emma what had happened.Â
He couldnât think of why she hadnât been there. That wasnât really her thing, he knew, at least in New York she always waited until he woke up too. But he was probably overthinking. That was something Tom had learned while being apart. He had never really dealt with it, but he guessed that was what broken hearts do, they change you.Â
And heâd never dealt a heartbreak like that one before, not that harsh. Maybe that was why he felt lonely again in her bed.Â
This breakup had felt like it had been for good. He hadnât told her about that, and they probably still had to talk about it, but Tom had really felt he had lost her forever. Because they were hurt, because they were apart, and because their life had taken different paths. Because everything was different. But then he had the night before as the sole proof they had both missed the other.Â
He sat up and rubbed his face. Not wanting to deal with it, trying to get that thought out of his mind. So impossibly stuck there. But he was there now, right? But there was a lot they had to talk about, and maybe sleeping together could have been a setback. Except, he really thought it wasnât, because it wasnât sex. Yes, of course, it was passionate and hot and Tom probably wanted to repeat it. But it was intimate and their connection was still there. He knew it wasnât having sex for the sake of sex. Though both of them had been desperate for it, he knew it wasnât about the sex. It was more than that, so desperate, longing to touch the other as if there was a magnet pulling them together, bodies glued to each other as hearts synchronized in a sole emotion, fast heartbeats combined with short breaths and the sound of their names over and over again. And then so calm, and quiet, and tender, heartbeats getting steadier,Â
Nobody said it would be easy, and Tom was well aware it wouldnât be. Not for now because there were still secrets waiting to come out, and conversations waiting to be heard, and tears ready to be shed. He wished he could skip to the part where they were happy, if that part was ever to be reached. And though it wasnât simple, it was something that he aspired.Â
Though it was crooked, and he didnât want to go there again. Not repeat the same mistakes theyâve done before. And so far it looked that way, from enemies who had to apologize, and who barely talked to desperately trying to hook up. He didnât want to repeat history.Â
They needed a new one, one that didnât end in a heartbreak. Not their heartbreak, at least.Â
He tried to look up for his clothes, his shirt was nowhere in sight. Though he probably knew who was wearing it. He knew y/n had a thing for wearing his clothes. He didnât mind, he possibly couldnât mind.Â
He walked out of the room, shirtless as he sneaked out of y/nâs room, he didnât see her right as he came out, so he walked to the kitchen, she wasnât there, and not on the couch. Her apartment was small, so it rubbed the wrong idea on him. Had she left?Â
And then he saw her walk out of what Tom assumed was Emmaâs room. Or so he hoped it was her room.Â
Emma locked the door right after y/n had walked out.Â
âVery mature, Emma, very mature,â y/n whispered, rolling her eyes.Â
âWhat do you know, y/n? You also did something stupid.â Emma yelled from the other side of the room.Â
âAt least I accept it,â y/n yelled back.Â
Tom chuckled slightly and awkwardly as he saw her, standing there against the door, wearing his t-shirt just like he had expected her to.Â
Y/N finally turned around to see him, she blushed instantly.Â
âOh, hi,â she said softly, a smile spreading on her face.Â
âMorning,â Tom answered walking over.Â
She seemed nervous, embarrassed as she shuffled her feet, watching him. âDid you sleep well?âÂ
He had, for that matter. For the first time in months heâd finally slept peacefully. He had slept, for that matter. Not once had he woken up in the middle of the night to stare at the moon. So dramatic and melancholic but he couldnât help it.Â
He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to him. âHm,â he smiled, glance going up from her eyes to her lips. âThought I wouldnât wake up alone for the first time in months.âÂ
She avoided his gaze. âSorry, Emmaâmade some noise and woke me up andââ
âAnd you did something stupid,â Tom pointed out. âI can only assume I am stupid in that equation.âÂ
âDonât be so harsh on yourself,â she smirked. âYouâre stupid in every equation.âÂ
He laughed, and then leaned over to kiss her cheek.Â
She smiled, as his lips continued to pepper her face with small and soft kisses.Â
âTommy,â she whispered.Â
âHm?â He travelled down to her neck.
âStop,â she giggled.Â
He sighed as he stopped. âHm, itâs only fair if youâre wearing my t-shirt.âÂ
âIâIt was the first thing I found.âÂ
âIn your room?â He pushed, laughing,Â
She blushed looking away. âYes, all my clothes disappeared,â she stated, walking her fingers through his chest.Â
âHow awfully convenient,â he smirked. She looked up at him and locked her eyes with his. As if both of them knew they had to talk and were avoiding it. Tom felt naked. And not for the fact that he was technically half naked and he was shivering each time her fingers brushed against him. He felt completely like his true self, he didnât have to hide anything, but then again⊠they were alone. Even if Emma was on the other side of the door, they were alone.Â
âYouâre doing it again,â y/n mumbled looking away.
Tom laughed with confusion. âWhat am I possibly doing?â
âLast night you gave me those same eyes and look where we ended up,â she pointed out.Â
He coughed, âThen with more reason Iâm not stopping,â he smirked and finally pulled her close enough to kiss her. He felt her smile against the kiss. He pulled her and clumsily made his way back to y/nâs room, crashing against walls and furniture on their way.Â
Tom quickly closed the door and slammed her against the wall as he kissed his way down her neckÂ
âTom no waitââshe said.Â
âHm, need a cold shower again?â He asked.Â
But she was pushing him away. âNo, no, Tommy.âÂ
He sighed, still pressing soft clumsy kisses behind her ear.Â
âTom, no, reallyâWeââshe sighed.Â
âWhat?â He asked, lips brushing against her jawline. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. âI was supposed to be angry at you,â she sounded disappointed at herself.Â
He finally pulled away. âHm why?â
âBecause youâre an idiot,â she whispered. It seemed like she was trying to get back into her senses, yet she still hadnât let him go.
âI am,â Tom admitted. âButâwhat does that have to do with anything?âÂ
She gulped. âTomâwe, we have to talk about it,â she sighed. âWe canâtââ
âI know, we canât keep avoiding it,â he bit his lip. âBut maybe justâ a few more minutes and we can talk about it on set,â he begged as he pushed her hair back.Â
âNo,â she finally managed to get out of his grip. âNo, no⊠no.âÂ
âFine, no then,â Tom watched her sit down on her bed.Â
âYou shouldnât be doing my script,â she stated, avoiding his gaze.Â
He rushed to sit down, taking her hands. âNo, heyâBut hey I want to, I really want to make something incredibly coolââ
âYou donât even direct,â she pointed out and watched him.Â
âIâLook, itâs my first timeâŠ. But Harry does, and I have vision and I am part of the story.â He took her hand.
âTommy,â she whispered.Â
âY/N.â
âAnd I know this kind of thinking brought us to our doom but I canâtâwhat if something bad happens?â She asked him. âyou know Tom and y/n type of bad, our own particular way of screwing things up.âÂ
âIt wonât happen.â
âBut if it does?â She questioned. âAnd you try to get back at me with the script?â
âI promise I wonât.âÂ
âBut you really have to promise it,â she pleaded.Â
âI promise y/n.âÂ
She pulled her hand away from him and stood up, running her hands through her hair, stressed enough.Â
âNo, you donât understand Tom, this is my dream,âshe sounded stressed. âthis is the biggest dream Iâve ever had and I finally got a shot and I⊠I guess I forgot about it last night because I⊠BecauseâŠâshe stared at him again. âIâBecause Iâm an idiotâŠ. and I was blinded by the moment, but I never reallyââshe gulped.âI need you to understand this, you can fuck me up, if you hate me, like I donât know, okay? But donât fuck up my dreams, if this is your plan, if it-â
âNo,â he stopped her. âY/Nââ
âNo, no, listen to me,â she seemed stressed. âI donât care ifâYou, whatever happened in the last few months,â she sounded hurt now. âWhatever happened orâŠâÂ
The last few months? Tom was confused by that statement, whatever did she meanâŠ.Â
âWhatever happens⊠Just donât fuck my script up, please. Itâs my dream, and if youââ
âY/N, I wouldnât do that.âÂ
It hurt that she still believed Tom was only a weapon designed to destroy her.Â
âNo, I know, I know,â she cleared her throat. âIâmâsorry, IâItâs⊠we still have a lot going on.âÂ
Tom was angry then. Was she the one supposed to be angry? Wasnât he the one supposed to doubt her? Because he didnât.Â
Not entirely. Only⊠he understood she did have some reason to be upset about the script. Though he wasnât sure how to tell her that he stupidly thought it would be his way of making their paths cross again. He knew their breakup had been hard enough to deal with and adding being apart and going different ways wouldnât help. So his stupid mind decided to make their ways cross. Though he thought he hadnât had a chance for it, butâHe found it so easily. And if he hadnât called he was scared nobody else would. The project was risky and different and notânot something people would like to dive into. Less if she was a debut writer.Â
But Tom didnât want to tell her that. That had he not offered to be a director, there was barely any possibility of having it. He wouldnât ruin it, no. Less now that he had actually had the chance to read the wonderful script sheâd written.Â
Heâd judged it. Yes, the first pages were harsh to him but thenâThen he realized it, the character growth, the development and the story and how, like y/n had said in her letter, they were supposed to fall in love.Â
Though at times one may think that y/nâValerie was supposed to end up with someone else, she couldnât. It was Valerie and William. Tom and y/n.
âWeâre not ready, Tom,â she whispered again. âAnd I know, how dare me to set back when I was the one to ask you to stay and the one toâŠâ She cleared her throat.âTo walk in the shower with you.âÂ
âYeah, but itâs⊠It doesnât mean we have to either take a step forward or backwards,â Tom said. âI donât think-âÂ
âI know, Iâm not saying not to acknowledge it, I mean,â she took a deep breath. âI mean what happened last night is just like our confirmation that yes, we still have⊠Well I still have feelings for you.âÂ
âAnd I have feelings for you.âÂ
âBut,â she gulped. âI donât think this whole⊠âLetâs make out and forget about itâ thing will work,â she pointed out. âWeâlook, IâAlthough I may be⊠although I am acting this way thereâs a lot of things we need to talk about.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âButâŠâÂ
Tom frowned. âBut?âÂ
âWhatever happens while we are working on anything related to Dos a Dos we wonât give in okay? Not for good or bad,â she stated.Â
âAlright.âÂ
âIâm talking about being strictly professional,â she continued.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âNo fighting,â she sounded cold.Â
âI know.âÂ
âAnd also,â she coughed. âNo flirting.âÂ
Tom chuckled. âHm thatâs gonna be hard.âÂ
She sighed. âSo where are we going to go from this?âÂ
Tom stayed quiet. It was harder than he thought it would be. He hadnât healed, not completely. Maybe he hadnât realized it until then, how he had avoided his pain just to be with her, and now that they were standing on that point, he didnât know where to go. Why was this so incredibly complicated?Â
He looked around the room and stared at the flowers taped to her wall again, too familiar but he still didnât get where from. Maybe the flowers only reminded him of y/n.Â
âWhere do we want to go from this?â Tom asked.Â
âI donât know,â she gulped. âAnd do we want to go together?âÂ
Tom looked at her again. âI⊠well, I⊠I hope? Or⊠donât you want it?âÂ
Y/N nodded. âYeah itâs just.âÂ
He feared whatever her next sentence would be.Â
âIt sounds,â she looked down. âIt sounds like a whim but⊠And it sounds illogical, doesnât it? You and I, how after everything weâre still willing to try it. Weâre too stupid, andâŠâ She chuckled dryly. âAnd you know, Iâm crazy, and youâre⊠Too stubborn,â she gulped. âAnd I donât know if I want it, you know? For us to fall down another time, and let our pride and our immaturity win over us again, you know? I donât think either of us can afford another heartbreak.âÂ
Tom knew she was right.Â
âIt seems like we are sentenced to fail,â she sighed. âBut then again I know that if we donât try it, I wonât be able toâŠâ She squinted and chuckled. âDunno, but I know that if I dared to ask you, neither of us would be able to move on, right?âÂ
âI know I wouldnât.âÂ
âAnd I know I wouldnât be able to sleep at night, and no cold showers would help to cool us down,â she conceited, making Tom chuckle, âand though it might be a mistake, it might be the best mistake I am willing to make.âÂ
Tom smiled, slightly and sadly. âYeah,â he gulped. âAnd if we donât Iâll be glued to the phone waiting for your call or trying to stop myself from calling you, but end up doing it anyway.âÂ
âThatâs our problem, weâre always waiting for each other to make the first step and then we do take it, we both get scared,â she explained. âAnd though it makes no sense, and I really wished we both could either say yes or no, we both know itâs not simple.âÂ
âNo,â He gulped. âBut maybe it does have some logic to it.âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âYou and I, I mean,â he gulped. âI mean, no matter how hard we try, Iâm always drawn back to you, and no matter how hard weâve⊠I mean you always end up haunting my dreams.âÂ
âHaunting.âÂ
âLike a ghost,â he chuckled. âAnd though it makes no sense, I still feel that whole stupid and clichĂ© thing, my heart beats the same way as yours.âÂ
âYouâre so cheesy,â she blushed.Â
He leaned to kiss her cheek. âI know, itâs disgusting.âÂ
She laughed. âYes, youâre only giving me reasons to bully you.âÂ
âBut I actually,â he smirked. âThose arenât my words. I must admit I plagiarized them.âÂ
Y/N blinked watching him. âWhat?âÂ
âWell, not really, but I did,â he chuckled. âBut I do remember a certain Valerie saying it, âmy heart beats to the same rhythm as Will and maybe thatâs why I canât stay away from himââÂ
Y/N instantly blushed. âYeah, uh,â she coughed. âYeah...Did she say that? Did-â She cleared her throat.Â
âOh, yes she did, she very much did and Iâm not cutting that off the script,â he teased. âItâs-âÂ
âNo,â she shook her head. âI--noâÂ
âWhy are you embarrassed?âÂ
She chuckled. âBecause itâs too cheesy.âÂ
âPlease, y/n, weâve all known youâre cheesy, I mean the whole boxes things, the songs, the magical moments, I mean the polaroids, please y/n all you is cheesy but with class and aesthetic, just look around your room, that vinyl over thereâŠÂ the flowers hanging on your wall which-â Tom stopped. He realized it. Where he knew the dried flowers from. He knew exactly why they were so familiar. Timâs instagram. He remembered the picture and the quote: âMorning Bloomâ. He gulped.
âYeah, I know, Iâm cheesy,â Y/N chuckled.Â
But Tom barely heard her, he felt it. And⊠It could mean nothing. It could be nothing, of course. Tim loved photography and aesthetics and⊠It didnât have to mean anything. It couldnât, could it? But why had he been in her room? Was there a reason? He hated this. He felt a stab through his heart. It had to mean nothing. Right? He guessed he had to see how y/n reacted about it. It could be an old picture. But⊠it seemed to be the same flowers, but maybe y/n liked those and always changed them.Â
He had to ask about it, he knew but not right now. He didnât want to have that answer just yet. But he needed the answer, and he wouldnât be able to continue but of course, ruining that moment and pull a âTomâ and walk out angrily and not explain anything to her would be stupid. He wasnât going to make the same mistakes. But god, he wanted to. Fucking Tim. Of course now he thought the picture was probably a way to shove it on Tomâs face. ButâŠÂ
âTom?â She asked again, getting him out of his trance.Â
He blinked. âHuh? Yeah.. Yeah.â He gulped. âWhat?âÂ
âI⊠asked if you were hungry?âÂ
âAh, yeah, right. Yeah.âÂ
But he wasnât, not after that sudden realization.Â
Emma, two rooms away from there, felt stupid. The night before had been so blurry. And she hadnât really realized how much seeing Harry hurt her. Y/N had tried to understand the situation. How did you get to sleep with Josh?Â
Emma didnât know, for that matter. How and what had led to that? Completely clueless. Of course Josh was attractive and he hadnât hesitated on throwing his shot, especially because heâd probably been oblivious to the obvious tension Emma felt around Harry. Maybe Josh had chosen to ignore it. He had pointed out the tension between Tom and y/n, though.Â
âThis is weird, but do you guys know each other?â Josh had asked. âOr did y/n/n and Tom know each other?âÂ
âWhat gave it away?â Harry had laughed.Â
âOh, you know, the fact they went from undressing each other with a glance and then trying not to cry every time they had any eye contact.âÂ
But what about Harry and Emma?Â
One of Emmaâs strengths was hiding her real feelings. She was so good at avoiding it. Probably because she wanted everyone to believe she was a tough bitch who had her life in control. Even if she was tearing apart.Â
Like she was the night before. That nerve wrecking heartache she was feeling all night each time she managed to look at Harry. She tried not to. Not a single word directed to him.Â
Emma was hurt.Â
Sometimes it bothered her that nobody could see how much she was drowning, as if she was seen just as a casualty from Tom and y/n. Everybody liked to forget she was hurting too. Not y/n, though. Y/N tried to get her to talk, and to talk about her feelings, and to mourn about it. She didnât.
She couldnât.Â
Only person she had been able to open up completely to was Harry, and we know how that ended. Emma was struggling because she really wished she could be like y/n, so forgiving or so stupid. Stupid enough to sleep with Tom and forget her sorrow, that is.Â
But Harry and her worked differently. Harry and her were talkers. Tom and y/n, according to y/n, barely liked to talk. Or thatâs what y/n had said, in their short relationship, apparently, they were more...physical. And it seemed they still were.Â
Emma was nobody to tell y/n what she couldnât or could do. And Emma had known that y/n would end up sleeping with Tom the moment she saw them hold hands during the movies.Â
Emma knew Tom was more about actions, for godâs sake no matter how stupid he was, he at least had already tried to talk to y/n, he had searched for her and he had, stupidly, of course, invited himself to the movies with them. Tom wasnât playing. Maybe thatâs why y/n was so dumbly smitten with him. If he wanted, he fought for it. The man didnât think twice before doing something and sometimes it got him in trouble, but sometimes it didnât, and well, it led him somewhere. At least heâd gotten laid.Â
Emma was very much like Tom. And she knew y/n was very much like Harry, in a way. Emma, too, liked to get what she wanted. But the truth is, she didnât know what she wanted. Of course, last night sheâd finally gotten laid. Though she had been all the time claiming she would, she had never slept with anyone before. Sheâd always end up thinking about Harry.Â
She didnât know where she got it from, the guts to sleep with somebody else. Maybe it was her way of telling Harry that heâd have to fight for it, that hiding in the shadows and being shy wouldnât get him anywhere. He needed to fight back for her.Â
Thatâs what led her to sleep with Josh, she guessed. She had tried to see how far she could get flirting with Josh, trying to make Harry jealous until he exploded or did something. Emma wanted Harry to fight for her.Â
He hadnât.Â
He had let Josh flirt with her and Emma flirt with him. Why was this so damn hard? Did he not want to fight for her?Â
That was the single poisonous thought that had driven Emma to sleep with Josh. She hadnât told that to y/n, of course.Â
âI just needed to, y/n.âÂ
That was half-true. She did need to. But of course, she didnât want to explain that to y/n. Not really. Especially because Emma knew that y/n was to Harry what Emma was to Tim. So if y/n had reserved herself a little from telling her about Tim, then Emma would reserve herself from telling her about Harry.Â
Besides y/nâs choice to sleep with Tom was a thousand times more stupid than Emmaâs choice. Emma had absolutely no feelings for this other guy and she was sure Josh didnât feel anything either. It had just been one drunken one night stand. Nothing important. It didnât matter.Â
But she guessed y/n had some points to herself to brag about. Y/N didnât regret her night.Â
Emma had gone to take a quick shower, y/n had advised her to so Tom wouldnât suspect a thing, and Emma would have to complain about them being loud, or whatever.Â
Emma, all dressed up and cleaned and trying to put on some makeup to hide the fact she hadnât slept at all, walked out with a towel wrapped on her head. She heard y/nâs laugh coming from the kitchen.Â
She walked closer⊠and Emma saw it. The way they looked at each other, so, so, so in love and she finally understood y/n. Yes, she still thought she was an idiot but she understood it, and Emma was thankful Tim hadnât been around to see it.Â
The way they were staring at each other as if they were having their very last breath and didnât mind at all, like telling the other: youâre worth it, youâre worth my last sunshine. It was so ridiculously romantic, Emma wouldnât normally be a fan of that, but she felt butterflies just from watching them. Like when youâre watching a movie and see the lead romance and long for it.Â
The way their laugh emerged into one and how they were trying to touch each other, not with lust but with curiosity. Not like one of those clingy couples you see on the street that are always glued to each other, no, Emma was even jealous of what they were having, hands so desperately trying to connect with each other. Magnetized skins. Not a single kiss, but it felt wrong watching them, they werenât even touching in any compromising way. But they felt so intimate.Â
Emma realized it then, why y/n was so confused. Because Emma remembered how Tim looked at y/n, too. What did that girl have that had those two idiotic men so mermerized with her?Â
She didnât blame y/n, no, she couldnât. And Emma wished sheâd seen the way Y/N looked at Tom before the engagement party incident. Then she wouldnât have doubted her. Because the way y/n was beaming and shining and glowing near Tom was incredible. She wouldnât have doubted y/n.Â
Sheâd doubted Harry, of course. That was the problem. Because why wouldnât she doubt him? Even more now that she saw the way Tom was blown away by y/n. And how Tim was, too.
But when she saw Tom and y/n, she was reminded of her own love story, maybe the butterflies were caused because she recalled Harry, and staring into his eyes and smiling for no damn reason. Loving him for the sake of loving him. Giggling and having intimacy without even having to touch the other.Â
It mirrored Emma and Harry, just as they had become engaged. Making breakfast together, music playing in the background, Harry placing a sweet kiss to her cheek, her feeling like she was in heaven.Â
And she saw it now, the way y/n probably was in Cloud 9 as Tom said something to make her smile.Â
It wasnât the first time sheâd seen her smile that way. Because sheâd also seen y/n with Timmy, their chemistry was undeniable. It made no sense how she was seeing her now with Tom when just a few days before sheâd seen her laughing with Tim, a loud laugh and a wide smile on her face, after he had said the most stupid comment, yet y/n was almost on the floor, both of them making the same stupid jokes to bother Emma. Timmy and y/n were basically the same person, it was even pathetic how stupidly alike they were. Everybody had said it, for a reason, Emma knew how perfect they were for each other.Â
Emma had seen how Timmy was trying to flirt with y/n, he wasnât subtle, and y/n did answer to his flirting from time to time.Â
But Emma guessed thatâs not really how love works, or was it?Â
Emma could quite put her kind around y/n, but she understood why she didnât let go off Tim either.Â
But Emma also knew that to get that smile from y/n, Timmy had had to fight. While Tom only had to show up, so simply.Â
Emma understood it, she wouldnât let go off someone who made her feel...alive. Though that seemed stupid and clichĂ©. But sheâd seen a change just in two days y/n had⊠changed and felt. Y/N had cried, and yelled and now laughed.Â
Maybe Emma wanted that, too. She knew she could feel with Harry. But⊠Harry probably had given up on her. Maybe Emma had to be like Tom, and make sure Harry felt something, too.Â
âMorning, idiots,â Emma said before taking off the towel. âThanks for not letting people sleep last night.âÂ
Tom jumped and quickly turned to see Emma. âOh-- Hi, uh, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Y/N only side-eyed her.Â
Emma laughed. âSo, you guys are a thing now?â She asked, and judging by both their reactions, she shouldnât have. Both of them had only widened their eyes and panicked. âYou know what, donât answer that, but next time get⊠a hotel room or whatever.âÂ
Tom and y/n blushed, y/n even coughed.Â
âI didnât hear you come in,â Tom pointed out. âSorry.âÂ
Emma rolled her eyes. âYou guys were busy.âÂ
Tom blushed harder. âIâm⊠really sorry.âÂ
âNo, donât be, as long as I get some breakfast which--â Emma frowned. âPancakes, huh, y/n?âÂ
Y/N looked up. âYeah, what about it?âÂ
âYou guys are totally clichĂ©,â Emma rolled her eyes.Â
Tom laughed. âIt was my idea, sorry,â he shrugged.Â
âAnd you didnât complain, y/n?â Emma frowned.Â
Y/N chuckled. âWhy would I?âÂ
âWhy would she? Itâs her favorite food,â Tom chuckled.Â
Emma smiled, slightly. Y/N was a mystery to her.Â
âSo, did you guys get any inspiration for the movie?â Emma asked.Â
Y/N and Tom both watched her with surprise.Â
âFrom Dirty Dancing, idiots,â Emma rolled her eyes. âYou both really-âÂ
Tom chuckled. âYeah,â he coughed. âI did, I did⊠Um, I need some 80âs songs, we, Iâve been thinking about it, the whole setlist for the dance and-âÂ
âThatâs what youâve been thinking about?â y/n frowned, laughing just slightly. âThat?âÂ
Tom chuckled, and nudged her lightly.Â
âOh, please, but you guys shouldnât have any trouble with that,â Emma commented. âY/N here probably knows more about the 80âs than Madonna or George Michael themselves.âÂ
y/n chuckled nodding. âThat might be true.âÂ
âMight be?â Tom rolled his eyes. âYou know everything about the 80âs.âÂ
Emma grinned. âBesides, I know you, uh, okay, I might give you some ideasâŠâ Emma bit her lip. âGod, I know no 80âs songs, I know 70âs, thatâs my thing, so if you guys ever need some 70âs advice, thatâs my thing, but.. 80âsâŠâ She gulped. âUh, dunno, that catchy song um.. âI think Weâre alone nowâ...âÂ
Both Tom and y/n once again were awkward. Could Emma say something without making them feel awkward? It was so weird and stupid.Â
âOr notâŠâ Emma finished. âBut okay, so⊠thoughts on the script Tom, any big changes?âÂ
âI thought of changing the name, not going to lie,â he said.Â
Y/N frowned. âTom! What even to?â She nudged him.
âDunno, the story of how y/n y/l/n broke Tom Hollandâs heart and still has him wrapped around her finger,â Tom joked.Â
âThatâs a very stupid name, it wouldnât be marketable,â Emma pointed out. âBut we could change it to the script that changed all the Hollandâs lives.âÂ
âItâs not catchy,â Y/N commented, she coughed. âI chose the name because its back to back in French, and itâs a dance step and itâs a-âÂ
âMetaphor, like everything you do,â Tom finished.Â
Y/N rolled her eyes. âNot everything but⊠Yes, a metaphor and itâs a play on vis-a-vis which means face to face.âÂ
âAlright,â Tom grinned.Â
âAnd dos in Spanish is⊠two.. so itâs just a play on words two.. To twoâŠâ Y/N coughed.Â
âAlright, so I need to know more about the metaphors,â Tom grinned. âMy brain is to dumb to get it.âÂ
âSo... y/n, look I donât want to ruin this adorableness or awkwardness you guys have but youâre meeting cast today and I donât want you to be late, so, I need you both to get going, and stop being adorable, it makes me sick, and please Thomas, go get some clothes, donât show up shirtless with the cast.âÂ
Eventually Tom had left, and Emma had seen them both hesitate when it came to y/n saying goodbye to him. He did kiss her before he left.Â
Which left Emma and y/n alone to deal with the conversation, except y/n hadnât stayed there, she had rushed to get ready. Leaving Emma alone with her thoughts again.Â
But she didnât even have the time for it before her phone rang.Â
âTimothĂ©e,â she answered. âWhy are you bothering me so early in the morning?âÂ
He chuckled from the other side of the line. âYouâre so nice to have as a best friend.âÂ
âIâm a delight, I know,â she sighed. âSo.âÂ
âSo you slept with Josh?â Tim asked.Â
âOh, so youâre calling for that,â Emma coughed. âThought you were going to ask about y/n first, thatâs what you usually do.âÂ
Tim gulped. âI donât.âÂ
âYou know you do,â Emma sighed. âBut yes, I slept with Josh, big deal.â
âYouâre avoiding your feelings again,â he pointed out. âSo do you want to talk about that, maybe?âÂ
âNo, I donât,â Emma coughed. âLook, I freaked out and... Josh was flirting and then Harry did nothing to impede it and-âÂ
âThere it is,â Timmy sighed. âSo you slept with someone to feel like you were liked huh?âÂ
It seemed that a lot of people did that. Sleeping with someone because they felt like shit.Â
âYou really canât judge me, huh, youâre one to sleep with your exes when you know theyâre-â She didnât finish her sentence. It was too cruel to say it, and Tim was her best friend and he didnât deserve that.Â
âTheyâre in love with someone else, yeah,â Tim coughed. âI know.â
âWell, what did you realize? Or did you only call to judge my actions?âÂ
âNo,â Timmy said. âIâm sorry, I want to help you out but seriously Emma you canât keep avoiding it.âÂ
âAnd you canât avoid it, either, Tim, you are avoiding whatâs actually happening and you havenât tried to address it.âÂ
âWhat do you want me to address?â Tim asked.Â
âOh, piss off and ask away, I know you want to.âÂ
Timmy stayed quiet for a bit, but then took the guts to ask her. âHas y/n talked to Tom?âÂ
Could Emma tell him? Did she have to tell him? It was none of her business but at the same time she knew it was. It kind of was. Emma guessed y/n was too worried on what to do with Tom that sheâd forgotten that sheâd kind of given hope to Tim.Â
Did she have to tell Tim? Because she didnât want him to be hurt, but he would be, anyways.Â
âTheyâve talked, and I mean, he went out with us last night so...â Emma started, deciding on the way what she had to tell him. âYou know how it is.âÂ
Tim gulped. âI love her.âÂ
âThatâs your big realization?â Emma asked. âThatâs not news.âÂ
âNo,â Tim sighed. âI just⊠We talked that night.âÂ
âOh, you did?â Emma frowned.Â
âYes,â Tim coughed. âAnd--âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âWell, she did say she would always be in love with me,â Tim said. âAnd...Well, itâs weird, okay? She said I had been the only man sheâd ever fallen in love with.âÂ
That wasnât true. Emma frowned. âBut-âÂ
âBesides Tom,â Tim finished. âAnd that she⊠She didnât believe that her and Tom could work out, that deep in her heart she didnât believe they could work out, and that she was scared and-âÂ
âTim, look, IâŠ.â Emma didnât know how to tell him. Because she had seen y/n and y/n was so in love with Tom. It was so obvious.Â
âI look, I know, I know sheâs too blinded by Tom right now, but look, she was in love with him before she dated me, and I still⊠Like, I just need her to see that heâs not the right choice, you know? That sure, whatever, she always wanted to kiss him, but thatâs not⊠Not what love is, you know? Itâs about a deeper connection, and we⊠We had that, even that night, we were both so entranced with the moment, and it wasnâtâŠI just need a chance to prove her, you know?âÂ
Emma didnât know what to tell him. Because she guessed thatâs what y/n liked. Someone to have some initiative, after all, thatâs why Y/N had dated Timmy in the end because he had fought for her.Â
Which drove Emma insane, because why didnât Harry have it? Why was Harry the one to wait around and do nothing? It made no sense. Because Emma needed him to, and y/n needed both of them to back away to have some time to herself. It was ironic, even.Â
Harry. Harry. Harry. He had left early in the night after heâd given up with Emma ignoring him. Yes, she had been harsh on him by ignoring him, probably. But did she have any other choice? She had been heartbroken, he had basically told her: I wonât be able to be happy because youâre not her.Â
It drove Emma insane. So, so insane. And sad.Â
âYeah, fight for her,â Emma sighed. âAnyway⊠I need to go, Iâll see you tomorrowâŠ?âÂ
âTonight, Iâm coming home tonight.âÂ
Was Emma too proud? But she wouldnât beg Harry, she wasnât one to beg, no, no. And she wasnât the one supposed to beg, was she? Emma was fierce and strong.Â
And she had avoided Josh at all cost when they arrived at the studio. He had said hello but Emma had decided to follow y/n around instead. The cast would be there later, and Emma was thrilled. So was y/n. She thought sheâd see y/n all over Tom, kissing again, but their attitude had changed back to the same cold attitude from the day before. Well, to everyone else, but Emma had noticed their glancing. Tom staring at her.Â
Emma didnât look at Harry, but she did feel his staring. Harry was so stupid. Why didnât he try to⊠say anything? He had said hello, and asked how she was doing but that was it.Â
âBut okay, we have to--â Tom gulped. Y/N and him were talking about the script, as if no trace of their night before. âI mean, each song needs to⊠We need a choreographer but for sure we have to decide the songs, I mean you have some here but I think we can⊠Build more from it you know?âÂ
âYeah, I mean dancing is,â Harry coughed. âBut we saw it last night in Dirty Dancing, though, how like⊠They build up from it.âÂ
âOf course, but I think, look, the songs we choose really have to be... â She gulped. âLike okay, thereâs Valerie whoâs friends with Robbie and they have this⊠Like the music she listens to while with each of them is different. But thereâs like two Valerieâs.âÂ
âThe one who she is with William and the one with Teddy or Harryâ Tom nodded.Â
Y/N bit her lip. âYeah, in a way, look, uh, the music,â y/n said. âItâs got to have different tones, like different 80âs songs, Valerie, as we know, likes to listen to Rock nâ Roll, andâŠRobbie does, too. And well, both William and Robbie are somehow into music, you know?â William with his dancing and Robbie with his band.âÂ
âBut Robbie is rock nâ roll and William is⊠well,â Harry commented. âOf course, but music with William is-â
âChaotic,â y/n added. âNo, but the songs that we want to associate with William is the one they dance to, together.âÂ
âYeah, and y/n by her own has to have her own songs, you know?â Y/N commented. âAnd⊠then we have Teddy who is the outsider, the poet, who showed Valerie other forms of expressing herself⊠you know? Look the script starts with Valerieâs heartbreak, and then Teddy comes in, and she decides to dance again, you know, cheerful music, she starts so somber and then-âÂ
âOkay but we could-- I mean, just an idea,â Harry coughed. âYou wrote her Donât Go Breaking My Heart,â he commented. âI mean itâs Auliâi and Jordan⊠They both sing, so maybeâŠâÂ
âI think I know where youâre going,â she smirked. âThat would be cool.âÂ
âSo instead of dancing, they sing?â Tom said. âYeah, better, only singing âÂ
âBut they have to dance,â y/n commented.Â
Tom frowned. âYeah but-- Itâs better if the only one she dances with is William.âÂ
âBut she dances with Teddy, too,â Emma frowned as she finally chipped in. She knew where y/n had wanted to go with the script and these two men were too stupid to understand it. âItâs Valerie who wanted to be a dancer and always danced by herself but stopped trying to pursue the dream after her heart is broken, and then Teddy, though heâs not a dancer, they dance together clumsily becauseâŠâÂ
âWhat?â Tom frowned.Â
âPlease, itâs like in Dirty Dancing, right?â Emma said.Â
Tom blinked. âDirty Dancing? But I donât-âÂ
âDidnât you get it from last night?â Emma wondered. âWhat the dancing is meant to represent?âÂ
Y/N coughed, awkwardly.Â
Emma thought it was too simple to understand, knowing y/nâs story, it was so simply to deduce it.Â
Yet, Harry and Tom were both watching the girls with confusion. Emma chuckled. âOkay, so Dirty Dancing is a coming of age film⊠Baby is embracing her sexuality,â Emma explained. âEven in the beginning sheâsâŠUnexperienced, alright? The only dancing she initially knows is the dumb merengue lessons, and when she first dances itâs⊠Dumb and she doesnât know how to, and then sheâs exposed to the dirty dancing, which is exposing her to the sexuality, alright?âÂ
Tom closed his eyes and chuckled. âWhat but this is-â
âThroughout the film,â Emma continued. âWe see Baby exploring her physicality through dancing, and itâs not about sex, itâs about her discovering her womanhood, and her being fine with it, and itâs such a nice point of view to see the film, itâs through the womanâs gaze, you know? Because we see Johnny as the sex appeal, not her, you as the viewer are growing with her⊠sheâs getting confidence over her body, and--She explores it while partnering with Johnny Castle, and how heâs experienced and she learns it from another woman, too, you know, like sheâs being transferred her knowledge, and in their first dance, Babyâs developing sexual and romantic feelings towards Johnny- and it represents--âÂ
Tom chuckled awkwardly again. âBut okay, thatâs Dirty Dancing, this is not--â Tom chuckled. âI mean Iâm sure the dancing means-âÂ
Y/N and Emma were not moving. Emma thought they had understood it.Â
âI mean,â y/n was shaking now. âOkay, well, you obviously know how the first dance scene with William and Valerie⊠first they donât, though they want to... they just donât dance together and keep screwing up.âÂ
âYeah?â Harry was so confused.Â
âAnd Valerie doesnât feel comfortable dancing,â Emma continued, knowing y/n was too embarrassed to explain it to the boys. âAndâŠthen she dances with Teddy, and sheâs cool, but--âÂ
âI donât get it-â Harry said.Â
But Emma was sure Tom had understood it by then. But it seemed that it had bothered him.Â
âBut--â Tom chipped in. âSo the only two people Valerie ever danced with are William and Teddy? And...Teddy was the first person she danced with?âÂ
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Every time wenzhou should have (or could have) kissed in the entirety of Word of Honor (2021)
a few disclaimers- 1; MEGA spoilers for the whole entire show. yes, all the way up to episode 36. 2; we have gotten so so many sweet moments in this drama and there is no doubt in my mind that the production crew did their absolute damnedest to give us a genuine love story with all the constraints that were set on them. they did a fucking incredible job and the lengths they went to to embody wenzhouâs love and bond on screen is commendable to say the least. and i owe them my life. However i just think said sweet scenes just scream ok now kiss at very specific moments, and i need to get it out of my system. Long ass fucking post under cut!
are you strapped in. ok letâs go
The rooftop scene (Episode 9)
earlier in this ep we get the legendary âthe world isnât important, whatâs important is finding your soulmateâ monologue, perfect setup leading up to their rooftop drinking date. the âwhy wonât you ask me why iâm happy?â// âi know youâll tell me, in your own timeâ exchange??? a killer. a kiss would fit in perfectly, ideally right after zzs shushes wkx (and wkx shuts his mouth. for once). quite literally this moment is Made for a first kiss.
âYou look like a worried motherâ // drinking by the road (Episode 12)
man, this episode. I canât decide which moment is more suitable (and both happen in busy streets so that rains a little on our emotional parade), but at this point weâve got acknowledgement on both sides that theyâre willing to accept each other as the people they truly are, and theyâve rescued their surrogate son from impending doom twice. but i am leaning towards the latter scene, esp bc of the way zzs leans into wkx while theyâre talking. he hasnât done that much up until now. kiss kiss.
Talking about disguises & mustaches (and getting on oneâs knees?Âż) (Episode 13)
this scene is so fucking sugary and light, theyâre just teasing back and forth (zzs! teasing wkx! thatâs new!). we also get the severely cute âwait, did you just admit that my face is outstanding?â line. just kiss already.
Rain divorce (Episode 14)
angst? did someone say, pain? if this were a regular boring romance flick, this is were the tragedy-ridden kiss would go. wkx is watching the future he planned for both of them crumble right in front of him, trying to come to terms with the fact that zzs is dying (and that he did it to himself, on purpose.), and zzs is just kind of going thru it. the rain really would add to the drama of it all, like Right after the âfortunately, fortunately...â line. punctuate it with a kiss. would also add to the irony of wkx saying he hasnât fallen yet, and yet here he is, a mess, bc of this information he wasnât ready to receive (thanks ye baiyi).
3rd child rescue and cave chats (Episode 16)
weâve had the angst, we have the begrudging /iâm mad at you and i love you but i dont like you right now/ moments, and in comes more rain and wkx monologuing. zzs saying that wkx isnât evil and that he has a kind heart is exactly what he needed to hear. and i just think he shouldâve finished it with a kiss <3
Drunk mess wkx (Episode 17)
why is this man allowed to drink. this is all so much take your fucking pick. after the âmy lips are the perfect size, right A-xu?â comment, the âdoes it hurt?â coupled with wkxâs hand reaching out to zzsâ chest. the âiâm just scared. could you not die on me?â?? zzs tucking in a very drunk and sad man and saying âone day youâll open up your heart to me, until i achieve it even god canât tear me away from youâ just............. pick a line any line.Â
Tumbling out of the cave under Longyuan Cabinet (Episode 18)
specifically in that birds-eye shot where it slowly pans over to their disheveled faces after the romcom-esque tumbling out of the tunnel (that was framed oh so romantically in the episode trailer. complete with romantic music). like are you Kidding me.Â
((iâm skipping ep 19-21. i think some people would say at any point during the cave scenes/the shidi/shixiong reveal would also be fair game, but in my opinion itâs far too much of an emotionally volatile situation so i canât see any kiss potential. the hand holding and comforting was much appreciated tho))
Wkx sneaking up on his deep-in-thoughts husband (Episode 22)
secluded lake? check. all alone? check. gentle smiles in a tense moment? we got a bingo. at this point zzs knows who wkx actually is And respects his decision to go by his own chosen name as a separate entity from the healer sect he came from (for his own personal, maybe misguided reasons). and i just think that *screams*
Waking up from the stress induced sleep (thru the power of hand holding?) (Episode 23)
this whole thing was so much, and the way the scene is framed to look like it was zzsâ touch that literally woke up wkx, And the way he looks at him after he wakes up. yea. kiss methinks.
Literally the entirety of the night time venting/healing/spilling ur guts out scene (Episode 24)
Ok iâm about to contradict myself here, i said im not going over ep 19-21 because Volatile Emotions, and this scene is also very viscerally emotional and intense but oh my God the intimacy! the openness! i had to look away multiple times during this scene bc it really seems like a private moment we shouldnât be privy to. i cannot in good conscience say that, had wkx not kind of stormed out at the very end, a kiss would be guaranteed. whether to soothe zzs after so much crying or whatever other reason.
Painting restoration (also episode 24)
wkxâs second love language is acts of service and this episode is all the evidence i need to make that statement. we do get a very cute heartfelt family hug in here and wow cute but im sorry i cannot let go of the fact that there should have been a kiss here. i really hate inserting photos in textposts but i have to bc i need everyone to understand how much zzs looks like he wants to devour wkx whole after he realizes what heâs doing
look at it. heâs down bad.
More drinking! yay! (Episode 25)
just soulmates drinking and talking in the hush of night after their kid has been put to bed. always a great way to start an episode. theyâve settled into 4 seasons manor at this point and it doesnât look like theyâre going anywhere, they just look so comfortable in these shots. if u dropped a quick peck on the cheek in there i wouldnât blink twice.
Narrow escape from dying with (and for) each other, courtesy of ye baiyi (Episode 27)
at this point most secrets are out of the bag, they see each other fully and were about to be killed 4 seconds ago. weâve got the perfect setup, zzs already grabbed wkx by the face, the only thing between them and a kiss was the looming threat of sepsis.
speaking of episode 27, The spice grinding scene (have i mentioned i fucking love episode 27)
just two soulmates grinding spices at night. this scene is so lighthearted and cute, after a whole episode of emotional turmoil and cementing how emotionally vulnerable they're willing to be/how dedicated they are to respecting each othersâ boundaries while still supporting each other, a kiss would fit in for sure.
Literally any point in the new years celebration (Episode 28)
waaAAAAA family decorating, bickering, and dinners. if i was writing it in i would put it right after chengling runs off to watch the fireworks, leaving wenzhou alone with each other. but anything goes really, theyâre in their element all episode.
Knight in shining (red) armor rescue (Episode 30)
first of all- fuck prince jin, second of all, THIS SCENE ARE YOU KIDDING ME. literally the damsel in distress getting rescued. complete with a horseback ride! and wkx kneeling in front of zzs and acknowledging him as his master (and therefore himself as part of the sect again!!!!). so many emotions. i dont even care if theyâre in front of all their new disciples. a romantic kiss is necessary. it would be so easy for zzs to take the hand heâs patting wkx with and use it to drag him up into a kiss.
Hairpin scene (Episode 30)
iâm not even gonna say anything. these bitches engaged on screen. good for them
âSave it, youâ (Episode 32)
god. just god. zzs gently floating down to wkx, thinking heâs gonna throw his life away in anger Again and getting so very in his face. and saying That. with That smile. what else is an option. there is no other option. just kiss.
âSenior, please let me handle thisâ (Episode 33)
i am willingly ignoring how fucking painful this scene is if you think about it for longer than 3 seconds. wkx isnât dead! and the asshole forgot to tell his beloved to not do anything stupid while he was away! oopsie! zzs is a)very mad, b)very relieved, c)is about to experience a lifetimeâs worth of regret in about 3 minutes. but first thingâs first, the love of his life isnât dead. that deserves a kiss.
Drunk wkx 2: painful boogaloo (Episode 34)
these episodes are so painful to re-watch lol. wkx clinging to zzsâ waist and talking about how easy it is to be a good happy person when heâs around him. they probably couldnât manage a proper kiss between the alcohol in wkx and the Pain in zzs, but a gentle forehead kiss would fit in well while zzs is softly petting wkxâs head (still resting on his chest. thatâs an important detail).
Wedding aftermath (Episode 35)
iâm so distraught. anyways. you canât tell me zzs was going to sulk away to die alone like some sort of tragic housecat while wkx is recuperating after the battle (and after losing the second most important person in his life) without a kiss. not without giving him the gentlest of forehead kisses.
Literally at any point in episode 36
iâm watching this tomorrow but i donât need to. i donât care. we know what happens. we know how it ends. if youâre about to give up your life to keep your soulmate alive you best preface it with the kiss of a lifetime.
#shan he ling#word of honor#shl#wenzhou#woh#meta??? this isn't meta its just a faux-systematic review of most significant moments in the show by a very very unstable person#enjoy <3#im NOT FUCKING READY FOR TOMORROW. IM NOT#I WANT OUT THIS WAS A MISTAKE.#is this the stupidest most unnecessary thing i've ever written? yes
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hi sexies !  iâm dani ( she/her ) , 21 & iâm from the gta aka ur messy canadian wassup đ€  thank u guys sm for applying all ur muses are so beautiful & im sm in love already ! i rly wanna plot w every single one of u so pls give this a like for permission for me 2 come bug u for plots ! đ€Â karinaâs info & wanted connections r under the cut !
karina maji was spotted in the fashion district adorning gucci leather ankle boots , with some airpod pros on . theyâre most likely listening to donât stop by meg thee stallion . you may know them as @karina or as that mishti rahman lookalike . their  twenty - fourth  birthday just passed . while living in tribeca , theyâve gained a bit of a reputation . theyâre known to be tenacious but on the other hand quixotic . wonder if theyâll be the next person to hit the headlines . (  cisfemale / she/her + dani / 21 / she/her )
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full  name  :  karina aarvi maji  .
nicknames : kar , rina , maji
age :  twenty  -  four  .
gender : cisfemale , she/her .
sexual orientation : pansexual .
hometown  :  chicago , illinois  .
occupation : professional mma fighter / instagram model .
zodiac  chart  :  aquarius  sun  ,  gemini  moon  ,  scorpio  rising  .
character  inspo  : alicia mendez (  kingdom )  ,  cristina yang ( greyâs anatomy ) ,  princess jasmine ( aladdin  )  ,  megara (  hercules  ) , alyssa ( the end of the f*cking world ) , kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you )
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                tw :  death , accident , drugs . Â
karinaâs life began in chicago , illinois . born where her parents spent their life , grew up together & eventually ended up married . it was the perfect love story , best friends - then lovers - then soulmates . tied for life , married young , in their mid 20âČs . but the love between the two of them never faltering once even after another 10 years pass . Â
her mother , was a highly sought after model . her father , one of the most legendary ufc fighters in the league . the majiâs were considered royalty to the tabloids , their love story inspiring many . their life  was seemingly so perfect , a dream to many . & when they found themselves blessed with a little girl after five years of marriage , it just made them an even more  â perfect â family .
karina was treated like a princess , her parents adored the ground she walked on & karina did the same with them . she was well - behaved growing up , knowing how lucky she was to be living so luxurious , something her parents taught her to appreciate since she was old enough to understand . they drilled gratefulness into her head by the age of five . it was a very rare occurrence where karina would fight or disrespect her parents .
they lived in chicago for many years , a way for them to keep their roots established while raising karina . & have more privacy than living in their career hubs would give them - aka , nyc or la . it was much more accessible for her father to work out of chicago , but for her mother , there were many hours spent travelling between chicago & new york . too many . Â
(  tw death , plane crash ) it was the mere age of 17 , when karinaâs loving mother never returned home from her trip to new york . tragedy struck when her plane crashed due to pilot error . the day that changed not only karinaâs life permanently , but her father too . both their hearts broke into two that day .
she wondered for months how she could possibly continue life & living without her mom in it . & the older she got , the more & more the feeling invaded her . through every life experience she had afterwards she wished with everything in her that her mom was there next to her . Â
karina went from a happy , extroverted & polite girl to a closed off ,  sardonic  & enigmatic woman . it was as if the light was taken out of her body & she turned into someone unrecognizable .Â
( tw drugs ) it tore her dad apart , after taking a year off to mend , he fell into a spiral of alcohol & drugs , and he never went back . his career completely ended .  to this day , her dad hasnât stepped foot in the ring since her motherâs death .
her senior year of high school - karina fell into that same spiral . using cocaine , xanax , weed & booze to cure her broken heart . & she felt like it did , for a little while anyway . by some miracle , she graduated with her diploma . but that didnât mean much anyway , karina wasnât going to college  , she knew exactly what she wanted to do with the rest of her life .
karina grew up religiously watching her dad fight , sheâd seen tapes of every single one of his fights before she was old enough to watch them & from before she was born  . religiously trained & boxed with her father every sunday since she was eleven . she learned the ins & out at a young age , & fell in love with the sport the second she took her first swing . Â
she fell even more heavily into training after her mom passed , spending practically every single day honing her skills & building herself to follow in her dadâs footsteps & become one of the best fighters the ufc has ever seen .
began building her career at eighteen by moving to new york city , she was signed by the age of 20 . suddenly appearing in the tabloids , there was something about her that seemed to bring in peopleâs attention . mma fans or not ,  she gained a large following on social media . Â
suddenly , she was getting sponsorship offers left & right . whether it was mma related or sugarbear hair , she was getting them . karina took the ones that paid her well , & her following just seemed to keep rising every day after that , basically became considered an â influencer â along with her other title . Â
at the age of 21 , karina became one of the youngest female ever to be signed by the UFC . this was a big deal to her , as itâs a dream so many fighters wish for . something it takes years of hard work & dedication to accomplish . something she worked her entire life for .
sheâs been fighting with the ufc for the last three years , loving every minute of it  . the intense training , the fights , the interviews , it all gives her a rush she canât explain . something drugs couldnât give her , which sheâs required to get tested for every once in a while , usually before a fight . sheâs found her ways around using without it ruining her career and/or getting caught . letâs see how long that lasts .. ; - ) ksjndfsfd
with all the money that sheâs reigned in the last few years from the ufc along with her instagram sponsorships , sheâs sending a lot of it to her father , considering his  âretirementâ fund is basically non - existent while he stays cooped up in their chicago family home , surrounded by memories of her mother . while karina stays resided in her cozy tribeca home , only steps away from her training gym .
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karina is a v hard nut 2 crack . sheâs closed off , sardonic & doesnât really converse much with strangers Â
itâs basically been her & her dad since her momâs passing , so sheâs very hard to get close to . but once u do , sheâll never let u go .
sheâs loyal to a fault , because sheâs always afraid of people leaving / d*ing . Â
sheâs trying to branch out & make more friends since moving to tribeca , but she truly doesnât open up to anyone .  if she opens up to you about her life or her past , she truly trusts u , & that means something
she tends to come off as intimidating or .. bitchy , even when she doesnât mean to . her personality just tends to be dry . she tends to have dark humour , so she has to be careful who she makes jokes around skndfkkÂ
sometimes tends 2 stir up drama even by accident . nskjkf
if sheâs not training for a fight , sheâll be out partying every night . dancing on tables & probably getting herself kicked out of whatever bar/club she found herself in that night . doing what she can to get drunk or feel any type of high , whether that be drugs or waking up next to a stranger . Â
sheâs heavily into fashion & always posting cute outfits on instagram , something that caused her following to grow .
sheâs lowkey a hopeless romantic ... seeing how her parents fell in love ,  but it scares tf out of her because of their ending . & sheâd literally never admit this to anyone ever .
sheâs a new muse & iâm still developing her but i have sm muse so iâm very excited & i rly hope you guys like her !
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ok hello if u read that long ass messy shit ur a baddie đ€Â anyway , for wcâs , i literally have so many !! they are all listed here @karinawcsâ , so take a peek & if you like any of them lmk bc i have tons of headcannons / ideas for all those ! hehe ily letâs plot Â
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About Last Night - Chapter Two
@jewels2876  @moonbeambucky  @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123  @iammarylastar@captstefanbrandt  @badassbaker  @pinknerdpanda @oliviastan17 @mizzzpinkâ
I know Iâm forgetting people, sorry. If you want in, hit me.
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Rating: M
Warnings: Language, general nuttiness, smut, major angst, drama
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FEEDBACK IS LIFE, YâALL!
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Lev wakes up the morning after a wild night at the Compound and realizes she hasnât spent the night alone. The fact that the man unconscious beside her is her most trusted teammate is besides the point, heâs also her best friend and
NOW WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE DO???
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Okay, this chapter is just shameless angst and self-pity, mixed in with a healthy dose of Levâs incredible stupidity and my absolute favourite... cliffhangers.
Youâve been warned....
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Too late, sugar. Heâs found someone else.
No. NO.
And thereâs nothing you can do about it, her mind sneered.
A cold rush went through Lev and it was all she could do to not leap from the table and run.
She was becoming her mother.
She was letting love cloud her mind, dictate her actions.
No. She wouldnât give in, she was stronger than that, baptized by the blood of the damned, literally.
If asked later how she managed to stay seated at the table and remain semi-functional, Lev wouldnât be able to say. Sheâd become talented in hiding her emotions, stonewalling the therapist her father briefly tried sending her to, and disguising the true depths of her rage and sorrow as she grew from a teenager to hot-headed adult, but even she couldnât kid herself into thinking she was successfully acting tonight.
Conversation continued without her, for if anyone noticed her discomfiture, they kindly chose to ignore it, not bringing up the fact that every single person at the table, with the exception of Bucky, Lev and Lilly, had fully expected and had in reality placed bets with each other on when their two friends would finally wake up to the attraction between them, knowing that something had gone down after the party, but not what.
Buckyâs new woman was questioned relentlessly, the guise friendly inquiry, covert âwhat the fuck, man?â glances sent Buckyâs way whenever her attention was diverted with answering and he glowered back defiantly, refusing, with the exception of one scorching glance, loaded with too many emotions to sort out, to look at Lev.
And she felt her skin tingle every time he touched Lilly, rested his arm on her shoulders, brushed her cheek or tucked some of her long blonde hair behind her ear. If he was acting he was doing a hell of a job, there seemed to be a genuine draw between them, especially in the way Lilly would gaze at him, like heâd hung the fucking moon and, as soon as it was polite, Lev excused herself, the few bites of dessert sheâd managed to choke down sour in her stomach.
Why the hell was she so upset? SHEâD WANTED THIS! SHEâD WANTED TO MAINTAIN DISTANCE, but not like this, anything but this.
And she hadnât truly wanted distance, not really, not in the deepest parts of her heart. Once the static had cleared in her head, sheâd heard the message loud and clear. Love was dangerous, love was terrifying and made fools of us all, but she would have been safe with Bucky. He wouldnât have hurt her; he wouldnât have let her fall. He wouldnât have passed off lust as love and then thrown her away, driving her to insanity in the form of hysterical suicide.
He would have treasured her the way she always secretly wished to be and, at the first offering of that, sheâd slashed with razor claws, wounding him perhaps permanently.
She wished for more Mead, but there was none and she instead spent the night cross-legged on the floor of her quarters, headphones secured to her ears, blasting her most angry and rage-filled death metal playlists, hoping to drown out the tears.
She shouldnât have left her room the next morning, she wasnât fucking hungry anyway. But she had, and the punishment had been swift and severe. Giggles preceded her arrival in the kitchen and, if sheâd been listening instead of continuing to stew, she would have recognized the deep answering chuckles.
There had only been a few times in Levâs life when she could honestly say she was breathless with shock. The first had been with her mother, slipping and sliding in her lifeblood as the woman screamed and slashed even more at her shredded forearms; the second had been when Lev had awoke disoriented under blinding lights, agony like hellfire crawling through her veins, a multitude of strange, lab-coat wearing men standing dispassionately above her, the sudden and cold realization that sheâd been taken and changed, that her issues had blinded her to lifeâs bigger dangers and sheâd fallen in with the wrong crowd, selected by HYDRA for an experimental program due to her lack of family and the extremely large chip on her shoulder and she was never going to be the same.
The third was when she had been discovered by accident and rescued by the team, half-mad in that underground bunker; her shadowy surroundings suddenly lit up and blinding her like the sun, fevered confusion and disorientation, dangerous-looking strangers all around her, their grunts of pain and surprise when she fought their hands, struggled to understand a language sheâd not heard in so long. Fear and animal instinct to defend had taken over, her enhanced body too much for all but Steve and Bucky to restrain and her first real memories of freedom from that hellish cell where sheâd languished, cold and slowly going insane had been of strong arms, gentle hands stroking her face and tangled hair, masculine spice and a deep, soothing voice, speaking words she no longer recognized but in a tone that calmed her nonetheless.
The forth, and final time was now, when she turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead, like sheâd been slapped by the very hand that was currently caressing Lillyâs breast through her half-buttoned shirt, a shirt Lev recognized instantly, even in her shock, as the one sheâd bought Bucky months ago because sheâd loved how it matched his eyes. Lilly was gasping and mewling, their bodies moving in a sensual, unmistakable rhythm, Buckyâs eyes flaring with heat as they rolled upwards when her lips, hidden by her face tucked into his throat, nibbled in return for his touch and it was devastatingly obvious what theyâd spent the night doing, what Lev had probably unintentionally spared herself from hearing all through the dark hours by keeping her headphones on.
What they were still doing.
Lev could smell it on them and there was no way two bodies could twine so close together if they werenât already connected in the most visceral and primal way possible. His hand fell from Lillyâs breast, but only to drop to her hip, curling around the curve and pulling her closer still, lifting her thigh to hook around his. His eyes raised finally to Levâs, banked lust making them look like a beastâs eyes, and his jaw clenched, teeth baring as he growled harshly. Lilly moaned as he turned his head to bite at her throat, eyes staying locked on Levâs almost defiantly, returning the nips with an intensity that made Lillyâs hips roll against his, made her cling even tighter to his body and ratcheting up the sexual heat that was already so thick between them. Seeing Lev seemed to push him to move harder and faster, as if with each heavy thrust of his hips he was snarling at her âlike what you see? This could have been you.â
Bucky was fucking her against the counter, her ass smacking the edge while he glared coldly over her shoulder, eyes locked with Levâs, each heavy grunt as he thrust further driving the nail deeper into her heart and something inside her, something that cracked as sheâd watched her mother die and had only continued to yawn wider with each successive hit in her life, shattered completely.
*************************************************************************************Â Â âSo, youâre volunteering to take this mission? The one I havenât been able to bribe, cajole or threaten anyone else to take on?â Tony raised a brow at Lev, half his attention still directed to a tablet in his hand, feet resting on the edge of his desk, chair tilted back.
âYes.â Lev waited until Stark reluctantly pulled his eyes from the screen and focussed fully on her. Understanding softened the quizzical lines on his forehead.
âYou know, kid⊠what Barnes is doing, bringing that new girl around-â
âDoesnât matter, he can fuck whomever he wants.â
âYeah, but after that party we all figured you two would finally-â
âYou know⊠that shit would have been a little more helpful before all of this. I didnât realize Bucky felt that way, I didnât realize I felt that way.â
âIs that why you pushed him away? According to Cap you broke his heart.â
Lev flinched. âI didnât push him away, okay? I was scared shitless and thought we should stay friends.â
âA man doesnât look at someone the way Barnes looked at you, if they just want to stay friends.â
And the hits just kept coming. âAgain, might have been a little more helpful to me before.â
âWhy were you so scared?â Tony changed subjects, tilting his head. âI mean, the Manchurian Candidate isnât my cup of tea, but heâs never hurt you, even when you were trying so hard to kill all of us in that bunker; if anything, heâd be like a pain in the ass puppy, always loyal and trying to get in your lap.â Understanding dawned. âThis have something to do with your parents? You told me their divorce was ugly.â
And then some.
âNah, their divorce was the standard train wreck, it was what came after; when the guy left her, she uhâŠ. Well, she didnât take it well.â
Tony arched a brow, waiting patiently and Lev was so tired of holding the weight of her burdened past by herself she gave in and opened her figurative vein.
âWhen uhâŠ. When the new guy took off, sheâŠ. I found her after school one day, blood everywhere and the razor still in her hands. I was trying everything I could to stop the bleeding, to stop her, but all she wanted to do was keep cutting and keep screaming into the phone at the guy, over and over again, âis this what you wanted? Are you happy now?â. She⊠she died in my arms, her last words for him, still yelling at him. Iâm not even sure if she knew I was there.â
Tony stared, stunned silent, which was quite a feat for him, and Lev swallowed uncomfortably. Sheâd not told anyone the whole story, not even her dad or the therapist and she felt her adrenaline beginning to rise as the spectres from her past rattled their chains and threatened to break free again.
âShit⊠Lev. You need to talk to someone about that-â
âI need to go on this mission.â
âYou need help.â
âThe mission.â Lev repeated stubbornly. âJust the mission, Tony, okay? If my motherâs suicide taught me anything, itâs that love is the most dangerous fucking thing out there and if I hadnât learned it then I sure as fuck did when Bucky showed up with that fucking supermodel. Thatâs all the help I need. Let me get out of here, clear my head and still be fucking useful as I do it. Please?â
Tony gazed at her, such pain and sympathy in his eyes that Lev was forced to look away, chew hard on her lip to keep from breaking down.
âOkay,â he finally murmured. âIâll send you out on this one but weâre in on this together, you and me, got it?â
Lev squinted at him, not understanding.
âIâm not going to tell anyone else, but you and I are going to talk, regularly, while youâre out there. Iâm keeping an eye on you, kid and when you get back⊠you gotta talk to someone trained in this, okay? Thatâs not anything anyone should have to carry alone.â
Lev snorted, trying to disguise how touched she was with more sarcasm. âIâm not carrying it alone; it can haunt your nightmares now too.â
A faint smile, but Tonyâs eyes stayed troubled.
âOkay,â Lev conceded. âNow can I go?â
Tony nodded slowly. âYeah, I got everything set up, if youâre ready now, letâs go.â
âIâm ready now.â
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Forty-three days now of reconnaissance, observation, stakeoutâŠ. Boring.
Although it had been in the back of Levâs mind as the reason why no one else wanted to take this mission, meaning Tony had been about a day away from volun-telling someone they were going, it hadnât truly hit her until now how epically draining this was.
She had nothing but time now, to think, to analyze and consider.
The communication was iffy, limited, hence the need for someone to stay here and watch the comings and goings of the suspected HYDRA affiliate; setting up remote surveillance simply wasnât possible, nor feasible to complete the set-up of without drawing suspicion. And rotating teams wasnât ideal either, so Lev was stuck here, admittedly exactly where sheâd asked to be, and she was getting a lot of thinking done.
She had been wrong to push Bucky away, that thought was clear as crystal now after weeks of distilling in her mind while she observed and noted each movement of her quarry.
Even if sheâd genuinely wanted to simply stay friends with him, wrong, she had gone about that completely ass-backwards too. There had been happiness in his eyes that morning, the smile on his face hopeful, and sheâd squashed it like a bug, squashed his heart like a bug, according to Steve; no wonder heâd returned her pain so cruelly, so harshly. Heâd been open and vulnerable in front of her, thinking theyâd turned some corner in their relationship, holding out his heart to her that morning and sheâd clumsily slapped it to the floor, stomped on with her curt announcement that the magic that had passed between them the night before was a mistake.
God, did she wish she could go back in time.
Sheâd slap her past self silly in that bathroom, grab her shoulders and order her to not be so fucking stupid and scared, to be the fucking hero she played at being and take that leap of faith, knowing Bucky had already taken the leap and was waiting to catch her on the other side.
Itâs too late now, her inner voice whispered.
âShut up.â She hissed back.
9:32 am â subject takes out the garbageâŠ
************************************************************************************Â Â Â Â âSo, howâs it going?â Tony asked from the monitor, head tilted to the side. The connection wasnât the greatest, static crawling across the screen and pulling at his outline, but his voice came through clearly enough.
âIâm bored.â
He snorted, shaking his head. âDude, why do you think everyone else passed?â
âI know, I know, itâs justâŠâ
âToo much time to think?â Tony offered quietly.
Lev exhaled heavily. âYeah.â
âI know all about that.â Tony continued softly. Usually at this point he would lead Lev into talking about her issues, not start baring his own demons.
âYou too?â Understanding hit her like a truck. âWait, your parents too, right? I forgot about that.â
Tony nodded. âYeah, I didnât walk in on my mother having a psychotic break, but theyâre both gone.â
âAnd BuckyâŠâ she couldnât finish, shocked that sheâd managed to put away this detail and forget it for so long.
âNo, The Winter Soldier.â Tony clarified. âIâve made my peace with that, HYDRA killed my parents, not that lovesick sap I see dragging his sorry ass around the compound all day.â
âWait, what? Dragging his ass around? Heâs got Lilly now.â
âNot anymore. Not sure what happened, but she left a couple weeks ago⊠not long after you took off, actually.â
âHuh.â Lev pondered this, her confusion deepening. What the hell did that mean? Was it just no fun fucking his girlfriend anymore without Lev standing there watching? âAnd you just decided to mention it now?â
Tony smiled faintly. âTodayâs the first time youâve even mentioned his name too, kid.â
âTouchĂ©âŠ. Wait, you just needed me to stay here and finish the job!â
âWhy? Would hearing about Lilly leaving make you want to come back and talk to the guy?â Tony challenged evenly; brow raised.
Shit⊠it did, didnât it? Thatâs exactly what she was steamed about, wasting her time here instead of falling on her knees in front of Bucky and begging for his forgiveness. Still, she hated to let Tony know he was right, he could be such an arrogant prick sometimes. âSo. What if it did?â
Tony snorted again, chuckling. âYou two, Jesus Christ⊠Still, Iâd appreciate if you could stay a bit longer out there.â
âYou owe me, Stark.â
âI do? You volunteered, and now youâre trying to bail? Tough, kid.â
Lev stuck out her tongue, chafing mildly at this responsible adult nonsense.
âBrat,â Tony commented mildly. âAnother week, Lev. Please?â
âItâs good to hear you say please.â
âItâll be even better if you stay there like I asked and then come back and talk to that therapist I set up for you.â
Lev clenched her teeth, debating her response. Knee-jerk told her snarl and tell Tony off, to mind his own business, sheâd made all sorts of progress just talking with him, but a deeper part of her knew it was time, she needed to confront and drain this wound, she couldnât let itâs poison taint her life any further. âYeah, okay.â
âDonât sound so damn happy. Iâm paying top dollar to keep the best grief counselor on the East Coast on retainer.â
âThanks.â Lev injected true appreciation in her tone and his expression softened.
âBrat.â He repeated fondly. âI gotta go, talk to you in a couple of days, alright?â
âYeah,â Lev replied softly, offering a real smile.
*************************************************************************************Â Â Â Lev tried not to hurry, jostle the pack on her back and maybe make too much noise. Nobody was following her, that much she was sure of, but sheâd managed over fifty days of surveillance without being discovered and didnât want to disrupt her streak. Nearing two months in a depressing tenement in a dying Eastern European town had been all sorts of boring, staring out through faded old curtains to the building across the narrow alley, but sheâd managed and now it was time to go home. Tony was waiting, with a quinjet, at a site a dozen miles out and Lev was eager to see the man again.
Heâd passed on her messages to the team, for Lev had left so furtively and quickly that she hadnât told anyone else, not even Steve, and heâd relayed their messages back due to the constraints in their communications, but she was eager to see Stark, hell, anyone, in the flesh again. There was only so many games of Solitaire you could play on a dingy tabletop as you kept one eye on the window and Lev had discovered that limit long ago.
But⊠Bucky.
She still hadnât spoken to him.
Sheâd not told him she was leaving; hell, he probably hadnât even pulled out of Lilly yet by the time she was heading for the jet and thereâd been no message from him in the ones Stark had relayed, not that Lev had expected any.
He probably hoped she didnât come back, and a part of Lev was tempted. But no, she was a part of the Avengers, whether he liked it or not, and she could function as a member of said team even if she no longer had any meaningful contact with the Winter Soldier again. Sheâd have to figure out a new strategy for when her nightmares tore her from sleep and there would be no more Bucky to save her, as well as what she was going to do now when his nightmares echoed down the halls and she wanted to run to comfort him, but that could be solved easily enough. She could switch floors, sleep with earplugs or just plain gut it out, go cold turkey until the impulses faded, until Steve or Sam or, most likely, nobodyâs presence took the place of comfort and support when their mutual nightmares grew to be too much in the dark.
But sheâd miss the softness of his voice in the dark as her heart raced, miss the gentle way his hand would stroke across her forehead, thumb rubbing at her cheekbone; his bright, earnest eyes locked on hers as he talked her down, helped her match her gasping breaths to his steady ones.
Sheâd miss the way heâd cling to her when he was trapped in his own hells. The faint tremble in his massive frame that would start to cease, begin to relax as soon as he sensed her touch, the way his arms would band around her and hold her close, his body wrapped around hers like a shield but his face buried in her neck like a childâs while he grounded himself again. The way heâd murmur her name over and over again like a mantra, soothing himself back to sleep or, more likely, to the faint drowsy, dreamy, pillow talk stage, laying next to each other for hours as night died, talking about everything and anything that seemed too fragile to hold up and not shrivel under dayâs harsh glare.
How had she thrown all that away? How had she not seen what everyone else apparently had? Actual physical love and sex had been about the last boundary theyâd had, theyâd been intimate and close in every other way possible and yet Lev had deluded herself into thinking, no⊠into telling herself stubbornly, that it was only friendship, that the way sheâd sometimes catch Bucky gazing at her were nothing, only projections of the way she sometimes would watch him.
What a fucking idiot.
Christ, she was going to take a hellacious long bath when she got back to the Compound and compose a doozy of an apology to match her depths of remorse.
She glanced at her GPS, saw the jet was mere dozens of feet away now, in a clearing so well hidden she, even so close, still couldnât see and picked up her pace. Hopefully, Tony brought some of those Cow Tales caramels she was such a whore for like sheâd asked.
Pushing through the last break of trees, Lev paused, just admiring for a moment the stark (tee hee) splendour of the sleek jet amidst the woods. With a muted hiss, the ramp descended, and Lev turned her attention to the pilot.
âTony-â her voice died in her throat.
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Oops, That Happened - Part 2 (Demetri Volturi x Reader)
Summary: After Italy and the unexpected encounter the two of you shared, it was safe to say that Demetri was on your mind a lot. Luckily for you, the feeling was mutual. You only hoped someday you could see him again...
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings: NSFW, swearing, very very adult themes. If ur a kid or under 18 don't read pls shits about to get Nastay. But with fluff at the end! Merry crimmis, folks.
Part One
Months have passed by and you went about your business as normal. Bella was in her final year of high school and after Italy, it felt as if any vampire drama was wrapped up and dealt with in a nice little bow.
Except it wasn't.
One, a band of newborn vampires had come to search for your little sister, breaking into your house while your father slept on the couch and taking an item of her clothing. To say it infuriated you that once again your sister's life was at stake would be an understatement.
Secondly, you had yet to hear any word from Demetri, and as the weeks turned into months going by your hopes waned and your heart ached.
The surprise intimate moment the two of you shared played back in your mind's eye almost every night. Whenever you would be laying in bed, in the shower or going about your business his handsome face would pop into your mind accompanied by the memory of pleasure that coursed through you in that finite moment.
Did he even want to see you again? Were his words a lie? You had no idea but despite your doubts and insecurities, you wished to see him again. You longed for it.
Today Bella would be staying at Edward's house; nothing unusual there. You walked with her to her truck. "Don't get up to too much trouble, you hear me?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mom," she groaned. A tiny smile played on her lips, however.
Giving her a hug, you stepped back from the truck and watched your sister drive away. A sigh escaped your lips. You still hated that damn Cullen boy with a fiery passion, but you knew she would be in safe hands.
Night came and with it complete boredom. Your father Charlie was passed out cold on the couch and would be there till the sun rose. As for you, you were laying in your bed in just an oversized t-shirt that you refused to part with.
Again, as he did every night, Demetri's face popped into your mind. You closed your eyes, trying to push him out. If he still wanted me he would have made contact by now, you reasoned with yourself.
Tap. Tap.
The sound of something gently hitting your window roused you from your thoughts. Sitting up, you glanced over to your bedroom window only to cover your mouth in shock at the face peering in.
The one who had plagued your thoughts, was balancing on you could only guess was a tree branch outside your bedroom window. You had to be dreaming, surely? Or going insane.
Rushing over and yanking the window open, you leaned out of it. "What are you doing here?" You whisper-hissed in the quietest voice you could manage.
"I'm happy to see you too, love," he chuckled, "mind making some room for me to enter?"
"What, need my permission to come in?" You teased.
"Vampires don't work like that, gorgeous."
You stepped back away from the window, crossing your arms a little self consciously as you watched Demetri clamber in through your window. You were now suddenly very aware of what you were wearing; the shirt just brushed halfway down your thighs.
Demetri stood straight and studied your appearance, also taking note of your bed attire with a faint hint of a smirk. "It's been a while, you look good."
You bowed your head. "Same to you... it really has been a while, huh?"
An apologetic look crossed his face. "Forgive me. I would have been in contact sooner but my masters forbid it."
"Forbid it'?" You echoed, brows furrowing in confusion.
He nodded. "After you left Italy... let's just say that the Cullens aren't in Aro's good graces as of right now, given that you and your sister are still human."
You bit your lip. Another reminder about my mortality, fantastic.
Sensing your apprehension, Demetri slowly, cautiously as if testing the waters, approached you. "You have nothing to fear from my coven, Y/N. And especially nothing from me."
"Why are you here, Demetri?" You challenged him, meeting his eyes finally. "Because with everything I have going on right now the last thing I need is a reminder that I need to die or become a vampire."
Demetri's jaw clenched and you suddenly regretted snapping at the gorgeous but lethal vampire very much. Taking you by surprise however he sighed and took a seat at the side of your bed. Clutching his head in his hands, your concern grew as he let out a pained whine. "This is not going how I thought it would..."
"A-are you okay, Demetri?" You asked, taking a step toward him hesitantly.
Another whine, but quieter this time. "God, even just the mention of my name coming from your lips is driving me insane."
What? Blinking, you were suddenly in focus mode. Kneeling down in front of him, you forced him to look you in the eye. "What does that mean? Please tell me, I'm so lost..."
"You remember our... encounter, yes?"
You nodded in reply. How could I forget?
You watched him swallow thickly, his eyes staring intensely into your own. "Ever since that day, that moment, I've been at a loss. To think I'd get so distracted and frustrated by a simple human woman."
The last few words began a pang of pain in your heart, but a cold gentle hand cupping your face quelled it. "You are no simple woman, though Miss Swan. I've snuck way on my own accord from my group here in Washington to see you. To get closure. Tell me if you don't share my feelings, or if you do."
If your heart could spontaneously combust from excitement and nervousness at once, it would have at this moment. Here was a man - an incredibly handsome immortal man that could kill you with a flick of his wrist - confessing his feelings for you. Feelings of inferiority made you self-conscious. He was out of your league, a literal ethereal creature whereas you were quite simply, a normal human being.
"Since we, you know, did that thing together in Italy," you began, stammering over your words, "you've been on my mind ever since." Getting to your feet, you joined him on the bed. "Every night before I fall asleep when I wake up, hell even in the damn shower or washing dishes the memory will pop into my head and I find myself missing you."
Demetri took in your words, choosing not to interrupt you. He watched with an expression you couldn't identify. Curiosity? Hope? Maybe even a hint of amusement.
"I know that sounds crazy," you continued, heat blooming in your cheeks. "We barely know each other and here I am pining."
"It's not crazy in my world," he murmured in reply.
"What does that mean?"
"My kind have mates. Some immediately feel a pull towards their significant other, others feel it developing the more time we spend together."
You thought about his words for a moment. "... So where does that leave you and me?"
He smiled at you; a playful smirk. "Would you like to test the waters?"
Your heart skipped a beat. If he was suggesting what you thought he was... The ability to speak left but you nodded in consent.
Demetri scooted closer, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Your faces were so close, the air between you electrified. Leaning in very slowly, he checked in with you one last time. "Are you sure?"
Biting your lip, you suppressed a laugh. "Hundred percent."
He continued leaning in until his lips brushed lightly against yours. Demetri held his position like that, and his lack of action made you whine in protest. So, you took the initiative and kissed first and holy shit how you missed this feeling. You missed him, especially and the need you'd been harboring for him took over your rational thinking.
You pulled back a moment only to place your hands on his shoulders as you straddled his lap. Any restraint Demetri had now left him and he hungrily kissed back, hands firmly grasping at your thighs, running slowly up to your hips, resting at your waist. The coldness of his skin made you let out a small gasp against his mouth, making him smirk. The hem of your shirt had ridden up with his movements.
"I think it's my turn to take charge," he said in a low, smooth voice.
"God, please do," you whimpered. The need for him to touch you grew stronger, especially where you needed him most.
In a flash you went from straddling Demetri's lap to laying flat on your back, head resting comfortably against the plush pillows. He pulled back so he was on his knees between your legs, hands caressing the sides of your thighs. You squirmed a little under his touch, making him chuckle.
"You're rather impatient aren't you, love?" He teased you, observing you closely.
"Can you blame me?" You quipped back breathlessly.
He shook his head. His handsome face wore an admiring expression. The way his eyes took you on made you feel warm inside like he enjoyed what he saw. You felt comfortable.
"I can't say I do."
His hands moved from your thighs to his own clothing and you swore he could hear your heart stop as you watched him remove his coat and his shirt within moments of you blinking.
You'd seen many shirtless men before - magazines, TV shows, movies, the damn swimming pool. Sure, some men were very... well built and you couldn't lie and say that they didn't look good, but nothing drove you crazy. Demetri, on the other hand, was sculpted to perfection in your eyes.
You sat up a little, and raised a hand hesitantly, looking up at him shyly. Sensing what you wanted, he smiled and took your hand, placing it against his torso. The skin was hard but surprisingly smooth, not a single blemish, dent or imperfection to be found.
Unconsciously, your hand began to drift lower, reaching the leather belt of his pants. Looking up at Demetri, you took a shaky breath to steady your nerves. "Can I...?"
"You may."
The simple confirmation of consent stoked the embers of flame that had begun to arise within you, and you eagerly unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned his dark trousers to get to your reward.
Demetri's long and large erection sprung free and he laughed at how your eyes widened at the sight.
Blushing furiously, you lightly slapped his torso. "Shhhhh, my dad is asleep downstairs!" I wouldn't want to explain why I have a naked man with red eyes on top of me.
Cupping your cheek with one hand, he bit his lip trying to stifle laughter as he looked down at you. "I'm sorry, it's just... your face -"
He broke off into another, quieter this time, fit of laughter and you pouted.
Oh, I think it's time for you to shut up, you thought haughtily. Your defiant embarrassment needing to be defended outweighed your initial shyness, and you took his cock firmly on your hand and began stroking it. His laughter ceased and you looked up with innocent eyes as your tongue darted out and lapped at the head. You marveled at the taste; you expected bitterness but was pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted sweet.
Eyes growing dark, Demetri bit back a groan at the sensation of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. You had moved from your sitting position to being on all fours in front of him, working him with every precise movement of your tongue and lips. Being mindful as not to hurt you he placed his hands on either side of your head; one stroking your hair while the other cupped your face, holding you there.
You were enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth, taking as much of him as you could while you bob your head back and forth. You decided to really push your luck and changed your technique. With every bob of your head, you let your tongue lick the underside of his cock.
He groaned, almost a growl in pleasure. You looked up through your lashes to watch as his perfect face contorted in ecstasy, closing his eyes blissfully. Gotcha, you thought smugly, kicking your motions up a notch and increasing the speed.
"Shit that feels good," he moaned, eyes open once again and watching you work him with wonder.
You pulled back to catch your breath and grinned up at him. "Am I doing a good job?" You couldn't keep the smug tone out of your voice.
He pulled back from you, and for a moment you felt insecure... until he reached for your shirt and began working it up over your breasts. Sitting up straight, you lifted your arms over your head to help him get the damned piece of fabric off your body.
Before you could even process the fact that you were now completely bare before him Demetri's mouth was on yours again, a newfound hunger in his kiss. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you tight to his chest, parting your legs further with his knee. You began to wonder what exactly he was doing until you felt his free hand snake its way down to where you ached for him.
"You are so in for it now, cara mia," he growled into your ear, sending more heat down your spine. He cupped you gently but firmly making you gasp in shock and pleasure, a small squeak escaping from your lips. You buried your face in his shoulder as he began moving his fingers in a circular motion, rubbing your aching pussy.
"Do you have any idea how many nights I've laid alone in my quarters imagining doing this to you?" he whispered against your hair, never ceasing in his motions. "This and so much more?"
God this feels amazing, you thought weakly, grinding yourself on his fingers. The way he was talking, how good it felt to have his hands on you...
It was better than any of your wildest imaginings and more.
He moved his hand away, and you felt like you could have cried at the loss of his fingers working you. "Lay down, Y/N. On your back, get comfy."
A jolt of excitement shot through your veins and you nodded, clambering back to your original position on your bed.
Was this the afterlife? Had you died and gone to some kind of lust-filled utopia? It felt as so, as you watched Demetri lay down and position himself between your legs. One of his hands reached up and groped one of your breasts and your hand to cover your mouth with your hand as you let out a loud moan. While he worked your breast with one hand, what really sent you to heaven was when he slowly ran his tongue up along the sensitive spot between your legs.
"Oh fuck," came your muffled cry, eyes widening once again at the new sensation. Your positive response made Demetri chuckle, the vibrations of his laughter making you instinctively thrust your hips against his mouth.
Very briefly, Demetri lifted his head to look you straight in the eye. "I'm going to take care of you since you've been such a good girl." The pet name stirred the embers once more. He brought his hand back to your pussy and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit, making you choke on your suppressed moans. "Is that what you want, Y/N?"
"Yes, yes it's what I want," you practically mewled in reply, squirming desperately for some friction. "Please."
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
Oh the asshole is enjoying this, isn't he? "Please eat my pussy," you hissed.
Demetri grinned, victorious. You felt like helpless prey in the talons of a predator, but in all honesty, it turned you on even further.
He wasted no time putting his face back down there and got to work, lapping at your wet pussy. You arched your back and closed your eyes, spreading your legs as wide as you comfortably could. He had kept his thumb on your clit and was moving it in circular motions while his lips sucked on your labia, his tongue darting between the folds to taste you. The fire in between your legs grew unbearable and soon you had both your hands gripping Demetri's hair, shamelessly gyrating your hips against his face.
He didn't seem to mind. You felt his thumb disappear from your clit only to be quickly replaced with his lips. Opening your eyes, you looked down and saw the hand he was using to pleasure you with was now being used to stroke his cock. You could feel that he was enjoying this as much as you were.
Something changed in his rhythm and it made you become a panting mess. You could feel your release coming and quickly. "Shit, please keep doing that," you whimpered, sitting up a little to watch him.
He obeyed and turned up the tempo to his actions. His tongue was now buried deep inside of your soaked pussy, nose rubbing your clit, his head moving in a shaking head motion and it took all of your restraint not to scream the house down.
If there was something you were going to take away from this, it was that Demetri was amazing in bed.
Demetri brought his face away from your throbbing pussy, his eyes almost black in color. Hand now rubbing your clit again. "I've got you, Y/N. Let go for me."
You couldn't hold it back any further. It almost pained you to hold back the scream that was building up in your throat as you came all over Demetri's fingers, rocking your hips as you did so, practically riding them.
You felt something hot and wet touch your thighs. Opening your eyes wearily, you saw the Demetri had brought himself to finish too, the hot cum coating your thighs dangerously close to your own pussy.
Heart beating fast and hard, you kept your eyes closed, breathing deeply to calm your erratic heart. A cool, wetness wiped away the mess on your thigh and between your legs, gently dabbing it all away. A few moments later, you felt the bed dip beside you and a blanket being laid over your naked body.
Rolling over, you open your eyes to see Demetri laying on his side, propped up on his elbow staring at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hi," you whispered shyly.
"Hi to you too," he replied, the smile growing wider. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." You bit your lip a moment, pondering whether or not to request of him what you wanted at the moment. "Demetri?"
"Hmmm?" He hummed in response.
"Is... is it okay with you if I uh, lay on your chest a bit?" You squeezed your eyes shut, blushing. Ahh, stupid question Y/N! Stupid question. Way to come off as clingy.
A quiet chuckle. Then, the bed dipped slightly. "Of course," came his reply, "come here, love."
Smiling, you opened your eyes. Shimming over, you nested yourself into the vampire's side, curling up happily. He wrapped his arm around you and held you close to his chest, savoring the moment. "I could get used to this, you know."
"I feel the same," Demetri confided, fingertips tracing patterns on your back. âIt pains me that Iâll have to leave eventually.â
That woke you up a little.
Sitting up, you fixed your wide-eyed, now panicked gaze on him. âYouâre leaving? How soon?â
Demetri shushed you softly, stroking your back more to comfort you. âI disbanded from my traveling companions under the guise of hunting and Iâll have to return eventually. And secondly, your father is downstairs. I donât think heâd take too kindly to find a stranger naked in bed with his daughter.â
You ducked your head, nodding in agreement. âTrue,â you agreed, laying back down. âBut for some forewarning, you better leave me your number or a way to contact you before you leave, mister.â
He buried his face into your hair. âI wouldnât dream of it. Youâre mine and I intend to keep it that way.â
Your heart soared at his words. With a happy smile on your face, you lay back down and curled up on his chest once more. âGlad to hear it, especially after that. Iâm all yours if youâll have me, sweetheart.â
With that, you let sleep take you, drifting off into a peaceful sleep in the arms of someone that made you feel as if you were on cloud nine after the nightâs antics. Unbeknownst to you, Demetri held you a little tighter once he felt you drift away into a deep sleep. He would cherish this tender moment with you while he had the chance.
#welp I fuckin did it#I am new to the whole smut business eep#**yeets self out the window*#my fics#demetri volturi#demetri volturi x reader#volturi#the volturi#volturi imagines#the twilight saga#twilight saga#twilight eclipse#twilight saga fanfiction
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park woo jin ft lee dae hwi pt. 1 (random imagines)
member: park woo jin ft. lee dae hwi
genre: fluff, au
warnings: wrong grammar, cringiness (read at ur own risk)
summary: daydreaming about changing lives by imagining having swapping bodies with a celebrity
âą y/n is so done with her life.
âą online classes just make her behavior worst and tired than having face to face.
âą tends to isolate herself from her main accounts not minding chats and notifications.
âą it's not that you don't care or mind about other people, you just don't feel communicating lmao
âą prefer spending time by spazzing, watching k-dramas, or playing.
âą on a night with a full moon, hearing those unstoppable sounds of dogs in your neighborhood.
âą y/n suddenly thinks of having a different kind of life she has.
âą kinda corny but wishes to experience those (be careful what you wish for)
âą being weird and an overthinker she just let it pass, finally decides to sleep.
âą next morning came, y/n wakes up with a bright vivid light that comes from the window.
âą slowly progressing what happened on the verge of 'your mind is still asleep'
âą a loud 'bugsh' was heard when you fall from your bed
âą white long curtains, teddy bears and other cute stuff, a mini piano with lots of music sheets scattered on it,
âą colorful post-it that you also read, "you can do it" "well done." "fans are waiting for you" "love myself too" "music is hard but it's all worth it".
âą and a sweet smell of vaporized candles lingers around the room.
âą y/n is amused yet nervous especially when he heard the door opens.
âą "daehwi-yah we will eat now, what are you doing there on the floor? still asleep?"
âą woong said, questioning y/n then laugh before closing the door.
âą ofc you know him. it's woong the main vocalist and fake maknae of the k-pop group that you've been stanning since their debut ab6ix.
âą confused still half-awake y/n decided to check her face by looking at the mirror (more like a routine or habit daehwi does lol every morning)
âą "oh my god" y/n said in Korean that made her more shocked.
âą purple pajamas with messy hair but still looking handsome on it is the image that you saw in front of the mirror.
âą "how did this happen?" eyes are both wide open checking if this is freaking real.
âą still not syncing into reality you decided to pounder thoughts
âą when you heard the other members yell daehwi's name
âą so your feet take you to the familiar and at the same time unfamiliar kitchen of ab6ix.
âą "why are you so weird today, daehwi-yah?" woojin asked sending his signature sparrow gaze into you.
âą you suddenly feel the urge to curse bcs first you are star-struck, second, it's bared face ab6ix your idols, third park woo jin is freaking asking you why daehwi is weird, lastly, daehwi is your bias and you are in his body?
âą can't process the whole information, so you just shrugged at woojin's question then sit on the empty chair beside donghyun.
âą everyone is busy chit-chatting while you just eat your food silently.
âą the next hours went by smoothly except those kakao messages that came from other celebrities that you know too (daehwi being a social butterfly)
âą and when your manager calls you for dance and vocal practice today along with the other members
âą ofc you are nervous you don't sing and dance, and daehwi's prob professional especially when writing songs how are you supposed to do that?
âą with cold hands you and the other members enter the practice room.
âą woojin leads it and play a warm-up song first.
âą y/n is very nervous but amused at how daehwi's body moves along the beat.
âą you enjoyed vocal lessons too as you kept making vibrations on the songs.
âą little you did know that woojin is observing you since this morning (y'all know that park woojin is the member whose daehwi are most close with so)
âą you let out a big sigh when the classes are finally over but immediately taken aback when manly arms wrapped around your shoulders.
âą "we should talk," woojin murmured then drag you until you two reach his room.
âą woojin's room is a combination of black and white a typical minimalist person would love this adding his collection of action figurines.
âą he's so manly, you thought to yourself.
âą "daehwi-yah, spill it," he said breaking the silence between the two of you.
âą "i-uh is there something that i s-should spill?" you want to slap yourself for stammering in front of him.
âą while he gave you his 'oh pls btch stop acting like you don't know anything at all'
âą when he realized that you don't have any plans to answer his question
âą "YAHHHH PARK WOO JIN"
âą "see? daehwi is not like that," he said while crossing his arms in front of you.
âą did park woo jin literally brought his face closer to the point that you two could kiss and thinking of it happened a few moments ago made your face red like a tomato.
âą "daehwi's not minding it but youâ who are you?"
âą y/n's heart suddenly beats faster than normal, she wants to defend herself but no words would escape from her lips.
âą "sweetie, don't be afraid it's just me park woo jin" he said smiling showing his snaggletooth.
âą intimidated. that's what you're feeling right now. seeing him this close makes your heartbeat wild adding that he's interrogating you.
âą you didn't have a choice it's now or never so you told woojin everything.
âą at first he didn't believe it but when he challenged you to make simple sentences for lyrics he started to believe you.
âą months past like that, woojin is there guiding you every time he sees that you prob gonna ruin smth
âą y/n and woojin always spend time a lot together after rehearsals, practices, classes, gym, or even if you don't have anything scheduled for the day.
âą you know him for being clingy with daehwi as you always watch their behind clips but damn having skinship with woojin really hits different
âą it made your heart flutter every time he does it (but u only keep it to yourself)
âą he kisses you sometimes on your cheek when you two are alone
âą that's how park woo jin and y/n became close.
âą today y/n is super hype bcs she saw the first snow
âą woojin messaged you on kakao stating that he has a surprise so you two agreed to meet
âą knowing him, maybe it's another prank or somehow something nice happen for him to celebrate it
âą so you decided to wear daehwi's purple balenciaga sweater partnered with burberry coat and ofc his favorite dior bag that you can't forget to bring with
âą you really like to dress up that's why you don't find it hard to style daehwi bcs daehwi already have a lot of designer clothes that made it easier for you
âą before heading out, you sprayed daehwi's saint laurent perfume enjoying your personal favorite scent among his collection
âą "y/n, you're late" woojin called as he waves at you.
âą "i am not, you're just early" you rolled your eyes at him realizing that he wears his balenciaga pack again.
âą others would find it weird but you call it 'pack' bcs his overall fashion is all balenciaga and it makes you roll your eyes more at him bcs you already know that he's freaking rich
âą does he want to slap on my face that he could buy this entire house just for me to say that he's freaking rich? you thought.
âą woojin pulled your wrist making you sit beside him
âą it's not that you feel awkward with him, what's with the pulling and the intense gaze that he gives you right now
âą y/n can't look straight at woojin bcs of her wildly beating heart.
âą woojin held your chin so that you could have an eye to eye contact and when you two haveâ
âą "woojin iâ"
âą "y/n iâ"
âą you both said at the same time.
âą when you broke eye contact and decided to stand up woojin stop you but this time he held your hand.
âą he stands up filling the gap between the two of you
âą y/n stand there froze don't know what to do
âą again woojin approach you, slowly, pulling you closer to him (tho there's not that much diff abt hwi and woojin's height)
âą "i like you, y/n" he said while seriously looking into your eyes
âą and like instructions that you follow to do, next thing you knew you found yourself closing your eyes waiting for his lips to touch with yours
âą but you suddenly feel dizzy,
âą then started to feel hot, mixed emotions.
âą "y/n?" "y/n?"
âą you open your eyes finding yourself in front of your monitor having online classes
âą "y/n, show us your talent now"
âą you don't know what to feel, felt crying bcs finally you are now back with your original body, happy bcs woojin confessed to you a while ago, sad bcs you can't see and bond with them now, and there's a big question mark on why and how you returned in the time of your online classes.
#park woojin imagines#park woojin scenarios#park woojin au#lee daehwi scenarios#lee daehwi imagines#wanna one imagines#ab6ix#ab6ix imagines#wanna one
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Weâve arrived at day four, everyone! Today, the admin team would like to take a moment to appreciate one another. Running a group for two years comes with many moments of excitement and joy. Itâs incredible to see the plot make leaps and bound forwards, and watch characters that first began in our heads flourish into the playerâs own on the dash. It also, admittedly, comes with its challenges; challenges we embrace with enthusiasm as a team, relying on one another and encouraging one another when life gets demanding.
For a DiVerona admin history lesson â Rosey and Jen first opened the group together in August 2018, preparing diligently to launch DiVerona and bring it to Tumblr after a few years of hiatus. Minnie acted as an invisible admin beginning August 2018, offering advice when requested, and came on as an official admin in MAY, 2019. Julie joined our team as the graphics admin in JULY, 2019 and ushered in a beautiful era and graphics revamp for Act II. Last, but certainly not least, Rogue was welcomed to the admin team in APRIL, 2020 to create stunning, heart-wrenching characters and continue building on the momentum of the plot.
Below, you will find a little love letter each admin wrote for one another. For this particular day, we will not be requiring any activity from our members. Feel free to take a break! If youâd like to show admin appreciation, you are free to do so, but we are not expecting it and hope you do not feel pressured to do so.
Thank you all for a wonderful two years of being admins of an incredible group like DiVerona!
JEN
My fire sign soulmate, my BITCH. As an admin, you bring aLL of the Montague spirit and heart and fire, and it shows in how passionate you are when guiding DiVeronaâs story and development. Your creativity? Your flair for drama that inspires the most game-changing plot drops and the most iconic line in this groupâs history? I mean, who else could have come up with infant king? For me, Jen, you embody the creative and collaborative spirit of DiVerona, and I treasure the fun you bring to the group and to the team. On a personal level, you have shown up for me time and time again. For that, I am so, so thankful for you. Your honesty is invaluable to me, whether youâre telling me Iâm being impulsive or need to calm the hell down. Youâre the sense of humor when we need it most, the ride-or-die who both starts adventures and cleans up the messes after, and my dear friend. â MINNIE
Iâve never met someone as passionate as you. You stick to your guns the whole way down and thereâs something so deeply admirable in that -- you take such great pride in the things you do and how hard you work and what you bring to the table both as a writer and as an admin. We have exactly the same sense of humor and I love sending you memes and text posts through Discord at like, four in the morning, and seeing a reply from you when I wake up. Itâs like taking a shot of orange juice right after rolling out of bed. Wakes me right up! Youâre dedicated to the end, even when youâve struggled, and I think that spokes both to your character and who you are as a friend. Youâre like a sister to me in the sense I feel like we see right through each other, and I couldnât be happier to know someone like you and get to work with you, even on opposite sides of the world. Our calls together are one of my favorite things to do -- we just click. <3 -- JULIE
Getting closer to you, Jen, has been one of my favorite parts of coming online as an admin. I have always admired you, Iâve always loved writing with you, but being your friend is one of the most rewarding things in the world. You have such fierce passion for things, all this burning intensity inside of you and an unflinching way of confronting the world that leaves me in absolute awe. The way you can always see around the corner to what a character needs (rather than what they want or what they might say) gives you such a great ability to build masterful plots and expand our world. Our shared weird insomnia has led to so many absolutely insightful, ridiculous, very hazy conversations, and I am shocked the team has put up with us for this long, but also more glad than anything in the world. Every word you write is precious to me, in character or out, and Iâm going to save all of them forever so I can drag you within an inch of your life at ANY moment. Like a clingy little barnacle. I treasure both the experience of working creatively with you and of getting absolutely nothing done with you, and I love you with all my heart!! â ROGUE
to my idiot jen, sometimes i really canât believe how we found each other again. i truly believe that it was no less than fate (and my utter disregard for any sense of self-preservation) that we would come into each otherâs lives right when we did. i have never really questioned why or thought too much on how - because truly i cant really recall a moment where i didnât know everything about you. there are so many things that i love about you: your tuna sandwiches and food pictures, our really really extensive aus, sharing with me every little frightening piece of your heart, forcing vulnerability and honesty and unconditional LOVE and being so very patient with me...over the past two years there has been so much that iâve learned about you and still so much that there is still left to learn and love. i adore you to the moon and back you idiot. - ROSEY
JULIE
Hopefully you're not cringing too hard over this Very Formal Approach that I'm taking but trust me, if I could throw a meme in here somewhere I WOULD. Anyway, ever since you came on board, you've been nothing but a blessing to the team, and I mean that in every sense of the word. Your graphics and aesthetic vision for the group have inspired us in amazing ways, and beyond that you've lifted the team up with your pragmatic sense of judgement and gentle sensitivity to things. You really represent both sides of the same coin, dude, like⊠IT BLOWS MY MIND. I'm so happy to be sharing this anniversary with you, and I'm so proud of you and how far you've come ever since I met you, not just when it comes to the growth of your incredible talents but also when it comes to your writing and your maturity and pretty much everything about you. Thank you for being part of this amazing journey with us. I wouldnât want to share it with anyone else. â JEN
Goosie, I really think youâre the closest thing to a renaissance woman Iâve met, not just in ability but also in who you are. Our entire admin team is pretty creative and original, but you are I think the true artist among us! And while your graphics are truly godlike and unlike anything Iâve ever seen in the RPC before, itâs in your writing I see it most. Youâre the most versatile member on the admin team, Goosie, and I think you ground us in so many ways. Not just in doing major graphic makeovers or writing the single most iconic plot drop of DIVerona, but also with your kindness, compassion, intuition and self-awareness. I really would feel a little lost without you, Goosie - not only as an admin, but as a person! Every time you speak, I want to listen; every time you create anything, I want to frame it in a museum. I love you to fucking BITS, and I am genuinely so proud to call you buddy. (I thought about using friend instead, but buddy felt more accurate for usâŠ) â MINNIE
Where would I begin? How can I even write a note when I feel like everything I do and every act I take is part of how much I love you, because itâs like, an entirely indelible part of me? Julie, youâre one of the most talented people in the world. Literally. Your writing is so piercing, so emotionally intelligent and brave and just vulnerable in a way Iâve never seen. Your graphics and art have such a passion to them; I think I love them because theyâre beautiful, but I know I love them because I see little parts of you in them that delight me every time. I would crawl across broken glass to be a part of anything you do; I feel so lucky that Iâm someone who often gets to see your works in progress, the messy edges of things, the half-finished projects. You bring such warmth to the team and such a grounded, different perspective; there have been so many times where we would entirely miss things if you hadnât pointed them out when we were blind. You are our cornerstone, the one who anchors and glues us all together in so many ways, and I want to bask in that warm glow of your sunlight forever. â ROGUE
to my dearest julie, i wish i could just put a cody ko meme here but i am ABSTAINING EVEN THOUGH I FEEL LIKE YOU KNOW WHICH CODY KO MEME I WOULD PUT HERE. whenever i think about the times that i dragged you back into my life...like there are so many things in life i thank god i did but keeping you in it EVEN WHEN YOU TRIED TO ESCAPE MY CLUTCHES - that is number 1. having late night conversations with you about literally everything and anything makes my heart feel so full. you have been so much to me and trying to put it into words is really really difficult because none of them feel like theyâre ever going to be enough. i love you for so many reasons: your humility, your determination to be there whenever, every single video and podcast you send me, your ability to listen and make people feel heard. you are special and if we are to take on this world i thank god i get to take it on with you. i love you. -- ROSEY
MINNIE
We complete each other and THAT'S JUST THE TEA. I admit, I can be a little over the top and just Too Much sometimes, but you always get me, and it's something that I appreciate more than I can put into words. You're the rock of this team, Minnie, and even though it's a pretty lame way of saying it, it feels right. I truly don't know where the team would be without you, but I know it wouldn't be anywhere near where it is now. You have a way of holding us together, of keeping us steady when we're weighed down or doubtful, with your kind heart, endless calm and unconditional support. I honestly don't know what to thank you for because it feels like there's way too many things and I wouldn't even know where to begin⊠but thank you for being here and being at our side through everything. I'm so proud of you and the amazing, one of a kind person that you are, and I wouldn't wanna share such a special moment with anyone else. â JEN
When it comes down to it, I think the best word to describe you would be a powerhouse. Iâve never met a woman in my life who works quite as fucking hard as you do -- and if not harder, then smarter, yâknow? This past year Iâve spent getting to know you more and more, slowly wheedling you into opening up (motherfucker! We are Known in this house!) and sharing bits and pieces of myself, Iâve come to admire you just for who you are as a person. Iâve learned so much from you in standing my ground and not letting the wind blow me over. Youâre funny and witty and sharp as a knife when it comes to your style of prose, and your love not just for Maeve and Paola but for the group shine through everything you do. Youâve held us all together like glue when we needed some extra assistance and let us know when we needed to pick things up, too. Youâre open and honest with your feelings and I value that so much about you, knowing I can come to you and lay the cards down and ask your opinion on things and youâll give it to me straight. Iâve never really had someone âat my backâ in the sense of friendship, but oh man, Minnie, you make me feel safe, and I think youâll know how much that means when I say it. -- JULIE
Oh, no, Iâve already been so embarrassing about how much I love you Minnie!! I suppose itâs only right I do it on main as well. I genuinely feel like I havenât had another friend in my life who balances with me so well. When weâre united and on our peak shit, we complete each other, shoring up the places where weâre both insecure, making us both feel safer with each other nearby. Iâve written some of my favorite dynamics in RP with you, here at DV, and I donât think Iâd have grown half so much in my outside life or my rp life without you there to talk to. You are also the absolute rock of this team, to steal Jenâs words. When weâre all freaking out and afraid to act or worried about getting stuff wrong, you cut through everyoneâs bullshit and get right to the heart of the matter. Your direct and straightforward way of speaking and of loving is a force for good in the world and on the team, and you are also maybe one of the funniest people alive, or at least in my acquaintance. I love your laugh, I love how open you are with your heart when youâre with us, I love you so very much. I want to write with you and talk to you for as long as you let me. â ROGUE
to twin-flame minnie, i wish you could see my face as i type this because this amount of vulnerability is making me like...ew. but minnie your soul resonates with me so much - never would i have ever thought in the time that weâve known each other (it really did start with a conversation about glitter and then somehow just expanded from there and tbh i am not at all surprised) that i would bare myself to you as much as i have and felt completely and totally understood without having to say things in so many words. i cannot wait for the day when i can sweep you into my arms in a great big hug and i probably will cry when i do because i love you so much. there are too many things to love about you: from your signature giggle, to your ability to take on the world, to your conscientious growth as a person...you give me so much hope. and i donât think itâs necessary to say anything more than that. i love you. -- ROSEY
ROGUE
When you first joined, you fit into the team so naturally, Rogue, it honestly felt as though you had always been a part of it. I remember being SHOOK AS FUCK at all the incredible things that you were doing in NO TIME, like, right from the start, you crafted the most amazing bios, offered the most rich and intriguing input for the plot, and helped us when it comes addressing issues and concerns in a way that made it all so much easier to tackle over time. Not to mention your sunny presence and the unconditional support that you offer, which never fail to brighten everything when we hit a bump in the road or things get a little tough. It's amazing to consider all that you've achieved and all the ways you've uplifted the team despite being with us for the least amount of time. In my eyes, you've always been with us, and I'm SO fucking proud of you and happy to be sharing all of this with you. Thank you for being a part of this team, and a part of this journey with me. â JEN
Maybe itâs a little cheesy to say, but I think the universe meant for us to meet, and having you on the team with us is a gift. We all mesh together so well and you pull things up out of nowhere on the fly, whether it be individual character plot development or actually writing The Most Iconic Plot Drop Of All Time(TM) and letting me tack on a little flourish at the end. Youâre like... the cheese to my cracker, the whipped cream to my slice of pie, the biscuit with my coffee. We complete each other, and you listen to me when I really need to just word vomit all over the floor about something either entirely related or all too related, from time to time. I know if I need to call you anytime I can, and maybe my favorite memory of 2020 so far has been us watching Cats together and just suffering the entire time, but getting through it together. Youâre funny, smart, endlessly endearing, work harder than the devil when it comes to threads and replies, and Iâm grateful as all get out to have you with me in life!! -- JULIE
ROGUE, YOU REALLY CAME IN HERE AND SAID YEAH, IâM GOING TO SHAKE SHIT UP FROM DAY ONE. Whew, I remember one week you knocked out like four bios back-to-back and I just stood there trying to stop myself from booking a flight to your city and camping out in front of your house like the stan that I am. Sometimes, I still canât believe there was a day you werenât on the admin team because you not only fit seamlessly, but you also are just so essential now. Everything youâve done in the few months since you joined our team, Rogue, has been *chefâs kiss* flawless. From the characters that Iâm ANXIOUS to see on the dash to the ways youâve helped guide our decisions and responses, I canât imagine DiVerona and the admin team without you anymore! You brighten my day on a daily basis, and I love brainstorming with you, screaming with you, and I just love YOU! â MINNIE
to baby rogue, you see and know my True Sinner Nature rogue and the fact that you, in turn, have shared yours with me makes me feel so warm and bubbly inside - as well as makes me giggle. we really do have this habit of taking little smidgens of inspiration and connections and growing them into something extraordinary. geeking out about anything and everything within that encyclopedic brain of yours is one of my favorite things - our late night conversations, watching cursed together, plucking characters and plots from each otherâs names as if they were already written in the stars...i dont know how to live without. there are so many things that i love about you: how you want to make everyone feel seen, how inclusive you are and kind, how you foster such creativity to others...i love and treasure you so very much. and we have so many more characters and worlds to explore together. -- ROSEYÂ
ROSEY
I donât think I'll ever forget the day that you asked me if I'd like to be an admin and offered me a spot on the team. It was just you, me and Bree back then and I was way in over my head, but you made me feel at home without even trying, honestly. DV is my first longstanding admin experience and truly the best one I've ever had, and itâs all thanks to you, which is something that I'll always cherish and keep close to my heart. I've looked up to you, learned a lot from you and felt inspired by you over the years, not just because everything was so new to me at the start, but because you're a guiding light for anyone who's lucky enough to have you in their life and share with you the experiences that I have. I'm so incredibly proud of everything we've done together, and proud of you most of all. Thank you for being the one to bring me along for this amazing journey, Rosey, and thank you for going through it with me for two amazing, unforgettable years. â JEN
I think, sometimes, that people think Iâm joking when I tell them you saved my life, Rosey Ro, but you did, in a way that I would never have guessed. I felt utterly alone, coming fresh out of a physically and mentally abusive relationship, juggling court dates and other things that seemed impossible to conquer. Iâd left Diverona unsure of my present, what Iâd considered my past, and my future, but I happened to log into Discord one day and came upon that good oleâ 9+ messages notification. All of them were from you. Every single one. It felt like a sign, of some kind, and so, as I scraped my life together, we chatted and I re-apped for DV, and in spite of tumultuous times on both our ends, I donât regret a fucking minute of it. You have truly helped me in figuring out who I am as an individual person, where I fit in the world, and with every crisis and âOH SHITâ moment, youâve been there for me, whether it was in your writing, your jokes, late night calls with you, messages over Whatsapp knee-deep in irritation or excitement. Youâre the older sister I never got to have. Without Diverona, my life wouldnât be the same. Without you, my life wouldnât be the same. I love you so much. -- JULIE
How far weâve come since we talked about Greek life parties and glitter⊠Rosey, my sister sign and my mirror, the mother to my father, I love you very much. Your creativity is â as we all can tell from DiVeronaâs success â UNMATCHED, and your heart goes even deeper than I think most people realize. For someone who writes some of the scariest and evilest characters, you are one of the most considerate, thoughtful and empathetic people Iâve yet to meet. Thank you for creating this space and reminding us time and time again that weâre more than just admins; weâre individuals with Big Feelings as well as Big Brains. You did an amazing job, Rosey. It doesnât get said enough, and if I could, I would tattoo it to your brain if it meant it would stick: you created a beautiful group, and no one can take that away from you. â MINNIE
Rosey, Rosey, Rosey. All of this is your fault. I never thought I would join any kind of mafia RP, always having been prone to more fantastical settings in my preferences, but when you asked me to look around at the bios, how could I say no? How could I have known it would entirely change my life? Before DV and in DV, you and I have written some of my favorite relationships to work on, some of my favorite threads of all time. You pull out such creativity from me that I never wouldâve imagined existed in my brain. I love you such a ridiculous amount. I could, would, and do talk to you about anything and everything. I want to spend like 50 years of my life fighting with you over whether Hope from Legacies is hot and indulging in our weird shared white boy thirsts. You are so funny, so talented, so bright, so interesting and I donât know how I got so lucky as to be your friend. If you and I arenât writing together when weâre 80 itâs because I died early and tragically and you wore a sexy fascinator to my funeral. â ROGUE
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Stones to Abbigale {Ch. 1}
(Kat)
This is going to be the worst thing Iâve ever read, isnât it?
Am I going to actively want to die? Yes, most likely. But apparently, because I run a blog like this, I can endure suffering.
Flashbacks to Blood Raining Night.
Here we go. We will start with the introduction, written by the onion lord himself.
I want to be direct, my name is Greg. I go by âOnisionâ online.
Okay, I dunno what it is, but something feels off about this sentence.
This book is made up of events that occurred in my own life mixed with fiction from the made up life of James. James is essentially a better version of myself.
I canât imagine how good that could be, seeing as the man who wrote this is a child predator and is just an overall piece of hot garbage.
His home, his school & his life all resemble my own at his age.
Donât ever use a fucking ampersand instead of the word âand.â Itâs just bad grammar.
The people James analyzes and is surrounded by are not so unlike those Iâve known as well.
Analyzes?
Why?
I have experienced much of the loss James has however his happier moments are more often than not also mine.
Then write a memoir. Not this.
I want to share my story without it being purely non-fiction.
I mean, some people do this with books about their lives, but this feels... Odd?
I simply felt this approach would make for a far better book. At points I cried while writing this, at others I laughed.
Congratulations.
I donât care.
Stones To Abbigale is not just a book I wrote, it is a piece of who I am.
Thatâs a given for all writers, but I still donât care.Â
Iâm going to rip this book to shreds.
Okay here we go.
I was asleep until I met her, but when I woke, I learned the meaning of "perfect imperfection."
Is this Onion boy trying to be poetic?
It actually made me want to die.
I've always been the type of person to focus on stars as we spin beneath them, the cool breeze on a sunny day, scattered patches of grass under my feet, the world around me, often forgetting to even glance at the one within.
âThe one within.â
Okay so the way this is written makes those three things seem disconnected. I often do stuff like this when I write, but Iâd write it like âas we spin beneath them, focus on the breeze on a sunny day, on the scattered patches of grass, etc.â
You couldnât pay me all the money in the world to rewrite that garbage sentence. This is all very waxing poetic and not in a good well structured way.
I had remained emotionally unexplored for so much of my life.
That mustâve been boring, not experiencing human emotions like the rest of us.
You sociopath, you.
It's painful knowing some can go an entire lifetime without understanding their own heart, an internal lock waiting for the right key to change everything.
Yeah, whatever, shut the hell up, you whiny idiot.
This is like an introduction by a teenager who just opened a poetry book and was like âyup. I wanna write like that.â
Except you arenât William Blake or Walt Whitman and you never will be.
Sorry, Onion boy.
Except Iâm not.
Die mad about it, grease ball.
It was the first Monday of November. I opened my eyes, blinded by my recently painted wall-to-wall white room. Even my bed frame, constructed of purely metal, was painted white.
Okay, cool. Iâm a descriptive writer and I take every chance I can get to mention details, but even I find this description awkward. It feels irrelevant in this situation.
It bounced off the walls causing my eyelids to desperately clamp together. Painting my room like this was a clear act of subtle self-inflicted psychological torture.
Then why in the sweet hell did you do it? Do you enjoy suffering?
Actually, he probably does.
Because this is edgy as hell.
I was going through another phase, from darkness to light, and repeat. Seemed like the story of my life.
This is so edgy I am in physical pain.
You know your symbolism is good when itâs so random that you have to point it out and explain it to your audience.
My mom could see the darker colors were depressing me, I felt comforted by them, but found there were good aspects of both extremes. I was happy to visit either side, they are both so simple. But right now the intense light bouncing from wall to wall felt like it was ripping my mind in two.
Am I an idiot or is that just... word salad?
My mom didn't wake me. My alarm clock sat on my dresser with no explanation for it's failure to function. The clock only illuminated a blank stare with 8:17 written all over it's face. While entirely robotic, I imagined the clock to have the dumbest possible expression, one complementing its failure to behave any way outside its random glitch-infested nature.
That was the worst way to write a personification ever, but okay.
In the reflection of it's plastic face I could see myself unconsciously making the dumb expression I was imaging the clock to have. I laughed in my casual dorky tone and began to get ready to leave home.
Iâm not laughing, idiot.
Without breakfast, I left for school with a bogus note in hand to idealistically explain my tardiness.
You... You wrote a fake note?
Do you realize you could get in trouble for that?
Youâre an idiot.
I think most of my teachers were too exhausted to worry about small variances in our appearance from time to time. With how low their pay likely was, I imagined there were very few rules most teachers cared about.
That isnât true at all. Teachers have to pay attention to rules unless they want to get, I dunno, fired.
It was another cold day in Lakewood. The wind hit my eyes forcing tears to form in the corners as I sped along the sidewalk at a no-doubt unreasonable speed.
I cannot imagine any good imagery for this scene. Iâm just imagining this gif:
I passed Lauren and Raymon walking the opposite direction, no doubt headed toward the nearby church where all the students go to smoke, make out and hide out till school ends.
Um okay. Does this guy know that if characters donât have relivance to the story, if they have no reason to be named, than they donât have to be?
No.
Because heâs a 34 year old man baby.
They seemed so childish as they held hands and smiled excitedly as if they had gotten away with some tremendous crime.
That sentence seems so robotic I genuinely canât.
Mr. Hanson, my heavy-set, middle-aged history teacher, rolled his eyes as I walked into class. "James, talk to me after class" he said quickly, looking away from me as if I were an undervalued employee who was barely important enough to make eye contact with let alone deliver a full sentence to.
It bothers me so deeply that a new paragraph wasnât started when this character talked.
"I have a note," I said. He ignored me, and continued his lecture on yet another topic that would not only be completely useless later in life, but wasn't even relevant for even a few seconds after the words left his mouth.
Why is this teacher acting like a petty teenager?
Iâm deeply annoyed by this.
And yeah, itâs relevant. You have tests, you idiot. Take notes. And itâs also history, which is, again, relevant.
In conclusion, shut your mouth and stop bitching.
There was only 15 minutes left in the class, but I felt it would be more stimulating to integrate myself into the room to yet again study my classmates' behavior than to sit in a hall watching the rows of scum covered tiles inevitably slide off the decaying walls.
Thatâs a health code violation, friends.
Or Onion is an awful writer and he thinks describing a school like this is a good idea. My money is on that.
For as long as I remember I've enjoyed seeing how people move around and talk to each other, like they're all animals at the zoo.
Something is wrong with you, friend. Liking to people watch is one thing, but doing shit like this is something else entirely.
Uh, try sociopath-like?
Creepy as hell?
Weâll go with both.
I would try to deliver a more accurate analogy if I felt there was one
Bitch, there is. I canât name one off the top of my head because reading this makes me feel like my brain is melting out of my ears, but Iâm 100% sure there is a better analogy. Even though this feels more like a simile.
but so many of them seemed incredibly unaware of themselves, just living life as if it were some generic predefined routine.
Oh, and youâre so much better obviously, you pretentious bastard.
Sometimes I felt like an alien who had a VIP pass to submerge myself in primitive human culture just for entertainment.
Congratulations, thatâs also what you sound like.
I sense everything I can take in around me. The seemingly limitless audible tones, tremors in the voices of growing children rang in my ears. In studying people, I found myself gradually learning to literally feel the various personality types I encountered.
Do you... Do you have psychic powers?
If not, shut your damn mouth.
I hyper analyzed every inconsistent smell, the seemingly random clothing styles, freckles, and assorted hairstyles filled my mind with questions. Trying to rationalize and understand what sequence of events led them to decide who they would become.
You are the most pretentious protagonist I have ever read. Iâm half a chapter in and I already fucking hate you.
This character is so poorly written and immediately unlikable. i cannot relate to him at all and if someone does, I suggest you go get some help because how this asshole is behaving doesnât sound human.
I took favor of categorizing most everyone around me. The socially inept know-it-all, the dumb attention-seeking drama kid
On behalf of all drama kids, go fuck yourself.
and the bleach blonde bimbo who gets overly defensive at the slightest hint of criticism.
Do you mean you?
Onion obviously didnât let anyone edit this garbage.
Then there were the kids who just hoped no one noticed them at all. There was so much to be seen, to be considered and organized in my mind.
Mhm.
I donât care.
Class had just ended so I walked over to Mr. Hanson's' desk &
And*
placed the tardy note down in passing. As I walked out with the rest of my class, he called after me. "James! We still need to talk!" I responded but continued to walk outside the room. "I have to be early to my next class! Let's talk tomorrow!"
Youâre an asshole.
And I hate you.
I walked quickly down the hall towards my art class, which was awkwardly placed in a trailer outside my clearly poorly funded high school.
Um.
Okay.
On my way to the class a fight had already broken out between two jocks who, no doubt, both had controlling, iron-fisted fathers who brainwashed them into believing conflicts between men are best resolved with the bloodying of their fists.
Thatâs a bold thing to assume, dear Onion.
These kinds of men plagued my mind with wonder. I could not conceive a scenario in which they could justify their primitive & pointless mentalities yet they would always continue to perpetuate their self-destructive attitudes as if it offered the slightest legitimate benefit.
Oh, shut your pretentious mouth.
Most everyone nearby crowded around the fight. None of them likely cared who was winning, what it was about or how far it went. All they ever seemed to show concern for was their own amusement, always excited to see violence without having to pull out their wallets to pay for it.
Are you joking?
Where are the teachers?
This is complete bullshit.
This is high school, not a fucking fight club.
Does Onion even try to make this believable? Or is he just vomiting all over his keyboard and just accepting whatever nonsense that makes?
As the sounds of flesh collided fist to cheek & chest quickly followed the howls from the surrounding students. They would scream "Oooohhhh!" as if it were sincerely delightful to witness creatures like themselves suffer & fall apart before their eyes.
The use of ampersands is making me lose my goddamn mind.
Even if I had time to stop, I never really took pleasure in seeing strangers hurt each other. Most all fights seemed avoidable and were often initiated for a senseless reason.
Go choke on air. This protagonist annoys me more than any protagonist has. Iâm not joking. Fuck this dickwad.
I know, you could say it's more complicated than that, I would like to think it were as well, but reality trumps the way I wish things would be. There's no sense in fighting it when doing so rarely helps anyone.
While this is true, this is worded in a way thatâs so pretentious itâs painful and also in a way that paints this protagonist in such a white knight-y way that it makes me want to die.
As I approached my next class the image of Abbi's face illuminated the neon walls of my mind like a projector teasing a theatre screen with fleeting moments of depth & purpose.
That is complete and utter word salad. Stop immediately.
Ever since I met her, she had occupied a part of my consciousness; whenever I wasn't near her I missed her to an unrealistic extent. You could call my longing sad especially considering we had barely talked; she just had a strange effect on me, one no doubt similar to a willful addiction.
Thatâs called a crush, but the way that was just described is so creepy.
There are people in life which we pass by on a daily basis, barely aware of their existence, but on an exceptionally rare occasion you can find a person who fills an area inside your little world you didn't even realize needed filling.
While thatâs technically not untrue, it feels like a lizard person is trying to tell me what having a crush on someone is like.
As I walked up the creaking stairs into my art class trailer I could see Abbi was sitting at her shared-desk, alone, same makeup, hairstyle & general appearance I had thought about repeatedly over the last couple days. She was drawing pictures on her blue-lined paper, distracting herself from the cold that filled the oddly glowing room.
This... This imagery is so fucking weird.
I smiled slightly trying not to be too obvious and sat down on my chilled metal chair positioned a few seats to the left in front of her. Glancing over, I could see she hadn't moved at all, I felt like she didn't even notice me come in.
You arenât the center of her world, so yeah, sheâs focused on something else. Thatâs just how it is, asshat.
I wanted to inspire some acknowledgment of my existence from Abbi so I opened my mouth to greet her when my fingers brushed up against freshly smeared gum under my desk. "Eeew!" I shouted out on impulse. She looked up at me with a blank expression.
Iâve accidentally touched gum on the bottom of my desk before, as I can imagine everyone has, but Iâve never shouted about it like a lunatic.
Bursting into the room came a group of boys. "Dude I think John's done bro!" one of the other boys laughed, saying "Won't see them for a week at least."
Nobody talks like this. Have you ever spoke to another human?
I looked back at Abbi to see she also didn't react to their outburst. Strangely knowing that her apathy was generalized and impersonal gave me comfort.
There needs to be a comma after âstrangely,â but whatever.
Her influence on how I felt was obviously dangerous but I didn't care as no matter how fond I was of the idea that I was not of the world, I knew my place and had no real interest in pretending otherwise.
Explain to me how in the hell thatâs dangerous.
Jason, one of the boys energetically praising the fight they had just seen, sat in his seat next to Abbi. I smirked watching her shoulders shift away from him. Her body language sent a loud message that she had the same impression of Jason as I did. He was just another moron, placed on this Earth to live his life completely unexamined,
That word is not used properly in that sentence.
a pawn that had no awareness of its own role let alone that it was just another tiny component within a massive unstoppably twisted game.
Shut your pretentious mouth because that doesnât make any goddamn fucking sense.
I know it sounds morbid and condescending but my attitude was just something that naturally developed the more I studied human behavior.
Bullshit.
I would be more optimistic but I find doing so would be like walking into a room with no windows and turning out the light. If you refuse to see the world around you for what it is you're just wasting your eyes.
Being optimistic means looking on the good side of things. Youâve heard the glass half empty or half full thing. itâs that. And as someone who jumps between optimism and pessimism, being optimistic isnât like this at all.
Donât try to be poetic or funny, Onion. Those are two things that you arenât.
Art class was about to begin. My teacher, Mrs. Stanley, who looked like she should have retired a ridiculous thirty years ago, approached the front of the room talking about how art is sacred. She also discussed the random object she had us all draw the previous school day and ironically graded it by using her own narrow-minded definition of art.
That isnât ironic.
I always wondered how teachers could even attempt objectively grading art. Is there any logic behind validating a form of self-expression using a cold black and white mathematical system?
Itâs a class where you have to follow the curricula. Shut your damn mouth.
And this is coming from someone who hated her art teacher. But this art teacher was so utterly closed minded that she didnât accept anyone elseâs creative process. She basically told us that if we didnât follow her process, we werenât real artists.
"Today I'm going to place you with partners" Mrs. Stanley said as she pulled out sheets of paper outlining our activities to come. "To keep this simple, I'm going to partner you with the person you are currently assigned to share a desk with" she said. I sighed knowing I was bound to be paired up with Alex, a guy I had specifically asked to be seated away from ever since he peed in a jar literally right next to me under our desk, acting like he was so cool for publicly exposing himself while simultaneously urinating.
That... He expected to be treated like he was cool for this?
Thatâs fucking disgusting.
It happened weeks ago and I still can't figure out what kind of crazy it takes for you to, in the presence of people you barely know but have to see nearly on a daily basis, pee in a jar held in your hand just beneath your desk in the middle of a classroom.
At first when I read this, I thought that the wayit was worded made it sound like Alex forced James to hold the jar while he peed in it, but okay, whatever.
What then? You show it off like you will be praised and accepted as if it were an accomplishment? Alex, despite being borderline mental, was one of my least favorite people to study.
It is actually physically exhausting to read this shit. James is a pretentious asshole.
I couldn't help but feel there was some defect in his mind that invalidated the point of conducting a thorough analysis of him.
This just makes it seem like James has mind reading powers.
He was completely irrelevant when considering the realities of normal human behavior.
Behavior you donât act according to, you lizard person sociopath.
As I was off on a tangent in my own mind I heard a familiar voice ring out, one that inspired the very same emotion you experience when a song you had forgotten you loved, randomly plays in the background of your daily life. "Can I be paired up with James?" her voice was just as I remembered.
Is this Abbi?
I have a friend who spells her name like this, so I really hate that thereâs a character in this shitty book who shares a name with her.
Despite her having not spoken in class in some time, she hadn't changed a note. Abbi had interrupted the teacher just to partner with me, but I asked myself if was it really just to work with me or just to get away from Jason.
Um. Okay.
The teacher, looking irritated but understanding Abbi's discomfort with Jason responded "Alex and Jason, you'll be partners. James, switch seats with Jason" "Thank you!" Abbi said with a slight smile. With a cocky grin Jason stood up and in a comedic fashion smelled his armpit. "Wow, I didn't know I smelled that bad" Jason said as he walked over to sit by Alex.
That isnât funny and Onion boy isnât funny.
Approaching Abbi was no doubt a way scarier act in my mind than it was to everyone around me, I felt like my head was burning from the inside out.
Thatâs a little extreme.
Nevertheless I continued to remind myself that her public outcry to partner with me could have meant nothing. I sat down next to her and did all I could not to turn into a complete dork on her. She reached out and grabbed the project outline that was being passed out. Mrs. Stanley began to read the description of the assignment. "Today you will both be taking something meaningful, but expendable, from your own homes."
If something is meaningful it isnât expendable. Stop.
Mrs. Stanley looked up and emphasized, "That you own!" then looked back down at her paper. "You will tear those items apart here in class. You will then take those items and, using the adhesives, staples and the strings available in class, find a way to create something new out of those possessions."
Thatâs actually kind of an interesting idea. But like. Maybe with a cup? I donât wanna rip apart something I care about.
She looked up and said in a low voice sounding somewhat like Dracula "Two, will become one."
That is unnecessarily creepy. It reads like an innuendo.
Also, what in fresh hell does Draculaâs voice sound like?
Did she say it with a Transylvanian accent? Iâm confused.
Jason raised his hand objecting, "All due respect Mrs. Stanley I'm not breaking something of mine for this class."
Jason has the right idea.
She replied putting her hands on her hips, "That's fine Jason. We'll supply you with a toilet paper rolls, we have plenty of extras around here." Jason suddenly looked disturbed and sarcastically spouted "Freaking great!"
Why???
Thatâs better than ripping apart a t-shirt.
Mrs. Stanley asked, "Are you sure? Your grade shouldn't suffer that much if you two just take Alex's piss jar and tape it to a toilet paper roll. You're already failing this class."
What in the literal fuck?!
You cannot say that to students. No, you canât say that to anyone.
Jason couldn't believe what she had just said
Same.
and Alex maintained an awkward frozen facial expression with his mouth slightly open in his normal weirdo somewhat robotic fashion.
"Oh my god" Abbi whispered under her breath with a slight smirk. I grinned uncontrollably; just seeing her amused was amazing to me.
That wasnât really funny, it was just shocking.
I could hear a scream in the back of my mind reminding me my dorkiness and borderline obsession was escaping through my face.
It's not that I couldn't help being in awe of Abbi and basically every little thing she did, I simply didn't want to change how I felt. In a way, she was like your favorite song or book, you could pretend not to like it and in time with the right mental coaching maybe you would sincerely dislike it, but life just felt so much better embracing your condition entirely, letting all your nerdy admiration flow freely.
This just reads like an obsession. I donât have the energy to actually express how romantic feelings actually feel, but this is terrifying.
Mrs. Stanley continued, "If there's anyone else who has an issue, please take it up with my 1800 number which is?" She put her hand up to the air signaling the students to react but only a couple kids replied aloud with her catch phrase. "1-800-BOO-HOOO" they mumbled.
Sweet Jesus.
So this is what it feels like to lose my mind.
She continued, "Good, now for the rest of class please work with your partner on what you plan to bring and draw up a prototype sketch of what you feel your final piece of art will look like." Mrs. Stanley walked to the back of her room and sat down at her 1950's looking rust-infested desk.
Is this school just a giant health code violation? And what the hell do you mean by â1950âČs desk?â All I got when I googled that were pictures of wooden desks.
I would always laugh internally when I looked at the old thing. Maybe it was my way of coping with the fact I attended one of the most run down schools in the state.
I have nothing that isnât full of curse words and fact checking to say here.
"What are you going to bring James?" Abbi asked.
This sentence is put so Abbi looks like sheâs asking if James is going to bring himself without the comma after the word âbring.â Did Onion really not edit his book at all? These are simple and fixable grammatical mistakes.
It was amazing hearing my name pass her lips but I had no time to think, if I didn't respond right away she would think I was totally awkward. "I... have no idea..." I responded. Smiling she said, "I'm going to bring my hamster cage", I asked, "Did he die or something?" she laughed, "No, I never got one, the cage was just a gift from my dad."
But youâre supposed to cut it up.
Hamster cages are made of metal.
Does Abbi just have superhuman strength? Is she going to bring a pair of bolt cutters?
"Your dad didn't get you a hamster... for the cage?" I asked.
My question exactly.
Sometimes you just...
You just gotta give your daughter a hamster cage but no hamster.
She paused and started to lose her smile.
Oh fabulous, sheâs one of those characters.
At the first sign of her smile fading I felt a crushing pressure in my chest. "Hopefully you can find something that will work with that," she said. I couldn't help but feel like a total jerk despite not even knowing what I did wrong.
That interaction was so... Weird? Robotic? i donât know. Something felt wrong about it.
I had the overwhelming urge to fix how she felt so I took a gamble, "Well, I could always bring that weird vibrating thing my mom hides in her drawers all wrapped up in a cloth" I said.
What is wrong with you?
I cannot fathom what made Onion think this joke was funny.
She busted out laughing hysterically as a huge grinned filled my face. I was so happy I could get her to smile again. "Eeew! James!" she continued to laugh as the extent of my grin began to stress my cheeks. I couldn't remember a time when I was this obvious about how I felt.
This... Something is wrong with just... all the dialogue.
And with the formatting. You make a new paragraph when someone starts talking. A 34 year old man should know this. He writes like me when I first started writing, and while this probably means he just started writing, I was 11 years old when I wrote like this.
He is a 34 year old adult. There is no excuse for how bad this formatting and how generally terribly written these interactions are.
Abbi's laughing trailed off and she paused. Turning to me she said, "You... you didn't actu- ally... your moms?"
*Pained groaning.*
I responded, "No, I wouldn't know about that, but I'm glad it made you laugh." She responded, returning to a soft laugh "You're more goofy than I thought James." I sat next to her looking at my fingers interlaced in front of me; my wide smile relaxed but still filled my cheeks with warmth.
This entire chapter, everything here, is so awkwardly written.
As class came to a close Abbi patted me on my arm. I turned and she handed me a note. Instinctively I put it in my pocket and said "See ya tomorrow", she just smiled and walked away.
????
On my way to my next class, I opened the note. I didn't understand why, but it read "NISEONE."
Not knowing what to make of it and with little time, I stuffed it back in my pocket to look over later.
Yeah, thatâs cryptic as hell.
Not feeling like skating home,
Oh, weâre really getting into edgy 2000âČs shit now.
I got on the bus to see all the normal rejects and misfits waiting. Davis, a short and scrawny kid who had been my best friend since middle school despite being one grade behind me excitedly waved me over.
Oh, good, more terrible characters.
"James! Nice to seeeee you!"
Oh, this bitch needs to die.
he said in seemingly the dorkiest way possible. I smiled as he stood up giving me the window seat, knowing very well by then that I preferred it.
Um. Okay.
As I sat down I began looking out the window, analyzing the little humans running left and right to get on their busses.
Buses*
And I am going to eventually kick your ass for this pretentious bullshit.
Something reached out and caught the corner of my eye. I immediately shifted my head to see what it was and quickly realized it was Abbi standing in the parking lot by some beat-up sedan.
"What'cha looking at James?" Davis asked. Without hesitation I began to respond, "Oh, it's Abbi, she's in my art..." my heart sank as I witnessed a boy I barely knew, named Seth, walk up and kiss Abbi on the lips.
Oh, boo fucking hoo. Get over the fact that she has a life outside of your crush on her.
"James?" Davis said, but by that point his voice was a faint echo in the darkness my mind instantaneously lost itself in. I felt like after a life of numbness I was finally about to truly feel warmth for the first time only to have it all taken away in an instant, leaving me hopeless in the shadows, alone once again.
Cry me a goddamn river.
You angsty pretentious idiot.
Donât give me angsty word salad about how sad this makes you, I donât actually care at all.
I looked down at my knees feeling as if I lost all muscle control in my neck.
That isnât a thing that happens ever when someone is upset.
"Are... you ok?" Davis asked. I responded with hesitation "...I'm... just stupid."
You spoke to her once, you fucking dumbass.
"No you're not. You're one of the coolest guys I know!" Davis replied. I continued my silence as he offered words of encouragement. "Okie dokie, well, you're awesome and should be super happy so if you want to talk, I'm your buddy so... so I'm here to talk."
Thatâs uh, nice of him.
But the way heâs talking sounds like... almost mechanical? All heâs done since he was introduced has been compliment James.
I was too focused on the con- flict raging in my mind to hear anyone at that point. I couldn't think about anything but Seth kissing Abbi the entire trip home.
Oh, get the fuck over it.
That night my mom was literally just serving lentil beans she prepared on her crock-pot for the billionth time, a fair exaggeration but still, it was excessive to say the least. My sister was behaving as she usually did at the dinner table, talking about how stupid she thought school was and how she couldn't wait for college. "How was work mom?"
I mean, Iâm also tired of high school. Iâm really done with judge-y teenagers.
I asked trying to keep my mind off the haunting images looping in my mind.
YOU HAVE HAD ONE FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH HER. CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER, YOU BITCH.
Any normal person would express disappointment over the fact that a person they like has a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner in general, not go into a damn depression about it.
"Well, no one at work respects me or listens to me and I generally can't stand it, but you know, we still have food on the table" she said in a stern tone.
That
That is weirdly passive aggressive and mechanical.
My sister barked as food flew out of her mouth, "Well at least it's not high school. I'm learning how to be a successful person from a bunch of low-income losers."
Oh, I guess bitching runs in the family.
My mom replied "Whatever your teachers are, they have full-time jobs, which is more than a lot of people can say." My mom gave my sister Lisa a disap- pointed look. Lisa was well known for showing little respect for hard-working people. To her it didn't matter how much you gave back to society, it only mattered how much money you made.
Thatâs a very black and white way to look at things.
After the rerun of lentil soup I washed the dishes per my mom's orders and headed to the shower. I sat on the floor of the tub thinking about Abbi, barely feeling the water as it hit my chest.
Sat on the floor... while water hits your chest? Are you like sitting with your back arched so the water can hit your chest?
This imagery is so odd.
I was so consumed with what I had seen that I had completely forgotten the note until that moment. I quickly reached over to my pants resting on the toilette.
Why the fuck did you spell toilet like that?
Thatâs literally the word for âtoiletâ but in French. It isnât a spelling used in English. It just makes you sound even more pretentious.
Also, he reached over to the toilet to grab the note from his pants while heâs in the shower?
Itâs gonna get wet, you idiot.
I had hoped I read it wrong the first time and that it would make sense with a second look only to see it read exactly what I gathered in my initial passing glance. "NISEONE"
I fucking hate you, Onion.
This literally looks like you scrambled your screen name up.
Die.
In a fire.
I mumbled to myself. I joked with the idea in my head that she handed me the wrong note but still assumed it wasn't a failed attempt to say "Nice one," which could be taken as a compliment if you were desperate enough.
That joke, while just a little funnier, is still fucking lame.
Seconds into looking at the note my eyes widened, having figured out what it meant, I jumped up slipping to my feet and screamed "YEAH!!!" I had cracked it, only to immediately after feel completely stupid for not having figured it out sooner.
Iâm just done functioning.
My mom screamed through the door from her bedroom "WHAT?" I responded "Sorry! Nothing!" I hurried to finish showering.
Iâd just assume he got really into jerking off.
Iâll see myself out.
Staring at my phone wearing only a towel, I smiled as I typed in "NISEONE" or "647-3663" into the number keys.
That is the most cryptic and strange way to give someone your phone number.
I assumed we shared the same area code otherwise she likely would have given me a longer sequence of letters and I was right. After two rings I got an answer.âš"What do you want?" a disgruntled man's voice asked.
This... This girl gave this guy a home phone number?
I guess thatâs fine since this is probably set in the early 2000âČs, but itâs still odd.
Like a bad engine struggling to start in a monster movie I clumsily belted out a response "I... uh... I was looking for..." An unenthusiastic female voice in the background said, "Give me the phone." "Whatever" he said dropping phone in front of her.
James can apparently see through the phone, or he wouldnât know that probably Abbiâs dad did this.
"Hello?" I could recognize the voice now it was Abbi.
Trying to hide my excitement by maintaining a normal tone I said, "This is James." Abbi excitedly screamed
Like how girls screamed in Disney Channel shows?
Thatâs ridiculous.
and responded "Oh my god you figured it out!" Hearing her optimistic tone I laughed saying, "So... why..." She interrupted. "I was hoping to find out if you figured out what you're bringing to art class."
Why the hell didnât you just fucking ask? Or give him your regular phone number? This is just unnecessarily complicated.
I said "Oh!" and looked quickly around my room. I couldn't see anything immediately so I just said, "I'll... surprise you!" She then replied "Oh come on, tell me." My eyes locked on to a plausible item for the project. "How about my... bear... I'll bring my bear!"
Youâre okay with destroying a teddy bear? Okay, I guess.
I said. She replied "Oh, ok, oh! I have an idea. Instead of the cage, I'll bring in a stuffed animal of mine and we'll make like, a zombie bear."
Sounds fine.
I donât care.
You guys are fucking boring.
I laughed "Awesome" I said. "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow ok?" she replied happily. I answered "Ok, byeee."
I would appreciate it if you would fuck off.
I canât believe this shit is on GoodReads.
Just before she hung up I could still hear her laughing, leaving me with a sense of accomplishment and a lasting smile as if it were painted across my face.
Thatâs the end of chapter one?
Oh god, okay.
That was.
Terrible.
The characters are bland and flavorless and I cannot get attached to any of them. I can already tell Iâm going to completely despise this.
Iâll see you next time. I need to go think about my life.
~Kat
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Yo yo yo I need to kno more about Cleo!!!
After nearly a month (possibly more) here are some answers! Thanks for your ask, love
Tradition states that only rival heirs of the Moriyamas are sent to the branch family. As a girl, Riko was never a threat. However, since Rikoâs mother died giving birth to her, Kengo blames the death of his wife on Riko and banishes her. The thing about the Moriyamas are that theyâre coldhearted bishes so, when they love, they love with everything theyâve got. With Kengoâs wife dead, his life is cold and empty once more. The name Riko is not be uttered in the Moriyama household, especially not near Kengo. He will scream and cry and throw things. His grief is loud and violent. Many of Kengoâs men are from his wifeâs family or were saved by her from disease and poverty. They owe her their lives and in her dying moments she called them all together to ask of them one last favor. She asked them to renew their pledges to Kengo and be there for him, no matter the cost. None of them refuse. Many silent tears are shed at her funeral. Anyway, all of the men are exceptionally loyal to him bc of this promise. Knowing Kengoâs frenzied grief if over the loss of the woman who loved them all as if they were her own children strengthens their bond with him. All of them secretly keep tabs on Riko, though. She looks just like her mother and it soothes their ragged souls to see their Mistresses features on her daughter.Â
Kengoâs men arenât the only people secretly seeking solace in Riko. All the mystery shrouding the existence of his sister is the reason Ichirou was so intrigued by her. You know how Ania has a binder full of snippets of Kevin and Riko and their achievements and stuff? He has one too, dedicated solely to his sister. He secretly watches her games and interviews.Â
Kengoâs sister, Kana, is always around. She is Kengoâs best friend and closest advisor. When Kengoâs grief gets too much for him, Kana is the one that picks up his broken pieces. At all of the ridiculous fundraising functions they have to attend, Ichirou catches Kana making funny faces at Kengo from across the room. He's stunned by the sight of the soft twitch of his father's lips as he shakes his head in amusement. Unlike his father, Ichirou is all alone. He blames his father for it. Itâs hard being the heir to the most feared crime syndicate in America, especially when youâre going it alone. Riko isnât alone. She has Kevin and Jean and soon she shall have the Wesninski girl too. Ichirou is just a little bit bitter. He spends a lot of time day-dreaming about the day heâll meet his sister. Never in a thousand years did he imagine it with a gun pressed to her head. As he pulls the trigger, his heart shatters into a thousand pieces. He stares emptily out the window of the car.Â
He doesn't find out about Cleo until Rikoâs funeral. Everyone thinks heâs crying because his sister is dead. No. Heâs crying because heâs an uncle and he hadnât even known. After some investigation, he finds out the circumstances of Cleoâs conception. Iâm not going into detail but letâs put it this way: Tetsuji doesnât survive Ichirouâs wrath. It isnât a quick death either.Â
Ichirou loved his sister wholeheartedly but he never got to tell her so. Knowing what he does now, he realizes that she was just as lonely as he was. More than anything, he does not want Cleo to suffer as he and Riko did. His first instinct is for him to take Cleo back. Heâll raise her as every Moriyama woman is raised: a Goddess to be feared and revered. At the funeral he has seen the child sleeping soundly in Wesninskiâs arms and now a small part of him stalled. Life as the daughter of Riko and Tetsuji Moriyama will not be easy. If the public ever found out the circumstances under which Cleo was conceived, theyâd riot at the very idea of her being raised by her uncle. Ichirou had already denounced his uncle and cut ties with him. He was a blemish on the Moriyama name that now threatened to bring them down entirely with his careless actions. No, Ichirou could not take Cleo back. Not if he wanted to preserve some semblance of his family's dignity. Or so her told himself.Â
Unlike his father, Ichirou wasnât quite as coldhearted. Warmth still bloomed in his chest at the laughter of children and smiles still tinged his lips at the sight of the joys of others. Pain still stabbed through him at the sight of men bleeding out on the concrete before him and guilt kept him up at night, tormenting him with thoughts of the families of women left husbandless and children now fatherless. Above all else, he felt nothing but love for his baby niece and he wanted her to love him too. There would come a day when Cleo learned the truth herself. What would she think of Ichirou then? No matter what she might say, there would always be a hint of doubt in her mind insinuating falsehoods about him. Anguish washed over Ichirou at the very thought. He didnât think heâd survive Cleo harboring so much as a single seed of hate in her heart for him. Staying away from her was for the best.Â
Itâs a lot harder than he thought it would be, though. Cleo now lived at Palmetto State in the care of Abigail Winfield and David Wymack. Riko was Evermoreâs unofficial mascot and now Cleo was Palmettoâs. Her face is plastered across every screen in the nation. Many Raven fans are livid with rage. This is the highest betrayal. Riko Moriyama had a child and no one said anything?!?!?! Riots are a thing. Someone tried to kidnap Cleo to take her back to Evermore.Â
The attempted kidnapping is the final straw. First of all, theyâre dismembered parts were sent home to their family in a UPS box. Second of all, Ichirou holds a press conference in which he reveals the truth about Cleoâs birth, explaining why he canât take her in, and making a thinly veiled threat to the remaining Raven fans about what would happen to the next person who tried to harm her. No one ever bothers Palmetto State again.Â
Cleo grows up hating Riko. For a long time, she doesnât know sheâs Rikoâs daughter. All photos of Riko are banned. The adults only ever talk about her when they think Cleo is asleep. Cleo wakes in the middle of the night for a drink of water and creeps over to the kitchen. She can hear the adults angrily hissing at one another. Theyâre talking about someone named Riko with as much hate as Cleoâs ever heard. Wymack is always mad but this is something else. Abby seems upset as well, a truly rare sight. She doesnât know who Riko is but she hates her now.Â
Cleo only finds out when she goes to school. After intense debate, the Foxes decided to keep her last name as it was. It was already too well known to do anything about it. Some kid comes from an exy obsessed family and mentions that she looks a lot like Riko Moriyama. Cleo gets sent to the principal's office for punching the kid.Â
Wymack and Abby can no longer hide it. They sit her down at the kitchen table and tell her the truth. Cleo doesnât take it well. Maybe Iâll talk about the specifics later but thereâs quite a bit of work that goes into that and I need to clear the asks that are already in my inbox.Â
She knows who her father is too but the details are limited because of course they are. Sheâs like 7 rn.Â
After all this drama, she learns about her Uncle Ichirou. She goes behind Wymack and Abbyâs backs to send him a letter. Itâs written in red crayon on a sheet of black construction paper: Evermoreâs colors. Ichirou flips his shit. His beloved little niece has just found out the truth about her birth and the first thing she did was write to him.Â
Itâs after this that Ichirou ends up abolishing the branch family entirely. He keeps all three of his kids, one daughter and two sons, by his side. Heâs still the head of the yakuza tho so I mean⊠he still tortures and kills people. His kids grow up the same way. Heâs literally only soft for his wife, kids, and Cleo.Â
Ania has a bunch of galas and charity balls that she has to attend because she âdonatesâ to the Moriyama foundation. Ichirou makes her bring Cleo along so he can see her. Erin doesnât like the thought of Ichirou being around Cleo so the three of them always arrive together and Erin is never far from Cleo. If she canât be around, Jeanie, Jeremy, Kevin, or Thea are there. Ichirou is never left with Cleo unsupervised for obvious reasons. He wishes it didnât have to be that way but he understands their concern and lets it go.
Since Ichirou isnât really allowed to show physical affection towards her, Cleo gets spoiled rotten by her uncle. Every Christmas, thereâs a shit ton of presents on Wymackâs doorsteps. All the labels read To: Cleo From: Santa in Ichirouâs unmistakable handwriting. Thereâs also just a bunch of presents that show up out of the blue. At least once a month, thereâs some very expensive-as âthingâ in the mail. I mean, this shit belongs in museums. Theyâre almost always Japanese bc Ichirou doesnât want her to forget her heritage. Sheâs got a lot of kimonos and a few samurai swords and ornate hair clips and umbrellas and shoes. Sheâs got a lot of scrolls written in Japanese too which is why she asks Kevin to teach her to speak and write it. Some of the scrolls are actually letters to her from Ichirou. These all go in a special box that she keeps on the top shelf of her closet.
Speaking of Kevin, Thea is an absolute miracle worker. Itâs a long road to his recovery but Thea is there for him the whole way. Cleo is the biggest hurdle on this road. She looks just like Riko. Sheâs got the same bright laugh and brilliant smile. She has the same features as her mother, and grandmother by default, and has the same build. Looking at her, all Kevin can see is Riko.Â
One day he goes to pick her up from daycare. He can only watch as one of Cleoâs friends pushes someone else off the swings and offered the seat to Cleo. Kevinâs heart stopped. Riko would most definitely take the seat, kicking up the mulch in the other childâs face. Instead, Cleo shoves her friend aside and extends a hand to the boy on the ground. She helps him to his feet and wipes away the tears on the little boyâs face. She picks the mulch out of his hair and the splinters from his hand. Kevin is close enough to hear her say to him that a kiss will make it better. She kisses his palm and turns back to her friend. She tells the girl off. Before they know it, the little girl is bawling her eyes out. Cleo hugs her but insists that she needs to apologize to the boy. Satisfied by her friendâs meek apology she offers the kid his seat back. He shakes his head and asks if the girls want a turn. Itâs the first time Kevin realizes that Riko and Cleo arenât the same person. Kevin totally isnât crying when he calls her over and checks her out of the daycare center.Â
Growing up at Palmetto, Cleo meets a lot of kids from broken homes. As a result she becomes really compassionate. She also becomes really touchy-feely. When the kids are sad she likes to give them hugs and hold their hands or pet their hair. She also makes? Them? Presents? Like little beaded necklaces and friendships bracelets. She makes an orange and white rubber band bracelet thing for Wymack and now he keeps his keys on it.
As Iâve mentioned, Cleo is ten when Erin and Ania get married and ask her to come and live with them. Wymack and Abby drive her up to the girlsâ apartment in New York. Cleo is all nerves when she arrives. Sheâs grown up calling them Mom and Mama but now sheâs going to live with them. LikeâŠ. Permanently!!!!!!!!!!
Standing in front of the door, she canât bring herself to knock. Wymack kneels down in front of her and asks her whatâs wrong.Â
âWhat if theyâve changed their minds?â Cleo whispered.Â
âWorst case scenario?â Wymack asked. âYouâll come back with us. I donât think Abby and I are all that bad.âÂ
âYouâre not,â Cleo replied, hastily. Wymack stood back up.
âLook, kid. Itâs not going to be easy for them to adjust to having you around but they will. There isnât a soul on the face of the Earth that loves you more than they do. How could they not? Youâre pretty fucking great,â he said. Abby pursed her lips at Wymackâs language but said nothing.Â
âYou ready, Cleo?â she asked. Cleo nodded and Abbyâs face brightened with a smile. The door opened just as Cleo mustered up the courage to knock. Arms wrapped around her and picked her up off the ground. Aniaâs laughter rang in Cleoâs ears as the crushing weight of the hug knocked the air from her lungs. Kisses were speckled all across her face as Ania stepped out of the apartment and swung Cleo around until they were too dizzy to go on. The world was still spinning as Cleo collapsed beside Ania.Â
âSheâs been here less than a minute and youâre already trying to kill her?â The familiar rough voice caught Cleoâs attention. As her vision settled, she saw Erin leaning against the door frame.Â
âMom,â Cleo whispered, in awe as if Erin was an apparition. Erin remained in the doorway, stone-faced and covered in flour.Â
âNot going to give your mom a hug?â Erin asked finally. Cleo was on her feet in less than a second. She barrelled into Erinâs open arms, nearly knocking her over. Tears gushed from Cleoâs eyes. âThe hell are you crying about, Little One?â Erin muttered into Cleoâs hair. Cleo loosed a shaky laugh. She let Erin pick her up and heard the voices of the others as they entered the house.Â
Cleo loves living with Erin and Ania. Like Wymack said, thereâs an adjustment period but itâs not super long or uncomfortable. Erin is really good with kids and Ania really loves Cleo so they make it work.Â
Sometimes Cleo gets sad, though. Her moms have games that they have to go to often so theyâre always flying out to them. Fortunately, Aaron and Katelyn are living up in New York too. Itâs about a two hour drive out to Uncle Aaronâs. Cleo loves being with him and her cousins, the twins, Lila and Leena. Theyâre really nice and Cleo gets along with them really well. They stay up late braiding each othersâ hair and whispering secrets and telling stories. Katelyn makes the best mac and cheese on the face of the planet Earth and she always makes it whenever she knows Cleoâs especially down. They all sit on the couch together to watch Cleoâs momsâ games. Cleo catches her uncle hasilty scrubbing tears from his eyes at the sight of his sisterâs rare, fierce grin.
Uncle Nicky and Uncle Erik are great. They donât have kids. Instead they have two corgis named Micheal and Jude that fight all the time. The only time they ever seem to get along is when theyâre with Cleo. The two of them like to sit on opposite side of Cleo, sandwiching her in the middle.Â
Uncle Erik is a pastor at the church and he sings in the choir. Heâs almost as good a singer as Erin⊠almost. He teaches Cleo how to sing. He also really likes to bake. Often, Cleoâs moms go on dates where they wander around Stuttgart together and just enjoy each otherâs company. They almost always come home to find Erik and Cleo coated in flour and sugar and chocolate. Cleo uses her newfound baking skills to make things to her mom. Erin is living for it. Ania doesnât approve of the unhealthy diet but she knows Cleo bakes with love so she limits how much Cleo is allowed to bake and instates portion control.Â
Cleo is mildly claustrophobic and the worst of it happens on planes. Ania and Erin have a pre-flight ritual that they extend to include Cleo in as well. Every time Erin has to get on a plane and Ania is there to see her off, she has Erin roll back her armbands (she doesnât wear them anymore but this was back in college) and draws a little heart on the inside of her wrist. Once it dries, Ania will press a kiss to the little heart. Growing up, Ania didnât like plane either so her mother used to do this for her to quiet her fears. It makes Erin and Cleo feel very loved and protected. I mean, they know it doesnât actually doing anything but it always makes them feel a lot better.Â
On Saturday mornings, most kids wake up early to watch cartoons. Cleo wakes up to go snuggle with her moms. Sheâs around 12/13 when she starts this. Most of her momsâ games are on Fridays and they get back late at night or really early in the morning. Cleo wakes up at 9 a.m. and makes breakfast for the three of them and set the table. Everything is usually ready around 10 so sheâll creep into her momsâ room. Both of them are light sleepers so theyâll hear her come in. They sleep spooning each other but they always make space between the two of them so Cleo can wriggle in between them. Their cats, Sir and King, usually come in too. It soft and warm and all of them are happy.Â
Cleo is obviously a part of an exy team. Sheâs the biological daughter of Riko Moriyama and is being raised by Exy stars Erin and Ania Minyard-Josten. What did you expect?Â
Sheâs a striker. A much better one than her mother was. Better than Kevin too. The only person that outshines her is Ania but it doesnât bother Cleo. In fact, it gives her something to aspire towards. She and Ania spend a lot of late nights out at the court with Erin in goal. Family bonding time :â)
Cleo likes getting her nails done. She usually does this with Ania. Ania only ever gets her non-dominant hand done and Cleo doesnât understand. She only starts to understand once she gets married but Iâll get to that in a minute.Â
Thereâs about a 3 year difference between Cleo and Amalia. Okay, look. Kevinâs grad party was wild and he and Thea might have had a little too much to drink. Thatâs how Amalia is conceived. Thea is mortified. Kevin asks her if she wants an abortion. Both of them are pro-choice, especially after learning everything that went down with the birth of Cleo. Thea believes in the right to choose but she could never have an abortion herself. She gives birth to Amalia and it devastated her. Her entire career is put on hold so she can have her baby. Kevin is stressed. He wants doesnât want to sacrifice Theaâs happiness for that of their child. The only compromise they can work out is to have their contracts transferred. They join the team based in Columbia, an hour and a half from the Foxhole Court. They wouldnât dare ask Wymack to raise their child but they do ask for his help. Whenever they travel, Wymack and Abby babysit their granddaughter. The Monsters are at Palmetto for one more year so they help out too. Ania isnât good with kids other than Cleo but she does her best to help. Jeanie and Jeremy get named the godparents but they donât get to see Amalia often until Thea and Kevin move out to the West Coast. The Muldani-Days live in Seattle and the Knoxs remain in California. Visiting them is painful for Ania and Erin but they make new memories with them and so it isnât all bad.Â
Cleo and Amalia are best friends. Kevin and Thea live on the West Coast, on the other end of the nation, so the girls skype a lot. They binge watch shows together like this and help each other with homework too. They always get to see each other when their parents play each other at games and during holidays. Sometimes Kevin will let Amalia stay over with Erin and Ania or vice versa. All of this takes a serious mental toll on Cleo. Sheâs head over heels for Amalia. Sleeping literal inches from her is going to drive Cleo insane. Amalia is as much of a clingy sleeper as her father so she will often throw and arm over Cleo while asleep and draw her close. Cleo is certain sheâs going to die then and there.Â
Anyway, Kevin is shook. All his ptsd comes crashing back in a massive wave. He remembers how Riko treated him. What is Cleo does the same to Amalia? It doesnât take him long to snap out of it. Cleo was raised in a loving home by Wymack, Abby, and the Foxes. All of them are broken but it's part of what made them such good people for her to around. Cleo has learned compassion to a degree that Kevin could only imagine. She is kind-hearted and loving and incredibly genuine. No one was ever going to be good enough for Amalia in Kevinâs eyes but Cleo was definitely as close as heâd hoped to find.Â
He doesnât say anything to Amalia. He doesnât want to hurt Cleoâs chances but he doesnât want to force his daughter to pick Cleo for his sake either.Â
Amalia picks Cleo of her own free will. Their wedding is massive. Kevin breaks down crying as he walks her down the aisle to Cleo. Cleo rushes off the altar and helps him to his feet. She and Amalia walk him to the end before depositing him in a seat beside Thea. Theyâre all giggles and bright smiles as they stand together at the altar.Â
They honeymoon in the French countryside. They spend most of it in bed together. Amalia is asexual so no thatâs not what I meant, you heathens. They just curl up beside one another talking and giggling and kissing bc theyâre happy and in love.Â
Amalia and Cleo become foster parents. They do adopt but it usually older kids, late teens. Due to their age, few of them live with their moms but they all come together for the holidays.Â
Holidays are hell. Cleo and Amalia have like eight kids and then theyâre usually fostering someone. A lot of their kids are married and have their own kids plus their parents and uncles/aunts + grandparents show up. This is the only reason Cleo and Amalia live in a mansion. They need to be able to accommodate all these people.Â
They grow old together. They have those shared tombstones with their graves side by side. Cleo dies first. Amalia doesnât cry. She laughs and dances and tells stories about her wife. Cleoâs funeral is a celebration of her life not the mourning of her death, just the way she would have wanted it to be.Â
Every day up until her own death, Amaila places pink and white carnations on Cleoâs grave. Sheâll sit by her grave and read all her favorite books to her. Amalia misses Cleo dearly but she believes that sheâll return to her beloved when the time comes.Â
#just a pipe dream#erin minyard#ania josten#fem!andreil asks#fem!andreil#cleo moriyama#aaron minyard hc#aaron micheal minyard#aaron minyard#nicky hemmick#nicky/erik#erik klose#the monsters#kevin day#kevin day hc#kevin wymack day#thea muldani#thea muldani day#amalia day#reveal to me your deepest desires
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Different Kisses with Park Seo Joon
Thank you for your request. Today Iâve already posted Boyfriend! Park Seo Joon so letâs look into his kisses, shall we? Much like I mentioned before in the first scenario, Iâm a huge fan of his acting but I had to research a little to see if my thoughts matched! I hope you can enjoy this. Because Iâm writing this back to back, Iâm using the same situation as I did in his first scenario. Itâs also not as detailed as usual because I really feel like Iâm repeating myself so please check out his Boyfriend! scenario for the details that are missing from here.
Kissing Park Seo Joon is like stepping into a Korean Drama yourself and experiencing that mind blowing moment where everything stops when his lips meet yours.
First kiss:
You went on precisely five dates before Seo Joon actually kissed you. He was charming and traditional with courting you, taking you out for coffee, then for a dinner and movie, after that you went to an art exhibition together, a day trip to the beach was your fourth date and finally you had invited him over to yours for a private dinner date, wondering if tonight would be the night where you could become more intimate. You appreciated his pace a lot even though you were often left with avid fantasies of what his lips would feel like upon yours when he dropped you back home. Tonight though you had nowhere to go and hoped it would be you kissing him goodnight before he left.
Dinner went well and snuggling on the sofa was well underway when you felt the man holding you shift a little, your eyes moving from the screen to his face. He was silently watching you with an intense look within his dark eyes, his head inching closer to yours. He hesitated just before your lips, letting out a small breath of air. âCan I kiss you?â he asked and you answered by pushing through the space between you and into his lips, your stomach erupting with desire as he steadied your approach, kissing you back fervently, his hand around your body tightening as his kiss deepened. He finally pulled back, stunned. Seo Joon hadnât expected your first kiss to be that passionate but it definitely lit the fire within him for you, kissing you all night long and even accepting your goodnight kiss when he reluctantly left you for the night.
Public kisses:
Even though youâve been dating for some time and Seo Joon is publicly known for being in a relationship, he is still protective and he tries his best to limit PDA to holding hands or slinging an arm around your waist. There are exceptions to this, such as when youâre overseas together (weâll get to this) or when out on a date. Heâll often kiss the side of your head when feeling more affectionate, using the proximity to talk into your ear what heâs thinking of you.
Private kisses:
Behind closed doors though Seo Joon is very affectionate. He loves holding you in his arms, kissing you gently with lots of smiles. He enjoys seeing how your eyes light up right after youâve kissed him, running his thumbs gently over your cheeks and grinning down at your slight dishevelled expression. Even soft kisses with Seo Joon have the ability to make your heart beat differently and your breathing gets hitched. He likes this effect he holds over you, never wanting to admit that whilst youâre recovering from his kiss that his own heart is just as shaky.
Whenever he gets home from work, youâre the first stop he has after taking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat. If you have been apart for some time, he loves nothing more when he hears you come running from where you had been at his arrival and jump up into his arms, kissing you over and over until youâve both lost the ability to breathe through making up for lost time. Otherwise, heâll come and find you, reaching for your lips and entwining them with his, kissing you with demand from being away from you all day.
Domestically, heâs helpful enough and likes spending time in the kitchen with you, assisting as you cook, hugging you from behind and kissing the side of your face as you attempt to keep an eye on the meal in front of you, and well, not the one behind you. Thereâs also nothing sexier than seeing him vacuum or doing the dishes, skipping up to kiss him in rewards for his efforts.
A lot of the times when you donât have anything planned youâre curled up in each other on the sofa watching movies or television, and itâs such an easy vantage point to place kisses on each other, soft and sweet pecks. Your favourite ones are those that build up into intense moments that make you thankful for being on the sofa as you feel weak all over when you finally pull away. The magic his lips have over you, I swear!
And he does love seeing you in his clothes, but admittedly, it doesnât make him swoon nearly as much as other idols I write for, instead he laughs at how silly you look in his clothes, shaking his head at you when you ask him what the problem is. You always tell him you do it because they smell like him and heâs now thinking of other ways to make you smell like him if you catch my drift. (Itâs a good thing weâre heading into making out now, right?)
Making out:
(Iâm not usually one to put gifs in but I just had to)
When things get passionate between you it builds up pretty quickly in the beginning. Making out doesnât have a routine or a gesture that welcomes the emotions to flow â any time of the day and any situation when youâre in private can elicit you to both end up wrapped up in each other. He loves pinning you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head as he kisses you deeply but if thereâs no wall close enough, he lifts you up onto the counter or table, arching your body up into him as he moans into your mouth over how heated itâs feeling already. He loves when your hands go to his hair, tugging gently as you gasp at his lips leaving a trail of kisses over your upper chest, shoulders and neck, anywhere that he can access your skin from. His hands start roaming over your body, gripping at your curves, and sliding up and down over you, driving you insane. Making out definitely has the ability to head to the bedroom, Seo Joon cursing with how much you make him crazy for you, swiftly picking you up in his arms and taking you to a place where he can appreciate every inch of your body before making you cry out his name in absolute pleasure.
Morning kisses:
Waking up is affectionate with Seo Joon. Full of smiles as you open your eyes to gaze at the man with his loosely draped arm over your waist, your lips spreading out further with his husky morning greeting. And then heâs reaching over to brush his lips over yours softly, humming lightly in happiness at starting out another day with you. It makes you reach to hold his body closer to yours, burying into him and kissing at his bare chest a couple of times before you have to move and get ready for the day.
On the rare chance that neither you have anywhere to be, then you relish in laying in one anotherâs arms, lots of light conversation, giggles and nose bops mingled in with many soft kisses to your lips and forehead. If you could melt away, you would literally every morning with how beautiful he is to wake up beside.
Making up:
Fighting with Seo Joon is rare because he is exceptional with communication. It has always been important for you both to connect on a conversational level and since youâve done so right from the beginning, not much really gets to the stage of an argument. But when it does it can get heated with Seo Joonâs persistent to be right and your reaction to your insecurities fuelling you on. Neither of you naturally like fighting with the other especially when it gets out of control, and you need space to calm down, to consider one anotherâs points without screaming at each other in the moment.
Eventually one of you will find the other to apologise and suggest a plan ahead, not wanting to waste any more time fighting over it. And when thatâs sorted, or mostly done so, Seo Joon will lean his head up against yours, gauging to see if youâre ready to make up with him and feel connected again. You often smile, even if itâs still a little tense, reaching up for his lips in a soft embrace. Itâs nice to know that even if things get heated between you, a gentle kiss can help ease the situation and put you back on track.
Gym kisses:
Working out together is something you both really enjoy doing and like most idols I write this for, itâs a rewarding time. With all the endorphins released and feeling really good inside and out, itâs natural that when you look at each other, Seo Joonâs lowering his head to meet yours with a quick peck or two as you smile at each other on your way back to the car. Itâs an extra reward for the past hour of sweating it out, and you find if he really pushed you hard or if both your training was strenuous that day, when youâre in the car he follows it up with a deeper kiss, joking afterwards that it was to see if your lungs have improved after such a workout. Youâll accept this examination of your well-being any day.
Travelling kisses:
Seo Joon loves to travel the world with you at his side. And whilst itâs often for work, there are times in between projects where you can jet off someplace together, enjoying a whole new world within a different culture and making memories through photos and experiences. Itâs easy within a place so far from home to relax your usual public affection, Seo Joon holding you close at his side in a relaxed manner, leaning down to kiss your cheek often, to talk into your ear or stopping to hug you in the middle of a market. At night when the light fades away so does his restrictions, kissing you with demand under the moonlight on a beach as you walk hand in hand, or sitting in the back of a boutique bar and kissing along your neck in intervals of watching the performance in front of you. Itâs when youâre away like this that you feel the whirlwind of romance within a normal couple experience, not that you donât appreciate the life you live with Seo Joon already but itâs nice to have these moments without a care in the world and his lips firmly attached to yours.
Critical kisses:
Naturally, with a job like Seo Joonâs, it can get pretty stressful at times. And with how competitive he is in nature to succeed at all he puts his mind to if heâs already stressed at doing everything, something unexpected thrown into the mix can really upset him and start his inner critic up. Thankfully, you can tell when he gets like this and offer him your support and advice, quickly diffusing any ability to beat himself up too much. And since you both can talk to the other through any kind of situation, Seo Joon is grateful for your quick recognition of his troubles, burying himself into you and thanking the Lord above for sending you to him. He kisses you from within the embrace first, finding your neck and lightly latching on before trailing up your jawline and sighing when his lips finally meet yours, demanding a little from you before calming back down and holding you close.
Itâs not only you doing this for him though, whenever youâre upset with yourself you receive a very similar treatment, knowing that love can nurture away any type of critical thought.
Practice kisses:
Since Seo Joon has to learn his lines a lot for his projects and you often help him create the scene so he can practice out his lines effectively, it means you also spend a lot of time facing the romance within the story, playing the main female lead character. Itâs only natural that when it gets to kiss scenes that you feel the flutters in your stomach erupt in anticipation, reading the lines ahead and chewing your lips at what you know is about to happen. And without fail every time it gets to the script prompt of the kiss, Seo Joon sweeps in to capture your lips, kissing you with such passion that if you werenât being held up by him your knees would give way. Perhaps because words carry so much weight and desire behind them and youâre invested in playing out your role, these kisses feel more intense than his usual ones, leaving you breathless when he pulls back. With the way heâs panting as well, you know itâs not only you completely riled up, your eyes sizing up his now swollen lips and shaking your head.
âNever kiss anyone else like this,â you murmur before reaching for more of his kisses, blindly finding your way to the closest comfortable spot in the apartment, knowing full well your script lines were going to change now.
âOppaâ kisses:
Itâs no secret that in Park Seo Joonâs career one of his highlighted characters is the one in Kill Me, Heal Me and this is definitely not lost on you. And whilst he whines at you when you playfully look at him, especially if youâre sitting at the table in your apartment drinking something, all whilst telling you not to, you still utter the âOp-pa?â line at him, his eyes growing wide despite knowing it was going to come. Sometimes, very rarely, heâll say his own line in the drama, but most of the time heâs silent as you get up and throw yourself at him, kissing him over and over all over his face until youâre both giggling too hard, Seo Joon playfully throwing you off and darting around your living area with you hot on his heels. Itâs so sweet and playful, and you wonder when he finally stops running about and holds you to him in defeat if he actually hates it as much as he protests. His face is flushed with happiness and the exertion of your play, and there is no better time than then to utter those three magical words at him, his expression changing to one full of complete love, his lips smacking down on yours to deliver you another heart-stopping kiss. Stop it you two, I want this so badly!
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The Teal* Bronco (*Turquoise)
First off I want to tag the amazing @aquadolan whose hilariously accurate reaction videos make me laugh cry every time I see them and makes me feel like we are experiencing the video together and having a laugh like a couple of mates despite being in opposite sides of the world.
Now for my reactions to 'Tricking my brother into thinking his car was flipped'
The ring mmhmmm just yes
The clapping tho? Not about it
Ethan has a shorter attention span then me and that's impressive
I did not pick the boys to like roller skating although they ice skate so it makes sense
Little bitch haha
I like the jumper. It looks fuzzy and cozy
How long did this take to plan? Honestly it seems like it would be taken forever
Roasting the matchingness to the car
He seems to actually be jealous that Gray's favourite car isn't the one he bought. That's adorable. Fuck I'm not even 2 mins into the video
And now the car is broken
Wait did I fuck up? Am I recording?
The gum Ethan. Eww for fuck sake mate don't be a pig.
'I have really bad attentional problems' yeah.. your English might need some work too
When's the last time I ate? -literally something I say most days
Roast him for dropping out of school and not remembering common phrases and sayings
Why do all Ethans pranks involve Graysons cars?
Also not wanting to say what time you wake up. Same
Laughing at yourself
I'm cool, I'm cool actually no I'm not
Groggy or drunk?
Slap. Pain kink anyone?
That damn projector
Air quotes
Did anyone understand the car mumbo jumbo? Like at all? Did anyone care?
Good job keeping a straight face Ethan. He won't suspect a thing.
Fun-ny
Why do boys turn everything into challenges? My nephews do it all the time
Full actor mode
Too many words in Google mate. Google doesn't care why you need a Photoshop artist
More air quotes. Except out of sync.
It's just a prank bro.
Bitter he can't go skating. Poor bubba
Morning voice half an octave lower. Yes please
Groaning. Thank you
I always end up falling asleep at least twice after waking up the first time before getting up. V relatable
Him jumping into bed to pretend to be asleep reminds me of being a kid and bolting through the house in the middle of the night after getting up to get a drink or something, trying to avoid monsters or waking up the parents
Jumpers with shorts?
He's got slippers. Awww
Realising a flaw in his plan when the car doesn't work.
Too many cars in the driveway
CRINGEY PHOTOS. WOO.
Fucking drama queen
That stupid photoshopped photo
Real us. Not actor mode us haha
Mr Dolan đ
Doesn't analyze it too much. Good idea
He has such bloke-ish child like writing
The calf tattoo đ„ș
Socks and slides Grayson? That's almost as bad as socks and sandals. Fucking hell
Love a man in light grey sweats
Run Ethan go back to bed. You're so grounded (idk)
He pulled Ethans hip so hard. Jesus
What is that bike thingy in the background?
WHO DOESN'T LOCK THEIR FUCKING CAR??? YOU FUCKING IMBECILE
Now Gray let's put on our big boy thinking caps. It's not Ethans fault. Entirely. You also didn't lock the fucking car
Booty đ
Not knowing if you have insurance. Mate you should look into that. (Also a very me thing to not know)
Gray is loosing it. Like actually looks like he's gonna do the frustrated crying thing
"That's not chill you need to fix that." Pretty sure sleeping is pretty chill. Also how does one fix being a heavy sleeper (other then by having kids)
"You need to be able to wake up in the morning and get shit done" no need to call me out like that
Let me call the *mumble mumble mumble*
It's fucking turquoise- whelp fuck have to change the title
Who steals a turquoise car at 9am? He's loosing it
Awe he doesn't want people to get hurt. Cutie
Seriously why hasn't he called the police yet? When I got home from my nanas funeral to find my house broken into the first thing I did was call the cops. And then cry cos it was like 10pm and I'd just driven like 12 hrs so I was hella tired
He's V loud. And then V quiet.
You motherfucker. Ok rude but understandable
That sigh of relief and the laughter
All of the adrenaline just left Gray immediately. Also hiding under a blankie? adorable
"Where did you put it?" Immediately forgets haha
Did you ruin it and turn it pink or something? You're getting a rep E and why does Gray assume it would be painted pink?
The sound effect over Gray pulling up his pants to hide his plumbers crack đ
You need to rub it out. I mean ok sure
"I kinked up bro" just why đ
Slap. SPINNING. It's a theme park ride
You stole my car- Dude where's my car movie anyone?
Car upside down you say? Forshadowing
Grayson gives up on life.
Nope never mind he's dramatically throwing himself onto the bed and screaming into the blankets like a teenage girl
Also booty
FROG
Don't dance Grayson
It's all in the puff bro
Mr Dillon, not Dolan, Dillion
Grayson has left the building look
Nose boop
The eye movement. Wait you what?
Beard pulling
Give me the phone. No you are having the phone. Ok fine.
Intense eye contact for real tho
That dumbass look on his face. Grayson is shooketh to hell
Do they even understand any of this car mumbo jumbo? Does it even make any sense?
I don't know shit about insurance. Seriously dude that's not smart
MY CAR
That's not chill bro that's not chill at all. Putting them on a ban for the words chill and bro. More to be added. They use those words more then I use the word mate and that's impressive
I'm taking the phone and subtly suggesting human error (negligence) and a potential law suit
Oh you have footage? Talk to my older brother
I don't know much about cars. Dude
More stupid looks from Gray
I don't wanna see it
More screaming
More yelling Grayson
We can move your car but it's gonna cost you more money
Not falling for that pic
Just put it on the next one. Gray it's not a fucking bus. There's no schedule to have the next one come out. Use your head darlin'
More yelling in the car and swearing
How did he organise the street thing? Like actually.
Also surely it's illegal to pretend to have roadworks and fuck up traffic
VROOM. You go lil blue car
BULGE đ this is when I stopped paying attention the first time I watched it.
What is the camera guy (kyle?) wearing? Who said that be one were allowed to be a thing again? I'm not impressed
Grayson is v frustrated
DON'T LITTER
Neither of you should be allowed to dance. Its not good
That's the wrong question to ask about the camera guy's clothes
Fist clap
Wait where's the car? Is it safe? Poor Gray his brain is malfunctioning
Camera goes to Grayson. Ooh look bulge. Pans away. Move back ooh bulge.
If they keep upping the ante someone's gonna get hurt
I don't know what's inside of me. Never a good thing to say
Still allergic to dogs đ„ș
HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED
I haven't heard you scream that much for that long đ
Grayson's pretty loud. I would like to test that. Please and thank you.
Deep breathing
SOOOO HARD. (I volunteer)
I am going to prank the actual s out of Ethan. Really taking the not swearing thing seriously huh
Sure whatever you say. He doesn't believe you'll get him back Gray. Kick his ass
Bruh
Eric deserves a medal for his phone acting. Well done faceless dude named Eric
I give up. I give up on everything. If that's not a fucking mood
Double bitched sounds like it should mean something else. Just saying
Boob caress
My guard's up. No your guard can't be up. Pretty sure that's not how it works Grayson
Just don't hurt me. Grayson is so not listening to him. He's still mad
No rules
It was fake There's no rules
Ethan being hurt Gray doesn't love his present
Still mad.
Rubs sweat all over comfy jumper. Childish
HE STILL LOOKS FUCKING LIVID.
Alrighty take three of finishing this thing. Tumblr crashed yesterday after I spent like 2 hours writing this and deleted half my comments. I couldn't finish it then cos it was almost 2am and I had work today so I redid it from like the 20 minute mark of the video. Then I saved it to my drafts And published it but it deleted the last like 5 minutes of comments so I had to redo them again. Here's hoping Tumblr sorts it's shit out cos it's late and I have work again tomorrow. đš
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Change of Heart (Follower Celebration Fic #3)
Title: Change of Heart
Pairing: Â Jungkook x reader
Type: shifter!au, wolf!au, angst with a happy ending, Friday Night Lights meets Teen Wolf? Idk.
Word Count: 1,894
Rating: PG Â Â
Warnings: mentions of depression post-bad breakup, language
A/N:  The third of five for my 200 follower celebration! Requested by a lovely anon. This literally wrote itself- I think you can tell sometimes when it flows easier. It was in the notebook that I carry around so I had a fun time deciphering my own handwriting lol. I was tempted to leave it open-ended and ambiguous as I am oft to do, but anon requested happy so I hope you love it. Except for the soulmate thing, it actually has very little to do with shifters.
A/N Update:Â Crap there are so many typos Iâm sorry. Brain and fingers while typing donât communicate well. Working on edits now, but was excited to get it out <3Â
How could you even express what Jungkook meant to you? Until now, you had always kind of taken him for granted. Being with him was like breathing. You didnât think about it until it lost its usual ease. Clearly, you were now in the emotional equivalent of a head cold. Kook was literally the boy next door, and the two of you had been inseparable since the day his parents had dragged him along to welcome the new neighbors; apple pie still steaming in their hands.
If your parents were surprised by the small-town niceties, you couldnât say. Kook and you had been in the midst of a stare-down, some kind of weird kindergarten dominance battle. Later in life, you would realize just how dumb it was to stare down a wolf-shifter, but at the time you hadnât even realized what he was, let alone the finer points of inter-species etiquette. And it didnât much matter, since had caved first, and bounded over to wrap you in a hug. Most of your childhood memories from that time were filled with warmth, whether from the hugs or the pie you couldnât say for certain.
You thought that warmth would continue forever, and for a long time, it did. Your childhood adventures with Kook were filled with pillow forts, catching fireflies, and watching Ironman approximately ten thousand times. But then puberty hit you both like a train, and in very different ways. His shifts started, and he shot up and bulked up, while you filled out in different places, both of you mutually pimply and suddenly awkward.
Childhood warmth morphed into a flame. Pleasant in small amounts but dangerous if left unchecked. So you tried your hardest to keep a lid on your growing feelings. Jungkook had long ago explained that shifters get one mate for life, usually another shifter, so that the person wouldnât be destroyed by the other not reciprocating their feelings. He had explained that while âmateâ implied something physical, it was actually so much more than that-two halves of the same soul residing in different bodies. Not someone to fuck with, literally or metaphorically.  The way he had talked about it at the time made it seem like something far off, like college, marriage, or having kids, so the two of you worked hard in tiptoeing around what that might mean for your friendship. Instead, the two of you continued as you always had, and if his parents shot the two of you knowing looks, neither of you acknowledged it.
As high school dragged on, the two of you became busier, him with varsity football and you with drama club. Your friend groups diverged, but you both still made the time to hang out on the weekend and nerd out together, your friendship never losing that special spark.
Until he started dating a fellow wolf shifter from a nearby school. You presumed it to be serious, since shifters didnât really date casually due to the soul bond. You were never really the jealous type, and Jungkookâs new and improved bunny smile helped you to welcome his girlfriend into your friendship. Â She âgotâ him in ways that you never could, and not just because she was a wolf. Toned, tall, and golden, you were fairly certain that she could run both literal and metaphorical laps around you. It didnât hurt that she was cool and genuinely gorgeous. Why even worry about competing when it was clearly impossible? And toxic?
But you would be lying if you denied the smaller, less secure part of yourself that felt jealous and displaced. Jungkook still tried to make time for your more occasional Friday night hangouts, but she kept taking up more and more of his headspace. When not actively talking about her, he was checking his phone incessantly. Maybe you were being petty, but you still wanted him to be present in your life as well.
Slowly but surely, you started staying later at theater rehearsals and investing more time into other friendships. Correspondingly, Jungkookâs text messages slowed to a trickle. The two of you still ate lunch together most days, but it had become less intense than it had once been. Occasionally, he still gave you those signature one-armed hugs that you secretly loved, his chin resting on the crown of your much lower head. Years ago, he had given you an overly vague description of pack dynamics, and the need for physical affection, which confused you now. Shouldnât he be getting said attentions from his soulmate?A small part of you was flattered that his new relationship hadnât completely displaced you from his pack. âBros beforeâŠ.â whatever, as the expression went.
You convinced yourself it was innocent, particularly since you had started dating an equally nerdy lighting tech you had met through drama club. If his affinity for the MCU replicated someone elseâs, you couldnât say. If his penchant for video games reminded you of a childhood friend, well, everyone loved video games. Nothing to see there. If when kissing him, you envisioned someone elseâs face, well you would never let on. It was never as serious as Kookâs relationship seemed to be.
Though all parties involved knew the inevitable outcome of the blossoming relationship between the two shifters, you had never actually heard Jungkook use the word âsoulmateâ in reference to his girlfriend. Because of books and movies, people tended to think of it as insta-love, but that wasnât (usually) how it worked in real life. For as as much as their inner wolves guided them, they were people as well: emotions, ambitions, tics and traits as much as anyone else.  Even in the âwildâ (though you often snorted at the dramatic image this conjured), there were trial periods, rituals,  and rites of passage. But from the outside, the two of them were the complementary faces of a coin, peas in a pod, tied by the strings of fate, and any other metaphor that someone wanted to use. Maybe it was one of those things Jungkook just knew,without the need to put a label on it.
Or so you thought. Clearly, you didnât know as much about the natural world (or matters of the heart) as you had thought. Most of your knowledge youâd gleaned from NatGeo or Discovery Channel documentaries- you were a suburban kid like any other. Your knowledge of romance came from novels with Fabio or one of his five thousand lookalikes on the cover, CW shows, and your admittedly very lackluster current relationship.  When Kook had found out  he had growled slightly, and immediately tried to mask it with a cough. But youâd known him long enough to not fall for his bullshit. You were indignant though-youâd been supportive of his relationship, so why couldnât he support yours? Sometimes, when the two of you walked down the hallway holding hands, Kook would shoot daggers with his eyes, which you would studiously ignore. But the guy was either oblivious or braver than you gave him credit for.
All these pointed looks and tension should have painted a sign for you (in neon letters) that all was NOT well in paradise, but you were working so hard to suppress what you felt for your childhood friend that it surprised you as much as anyone else when Kookâs girlfriend broke up with him. âBroke upâ was giving her more than she deserved-she had simply taken off one day. Wolf shifters tended to the transient side (Kookâs family being the exception), and one day when another pack was passing through, she decided to run off with the alpha. You didnât know if sheâd found âthe oneâ or was just flighty. And you certainly werenât interested in the politics of the shifter world, but it didnât take a genius to figure out the bump in status she would get from a high school kid to an established alpha. But you couldnât spare her a second thought- your best friend was destroyed. Suddenly, the golden jock of the school was acting like one of the emo kids: dark circles from lack of sleep, appetite wrecked, small things irritating him, or at other times, complete indifference when he should have been irritated.
You didnât know if Kook had it in him to love anyone else- maybe that part of him had left with her.  And it wasnât particularly at the forefront of your mind, but you were genuinely worried about your friend. With the fall play winding down and winter finals fast approaching, you had extra time on your hands that you were supposed to be using to study. Instead, you spent every waking moment with KookâŠand some decidedly not wakeful moments. It was around this time that your own boyfriend broke up with you, citing your emotional unavailability. You felt bad for wasting his time, but you also felt free. It was a relief, honestly, to be over and done with it.
All of the distance between you evaporated in a few weeks, if that. You watched Deadpool and Ant Man, played Overwatch, and tried to distract your friend from his heartbreak. Often, he would fall asleep, head resting on your lap, tears dripping from the corner of his eyes, even in sleep. But his parents had told you later that was the only time he was seemingly at ease enough to sleep at all.
You knew there were things unsaid, but it wasnât the time-not when he was emotionally vulnerable. You didnât want to feel predatory, and it was during this time, things started to fall into place for you. Your own feelings began to crystallize, and you realized that it didnât matter in what way you had him, but that he needed to be in your life. Even if romantic love never materialized, there were other kinds of love that were just as deep and important. And you realized that you loved him, in that way too. Everything else-it was a distraction. It was thoughts like this that strengthened your resolve when things seemed particularly bleak.
Over time, everything you gave to him, he gave back tenfold. He slowly began to smile again, and sleep through the night. But the two of you continued to come and go from school together, one doing homework and waiting for the other if at practice or rehearsal. He never dated again while in high school, and you both ended up going to the local university. You for the in-state tuition breaks and well-rated course of study that you wanted, and himâŠ.well, you werenât sure why, but if the ways his parents smirked was any indication, you might have had an inkling. After a mandatory first year spent in the dorms, the two of you got an apartment near the campus. And though neither of you were ones for lengthy confessions you had an understanding: you were soulmates in whatever way a damaged wolf shifter and human could be.  Never alone and always taking care of each other. Which was why, you were so shocked when, one average day like any other, he got down on one knee, and offered you a small velvet box, telling you that his heart was in your hands,  as it had always been and would always be.
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BTS reaction 2.1.: Dating rumors about them and their little (idol) sister
This one is based on  the following anonymous request:Â
So, basically the public is suspecting you, being an idol, and a BTS member of dating, however you are actually their younger sister, which the fans donât know âŠ
Iâm gonna post this in two parts, and hope Iâm doing this quite original request justice. I really had fun writing this up, imagining their (bad-ass đ) idol sisters and their interactions ... Anyways, I hope you enjoy and whoever requested this is more or less content with my interpretation đ Thanks again for the nice request! Keepâem coming!Â
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1. Kim Seokjin / Jin
It had been a while since your older brother had called you, both of you being incredibly busy with your careers lately. Therefore, you are surprised when your phone rings first thing in the morning, showing six missed calls by your brother already, his sweetly smiling face flashing on the display when you finally take the call. âY/n!?â You can hear the tension in his voice as soon as you pick up. âWhat is it, Jinnie? What happened?â You can hear him breathe deeply, unsteadily on the other end of the line. âJin?â He doesn't reply. âKim Seokjin!?â âWell âŠâ, he sighs, still breathing heavily. âYou should better not go outside today, little sister. There might be lots of paparazzi and reporters headed your way, if theyâre not already there âŠâ Confused, you get up from your bed and go to your window, carefully pushing aside the curtains to secretly take a look at the street. And indeed the sidewalk in front of your idol groupâs dorm is lined with many, many more reporters and photographers than usual. âNo freaking way!â, you gasp. âWhy, Jin? What did you do!?â âWhy would you think I did something!?â âWell, you are calling me at 7 in the morning, so come up with an explanation. And a damn good one at that.â âWell âŠâ âKIM SEOKJIN!â You can hear him sigh through the phone. âThose reporters may or may not be under the impression the two of us are dating...â Your stomach gets upset at the mere thought of it. âYuck! What the hell!? Weâre brother and sister, for godâs sake!â âIndeed, we are. And I believe it might be time to reveal the true nature of our relationship. No reason to hide it anymore anyway. Youâre popular enough without me now, so you wonât have to worry about people harassing you because of your idol brother, you being an idol, too, and all. Theyâre drooling over you already anyway, no thanks to me, my pretty baby sister.â âYouâre not getting out of this with a compliment, Kim Seokjin. You better make damn sure that this misunderstanding is cleared up before people get the wrong idea. Or else âŠâ âOkay, okay!â You can hear the fear in his voice even without seeing his face, the confirmation that you still hold the reins when it comes to your older brother giving you a feeling of satisfaction. âJeez, Iâm still scared of you, even when weâre miles apart. And youâre three years younger than me. How pathetic.â âKim Seokjin. Press conference. NOW.â âAlright, alright, Iâm on it!â
2. Min Yoongi
Out of breath, you come to a halt in front of the door to Yoongiâs building, frantically ringing the bell until finally, a voice sounds over the intercom. âWho is it?â, you instantly recognize the sleepy voice and its annoyed tone. âWho the hell do you think? I know you can see me! And I called like seven times on my way over here! Why didnât you pick up, asshole?â âIâm sorry, Iâm too tired for this shit right now âŠâ You press yourself as closely to the door as possible, frantically looking over your shoulder, paranoid for a very good reason. âOppa! Open the fucking door already! Iâm practically live prey out here!â âWhat?â âThey spotted me walking Min Holly, okay!!??? Itâs all over the internet! Have you been sleeping under some rock for the past six hours??â âI was at the studio âŠâŠ.. napping.â âI DONâT FUCKING CARE! Open the door! Theyâre coming!â Thanks to your intense physical training and daily dance practice as an idol you had been able to easily take the lead, leaving the most of the reporters far behind, however the first of them are already catching up with you, moving in at a dangerous speed, only meters separating you now. âMIN YOONGI! DOOR! NOW!â At last the relieving sound of the buzzer fills the chilly air and you can feel the door yield under your weight, quickly closing it behind you as soon as you slip inside and before any of the reporters can get to it. Completely drained, you sink to the floor right then and there, releasing Min Holly, who youâd been holding close to your chest ever since the paparazzi had started chasing you like rabid animals. âYou okay, y/n?â You look up at Yoongi standing in front of you, rubbing his eyes, his expression indifferent, his hair tousled. âDo I look okay!?â âNo. You look like shit.â âPerfect. I see sooooo many pretty pictures of me popping up on social media tomorrow morning. Like this couldn't have gotten any better âŠâ
Using your sleeve you brush the sweat off your forehead, still breathing heavily.Â
âSeriously!?â, you scoff at Yoongi who seems to have forgotten all about you, his attention solely focused on his dog cradled in his arms. âPoor Holly baby. Did those crazy people scare you? Did y/n not take good care of you?â âTssâ, you hiss, barely managing to get up, your legs still sore from running all the way here. âI protected Hollyâs sorry ass from a mob of wack jobs! Iâm a freaking hero, thatâs what I am, and all you can see is your dog.â He looks over at you, a smug grin on his face. âYou know thatâs not true. And youâre adorable when youâre angry, little sis.â âYah! Watch your mouth. Iâm almost half a head taller than you.â âYet two and a half years younger. Iâm clearly the more mature one in this equation.â âYou wish!â You scowl at him. âAnyways, those nasty paparazzi saw me walking Min Holly, took a couple of pictures, posted them online and realized she was also your dog and moreover wearing the exact same collar as in your twitter post from last night. So your, no, our, crazy fans connected the dots, or at least they think they did, and came to the conclusion that weâre head over heels for each other and secretly dating. And, oh boy, they ship us hard. So, deal with it.â Yoongi grimaces in disgust at the mere idea of people thinking he would be intimate with you, his sister. âEww! Ewwwww! NO! NO WAY! Why would they even â? We have to ââ âI strongly second that! So, letâs get to it and write up some kind of explanation. Itâs time A.R.M.Y. gets to know your charming idol sister...â
3. Jung Hoseok
âNow, letâs practice the last ten steps just one more time for tonight. Come on! Up on your feet!â Hoseok claps his hands at you, smiling brightly. You canât believe your brotherâs persistent enthusiasm. âHobi, youâre killing me! Literally!â, you whine, dramatically falling to your knees, sweat dripping from your forehead. âJeez, you are most definitely brother and sister, both such drama queensâ, Jimin teases from a corner of the room where heâs been sitting and watching you for the past couple of cycles of the choreo your older brother had put you through. âShut your pretty mouth, babeâ, you respond, knowing all too well that he is right, though. âJimin, stop distracting your girlfriend!â, Hoseok scolds him. âShe has a comeback stage tomorrow and her members are counting on her!â âAlright, alright!â, Jimin backs off, his hands raised in resignation. âIâll just be over here in my corner, quietly admiring my favorite dance machines at work.â You blow him a kiss before you get back to your spot and Hoseok starts the music again. About an hour later the both of you are finally satisfied with your performance and you get ready to leave for your dorm. In the doorway, Hoseok stops you to give you some more advice on that one tricky part of the dance you had struggled with before tonight, just to make sure you are best prepared. âAlright, Hobi, I got it. Iâm gonna be just fine tomorrow, thanks to you. Bets dance tutor ever!â You get on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. âMake sure to watch me tomorrow, will you?â âOf course! I always watch my talented sisterâs performances. I have each and every one of them recorded, tooâ, he smiles at you proudly. âAww, youâre too sweet, Hobi.â You say your goodbyes and wish each other a good night, however, as you step out into the night, it suddenly starts to rain, big, cold drops falling from the dark gray sky. âOh, no! My car is almost a block away!â âNo worries, sis, Iâll come with!â Being the gentle man he is, Hoseok takes off his windbreaker and holds it up above your heads as a cover against the rain, accompanying you all the way to your car. âThanks, oppa!â Again, you stretch to place a kiss on his cheek before you get into your car. The next morning, a call from Jimin wakes you far too early. âJimin-ah, what the hell!? Itâs not even six oâclock yet. I need my sleeeeep!â âNo. You need to check your twitter. Now. It must be blowing up with mentions of you and Hobi-hyung by now.â Confused, still half asleep, you sit up, grabbing you laptop. âWhat? Why?â âJust take a look.â You do as told and canât seem to catch your breath. Trending hashtag: #HobiDumpThisSlut âWhat the hell!!!?â, you finally manage to gasp. But what pops up in your timeline next as most recent is even worse. You can hear Jimin cough on the other end of the line. âNO, HE DID NOT!â, you exclaim, directed at no one in particular, one hand covering your mouth, jaw dropped, your eyes fixed on the tweets Hoseok just posted a few seconds ago through the official BTS account.Â
Dear ARMY! All of you should calm down and take a step back! This is MY SISTER you are calling a slut here!! And how can you just claim she is my secret girlfriend and drag her name through the mud like that?Â
All I did was protect her from the rain and all she did was kiss me on the cheek! In an innocent, sisterly way! At THAT you leap instantly. But she and Jimin have been seeing each other for almost a YEAR and nobody noticed.Â
So stop making things up and just live your lives, please, and leave my sister alone, if you could be so kind. Thank you.
they read.
You just sit there, frozen, blankly staring at the screen in disbelief.
âDid he just freaking expose us!?â, you can hear Jimin scream on the phone, his voice high pitched in panic. âOh, Hobi âŠâ
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New project I'm toying with. Whacha think, folks?
I'm tagging this with Reylo tags because that's the main focus of my blog and people there read my Ao3 Reylo Fanfic.
Here is an original story I'm working on.
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He's like a male Molly Ringwald.
That was my first impression of Ben Johnson when he completed his first season on my favorite television show. In his rookie year as a celebrity his character had come on the show as the slightly odd and geeky but still charming and rather attractive in an unusual way that you could spend hours pondering without ever being able to explain the how or why of.
The next year he finished the season by winning the heart of the beautiful Esmeralda Crain, the central "beautiful young focal character" of the ensemble driven primetime drama that I watch with an almost religious fervor.
The show, "Finding Me" is an hour every week from June to September of pure unadulterated drama about a dozen just out of college, young people finding their way in the world. It's shot like a 'reality' show, but it's fully scripted and jam packed with amazingly talented actors and actresses. I can't get enough of it.
By season three I was blogging about it on three different social media websites, spending every second of my free time obsessing over the show. In truth, I spent my unfree time obsessing quietly while I check bags and wave a metal detector wand around people at my local airport.
Season 7 has just wrapped up and somewhere along the way, I fell head over heels for the character Miles Adams. I tuned in every week after season three just to see Miles. The other 10 people on the show were great, but Miles and Esmeralda stole the show in season three⊠and for me, in my obsessive frenzy, they became the pair I loved the absolute most. They were perfect together.
The actors who played them - Ben Johnson and Emmy Star (no, that's really her birth name, I googled her) were superb. By season 4 they were each making four times more money per episode than anyone else in the cast.
Of course, when they flew to vegas during the season four finale and got married during the airing of Miles and Esmeralda's own vegas elopement the internet exploded with the impact of an atom bomb.
Some people were flat out convinced that it had been a sham, a publicity stunt, a way to make the show more money so that it could afford Season five's pay raises for the entire cast, including doubling Ben and Emmy's already impressive salaries.
I never believed that. No way. Ben and Emmy, or Bemmy as I call them, have waaaay too much chemistry onscreen and off to be faking it. No, the show making more money was a natural consequence of having the most talented young cast ever assembled in one show. Period. End of discussion. Fin. I will not hear another word about it.
Of course, in every fandom you find trolls⊠With six couples, a lot of cross-relationship sexual tension, and a highly diverse cast season seven Finding Me's social media following is a breeding ground for fandom trolls. We real fans call them "antis." They whine endlessly about the show but for some reason wont just stop watching it. I do not get those people. They annoy me.
So here I am, in my cheap polyester uniform with my shiney little badge and clunky black patton leather steal toed boots, daydreaming about Miles' gorgeous, fiery, brown-eyed smoulder while I wave through a pretty blond that towered over me by a good six inches.
Mile's eyes have the most intense quality about them. He can literally boil freezing water with a single stare. I'm not sure at exactly what point he went from "geeky" to "omfg I totally would trade my soul for just one night with him" but I think it might have been the season two smouldering hot ten second stare down while stalking toward Esmeralda with pure unfiltered, unbridaled lust rippling off of him like heat waves off desert sand. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was the moment.
Just the thought of that moment is enough to make me blush as I blink away the image. I glance up at the guy who'd just set off the metal detector as I pass the wand across his chest. I freeze. My brain crashes against my skull and I stand there gaping like a fish out of water as Miles Adams stares back at me in annoyance.
I blink.
No, not Miles Adams.
Ben Johnson.
Ben "omfg" Johnson is scowling at me. In the flesh. At MY airport! In Real Life!
I watched in fascination as the annoyed look melted off his face and alarm flashed ahead of concern that gave way to amusement and finally turned to exasperation.
"Breathe." He rolled his eyes and said, half mockingly - half coaxingly with a slight grin on his lips.
In Dolby Digital his voice caresses you like tattered silk, in real life, it's more like a cat's tongue.
His eyes widen and he half reaches for me. "No, really, you need to breathe."
Oh, god. His voice... is talking to me!
"Shit!" He hissed as his face, that incredibly expressive face of his, swam before my eyes.
I blinked and found myself looking up into his frowning face.
"Dear god, not again." Came an annoyed female voice. "They're never going to stop doing that if you keep catching them."
Ben turned a quick scowl toward someone above my head then looked back and asked me, "Are you alright?"
That's when three things hit me at once.
One, I'm cradled in his arms, across his lap as he squats down in front of the metal detectors.
Two, his eyes are prismatic, a totally different shade, ranging from black to amber-yellow depending on how the light hits them.
Three, I'm making a total ass of myself by continuing to stare at him - dumbstruck and drooling.
Reality set in with the suddenness and force of a high speed mid-air collision.
I apologized profusely as I fought my way through 10 tons of humiliation and panic to get to my feet. My mortification could not have been more complete⊠until I chanced a glance upward and spotted a trickle of blood oozing down his chin.
I have never wanted to cry so badly in my life.
Without another word I took off at a dead run for the nearest ladies room where I immediately screamed "Fuck!" at the top of my lungs. That didn't help much so I did it a few more times before I began ugly-crying my eyes out.
It took me a good hour to get control of myself enough to clock out amidst pitying glances and some snickering from my fellow security guards. I kept my eyes straight ahead as I walked briskly out to my car.
I'd been at Bluegrass for five years. I'd seen celebrities before. Admittedly, not many⊠but some! Johnny Depp once came through my line! I was calm, cool and professional. No sweat. Under no circumstances have I ever lost my shit over anything or anyone like I did with Ben Johnson. Not even close.
I called in and talked my supervisor into arranging two weeks worth of my accrued vacation for the immediate future. It was too easy. He had obviously been appraised of my blunder.
I hung up and cried myself to sleep at four o'clock in the afternoon.
The next two weeks were more of the same. Log in to check my blogs, weep as soon as I see a picture of him, log out and cry myself to sleep. Wake up, go pee, see myself in the mirror and burst into tears. Pull a burrito out of the microwave, set it on a paper plate, burst into tears.
About midway through the second week I got rip roaring drunk... at home⊠alone⊠with a half gallon tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a half gallon bottle of Smirnoff.
It tasted terrible when it made an encore appearance later on.
As I lay there next to the toilet, in the fetal position, my hair wet from both sweat and vomit, I pondered my life and it's recent trials and tribulations.
The most comforting thought came to me as the room spun like a drunken tilt-a-whirl. It doesn't actually matter what happened when Ben Johnson unexpectedly jumped out of my fantacy and into my reality⊠I'd never see him again.
Another highly comforting thought was that my co-workers will surely have moved back to their favorite gossip topic, Shirleen Dabney's love life, and forgotten all about me fainting and then splitting the lip of my favorite celebrity by now. Surely. It's not like they're blogging about it. Shirleen's love life is way more interesting than lil ole me.
Shirleen is a tall, leggy, redhead with surgically enhanced ta tas and an ass like a fetishist porn star. She's been picked up and dropped off to work by twelve different men in the three months she's been at Bluegrass. Twelve! Different! Men! That works out to one a week. The security room is abuzz with gossip about her every second that she's not in it⊠and dead silent when she is.
With two more Shir-boys to gossip about, no doubt my little incedent with a t.v. star is long forgotten.
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