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marsxcutie · 6 months ago

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Fixation│Jonathan Crane x Reader

Fixation - Part 2

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A/N: Part two babey, some more plot development. Reader's appearance is pretty specific, let me know if a more general profile is preferred! Storyline is based in a more modern-ish setting. (There's computers and social media and stuff) This story is definitely going to be a longer series!! But trust, the stuff ya'll came for will be written hehe

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) is Arkham's new lead psychologist in the developing acute pediatric unit. Dr. Crane soon becomes fixated on the pretty young doctor. Is she just as fixated on him?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: patient being creepy and slightly aggressive towards reader but that's about it for this part

Jonathan’s POV

“Come in.” I responded to the swift knock at my door. The door opened and I looked up from my paperwork to see Rick standing in my doorway. “The new gal’s here, her temporary office is right next door actually.” I gave him a nod. Rick turned to leave but stopped, “Oh and I should mention, she’s quite the looker.” Rick chuckled and closed the door behind him, not waiting for a response from me.

I sighed and closed the file I was working on. I opened my desk drawer and tucked it under the false bottom, not wanting the new girl, or anyone for that matter to see the contents. If anyone found out about these unorthodox methods, it would be trouble for me.

I made the short walk to her office door, giving a hard knock, not waiting for a response and opening the door. Her long (H/C) swung over her shoulder as she quickly turned her head towards me, a light floral smell hit my nose. Her reaction to me was not subtle in the slightest, her glossy lips parted slightly and her eyes went wide. I tried my best not to smirk at her schoolgirl reaction. Instead, I gave her a soft smile and extended my hand.

She stuttered out a greeting and reached out a perfectly manicured hand, her grasp very gentle. Her voice was soft and her face was slightly flushed. She was very beautiful, a very pretty face, I noted in my head. Soft skin, her makeup was subtle but complimented her features, long silky (H/C) hair, and a petite hourglass figure. Even with her heels on she had to look up at me. She looked far too young to be a doctor, but her seemingly gentle nature made sense for a pediatric doctor.

“We can start your training in my office.” I turned and beckoned her to follow me.

Dr. Crane’s office was pretty bare, only a few diplomas and awards in frames hung from the walls. No pictures of family or loved ones were to be seen. His desk was neat, everything seemed to have its own designated spot. He pulled up a chair from in front of his desk to the side, close to his chair. He gestured for you to take a seat. You smoothed your pencil skirt over your bottom before sitting down, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright, so I’ll just be showing you how to do proper documentation for intakes today.” Dr. Crane pulled out a file and put it between the two of you. He scooted closer to you, the sudden proximity making your face flush again.

You two spent the next two hours watching and listening to Dr. Crane go over paperwork. His serious demeanor and his almost condescending tone made you feel small. He wasn’t exactly mean but he also wasn’t friendly towards you. You caught yourself frequently staring at his hands, they were veiny and his fingers were long and slender. You silently scolded the dirty thoughts out of your head. Crushing on your colleague two hours into your first day was probably not a great idea.

Dr. Crane looked up at the clock and sighed. “I do actually have a session scheduled with a patient in about 10 minutes, would you like to sit in?” He turned to face you, “Obviously a session with a child will look a lot different but it would still be a good learning experience.”

You nodded, “I would love to sit in and shadow.”

Dr. Crane led you further into the building into a small intake room. “Do you not usually meet with patients in your office?” He didn’t look up from his file but answered, “It’s a personal preference for me to not meet with them in my office.” He grabbed a chair and drug it to the corner of the room, “This patient can be a little…aggressive, I’d prefer if you sat over here for your own safety.” Jonathan looked over at you expectantly. “That makes sense.” You made your way over to the chair, taking a seat and crossing your legs. Jonathan went back to the table in the middle of the room and took a seat, going over the file once more.

The door swung open and a guard entered with a tall lanky man. The patient's eyes immediately darted to you. The patient stopped in his tracks and grinned widely, opening his mouth to say something but was cut off by Dr. Crane, "May I remind you that if you cannot behave we will have to meet at another time." Dr. Crane's tone was stern and he hadn't even bothered to turn and face the patient. The tall lanky man scoffed and continued his walk to the chair opposite of Dr. Crane.

"How have you been, Elias?" Dr. Crane still hadn't looked up from the file.

"Who's the babe in the corner doc? Is she going to be taking over fo-"

"Ms. (L/N) will not be working with any of the patients in this wing and quite frankly it's none of your business. I will continue as your doctor until further notice." Dr. Crane finally had looked up from the file, his back was facing you so you couldn't see his facial expression but his tone sent a chill up your spine.

The patient seemed excited at Dr. Crane's reaction, "That's a damn shame. One session with her and aaaaaall my problems would be fixed." He shifted his gaze to you and winked, keeping a creepy grin plastered on his face.

Dr. Crane motioned to the guard.

"Hey, hey, hey alright alright doc I'll behave." Elias threw his hands up in feign surrender.

Dr. Crane nodded to the guard and spoke again, "Last week we increased your dose of fluoxetine to 40mg, do you notice any difference."

Elias sighed dramatically, tilting his head back. "Well doc. I'm still having fantasies about butchering women." He suddenly put his forearms on the table and leaned closer to Dr. Crane, "Especially the pretty ones." He grinned wide and flashed his gaze over to you.

Dr. Crane gave him no reaction, knowing that's what he wanted. "That's unfortunate to hear Elias, I think I'll increase your dose t-"

Elias slammed his hands on the table. making you jump and press your back into your chair. "I don't need anymore damn meds!" His voice was raised and his eyes went wide. This must have been tame behavior for this man because neither Dr. Crane or the guard had a reaction to his behavior. Elias had seemed to forget about you, his crazed eyes trained on Dr. Crane, challenging him.

Dr. Crane was silent for several moments, simply maintaining eye contact with Elias. This must have been an effective method as Elias eventually sat back in his chair, his face going back to a neutral expression.

The rest of the session went pretty peacefully. Elias would occasionally dart his eyes to you and give you that same creepy grin but no more inappropriate comments were made. At the end of the session, the guard escorted Elias back towards the door. He gave you one last grin as he left, "I'll see you later, beautiful."

You let out a big breath you didn't realize you were holding in. "Are you alright?" Dr. Crane was now in front of you, offering you his hand. You took his hand and nodded. He helped you out of your chair, as if you weren't stable enough to do so, "I'm sure you could handle yourself but I am quite relieved you won't be working with men like Elias."

You nodded and let out a small laugh, "I think I will get along with the children better."

Jonathan's POV

I guided (Y/N) back to my office. It didn't show but the session with Elias had vexed me. His behavior towards (Y/N) angered me, knowing what awful things he was fantasizing about. His comment about butchering women wasn't just to scare her, it was completely true. I felt a tinge of guilt knowing that (Y/N) is now probably at the forefront of his sick fantasies.

A sense of protectiveness washed over me once I saw how pale she had gone, the worried look on her face. Someone like her needed protection. She was fragile, gentle, good.

She needed me.

Part 3

#Jonathan Crane x Reader #Scarecrow x Reader #Jonathan Crane #Batman

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kedreeva · 2 years ago

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There were a lot of good (and some weird) things about vending at this reptile expo, but hands down the best part was getting to sell my mice in person. Usually people contact me through my business page and arrange the sale ahead of time, and local pickup is at a third public location - a gas station that surely thinks I'm making shady drug deals in their side parking lot with how often I'm over there and I don't know if they would consider that better or worse than being up to mouse shenanigans - so I only ever get to talk to people for a hot second in person while we transfer animals and cash. They rarely handle the mice at all in front of me.

But the expo? Holy shit, man. The look on people's faces when they read the sign that said "please touch, we're very friendly!" or when they started to walk past thinking I had feeder mice only to hear me call "do you want to hold a mouse?" My table was PACKED with people jammed around the mouse bin marveling at how soft mice are and how nice they were. I repeated dozens and dozens of times about how they're bred for temperament, yes the ears are bred that way for show, yes the tail is longer because of show breeding. I repeated so many times "she won't jump out of your hands/bite I promise." I had dozens, probably 100+ kids LIGHT UP when I asked if they wanted to hold or pet one. One small boy, maybe 2 years old max, spotted my mice from like 15 feet away and his whole posture changed and he shrieked MOUSE??!! and lunged towards them from his mother's arms and only her incredibly fast reflexes saved him. I was asked several times why the mice hadn't pooped or peed on anyone, and had to explain how that's a stress behavior from mice that aren't bred to be comfortable being handled.

And it's always especially gratifying when people scared of mice will come pet or hold them after I tell them they don't have to, but also they'll never meet a nicer mouse and you won't BELIEVE how soft they are. How many times today I heard "oh... I didn't know they could be this sweet." Adults and kids alike! There was one little girl who so very badly wanted to hold one but she was so scared about it her hands started shaking as I was getting ready to put the mouse in them... And the moment the mouse was in her hands she literally melted. I don't have a better word, she relaxed completely and her face lit up as she smiled in relief. I don't know what she was expecting but whatever it was, the mouse she held put her at complete ease.

Like idk. Idk. I sold every single mouse I brought. Easily! Hours before the end of the expo. And made so, so many people happy just to experience them. It's enough to make me want to bring some ambassadors. I had a couple of my Really friendly girls there that were just so desperate to climb into hands they hopped up into the hands of complete strangers. Not one person got even a nip, not even the small children who got overexcited or anxious and grabbed a little too hard for a second. I am extremely proud of my gals, I think they really showed people how gentle and good mice can be.

Anyway. Completely worth it. I'm going to make a sign explaining the things I repeated 70 biajillion times to save my poor throat, and go back next month.

#mice #mouse #rodent #rodents #my pets #personal

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suusoh · 3 months ago

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(Nothing out of the ordinary. just a buncha gals looking at and talking about each other's bust like two normal friends. Reader gets boob..envy? boob curiosity? with Anna. self-indulgent so Itty bitty titty community rise up!!)

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round.

They're so... round. What is that- a B cup? C? You don't know. You feel like squinting your eyes a bit more to try and focus on the distance of the peak of her mound to the base of her chest. How many inches of distance is that? Maybe you can mentally calculate it. Though you have to take into consideration the fabric of her turtleneck.

They look really squishy too. You wonder if you held on one of it, would it be as soft as it looks, or firm with a bit of toned muscled behind it? Would it hurt if it bounced up and down while exercising? How do you even lay down on your belly comfortably—

"Eyes on the lecture, (____)."

You instantly break your gaze and look up at blue eyes gently creased and looking directly at you, amused. Owner of said blue eyes sitting beside you right now, and bringing her pen up to lightly tap the tip of your nose, a small playful punishment for your warndering gaze

Your face slowly warms up, before you shake your head a bit and give a subtle apologetic frown to your friend.

— Closest, friend.

As she'd always lovingly correct you. Lest you forgot that very important bit.

"Guess I got distracted," your eyebrows softly crease in concern, "Sorry Anna, I didn't mean to stare at you like that."

The amused pair of eyes roll over to the side as their owner brings a hand up, waving her fingers to brush off your concerns.

"Relax." Anna chuckles sarcastically before it slowly melts into something more friendly. "It's you anyways, so it's fine. Much better than some random creep."

You nod, blush slowly calming down now at her understanding. You try to look at the powerpoint presentation in front of you again to make up for your distraction, but it's no use. You already lost track. You sigh softly before turning your slight attention to her again. Compelled to still explain yourself, as if to plea not guilty to your crime.

"I guess I just wonder how they'd feel."

Her eyebrow quirks at that, before she quickly gives you a suggestive smirk. You laugh, already hearing the unspoken 'Well, all you have to do is ask~,' before playfully giving her shoulder a light shove.

"Not like that!" You roll your eyes at her this time.

"-I meant like how they'd feel if... you know, if I had them or something." you let out a quiet giggle at your own confession. Silly. Imagining your day to day life with bigger boobs.

She shoots you another curious look, but her lips slightly pull into a thin line, almost as if she's one second away from scolding you.

"'If you had them'? Don't tell me you're insecure or something."

You shake your head again, "Boobs are boobs no matter the size."

Then, you give a little squeeze to yours to further prove your point on how neutral you are about it, lighthearted even. Though you don't notice the intense, almost possessive stare that carefully followed your hand's movement to your chest, and lingering there after your mini demonstration.

"Guess I just wonder what they'd be like. Must be nice to fill out lots of cute tops and dresses, no?"

Anna's brows furrow a bit. She lets out a soft scoff and looks somewhat... irked. Oh, did you accidentally say something offensive?

"Your look good in everything and anything (____). Wear as much cute tops and dresses as you want."

Of course, that's what she's irked about.

Ever the fiercely supportive best friend. Always taking offense on your behalf, which leaves you always offering leniency on her behalf.

'No, Anna, I’m fine, I promise' 'Anna it's just a small scratch relax,' 'It’s not a big deal, Anna. He's just being an asshole let’s just go,' and of course, the classic, 'Wait, it’s fine that there are pickles—please don’t confront the cashier Anna! nooooo-'"

It feels like one of those moments righ now. You smile gently trying to reassure her again that you hold no ill will to your precious little chest pillows.

"I know that I can wear what I want, but I also know that some tops and dresses don't, well... flatter me as they might on someone like you."

You don't know why you're trying to be careful with your words. This is you being talked about here, right? Your chest. So why does it feel like you're trying not to offend her.

"I mean come on," you grin in an attempt to further soothe the slight confrontational air right now. "I can barely fill out a bra."

"Well then you're trying on the wrong bras at the wrong place, I know plenty of specialised underwear stores that will have no problems with fitting over your girls."

Anna glances down at the stated 'girls' in question.

Small.

They're so... small.

And cute.

And sexy.

What are you an A cup? Smaller? She squints her eyes to try and focus on the distance of the peak of your mound to the base of your chest. She mentally calculates but stops midway, probably already knowing the answer. It’s as familiar to her as knowing small details about you; your allergies, your mother’s maiden name, your face when you try to hide the fact that you're reading erotica on your phone right in front of her.

They look so sensitive too. She wonders if she played with it, would you gasp softly in surprise, or would you try to bite your lip— firm— to stop any noise from coming out? If she cupped it would she be able to hold it all in one hand? Would it hurt if she pinched on your cute little nipples and flicked her finger at it up and down?

No doubt they'd fit quite nicely in her mouth. The thought of your tit resting against her tongue, like a soft small lump of pudding brings a shiver down her spine. Though you'd be leagues better than pudding, or any other dessert she's ever tried for that matter.

Oh fuuuck.

She bets you'd taste so good.

Your reactions would just be too fucking sweet. She can already hear your soft little chants of ''Anna! Anna! Anna-'" in that breathy voice of yours you use whenever you try to scold her for treating you right.

Of course you didn't ask for pickles, why do you have to pay the price for someone else's mistakes? She'll give you that pickle-less burger baby, she'll give you anything you want. Do you want a new bra? Do you want her to kiss and suck on your tits til' all your stress and worries melt away? Do you want her to kiss and suck on different, lower, more sensitive parts of you too? Do you want her t—

Do you want her?

Her and no one else? Not even someone who could look exactly like her, down to every eyelash or fingernail? Would you still choose to love her over anyone else, even if that someone were a him instead?

You do want her... you should. She'll do anything for you her darling sweet girl baby doll love of her life—

"Eyes on the lecture, Anna"

She lifts her downcast gaze and meets your teasing, playful eyes. She should feel embarrassed or apologetic— or any normal human reaction when caught staring at someone’s bust, especially one belonging to a close friend's.

Close friend.

That doesn't sound right— not to her at least.

She supposes she'll just have to slowly correct you, and everyone on that when the time comes. She'd much prefer a different term when it comes to describing her and you. You'll see what she means, sooner or later, sweetheart.

"Guess I got distracted." she mirrors your answer as well, tender smile gracing her lips the longer she looks at you.

"Want to shop for new bras after class? My treat."

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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Mkay stream. T&t au. How do you think Wednesday reacts when she sees the boy from her past ? No because if she's friendly, Enid's gonna lose it. She would be like "and who are you ? No because you clearly think you can be all buddy with Weds so you must think yourself important but... Nah, she never told me about you. So you better turn your asses back where you come from, or you're gonna find it ten feet away from where you're standing." All with the biggest teeth showing smile you've ever seen. And that glint in her eyes

Wednesday pauses in drinking and her eyes take the newcomer in with an interest that leaves Enid stilling immediately. The other people in the table pause as well, never expecting the ever so uncaring Addams to actually be polite and stop for someone.

"Joel," she says and her voice is so achingly soft that it leaves Enid digging her nails into the bench.

Joel, the name doesn't ring any bells. Wednesday has never mentioned a joel, so who is this?

"Cara Mia," this Joel replies and he looks like he was blessed when Wednesday simply humms.

Cara Mia.

It sounds intimate, like a nickname. Except Wednesday doesn't do nicknames, the pretty lady has always the stickler for proper English so why does he-

A thought crosses her head. Was he an.. Ex? She recognizes the look on his face. How could she not? She has it on her own at times.

That realization would've filled Enid with hopelessness before. What could she have to beat him? He looked rich enough, the brand on his watch clearly costing more zeroes than she can before. Not to mention that they had history.

Something stabs at her heart when he shoots to the seat next to Wednesday and there's a creak to her ears as they start talking.

The noise is all the more louder and her mind abuzzes at the new situation.

Kill him, something murmurs and like that was all it needing, a flood of agreements come through. He means something, we can't allow this.

Enid stares as a fuzz slowly consumed her the more she watches.

Sever his tongue.

He's one of those exchange students, she notes, looking at the pristine white of the Aidenn school uniform. It reminds Enid that yoko wouldn't be with her for a while either as she too was chosen. It adds onto the pile of why she hates him already.

First he comes in, all buddy buddy and now he takes the spot Yoko should be in. It's almost like he's tempting her.

"Cara Mia?" Enid repeats and her head tilts. There's a smile on her face, all bared teeth and barely reaching her eyes.

Joel perks up. "a nickname for my lovely pocahontas."

A Disney princess.

It irks Enid more than she should and she leans closer. Her nails tap against the table and there's a glimmer of excitement when his eyes drop to them before meeting hers.

"I thought I told you to cease from calling me that rediculous name," Wednesday adds in and she looks displeased. Normally Enid wouldn't want that, her roomie looked the best in her normal uncaring state but this look has her nearly jumping for joy.

Yes!! tell him off.

"I didn't know you had someone so close, Weds," Enid wonders, brushing shoulders with her roomie with an innocent smile on her face. "I've never heard of a joel before."

Wednesday crosses her arms, her eyes meeting the blue of Enid's before dropping down. Good, she should know better than to keep secrets. Privacy is important but to think that someone from before would barge in so soon... A gal needs a warning before she goes and does something Wednesday wouldn't like.

"I didn't deem it important to bring up," Wednesday utters and Enid lights up immediately, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she shoots Joel a look.

You hear that? Enid is tempted to shout.

You aren't important enough to bring up.

Joel's eyes are wide and Enid is tempted to gouge them out. Keep staring bucko and I'll make the last thing you see be me taking everything you ever wanted.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year ago

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Can I request a fem reader x jack Daniels from the golden circle, where maybe they are dating for a while but agent whiskey wants to keep it quiet, cause he doesn't want them to get fired from being in a relationship together, but then there is a party and he sees another agent flirting with reader and gets jealous and just goes up to her, kiss her and admits in front of everyone that he loves her

.⋆｡Jack And Coke｡⋆.

Jack Daniels x plus size reader

Hiding your relationship from your employers was a good idea in theory but when a suave English agent begins chatting you up, your partner is definitely not happy

Warnings: secret relationship, jealousy, drinking, vague mentions of danger, no use of y/n, fluff, implied smut, reader is a handler like Ginger-Ale

WC: 595

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The burning fury in the southern man was stoked by the expensive whiskey he was sipping on. His brown eyes fixated on the couple only a few yards away from him. The English agent was very clearly flirting with you and you, being your usual friendly self, were indulging him (not that you had any clue what his true intentions were).

Jack knew he had only himself to blame for this whole situation, he was the one that insisted on keeping your relationship a secret, for a time at least. Not only would you both not have to deal with the bullshit paperwork you would have to fill out but it would allow you to remain his personal handler. And for the more selfish reason that he wanted to keep you safe. If any of his enemies knew that you and him were an item or even if they knew you existed- you would be in danger and he couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt.

But watching you now as you were dressed to kill in a navy dress that so beautifully framed your soft body while another (younger) man flirted with you, Jack was second guessing all his decisions up to this point. “She’s looking damn gorgeous ain’t she?” He was shaken from his thoughts as the Statesmen boss saddled up to the bar next to him.

“Don’t know what yer talkin about.” Jack grumbled, singling for a refill of his drink. Champ raised a brow at his agent, his thin lips downturning.

“I may be an old man now but I know the look of love when I see it and you aren’t as slick as ya think you are. I also think you forget that the hallways have cameras and microphones.” He smirked, making Jack choke on his drink. He turned to retort but a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Gallahead was now mere inches from you, his left hand hovering over your wide hip, just waiting for permission to touch. Jack’s vision went red.

The music and the chatter went quiet as he slammed the tumbler of whiskey down, causing the glass to shatter. All eyes turned to him, surprised at the sudden outburst by the normally cool and collected agent. They expected him to smile and play it off as an accident but instead he pushed himself from the bar and barrelled his way through the crowd, his gaze firmly locked on you.

Your own eyes were wide but not with terror, in fact they got darker as he approached, making Jack internally beam with pride. He said nothing as a strong arm wound around your thick hips and he tugged you away from Eggsy and into his side. He glared at the younger man and before anyone could speak, he cupped your full cheek and kissed you.

You squeaked against his lips before sighing and relaxing into it, one of your hands coming up to rest right above his pounding heart. He gave your bottom lip a quick nip then pulled away. “I suggest ya keep your hands to yourself, specially when it comes to my gal.” He glared at Eggsy who seemed, for once, at a loss of words.

Considering the matter dealt with, Jack turned back to you with a sly grin. “Now darlin why don’t we blow this party and you can show your cowboy a good time?” He led you from the bar, not noticing Tequila and Champ exchanging a sizable amount of bills over their drinks.

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masterqwertster · 11 months ago

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Okay, last little list here:

Bells Hells Legendary Pokémon

I already gave everyone a minimum of one Legendary in the original team post, so here's the list of all the Legendaries I think fit each member of Bells Hells (the Legendaries from the set teams will be included)

Chetney

Zacian- look, it's a wolf that's set to shank a bitch. Tell me that doesn't vibe with Chetney

Zeraora (Shiny)- kind of were-beast in shape. Shiny to match Chetney's own white fur

Kubfu/Urshifu (Single Strike Style)- more were-fuzzies for Chet. Single Strike Style because Chetney's the type to one-and-done it if he can

Okidogi- werewolf-ish Pokémon for Chet!

Orym

Shaymin- more friendly flowers for Orym, and the Sky Form is a little fighter like him

Virizion- grass blade Pokémon who protects others

Keldeo (Resolute form, Shiny)- it's a little sword guy (pony) like Orym. And shiny makes it green and Resolute Form because Orym knows what he wants

Kartana- a little blade guy for a little swordsman

Zacian- noble sword Pokémon for a noble little swordsman

Zamazenta- noble shield Pokémon for a protective little guy with a treasured shield

Fearne

Moltres- a burning phoenix Pokémon that Fearne worries will take on the Galarian Form that her Bad Future Self had

Entei- fluffy fire dog Pokémon

Celebi- little onion fairy and that travels through time for a fey that lived in wonky time

Cresselia- Fearne is lightly Ruidusborn and this is a gentler moon Pokémon

Reshiram- fiery semi-wolf Pokémon for our fire faun

Xerneas- it's a Fairy-type, deer are kind of close to goats, and Xerneas has a minor moon motif

Zarude- grass monkey for the druid with a monkey

Munkidori- another monkey to mother for Fearne

Imogen

Spectrier- Legendary horse that comes in Imogen's two colors: purple and red

Raikou- it's a thunderstorm Pokémon for a gal who claims she is the storm

Deoxys- an alien Pokémon for a girl connected to alien moon people

Cresselia (Shiny)- Imogen gets moon Pokémon. Shiny for purple coloration

Thundurus (Shiny)- another lightning Pokémon for our electric sorceress. Shiny for purple coloration

Keldeo (Ordinary Form)- little unicorn for the horse girl

Lunala (Shiny)- literal red moon Pokémon when shiny

Regieleki- more eletrical Pokémon for Imogen

Glastrier- another horse Pokémon for the horse girl

Laudna

Marshadow- it's shadow theme matches Laudna's Shadow Sorcerery. And Laudna does spend time trying to copy the Ladies of Whitestone…

Giratina- considering Delilah took her soul to a reverse/shadow realm, and that's the kind of place Giratina is from, it seems a good fit

Darkrai- a nightmare Pokémon for a woman who loves nightmares

Yveltal- a Pokémon that absorbs life essences, much like Hunger of the Shadows does the same for Laudna and Delilah

Calyrex- because it's the Pokémon that can bring Glastrier and Spectrier under control, much like how Laudna is a great deal of Imogen's control

FCG

Magearna- a man-made clockwork Legendary for the Aeormaton

Genesect- it's ancient and modified by people to be a killing machine, just like FCG

Miraidon- robot-like Legendary for the robit

Ashton

Cosmog- suddenly appeared after Ashton got galaxy-brained because it's a little galaxy guy from another (higher?) dimension. It's Ashton's innocent baby who doesn't know how to stay in the damn pokéball and not reveal his soft side

Regigigas- this is the big titan Pokémon, hauling continents and shit. Not to mention that the Slow Start ability reflects how Ashton had a titan shard for twenty years before they really got it to do anything spectacular

Regirock- if Ashton gets one Regi, it's Regigigas for titan shit. But Regirock is definitely Earth Elemental vibes and so also goes to Ashton

Dialga- one of Ashton's dunamancy domains is time and this is a Pokémon lord of time

Palkia- one of Ashton's dunamancy domains it space and this is a Pokémon lord of space

Terrakion (Shiny)- it's tough and it doesn't like bullies, sounds pretty Ashton to me. Shiny because I think Ashton would like the pop of the shiny palette

Zygarde- Ashton is sort of split into a million pieces by the half-beacon brain, and Zygarde's 100% Form is kind of titan-ish

Diancie- another crystal and rock Pokémon. Also goes a little bit with the Empress of Earth vibes, or rather the Empress's heir

Hoopa- a Pokémon that switches between a Confined and Unbound Form, kind of like Ashton's normal and demi-titan modes. And it messes around with space like Ashton. Also, normal genasi are sometimes/often sired by elemental genies and this Pokémon is based on genies

Koraidon- ancient earth splitter for the earth titan's blood (also mirrors FCG having Miraidon)

#yeah. I know there's a lot of variance in how many Legendaries everyone gets #that's the way the cookie crumbles when you're pulling from a very limited pool #MQ AU machine #bells hells pokemon au #cr spoilers #bells hells #chetney pock o'pea #orym of the air ashari #fearne calloway #imogen temult #laudna #fcg #ashton greymoore

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slashingdisneypasta · 5 months ago

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I was looking at your post of which Disney Princes the Weasels would be, and it got me thinking; which princesses would our gals/their S/O's would be? I hope this assessment puts a grin on your face XD and that I got your OC's right ^^

Lottie: Mulan. There was no hesitation in my mind with this one. Tough, badass, and military trained, but also loves her family to pieces. And they both got silly sidekicks too XD (Mulan has Mushu and Cricky, and Lottie has her unkles and cousins XD)

Shiny: I feel like Megera is the best candidate, even if she isn't an official disney princess. They're both sarcastic queens who have troubled histories, especially with men, and they both are soft inside ^^ and they both know how to seduce to get what they want, even if Meg hadn't been successful with Hercules in the way she expected.

Jane Doe: ... Sleeping Beauty, because they both are hiding from evil forces and don't appear so often? I'm sorry! I know Jane deserves more 😭😅 if it helps, it's also because I think they're both underrated (Sleeping Beauty was/is actually my favorite princess, despite how people feel about her and her movie). Another candidate I offer is Nala, as they are both are the half of their relationships that bring the best out of their partner, and are playful but also level-headed and focus on what's most important (Jane Doe on keeping Teddy safe, and Nala on bringing peace and order back to the pride lands)

(This moment between Nala and Simba definitely happened between Jane and Wheezy. You can't convince me otherwise XD ^^)

Poppy: I was gonna say Cinderella, but then I remembered that Psycho is Lucifer the cat, and got sad because that'd mean he'd be mean to her and make her life harder (and she would threaten him with a broom) 🥲😆 but that's fine, because I think Snow White is her best fit; they both are comparatively naive to the others, they both have messed up things either happening to them or that have happened to them. They both befriended a group of rowdy bachelors who would chase a wicked witch off a cliff for them, etc. And Poppy wishes she could sing in a well about her love life and her soulmate would appear like Snow XD (Also, something I've wanted to write is Percy and Penny watching Snow White for the first time and saying that their mother looks like a rabbit Snow White- and in turn asking dad if that makes him prince charming XD ^^)

(☝️This old lady Rena trying to seduce Poppy? I'm sorry I'll stop-)

Rena: She ain't a disney princess. I won't let those big blue eyes fool me. She's a wicked old queen. Rena and Yzma are both wicked, fabulous, crazy oldies with impeccable fashion taste. They both have weapons in equally sus and convenient(?) places. They both have very clear types (I'm with you; Yzma hired Kronk not just for a henchman), and can get people quickly on their side (Rena is more friendly than Yzma, but you saw how quickly Yzma got the palace under control... Granted, that's probably partially due to them not caring about Kuzco's 'death', but my point still stands-)

These are my votes! If I got your OC's wrong, I apologize xD but this was fun to do! ^^

I love these so much!!!

Especially Jane Doe as Nala and Rena and YZMAAAAAA absolutely perfect and I love it so so so much XDD

And hey, maybe Poppy should threaten Peycho with a broom in some of our AU's 😅😅😅😆 Even the regular timeline.

OMG!! That Percy and Penny bit is so CUTE! XD I must know how Psycho would respond to that XD I must have Smartass, Greasy or Wheezy walk by and laugh-

And Shiny as Meg <3<3<3 I feel so soft about that. Obviously that is perfect XD ^^

Thank you so so much for sharing!!

#i raise you- our male ocs as princes #henrys easy. he's flynn rider (albeit a worse version of flynn 😅 XD but that applies to the weasels too XD)#moony is beast XD 😏#(+ adam)#ben... you know that prince at the start of aladdin who was a suitor to marry jasmine but rajah bit him on the butt?#and then he went off to call aladdin a worthless street rat??#thats ben XD #kingston kinda has phillip vibes. he does his own thing no matter what- and honestly. he's so down to meet a pretty feral woman in the woods #go along with the 'i saw you once in a dream' schtick XD #OH or phoebus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not a prince but i dont care.#thats k i n g s t o n. if he were not murdery.#OH OH OH OR CAPT JACK SPARROW!!!! also not a prince. but you know i'm right.#theres definitely a bit of thomas o malley in there too... damn. okay no more kingston i have to move on XD #as for ryan... not disney or a prince but all i can think for him is Spirit in Spirit; Stallion of the Cimarron #(THAT REMINDS ME KING COULD T O T A L L Y BE SINBAD- )#and terry... hmmmm... he's also kindof a kristoff guy like wheezy #if you wanna change any of these please feel welcome to share your thoughts! i love this XD

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highoctanegem · 19 days ago

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2 for 1 Slay special || Eve & Jade

TIMING: Recent. LOCATION: The 3 Daggers PARTIES: @technowarden & @highoctanegem SUMMARY: Eve and Jade share a drink and catch up. CONTENT WARNING: None.

So like, full disclosure? Her relationship with The Three Daggers was flimsier than… nope, she wasn’t gonna dignify her parents by making them the center of her humor anymore, actually. Jade was like, a big grown gal now. And sure, maybe, hypothetically, she was riding the high of being thirty, flirty and thriving and pretending her frontal lobe reached peak performance when the clock struck midnight on October 14th (and she was gonna keep believing that for the next few months, what about it?) but— Hold up, where was she going? Oh, how she felt about The Tree Daggers. Right, yup. It was… a mixed bag. The bar had been a place of solace during the height of her villain era, (all two months of it), so she did have a soft spot for the ugly little barn and all the ears that were forced to listen to her yap about her problems. But on the flip side, there was the whole… Daiyu turning into a rotisserie chicken cause of some silly vendetta, right outside their supposed safe haven. It was so sick and twisted that as a result, she just decided not to vibe with the bar for a while in solidarity.

Except, she couldn’t stay away forever just for precaution, right? She wasn’t even sure Daiyu was doing that! For better or for worse, Jade relied on The Three Daggers, it was like a little piece of home away from home. Where else was she gonna find emotionally stunted folks who drone on the importance of their calling? Who else would pat her back and reassure her she was doing the right thing by taking out (killing. Killing) undead? The bar was the only real substitute for her siblings in town. Plus, her contribution to making the place way cooler with her presence couldn’t be understated. Someone had to queue the Rihannas and Carly Raes to counteract the Chers (She wasn’t coming for her crown, alright? Never. She just wanted others to share the spotlight too). Someone had to keep hunters in touch with the real world, and the memes and the goss. She was the hero they didn’t need, but the hero they deserved.

It was a mix of friendly smiles and fond eye rolls (right?) when Jade sauntered inside the place. A little short of the round of applause she expected, but she’d take it. (Cause turning 30 made her humble, you know?). She waved at all the familiar faces, making a little list of everyone she planned on talking to, but first? Drinks. She strutted to the counter and hopped on the empty stool, flashing a megawatt smile to ask Mark for the usual. (A Mai tai). “You’d think they would’ve brought out the confetti machines and blasted ‘Cut to the feeling’ for my triumphant return,” she quipped to whoever would hear her. By her side, a beautiful, familiar face caught her attention. One of the girlies, of course. Eve, who was obviously carrying her laptop with her. If anyone could carry the mantle of keeping hunters in the 21st century, it would be her. “Tell me I’ve missed some juicy gossip, did they get Flappin’ Flann at last? Hit me with it,” she could use some positive hunting news.

—

There were never many Wardens at the Three Daggers in autumn. The few that were there looked wiped, half asleep as other hunters passed them occasional beers. Eve, on the other hand, practically felt bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in comparison, which admittedly wasn’t saying much. Sometimes, she got a bit of shit for it, and more now than any other time of year, but for the most part, it didn’t go past gentle ribbing. Eve usually let the comments roll right off her back, and her work spoke for itself. Over the past couple years, the three daggers had become a home away from home. Somewhere she didn’t need to think about twisting every conversation in her favour, where she could speak without watching her tongue. Her hacking made for a particularly lonely hunt; it was good to have friendly faces to see in the evenings.

Even if she had brought her work with her. She was expecting a data dump to come through at some point this evening, but she didn’t yet know the timing. Every twenty minutes or so, she flicked open her laptop, checked her alerts, and closed it again, far more interested right now in the beer in front of her. For a few hours, the town could stand to wait.

Just as she was closing her screen again, a familiar voice approached the bar. “Hey beautiful!” Eve waved Jade over with a grin. “Hey Mark, could you put her drinks on my tab tonight, please? I hear it was your birthday recently. Big three zero, right? You’re a senior hunter now,” Eve teased, clinking her half-finished beer to Jade’s Mai Tai.

Eve looked around to check which ears nearby were listening before leaning in. “No one’s caught Flapping Flan, but Davide over in the corner claimed he got a shot in before losing track of it. But you know what his relationship is like with the truth.” She rolled her eyes pointedly. Then she cocked her head over to a slayer looking especially pissed off in the corner. “But Jaws has finally been killed—you know, the Sand Shark everyone’s been talking about this summer? Exceeeept, both Lucy and Valentino claimed credit for the hunt, and they are not on speaking terms right now. There’s even a betting pool going round on who actually did it and how long it’ll take before they’re in bed together again. Of course, you didn’t hear that from me.” Eve said with a wink. These were the fun stories—the ones worth sharing. Not the new nightmares that everyone came to this place to avoid, nor the dead ranger Eve had spent this morning clearing up. Plenty came here to drown their sorrows; few came here wanting to hear more. “But what about you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in here.”

—

Jade’s face lit up (well, it continued to shine) when she realized she was getting free drinks. What a way to commemorate her return to The Three Daggers. And sure, it wasn’t like getting free drinks was something she struggled with. Charisma didn’t simply vanish just cause she had eyes for one woman and one woman only. The bat of her eyelashes never lost its juice. But this was nice, this was like, a nice little reminder of why The Three Daggers had carved a little place in her heart despite their 2.2 rating on Yelp! (Which was like, totally unfair anyway, cause hunters barely knew how to use their phones) (It wasn’t them leaving those unfair reviews). But whatever, Eve was paying for her drinks, which was what mattered in the first place. “You’re the bestest,” she said softly, only for Mark to huff at them when he returned. “Nope, you too!” She blew a kiss at him when he came back with her cocktail. So efficient, that man. Resting her head on her hand, she played with the little garnish on her glass, before fully turning to Eve, ready to get their yapping session on the road. “It so was. Best birthday ever,” so much so, that she literally felt no need to post about it on Instagram until like, a day after (cause gift hauls were still important obviously) (everybody had to know how spoiled she was). And actually, maybe it was true, that happy people led private lives. That always just sounded like a buncha crap depressed folks told themselves just to feel better.

She cackled at Eve’s words, ignoring the dirty look the guy on the corner threw at her in response. “You’re so right about that, does that mean I get to like, boss you around? You gotta respect your elders, you know?” she fired back, friendly grin still in place. It was super weird to be referred to as a senior. First in like, a good way. She’d made it! Mostly unscathed! A milestone! But also… Her legacy wasn’t all that great, was it? Her solo career left a lot to be desired. Kinda like a wunderkind who was all the talk in college but never reached the peak after that first draft (See! She did pay attention when Jasper forced her to watch football) (Just don’t ask her how what of the movements were called, okay?). In a lot of ways, hunters were like elite-level athletes too. Trained from infancy to capitalize on their youth and stamina and natural talent, only to retire with injuries that made life a struggle. All that before even reaching forty. For her, the highs and lows were a lot more like… the lows and lowers. Really, the montage of career highs would probably be condensed into a 10 second TikTok. But it was so chill, so fine. She still had time. She could still end up becoming an MVP eventually. Right? Yup. She had this. And she had a perfectly delicious Mai Tai in front of her that she could use to distract herself from her eternal underachieving.

“Yum!” Taking her first sip, Jade forced her smile to stay in place, happy that Eve was providing gossip she could cling to instead of… all those weird football analogies. Wasn’t it way better to chat about other people’s failures, anyway? Totes. She leaned forward mimicking Eve’s secretive gesture before she was caught up to date with all the happenings of this silly little bar. It was almost like watching her favorite storytimes on TikTok, except there weren't a bajillion separate parts to scroll through. “Oh, he’s claimed that like, five times before,” Jade waved her hand when Eve mentioned Davide. Actually, probably more times when she wasn’t around. Still, she was totally rooting for him to get the W. The man was Obsessed with capital O. More juicy than that, was the newest chapter of Lucy and Valentino’s Will They Won’t They story. (She should’ve gotten some popcorn). “Oh, I’m so getting on that betting pool” she tapped the counter excitedly. Cause first of all, was there anything more fun than a betting pool between hunters? And second of all, she definitely trusted her sixth sense on this. Lucy caught it, and… they weren’t gonna last a day before banging out their differences. She dragged her index and thumb across her lips, promising secrecy when Eve winked at her. “I didn’t hear what?” she shimmied playfully, taking another sip of her drink.

She grinned smugly when Eve pointed out her recent absence, feeling totally flattered. “Right? I know you missed me so badly, but,” she licked her lips, playing with the Claddagh ring on her left hand, “just living my best life, you know? My girlfriend and I are moving into a new place. Sorta enjoying the domestic bliss of all that,” going down the list of ideal surfaces where to get frisky on, also. And… Did she consistently refer to Regan as ‘the girlfriend’ in front of a known warden? Maybe so. (Eve was retired and all, but… nothing and no one was worth risking Regan’s safety) (If Eve put two and two together with that beautiful brain of hers, then that was just…not her problem). But, not to linger too long on the elephant in the room, Jade opted for being a bit of a Debbie Downer. “Also like… did you hear about Rafael?” It wasn’t like hunters weren’t used to death, but right outside their turf? “Yup, I wasn’t sure the vibes were gonna be too great after that”.

—

“You can certainly try to boss me around. See how that works out for you,” Eve replied, tongue in cheek. Like every other hunter in town, she shared a complete lack of trust in authority. Even if Jade was one of the people who might be trusted with that kind of thing, Eve would immediately reject it. And Jade was... maybe not the first person Eve would trust with that sort of responsibility. A delight? Absolutely. A capable slayer? Definitely. The kind of person who wouldn’t use power like that to make everyone wear weird outfits and sing camp songs? No chance.

Missing Jade’s darker thoughts entirely, Eve just chuckled at her reply. “Right? At this point, I think Flapping Flan is a rumour sustained entirely by Davide’s need to have the weirdest hunt in any conversation. Oh, and the betting pool is run by Mark, obviously! I think twenty hunters have made a bet so far.”

“Oh Jade, I’m thrilled to hear that!” Eve clapped her hands together. She barely knew anything about Jade’s girlfriend, but it wasn’t hers to pry, not really. Eve so rarely shared anything about her life—even with the hunters she liked—that she couldn’t expect every detail in return. Although it hadn’t felt like Jade and her girlfriend had been together that long, and she hadn’t realised it would be that serious. “Congratulations! That’s a huge step. Are you at the physically moving step, or at the fun part with the decorating?”

“I heard what happened vaguely, but I don’t know the specifics,” Eve admitted, signalling Mark to make Jade another drink. “Things were a little quieter for a bit, but you know what hunters are like.” Spending time in the Three Daggers was the least self destructive option open to them. It wasn’t like most of them would live long enough to experience liver problems. Eve ran her fingers over the counter of the table, where dozens of initials were carved into the wood. For too many hunters in town, these letters were their only legacy, the only way they’d be remembered after a decade or two. The butterfly ripples of the lives they’d saved would spread on for decades, but few would ever know.

—

“Oooooh, I love a fun challenge,” her nose scrunched up in delight, exchanging a mischievous look with Mark, who rolled his eyes at Jade. (So rude, actually) (But she was still his fave, she was convinced. The tough act never fooled her). And like, wasn’t it so nice when hunters just… knew how to banter? That’s why she’d missed Eve so much. The world would be a way sexier place if no hunter offered to stab anyone after a few jokes. Wasn’t that so novel? But anywhoosies, back to what mattered: Ladies being superior. “You’ll find that I’m a total expert at that,” one simply didn’t get to level 15.000 in Candy Crush without being like, super tenacious. “In a totally platonic way, obviously. I’m a committed woman, as we know” and actually… “Wait, I mean, I bet someone’s snatched you already too,” she wiggled her eyebrows at Eve, curious. (Nosy).

Jade took another sip of her Mai Tai, nodding enthusiastically at everything Eve was revealing. Yup. “I love that for him, actually. Gaslighting an entire town just to stay relevant,” she shrugged. Why hadn’t she tried that? Well, she was sorta doing that. By convincing a good chunk of folks that she was some fearsome slayer. (And, wasn’t that exactly what she wanted?). Her jaw dropped dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at Mark when he was unmasked as the mastermind behind the bet. “Of course you are, you love to pretend all the gossip is beneath ya, but you need to sustain yourself. I see you. I get you. We’re like, kindred spirits. Remind me to place my bet after. It’s gonna be Lucy, obviously, and a day before they make up,” she gave a convincing nod, tapping the counter excitedly.

Fun gossip aside, whenever the convo switched to her favorite person Jade just couldn’t help but to beam. Nothing would ever stop it. “Right? It’s just, the best,” she swooned, getting distracted for a beat (or two), daydreaming about Regan. What was she up to, was she writing in her journal? Or maybe going over the different kinds of grey to paint their bedroom. Or maybe she’d found a dead bird in the front yard! Aw, she could just picture her excitement��Oh! Right, Eve. “We’re at the decorating stage. We have like put up all our pictures on the walls, including the ulcers” she explained, matter-of-factly. And the nudes, obviously. That went without saying. Those were literally the first things they ever hung. (As they should). “And also! We plan on having a little garden…” They were gonna have so much fun with that, she just knew it. Even if Jade’s green thumb was like, not great at all. “So, we were living in a cabin in the woods so there wasn’t much to move anyway. Plus the rest of my stuff was back at my apartment anyway, so…it was a pretty quick process,” that was the best part, definitely. To finally be free of roomies who never ever appreciated her. And getting full custody of her babies back. Lullaby and Melody were so happy discovering their new home. She wanted to keep gushing about Regan and her happy domestic life, but Jade held her tongue (a feat nearly impossible to achieve, so please clap) before she did something stupid like inviting Eve to the housewarming or something.

Another sip of her delicious drink later, Jade hummed, putting on her more serious face, just out of respect for everybody involved. “I think only Raf and Cass knew the specifics, but neither of them is here anymore for the tell-all. Cause even Daiyu was like, she jumped in to stop it… so I don’t think she knew what was going on before,” she explained, glancing down at the counter just like Eve. It totally tracked that the hunters went into sulking mode after that, which… all the more reason to avoid the place. She had her own little mental breakdown she kept hitting snooze on, she didn’t need to get inspo from anywhere else! While she looked at the surface, Jade noticed the laptop Eve had covered with her arm. “Why did you bring homework to the bar, by the by. What’s that about?”

—

“Oh, are you? I’d like to see that. Platonically.” Eve chuckled, shaking her head as she finished her beer. “I’m the youngest of eight, disobeying my elders is my real expertise. And you are definitely an elder now.” She said, although it wasn’t entirely true. If her siblings called to tell her to jump, Eve wouldn’t even ask how high. Luckily, they didn’t call often. Jade’s question caught her off guard. “No, happily single, still. I mean, if I find someone to go home with tonight, that’d be a bonus, but hunters are notoriously bad at commitment. Present company excluded, of course.” Happily single was a stretch, but Jade didn’t need to know that. She couldn’t help it, Eve giggled at Jade’s persistence, that startled even Mark. “My money is already on Valentino, and four full days. Valentino holds a real beef.” She confirmed.

Wow, Jade was really lighting up as she spoke about her girlfriend. Eve’s stomach turned slightly, a rot of envy. Which lasted right until- “Wait, ulcers? I think I misheard you.” She leant back against the bar, crossing her arms. “I didn’t have you for the gardening type. I bet that will be lots of fun come spring.”

“Was Cass another hunter? I heard it was a fae attack, but that they escaped,” Eve shivered. Fae that knew this place was here was another reason things had gone quieter for a while. But no other attack had ever happened. If one were to happen from the fae, fall would be the time to do it. Fae were naturally impulsive, if clever. They wouldn’t sit on this information indefinitely.

Eve looked back at her laptop with a sheepish smile. There was an answer about a possible data leak happening, that she’d need to damage control as soon as it dropped. There was another, more truthful answer, that Eve was terrible at untangling her work from the rest of her life. She wasn’t the only one here - anywhere you looked around the room, you could see hunters comparing tracking routes, planning weapons for a shared hunt, or comparing strange injuries. Most people here sometimes let their work leak into the bar. As long as it wasn’t the violent part of the work, no harm no foul.

The third, most truthful answer was the one she was least likely to share at any moment. That so many hunters here didn’t see her as a real one, that she felt the need to compensate. Her hunt was done tucked away in a corner at her home, far from where it was visible even from the other hunters. How could they take her seriously, unless she was also doing it here.

“I just need to see the good memes with as high resolution as possible, as soon as possible, obviously!” Eve replied eventually. “Anyway, you’d be amazed at how often another hunter comes up to me to ask me to fix their phone or GPS while I’m here. It saves me so much time just to have a computer here to figure out whether whatever they’re brought me is worth saving.”

—

“Eight!?” Jade paused, well and truly flabbergasted by new Eve lore dropping so suddenly. Her eyes sparkled in amusement. “How?” She held her hand up to stop Eve before she could interject. “Stop it, I know the how…” She saw the joke coming from outer space, and even if it would’ve been amazingly delivered, no doubt, she just needed her thirst for knowledge sated. “Did your parents not know they had like, other stuff to do besides boning? Like, hunting and stuff?” On the other hand, there was the very real possibility that maybe Eve’s parents actually loved their children and didn’t stop having them just cause they despised the last one to come out. (Hypothetically) (It might have been what happened with the Bloodworths, it was hard to tell). But even if Eve’s parents loved love (sure… let’s go with love), it didn’t look like that translated to their youngest. There was no rush though, love came knocking when you least expected it. “I’m totally rooting for you to take a hottie home tonight,” she twirled in her stool scouting the options, ready to be the best wingwoman if needed.

In the spirit of good fun, Jade wasn’t gonna tell Eve she was totally wrong about her predictions, but like… she did exchange a quick look with Mark, giving him the faintest of headshakes. Nope, four days was way too long for a hot-blooded (read horny) duo to get it on. Jade had this in the bag. But it would be fine, she’d buy everybody a round with the money she made.

Weirdly, Eve seemed to think she’d misheard Jade, which was so weird cause what else could she have said that sounded remotely like ulcers? Or was it the ulcers bit that was confusing? The corners of her eyes wrinkled, finding joy anytime she had to explain her and Regan’s little quirks. The best way to do it was always with a straight face. “Ulcers! You know like… ulcers. My partner’s like, obsessed with them, we have some framed, so she can admire their beautiful colors,” and she was definitely downplaying Regan’s expertise as an obsession, obviously, in case that gave too much away. Cause while her beautiful lady was a total pro at conversational intercourse these days, she did have like two or three subjects she always brought up and made her too recognizable. (Or in her totally unbiased opinion, iconic). “And you’re totally reading me right, cause I’ve never done very well at gardening. But hey! I love to learn new tricks, I always say, it’s never too late to realize you can do whatever you set your mind to,” right? Yup. That was definitely something she said all the time. Especially to herself. Definitely.

Jade didn’t realize that thinking about Cass would still make her feel a little uncomfy and a lot conflicted, until Eve asked directly about her. She dragged her index finger along the rim of her glass, a friendly smile still plastered on her face while she took half a beat to think of her answer. It wasn’t fair to bring up Cass, or whatever her villain era had been… mostly out of love for Van, who suffered the most with her death. But also possibly, a little out of guilt (small, barely there guilt, don’t get it twisted) over what she did to Cass’s bestie. There, she said it. It was weird that even after all this time, Cass continued to haunt the narrative. Maybe she would’ve liked that actually, knowing she enjoyed comic books and all. “I dunno what Cass was, actually,” she deflected with a nonchalant tone. Playing dumb was still one of those roles she excelled at, anyway. She wasn’t gonna air out Cass's dirty laundry. Even if Jade was kind of a bad friend to her in the end, she could at least offer this, out of respect.

Her grin widened when Eve brought up the memes, bouncing cheerfully as she reached for her second drink. Nothing about the explanation seemed sus or anything, even if Jade obviously knew hunters kept a few cards close to their chests. Maybe Eve wasn’t just here for the memes, or maybe she was, but either way, that was totally chill and fine in her eyes. Everybody had to cope however they could. “Ugh, not all superheroes wear capes, sometimes they carry laptops,” she hyped up her friend, lifting her glass to Eve’s beer. “You have to be careful though, you’re gonna end up having to set up their Netflix accounts. Oh! Or, maybe even helping with their Tinder profiles!” she cackled just picturing the scenario.

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Eve laughed at Jade’s horror, holding in the obvious, painful jokes that had been her birthright her whole life. “Somehow, they found space for the hunting. I think my mum literally brought her warbow to the delivery room.” She did not explain the idiosyncrasies of her parents belief systems that resulted in this many children, or that some of her siblings had taken up the same mantel, leaving Eve with more niblings than she could handle. “It’s definitely happening. But for now, I’m chatting with this total babe, and I can save the flings for later.”

Although… if Jade’s idea of a good partner was someone who was in to ulcers, maybe Eve didn’t need Jade wingwomaning. (Although, considering one of Eve’s recent dates had come into being because of wet cake throwing…… maybe she had no place to judge.) “Oh! How quirky! I’ve never thought of ulcers like that before.” Nor would she ever again. Look, Eve, like many hunters, could appreciate the aesthetics of a combat related injury or scar. Ulcers were…. Not that. She was eager to move on to other topics, post haste. Gardening was a perfect distraction. “You know, I agree. I think a lot of us become trapped in the idea of only being good hunters, and not setting our minds to anything else. Good for you!”

“Okay,” Eve replied. Jade seemed nonplussed by the mention of Cass, and Eve had little reason to doubt her other than the self expressed discomfort that she felt about coming back to this place. If Jade said she was fine, Eve had no reason to question it. For all the enthusiasm and bubbly joy between them, that fueled many absurd conversations, they didn’t go much deeper than that, they didn’t need to. It was all Eve needed; someone else who had also chosen smiles and laughter as their coping strategy. Hunters died all the time, there was no need to get too close. As the jokes turned to her laptop and tinder, Eve gasped. “That would actually be a horror. Worse than the demon, even! You know how human men have their fishing photos? It would be the only thing on a hunters profile.” She shuddered, clutching her drink.

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“That’s nuts! But wait, kinda iconic of her too, actually. I’m so stealing that,” not that… well, someday, after six seasons and a movie Jade kinda hoped there would be an even littler Jade running around, (or even better, an even littler Regan), but who knew if that was ever gonna be a thing. And the more she thought about Eve’s parents (not like that, ew), the more she realized that maybe hunters just had better time management skills than regular humans did. Cause she had time for two delivery jobs, plus slaying most nights, plus giving her bone partner all the attention she deserved (24/7/365). Feeling incredibly proud for doing all of these things, all while maintaining her hair routine, Jade was over the moon when Eve proceeded to compliment her some more. “You’re so right, you pretty much peaked in terms of company already, but ya know…” she shrugged, eyes still dancing from the stools, to the booths, to the tables, selecting a few decent alternatives for Eve to get her hands on.

A vibrant laugh bubbled in her chest watching Eve react to her very deadpan explanation of the ulcer thingy. “Me neither, she totally opened my eyes that way,” which was so true, even if she wasn’t technically speaking about the ulcers just now. Nope. The kind of awakening Regan stirred in Jade wasn’t all about their beautiful and colorful love, but about a buncha uncomfy things too. Like duty, and life, and choices (the ones that, hypothetically, were taken for her before she had any say). Also… dead animals. She itched to tell the story of how the two first met, except… She’d be giving away stuff like Regan being a hot doc, and making glass explode without touching it, and keeping a dead squirrel on the table to impress her. All of which gave big strong banshee vibes. So… Eve would have to miss out on learning about their meet cute, unfortunately for her. Jade knew she was smiling like an idiot as she reminisced that first night, but Eve brought back her attention to her gardening skills, so she followed along. “Right? Those hunters… whoever they are, need to like… lighten up a bit” she waved her hand, circling around the room. “Imagine reducing your entire worth to whether you can stab the thingy or not, couldn’t be me,” except. Except.

Eve was fine with her (allegedly) not having too many deets on Cass, and whether she could tell Jade didn’t wanna spill more tea than needed or not, at least she was super graceful in letting her off the hook. This was totally why Eve was one of her girlies, they had a pretty similar way of interacting with the world. A way that wasn’t that easy to find elsewhere. Yup, she’d missed The 3 Daggers for that same reason. And ugh, fine. Jade had gloated about not being like ‘all the other hunters’ so many times before, but alright, okay! Maybe, possibly, she shared like, fifty percent of the traits with them. (The other fifty was all down to her incredible personality). She clicked her glass against Eve’s beer and took a quick sip, laughing about the horrors of hunter Tinder, pushing the thoughts of Cass and Van, and her own actions very, very far away, for another episode. “Ew, you’re actually so right. Just instead of the fish it’d be like… the head of a hellhound or whatever,” Jade scrunched up her nose. She’d never been a dating apps girly (on the account of you know, being a charisma monster), but she was so freaking glad to be off the market and not have to endure that even in a fake scenario.

Finishing her second Mai Tai, Jade placed her empty glass on the counter, holding off from asking for another. “But come on, let’s take a real screen break,” she batted her eyelashes in a pleading way, tugging at Eve’s wrist. “Why don’t we go shoot darts? I haven’t in a while. I have to get back into the leaderboard. Plus, I know your skills will catch someone’s attention,” she wiggled her eyebrows and slid off the stool before Eve got a say. And sure, she’d probably end up taking her laptop with her, but Jade was totally dragging the girl to have some fun. Be it via darts or with the cute brunette in the corner who hadn’t stopped looking at Eve since Jade first spotted them. Either worked in her book.

#w: eve #wickedswriting #w #w: 2 for 1 slay special #tysm immo #!

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ticklace · 6 months ago

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Intro time! Hi friends, I'm Lacey!

Long-time lurker who has finally mustered the courage to join the tickling community officially. Looking forward to making some friends here!

A bit about me... (👇 below the cut 👇)

27F from Southeast USA. She/her 🙂

I like/follow from my main blog, @cozy-clutter-pile (which was originally called ticklace, before I decided I wanted my main blog to focus on multiple topics and split off this side blog for tickling only)

dating the sweetest guy on the planet (read: not looking for romance unless you're @ticklishpirate 😘)

Asexual :) In a perpetual cuddly mood.

Neurodivergent (and how)

Hobbies include crafting, choral singing (what I lack in talent I make up for in devotion), and snuggling my sweet doggo 🥰

Tickle Switch (lee/ler percentages vary wildly, on a person-to-person basis)

Might as well go ahead and add that I'm a huge fan of tummy tickles 😅 it's kinda my specialty lol

I post (tickly) fandom stuff on @cozy-cinnamon-roll! Be advised, it is almost entirely Stardew Valley content right now. 😅 (If you haven't seen me around for a bit on this blog, there's a good chance I'm obsessively posting about something over there... When I hyperfixate, I hyperfixate hard.)

I use tone indicators/tone tags regularly. Personally, I don't mind if other people use them or not (if you don't, I might just ask you to clarify sometimes if it's ambiguous), But I do need people listening to me to be comfy seeing them.

Below are the rules of my realm:

✨This is a trauma-friendly space✨ If you would like me to add content/trigger warnings for anything at all, I am more than happy to do so. ❤️

✨This is an LGBTQIA+ friendly space✨ I will block bigots indiscriminately and with relish.

✨This is a chub-friendly space✨ anyone who disrespects my soft friends can get the hell off my dash.

This is a SFW blog. Some content I post might be from blogs that post NSFW content themselves, but you just won't see it here.

This blog is not open to minors. SFW does not automatically mean safe for minors. Ageless and under-18 blogs DNI.

If something I post makes you uncomfy, PLEASE let me know and I will remove it.

And finally, a disclaimer regarding my Lee side:

Lee!Lacey does not appear until I know you well enough to trust you. Do NOT send me lee-oriented teases/messages/asks unless we've discussed it ahead of time, or (preferably) you've asked me directly if it's okay.

I have a lot of quirky boundaries and past trauma related to being tickled, so direct communication and discussion of those boundaries is REQUIRED before any lee!Lacey interaction can happen.

I'm always open to new friends! I will warn you I find it much quicker to interact via comments, asks, and posts rather than DMs, since extended one-on-one conversations in text tend to be very draining on me for some reason.* So I tend to be a bit of a slow reply-er... but if you're down for DM chat at the speed of snail mail, I'm your gal 🐌 🐌 🐌

*that reason is that I am far more accustomed to being the roomba friend puttering around in the background than an actual Conversational Being. And I tend to use up all my Conversational Being Imitation juice in real life.

#tickling #tickling community #ticklish #tickle blog #tummy tickling #belly tickling #intro post #lacey speaks

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claire-elvisgirl · 1 year ago

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FOREVER pt.1

Here we are...my first story! I hope you like it, make me know what you think and if you have some advices to

Word count: 1672

Summary: a normal evening becomes a dream.

Warning: nothing particular in this first chapter. Just a little of fluff and flirt.

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International Hotel, Las Vegas, 1970

You were at work, minding your own business. You have been working for Elvis Presley since 2 years and during that time you always saw him just as your boss. He probably didn’t even know your name. Your job was simple: you had to make sure that everything in his room was as he wanted. One day you were cleaning up his room, when suddenly you felt a strange presence behind you, like someone staring at you from afar and then you heard that low, tender voice.

“Well, well! How are ya, darlin'?”

You turned and there he was. Elvis Presley in person, your boss. You looked down embarrassed.

“Mr. Presley...you scared me...”.

He was so handsome you could have easily fell at his feet. He looked at you sweetly and caressed your cheek: “Ain't no need to be scared of me, sweetheart. I'm just here for a friendly visit, if that's alright with ya.”

You replied nervous: “Y- yes of course, do you need something? I haven’t finished here yet, but...” you asked embarrassed. “Not really, sweetheart. But that ain't the real reason I'm here. See, I need a woman's advice.”

A woman’s advice? From you? You were stunned. “Oh...well, ok. What's up?”. He turned his back on you and looked down: “Well, see, there's this gal and I think I might be lovin' her too much. I ain't just talkin' about a casual thing. I’m talkin' about a serious thing.”

You teased him. “Interesting...and you don't know how to tell her...am I right?”

“That’s right. I wish I could just talk to her and tell her how I feel. But I ain't got the courage. She's the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but I don’t know why I’m scared. What should I do, sweetheart?”.

You thought about it for a while. “I think the better thing is telling her the truth, but you can surprise her with something first and see her reaction!”

He looked back at you: “A surprise? Ain't a bad idea, darlin'. But what kind of surprise? Got any ideas?”.

You thought for a moment about yourself: what would you want if you were that woman he was talking about?. “I'd start with something soft...like a note, or a flower...”.

He nodded smiling: “A note or a flower. Maybe I’ll try that. Maybe I’ll write her a little note or somethin' special. But, I don't know if I should give it to her or put it somewhere and let her find it. What do you think?”. You laughed: “No, you can't give it to her by yourself...she'd find out it's from you!”.

He nodded his head in agreement. “You right. You right. So, maybe I’ll just put it somewhere...and let her find it. Like in her desk or somewhere she might come across it. What do you think? Sounds like a better plan?”. You winked. He came close to you and stood looking at you from up to down. “I wanna thank you, for takin' time outta your day to help ol' Elvis. I mean that. And I hope I didn't take up too much of your time.” You smiled to him. He was so polite. You suddenly felt nervous: “D-don't worry sir, it's part of the job!”. You’ve been working for him for the last 2 years, but you never had a private conversation like the one you were having then. He looked you right in your eyes: “You one of my fans, sweetheart?” he asked getting close to you. You blushed a little: “Well I work for you, and yes...I've always been your fan.”

“You ever came to a concert before, sweetheart?”. You shook your head: “Never...”

“You never been to one of my concerts? How in the world you ain't never come to one of my concerts, sweetheart?”. You tried to explain: “Well, mr. Presley, when you're down on stage there's so much work to do up here...”. He looked at her smiling: “I think you need to come, sweetheart. That's what I think. And don't worry about the work here. Someone alse will take care of it for ya. Trust me. You got any free time this weekend? I was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind come seein' me in concert.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “It would be great, but all the tickets are sold out...”.

He came closer. “That ain't a problem, sweetheart.” Then he put his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear: “Aint nothin' I can't fix.”. You felt your legs trembling.

“Well...ok then...thank you..”.

He was holding your cheek gently: “Ain't no need to thank me…” he looked at you, trying to catch your name. “Oh, y/n!”. “Y/n! Lovely name!” He kissed your cheek and walked away: “Well y/n, see you on Saturday then. I have to get back to work.”

You watched him going away and you felt a strange sensation. You tried to hold back all your thoughts when you realised you were soaking wet in your panties. “Fuck!” You changed and got back to work.

On Saturday night you were getting ready and you were looking for something to wear. Suddenly you saw a small note on your pillow. You took it and read it: "To my favourite girl in the whole world. I hope you have a wonderful night. Can't wait to see ya. Elvis". How could he possibly got to put it there? A note? You smiled and felt a weird feeling in your stomach, and you liked it. You DID like it! You got back to your closet and picked up a short red dress then you went down to the hotel showroom, where the concert would have take place.

Elvis was already on stage, waiting for you to arrive. He had a smile on his face and felt the adrenaline, but also a strange feeling about you. He was trying to concentrate, but couldn’t stop thinking about you. All of a sudden he saw you walking in, in that beautiful red dress. Your long hair and your smile made him shiver...he was lost in you and only you. You waved to him and smiled. He waved back enchanted, and started with the show, but he couldnt keep his eyes off of you. The exhibition was something stunning. The power that he put in every song left you speechless. While he was finishing the last song, he saw you standing up and clapping loud. He didn't stop singing but tried to reach to you with his look. When the song was over, he smiled and went down from the stage, heading to you. He put his arm around you and kissed your forehead: "Thanks for coming, darlin'". He whispered. He took your hand and put it on his chest.

"You wanna meet me backstage? I want to talk to you for a sec".

He whispered in your ear with a smile on his face. “I'll be there!” you replied full of joy. He winked at you and leave the stage. He was excited to see you and when you two met backstage he put his arm around your waist and looked in your eyes.

"Ya see, darlin', I gotta be honest with you..." the words just poured out of him as you were getting nervous. “I got a secret and I wanted to tell ya." he looked away for a moment: "Well, this ain't easy for me, sweetheart, ya see, but the secret is...I think I might be fallin' in love with ya”. Elvis looked back to you and waited nervously for your response. You looked at him, your mouth opened: “Are you serious?”.

He looked her deep in her eyes: "I'm 100% serious.". He looked happy and excited. "I mean, I don't really know what's going on, but I think I feel somethin'?". He got closer and smiled at you, while you felt his breath on your cheek. “I just hope ya ain't mad at me for feelin' this way!?" He looked more and more into your eyes, almost begging for your answer. “Of course not…” you answered.

He looked relieved to hear those words. "Well, I got another question for ya, y/n!” he grabbed both your hands and looked at you with a big smile. "I want ya to be my girlfriend. Whatcha say, darlin'?".

You were very pleased but scared at the same time. “Oh Elvis I...”.

His face showed a little shock, but he smiled quickly. "Oh, darlin', what's wrong? Ain't nothing to be scared of.". He squeezed your hands. "I was just kiddin' around, y/n. So, what's the answer? You'll be my girlfriend?". Elvis waited for your answer while still smiling at you. You nodded. Elvis smiled even wider, looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes and wrapped you in a sweet, deep hug. “Ain't you the cutest little thing?! And ya know something? From now on I’m gonna do my best to make ya happy, 'cause that's what lovers do, right?".

Elvis kissed your lips and kept the smile on his face. Then he kept on talking. "You know what, y/n? I don't feel like workin' anymore tonight. Wanna go back to Memphis with me?” He gave you a cheeky look and put his arm around your waist again. The pressure in your body was raising. The crowd was still looking at you. You took his hand: “Ok but you can't cancel the show...we'll leave after the concert! Ok?”.

He agreed. “OK, sweetheart, but I can't wait to have some time just for us.”

He kissed your cheek and your neck and winked at you. You took Elvis's airplane to Memphis. All the time he stared at you and smiled. You’re almost in Memphis when Elvis smiled big and put his arm around you. You couldn’t help but feel a weird butterflies sensation in your stomach. It must be normal, you thought. Finally you two arrived to Graceland. He looked at you and smiled. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis smut #70s elvis #elvis fans #elvis history #50s elvis #60s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis fiction #vampire #vampire story

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smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 33- MAMA Awards 2014

Chapter Summary: While collabing with Block B, Jen becomes fast friends with Taeil. Namjoon and Jin's protective parenting begins to irritate Jen. The guys tease Jen over her love for Ailee. BTS get protective when a guy starts to make moves on Jennie, demanding that if anyone wants to date her, they'll have to get approval from all seven of them.

Genre: JenKook fluff, Jealous Kook,

Words: 7,000+

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MAMA Awards was fast approaching as BTS and Block B prepared for their collaboration. There would be a rap battle, a dance battle and a singing battle. For Jennie, she received the opportunity to sing with Taeil, for the singing battle. His strong vocals and her harmony skills would be a treat for the fans. Although it was a battle, both groups thought of it as a mutual stage. She couldn't believe that she would be singing at the MAMA Awards. That was THE show to be on. So many iconic performances were performed on the show. She hoped to exceed expectations.

All she saw on Twitter were comments about her, wondering how she would do on stage at a big event like this. With everyone on the stage, working on their activities, Zico approached Jen, with Taeil.

"This is Jennie. She's the one you'll be singing with." He explained with a friendly smile.

Looking up, she returned his smile and turned to Taeil, who had a shy smile on his face.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you. Taeil, right?"

"Yes. It's very nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to working with you." He looked down at the ground.

Noticing his shyness, she shook her head in disapproval. "Oh no, you are not going to be shy around me. We are not doing this." She playfully teased, crossing her arms as he looked up, speechless. He wasn't expecting that kind of reaction from her.

Jen took a good look at him. A pair of black glasses framed his face and he was a few inches shorter than Zico. He was cute.

"I told you she's easygoing. You'll enjoy being around her. You two will be laughing and chatting it up in no time. Good luck, you two." Zico patted the two of them on the back and headed back to Namjoon to work on their raps.

"Come on, let's get to work and see how fast I can bring you out of your shy state with me." She gestured as they headed backstage. They soon find a vacant area with less commotion and sit down together at a table.

"So, what's your position in Block B?" She asked suddenly as she placed a notebook and pen on the table.

"I'm a vocalist. And you?"

"Same. I like your glasses, by the way."

"Ah, thanks. I just don't really like my eyes."

Raising a brow, she asked, "Why not?"

"They're small, so I usually just wear the glasses." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Take them off, please. Let me see."

He glanced at her warily.

"I'm not going to laugh." She reassured as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

He took the glasses off, setting them down on the table. Turning his head, he met her gaze while she tilted her head to the side, observing his eyes.

"Well? Aren't they weird looking?"

"Boy!" She playfully punched him on the arm, surprising him, but he suddenly started to laugh at her reaction. "Embrace them eyes! They look just fine!"

Her sudden compliment had his eyes light up as he felt content with her statement. "Thanks. That makes me very happy."

"You're welcome. And don't you forget that. So, any nicknames you go by? I'll keep them in mind for future reference."

"Future reference?"

"I'm sure we'll see each other again after the MAMA Awards. I'd like to become friends with you."

Taeil's mouth twitched briefly as he shook his head. "But we're already friends."

"Glad to hear!"

"For my nicknames, I usually get called sharkie, or fishie."

"I assume it has to do with fish?"

"Yeah, I take care of fish."

His hobby took her by surprise. Usually, she would hear people's hobbies like dancing, reading, singing, or working out. "That's very interesting. I never knew someone who enjoyed having pet fish. Well, for me, I usually get called Ennie and JW."

"Can I call you Ennie?"

"By all means. I'll call you sharkie."

"How do you like being here in this industry? Is it hard for you? Your Korean is clear and good."

"I'm always asked that and I feel like my answer changes sometimes. Right now, I just want to prove critics wrong. It's a bit hard being away from home and all, and I'm still trying to get used to getting more popular these days. I used to be able to go to places without any recognition but now, I feel the need to wear a hoodie or something, thanks to BTS' growing popularity. But I'm easy to notice because I'm chocolate, so...what difference does it make?" She let out a chuckle. "It's humbling though. It's an honor to collaborate with Block B, too. I'll work hard to make this singing battle successful. I admire your singing ability."

"You're very sweet, thank you. I admire your singing ability too. The feeling is mutual. Let's get started. They gave me an update on our singing battle."

"What did they change?"

"At first, they wanted us to sing more than one song, but since the segment is on a time limit, we'll only have time to do one."

Jen nodded. It was first supposed to be a BTS song and a Block B song. Each of them would sing each other's songs with each other, creating a custom verse for each song.

"So, they said we can either do Look Here by BTS or Nice Day by Block B."

"Hm. Okay. Which one do you want to do?"

"Ladies choice." He gestured.

"A-ight, then. I wouldn't mind performing Nice Day. I feel like the song is very funky and can get the crowd moving. Hm, then it looks like I'll have to do more work, with creating a custom verse." She pondered.

"Are you fine with that? We can always just do the BTS song."

Waving his concern away, she replied, "It's cool. I'm going to enjoy it. So how are we doing this?"

"Here's what I was thinking." He took her notebook and opened it to a blank sheet. He wrote down the first line of the song, which was his, and then went straight to writing the chorus. "You'll come in with the Ehs, singing it with me. We'll harmonize together."

"Sing it for me. The ehs."

Warming up his voice briefly, he began to sing, "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh."

Listening closely to his range, she began to sing with him, in a higher pitch, bringing out a smooth harmonious sound. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Eh,eh,eh,eh,eh."

"That was pretty good." He praised. "We sound great."

"I like it. Okay, what's next?"

"After the ehs, you'll come in for your verse. Then back to the chorus. You'll sing the chorus this time, and I'll occasionally sing with you. Then we'll go to the whoas, and end it on a high note by singing whoa."

"Simple enough. Sounds like that'll be a blast."

Taeil was an easy person to work with and straightforward. He was patient as she learned how to sing the song and helped her write some lyrics.

"Put a little bit more power into it. It'll hype the crowd even more." He instructed, singing a strong 'Volume up.'

"I'll think of Christina Aguilera, then." She cleared her throat. "Volume up!" Her voice came out strong and raspy.

"Good!" He nodded happily as she kept singing

"All ma party people say. Shake it up yo head, agijagihan geon narang an majeunikka."

"Kkeutkkajiga." Their voices clash smoothly.

"That sounded so damn good!" She beamed.

As they continued working, they were at the last part for the high note.

"Can you increase your pitch just a bit?" She asked before they sang again.

"WHOAAAAAAAAA~" After they sing the high note, they notice all the members of BTS and Block B are watching them in awe.

How long were they standing there for? Some had their jaws dropped, while others widened their eyes.

"That was you guys!?" U-Kwon asked in astonishment, while the two of them grinned sheepishly, feeling embarrassed.

Before they knew it, it was time for the dress rehearsal. As usual, BTS are filled with high energy, dancing and jumping around, while Block B seemed to be tired.

"So, you mean to tell me...I can't do cartwheels on stage!?" Jen exclaimed to Namjoon and Zico. They both cross their arms, playfully responding with an unamused expression. "No? Okay, maybe next year." She turned to the camera, which was filming a documentary on their preparation for the MAMA Awards. "One of these MAMA Awards, I will do cartwheels on stage. I think that'll be fun."

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It was late in China, and the staff scattered around, making sure everything was top notch for the show. From working on the lights, the music, and the cameras, the atmosphere was hectic with a hint of playfulness as everyone worked long and hard to make sure the show was a success.

Jen stood with Taeil, as the camera filmed them for the BTS and Block B hidden story of the MAMA Awards.

"Jennie and I have prepared a singing stage." Taeil happily mentioned while Jen nodded happily.

'How do you like working with Jennie?'

He was asked as he glanced at her with a smile. "She's ridiculously sweet and fun to work with." He acknowledged.

"Me? Really? This guy is so nice. He's fun to work with too. He's chill and very patient with me." she answered. Turning her head to him, she suggested, "You know, we should wear glasses while we collab together."

"I have an extra pair. You can wear that when we perform."

"Awe, really!? Yes, let me borrow them!" She clapped her hands together in excitement.

As the rehearsal went on, Jen stood off to the side to watch Zico and Namjoon practice. It must be fun to be able to perform with someone you've known for a long time. Their performance suddenly made her think of Angelina.

"Excuse me! You dropped this."

Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the sound engineers approached her. She looked up to see him handing her the choker that popped off her neck when she was practicing. When she met his eyes, she noticed that he looked around her age. Probably a few years older, with short black hair. Nonetheless, her mood was boosted when she noticed her choker was safe.

"Oh wow, thank you! Good looking out!" She bowed and examined it. "I guess it popped off while I was dancing. I must've had this on too tight. Thank you!"

Nearby, Jungkook stood with Jimin, ignoring him as he watched the guy that Jennie was talking to.

Who was he? And why is he smiling like that?

Annoyance started to overcome Jungkook as he watched the guy's lingering gaze at Jennie while getting distracted from his work.

Why did he have to stare at her like that? Why did he have that stupid smile on his face? Shouldn't he be getting back to work? Now he's distracted by her?

The way the guy smiled brightly when he watched her practice, suddenly made Jungkook frown.

"Hehehe, someone's annoyed~" He heard a familiar teasing voice.

Jungkook turned his head to see Jimin smirking at him, knowingly. He had forgotten that Jimin was next to him this entire time.

"Shut up, hyung..." Jungkook grumbled in response. Now was not the time for his teasing. He was not in the mood.

"Is someone mad~?"

"No." He firmly responded.

"Are you sure~?"

"Yes."

"That guy seems to be fond of Jennie, don't you think?"

"Hmph."

"It's cute, look at how he's staring at her. Oh, and he just started fumbling with the wires. Someone's distracted. Is that a little blush on his face?"

"Jimin," Jungkook called out in a stern voice. Ignoring his threatening tone, Jimin let out a goofy giggle.

"I wonder if he's going to ask her out. How long do you think it'll take?" Jimin pressed, oblivious to Jungkook clenching onto his mic, causing his knuckles to go white. "He looks like he really likes her. Look at how he's staring. That boy is in love~! Jennie and the cute boy sitting in a tree, k.i.s.s-"

Before he could go on, Jungkook stormed off, ignoring Jimin's loud laughter.

"Come on, Jungkookie! I was joking! I wanted to see your reaction! Jungkookie! Come back! Wait!" He walked after him, in a fit of giggles.

After rehearsing, both groups took a short break. Yawning, Jennie looked ahead to the same guy who gave her back the choker.

"Good job, that was a great high note." He praised with a smile.

"Really? Thank you. I think my mic is a little lower than Taeil's." She handed him her mic.

"Got it handled. I've noticed it too. So, what's your name?"

Letting out a soft chuckle at the question, she shook her head. "I think you know."

"Well, it's always polite to still ask someone what their name is." He replied with a smile.

She looked at him, registering his statement. That was nice of him to consider that.

"Jennie."

"My name is Shin."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Shin. And thanks so much for finding my choker. I legit just brought that thing. I'm gonna need to figure out if I should just buy a new one or see if I can fix it. It's broken since it popped."

"I could fix it for you."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, it's just a choker."

"By all means, I don't mind."

"Well, if you want. Thank you." She handed him back her choker.

"It'll be good as new by the day of the show."

"I dunno why but you look like you should be an idol or something."

"I get that a lot but I'm more of a behind the scenes kind of guy. You play an instrument?"

"The guitar. I'm so passionate about it. And I like to DJ for fun."

"Oh really? Maybe you should show me your DJ skills sometime."

"Nah, I want to DJ for Yoongi first. I did before but not live from scratch. I just showed him what I already played around with. So I hope you understand that Yoongi will be the one."

"Ah, it's cool. I respect that."

Meanwhile, Jungkook unintentionally let out a growl of aggravation as he watched their interaction from afar. His microphone in his hand was shown no mercy as he continued to tightly hold onto it.

"You all right?" Tae patted him on the back.

"I'm fine." He grumbled.

"Someone's moody. What's wrong with you?"

Jimin put an arm around Tae, laughing. "He's just-"

"Hyung!" Jungkook snapped.

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"BOOBS! NO! NO! AND NO! No boobies are showing on my watch!" Jin's frantic yelling in the hotel room was heard. Jennie let out an exasperated sigh.

"They're just balls of fat!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air.

"And those balls of fat will have the guys staring!"

"I don't even have anything!" She placed her hands on her chest, raising them up and down.

"You're still growing! Don't lie to me, they're getting bigger!"

"How do you know!?"

"Because Mama Jin knows best!"

It was finally December 3rd. The day of the MAMA Awards. BTS were getting ready, preparing for their red carpet appearance. A stylist had dressed Jen in a tight red strapless dress, that hugged her curves. As soon as Jin saw the dress, he nearly had a heart attack. It was too sexy. She was still young in his eyes to wear something like that. But Jennie thought there was nothing wrong, and she trusted the stylist's judgment on the dress.

"Jin, it's just a dress!"

"No, Jennie."

"This is bullshit. Like, really." She snapped in irritation. "You drawlin' right now."

"What was that? Say that in Korean! Don't go English on me, when I'm talking to you!" He scolded.

"I said you're drawlin' right now! The dress is fine! You are overreacting! My God, it's a damn dress. There's nothing wrong with it! You are freaking out over nothing! Shit!" She retorted.

She was so angry, she liked the dress, but his bickering began to piss her off.

"The answer is no." He firmly ordered.

"You can't just-"

"And that's FINAL!" He turned to the stylist, who looked frightened at their heated disagreement.

"Please change her dress." He pleaded, smiling apologetically.

Turning back to Jennie, he screamed in horror when he sees how her butt looked with the dress, while Namjoon stood next to him.

"Uh, excuse me, missy but where do you think you're going, with that dress on?" Namjoon crossed his arms.

There was no way she was going out there with that type of dress on. Not on his watch.

"Oh, my god! There's no problem with this, jawn." Jen shouted.

"That's too much ass, Jen. I don't want guys getting fresh with you."

"I think I can notice the fuckboys when I see one."

"Can you really? Guys will say anything to try to get in your pants."

"I know..."

"Do you really? Because your butt is getting bigger. And as you like to call them, your balls of fat, they're getting bigger as well and I don't want anyone getting any bright ideas. And they bet not stare or try to touch you."

"Namjoon, I appreciate the concern but my butt is a butt, I can't do anything about it."

"Why must it be so big!?" Jin complained. "This is too much!"

"Wait until you're 18 to wear this," Namjoon warned.

"I don't want her to wear that at all!" Jin whined.

Annoyed, Jen rolled her eyes. "Thanks mom and dad." She muttered.

After much debate with Jin and Namjoon, the stylist helped Jen finally settle for a short red two piece dress.

"Make sure it's not short in the back." Jin made Jen turn around as he examined the back of the bottom piece of the dress. "Are you wearing safety shorts? Hopefully, it won't show anything."

"Are you kidding me? I have the shorts on. It's fine," She sighed loudly

"Hm...okay, you're off the hook for now."

"It's nice and classy." Namjoon nodded in approval. "I like it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Jen huffed.

After getting her hair and makeup done, she left the room while Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi continued getting ready. Adjusting her black heels, she made her way down the hallway. Meanwhile, Jungkook just left his room which he shared with the rest of the members. He walked down the hallway and adjusted his red coat. When he looked up, he stopped in his tracks.

"Wow." He let out a breath as he stared at the breathtaking sight. He watched as she got closer, adjusting her skirt. He noticed that she was even wearing the friendship ring, just like he was. Looking at the ring on her finger made his stomach leap with joy.

Meeting his gaze, Jen's eyes light up, pleased to see him as she waved enthusiastically.

"Hey, Kookie!" She beamed.

And there was the smile he would never get tired of. He loved to see her so happy. Little did he know, she was annoyed by her previous disagreement with Namjoon and Jin. But once she laid eyes on him, her annoyance went away and she felt nothing but elation. He had that positive effect on her, but she was unaware that the feeling was mutual.

"What do you think? Do I look OK?" She gestured.

"You look..." He trailed off, taking in her appearance.

"Too much red?"

"Nah. You look gorgeous."

"Aw, you really think so? That makes me happy, to hear you say that. Thank you. You're not too bad yourself. Hold on, this has been bothering me, I'm tired of looking at this uneven collar." She adjusted his red coat while he looked down at her. "Have you grown overnight?"

"I don't think so."

"You're getting tall, Kookie."

"Oh really? Am I getting manlier?" He teased with a bunny smile.

Taking a step backward, she examined his outfit, head to toe.

"Hm...nope." She smirked with amusement and strolled past him, heading for the elevator.

Taken aback by her answer, he turned around with his eyes widened. "Y-YAH!"

Meeting up with her, he pressed the down button, ignoring her fit of giggles. "That was mean." He huffed

"Hehehe, I'm just joking. You're manly. And you look handsome. Just try not to kill the ladies with your charm." She nudged him.

"I could say the same to you." He nudged her back.

When BTS arrives on the red carpet, they get out of the van and immediately have pictures taken of them.

"Can you please talk with me during the welcome meeting?" Namjoon asked Jennie. "I'm feeling a bit pressured."

"Your English is just fine. Don't feel pressured. And yeah, I got you." she reassured him.

Each member stood on the red carpet, smiling and waving. Lights flashed quickly from all directions, making Jen squint her eyes briefly. One thing she disliked was the constant clicking noises when pictures were taken and the flashing lights. It was difficult to see at times. For this year's MAMA Awards, BTS were nominated for Song of the Year and Best Dance performance.

"Hello, we are..." Namjoon started off.

"BTS!"

"It's our very first time in Hong Kong, and we've heard so many fans in Kong Kong are really got those energies and passions for K-Pop." He continued.

Jen nodded and spoke up. "Yes, we're so honored to be here. We're excited, we can't wait to perform, and we are looking forward to our first MAMA in Hong Kong. This is such a big deal to us, and we cannot wait for our stage."

Jungkook was unable to hold back his smile as he looked down at his feet, listening to her speak in English. When she spoke in Korean, she would sound unintentionally cute. But her English voice would sound chill, yet gentle, with some sort of accent from where she used to live.

"We can't wait for the stage and just like Jennie said, we're so honored to be here," Namjoon added. "We've prepared an unpredictable and special stage, for this 2014 MAMA."

"Yes, whatever you do, don't take your eyes off the stage, you could miss something special." She teased with a smile.

"Yeah, it's going to be really surprising, I think it's going to be special and surprising. Thank you."

"Thank you very much!" Jennie bowed with the rest of the members.

After their red carpet performance, Jennie was approached by Choi Yeo-jin, who was one of the red carpet hosts. "Miss Bangtan! Do you have a moment?" She asked with a bright smile.

"Hi! Yes, of course." She bowed and returned her smile.

"Before I start, let's take a look at this two piece dress. Wow, very pretty."

Jen decided to turn around, for the camera, showing off the dress. "Thank you, I love this dress."

"How do you feel right now, at the MAMA Awards?"

"I feel awesome! This was always a dream of mine, to be here at the MAMA Awards, and now it finally has come true. I'm excited!"

"I can tell, you're so happy! Fans want to know; how does it feel to be the first African American in a K-Pop group?"

"Y'know, I'm thrilled that fans asked for more diversity in K-Pop and I hope I live up to the expectations. I do feel a little bit pressured because of the high expectations. Like, oh, 'will she be singing in English the whole time or in Korean? Does she know the culture well? Is this a publicity stunt or something?' but I'm proud that I have been proving to my critics that I am very serious about this position in this industry and I'm taking it one day at a time. I'm happy that my Korean is good, and becoming easier to understand for everyone." She answered genuinely.

She continued her answer in a passionate voice, "I'm happy that I'm still here, and I'm always thankful for my boys because if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be where I am today. Being here, it's very humbling. I get Instagram comments and tweets from fans saying that I'm inspiring them, it's so crazy. I always get excited when I perform with the guys. I don't think it matters what color you are, who you are, or anything like that, just follow your dream. Go for it. I've had my fair share of low times, failures and rejection and I know there's more to come, but you can overcome the obstacles."

"Her confidence is strong! I can tell you are very passionate and I do enjoy watching you perform. I like your charisma."

"Oh, stop." Jen let out a chuckle, flattered at her praise. "Thank you."

"Any advice you can give to foreigners?"

"Never be afraid to branch out."

"Which performance are you most excited to see?"

"Oh, you know I'm looking forward to Baekhyun! EXO~" She let out a giggle.

"Why him?"

"He's amazing in EXO. I'm a huge K-Pop fan, I'm a fan like everyone else. I'm a huge stan of EXO. I drive the guys crazy whenever I listen to other groups, dancing and singing obnoxiously to annoy them, hahaha."

"How nervous are you for tonight?"

"Right now, I'm at a 5 for nervousness. But just before I get on the stage, it'll be a 10. I always get nervous before a performance."

After the interview, she headed backstage to meet up with the rest of the members. Before she could go any further, she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. Turning around, her eyes widened when she saw G-Dragon and bowed at him.

"Long time, no see!" He greeted cheerfully.

"H-hey! Oh, my gosh, it's been a while!" She laughed while he pulled her in for a hug.

"It has. I wanted to say hey and check up on you. It seems like just yesterday when I attended my first MAMA Awards. You'll never forget your first MAMA Awards. How are you feeling?"

"I'm calm now but I know the butterflies will be coming, soon."

"Yeah, they'll always come. But I know you're going to be fine. I'm looking forward to your performance."

"And I'm looking forward to yours! You're gonna kill it!" She grinned while one of the staff members approached the two of them, telling them to go to their seats.

As the show started, fancams were filming BTS and their reactions towards the performances. As they watched the Last Fantasy stage with Girl's Day and Ailee, Jen let out a squeal when Ailee took her black hat off, revealing herself to be dancing with Girl's Day.

"Hehehe, she's so happy!" Jimin teased.

"Ailee~! Jennie can't get enough of her." Tae giggled.

"Quiet!" She hushed them, feeling her face heat up.

As Ailee performed 'Don't Touch Me', the guys kept glancing at Jen's reactions and lipsyncing. As the fancams caught everything, it was safe to say that Jennie is the ultimate Ailee fangirl and anticipated the day when the two of them finally cross paths.

Jen continued to watch with happiness. Ailee's strong stage presence and vocals were amazing, as she jammed in her seat. Meanwhile, Jimin, Hobi and Tae giggled at her eagerness, while Namjoon let out a chuckle.

There was a time when a camera was right in front of Jennie, so she lipsynced the lyrics, looking at the camera with a smile.

After her performance was over, Jen happily applauded.

"*Cough* fangirl."

Jen turned to Jimin and punched him on the arm. "Shut up!"

"Hehehe, Munchkin was so cute, all happy for Ailee." Hobi giggled.

As the show went on, with John Legend performing, Jennie couldn't help but feel like she was being stared at and started to feel curious. Meanwhile, it was from afar, where GOT7 sat, where the culprit was. It was revealed to be BamBam, who watched her with a smile on his face.

'She's really cute.' He thought as he continued to watch her. He thought her reactions towards Ailee were infectious and enjoyed her enthusiasm. Just as he continued to observe her, Jennie turned her head around as he quickly looked away.

'I hope she didn't catch me.' He thought, as his stomach dropped.

He'd have to be more careful. He snuck in another glance before looking away, afraid he'd get caught.

Jackson laughed at his shyness. "Smooth."

"Shh! Don't make it so obvious!"

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"

Later that night, backstage, Block B and BTS prepared for their stage. They were right after Sistar. For the performance, Jennie wore a white crop top with her leather jacket over it. Her jeans were white and high waisted, along with a white bandana tied on top of her head. As she had finishing touches done on her hair by one of the stylists, the sound engineer, Shin, who approached her during the dress rehearsal, strolls over to adjust her earpiece. But she noticed him fumbling with the earpiece.

"Are you okay?" she giggled at his nervousness.

After finally adjusting the earpiece, he let out a short chuckle and tried to flirt, "Sorry, I don't really see a lot of foreigners here. And I wasn't aware how pretty they are."

Taking his flirting attempt as a sweet compliment, her face warmed up as she giggled. "I'm flattered. Thank you."

Meanwhile, Jungkook let out a sigh of annoyance, sneaking glances at the two of them while they talked.

"All right...it was funny at first but now I'm getting annoyed with this guy. He doesn't seem to quit, huh?" Jimin looked on, shaking his head. "I wonder if he knows that she's not interested."

"I hope so..." Jungkook mumbled.

As he watched them, Jungkook clenched his jaw when he saw Shin adjusting her bandana. Jimin was staring at Shin with the scariest glare, feeling the urge to protect her. He was too close to her.

Shin is a sound engineer, not a stylist.

Why was he trying to get close and touch her?

Why was he trying to flirt with her?

Having enough, the two members made their way to them. Noticing their presence, Jennie turned and smiled. "Hey, guys!"

Jungkook's anger dissipated as he replied with a smile. Meanwhile, Jimin spoke in a not so friendly tone, "I think some members of Block B need help with their mics. Now."

"All right, thank you. Good luck out there, Jennie." Shin smiled and left.

"Um, are you two okay? You look like you just lost in one of your favorite video games."

"Nothing!" The two boys replied.

No matter what, the Maknae line will always have each other's back.

Mission: Protect Jennie Successful

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'Fight of The Century'

As soon as Boy in Luv came on, BTS walked out to the stage, hyped up. Jen shot the camera a rock on sign before walking up the steps to stand on the stage, with her mic in hand.

The roar of the crowd took her by surprise as she looked at the sea of humanity all around the venue. This was it. This was BTS' time to shine at the MAMA Awards. Butterflies in her stomach got worse as she smiled through the nervousness, acting hyped up with the rest of the members.

"Let's go!" She shouted, jumping around on stage.

Next up was Block B, walking out to NalinA. When they got on stage, both groups faced off before they heard a horn.

With the members leaving the stage except for Jimin, J-Hope, U-Kwon and B-Bomb, the dance battle commenced.

While the guys danced on stage, Jen stood at the back of the stage with Taeil, in the dark. He had on his pair of glasses and a large brown hat on his head. She put on her pair of black glasses to match him.

"Nervous?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm shaking." She let out a shaky breath. "I dunno know about this."

"It's going to be OK. You're going to do great. We got this." He smiled in reassurance, removing his hand from her shoulder.

There were so many people, and so many idols watching. The heat was on.

As soon as Jimin ripped his shirt off, the crowd went into pandemonium, even making the idols freak out, especially the ladies. The sudden sound of the crowd, soothed Jen's nerves as she started to laugh.

"They're going crazy!" Taeil listened in awe.

"Oh, Jimin...what do we expect? He's always full of surprises." She responded, proud of Hobi and Jimin for their dancing.

As the lights faded out, Taeil walked on stage to stand before the ramp that connected to the stage where the Dance off was.

All ma party people ready~!

He sang out as the song transitioned to the chorus while the lights revealed him. He's met with loud screams and cheers as he performed, walking down the ramp as the crowd jammed out.

Where ma party people at

sikkeureopge hae

ttabunhan geu gamogeseo araseodeul

gieonawa oh tonight volume up

all ma party people say

Shake it up yo head

agijagihan geon narang

an majeunikka kkeutkkajiga

Let's go let's go let's go~!

The lights appeared down on Jennie as she walked down the ramp, singing with him,

EH eh EH EH EH

EH eh EH EH EH eh (have a nice day)

EH eh EH EH EH

EH eh EH EH EH eh (have a nice day)

"Show em what you got Jen-nay~!" He sang in a high voice and jammed to himself while she started to sing,

Aye,

Everybody party it up

Everybody knows what's up

Let me give you a heads up and tell you how it's going down, right now

Let's raise the volume to the max and get loose.

You know this music makes you want to

Tell me why you're staying calm, it's time to leave the worries out the window

As she sang, Taeil met up with her in the middle of the ramp. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, as she grinned in response. He followed her, dancing around.

Dance for me and keep it grooving

Don't stop now, keep it moving

This beat is so funky, I can't control my body

Time to break a sweat on this dance floor

Let's get a little naughty

BTS, Block B, you know how we go

Hong Kong, at MAMA, you know how we roll

All ma party people put your hands up

Wrapping an arm over her shoulder, Taeil and Jennie rock from side to side in front of a camera, happily.

Me and Taeil goin' party all night, they can't stop our flow

Tonight is the night, we goin' show em how it's done,

Tonight is the night, now shake your body and lose your mind

Getting released, she sang the chorus, walking with Taeil as she pointed to the camera when it moved with them.

Where ma party people at

sikkeureopge hae

ttabunhan geu gamogeseo araseodeul

gieonawa oh tonight volume up

Taeil took over, singing, "All ma party people say, Shake it up yo head, agijagihan geon narang an majeunikka."

"kkeutkkajiga" They harmonize together, earning louder cheers. "Let's go, let's go, let's go~!"

EH eh EH EH EH

EH eh EH EH EH eh (have a nice day)

EH eh EH EH EH

EH eh EH EH EH eh (have a nice day)

As the piano played, Taeil did a scat, before singing out, "Whoa!"

Jen responded with her own, "Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

"Oh!"

"Whoa!"

"Whoa~" They sang their high note to louder cheers and then the lights went out, ending their battle.

Seconds later, Rap Monster and Zico were revealed on stage for their rap battle.

As Taeil and Jennie left the stage, she wrapped her arms around him for a big hug. "We did it, Sharkie!"

"We make a great team Ennie! We did great!"

She let out a breath. "That was so fun. And I'm not even nervous anymore, I'm ready for the next performance!"

After the rap battle, BTS gathered to perform Danger. When it was Jen's part, a camera showed BamBam jamming out to her verse with a big grin on his face. Afterward, Block B performed Her. After they finished, both groups gathered on stage.

"Ah, yeah!" Rap Monster rasped out.

"Let's~ get it started...in here~" Jen sang as the opening beats for Black Eyed Peas' Let's Get It Started came on.

And the base keep runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin',

and Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and

Dancing to the beat, she stuck her tongue, dancing around. This sound was such a throwback as she performed with the boys.

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Headed backstage, Jen was approached by Shin, yet again, while Tae watched, unamused. There was something about him that Tae wasn't feeling.

"Let me know if I'm overstepping my boundaries with this question but, uh, are you seeing anyone by any chance?" Shin asked out of the blue, staring right into her eyes.

His question took her by surprise. Honestly, she wasn't expecting anyone to pay her any mind. Sure, she wanted to date in the future but she just met him and would like to get to know how before making a drastic decision.

She answered politely, "O-oh, uh, well. Sorry that caught me by surprise."

"Really? Shame that no one's noticed just how special you are." He got closer.

"I'm not liking this..." Taehyung watched on, alerted and decided to approach them, bringing Jimin along.

"I wonder how Jungkookie would've reacted if he saw what we saw." Jimin huffed, watching Shin in disapproval.

"I don't want to know or find out, man."

"U-uh, I'm really flattered." Jennie took a step back, bowing politely at Shin. He was a bit too close. "But time is a virtue. Let's get to know each other first. Let's be friends."

"HEY, ENNIE~!" Taehyung loudly greeted cheerfully, putting an arm around her, and pulling her close to him.

"Oh, Tae, Jimin, what's up, guys?" She smiled and glanced at them.

"I couldn't help but notice you and this guy talking." Tae narrowed his eyes at Shin. Shin raised a brow at his dirty look, hiding his annoyance at getting interrupted. "Sorry, but she's not interested."

Before Jen could comprehend what he just said, Jimin added insult to injury, speaking in a serious tone, "Yes, Jennie...our Jennie...our precious...precious Miss Bangtan, who is protected by SEVEN Bangtan Boys...is a very...very busy young lady." He stared at Shin with another one of his scary looks.

"Yes, and she has no time to be getting distracted. I hope you understand."

"Guys!" Jennie exclaimed.

"Well, can I at least get your number?" Shin suggested.

"Ah, ah, ah. No boys." Namjoon came out of nowhere, grabbing Shin's phone out of Jennie's hands. He handed the phone back to Shin. "She won't be needing your number. Carry on, man."

Jen exhaled sharply and stormed off, getting annoyed. Why did they have to do that? That was so rude. She at least wanted to be friends with the guy. What was wrong with that?

Back in their seats, Jen was pissed.

Jimin giggled. "She's mad~."

"Jimin, shut up." She retorted.

"I'm not feelin' that guy, Smartie." Yoongi put his two cents in.

"Yeah, you can do better," Tae replied.

"You'll thank us later," Hobi reassured her.

Jen's mood went back to happiness, acting hyped and fangirling over EXO's performance, as they start with Black Pearl. Baekhyun looked amazing as usual, as she was in awe.

"Really?" Yoongi shook his head. "You are such a girl."

"Don't talk during Baekhyun's parts, hush!"

As the performance progressed, she squealed, "Ahhhh, look at him!" She pointed at, watching Baekhyun sing his verse for Overdose.

"OH, SHE WANTS ME!" She grabbed onto Yoongi, shaking him.

"Cut it out!" He tried to push her off. Hobi, Tae and Jimin laughed at Yoongi's struggle.

Despite the annoyance in some parts, and the nervousness, the MAMA Awards was a success for BTS, and a night they will never forget.

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Back at the hotel room, Jen shared with Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi, Jen wanted all the members to be in one room, to talk about the restrictions she had against talking to Shin.

"Okay, so are you guys gonna act like you didn't do anything while I was talking to him?" She asked. "What the heck? That was not cool. I'm trying to make more friends in this industry."

"And you will. Just not that guy. Look, you don't need to be around any boys. You should wait." Namjoon spoke up.

"Oh, mah God, I just want to be friends, that's all!"

"I honestly don't see what the damn problem is with her speaking to more boys." Yoongi retorted. "Leave the poor girl alone. She's smart enough to know which guys to watch out for. I just don't approve of that sound engineer. He seems corny. You can do better."

"Does she? This is a different country!" Jin exclaimed.

"So, what?" Yoongi bluntly replied.

"There's guys that want to experiment on foreigners. Especially a girl like her. I'm not letting anyone take advantage of her." Namjoon crossed his arms. "I am not allowing any guys to take advantage of her. Done deal. End of story."

"They won't, I won't let them." Jennie tried to explain.

"Well, you shouldn't just give your number out to just anyone! You never know what will happen, Jennie. You need to get that through your head. Do you know who we are?" Namjoon asked sternly.

Frowning at his lecture, she crossed her arms, stubbornly staying silent for a moment, before mumbling an answer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said we're idols..." She grumbled.

"People sharing idols' numbers is common. You must be careful." Hobi advised while the Maknae line watched on, back and forth.

Jen turned to the Maknae line. "Are you guys gonna help me, here?" She gestured, but they shook their heads.

"We're all worried about your safety, too. We agree with the hyungs." Jungkook answered, seriously.

"Are you for real?" Jen shook her head. "I thought you would take my side!"

"Stop trying to argue with it." Namjoon scolded. "That guy seems fishy."

"Stop treating me like a kid!" She snapped

"Well stop acting like one."

Shaking from anger, she growled. "You are just so...UGH! I can't stand you! You don't tell the rest of the Maknae line who they can and cannot talk to, so why me? Un-believable! Are you gonna do this to everyone I talk to now? Because I find it hard to believe that this will be a onetime thing. You're freaking out over nothing! Stop babying me!"

Namjoon sighed out of annoyance, watching her storm out of the room. "Don't slam the-"

BAM

"...She slammed the door." He rubbed his temples.

Jin rushed to the door, opened it, and watched Jennie walk off. "The guys want the chocolate! But they won't get the chocolate! If they want the chocolate, they'll have to go through me!" He shouted as Jennie turned around, confused at his sudden outburst. "And I, Jin, do not approve of any of this! They will not get the chocolate! YOU WILL THANK ME LATER!"

"What is wrong with you!?" She rolled her eyes and got on the elevator.

"Huh? What chocolate? There's no chocolate around here. Is there?" Taehyung looked around the room.

"He...never mind. Forget it Tae." Namjoon shook his head.

Jin, grabbing the Bangtan Bomb camera, began to film. "We the Bangtan Boys have an announcement to make on our Bangtan Girl. To all the men out there. Older and younger." he spoke up.

"If you want to date Miss Bangtan," Namjoon added.

"Date our precious Jennie." Jimin beamed.

"Then you must get the approval of ALL seven of us! Every single one of us." Jin guaranteed.

"We will do background checks." Hobi pointed out.

"Ask about your education and work." Yoongi spoke up.

"And make sure you are good for our Jennie." Tae smiled.

"Ah, but she won't be dating until she's in her 30s. She has plenty of time." Jin smiled innocently.

"Should we start setting curfews for her?"

"Nah, let's not go that far. She'll kill us in our sleep." Namjoon laughed as Jin ended the video.

He knew Jennie would come around. He'll find her and have a long one on one chat. Things got blown out of proportion. But he hoped that when he talks to her, she'll understand where he's coming from. All he wants is to protect her.

After pondering, he exhaled and left the hotel room to go find her. She couldn't have gone far.

Back in the room, Jimin suggested, "What about Jungkookie? Should we set him a curfew?"

"Ah, he's a shy bean, we have nothing to worry about with him." Hobi patted Jungkook on the back.

"I dunno...Jungkookie isn't as innocent as you think." Jimin teased.

"IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW!?" Jin screamed.

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