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To Be Popular - JJK [Chapter 2]

Pairing: Social Media Influencer! Jungkook X Marketing Manager! Reader ft. Yoongi

Summary:

You love everything about social media - apart from the ever-growing number of social media influencers. You don't understand how these people gain followers and admirers just by installing a camera and doing very basic things in front of it. And you despise how some of them can do anything to gain fame, to be popular - even if it includes uploading their bedroom scene in pornsites aka people like Jeon Jungkook. But when your company launches a new product and your department head tasks you with signing Jeon Jungkook up as an endorsement partner - you have no choice but to chase him like the corporate slave that you are. However, things turn worse when you embroil in a dating rumor with him and have to keep the game going for the sake of everything. is it really for the worse or things will turn in a way you never expected it to?

Theme: Strangers to lovers au, fake dating au, kind of enemies to lover au, angst, smut, fluff.

Full Series Word Count: 26k

Chapter word count: 6.4k+

Warnings: flirting, argument, kissing that's all.

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Chapter index: -

Drabbles: Imposter in the club,

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Only twice in your life did you have the need to sign contracts.

First time was your employment contract, the second time was your house lease contract.

The third contract turns out to be something that you didn’t even have the wildest dreams about - a dating contract.

That too, with a person you seemingly get irked by very often.

You have gone through the documents almost every day this past week, so much so that now you can recite the terms and conditions as fluently as your phone number.

The contract is pretty standard if you are being honest. There is only one term that you added: “Kisses are not allowed”. And it seems like both Seokjin and Jungkook have no issues accepting your only term.

However, your hands feel clammy all of a sudden when you are about to sign the papers. The thoughts of being under the limelight scares you.

And being Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend means a lot of limelight in social media.

“You okay?” Kim Seokjin asks, perceiving your hesitation in signing the papers.

“Yeah.. I am just.. You know… don’t know what to expect from all these.” you voice.

Seokjin places an assuring hand on top of yours, with a little squeeze he says, “you can trust me, Y/N. I will do my best to keep your private life private. Jungkookie is not a bigshot anyway but yes I know there are risks of privacy breach, which will be my department to handle.”

You feel an odd sense of relief injected by the man’s silver voice.

But it seems like you spoke too soon because, “what’s up you two?” Jungkook appears from nowhere. He eyes the place where Seokjin has his hand on top of yours and narrows his eyes at you.

“You are late.” Seokjin directs his authoritative voice towards Jungkook. Jungkook sits down on the chair beside him and starts chugging down water. His Adam's apple bobs like a sin.

You distract yourself from the scene by signing the papers finally.

“Now it’s your turn.” Seokjin extends the paper towards Jungkook, who without a second thought takes it and signs it.

For a moment you wonder how he manages to stay disconnected from every worry?

You are as much of a stranger as he is to you. But still, he didn’t hesitate to sign like you did. Maybe this is another reason why you dislike Jeon Jungkook? Because he gets to be care-free while you have to care for every single move you make.

See for an instance - once you dared to pull an act of bravery and it landed you on a dating deal with Jeon Jungkook.

How fucking funny!

Your fingers tap on your laptop keyboard as you open the email sent by Jungkook’s agency. It’s a full fledged schedule for your and Jungkook’s first month of appearance.

And that starts tomorrow.

As for tomorrow, you will have to visit a cozy cafe with your supposedly boyfriend and get caught by paparazzi. Once you become talk of the media then the company will go ahead and publish an official statement.

Things will continue like this for five months. During the sixth month your appearances will slow down and at the beginning of the seventh month, the agency will confirm the break up.

Sounds pretty clean.

During these seven months Jungkook will be done with the endorsement deal with your company as well. Hence, there is no need of working with him afterwards, which is a pleasant news to be honest.

So now that you are already in the mess, you should as well taste the water and see what it brings for you.

“You sure will be okay with it? Do you want me to tag along and keep an eye?” Jimin’s concerned voice rings in your ear.

You are so thankful that the universe gifted him to you in the form of a best friend. From high school till now, there was hardly a day when Jimin didn’t text you, asked what you were up to, let you know what he was doing.

He is that one friend who never got away.

“I will be fine. Don’t worry. Go and enjoy your time, do something fun.” you add. No matter how tempting his offer is, you don’t want him to ruin his Sunday to look after you while you are on a playdate.

“But Y/N-”

“Jimin, I will be fine! I will keep updating you, okay?”

He sighs on the other side making you chuckle. “Okay. but do keep me updated.”

“Yes. appa. Yes.”

You check yourself once upon cutting the call.

Yeah, you look presentable. Hopefully paparazzies won’t have any issues with your sober dressing sense.

Once again your head bobs in the direction from where Jungkook’s car should be emerging. But you find none.

He is late.

Great. Another reason to hate Jeon Jungkook.

Just when you are about to pluck your phone out and throw a text towards him, you hear the rumbling sound of an engine.

More specifically the sound of Jungkook’s bike.

He comes to stop where you are standing under a bus stop shade and extends a helmet towards you.

You are way too busy grasping that you miss the object being offered to you.

“Do I have to ride this with you?” you point at his bike.

“It’s called a bike. And yes, you are going to ride it with me.” Jungkook thrusts the helmet towards you again.

“Thanks for letting me know what it is called. But are you sure I will be in functioning condition by the time we reach?”

“Don’t worry, my dear girlfriend, I will take care of ya.” he gives you a cheesy grin.

If something flips inside your chest, then it’s better to put off the subject and focus on the fake date ahead.

So, you put on the helmet, hop on his bike, and place your hands on his shoulders.

“Be careful, it's hot down there. Spread your legs a little more.” Jungkook warns.

You know, it’s about the bike but the implications of his words sets your face on a battle of blush.

Managing your gut and composure you reply with an affirmative sound.

“Did you… cut your hair?” Now that Jungkook has stripped off his helmet and is sitting relaxed before you, you can see the difference in his hairstyle from what you saw yesterday.

“Yeah. All by myself. I even live streamed it. How do I look?” You can see Jungkook’s face lighting up as soon as you mention his new hairstyle.

“You look like a twelve year old. Cute.” and you are genuine with your words. He looks less mischievous and certainly not like someone who would fuck on camera.

The tip of his ears turn pink when he registers your compliment.

Clearing his throat a little he says, “what should we order?”

“A flat white for me. And that cheese cake, strawberry one.” you say, awkwardly peeking at the menu, which is currently under Jungkook’s scrutiny.

You hear him chuckling and when you follow that sound, you find him staring down at you. His crinkled eyes, baby-like fringe, bunny-teeth on display and that beautiful smile makes him look like a completely different person.

He doesn’t look like the Jungkook you used to dislike.

And that spreads something warm under your skin. You start smiling at him without noticing yourself.

“Isn’t that Jeon Jungkook?” a second female voice comes from a little distance.

“Oh my god. Yes. and who is he with? Isn’t he dating that bully girl? Doona or Dana?”

“What? No. didn’t you see his viral videos from the club? That girl is his rumored girlfriend. They seemed to have a fight that night but I guess they are good now?”

“Oh really?”

Even though the spectators are trying to be discreet and silent with their gossip, they are anything but.

When you look in their direction, your eyes lock with one of them. She quickly turns away and types something on her phone.

Something reaches out for your hand that is placed on the table top.

It’s Jungkook’s own hand.

He wraps his big palm around yours and interlaces his fingers with yours. With a sickeningly sweet smile he says, “the act has started, we should jump into characters now.”

You tighten your fingers around him and reply, “of course we should.”

However, you are still unsure about where you will be after six months of this play. Will you be friends with Jeon Jungkook? Or will you end up being more?

“But how did you let Kim Doona come between you two if you were seeing each other?”

By the time you and Jungkook managed to come out of the cafe that day, it was already a mess. At least ten different people were trying to get your face properly, five others were trying to get a shot of your and Jungkook's intertwined hands and others were clicking pictures not-so-secretly.

By the time you were home, your photos were all over Jungkook’s fandom’s insta profiles.

And when the bomb (aka the official statement from the agency) dropped, your phone flooded with questions after questions.

You didn’t answer any.

Nonetheless, the questions reappeared, this time directly, as soon as you stepped into your workplace on Monday.

And this question in particular - it was the mostly asked one and you were ready for it.

Your colleague nudges you again, “come on, tell me, why did you let him fuck the other girl if you were dating him?”

“I wasn’t dating him back then.” you reply confidently, of course you had your own share of practice. “We used to be friends. But you know… friends with feelings. So yeah.. I was kinda pissed at him.”

She makes an O shape with her mouth.

“Is that why you lashed out on him during the meeting? I mean I heard that you…” she doesn’t end her sentence.

These people really work less and gossip more. You nod.

“Who confessed though? You or him? Oh- wait! Did you confess at the club? Is that why you two were seen fighting?” she throws her rapid-fire questions at you.

But you are pleased. It worked out the way you wanted. You didn’t have to tell the story, she completed it all by herself.

“Yup.” you popped the ‘P’ very enthusiastically.

“Wow! You are living a fan-fiction, girl, a proper friends to lovers au.” she squeals in her seat, “mind if I post the story on my insta? I wanna use my colleague privilege card.”

You think for a moment. If she spreads the story herself, it will be better for you. You won’t have to recite it all again and again. So you murmur a little “go ahead” and let her click a selfie with you.

Your computer dings with a notification from Yoongi. He is asking you to come to his cabin.

Great. Another round of interviews.

“I just checked the campaign schedule. It’s efficient as always. Good job, Y/N.” Yoongi’s praise brings a smile to your lips.

You murmur a little thank you with a small smile playing on your lips.

Every time Yoongi praises your work, your insides flip. But sometimes you wish for those praises to come as ‘you look good today’, ‘your dress looks nice’ and stuff like that.

Even though that brings a sinking feeling temporarily, that doesn’t stay for long.

“By the way..” it’s coming, it’s coming, “how did you and Jeon Jungkook end up together? As much as I can assume, you two met each other during the meeting for the first time.”

This. This is not what you prepared yourself for.

You didn’t think Yoongi would be too interested in knowing your relationship history, so you wouldn’t have to explain anything to him. But not only is he interested, he seems to be pretty observant of things as well.

Now you can’t tell him the fake story you just told your colleague nor can you tell him that the entire thing is fake.

So you clear your throat, “it just…. Happened.”

“Just happened? You seemed to be pretty livid about his existence that day?” your cute manager gives you a lopsided smile.

“But then you sent me behind him, to convince him or whatever. And things happened.” you turn your confidence up yet again.

He quirks a brow at you, “things happened after that club incident, huh?”

He is right. But not the way he is thinking himself to be right.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” you reply, as you collect the files with the details of the campaign and proceed to leave his cabin.

“The photoshoot starts next week, don’t be lovey-dovey on the set.” he teases you on your way back.

You only roll your eyes at the door.

Second fake date is: hanging out at a bar after work.

But you don’t drink on weekdays.

So that lands you on a negotiation and the date is fixed on the Friday of the same week.

You wait for Jungkook at the entrance of your work complex, a place where people would be able to see you getting on his bike very clearly. A strategy to make things public.

But what comes to pick you up is not a bike but a car.

A sleek black car that makes heads turn as it comes to stop in front of you.

For a moment, you think the driver is mistaking you for someone else.

But then the diver’s door opens and Jungkook comes out, wearing a black buttoned down with a pair of ripped jeans.

Your eyes are now the size of saucers.

You once gulp as you see Jungkook smiling brightly at you.

“Hey baby. Sorry I’m late. Let’s go.” he says sweetly. And you wonder how good of an actor he is.

“H-hi. It's okay. Yeah, let's go.” you reply in haste, trying to school your dumbfounded expression.

You let him lead you inside the car with a hand on the small of you back. He lets every passerby see his face, under the street lights, as if he is very proud showing you off.

Fake. It's fake. You remind yourself.

“You know, you are a good actor.” you voice your thoughts once Jungkook settles inside the car,

He chuckles, “yeah? Learned from Jin hyung. He used to be an acting major. Have been seeing him acting to be polite with his shareholders for all the years.”

The fondness in his eyes at the mention of the other male is so clear. You can’t help but smile. You have perceived the same glow on Jin’s face too.

“You two really adore each other, don’t you?”

“Yeah. You can say that. I would be wandering around the streets of Busan if it wasn’t for him.” you hear the underlying darkness in his voice and decide to poke no further on this matter.

“So, you are telling me that you made this story all by yourself? And this actually ended up making sense?” Jungkook is pointing at his phone, which has your colleague's insta post plastered on the screen.

“I told you. I am good at my job. Moderating success stories is a part of our marketers’ job.” you shrug. Your shoulders are already a lot loose after a few drinks.

Your head is on the cloud.

You feel good.

And Jungkook is being less cocky today, which is helping you relax even more.

Jungkook hums, “Great. The act is going well so far.”

Jungkook starts scrolling on his phone again, focusing on something very hard. After a moment of silence he says, “I won’t lie, we look good together.”

There is a smug smile playing on his lips.

You groan, “I thought you quit being cocky for this evening.”

“Hey! I am not being cocky. Look at these photos.” he protests, poking his phone towards you.

“I have seen those, Jungkook. And I don’t think I look good with you. You and I are totally two different individuals, from every single aspect. You match with someone like.. Like Kim Doona.”

Jungkook’s eyes shut for a second, “there is no point of saying this now. I missed my shot with her because someone decided to barge in my perfectly comfortable and peaceful life.”

“Wait. You had a thing for her?” you sit up straight on your chair.

“I still do.” Jungkook empties his glass in a sip.

You would have fought him and told him how you saved from a prolonged controversy, but you are feeling light-headed. You are feeling good. So you will be nice for just once.

“Well… I am sorry then. I know how it feels to have an unrequited crush.” you sigh, recalling Yoongi’s pretty face, “sorry.”

Jungkook seems to be caught off-guard with your changed demeanor.

“It’s okay.” he adds, “you have a crush on that manager, don’t you?”

The fuck?

“How the fuck do you know this now?” your eyes go big for the second time today.

“Come on, Y/N. Anyone with eyes can tell. The way you stiffed when he caught you and me at the parking lot.” he giggles.

“Ok. That's enough. Let’s go home. I feel sleepy.” you stand abruptly from your chair, swaying a little (thanks to the alcohol in your bloodstream).

Jungkook stands up too, wraps a hand around your bicep and mutters a small ‘careful’ in your ear.

“By the way… don’t you think you have to call a designated driver?” you ask on the way out of the bar.

“Jin hyung has us covered.” he shrugs.

On the way back home you look at the fleeting landscapes out of the car window. For some unknown reason… you feel upset.

You had a pretty good evening. No matter how much you hate to admit it, Jungkook is a fun company.

You two would bicker endlessly, then would slip into serious topics like economy and politics, and then all of a sudden you would talk about your favorite drinks.

He really doesn’t seem like that Jungkook you used to dislike.

But there is something that’s bothering you. And you can’t put a finger at it.

The car comes to a stop in front of your apartment. You wave a quick goodbye to Jungkook, who has been busy on his phone all the way back, and climb out of the car.

As you take small swaying steps towards your entrance, you hear the car door shutting loudly and then in turn Jungkook’s voice, “won’t you give me a goodnight kiss, girlfriend?”

You don’t know what possessed you. It can be the alcohol, can be your bad judgment, can be the sinking feeling in your chest and the desperate need of feeling something, anything - that makes you turn around.

You march towards Jungkook without thinking twice, standing chest to chest with him.

All the mischief drains from his face when you grab him by the collar of his shirt and smash your lips on his.

It should have been over in a second or two.

But what's worse is that Jungkook is pulling you close by your waist and deepening the kiss already.

Hope you don’t regret this when you are sober.

There were twelve terms in your dating contract.

You added one.

And you breached that very one.

The screen of your phone goes blank as you groan again for the nth time. Every time you open Instagram, all you see is you kissing Jungkook standing on the damn fucking road!

You two were being followed by the paps that night, which was obviously a part of the plan, and you, being clearly too drunk to think straight, kissed Jeon Jungkook on his lips!

And now those photos are circulating like wildfire.

Jimin texted you, asking for a clarification.

Seokjin texted with three teasing thumbs up.

And Jungkook texted with probably a thousand of ‘ㅋ’s.

All you want now is for the ground to split in half so that you can jump in there and die. That’s the best possible solution for whatever the fuck is going on in your pathetic excuse of a life.

Your phone dings with another notification and you swear to turn it off if it’s another mention in another insta post or another threatening DM from Jungkook’s crazy fans.

But it seems like the universe is trying to be even more cruel with you, because it’s a reminder of your schedule for the day - which is another date day with the root of your problems - Jeon Jungkook.

And today, you will have to spend time at his home, click pretty selfies and photos together highlighting how domestic you two are and post those in social media from both ends.

When you are about to go back groaning, you receive another notification.

It’s a text from Seokjin, “the car will be there in an hour.”

“Welcome to my home, girlfriend.” Jungkook grins stupidly as he spots you at his door. You really want to grab a frying pan and bang it on his stupidly round head.

“Don’t call me that when there’s no one to hear.” you reply grumpily walking inside Jungkook’s luxurious apartment.

You really want to know how much these influencers make monthly to afford an apartment like this.

“I call you that for you to hear, baby.” His cheesy remarks are just too much to take, so you just roll your eyes at him.

“Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Or maybe a kiss?” there he goes.

This is what you were dreading! The moment you were sober enough to judge your actions, you knew Jungkook will be having a field day the moment he sees you.

And here you go.

But but but - you aren’t alone in this. You definitely kissed him first but he, too, kissed you back. So he needs to go down with you.

“Oh why not, you definitely liked kissing me a little too much.” you bite back. But your words don't affect Jungkook at all. The smirk that he was sporting doesn’t go anywhere. It only grows more sinister.

“Of course I did. Are you telling me you didn’t?”

Now this is another thing that you were dreading to admit - that you actually enjoyed kissing him. His lips felt good on yours.

But you have been trying to convince yourself that it’s because of the alcohol swimming in your veins, even though you know it’s nothing but an excuse.

“Shut up!” you huff, hoping that Jungkook doesn’t notice the sudden rush of red on your cheeks, “let’s take some photos so that I can leave.”

“What?” Jungkook is now genuinely confused and you can see it on his face, “Do you really want to leave? I thought we were cooking together? I decided to live stream it.”

“Me and live stream? Are you kidding? There was no mention as such on the schedule plan?” you are sure all the colors of your face have drained with just one mention of a live stream.

You hate being the center of attention.

“Yeah but I improvised just as you did last day by kissing me.” Jungkook shrugs.

Where the fuck is the frying pan?

“Okay. I am leaving. Bye.” you haste towards the door.

Jungkook giggles like a baby, grabbing your wrist and stopping you mid-tracks.

“Okay okay. I am sorry. I promise not to tease you anymore if you say yes to the live stream.”

“You promise?” you quirk an eyebrow facing him.

“I promise.”

You don’t even know if saying yes to Jungkook’s improvisation was a good idea or a bad one.

There are reasons it’s both good and bad.

Good because Jungkook is not teasing or unnecessarily being smug with you anymore. Bad because he is hovering way too close to your body for you to keep being sane.

The kitchen is big enough, but half of the space is being used to put down cameras and a laptop. On top of that you two have to be crammed in a small space where both of your figures are being perfectly visible to the viewers.

You are mostly quiet, playing your part, cooking as you are supposed to.

But Jungkook is in his element.

He is so natural in front of the cameras that it feels as if he was born to do so.

Jungkook interacts with the viewers, reads their comments once in a while, smiles, laughs, and makes jokes. Under the light and darkness of the kitchen - he looks so youthful, so radiant that you feel a weird coil in your chest.

Whenever he brushes past you, you get a whip of his perfume - an earthy, woody tone with a hint of citrus.

His hair falls on his eyes - unmade - unlike all the other times you have seen him.

This - whatever this is - you don’t like it.

“Why is your girlfriend being so silent?” Jungkook reads a comment from the laptop. You pay half mind to him, occasionally smile a little.

But within a moment, Jungkook slides behind you.

He puts his big-ass hands on your waist, places his face on your shoulder and says, “baby, why are you being so silent?”

If you are seeing things right then his lower lip juts out while he tries to coax an answer out of you.

Your heart starts beating abnormally fast.

“O-oh.. I- It’s my first time being in a live stream… so yeah.” you proceed to flip the omelet, focusing on the food and food only.

“You guys heard that? She’s nervous. Don’t scare my girl away.” Jungkook fakes anger.

You release the breath you were holding when he finally removes himself from you.

You are now seriously afraid of the outcome of this fake dating contract of yours.

“Hate to say this but” you take in a deep deep breath “this is actually very delicious. Good job." You point your chopsticks at the carbonara that Jungkook prepared.

“Really?” he seems to be taken aback with your compliment “Thanks. Glad that you like it.”

“By the way, you remember you have a shoot with us tomorrow, right?” you change the topic to a more serious one.

“I do. Will your crush slash manager be there too?” his eyes stay boring in the carbonara. You honestly don’t know why Jungkook is curious about Yoongi all of a sudden.

“Probably. Why though?”

“Will try not to piss him off while acting.” he shrugs.

You scoff at that “he won’t be pissed. He doesn’t reciprocate, you know.”

“Are you sad about that?” Jungkook’s tone is a tad bit softer now.

“Not really. It’s not that I am in love with him or something. It’s a stupid crush, and will go away with time.”

“Have you ever tried asking him out?”

“Not really.”

“Then, have you ever asked him to hook up with you?”

You choke on your omelet.

“What- the fuck” you cough “no! Why would I ask him something like that?”

“Why won’t you though? Don’t you want to have sex with him? I mean you like him, it’s only natural.” Jungkook explains matter-of-factly.

“No. it’s not natural for me. I need to be at least friends with a person to have sex. And I am not friends with Yoongi. We barely even talk out of work.”

“Oh.” Jungkook thinks for a moment “So that guy friend of yours - what was his name again… Jimin? Is he your…”

“Oh my god, Jungkook! No! I am not currently sleeping with anyone. I have not had sex for like eighteen months.” It's your frustration which is speaking now.

“What? Wait! What are you? A nun?” Jungkook’s eyes go wide at your admission.

Embarrassment eats you away, like you were eating the carbonara a few minutes ago, “I- I mean. I am not that horny.”

“Then… Do you want to sleep with me?”

At first you think you misheard it. So you stare at Jungkook with big eyes.

His expression is rather serious and you hate how it affects you.

“What did you just say?” you finally let your voice be heard.

“You heard me.”

“Jungkook, please stop kidding. This is not funny.”

“I am serious.” he sighs.

“Look. I can’t go around and sleep for fun since we have an act going on here. You, too, seem like you need to blow off some steam. And honestly, tell me where is your benefit from all these? It’s your company that’s ripping the fruit, not you.”

Jungkook’s words register in your brain. He makes perfect sense. You have no benefits whatsoever from all these.

“It’s just an offer, you can decline it if you want but… we can- we can have some fun like adults. No one has to know, nothing will get fucked up since we are not even close to begin with.” Jungkook reasons.

He is right. You have nothing to lose if things go down and this won’t be the first time having casual sex with someone you know. There is absolutely no risk, no feelings on the line.

Should you really consider the idea?

The scenes from that grainy video start clouding your brain.

A tiny voice in your mind says, “why not?”

“Then… Do you want to sleep with me?”

“It’s just an offer, you can decline it if you want but… we can- we can have some fun like adults. No one has to know, nothing will get fucked up since we are not even close to begin with.”

Jungkook’s words go round and round in your head. Things have been like that for the better part of the time following your departure from his apartment.

You don’t even know why are you thinking so much, you should have just bad-mouthed him, tell him to fuck off and go fuck himself but something has kept you from doing so.

He was suggesting something genuinely and there was a point in his proposition. And above every logical expression - it’s true that you are touch-starved. It’s been way too long with you and your dildo only. You need a living object inside of you now.

Also, Jeon Jungkook is just so hot and he fucks well - that much you know from that unsolicited video. So yeah… you could probably accept his proposal.

The only thing that is keeping you from doing so is your heart. You don’t know what will you be left off with after you are done fucking with for five to six months. Getting attached to people easily is one of your biggest weaknesses.

And getting attached to your fuck-buddies, that too to someone like Jungkook, won’t be too glorifying of a thing to do.

A hand comes and sits on your shoulder blade, scaring you off of your own skin.

You almost hit the intruder with your laptop.

“Calm down, it’s just me.” Yoongi comes to your view.

“Fuck! You scared me!” you finally calm down, put your laptop on the table as it was before.

“Well it’s not my fault. My shoes were pretty loud against the floor you know? You were too lost in your head that you didn’t even hear me coming. What’s up?” He comes to sit down beside you - way too close to you.

In other times you would start blushing right away but for some reasons, you don’t.

And honestly you don’t even want to find out the reasons.

“Nothing. Just rechecking the schedule and all.” you murmur, forcing your attention on the laptop screen.

Yoongi hums, “Your boyfriend will come in time, right? Hope he is not one of those snobbish celebrity types.”

Your boyfriend … The mention stirs something inside your heart.

“He tends to get late but he is not snobbish.” you defend Jungkook and your actions shocks even you.

“Oooohhhhh” Yoongi makes an amused noise “love really changes people, huh?”

You don’t reply to him- everything is fake anyway.

“There is a rumor going around that you two were acquaintances before? But you told me a completely different story. May I know what’s actually going on?”

You sigh. You knew this was coming. And you prepared your answer.

“Well, what I told you was right. But his agency urged me to make up those stories for, you know, reasons. So yeah that’s it. And I will trust you with this secret.” narrowing your eyes on him for the last part of the sentence, you emphasize your point.

“Okay okay.” he heaves a laugh out of his chest.

“But why is Min Yoongi suddenly so interested in my love story?” you are genuinely curious about his curiosity. He never pays any mind to any office gossip but now that it’s your turn he seems to be interested in every little detail.

“Maybe I have reasons you don’t know?” he shrugs.

When his words register in your mind your eyes widen.

“W-what reasons Yoongi?” you finally voice seeing him getting up from the chair and heading towards the exit.

“That’s useless now. Maybe I will tell you sometime in future, maybe I will never let you know.” his voice trails and then morphes into air as he leaves the room.

Something sits in your chest uncomfortably. Is he hinting at something you wanted all along? Was this fake dating a mistake? Did it cost you something real?

A migraine forms just before the shoot.

“Annyoenghaseyo.” Jungkook greets the entire crew sweetly as he stands at the entrance of the studio. There are two other men with you, who are holding big bags, probably full of snacks and drinks.

“I have brought some snacks for everyone. Since the shoot is going to take long, I hope you all have something to munch on. Also, hope you forgive me each time I make a mistake.” he flashes his bunny smile as he bows and gestures to his men to distribute the snacks.

You can hear the crew oohing ahhing for his sweetness. You only roll your eyes - only if they know how big of an asshole he is.

“Darling.” He comes close to you and stands before you, measures your expressions before enveloping you in a hug.

Another round of oohhs and aahhs echoes in the studio.

You fake the hug too.

But obviously your body had to act weird around him. Your nipples pebble as his chest comes in contact with yours.

You silently thank the pads of your bra.

“Do I get an answer today?” he murmurs in your ear. His hot breath grazes your earlobes, erupting goosebumps all over your body.

You clear your throat before pulling yourself out of his embrace.

“Let’s get into work.”

One credit you will give Jeon Jungkook is that he knows how to work. He is professional - nothing like what you expect from typical influencers.

He reads the scripts attentively, takes suggestions from the PD-nim and the director, gives his input and doesn’t do re-takes after retakes.

He makes things go smooth and easy and the shoot leads towards a culmination within the five hour mark.

You need to update Yoongi about the shoot’s progress - so you take out your phone but just then, Yoongi walks in with another human being attached to his side.

It’s Im Semi, Yoongi’s rumored girlfriend, also the heir of the company you work for.

For most of the time you don’t pay any mind to her existence - that’s simply something having nothing to do with your business.

But at times like this when she is attached to the man’s side, you supposedly have a crush on, you can’t quite ignore.

Yoongi marches towards you, with that damned smile on his face. You force back a smile.

Your mind reels back to Yoongi’s confusing words earlier. You must have made a mistake in analyzing. What a fool you are.

“How’s everything going?” he questions.

“Very well. Jungkook is doing a great job. In fact we are done with the shoot, they are only reviewing the shots now. As soon as that’s done, we can’t pack up for the day.” you keep your tone professional.

“That’s great.” Yoongi chimes in, “You can clock out after this. Good job, Y/N.”

“Thanks. Are you clocking out too?” you ask, eyeing Semi, who is busy staring at her phone.

“Nah. I got a meeting.” Yoongi informs, “Gotta go back to the building. I can drop you on the nearest subway, if you want.”

Semi’s head springs up as he regards Yoongi for a moment and then looks at you with a fake forced smile.

You know she doesn’t like the idea.

“It’s o-”

“Don’t worry, I will drop her.” Jungkook appears from nowhere and cuts you off.

For the first time ever, you are actually grateful to him.

“Ah yeah. He will drop me.” you shrug.

“Cool. Should we go now, yoongi?” Semi speaks breaking the thin layer of tension that settled on the air.

“Yeah. I guess. Bye. See you tomorrow.” Yoongi leaves you and Jungkook behind.

“You okay?” Jungkook enquiries, once Yoongi is out of earshot.

“Yeah, Fine. Are you done? Let’s go.”

“So… I have thought about your proposal and it.. Doesn’t sound too bad.” Your eyes are downward, because if you are honest, then you are extremely coy right now and you don’t want Jungkook to witness that.

You mulled for the entire ride back home. You thought and thought about what to say, how to say it.

Now that Jungkook is standing before your apartment entrance, you took a chance of making it short.

“Fuck really?” Jungkook sounds so shocked as if he didn’t expect you to say yes, “didn’t think you would accept it for real. But I am glad that you did.”

You finally risk a glance at him. He is smiling. Your heart flips. You hate it.

“So ah..” your ears must be red by now “do you- do you wanna come in?” you place your invitation.

Jungkook’s smile vanishes. His face takes up a much darker expression. You know what it is.

“I’d love to.” His voice dips an octave lower than the usual tone.

Now you gotta pray that you don’t regret this decision of yours.

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PAC Reading | 2025 Prediction

Disclaimer: This is a general reading intended for entertainment purposes only. The insights provided are not definitive predictions, as your choices and actions constantly shape your reality. This reading reflects potential outcomes based on your current energy and should not be used as the sole basis for significant decisions, including those related to health, finances, or life-changing matters. Please use your own judgment and seek professional advice when necessary. I am not responsible for any decisions made based on this reading.

Pile 1

Cards: 5oW, PoW(X) and QoW

Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Are you lost, babygirl? Haha, I had to keep that in because it truly fits the energy of your reading.

Your year started with the energy of 5 of Wands, and oh boy, you were in the thick of it!

Scrambling, competing, proving, pushing—whether it was career, relationships, or just proving your worth to yourself, you were in that hyper-masculine "go, go, go" mode. And while that fire helped you move forward, it also drained you. There may have been conflicts, inner or outer, and a feeling of "I need to win at all costs." But did you ever pause to ask, win what exactly?

Now, we’re in the Page of Wands reversed phase. And honestly? You're tired. It’s that feeling of I used to be excited about this… so why am I not anymore? The spark feels dimmed. Maybe you're questioning your path, your motivation, your direction. Maybe you’re even a little bored or uninspired. And let me tell you, that's okay. This is your soul telling you to slow down. Instead of forcing yourself to “figure it out,” take this as a cosmic permission slip to simply be. Go on solo dates. Reconnect with hobbies that don’t have a purpose beyond joy. Let go of the need to prove yourself. Because, babygirl, you already are enough.

And then—boom! By the end of the year, you step into Queen of Wands energy.

Now we're talking!

You’re no longer chasing; you're attracting. You’ve shifted from desperate action to inspired action. From pushing to flowing. From proving to owning. Your feminine energy is activated, and with it, your confidence, magnetism, and ease. Things start aligning for you because you’re no longer in resistance. You’re radiating that main character energy, and trust me, people will notice.

The biggest lesson here? You don’t have to exhaust yourself to get what you want. Resting, believing, and taking aligned steps will get you further than forcing things ever did. You’re stepping into a version of yourself that knows their worth, stands in their power, and lets the universe meet them halfway.

So breathe, relax, and trust the process. It's already done!

Pile 2

Cards: Knight oP, QoP, 6oS

Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Aries, Libra

OMG, Pile 2! I am absolutely loving your energy—it’s so grounded, so determined. It’s giving "I’ve got a plan, and I’m sticking to it!" I’m getting strong vibes of working toward a goal that sets you free—whether that’s moving out, becoming independent, leaving a relationship that no longer serves you, or upskilling for a better job. Whatever it is, you’re in it for the long haul, and you’re not about to half-ass it.

You stepped into 2025 with Knight of Pentacles energy. This is the card of slow, steady, and disciplined work. You’re not rushing things, you’re not being reckless—you’ve got a goal, and you’re making consistent moves toward it. It might have felt tedious at times, like you’re putting in all this effort without immediate results, but the Knight doesn’t care about instant gratification. He’s in it for real, lasting success. And so are you.

Now, with your current energy as the Queen of Pentacles, I can tell you’re doing amazing, sweetie. You’ve leveled up. You’ve found your rhythm, your stability. You’re not just grinding mindlessly—you’re also nurturing yourself, balancing work with self-care, and actually enjoying the process. That’s the secret sauce! Instead of obsessing over what’s wrong or what you don’t want, you’re choosing to focus on what you do want. And let me tell you, that mindset shift? Powerful. You’re sitting on your throne, secure in yourself, radiating grace and abundance. You’re a Queen indeed.

And here’s the best part—by the end of the year, we’ve got the Six of Swords. And oh boy, this is the card of moving forward. Whatever you’ve been working toward, whatever you’ve been patiently building, you’re finally making that transition. Whether it’s literally packing your bags and leaving, cutting ties with a situation that no longer serves you, or stepping into a new career, it’s happening. The storm is behind you, and you’re sailing toward calmer waters.

My only request is, please keep this energy up. Stay patient, stay steady, and trust that all your efforts are leading you exactly where you need to be. You’re not just dreaming about change—you’re making it happen. And by the end of 2025, you’ll look back and realize just how far you’ve come.

Pile 3

Cards: Temperance, KoW, Strength

Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces, Sagittarius

Pile 3, you mystical, radiant souls. If I could reach through this reading and give you the tightest, most heartfelt hug, I would. Because wow—you are something special.

You’re my sages, my old souls. You’ve been through the fire, walked through darkness, and yet here you are, not just standing but shining. There’s something so deeply healing about your energy, something that touches people without you even trying. Maybe that’s your purpose—to inspire, to uplift, to simply be a presence that makes the world feel a little less heavy.

You entered 2025 with Temperance—the card of balance, patience, and divine wisdom. This tells me you’ve already done the deep work. You’ve faced your shadows, healed wounds that once defined you, and reached a place of profound self-awareness. You’ve unlearned the limiting beliefs that held you back, shed layers of conditioning, and embraced a path of inner mastery. You don’t react impulsively anymore; you respond with wisdom. There’s a beautiful, almost ethereal peace to you—like you’ve made friends with time itself, knowing that everything unfolds exactly as it should.

And now? Now you’re stepping into the King of Wands energy. Confidence. Vision. Purpose. You’re no longer just existing; you’re leading. Maybe you don’t even realize how magnetic you are, how people naturally look up to you, seek your guidance, and feel safe in your presence. You might be highly spiritual, or maybe you’ve found a way to balance your spiritual depth with the practical world effortlessly. You’re the kind of person who walks into a room and commands attention without even trying. But the best part? You’ve recently learned to protect your energy. No more giving endlessly to energy vampires. No more overextending yourself. You’re choosing where and how you shine, and that’s a power move.

By the end of 2025, with Strength, I see you reaching a level of mastery—not just of survival, but of living. This isn’t just physical strength (though for some of you, it could be a focus on health and vitality). This is inner strength. Emotional resilience. The kind of peace that comes from knowing that nothing outside of you can shake you anymore. You’re stepping into a level of enlightenment that most people spend lifetimes chasing.

I'm sorry if I fangirled a bit too much. Tbh, I don't feel qualified enough to be doing a reading for you, Pile 3. You seem to know and understand it all already. You're so intuitive and wise. TT

Pile 4

Cards: the chariot, death(X), 2oP

Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, Sagittarius, Scorpio

Pile 4, my warriors in disguise.

I feel like shaking your shoulders gently and saying, "Wake up, love! You’re so much stronger than you think!" Because you are. But right now? You might not be acting like it.

You entered 2025 with The Chariot—bold, determined, full speed ahead. At some point, you had a clear goal, a destination in mind. You were ready to take charge, to move, to break free. But somewhere along the way, something happened. Maybe fear crept in. Maybe doubt whispered in your ear. And now, with Death in Reverse, you’re resisting the very change you once craved.

Let’s be real—you know deep down that something in your life isn’t serving you anymore. It could be a job, a relationship, a mindset, a habit—something is dead weight, but you’re still carrying it. And the craziest part? It’s not even that you want it anymore. It’s that you’re more afraid of the unknown than you are of staying stuck. It’s like a type of emotional masochism—you’re comfortable in discomfort. You’re focusing more on what you don’t want than on what you do.

But here’s the thing: The universe doesn’t respond to hesitation. It responds to clarity. If you keep focusing on fear, you’ll manifest more of it. If you keep thinking about what you don’t want, you’ll keep getting exactly that. It’s time to flip the script.

By the end of the year, we have the Two of Pentacles—which tells me that, whether you like it or not, life is going to force you to juggle your choices. You can’t stay in limbo forever. You’ll either have to adapt or let go, but either way, movement is coming. So, why not take the reins now? Why not be the one who decides instead of waiting for the universe to shake things up for you?

You started this year with The Chariot—that drive, that hunger is still inside you. You just have to believe in it again. Let go. Say yes to what excites you, not what scares you. Because the only way forward is through. And trust me, you were built for this journey.

Pile 5

Cards: PoS(X), Emperor, 5oP

My dear Pile 5, I know you feel like you’re not good enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not enough in general. And I know you look around and think, "Everyone else has it figured out. Everyone else is so sure of themselves. Why can’t I be like that?"

But let me let you in on a little secret: most people in this world have absolutely no idea what the hell they’re doing. They just act like they do. They follow the crowd, go through the motions, and convince themselves they’re wise, all-knowing, and superior. But deep down? They’re just as lost as you are. The difference is, they fake it better.

Right now, you’re in The Emperor energy, and that’s actually a good thing. It means you’re not a quitter. You refuse to let life knock you down permanently. Even when you feel lost, you keep pushing forward. You keep redirecting yourself, trying to grab onto something—anything—that gives you a sense of control. That’s the thing about The Emperor. He needs structure, stability, a plan. And when things feel shaky, he tightens his grip even harder. That’s you right now—holding on, trying to make sense of everything, trying to create order in the chaos.

But here’s the part I need you to prepare for: Five of Pentacles at the end of the year.

I see you hitting rock bottom—or at least, feeling like you are. Maybe it’s burnout. Maybe it’s rejection. Maybe it’s just that overwhelming sense of, "I’ve done everything I can, and it still wasn’t enough." You might feel abandoned, like life is leaving you out in the cold. Like all your work, all your effort, all your struggle was in vain.

But listen to me. Do not let your insecurities hold you back.

Let me tell you a little story.

A guy once flirted with me. He was sweet, charming—I started liking him. But then, like any overthinker with internet access, I went through his followers list. I saw all these girls—prettier than me, more popular than me, seemingly better than me. And suddenly, my confidence shattered. I started acting weird, second-guessing everything. And guess what? He changed too. He started pulling away. What changed? Not him. Me. My insecurities drove him away before he even had a chance to make a real choice.

That’s the danger of self-doubt. It warps reality. It makes you sabotage things before they even have a chance to bloom.

And another story—this one about my career.

I got rejected. Not once. Not twice. Multiple times. My hard work was dismissed, overlooked, shut down. I could’ve taken that as a sign to stop. To quit. To believe I wasn’t good enough. But I didn’t. I kept going. And now? I have multiple contracts under my name, multiple projects. I made more money than I ever would have from the things that rejected me.

So tell me—was it my loss? Or theirs?

Had I given up, had I let my insecurities win, I wouldn’t be where I am today. And neither will you.

Pile 5, persevere. Even when it feels pointless. Even when you’re tired. Even when you think you’re not good enough. Because the truth is—you are. You just have to believe it before the world does.

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When It Rains It Pours Ep 3 & 4 Thoughts

Listen. I am currently at work and not about to watch this show (for at least a few more hours) but I after deciding to wait to watch the next episode and sleeping on it, my little brain wheels started turning and I have some thoughts to get out about the first two episodes before I start the next one. So this time there is more than just a liveblog under the cut:

I wrote that and then immediately had to actually do work. Alas. Anygay

So I was thinking about why the relationship between our boy and his girlfriend felt off to me and I think I puzzled it out. She takes immaculate care of his nails. To the point that other people notice. But his nails are where her care starts and ends. He is initiating all of their conversations basically. She will engage with him but she won't start anything. Except the nail thing. It's why he wants her to be jealous. Because then he will have some sort of proof that she cares. Cause at this point it doesn't feel like she cares about him as a person. She cares about his nails and their appearance because if they look bad that is a poor reflection on her as a girlfriend. But his actual well being and how he feels? She's not present for it. Sure, she'll turn around before she leaves and asks for a hug, but it's so out of character and out of place that our boy doesn't even realize that's what she's asking for at first. He needs to communicate his needs with words, but he has definitely been indirectly communicating his needs and she's not paying attention. Or she is and she doesn't care. And she is not communicating anything either. Their beds have separated to the point there is a table between them. A clear indicator that what they had before is changed. It can easily be moved back to how it was but neither one of them is doing it. No one is even making an attempt. Who put that bedside table there? Because my bet is that it was her. A signal to him that something had changed, but she doesn't have the guts to actually say it. Or even to admit it to herself probably. Anyway I still think she's cheating.

And now I want to talk about Sei and his boyfriend (?). It seems like Sei has made an awful lot of compromises. Does Sei have any say in anything to do with that relationship? How much of himself has he given? Way too much. And I'm not saying his boyfriend (?) needs to compromise on having sex with him if that's not something he wants. But he can compromise on other things. That's what a relationship is. He gets jealous of Sei having someone else to talk to. But Sei can't be in the apartment because of an interviewer coming over. Sei is obviously a homebody but his boyfriend (?) seems to go out a lot. Does he ever make the time to stay home with Sei. Sei has proven he is willing to leave the apartment for his boyfriend (?). So why not invite him to something. Even if it's just the two of them. Why is Sei supposed to give up all of himself and have no control over anything at all?

Okay. That's a lot of words and I haven't even started episode 3. I didn't even mention the plastic umbrellas. Lord jesus.

OKAY. The fact that she TOLD him he has rice on his face instead of removing it for him. Something is not right. She doesn't love him. At least not any more. They don't have any sense of domesticity.

Oh so not boyfriends. Best friends. Okay that tracks. Except the jealousy thing. Also Sei has still given waaaayyyy too much of himself to this dude. He needs to be free to be himself. There's something there about being closeted.

I am watching. I am listening. I am learning. *hyper focuses on arms full of umbrellas*

Man I really wish I had the spoons to talk about the music in this show cause it is phenomenal. Someone remind me this weekend. That is if anyone wants that.

Something something framing. My brain is currently hibernating.

They are about to find out aren't they? God bless.

THEY BOTH EMAILED ABOUT THE STATUE. ARE THEY NOW GONNA LOOK AT EACH OTHER?

God bless.

Episode 4 time? Episode 4 time. (but only if this truck goes away it's shaking my whole apartment.)

Truck is gone. I am free. Episode 4 let me look at ya with my eyeballs

…have I mentioned that I haven't been getting much sleep lately?

Something something going down an escalator. He's going down. Towards hell? Making poor decisions cause he's gonna cheat on his girlfriend? Going to hell because he's going to learn about his attraction to men? And obviously gay people go to hell? I need a shot of those two together going up the escalator or I'm gonna scream.

Oh he's me. This is the literal exact thing I would say to my friend in this situation.

Okay I get it. I get it. I'm gonna be thinking about this scene for a while. The way Sei thought the messages as knew them were over. The way instead he was asked out to dinner. Because both of them need each other. They understand each other in a way no one has understood them before. They see themselves in each other. I'm fine. I'm totally and completely fine. Where are the umbrellas.

Oh the toe.

DID HIS FRIEND DESIGN THE CARD HOLDER? IS THAT WHAT THE SOMETHING IS. Or one of the somethings. Everything is connected.

"When he shows his masculine side it kills the mood" girl WHAT. Are you even attracted to him? Do you even like men? Girl. Be so fucking for real right now.

So I hate both of their partners. The girlfriend and the best friend. They are both keeping these two trapped and I HATE it.

Should I watch episode 5? *looks at the time*

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request: omg, so i requested the recent vamp story where the sister is taken and what you made was beyond what i was expecting :O it was so good and that you for taking my request!! i have another and was wondering if you’d be open to a part two of some sort? i was thinking maybe one where sister is back hunting again after taking enough time to heal and has a run-in with some vamps on a hunt with sam and dean and they’re just really protective and careful regarding her trauma of the incident. thank you as always, love reading your stuff!! xx

A/N: I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! That makes me so happy omg. So I added a different story in first and then finished with the story you requested! I thought it would be interesting to see the trauma immediately after and then see how she would react once she got back into hunting and realized it was a vampire just like you said! Hope you love this one too!! Requests are always open please feel free to request anything and everything :))

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Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

The past few days had felt like a blur—moments of calm, but mostly filled with the quiet, relentless hum of recovery. You were still healing physically, though the scars from your vampire attack had left deeper marks than you cared to admit. The wounds on your body weren’t as fresh anymore, but the memories, the trauma, clung to you like a second skin.

Right now, you sat on the couch, tucked under a blanket, with a bowl of popcorn resting on your lap. Dean was sprawled out next to you, his fingers casually flicking through channels on the TV. He hadn’t said much about the attack, but you could tell he was furious about what had happened to you. Still, he knew what you needed tonight—distraction.

Dean, being Dean, was doing his best to keep your mind off the bandages Sam had to change again. Sam had done this for the past few days—cleaning the bites on your neck, chest, and thighs. The sting of antiseptic, the way it burned and tugged at your skin, had started to feel like a trigger every time, sending you spiraling into panic.

So, Dean had put on some ridiculous rom-com. He knew how much you hated them, but that was the point. He was making you focus on something else, something harmless. He made sure the movie had all the clichéd plotlines that he knew would make you roll your eyes and distract you long enough for Sam to get everything ready.

"How is this even a thing?" you muttered, picking at the popcorn, trying to ignore the way your stomach churned at the thought of the next round of bandages. "I mean, seriously. Who falls in love because of a wedding dress? It's just… ridiculous."

Dean chuckled, glancing over at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That’s the magic of these movies, kiddo. You don’t have to make sense of them."

You snorted, shaking your head as you tried to focus on the screen, but the images of Sam’s hands on your skin, cleaning your wounds, kept sneaking their way into your thoughts. Every time Sam touched the bandages, it felt like the past was clawing its way back, and the panic that followed was almost worse than the physical pain.

Dean must have noticed the change in your expression, because he immediately turned down the volume, his face softening as he looked at you. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice low but filled with concern. You didn't even need to see the worry in his eyes to know he was paying attention.

You swallowed hard, forcing a half-smile. “Yeah, just… thinking. I don’t know if I’m ready for Sam to change them again.”

Dean’s lips twitched into a sympathetic frown. He had been through this before with you. He knew what it was like, not just the physical pain of the bites, but the aftermath, the mental toll it took on you. “He’ll go easy on you, I promise. We have to make sure they’re healing properly.”

You didn’t answer, instead shifting awkwardly on the couch, avoiding his gaze. You wanted to believe him, but there was this knot in your stomach that wouldn’t let go. The thought of Sam getting close to those marks again—touching your skin where they’d been—just felt like too much.

Before you could say anything more, the door to the hallway creaked open, and Sam appeared in the doorway, medical kit in hand. He was dressed in a plain gray hoodie and sweats, looking every bit the calm, collected Winchester he always was, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the worry there that made your chest tighten.

“How you feeling?” Sam asked, his voice as gentle as always. He knew the routine by now—he wasn’t going to rush, wasn’t going to force you to do anything, but the time had come. He couldn’t let you keep avoiding it, either. “We should take a look at those wounds again. They need fresh bandages.”

Your stomach dropped at the sight of the kit. You were already shaking slightly, your hands clenching into fists around the blanket. You felt yourself pulling inward, as though shrinking away from the inevitable. Sam’s presence wasn’t a problem—it was the association with the pain and vulnerability you’d been feeling that made everything worse.

Dean must have seen your discomfort because he was quick to push the popcorn aside and scoot closer, pulling you into his side. “Hey, look, Sam’s not gonna do anything you’re not ready for. But we can’t keep putting this off,” he said, his tone firm but warm. “We’ll get through this together, alright?”

You nodded, but the lump in your throat made it hard to breathe. Sam, still standing in the doorway with the medical kit, took a few slow steps toward you, but he didn’t move too fast. He didn’t want to startle you.

“I’ll go slow,” Sam promised, holding up the kit in a gesture that, while well-meaning, only made the anxiety in your chest rise. “I’ll talk you through everything and only do what you’re comfortable with. We can take breaks if you need them.”

Dean, sensing your discomfort, nudged you lightly with his elbow. “Look, I know this is a pain in the ass, kid, but we’re gonna get you through it. Sam’s gonna take care of you, alright?”

Your eyes flicked between Sam and Dean. Sam was trying so hard to be gentle, his face full of quiet understanding.

“Okay,” you whispered, a soft sigh escaping your lips. You didn’t want to say it aloud, but the truth was, you couldn’t avoid this forever. You had to face the pain. You had to face it head-on if you were going to heal.

Sam moved in, sitting across from you with the kit on the table in front of him. He gave you that comforting smile of his, the one that always made you feel a little bit safer, even when your world felt out of control.

He opened the kit, and you immediately tensed, feeling the weight of the moment settle on you. Sam glanced up at you, his eyes softening with empathy. “I’m right here. It’s just a bandage change. We’ll be done before you know it.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the rush of dread coursing through your veins. You could feel your heart beginning to race again as Sam prepared the antiseptic. The smell of it hit you first—sharp, sterile, and clinical. It made your stomach twist.

Dean’s hand settled on your shoulder, grounding you. “Just look at me,” he said, his voice steady but light, as if he was trying to keep everything casual. “We’re watching this terrible chick flick together. You’re gonna survive this, trust me.”

You didn’t know if it worked, but you found your eyes trained on the TV, watching the movie unfold in front of you even though you couldn’t focus on a single word. The only thing that mattered was Dean’s hand on your shoulder, and the fact that Sam was there, working slowly, carefully.

Sam moved with deliberate precision, peeling away the old bandages with practiced hands, and you could feel the sting of the antiseptic as it touched your raw skin. It burned like fire, and you bit back a gasp, your nails digging into the blanket in your lap.

Dean, noticing the shift in your expression, leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You’re doing great, kiddo. Just a little more.”

It was the constant pressure of his presence, the steadiness of Sam’s touch, that kept you from completely losing it. Sam cleaned the wounds on your thighs, your neck, and your chest with gentle care, his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin. It was a slow, deliberate process, each movement purposeful, but every moment sent a jolt of panic through you. The pain, the stinging, the vulnerability—it all felt like a flood you couldn’t control. Your breath caught as Sam’s fingers brushed against the tender skin near your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to push it all away, but you couldn’t. It felt like you were back there again—tied down, helpless, vulnerable. The memories wrapped themselves around you, tight and suffocating, like those vampires’ hands had once been.

You gasped, the sudden panic gripping your chest. "I’m… I’m scared," you whispered, barely able to say the words. You hadn’t meant to speak aloud. You hadn’t meant to break down in front of them, but it all spilled out before you could stop it.

Dean froze, his head snapping toward you, his face twisting in concern. He hated seeing you like this. Hated it. His hand tightened on your shoulder as he leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. “Hey, hey, you’re okay.”

Sam, too, softened, his movements slowing as he looked up from the antiseptic bottle. His eyes were filled with understanding and concern. “I know it’s hard, bug. It’s okay to be scared. Let me know when you feel comfortable enough for me to continue.” Sam said quietly, setting the antiseptic aside for a moment as he gave you space to breathe.

The room felt heavy. The faint hum of the movie was the only thing that seemed to fill the silence, but it wasn’t enough to push away the tightness in your chest. It felt like the walls were closing in, and the sting of the antiseptic that had once been a minor irritation now felt like a brand on your skin.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force the anxiety back down, but it was impossible. The images, the sounds, the feeling of those vampire hands—the terror—it all crashed over you in waves. The feeling of being completely powerless, unable to stop what was happening to you. Your breath hitched, quick and shallow, as you tried to calm yourself, but it wasn’t working.

“Look at me, please,” Dean’s voice was soft, urging but not pushing. “I need you to focus, just on me, alright?”

You opened your eyes slowly, finding Dean’s face inches from yours, his eyes steady, intense, and full of reassurance. His thumb brushed over your shoulder in slow, comforting strokes. “We’re here. You’re safe.”

You nodded, tears welling up but not falling, a mixture of relief and terror making it hard to breathe. The vulnerability you felt from the scars—inside and out—was overwhelming, but there was something about Dean’s presence, his protective nature, that made you feel like you could breathe again.

Sam, who had been waiting patiently for you to regain some composure, leaned forward, his hands gentle as he began to work again, but this time, slower. His movements were deliberate, taking care to ease the tension you were still holding in your body. He was so quiet, so careful, and it made the process bearable. The burn of the antiseptic was still there, but Sam’s steady presence was grounding.

“I’m here. You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more,” Sam said, his voice calm and soothing.

Your breath steadied as you focused on Dean, still holding your gaze, his thumb now rubbing circles against your skin. The movie was long forgotten, the characters and their ridiculous romantic gestures a distant hum in the background. It was just you, Sam, and Dean. And in that moment, the pressure in your chest eased, just a little.

But then, as Sam’s fingers brushed the edge of the bandage near your collarbone, your body stiffened again, your breath catching in your throat. The pressure of being touched in the same spot—it felt too familiar, too wrong. And before you could stop it, the images flashed back—the vampire’s cold hands, their grip on you, their teeth sinking into your skin. You were back there, trapped, unable to escape.

You gasped again, your eyes flying open wide, and you shot up from the couch, pulling away from Sam’s hands as panic overwhelmed you. Your chest was tight, the air suddenly thick and impossible to breathe.

“No, no, no,” you gasped, backing away quickly, hands trembling. “I can’t… I can’t do this. Not again.”

Dean was immediately on his feet, his arms outstretched toward you, his voice frantic with concern. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe. We’re right here, kid.”

But you couldn’t stop the flood of panic that was choking you, the memories threatening to swallow you whole. You shook your head, backing further into the corner, trying to create space between yourself and everything that was happening.

Sam, too, stood up slowly, watching you carefully, his hands held up in front of him, not wanting to force anything. “It’s okay, bug. You’re okay. We’re not gonna make you do anything you’re not ready for. Just breathe, alright?”

But your breath was ragged, too shallow to fill your lungs, and you couldn’t shake the image of yourself tied down, vulnerable. The fear of it was so raw, so fresh, that it felt like you were living it all over again.

Dean quickly moved to you, his hands gripping your shoulders, his voice low but insistent. “Look at me. You’re okay, kiddo. You’re not back there. You’re right here, with me and Sam. You’re safe.”

You felt him there, his warmth seeping through you, grounding you in a way that only Dean could. His hands were gentle on your arms, but firm enough to remind you that you were real, that this moment was real.

“I’m right here,” he repeated, his voice unwavering. “You’re not going anywhere, and neither are we.”

You nodded, but the tension still hadn’t fully left your body. The tears were right there, but you fought them back, swallowing down the sobs that tried to claw their way out. You wanted to be strong. You didn’t want to break down in front of them, but you couldn’t stop the flood of emotions that kept rising.

Sam took a small step forward, speaking softly. “You know you can trust me, sweetheart. We’ll work through this and take our time, no pressure, no rush.”

You swallowed hard, and as you turned your gaze back to Sam, you saw the unwavering kindness in his eyes, the patience that had always been there for you. And you knew, deep down, that with them, you could find your way back.

Slowly, you took a deep breath. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face it, but you couldn’t hide forever.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m ready… but only if we go slow.”

Dean’s grip tightened slightly, offering you that final reassurance before letting go. “Take all the time you need, kid. We’re with you.” Sam gently started working on you again, his eyes trained on you, seeing if there was a shift in your expression so he could keep you comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice strained.

Sam didn’t stop. He kept working, cleaning the wounds, bandaging you up, never once pushing you faster than you could handle. "No need to apologize," he said softly. "You're safe, and you're doing fine."

You wanted to believe him. You really did. But it was hard to reconcile what you felt inside—how each new bandage felt like a painful reminder—against the gentle, quiet assurances Sam and Dean kept offering. They couldn’t erase the past, but maybe, just maybe, they could help you move forward. One small step at a time.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Sam finished. The antiseptic had burned, but now the bandages were clean, fresh, and the tension in the room slowly ebbed away. You exhaled slowly, your chest still tight, but relieved it was over.

“See?” Dean said with a soft chuckle, pulling you closer. “You did it.”

You leaned into him, the warmth of his presence a balm to the rawness of your nerves. Maybe it wasn’t perfect. Maybe the past would always be there, lurking in the shadows. But with Dean and Sam by your side, you had a fighting chance. One step at a time.

And maybe, just maybe, you could heal.

——————

The weeks that had passed since the vampire attack felt like a disorienting blur. Every day, you were confronted with reminders—physical scars that Sam still gently helped dress every few days, the tender bruises where the vampire had sunk its teeth, and the nightmares that would drag you awake in a cold sweat. Sometimes, you couldn’t remember where the nightmare ended and the real world began. But you fought to push through it. You had to. And yet, the deeper parts of you—those hidden wounds—remained raw and unhealed.

But each time you pushed through. You started getting back into hunting and started to get back to the normal you once knew. That night, you tried to focus. You sat in the diner booth with your brothers, surrounded by the smell of stale coffee and the hum of fluorescent lights. You tried to concentrate on the case files spread in front of you, but it was hard. The tension in the air made everything feel ten times heavier, like you were carrying a weight that no one else could see. Sam and Dean, on the other hand, were in their element, discussing the details of the case in front of them.

At first, it seemed like any other missing persons case. Disappearances that could have been caused by anything—wild animals, maybe. But then you noticed the detail that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up: the bodies had been found drained of blood. No signs of struggle, no other injuries. Just lifeless, empty, drained.

And that’s when you saw the look exchanged between Sam and Dean—a quiet, knowing glance that spoke volumes without a single word. Sam’s jaw tightened, and Dean’s face darkened. Their eyes met again, this time just for a brief second, but it was enough for you to know.

Without a word, Sam spoke, his voice steady but laced with the knowledge of what this could mean. “I think we’re dealing with a vampire.”

The word hit you like a physical blow. Your stomach churned, and the room around you felt suddenly far too small, far too tight. You could feel the blood draining from your face, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt the world go quiet, the pounding in your ears drowning out everything else. The word “vampire” clung to the air like smoke, heavy and suffocating.

You had to swallow. You had to breathe.

“Wait,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hand, shaking, gripped the edge of the table as you scrambled to keep your composure. “No… no, it can’t be… I mean, it could be something else, right? Something we’re missing, maybe? It’s not a… it’s not one of those, right?”

The panic was already clawing at your throat. You could feel it. The fear was rising faster than you could keep up with. Your chest felt tight, and every breath came with a sharp, painful gasp. You tried to force the words out of your mouth, tried to convince yourself that there had to be another explanation, that it wasn’t what you feared, that it couldn’t be.

Dean and Sam exchanged another glance, their eyes locking again, this time softer, full of concern. They were already moving into protective mode, but they were careful. Too careful, and it sent a surge of dread straight to your chest. Dean’s brows furrowed as he leaned forward, his tone softer now but no less firm.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” His voice was calm, but you could hear the weight of worry in it. “It’s gonna be okay. We’re here. We’ve got you, alright?”

But the words weren’t enough. You could feel your hands trembling as they gripped the table harder. The world around you felt like it was closing in. The dim lighting of the diner seemed to flicker in and out, and every sound felt distant. All you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears, and that word. Vampire. Vampire.

“No, no, no…,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you tried to force the panic back down. “It can’t be! We… we must be missing something. It can’t be one of them—not again.”

You were panicking now. There was no stopping it. It was like a wave crashing over you, and you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except feel the terror. The memories were flooding back, crashing into your thoughts like jagged glass. The bite. The cold hands. The fangs. The helplessness. The terror.

Dean saw it. He saw the fear in your eyes, the way you were trembling violently now, the way your breath came in shallow, frantic gasps. His face softened with concern, and his hand was immediately on your shoulder, his touch firm but gentle.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He was right there in front of you, his voice low and soothing. “Breathe. You’re safe, okay? You’re with us. You’re not alone in this.”

Sam was by your side now, his tall frame leaning in close, his hand resting gently on your arm, trying to steady you. “It’s alright,” he said softly, his voice steady. “We’ll take it slow, alright? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

But the words, as comforting as they were, didn’t reach you. The panic was too much. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the fear from clawing up your throat. The memories were too fresh, too close. You could still feel the bite on your neck, the feeling of the vampire’s cold hands digging into your skin, the way you’d almost died that night. It was all too much.

Dean’s grip tightened on your shoulder, his eyes locking with yours. His voice dropped to a softer, more reassuring tone. “Listen to me. We’re not asking you to be brave, not right now. We’re not throwing you into anything you can’t handle. You’re not going through this alone, alright? We’ll be with you every step of the way. Every step.”

You nodded, your breath coming in ragged sobs as you tried to force the panic back down. But it was hard. It felt impossible.

Sam squeezed your hand gently, his voice filled with understanding. “We’ll take it slow. If you don’t want to go out there, that’s okay. We’ll make the call. We’ll figure out a different approach.”

Your eyes flickered between them, the fear still holding you hostage. They weren’t pushing. They weren’t rushing you. They weren’t going to leave you to face this alone, no matter what. It was in the way they looked at you, the way they spoke, the way they moved closer. They were careful, so careful with you, and it made you realize something deep in your chest.

You weren’t alone. And maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to face the terror.

The next few hours felt like an eternity. The night air was heavy, thick with the scent of decay and the sound of your own heartbeat thumping against your ribs. Each step you took toward the dilapidated house felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, the fear coiling tighter in your chest with every breath. You had been through this before—hunted vampires, faced down demons, survived things you never thought possible. But tonight was different. Tonight, you felt like you were walking toward something that might break you, something you couldn’t control.

Dean was in front, steady and sure, his movements swift and fluid, his eyes sharp with focus. Sam was right behind him, tall and calm as always, his brow furrowed with quiet concern. And you? You were somewhere in between—pushing forward but struggling to suppress the deep anxiety gnawing at your insides.

You could see it in their eyes, the way they both kept glancing over their shoulders at you, making sure you were right there. They’d never let you go into this alone, not after everything. They knew you better than anyone. They knew the scars, the fears, and the pieces of you that still hadn’t fully healed from the last encounter with vampires—the one that had nearly broken you.

"Stay close," Dean’s voice was sharp, but it held an underlying tenderness, one that made your chest tighten. He was looking at you now, his eyes softer than they had been when the hunt first began. He could tell you were already on edge, could see the way your hands were shaking slightly as you gripped your weapon.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. You didn’t want to be weak. You didn’t want them to see how scared you were. But no matter how hard you tried, the fear lingered, like a shadow that wouldn’t leave.

The house loomed ahead, dark and menacing. Broken windows, a door hanging off its hinges, the faintest flicker of movement within. A vampire was in there, preying on the town’s innocent. But tonight, the vampire felt different. This one was going to test you, push you past your limits in ways you weren’t sure you were ready for.

The moment Dean pushed the door open, it creaked eerily, sending a jolt of fear through you. You couldn’t help but flinch.

"You good?" Sam’s voice came from behind you, softer than Dean’s, but no less filled with concern. You tried to force a smile, but it came out more like a grimace.

"Yeah," you said, but even to your own ears, it didn’t sound convincing.

"You sure?" Sam pressed. His hand brushed against your shoulder, a quiet gesture of support.

You swallowed hard. You weren’t ready. But you had to be. You couldn’t let them down. You couldn’t let yourself down.

"I'm sure," you lied, the words shaky. But Sam’s eyes didn’t lie either. He wasn’t buying it. He didn’t have to. He knew you well enough to see the cracks in the facade you were desperately trying to hold together.

Dean was already moving ahead, his footsteps confident, his gun drawn. Sam followed close behind, keeping a wary eye on you as he took up the rear. You kept pace with them, the weight of your fear trying to pull you back, but you pushed it down, reminding yourself that you couldn’t break now. Not here. Not with them.

But then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the dark, a low hiss. The vampire. It was here.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, everything felt too fast. Too real. Your breath came in shallow gasps, and you found yourself freezing, unable to move, unable to speak.

Dean was ahead, focused on the approaching figure, his hand steady with his knife. Sam was behind him, ready, but you were still stuck, frozen in place. You could feel the panic clawing up your throat, choking you. No, not again. Don’t freeze. Don’t freeze.

But it was too late.

The vampire shot forward in a blur of motion, and before you could even think, it was on you. Cold, clammy hands wrapped around your throat, lifting you off your feet, slamming you back into the wall with enough force to rattle your bones. You gasped for air, but its grip tightened, cutting off your breath.

Everything around you went hazy—the world narrowing to the choking pressure at your neck. Your head spun, and all you could think was No. Not again.

Dean and Sam were shouting, but their voices were distant. Your vision blurred, the edges growing dark, your mind starting to slip into panic.

Not again. Not like this. I can’t die like this.

But then something inside you snapped. A fierce, desperate instinct you didn’t know you still had. You shoved against the vampire’s chest with all the force you could muster, your body shaking with effort. For a moment, it stumbled, loosening its grip.

This is your chance.

With trembling hands, you reached for the knife, and in a blur of motion, you cute off its head.

You stood there, panting, staring at the empty space where the vampire had been just moments before. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, the adrenaline surging through you, but the shaking had intensified. You couldn’t stop it. Your legs felt weak, your hands trembling as they gripped the knife, your body fighting to stay upright.

And then, through the haze, you heard them—Sam and Dean. Their voices, louder now, breaking through the storm in your mind.

"Are you okay?" Dean’s voice was low but filled with concern, as he rushed to your side. His hand was on your shoulder, steadying you, but it didn’t erase the worry in his eyes. He was trying to keep it together, but you could see how proud he was. Proud, and afraid.

"Yeah," you whispered, but it didn’t feel like you were answering him. Your voice was weak, the words a mere echo of what you wanted to say.

Sam was right behind him, his face full of soft relief. “You did it,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You saved us. You saved yourself.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, but you fought them back, not wanting to show the vulnerability that was already spilling out. You had done it. You had killed the vampire.

But you were shaking uncontrollably now, your body betraying you as the reality of it all hit. The fear was still there, gnawing at your gut, but beneath it all was something else—something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Pride.

Dean’s hand gripped your arm more firmly now, but it was gentle—like he was scared you might fall apart. "Hey, you okay?" he asked again, his voice softer, laced with tenderness. He was watching you closely, searching for any sign that you might break.

You nodded, the motion small, but firm. "I’m okay," you said, your voice a little steadier. But you weren’t okay—not yet. Not mentally. You needed time.

But Dean knew that and didn’t push you. Instead he just pulled you into his chest, his touch gentle with understanding. "You did good. Really good."

Sam stepped in, his hand resting on your back, his expression full of pride. "That was great. You fought back. That’s something."

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath. "I was scared," you admitted, the words coming out in a whisper. "I didn’t know if I could…"

Dean stepped pulled you in tighter, his eyes softening. "We knew you could. You’ve always been stronger than you think."

They were proud of you. And maybe, just maybe, for the first time in a long while, you were starting to believe it too.

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911lonestarangstweek · 3 days ago

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Welcome to Angst Week: The Return

Banner by @tellmegoodbye

I know it’s been a while, but welcome back to all our fellow angst lovers, writers and creators; we’re so excited to see you!

Welcome to Round 3 of Angst week, aptly titled Angst Week: The Return.

This will be a seven day run (Round 2 was nine days, so it’s a little bit shorter), running from March 24th to March 30th, 2025. This time, we’re celebrating the five seasons of Lone Star, so each day’s prompt is an episode title, a quote, or a situation/theme from that season. Feel free to use just one, or mix it up with all three!

The prompts are for inspiration only. Basically: no, you do not need to create an episode coda/include the exact quote/centre it around the exact incident. You can do these if you choose to, but you can also let your imagination go completely wild.

We’re not cops; anything goes, as long as you follow the golden rule:

Make it angsty.

In this context, angst is being used as an umbrella term to include all forms of hurt. This week also includes whump, hurt/comfort, emotions, sickfics, basically anything as long as the entire thing isn’t happy. This is also open to the entire angst range. From soft hurt/comfort that still has fluff, to full on near-death whump: it’s all welcomed and encouraged!

What hashtags do we use? Is there and ao3 collection? Other information about posting? Okay, you’re getting ahead of us here. We just wanted to get the basic info out now so people can begin working on their submissions if they would like! Closer to the event, we will post some reminders that will include the information you need to post (but short answer: tag will probably be the same as before and there will be ao3 collection)

Any other questions? Send us an ask, or message @aliceschuyler or @morganaspendragonss privately and we will do our best to answer (we are both in different timezones, so one of us will catch your message). Thanks!

Here are the prompts - the bit everyone is waiting for!

Day 1 - 24th March - Season 1 Austin, We Have a Problem | “You promised me this would never happen again.” | Gunshot wound

Day 2 - 25th March - Season 2 Displaced | “Whatever happens, it’s on me.” | (Un)natural disaster

Day 3 - 26th March - Season 3 In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency | “How bad is it?” | Loss

Day 4 - 27th March - Season 4 Road Kill | “We all have a death sentence hanging over our heads.” | Drugged

Day 5 - 28th March - Season 5 Fall from Grace | “126 forever.” | Poison

Day 6 - 29th March Take your favourite moment/scenario/quote from any season and make it as angsty as you like - bonus points if it wasn’t angsty to start with! Even more bonus points if you don’t make it about Carlos, TK or Tarlos.

Day 7 - 30th March - Free day

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 3 days ago

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s6 episode 13 thoughts

how’s everyone doing tonight?

there may be a super bowl on, but i have more important matters at hand. and their names are mulder and scully.

mulder is not on my top 10 list of favorite men right now, though. i’m glad everyone was just as annoyed as i was after last episode’s “you’re making this personal” nonsense. i don’t forget. forgiveness might be arranged if the weather is nice.

but it seems that the weather will not be nice tonight, because this episode description mentions a hurricane. and arthur dales. was that the guy who took them out to the boat where you become old? i feel like i remember that name.

(author's note: he was not that guy ❤️)

you guys remember the boat that makes you old episode? that was a wild one.

well. best to dive in!

post-episode thoughts: i am gently cradling scully's face. i am tossing her a warm blanket and a thriller novel to read on the couch, and bringing her a glass of water so she doesn't have to move when she's thirsty. i am the designated driver when she gets wine drunk at the bar, laughing on the ride home as she mumbles about high school. the way we hold hands in the car feels like stealing something terribly valuable. MULDER, YOU CAN COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS!!

thunder is rumbling in florida. someone yells for evan. i hope she finds him. she’s boarding up the house door, but i don’t think that will keep it from flooding. so i’m not sure what the end goal here is.

they are trying to get clean water, it seems? but the water is coming in through a drain… and i assume it is NOT clean

wait, is arthur dales the guy from the florida mothman episode??? who got lost in the woods? is this his family?

(author's note: no ❤️)

this woman says she needs water NOW. and their cat is here, too. but mom doesn’t care. she says evan needs to push the washing machine NOW. to get the water out.

HE’S TRYING TO PUSH GIRL!! I GET THIS IS A HIGH STAKES SITUATION, BUT STOP YELLING AT HIM…. HE LOOKS ALL OF 15...

WHAT THE FUCK, IS AN EEL THING EATING HIM???

she’s telling the creature to let him go and then it starts to get her, too!!!!

hmm.

it has tentacle things. that were serrated.

free my boy evan AND his cat!!!

(intro time)

“hi, this is fox mulder. you can leave me a message after the beep” <- awww. he has a very boring voicemail.

where is mulder…? his apartment is empty… he has been ordered by this arthur fellow to get down to florida.

i feel so stupid. WHO IS ARTHUR? am i supposed to know him?? am i supposed to recall?? there are so many side characters that we never see again!! was he a fan-favorite or something that they brought back??

someone is listening to the radio, drinking some nasty looking sink water.

LMAOOOOO he opens the door and scully and mulder are there. very wet. “there’s a reason that people don’t head out into hurricanes” yes this is very true!

okay, i googled the guy because i was going crazy. he was one of the first people to investigate the x files. FROM THE FELLOW TRAVELERS EPISODE? hold on. i have to go consult my notes.

YES. THAT is the guy. not the florida guy, not the ship guy- the guy who watched roy cohn put spiders in people. which i honestly haven't thought about since seeing that episodes. or even registered how wild that as a plot point is.

but now, with that mystery solved, i can go back to watching the wet agents.

“who’s this?”, he asks (cut to a sopping wet angry cat of a scully) LMAO

she does not believe in a damn sea monster! so why did you bring her, he asks.

“she has a knack for getting to the bottom of things”, says mulder (she sees his trash can is filled with empty liquor bottles) “apparently, so does mr. dales” <-GET HIS ASS, SCULLY!!

dales says his friends, the shipleys, gave him a call in a panic. sara said something in the house grabbed her husband jack.

“it was your description that caused agent scully’s… dubiousness” <- LMAO. oh, someone should make that a username somewhere. scullys-dubiousness.

sara said it had tentacles that it used to choke jack. and she and her husband are both marine biologists. so they know tentacles!

now sara is missing as well. and dales has a bad hip, so he can’t go himself. so he called mulder. i find it hard to believe he didn't know anyone closer!

scully asks him why he came down here, and he says the weather, which gets a smile out of her, LMAO <3

“don’t sneer at the mysteries of the deep, young lady. the bottom of the ocean is as deep and dark as the imagination”

she’s a scully, motherfucker. the ocean is in her blood.

“young lady” is also crazy… arthur dales, you’re on thin ice.

they brave the storm to go visit the shipleys, breaking through their door that sara worked very hard to board up.

i bet filming this episode was unpleasant at best. so damp….

the music is mysterious as they investigate the place. mulder finds mystery goop!!! he can’t get it off of him!!

and now the washing machine is popping open. get that mop ready to poke whatever is in there, mulder; you look so scary. is it going to be the cat?

YEAH! cat! jumpscare of a cat. reminds me of the episode with the cat puppet. hehehehe.... a silly memory.

they investigate the boarded up bathroom, when someone comes in!! telling them to keep their hands up!!

LMAOOOO, the flashlights are in their mouths so they can't answer his questions... i’m cryingggg, this is so silly

they mumble as they try to explain themselves. and there is no backup for the guy who is trying to get them in trouble. he does not give a fuck. he says dales called him drunk as a skunk- what’s new?

the cat distracts him, and mulder steals his gun. “you’re going to kill me” “no, i’m not, but i’d like to” <- a rare moment of mulder self-control

scully shows him her badge and then leaves to go in the car. she has had ENOUGH. and can we blame her?!

the deputy politely asks for his gun back and helps mulder rip the boarded up bathroom door down. i am suspicious. maybe somehow HE is the sea monster.

scully is in the car yelling on the phone. mulder comes in and says they only found slime and water, as if someone left the tap running, and she says we have to get to the airport before they close it.

“aren’t you even curious what happened to these people?” <- don’t weaponize her curiosity, omg…

“he’s seen things i’ve only read about” “because sea monsters can only be read about, mulder, because they don’t exist” <- LMAOOOO

scully says she’s done what she can for her job and her conscious, but mulder says they should at least tell dales they’re giving up. which seems like a trap to get them to keep investigating in very dangerous weather.

the deputy is still bumbling around in the shipley’s house. but something emerges from the drain again!!!

he pulls out his pliers to open the drain…. and something bubbles up! WHY WOULD YOU STICK YOUR HAND IN THERE, DUDE?!??

well. all he pulls out is evan’s jersey. he was lucky. THIS TIME.

the agents are forced to pull over and are told by cops that they must find somewhere to stay!!! the road is washed out!! and there is no getting to the airport!!! noooo!!!!

scully tries to argue with the guy and tell them they’re FBI, and they REALLY need to get going, and she’ll show you her ID, but mulder rolls up the window and gets out of there. unfortunately, i do think he was right here- they need to be safe. it makes me sad to say it, too. but where will they find a place to stay?!

the deputy pulls into a condo complex to try and help some people stranded without power.

the cat hitched a ride onto his car!!!! the kitty is a survivor!

also, his name is deputy greer! feels a little late to learn this, but better now than never. he is yelling for people in the condo… he finds one open door and goes in

AUGH!!!! someone is SLIMED on the TOILET!!!!!!! awful awful awful way to go!!!!!

and it’s moving!!!!!! a tentacle reached out and GRABS HIM!!!

eeeeew.

“the good thing about zero visibility, scully? can’t get any worse” <-bro is going to jinx them

WAIT. THEY DIDN’T PULL OVER AND FIND A SAFE PLACE LIKE I THOUGHT? MULDER JUST DROVE OFF? LMAOOOOOOOOO

she’s on the phone with the local police department, telling them where they are: “no, it isn’t very smart, is it?” (stares at mulder)

but they lose service as soon someone on the phone agrees to help them find shelter 💔

“you know, scully, someday we’re going to look back on this and we’re going to laugh. we’ll just think of it as, uh, you know, man pitted against the forces of nature. think of it as a test of our mettle”

don’t go trying to make this better now!! you got y’all stuck in this situation!! but i guess he’s trying to put a positive spin on it.

scully’s not buying lmao. “i don’t need my mettle tested” and this is true! her mettle has been peer-reviewed

debris starts hitting the roof of the car, and scully says they need to pull over- but mulder says debris will still hit them if they’re pulled over. i mean, driving when you cannot see where you are going seems very unsafe. they might drive right into the ocean! but he keeps going, and says there might be someone who can give them directions.

they arrive at the condo!!! and they see greer’s car!!!

they find him gasping on the floor, covered in terrible sucker marks around his neck!!!! he needs a trach, she says, or he will die. and mulder goes in to investigate the toilet, which is covered in goop and a singular watch.

scully is going into DIY doctor mode while soaking wet, telling mulder to hold greer’s head steady. and i’ll say it. it’s hot. you want me to censor myself?

that being said!!! i will faint if i try to watch this. she’s pulling out a knife to stab him in the throat and WHREEUGH. WHEEEWEIGH. looking at my phone looking at my phone. why did he pop.

AUGHHHHH. AUGHHHHHH NO MA’AM. BLOOD POURING OUT.

i’m shaking my hands over here. you can’t see it. but i am.

mulder says that he thinks whatever it is that sucked greer up and is giving him the allergic reaction is in the plumbing, and runs off to investigate.

scully radios for an emergency evacuation to save greer, and dales is listening. he hears her name and laughs. WHAT’S SO FUNNY ABOUT HER NAME BEING SCULLY? HUH? YOU KNOW HER DAD OR SOMETHING?? or are you laughing at her daring nature and ability to save lives? is this a laugh of respect? i'm watching you...

dales mumbles that the monster is not unidentified. well. you didn't seem to offer any hints on the subject...

mulder finds a guy upstairs, one who is hauling a giant TV- he must be stealing- and another fellow, who asks if he’s a doctor, because they called 911 and no one came. his wife is pregnant and a week past her due date. oh lord. this is not gonna be good.

you can almost always tell that shit is going to go down in an episode when it features a heavily pregnant side character.

his name is walter suarez. the guy with the wife. not the guy with the TV. who says he will put it back.

LMAOOOOO, MULDER WAS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING AND IT ONCE AGAIN DID NOT PAY OFF, I’M CRYING:

“stay there, mrs. suarez. we’re going to make sure your baby makes it safely into the world”

“well, thank you, but i’m not in labor. and my name is not ‘suarez’, it’s villareal. he tells people i’m his wife. like he’s so macho”

okay. yeah. i giggled. the universe truly hates his ass. possibly deserved.

also, what exactly was he going to do if she *was* in labor? he said “we” are going to make sure your baby makes it safely. bro. there is no “we” in this operation. unless he has a side hustle as a doula or something- that’s gonna be all scully.

do medical doctors working in non-OBGYN fields even know HOW to deliver a baby? she’s a forensic pathologist. kinda the opposite of a delivery doctor.

maybe he’s read books on the subject. he reads a lot of books. maybe he picked up a book on how to deliver a baby and was like “i might need this someday”. surprise me, buddy.

anyway, he tells them both to please go downstairs. “why, you got a car? oh, walter here doesn’t have a car. not to mention a job” <-LMAOOOOO ANGELA.

he just wants to get them to safety, and she is mad as hell she can’t use the bathroom LMAO. girl is going through it!!

“kid’s gonna be a fighter” <- oh, mulder. once again, i remind you that you have to at least get a real bed before you start thinking about having children. we need to think practically here. i know. you want a little kid SO bad. but we need to take steps to get there.

he asks if there’s anyone else in the apartment, and there’s a guy named george on the first floor. mulder goes to find him- knocks on his door- and george refuses to open it. he says he’s armed for all things. which i guess includes sea monsters.

scully is trying to tend to greer, now with angela and walter in the audience. angela wants to know what the hell was chewing on his neck, LMAO.

“it may have been some water-borne parasite” (angela turns to walter) “uh-huh, you see that? you see what happens when you live in a dump?” <- LMAOOOO

they want to know where harry is. he is the one who owns the place!

the thief also comes down to the first floor and angela has words for him too LMAO poor her!!!!!

mulder calls scully to the hall and says they need to leave now. but the paramedics won’t even send greer a rescue vehicle, so they can’t go anywhere. this is NOT good.

george down the hall is getting his guns, mumbling on the evils of federal agents. and this dude has a wild amount of guns. and the tentacle beast in his room. please focus on the bigger issues at hand than federal employees, george.

OH. scully has on a bandana and glasses to DIY investigate greer’s wounds. for when you do not have a surgical mask.

she says there is something under his skin! and angela hands her the tongs she had been holding over a candle’s flame LMAOOOO an excellent surgical assistant!

he’s at 106 degrees!!! which is simply far too many!!!

scully tells the thief to fill up the tub and get ice and he’s like “but… the thing in the plumbing…” and she tells him to GET MOVING!! BAHAHA, do NOT mess around with dr. scully when she is in life-saving mode!!!

oh my god. she’s pulling something out of his neck wound. oh my god. i didn’t see that coming and i paused on it. which makes this so much worse. she’s pulling something out. did i mention that? and it keeps coming.

it’s a tentacle. she demands a container to store it in and for mulder to lift greer into the tub!!!

the thief pockets the slime-covered watch from the bathroom, knocking some epsom salt into the bath in the process. but they hear tons of gunshots!!! george is in his room firing into the ceiling!!! he must be trying to hit the beast!!!

mulder opens the door and tells him to drop his weapon, but george says it’s gonna take a lot more than what he has to kill the thing he just saw.

scully has the bandana wrapped around her neck <3 she just wants to go home <3

scully says they all must remain calm. as the thief with greer is soaping up his hands to try and steal his wedding ring. and then he leaves!!!

angela needs to go to the bathroom, but walter is telling her she can’t, because the beast lives in the pipes, which makes mulder realize this thing must be coming from the hurricane!!!

angela goes in with a bucket from scully and tells greer that even though he is in a coma, he cannot listen to her use the bathroom, LMAO. but!!! he’s pulsating in there!!!!

scully is still not buying the sea monster allegations: “mulder, there is no evidence of any creature here. those organisms might just be waterborne parasites. but something from jules verne they are not”

lmao. she’s such a nerd. that’s the second time she’s referenced those books.

also, she’s soaking wet, has on a bandana around her neck, yellow rubber gloves on her hands, and a chef’s apron tied around her waist. she’s never looked more beautiful.

angela starts screaming!!! she saw it!! it’s in the tub with the deputy and looks like an octopus!! we have an eye witness account!!

mulder heads in there…. he opens the curtain to look into the tub….. please be safe... but he doesn’t see anything in there. just the clothes from the deputy. but no him.

“i think the deputy went out with the bath water” <- mulder, you’re so stupid. i can’t stay mad at you for long.

he thinks the evil octopus might be water!! it only takes shape when it attacks!! but she holds out the tentacle in the jar and says she can see it, and it seems that water actually kills it.

OH. he thinks it uses bodies to lay eggs. because... humans are mostly water. this is a horrible image.

mulder says they need to get out NOW. they can take the deputy’s prowler. but the looter isn’t there with them!! he stole the car!!!

mulder sees the beast in the ceiling!!! it breaks through the glass!!!! he’s falling over.

OHHHH…. HER VOICE WHEN SHE ASKS IF HE’S OKAY……… please kill me. pleaaaaaaaase.

AUGH!!!! his neck is covered in those terrible marks!!!!!

george locks scully and the others into the room!! holding them at gunpoint!!! leaving mulder outside!!! she’s furious!!!

she wants to keep him breathing!!!! and, of course, angela is now going to start giving birth.

oh man. this is a sticky situation.

poor mulder is in the hallway and sees the beast in the ceiling.

george has the gun pointed at scully and is making her deliver the baby!!! but she says she’s never done it before!! “so stand back, or make yourself useful, but stay out of my way” <- YES MA’AM!!! you TELL HIM!!!!!

mulder is running from the beast…..

and poor scully is forced to help this stranger give birth. she’s trying to tell angela she’s doing a good job. you know. pushing and whatnot.

she needs some towels and she asks george politely at first, but now SHE NEEDS SOME TOWELS, DAMN IT! but he sees something in the ceiling light……

angela is giving birth and mulder is being tormented by neck wounds, when he hears the kitty meowing!!! save him, kitty cat!! named reggie!! they’re staring at each other….

meanwhile, scully has her hands up angela and feels the baby, but the beast is up in the ceiling. right above their heads.

scully realizes it’s the water!!!!!!!!!!! and the baby is coming out while the gun dude george is literally being choked to death by the beast!!!

she has a baby in her hands and is yelling at walter to shoot at the sprinklers. she hands him the gun...... and he fires. eventually. it felt like it took forever.

that is a woman who gets things done.

cutscene to her on the phone… somewhere.

mulder is showing dales his wounds, who agrees that they are terrible. they laugh about how disgusting they look. he has bandages around his neck and it looks like a turtleneck, which is kind of funny.

dales says that its is amazing that scully could come down here in a hurricane, chase a sea monster, deliver a baby, kill the beast, AND save mulder. and look at her little smile when he says she’s amazing and she looks down OH!

“she didn’t save my life, really…” <- OH??? THE DISRESPECT?? she’s trying to be polite and say he wouldn’t have known to go out into the rain until she pointed out the fresh water killed the octopus beast… but he says he did know!!! he saw the cat!!!

dales isn’t gonna stand for that, LMAO. “if agent scully had not been there with you, i shudder to think what would have happened to you. i’d say you owe her your life.” (she looks shocked at this)

(mulder sighs)

“it takes a big man to admit this, but… if i had had someone as savvy as her by my side all those years ago in the x files, i might not have retired”

and she’s SMILING IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE HE SAYS THIS, OMGGGG

and he gives them a toast. and they both refuse water. the end.

AWWW. they said “let’s do a silly one”

i was worried at first about the scully-dales dynamic when he started with calling her "young lady", but an entirely pure friendship was born on this day. as well as an actual baby. and that is beautiful.

mulder… i am trying so hard to crack you… why do you insist you saved yourself? what pretense are you operating under??? why does it take dales to make you see how lucky you have it??

i feel like that was some sort of hint to a bigger picture, but i can’t crack exactly what or why. same with his weirdly empty apartment at the beginning.

this was a very good episode. it felt to me like those early season episodes, like humbug and jose chung. not QUITE as good as those, but in that vein. i think those writers left, though, didn’t they? so. it wasn’t really them.

scully in an apron and a bandana delivering a baby with a gun to her head…. yeah <3

mulder was just kinda here this episode. it was a scully one for sure. and i am not complaining.

but. what is it that he is up to? i just can’t place it!!! what did he think there was to prove in saying he saved himself? is he trying to show dales how strong and smart he is, and how he is a worthy successor? i just can’t crack it.

and then, other times, it is clear he’s trying. or at least it seems he is. making that comment about looking back and laughing at this with scully implies he sees a future with her in it as inevitable. then why is he saying that, then pushing her away?? unless he was just saying that to try and placate her for dealing with his nonsense, dragging them into a hurricane... but it seemed to me like he meant it.

it makes no damn sense…

okay, other thoughts: angela is a queen. she had me howling.

scully…. save me, wet hair and DIY doctor scully… save me....

the beast was activated by saltwater, so when the salt fell in the tub, greer got eaten. so the beast must have eaten the shipleys as well. this is a bummer for all parties involved.

mulder should have taken the orphaned cat with him. maybe the kitty could have cracked his… whatever it is he has going on. a little friendly kitty. it could cure his angst.

i thoroughly enjoyed this episode, but when i woke up this morning after having watched it, i could not stop thinking about how disgusting the suction cup wounds were. and about scully removing the tentacle from one of them. good lord. i might need to sit down for a bit.

STILL. it was a very good one! do not let the mental images of holes with tentacles in them make you think i didn't enjoy it. now. let scully nap for many moons.

#did you read this far? if so will you tell me what you think? please? :D #scully gets to nap for 100 years now. it is law!#as do i apparently as i am falling asleep typing this up despite not really doing anything different than usual!!!#juni's x files liveblog #6x13 #the x files #txf

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r0semultiverse · 9 months ago

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Hey, Jake & Jack fans, is this anything?

Both men imprisoned (literal & metaphorical).

Both offered an out from their current predicament by an outside force (arguably in the case of Brain Ghost Dirk).

Both have loose ties to Lord English visually.

Yellow initial glow & Gamzee involvement too.

Sometimes a guy just needs to explode (same pose too).

Both dual wielding weapons.

That same said weapon type (for Jack Noir) having killed Jane Crocker.

It's really looking like Jake is going to do her in.

I would also like to point out that we've had interactions involving these three (Jane, Jake, and Brain Ghost Dirk) before that consisted of similar topics & themes.

Brain Ghost Dirk implying that he's just there as moral support, a manifestation of Jake's powers, and as a coping mechanism. Jane also talking about ruling an empire with him while talking down to him, similar to how she saw and/or still sees him in Beyond Canon's Candy timeline. Jake also being uncertain about doing anything to harm her despite all the bad things she's doing.

Brain Ghost Dirk going away tells us that Jake's more hopeful than he's ever been. This is the moment where he is the most sure of his decisions than he's ever been in his life, whatever those decisions may be in regards to Jane and how to handle this situation.

He is probably going to shoot Jane down, quite literally. I would also argue that after all this time, the lad isn't beating the Lord English allegations. We might as well have a parallel of him killing Jane much like how Jack Noir killed her right before he got possessed by Lil Cal & given some of Lord English's immense power.

Alternatively maybe we'll get to see what the power of hope or hope bullets can do to someone whose done so much wrong & come so far off the deep end in terms of moral wrongdoings. Maybe with every shot that hits her, she'll begin to be swayed to the side of good & start to self-reflect.

I'm still not fully convinced that Gamzee actually cured Tavros' peanut allergy, I mean just look at the panel.

This could absolutely be interpreted as Jake injecting his hope power into the epipen and by proxy injecting both his power & the epipen into his son! If younger Jake is strong enough to defeat Grimbark Jade, then adult Jake might just be strong enough to defeat a peanut allergy is all I'm saying! In fact, now that I'm rambling about it, this seems like the more likely outcome is Jake's hope power swaying or (in the very least) confusing Jane mid-fight. Hope bullets, they would look cool & would be pretty strong!

The power of believing in others & wanting things to change can be a strong tool indeed, Mister English.

If there's one person who still believes in changing Jane's mind (or bringing her back to proper canonicity depending on how you interpret the recent lore), it would be Jake English, the believer.

Okay, maybe this is something! Tally ho!

#I have not seen anyone talk about the visual; story; & character parallels yet so allow me to jump up on this box real quick #gonna start shouting into this megaphone because holy crap I just now noticed this somehow only just now #I know & am aware some of these are probably a stretch & the order of events isn't exactly the same; but hear me out okay?#did the writing team remember & know they were doing this??? anyone feel free to answer or ask one of them on twitter I just want #to know out of pure curiosity though i can see how answering something like this might be spoiler territory this early into beyond canon #Jake is on the war path & I love that for him; I trust him to rage responsibly tbh #this started off as me being certain of one hs outcome; but now im more certain of the other; feel free to guess which is which #I'm not here to say whether I agree with Jake or disagree with how he's going to handle the Jane Crocker situation; I'm just doing analysis #& finding parallels that may or may not be intentional because at this point I'm honestly not sure; but i figured it was worth pointing out #jack noir lord english and jake english parallels real? only time will tell; but i look forward to the coming updates to hs^2 or hsbc #homestuck beyond canon #homestuck #jake english #homestuck^2 #homestuck 2 #jane crocker #jack noir #homestuck theory #brain ghost dirk #homestuck candy #cw blood #homestuck upd8 #upd8 #homestuck spoilers #also yes i avoided having the flashing images be flashing images on purpose; less hassle with tags & stuff & things even if it looks cool

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kizzington · 4 months ago

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Not aiming this at anyone specifically, but I’m genuinely so disappointed & annoyed at the fact no one in my real life circles bothered to reach out to me to check up on me regarding the recent Liam Payne/One Direction news.

#ignore if you want I’m just gonna vent a minute #it’s been over 3 days now & almost nothing #They know I was/am a fan of at least 1d or could take a pretty good educated guess if nothing else #& yet not one person who knows me personally bothered to ask if I was alright #And honestly… I’m not #I’m fucking struggling #it’s just so complex n confusing & I’m having a really hard time coming to terms with everything #I get it people are busy and have their own things going #& they probably don’t think it’s a big deal losing Liam as it was just a silly little boyband to them #but to me n to everyone who was there for those years it feels so so strangely personal #like a longtime distant friend has just been ripped away so tragically #& not only the tragic death of a person but the death of your adolescence & all the innocence of that time #the end of an era that had so much joy n significance in your life #& I know it’s probably not easy to tell I’m upset bc I keep my emotions pretty much exclusively to myself (thanks autism)#but honestly it’s just so invalidating and isolating to not have anyone to talk to #I already feel so completely alone in general bc no one ever checks in with me n stuff like this just solidifies that #I just don’t think it would have been so difficult just to drop a quick message to say ‘hope you’re okay’ or ‘thinking of you’ at least #it would have made a difference #& I know this post isn’t gonna matter to anyone but I just had to get my frustrations out somewhere bc it’s weighing on me a lot #anyway if you got to here thanks for your time n I hope you’re doing okay!!#feel free to reach out to me if you ever want/need to ❤️❤️❤️#wow that was a lot #personal #Kirsty talks #my posts #my stuff #1d #Liam Payne #one direction

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bi-bats · 2 years ago

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ALSO!!! i wanted to let you know that i placed The Echo Wife and Vicious on hold at the library on your recommendation and theyre gonna take a while to get to me but im excited to read them!!! so thank u for the recs in your response to one of my asks a bit ago!!! 💕💕💕

SKSJSJSJSJAKAK YESSSSS I LOVE THOSE BOOKS SO SO MUCH OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 VICIOUS IS SINCERELY ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVES AND THE ECHO WIFE IS ONE OF MY MORE RECENT FAVES BUT AKSJSJSJKSKA PLEASE DM ME ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS WHEN YOU READ THEM I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM ALWAYS!!!

#🫘 this was a terrible idea #batsasks #I will get to your other ask!!!#im trying to do the 'rest and relaxation' thing #its not going well lmao also im applying for new jobs though #but I'm rereading Know Yourself and trying to get back into the vibe of it #and I can literally pinpoint the chapter where I had read Echo Wife and it changed my brain chemistry #enjoy it enjoy it enjoy it!!!!#also tell me even if you don't like it!! i love disagreeing with people about books 😂#i work in a bookstore so #used to it lmao #and if you want more book recs feel free to ask!!!!!#(This is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El Mohtar and Max Gladstone)#(Also All Systems Red by Martha Wells)#that last one is definitely inspiring me on a fic I want to write #the cyberpunk au #okay shutting up now i have to go to work lmao

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icantalk710 · 5 months ago

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#well glad i finally stopped overthinking for three days and sent the damn text #i get if things are super hectic with work and everything immediate i do--but if we've still been feeling each other we'd still find a way #to connect?#i thought dinner with him went well a few weeks back--and would've gone better at mine if not for shitty super (big stressor) halfassing a #roof leak repair job in his closet making him have to go handle that after it rained a little during dinner #but we kissed goodbye saying we'd hang labor day and i told him to text me once home or about how the leak goes and he never did #but okay things were stressy and he forgot no worries #labor day came and i followed up day of not having heard from him and did an afternoon in the park after not hearing back #he apologized the next day saying he was going through a lot and i understood and said i'd still like to help take his mind off things--nada #he works weekends so i sent him a doggo video on IG to help some and checked in the next Monday asking if we did still want to hang again #and that i'd missed him--he apologized last Tuesday saying work was chaos and that he was two-weeksing his part time job #i understood and asked what he planned on doing from there to have us talking--nothing #but he did see the doggo video finally and said 'thanks for the doggo c:'#i did also have a free evening on thurs from a day off with mom so i low-presh said 'hey if you wanna hang?' and nothing #last thing was i asked on Sunday how his week was going and nothing #what confused me is that through all this he would still pop into my IG stories and like things which makes me think 'interest'#but i'd low-pressure like or comment a thing on his and i wouldnt get anything #and also still kinda seeing him on the site we met on with a guy leaving him a bj review a few weeks ago... which #it's fine it's been two dates so sure--but i'm also v much wanting to do things with him too and i'm kinda right there??#so all this to say that i felt like i had to just see if we are doing okay given it's been hard to tell #...but i did so much overthinking on how to phrase it the past 2-3 days before finally sending it #saying that if we are i'd like us to connect a bit more and that maybe Snapchat could help with that #[we probably should've traded SCs already 🥲]#anyway we'll see how that goes but idk as much as i've liked our chemistry i kinda feel like--to quote The Drums' 626 Bedford Ave--#i dont get near what i've been givin'#(space considerations for the hecticness aside ofc #so if we can communicate a bit better that'd be nice but could also gear toward an end so we'll see with the ball in his court #anyway thanks for reading that pre-bed vent #you're now imagining a corgi about to go paddling on a boat as a treat :)#🥱

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girlivealwaysbean · 5 months ago

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dni.

#i don't know how people who do not have siblings live cause #whenever i feel the very intense and real urge to genuinely kms their faces pop up in my head #my sister laughing at my jokes after she had a bad day and saying with tears in her eyes that hey you know what i need you so much please #call me constantly when im abroad i don't know what I'd do without you #and my little brother not trusting my parents advice when he is sick because he thinks they're constantly telling him to do a hundred thing #anyway but listening to me when im giving the exact same advice asking me such innocent questions that seem so obvious #but he doesn't know because of his childlike innocence #like why are we not going to the doctor if i have fever how do our parents know how to cure it and how can i take dolo without a doctors #prescription and me laughing and explaining that it's okay it's normal it's paracetamol you don't have to worry you'll be okay in day or 2 #or how he's excitedly telling me that these are the colleges i looked up are they good how do you know if they're good #he needs me so much even tho he'd never say it they've been even worse parents to him than to me he doesn't have anyone else #so then how could i be so selfish and hurt the two people who love and need me the most the two people on whom if i see tears #it feels like a stab directly to the heart?#but i can't help it. can't help fantasizing about dying #maybe myself but even better if by some terminal illness #i keep thinking me lying in a hospital bed and doctors saying there's a complicated procedure and it's very expensive and results aren't #even guaranteed so are you sure want to be treated #and me saying no please let me die my parents would protest at first they would feel it is their duty responsibility to keep me alive #but id say please i don't have anything to live for and i just CAN'T i can't do this i can't live this life it's too difficult im not #capable im already failing please just let me give up and then they'd agree #and then i would tell my father that im sorry i couldn't pay you back for all the money you spent on me my education my living expenses #but atleast now i won't ask for anymore money from you ever you'll probably get some money from the insurance policies #and i would tell my mom that sorry for being such a burden on you all these years but now you can finally be free with the 2 kids you #actually love and you never have to cook for me again or fold my clothes or feel bad that i won't attend your family functions #and i would tell my siblings that i know it's sad but please i know you guys are strong and bright and you're gonna be very happy and #successful and that's enough for me im sorry we couldn't have our dream raksha bandhan away from our parents but you can carry on without #me and ill always love you. and that would be it.#i know it's wrong to fantasize so much about dying and ive read somewhere that they may just seem like thoughts now but if left untreated #one day you're gonna have a bad day and you're gonna find the perfect opportunity and you were so sure you were never going to do it but #then you do. but i don't know how to stop

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krysmcscience · 5 months ago

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Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:

The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.

Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.

It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.

Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. 🙄

Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.

also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh

⬇️ More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmao⬇️

Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D

Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.

Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:

'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.

you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH

And, finally:

lmao this is shit

True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.

Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD

Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D

Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)

#fanart #gravity falls #billford #bill cipher #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #pyronica #handyman bill au #book of bill #the good place #incorrect quotes #heck yeah i'm tagging billford - cuz these old men are EXES #jfc i said i wasn't going to color any other gravity falls stuff i made - and then what do i do?#i fukken color all of it #i may have a problem lmao #the green area outside the theraprism is because i forgot what was outside it and just went 'lol greenscreen idgaf'

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phagodyke · 7 months ago

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had a very weird dream the place I worked was in the marine exploration industry and I was presenting a review of a deep sea probe we were retiring and then woke up extremely abruptly bc my body started digging my uterus out with a million tiny blunt spoons YOWIEEEEOWWW

#fuckinghellllll this pain is smth else entirely. trying to be normal abt it bc its 2am and im so tired please let me go back to sleep #filled a hot water bottle so now we wait for that to do its thing and ill take some ibuprofen #ohhhhh just realised i only have 3 ibuprofen capsules left. and a full day of work in 6 hours... chuckles. im in danger ahahaa #fuck me okay ill get up half an hour earlier and go to tesco before i get my bus i think it opens 7am so should just be able to make it #i take it back abt that organ post can i get my reproductive system removed 🥹🥹🥹🥹#it has no right being this bad im not in FUCKING labour GET A GRIP!!!!!#grabbing my tubes and shaking them and shaking them and yanking them out #swear i had more ibuprofen than this where the fuck is it.#so annoying the premier near my work doesnt open until 8:15 bc thats exactly when my shift starts 🙃🙃🙃🙃#wait maybe theres a tesco nearby nvm nah just google mapsed and its barren around there #so i have to go before i get my bus. okay okay thats fine. setting my alarm for 6am. its that or killing myself #it has been. half an hour now is it going to lessen!!!!!!#JUST FOUND ANOTHER PACK IN MY BAG BUT ITS EMPTY THIS IS SO CRUEL......#okay. sorry this is so disjointed im clawjnf at the walls and then i come bacm and type another tag and then i claw some more #im gonna refill my hot water bottle and please let me sleep please i cant do work on so little and also in so much pain #jesus ill see how i feel when i wake up again maybe i should call in sick #so devastating i cant take codeine on these meds bc that was the only thing that helped :-( i need to ask if there are alternatives #or maybe i should go med free while im on my period so i can take it. but idk how long it has to be out of my system to be safe #and i dont want withdrawal ughhhhhh #hate usinf a hot water bottle during the summer its too warm for this. miserable. wait i should dm my flatmate if she can spare a little #ik n she might need it to take on holiday but just enohgh for today would be so good wah #and then i dont have to leave.so super early #okay ill do that then putting phone down so i can try sleeping even with pain pleaseplease #goodnight :-(#.diaries

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reignpage · 2 months ago

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Lying To Himself

Content: in which toji is left alone and how he deals with your temporary absence

You have to leave for two weeks, something about a mission in another city. Your boyfriend, Toji, swears it'll be okay, even insists that time will pass by in a blink of an eye.

“‘m not a fucking child, ma. I’ll be fine. Just take care, yeah?”

And so, you peck him on his lips and wave goodbye before you get in the car. Then you’re disappearing in the distance. Toji shrugs, going back in feeling pretty excited to have the house to himself for two weeks — this has never happened before. As he sits on the couch, bottle of beer in one hand and tv remote on the other, he thinks about all the things he can do now.

The toilet seat can stay up, the bins will be full for longer, same goes for the dirty dishes in the sink, and he can watch whatever he wants; no more of those sappy romcoms with predictable plots and cheesy lines.

“’s gonna be fun,” he mutters, a growing grin on his face.

A couple days pass in relative silence, he stays out late, sleeps till noon and eats all the junk you’ve banned from the house. Toji cooks all the steak he wants and leaves the beer bottles to collect dust on the coffee table. And he accepts every invitation from his buddies to go out for drinks, watch basketball at the bar, and plays a couple games too.

He stays up all night, on the evenings he's not getting stupid drunk, playing videogames -- the violent ones you cringe at. During the day, he walks around the place in just his boxers, sometimes not even that, and it's liberating. All a man needs is to be free to be balls naked in their own kitchen.

"You're not missing her at all?" Shiu asks, smoke blowing in his face as they stand in the back alley, leaning against the wall of the bar.

Toji snorts. "What am I? Five years old? I can last a couple weeks without being sappy."

His friend gives him a look, half amused, half disbelieving and a hundred percent smug. None of them miss the death grip he has on his phone, the way his knee is bouncing, and how he isn't even looking at the hot chicks that sway their asses as they walk by.

It’s been great. Really fucking great.

You haven’t been texting much. Sure, you check in here and there, letting him know you’re alright, you’re safe, and making sure he’s watered your plants. However, there are rarely any opportunities for phone calls longer than five minutes, no FaceTime either, and sometimes he goes to sleep without a ‘goodnight’ from you.

It’s fine.

At least, he can sleep at whatever time he wants without you whining about needing cuddles.

More days pass just like that.

And now he’s rarely leaving the house, finding his drunk friends boring and obnoxiously loud. It’s like he's suddenly realised they’re kinda fucking stupid. He starts to get sick of all the steak and fried chicken and takeaway, and instead he’ll text you for the recipe of your lasagne or that smoothie you make him in the mornings that’s always greener than the last.

His feet tap on the floor when you don’t reply straight away. And when his phone lights up, he practically dives for it and grips it tight in his palm, screen threatening to crack when it’s not from you.

“God fucking dammit, Shiu. Don’t fucking talk to me if it’s not important.”

The movies he’s been dying to watch are pretty shit. There’s no depth, no proper pacing, and the dialogue’s cheesy as fuck. Usually, you’d throw popcorn at the screen and complain about all those things, but he finds that he has to mutter them to himself for white noise. Even smirks when he thinks he got it exactly right, guessing what you’d say as if you’re yapping right in his ear.

“She’d totally find that shit stupid. And that blood looks fake as fuck. What was the fucking budget for this shit?”

Most of the phone calls on his history log are from him, more reds than greens. What the fuck have they got you doing over there anyways?

When you do reply to his ‘g’night’ and ‘hey, sleep well?’, he’ll have a go at you for taking so damn long. It’s just fucking ridiculous that you’re clearly sleeping well when he has to hit the gym and tire himself out to even get an hour of shut eye nowadays. Sometimes, he can’t even get any and he just paces the length of the living room waiting for a notification from you to pop up.

“Fucking come on! Y'r phone better be dead or something.”

Toji hates having dinner on the table; the seat opposite him is empty, the placemat bare and he feels a freaky fucking soreness in his chest. When that happens, he never finishes his dinner. Must be a symptom of early heart disease. Gotta talk to the doctors about that.

Instead, he eats on the sofa or in his car.

Eventually, you find time to speak to him for an hour, recounting all the crazy things you’ve seen and had to do. He doesn’t interrupt, he just grunts here and there, not even really listening but he urges you to keep talking when there’s a pause, like you’re unsure if you’re talking too much. And when you try to turn the conversation on him, asking about his day, he gives one word answers and then throws you another question.

“Yeah?” He grunts. “What else? Speak up, ma. Wanna hear ya. D’ya go to that shop? Yeah? Y’ buy anything? Send me a picture.”

He gets two nights of decent sleep after that.

But then…

The guys at work know better than to open their fat mouths around him when he turns up with an extra wrinkle and a ticking in his jaw. Toji is somehow even more sadistic and violent and eager for blood. Even finally accepts their invitation to go out for drinks and drowns himself in the extra strong shit. Assuming he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, they don’t question his sour mood.

But what they don’t know is that you texted, just a day before you’re set to come back, to let him know you’re staying another week.

Fucking texted.

Didn’t even get to hear it from your own voice.

He buries himself in more work and stays at the gym for even longer, pushing his body so far, his mind quiets down and he don’t gotta think about the fact that he’s started sleeping on your side of the bed, that the house is losing your scent, and that divot on the couch where you always sat has flattened out.

Everyone knows he’s losing his mind. They can tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the fact that he’s started snapping at women who are either flirting or just doing their jobs. And sometimes they even have to block his view of couples practising PDA. That’s the closest to hell they ever want to get around Toji. Suddenly, everyone’s hoping you throw the guy a bone and send a nude or something. Literally anything to rein him back in.

The day comes, though, when you’re finally returning home.

“Y’ sure? Not gonna flake again? Be fucking sure, ma. Alright, get back safe.”

Toji throws all the rubbish out, washes the dishes and dries them, double checks that the toilet seat is down, and he’s followed your recipe for beef stew to the letter — it’s cooking in the oven, and it looks fucking great. Even exfoliated in the shower like you’ve been asking him to, almost took off an entire layer of skin. He doesn’t want to admit he feels pretty fucking fresh.

The door handle rattles.

He sits up. And then stands. Walks over to the front door, arms crossing and then uncrossing.

You’re here.

“Hey, Toji—“

Your greeting is smothered in his chest as he threatens to suffocate you with the hardest bear hug in the whole world. And though he’d never hurt you, if you weren’t a sorcerer, you’d have been in big trouble.

“Y’ hungry? Or y’ wanna shower first?”

His hands are all over you, lifting your chin to search your face for any scratches, even squishes your cheeks to be sure, and he’s patting you down for bruises or just to make sure all your limbs are intact. There’s a frown on his lips and it’s pretty darn cute.

“Aw, Toji, baby. Did you miss me?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re not a child, blah blah blah.”

Walking past him to take your shoes off, hang your coat and roll your suitcase to the side, you’re inhaling the air and moaning about the delicious food in the oven. Oh, God. You’ve been craving homemade food for so long now. You might actually die if you don’t eat.

“Come here.” Your eyes dart to him, still standing by the doorway, fists clenching and unclenching. Toji looks furious. You look closer. No, he looks…embarrassed? “Said come here, ma.”

“Why?” You ask, head titling in curiosity and slight suspicion.

He grunts. “What? I gotta spell it out for ya?”

Laughing, you tap your foot on the ground and retort back, “Yeah, you might because you need to have a good reason for keeping me from both a good shower and a warm meal.”

Toji rolls his eyes and stalks over to you, yanking you back to his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and keep you still. It’s much softer than before, but you feel the same sense of passion, something that verges on desperation.

It’s almost like…

No.

It can’t be.

Oh, but when you feel his face bury itself in your neck and you hear that long inhale, followed by a deep groan vibrating through his chest, you’re absolutely sure.

Toji missed you.

An overwhelming feeling of love fills you, so does a sense of victory, and you just hug him back, inhaling deeply too. He smells like home, like reluctant cuddles, pats on the ass, and early morning sex. You thought you’d have the most trouble in the two weeks, which turned into three, but as it turns out, he didn’t fare much better.

Though he’d never admit it with his own mouth, his body betrays him.

Toji doesn’t let you get very far without a hand on you somehow, whether that’s a hand on your thigh as you eat dinner side by side, instead of across from each other, or you sitting on his lap as you watch the movie you want to watch. He even waits on the toilet lid as you shower, though that only lasts a couple minutes before he’s stripping and joining you.

“Y’r not washing y’r hair right,” he tuts.

Getting into bed is even worse because he’s practically lying on top of you the whole night, still sniffing your neck, and with his hands exploring your body. Not really in a sexual way, which is odd for him, but as if he just wants to feel you. He wants to feel your warmth, your softness, and reassure himself you’re home.

Soon, he’s out cold and you mumble a goodnight against his forehead.

He wakes up feeling completely refreshed, like a newborn, stretching and grinning about getting ready with the day, and frowns when you’re still fast asleep. Part of him wants to make sure you’re getting your rest, but that part doesn’t win for very long and the much bigger part is shaking you awake.

“Come on, ma. Fucking bored here. Wake up, yeah? Let’s get some breakfast. Wanna talk to ya.”

And when you do wake up, grumbling at how loud he’s being, he ignores the glares you’re giving and the swatting of his hands. Toji gives you a rare, wide, toothy smile and he says,

“There’s my gorgeous girl. Good morning, baby.”

Yeah, this man totally missed you.

#jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk fic #jjk oneshot #jjk drabble #toji x reader #jjk x reader #toji angst #toji fluff #toji drabble #toji fic #toji oneshot

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