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I‘m kinda back but also I‘m in a lot of pain bc my meds aren’t working and now I want to cry😍😍
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One where Jude and his girlfriend/wife go for a swim and she‘s scared? Thanks!
TLDR: Wife!reader x JudeBellingham on holidays, but he doesn't know about your fears.
Word count + info: 2.3k! Blurb! Tiny bit of Spanish incorporated, some dialogue too : )
Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW! Mention of Thalassophobia + a panic attack, if that is a trigger, proceed w caution!! Otherwise, nothing more : ).
Azzie Notes ✚: HI!! First ever Jude ask here! I'm sorry it took me a while to get around to this req, anon! I hope I did it justice for you, I was struggling with writer's block for this prompt for some time, thinking how to flesh it out.
Also, I made a twitter ( @azziegivesafike !!) Feel free to follow and msg me about non requests there, I'll be posting life updates, story + req updates and spoilers/teasers alongside other things, so it'd be nice to have a community over there!
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Waves - J.B.
The sun hung high and lazily over the quiet Mediterranean countryside, casting long shadows on the rolling hills of olive trees and wildflowers. You and Jude had stolen away from the world, far from the roars and pressures, to a little coastal town where time felt like it had slowed down and life felt more gentle. Jude’s off-season was sacred, a time for just the two of you, to reconnect without the distractions of football, press, and the ever-present hum of expectations. No obligations. No noise. Just love.
It wasn’t out of character for Jude to plan some sort of surprise during your time together. Sometimes it was a romantic dinner; other times, it was a helicopter ride over a city. But this time, he had gone a step further, maybe even a step in the wrong direction.
You walked hand in hand down to the dock, the scent of saltwater thick in the air. Jude was rambling on, his voice bright with excitement. He had planned a surprise: a yacht, just for you two, to spend the day on the open sea. His voice lilted with that familiar Birmingham cadence, thick and warm like the breeze that carried your laughter.
“I’m tellin’ ya,” he said, his eyes glimmering as he spoke. “Pre-season training camp’s gonna be intense, but I’m already buzzin’ for it. New lads seem sound, and we’ve got a proper chance at the title this year.” His hand squeezed yours as you neared the marina, the glint of the water stretching endlessly ahead. “But none of that matters now. Today, it’s just you and me.”
You smiled at him weakly, though your heart had already started its familiar, uneasy thud in your chest. The yacht, sleek and pristine, bobbed gently on the water. All you could see was the endless expanse of ocean beyond, that shimmering surface stretching far beyond the horizon.
You had been trying to get better, to be better, to manage your fear. But this was a step far out of your comfort zone. You're not really sure what or when your fear of water had really sunk into you but all you could remember was that prickly, hot, sickly feeling when you stood near a deep pool or saw videos of massive waves engulfing everything around it. The anxiety is all too familiar, the numbness in your body taking over each time.
With Jude, you’d started dipping your feet into pools, sometimes even wading up to your hips, standing at the shallow end of Jude’s villa pool in Spain. But that had taken everything, deep breaths, quiet pep talks, and the promise that you were safe. It made you feel awful seeing Jude splash around, wide-smiled and unafraid, while you sat by, fearing you might accidentally fall into the pool if you dangled too far in. You felt as though you might even hold him back in that sense. You had convinced yourself that in this bubble with Jude and his quiet and still pool, you were secure and okay.
But here, staring at the open sea, none of that safety was present. Still, Jude’s excitement was infectious, his beaming smile too bright to dim with your fears, his big brown eyes shining. You bit your lip, your fingers twitching in his as your pulse began to race.
Jude caught up in his excitement had barely noticed. He was a great husband, always attentive but his excitement overcame was overcoming all his senses and thoughts.
“Just wait ‘til we’re out there,” he said as you boarded the yacht, the sun catching the sea in dazzling shards of light. “You’ll love it. The water’s clear, you can see the coral and fish. It’s so perfect. No one or nothing around, just us.”
You stepped aboard, the fabric of your sundress flowing in the salty breeze, trying to focus on his voice, his plans for the afternoon, his talk of peace and quiet. But as the boat moved further from the dock, the tether to the land slipped further from view, replaced by the endless, glassy water that stretched on all sides. The small town grew minuscule in the distance as if it was swallowed entirely by the rippling waves.
The boat stopped near a small private swimming spot, the crystal-clear water below revealing hints of vibrant coral and fish darting below the surface. You could see Jude’s eyes light up as he gazed down at the water, his joy palpable. He blabbered on about all sorts of fish he could see, how quick they were, how clear the water was; all of it wasted on your deaf ears as you tried to slow your breathing for the umpteenth time. You could barely nod along, but your heart now thundered in your chest, trying desperately to ground yourself in the conversation.
“Uh-huh, and what’s the coral like? Pretty?” you forced out, voice thin and tight.
Jude grinned, already pulling off his shirt, his skin gleaming in the sunlight. “Yeah, proper beautiful down there. You’ve gotta come in with me, babe. You’ll love it.” He gestured to the water as he stood on the edge of the boat, his excitement undiminished. “Look how clear it is!”
You gently rose and glanced down at the water, the clarity revealing the depths below, a whole world of coral, fish, and sand. Your breath caught.
How far down does it go? What’s lurking beyond what you can see?
The distance between you and the ocean floor felt infinite as you stood a few steps from the edge, a chasm of the unknown. You tried to distract yourself, to hold onto the sound of Jude’s voice.
“I think I’ll stay here,” you called back, your voice small, like it might shatter if you pushed too hard. “I’m good on the boat.”
But Jude had already dived in, his sleek form cutting through the water, disappearing for a moment before resurfacing with a joyful whoop. He tread water effortlessly, his laughter echoing across the calm sea. “Babe, you’ve gotta feel this, it’s like bathwater! Perfect day for a swim!”
Your stomach churned as you watched him, so comfortable in a place that made you feel so small. The water cradled him, bright and blue and endless, while you stood on the deck, now tiptoeing towards the edge, gripping the railing like it was your last anchor to safety. Your knuckles were white and your hands clammy as you peered down. The gentle sway of the boat beneath your feet seemed to pull you toward the water, a slow, inevitable tug that made your head spin. It was almost as though it was mocking you, the waves teasing you, the fish swimming in hypnotic patterns to try to pull you to them, the gentle waves hitting the boat as a threat; it was far too much stimulation.
Your thoughts became your enemies. That clear water, once serene, now felt like a mouth, gaping wide, ready to swallow you whole.
It’s so deep. The ground’s gone. You’re so far from land.
You tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the warmth of the sun, the distant cry of a seagull. But the waves inside your head began to build, crashing over your mind in relentless surges.
Your pulse skyrocketed, your heart pounding like a drum inside your chest, each beat louder, more frantic. Your breath quickened, short, gasping. The air around you thinned, each inhale shallower than the last. You felt that bundle of knots twisting painfully, feeling sickly and disgusting inside, the feeling of sweat prickling against your skin, tears burning your eyes. The sounds around you went mute as your ears rung loud; you knew full well what was coming.
The boat, once a place of peace, now felt like it was moving beneath you, rocking harder, tipping you toward the water. Your grip on the railing tightened, your knuckles bone white, but the world blurred as though the sun itself had turned against you. It was too bright. The horizon was too far. Everything spun as if the boat was dissolving into the sea.
“Jude...” The word barely left your throat, choking on the tightness that had coiled around your chest. When you moved, your legs gave way, useless, wobbling like they no longer belonged to you.
You’re going to fall if you stay standing here. You’re going to drown.
Panic seized you.
It crashed into you like a tidal wave, slamming you against the rail, knocking the breath from your lungs. You staggered, your knees giving out, collapsing onto the deck, falling onto the small step rather than off the boat. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air that wouldn’t come, the world shrinking to nothing but the wild, frantic roar inside your own head. The sensation was like drowning, without ever touching the water. You crawled and wobbled to the sunbed, digging your nails as you landed your hands on it. Your limbs were heavy and useless like they were trapped under an invisible current, the weight of it pulling you under.
Your cries felt muffled, swallowed by the sea of your mind. The world spun violently. Your vision blurred, darkening at the edges as your throat burned, air refusing to fill your lungs. The boat swayed, or maybe it was just you, thrown again and again against an invisible tide, your body curling in on itself. Your hair stuck to your face, tangled, distorting your vision as if the water had already risen up to surround you. You could feel it, cold, wet, suffocating, pressing in from all sides. Your limbs felt like dead weight, too heavy to move, too weak to fight.
You were drowning. Drowning on dry land.
The harder you fought to breathe, the more your chest constricted, the pressure unbearable, your vision narrowing to nothing but the dark tunnel in front of you. You couldn’t see. Couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe. The sound of your own gasps filled your ears, and the world dissolved into nothing but the relentless, terrifying roar of the panic gripping you.
Jude’s laughter stopped, his voice barely piercing through.
“Babe?”
His voice felt so distant, a muffled echo in the chaos of your mind. You barely registered the splash of water as he pulled himself back onto the boat, the pounding of his footsteps as he rushed toward you.
“Hey, hey, love, I’m here. I’m right here.”
His hands found your face, cupping your cheeks with the warmth you desperately needed. His voice, once carefree, was now a steady anchor in the storm thrashing through you. He wiped away the tears you hadn’t even realised were falling, his thumb brushing your skin with gentle strokes.
“Shh, it’s okay, cariño. You’re okay. Breathe with me, yeah? Just breathe.” His forehead pressed gently against yours, grounding you, bringing you back to something real.
Your lungs ached, your chest still tight, but you fought to follow his words.
Breathe. Just breathe.
You struggled to match the slow, steady rhythm of his breath. His chest rose and fell against yours, a steady, calming presence. Slowly, painfully, your breath began to slow, the sobs leaving your mouth, the grip around your lungs loosening little by little.
“Eso es, my love,” he murmured, his lips brushing soft kisses across your forehead, through your hair. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.” His hands stayed steady on your face, never leaving, his voice a constant, unwavering presence, pulling you back from the edge. He swept your hair back, away from your face, rubbing circles on your back.
“I-I didn’t know that you were scared of- well I-,” he whispered, the guilt heavy in his voice. “I wish I had known. I should’ve known. God, I would never put you through something like this,” His voice cracked, and he hugged her tightly, pulling her against him, his arms wrapping around her like a shield. “I didn’t see it. I really didn't know. I’m so sorry, cariño. I should’ve seen it.”
She let out a shaky breath, her body still trembling, but the worst of the panic had ebbed, her head resting against his shoulder, safe in the circle of his arms. She could feel the regret and sadness in every breath he took, his chest rising and falling with the weight of it.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I never knew how...” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I didn’t want to ruin it for you, you were so excited, Jude.”
“You could never ruin anything for me,” he said softly, his lips brushing her temple. “Never. If I’d known, I would’ve never brought you out here, love. I’m such an idiot.” He kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tighter. “I should’ve realised. I was too caught up in everything…”
For a long moment, they stayed like that, her breathing finally steady, the calm returning as she clung to him, his solid, comforting presence pulling her back to herself. He kept whispering soft reassurances, holding her close until the panic had all but faded, replaced with the warmth of his embrace.
After a while, Jude pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and spoke softly. “I’m taking us back to land. Somewhere small, quiet, just us. Somewhere with your feet on solid ground, yeah?”
She nodded, breaking a small smile while tears still clung to her lashes, but she felt safe. “Somewhere dry would be nice.”
He smiled, kissing her one last time before getting up. “No more surprises, I promise. There's a little village close by, waiting for just the two of us.”
As the yacht turned back toward land, the pier coming into view in the distance, she knew that with Jude by her side, she could face anything.
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hypothetical questions // Alessia Russo
"Hey guys" you greeted your fans, placing your phone on the table, "next to me, we have our gorgeous blondie" the italian waving at the camera, comments already blowing up the live chat. "aka her girlfriend" she added grinning, her arm going around your shoulders, clarifying her statement as she pecked your cheek.
"There is this trend 'asking my jealous girlfriend hypothetical questions' so we‘re gonna to this" you told them, showing them your note. "I‘ve got some questions here but If you got some ideas just ask and we try to answer as many as possible" you looked at the striker who was looking at you like you hung the moon. "Lessi" you whispered, your hand squeezing her thigh under the table. "Hm?" she asked, still admiring you. You looked so beautiful. "We‘re live on Insta"
Like in trance, "Yeah?" smiling lovingly at you.
"Stop giving me googly eyes" you laughed.
The comment section went crazy 'the way she‘s looking at her 😍😍' and more, they loved the two of you together, match made in heaven. "oopsie" the girl winked towards the camera, pulling you closer. (Not to mention that you were already sitting as close as possible next to one another).
"First question: I go to a club and my friends pay for me to get a lap dance"
Her grip around you tightened, her emotions clearly written over her faces, jealousy peeking through her eyes. "Your friends are my friends?" she chuckled, "they wouldn‘t do something like that" her voice sounded amused until she added, "otherwise they‘d have a problem with me"
"Fair enough. We’re at a house party and are playing twister"
"Don‘t really care, i love games, even though i‘m horrible at twister" she looked at you, smiling, eyes shining with love. That girl was head over heels and every person in your live stream could see that.
"My ex texts me and asks if i can drive her to her grandmas funeral"
"Are you and your ex still friends?" she asked, her fingers absently playing with the lose strand of your hair which had fallen out of your messy bun.
"Let’s say no"
Alessia pictured the situation, your ex crying in the car, yourself sitting behind the steering wheel as the ex girls hand touchs your arm searching for comfort - a little too touchy. "Nah! Absolutely not. Rest in peace granny but you‘re a passenger princess, my passenger princess, you wouldn‘t drive." A loud gasp escaped your throat as you clutched your heart dramatically, "are you saying i wouldn‘t be good driver?" her eyes widened, "no- i- you- i enjoy driving you around" laughing at the italian, you cupped her cheeks, pressing kisses all over her face, her nose scrunching in return as she giggled along, "but to be fair, if you want to go to the funeral that‘s totally fine - just not as her personal driver"
After a few more questions, the comments always going crazy after each reply from Lessi about how much in love she is with you, how perfect she is, how hot her jealousy was. And you agreed, your heart fluttered at each respond, the way she‘d pull you possesively closer, making sure everybody knew you were of the market as she answered the questions. Some of them more likely to awake the green-eyed monster in her than others.
"Last question of mine: We‘re playing truth or dare and i‘m dared to kiss someone that isn‘t you"
"Game ended"
"Well that was very straight forward" you laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder, "these lips are mine" she whispered, looking down at your face as her index finger shushed you. "mine" her jaw was clenched, her eyes dark yet held so much love. As your lips curved in a smile the blondes heart melted, herself smiling wide.
Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, you leaned torwards the camera, scanning the chat for some questions.
"Okay first question from you guys: we‘re at a bar and someone buys me a drink, how would you react?"
Alessias responds came way too fast, "I don‘t think i would really mind to be honest, as long as the person isn‘t flirting with you"
you looked at her raising a brow.
user123 how can she be so chill? i would go mad
user124 nah, no wayyy
She smirked at you, knowing very well that she would go mad if someone bought you a drink.
"That‘s a total lie!" you stated, smacking her arm, playfully. "Guys, she‘s lying"
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Mary, Ella, Zel, Alessia, yourself and a few other United girls were at a bar, celebrating the derby win. Everyone was having a great time as they talked or danced.
Alessia was talking to her best friend, Ella, with her hand on your thigh while you were in a conversation with Maya and Mary.
"I‘m gonna get a drink, does anyone want something?" you asked everyone at the table. They all declined, still having their glass full or needed a stop. Like always Alessia pressed a kiss to your skin as you walked away, her eyes following you, the same love struck smile on her face she had since years. But back in her conversation with Ella she didn‘t notice the woman next to you at first. There was no need to watch you like a hawk, she trusted you. "Is that Lady buying Y/n a drink?" Mary asked loudly, pulling Lessi out of her conversation. The striker whipped her head in your direction, taking a deep breath to control herself. Alessia‘s jaw clenched, fingers gripping her legs.
"The green-eyed monster has woken up" Ella laughed, the italian already making her way over to you.
"Hi baby" she said in an oh so sweet voice, lips possessively pressing against your own as you turned to face her. Only stopping when girl was gone. "Hi" you giggled, out of breath, "jealous?"
"Nah" she rolled her eyes, not letting you go though, "ups, spilled your drink" the girl stated after she had smacked your glass with her elbow (on total purpose). You could only laugh at her jealous state, your heart melting at the sight in front of you - your perfect girl. Of course, she ordered your favorite drink again, her body pressing against your own, "i‘m the only one who buys you drinks" she purred in your ear before kissing your head.
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"How many times do I have to tell you that that girl was totally flirting with you!" she grumbled, crossing her arms over chest.
user132 grumpy lessi = hot lessi
"Oh, my girl" your fingers poked her cheeks until she started laughing, throwing her arms back around your body, "guys, i promise you the woman was flirting with my woman" she declared, "can‘t let someone steal what‘s mine huh?" she winked at the camera, yourself shaking your head with a loving smile.
"Next question: We met a new group of friends and a girl tells me I smell good"
She thought about it for a moment before she answered, "If she‘s genuinely being nice and likes your perfume, something like: oh my god, you smell good, what kind of perfume are you wearing? that‘s perfectly fine - your perfume does smell amazing but when it‘s in a flirty way, i wouldn‘t like it. I wouldn‘t say anything though, I trust you. But If you asked me to say something or you’re uncomfortable i would do something"
Wiggling your brows, you replied "My protector" pressing a peck to her cheek. You leaned forward, searching in the chat for a question.
"You‘re talking to a friend and turn over and see me doing a body shot"
"Uh, that‘s a good one" taking a minute to think about it and imagine the scene in front of her eyes, her thumb drew circles on your leg, "i‘d be pissed probably and wouldn’t talk to you for the rest of the night" she answered, her hand wandering higher, coming to rest on your inner thigh as she gave it a gentle but firm squeeze.
Losing track of time many more questions have been answered. The later it got, you finally decided the next question that caught your eye would be the last. "This is a good one! So last question is: my celebrity crush sends me a dm and asks for a meet up"
Clutching her hand over her heart as the other one wiped away the imaginary tears, she sighed dramatically "I‘m not your celebrity crush?" the italian knowing exactly who your celebrity crush was "you’re the love of my life"
Alessias smile couldn’t have gotten bigger yet it did, her heart jumping around while her cheeks were on fire.
user1453 to be loved the way y/n loves Less
user342 they‘re so cute😩
user94 parents
The striker wanted to kiss the life out of you, show you how you made her feel, what that reply made her feel but she didn‘t. Not in a live stream, not with the world watching. You were her own - she was the only one who was allowed to see your dazed state after those kind of kisses so instead she answered, "i would encourage you to go - really - i‘d be so happy for you! Like that would be huge!! I‘d do anything to see you happy" she looked at you, every inch of her body so deeply in love with you, "wouldn‘t let them steal you though, you‘re my girl after all" her famous and your favorite smile covering her face as you stared at one another, the blue eyes shining so bright.
The two of you thanked the fans for watching and said good bye before ending the live.
Later that night, you laid on the blondes chest while her fingers traced over your arm, "there‘ll be a million edits of you baby" you chuckled, pushing your head further in her chest, trying to find a more comfortable position. She hummed, eyes already closed "i don‘t care as long as you‘re my girl, i‘m all good" looking up, you saw her closed lids, her arms looping around your body in addition for a better sleep, holding you tight. You nestled your head in the crook of her neck, your breath hitting her jaw as you whispered an "i love you" pressing a soft 'good night kiss' below her ear.
In fact there were many edits of the both of you but neither of you cared. As long as you‘re together everything was, is and would be perfectly fine. That‘s how it always had been.
Perfectly fine.
The love you shared was powerful, deeply and something people wished they had.
It was magical - it was your love.
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Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!
POGUE PRINCESS — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader
summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj
jj masterlist
little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.
you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.
this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.
for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.
you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.
all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.
completely and utterly head over heels for you.
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"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.
the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.
"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."
your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.
"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.
"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."
"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."
jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.
"worth it."
he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.
oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.
he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.
"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.
he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.
"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"
jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.
"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."
you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.
jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"
"i don't believe you."
once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.
"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.
"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."
you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.
and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.
jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.
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come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.
"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."
you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.
"rafe."
"how have you been?"
"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.
"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."
you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."
"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."
rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.
"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.
"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"
"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."
"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.
"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"
your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.
jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.
"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"
you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.
"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.
jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.
"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.
angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"
"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.
"what do you mean?" jj questioned.
you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"
"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"
"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"
"i was trying to protect you!"
"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."
jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."
"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"
"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"
okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.
awkward.
"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.
jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.
"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"
you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.
you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.
you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.
you hesitated to pull away, but you did.
"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"
jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."
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you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.
"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.
"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.
your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.
his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.
"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."
he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.
once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.
"this all for me?"
you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."
"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.
his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.
"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.
jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."
"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.
"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."
you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.
once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.
"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.
you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.
"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"
"there's nothing i want more."
jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.
he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.
"you ready for me, princess?"
you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.
"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.
"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.
he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.
you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.
"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."
"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.
the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.
there was no one like jj.
"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."
he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.
you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.
"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.
he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"
you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.
"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.
your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.
"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.
"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.
"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.
jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."
you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.
you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.
"what's wrong?" you asked.
"your sister's gonna kill me."
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winter wonderland
wanted to pump out a little gift for y'all before christmas 🫡 also i DESPERATELY needed to write for my girl gwen ugh love her 🫶🏻 (i’m legally married to her in case you’re wondering)
pairing: gwen stacy x fem!reader
summary: headcanons for being gwen's girlfriend during winter <3
warnings: established relationship, cursing, implied-girly/femme!reader, reader is shorter than gwen, tooth-rotting fluff, reader celebrates christmas
word count: 687, should take about five and a half minutes to read
listen to: winter wonderland by beabadoobe
i don’t imagine gwen being a cold weather girl
she would much rather prefer walking in the park with you over trudging through piles upon piles of snow
she definitely has soft hands (calloused from her drumsticks, but soft), so she hates winter because her hands get all dry and cracked
her cuticles also get really bad, girl’s hands look like this:
but no need to worry, because her pretty girlfriend’s to the rescue!!
every day you SLATHER this girl’s hands in lotion and pluck her cuticles
you also paint her nails in her current favorite color and she does yours <3
even with hating winter, she has so many poofy jackets
they surprisingly look so good on her
whenever you see her in one, you always HAVE to go and give her a big bear hug because what else are you supposed to do?? she looks like a fucking marshmallow!!
when you say you’re cold, she always insists on giving you her jacket. of course you protest every time, but it never works
she of course wants her girl to be warm, but she always wants to see how dumb you look in the jacket (girl’s 5’8 and has muscles [you can’t convince me otherwise], of course you’re gonna look like an idiot in it)
she’ll take a picture and post it on her story and you’ll be like “ gwen noooo :((” and she’s all “oh, I’m sorry. can’t help that you’re smaller than me” 😭🫶🏻
sometimes you convince her to go out in the snow with you
it takes a while, but once she’s out there, she won’t go back inside
she is absolutely a BEAST at snowball fights
you’ll be hiding behind a tree holding your snowball, and she’ll come out of nowhere and hit you right in the face
you have to yell at her to stop at some point because it’s just snowball after snowball and you’re starting to get cold
you guys also make snowmen, i don’t make the rules
hers always look kind of demented tho
shit’s looking like this:
“gwen, what the fuck is that 😭”
“that’s harold. what do you have against him?”
“he looks like he got thrown in a blender…”
“your face looks like it got thrown in a blender.”
“you’re so rude!! ☹️ you know what, at least mine looks better.”
christmas is the absolute best with her
you guys would have a tradition of giving each other the most ass gifts ever, like cat socks or shrek earrings
one year she legit gives you coal
the next you get her an empty pringles can, you get the process
sometimes she actually turns up and gets you something good that reminded her of you
one year she literally gave you this amazing dress
satin in your favorite color that came down to your knees with lace on the edges
“where’d you get the money for this?!”
“i have my ways.”
“i swear to god, if you spent all your money on this…” (she did)
needless to say, it’s your new favorite dress
she also loves baking with you, even though she‘s ass at it
you’re trying to make snowflake cookies and they end up looking like a fucking whale
also the dough’s super inconsistent because she poured almost the whole bag of flour in 😭
poor girl cannot follow instructions for the life of her (I don’t believe in consistency LMAOLMAO)
the cookies are so bad you almost gag trying to eat them but at least you spent quality time with your girlfriend!!
if there’s one thing she does know how to make tho, it’s hot chocolate
she has a killer recipe, but she refuses to give it to you
says it’s a family recipe that can absolutely NOT be shared
after a day of her kicking your ass with the snowballs, her hot chocolate’s the best thing to perk you up
your cold hands will graze each other’s as she hands you your mug <3
you’ll cuddle while the snow falls outside, her arm gently around your waist, tons of blankets over you two
#spotify#gwen stacy#gwen stacy x y/n#gwen stacy x you#spider-verse#spider-man: into the spider-verse#itsv#spider-man: across the spider-verse#atsv#reader insert#fluff#tooth-rotting fluff#Spotify
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Jensen Ackles Solo Panel | JIBCon 2023 (June 17, 2023)
(NuttyForAckles)
Jensen was headbanging to Smells Like Teen Spirit with Jason, then mentioned that he has that "writer‘s strike hair flow". (x)
jensen will be at the monday concert (x)
‘Take the guitar away, I’ll just sing on Monday!’ (x)
Monday‘s band will be called "No Rob". (x)
Jensen has always wanted to go to Brazil. But when he finally got there, they had so much work to do that he had to stay in the hotel and he never left. He didn’t get to meet locals or see anything. In his mind he hasn’t been there yet. (x)
His prep for Beau Arlen & Ben? Since he didn’t have the history he had with Dean, he had to dig into personal feelings. (x)
Jensen has a major short term memory to learn lines but his long term memory isn’t as good. He has intense scenes and then purges the feelings. (x)
As Beau, he took what he’d feel if the things were happening to his daughter and then tailored it a bit. A lot of Dean was him. As Soldier Boy, for the scene with Butcher about his dad, he dove into Dean and John, because he has a good relationship with his dad. (x)
And in the end he just pretended. Some people can do it and some can’t. Some can paint, some can write, some can do Math. He can’t draw a stick figure, but he can *play* (x)
Dean and Soldier Boy were both just looking for their father’s approval. Jensen jokes that he wondered if he was being type cast. Ben had an opportunity to make it better with his son & grandson, but in the end he reverted back to his DNA. (x)
jensen said that for emotional scene he filmed for soldier boy (about soldier boy's father) he leaned into dean's relationship with john (because jensen has good rs with his own father) (x) he joked about getting type casted for characters with basically daddy issues (x)
Jensen and Jared have both been invited to Hot Ones and wanted to do it years ago, but they couldn’t work it out. And now they have stars so big, he probably won’t get invited anymore. (x)
someone asked about the rumors about batman and jensen was like “i don’t know” “even i know about it i’m not telling you” and he started laugh. (x)
What about being in a top 3 list to play Batman? He doesn’t know, but even if he would know, he wouldn’t tell us. Could he do it? Sure. Does he want to? Yes. (x)
‘When I’m Batman, does my voice have to be… much different?’ (x)
Musical interruption. Jensen is confused and wants to keep answering questions. (x)
The music indicated that he had to spin the wheel. It lands on “drink” and he hugs the wheel, “it’s like it knows me”. He doesn’t actually pour one though but goes back to answering. (x)
(NuttyForAckles)
There were many scenes surrounding the Impala where Jensen had to become Dean and he’d yell at the team when they were driving it or when Jared banged against the car or fart in it. “Not on the seat, she’s been through enough.” So he knew he had to own the car. (x)
One of his old friends got offered Eric Brady on DooL and he called Jensen before accepting. Jensen said “great, knock it out of the park.” (x)
Apparently Mr Rhodes, his first job, was a multicamera sitcom. It was the best schedule he’s been on so far. Soap Opera is next because they have 40+ actors. They will shoot all 80 pages his character has consecutively, shoot an hour or two. They produce one episode in 1hr (x)
You start by 9 am and get a few short breaks, end of the day, 7:30 pm, 80 pages done and he can go home. Daytime actors don’t get enough credit for having to jam in so much story in a short time. On The Boys they get 15 days for 1 episode. (8 on SPN). (x)
One of the actresses on DooL told him first day „hit your mark, say your lines, stay out of my light“. He said „yes ma’am“, earned her respect and she took care of him big time later. (x)
When he went to lunch with Alison Sweeney, who played his evil twin sister, she got heckled and Jensen defended her immediately. She told him to stop because if people hate her, that means she‘s doing her job. (x)
Rich tells us that Jensen is a sitcom and he has his own catchphrase. He plays Jensen entering the set at morning or any room late. "What are we doing?" He has developed a special greeting with Richard out of it. (x)
(NuttyForAckles)
Jensen spend several birthdays in Brad Creasser‘s house, with his wife cooking him dinner. He‘s a good friend of Richard‘s too. Rich acts out a scene on set one day and Jensen is in tears. (x)
When Jensen walked on set of Big Sky, he also went "What are we doing?" Nobody answered, so he repeated it louder. (x)
(Julie_Fleming)
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So, you asked for domestic requests - it‘s not exactly humourous, but at least it‘s fluff: how about Joel taking care of a reader who‘s got bad cramps? She‘s kinda anxious about it and he‘s like „Darlin‘ a little blood never scared me“ or sth like that (totally not inspired by me being on my period and trying not die because the painkillers aren‘t working yet)
Anyways, no stress, it‘s only an idea. Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do it. Love your writing 💕 ok byeee
Thank you for your kind words! I love this idea and I hope you feel better soon 🫶❤️
Dramatic
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Author's note: This ended up being way shorter than I thought it was gonna be but enjoy it nevertheless!
Warnings: period talk, reader being (rightfully) annoyed with Joel, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!
“I just think you’re bein’ a little dramatic.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in the bathroom, staring at him as he lingered in the doorway.
“I’m going to give you a chance to rethink what you just said to me.”
“I think you’re beautiful,” he retries and you hum. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. You roll your eyes but lock your arms around his shoulders. “And strong, and kind, and so incredibly out of my league.”
“And forgiving, too. Don’t forget that.”
“Oh, the most forgiving,” He mumbles as he kisses your lips. You sigh against him, momentarily forgetting the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen.
It’s not that you were a stranger to your periods. Since the world fell apart, they were irregular if you even got them at all. Turns out running for your life and not being able to eat consistently while in Boston was not great for your body. But now that you were in Jackson, things were different. You had enough food, rest, and less anxiety than you had in a long time. Your period made her valiant return in response. Which is great, it’s what any other healthy person with a uterus would want, but learning to manage the symptoms again was a whole new playing field for both you and Joel.
The pain is, somehow, worse than you remember it, and your whole body feels tender and sluggish. You cried because you finished washing all the dishes in the sink only to go upstairs and find one of Joel’s mugs sitting on the bedside table. Poor Joel didn’t know what he was walking into once he got home from patrol and found you furiously scrubbing the cup. When he asked you about the blood staining your pants, you were just about ready to dig a hole into the center of the earth and die. That’s how he ended up following you into the bathroom even though you told him not to.
“How long have we been together?” Joel asks when you pull away. Your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looks at you with big, sympathetic eyes.
“Way too long.”
“You know that I love you and that I would do anything for you, right?” he asks, and you nod. “And you also know that I ain’t afraid of a little blood.”
“I know.”
“So, will you please let me help you? I’ll wash your clothes and run you a hot bath. Maybe make you a nice dinner?” His voice is so gentle and sweet that you practically melt into him. You’ll never understand how you got so lucky. “Or, if you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, too. Just tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby.” He urges as he rubs circles into your lower back. His hands are warm and just heavy enough to balance out your pain perfectly. You lay your head on his shoulder and relish in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours.
“I think that all sounds perfect. Thank you,” you say. You pick your head and move to kiss him again but stop just inches away from his face. “But I do think you’re being a little dramatic.” You whisper. He throws his head back and laughs, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.
“I’m never gonna live that one down, huh?”
“Definitely not your best work, Miller.”
He makes it up to you ten times over. He lets you borrow a pair of his sweatpants after your bath, and you get to walk downstairs to a beautiful dinner and a glass of wine. Afterward, he even runs over to Tommy's and "borrows" a bowl of their strawberry ice cream. He even carries you up to bed when you fall asleep on the couch after listening to him strum his guitar, something that is saved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries.
He may not always say the right thing, but goddammit, if that man doesn't try his absolute best to be good to the women in his life.
Just in case tumblr decides to eat my paragraph
#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fic#joel miller requests#joel miller#joel tlou#tlou fic#tlou fanfiction#joel and ellie#june screams on the internet
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OC introduction | Rhea Morrigan
(c) by beloved @coldbrewarts
So, I never thought I‘d actually make an OC but my dear tumblr-discord friends helped and encouraged me a lot so… here‘s Rhea Morrigan!
Birth year/age: 45 BBY/26 years old
Species: human
Gender ID/pronouns: she/her
Orientation: clone-sexual
Home planet: Aldhani
Current location: Ryloth
Occupation: jedi knight and Commander of Captain Howzer and his men together with her Master Ker Tarkona by @ladyzirkonia who‘s the General
Affiliation: Jedi Order
Alignment: chaotic good
Family: parents somewhere in the highlands on Aldhani
**Physical characteristics**
Height: 1.75m
Eyes: blue
Hair: brown
Skin: pale af
Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: lightsaber scar on the bridge of her nose. Everyone thinks it‘s an epic battle scar but she‘s really clumsy and did this to herself while trying to learn the Anakin lightsaber spin. Only her master knows about this. Her close friends started guessing it.
**Personal history: **
- Came to Coruscant when she was 8.
- is stationed on Ryloth with her master but hates the hot and humid weather
- enjoys causing havoc with Hera and Chopper even though she‘s often assigned to keep an eye on them instead of joining them doing stupid stuff
**Personality**
- clumsy, really smart but sometimes a bit stupid
- loves nature and all creatures, enjoys botany and fauna, especially learning about new ones on different planets. Her quarters are full of plants, even the though she shouldn‘t have personal possessions
- even though Anakin is younger than her, she had a few youngling lessons with him and they‘re good friends, she has a habit of being a little shit as well
- hangs out with Ahsoka and Barris whenever they‘re around
- has a double bladed teal blue lightsaber
- drinks too much caf for her master‘s taste but doesn‘t care
- may have a tiny crush on Captain Howzer
**Inspiration**
1. ellie (the last of us)
2. juliette (silo/wool)
3. lucy (fall out)
4. aloy (horizon zero dawn)
5. jecki (acolyte)
6. robin (stranger things)
#no idea if anyone is interested?#I might draw her one day#late for OC sunday#it‘s still sunday somewhere right?#aka my self insert OC#mystuff#my OC#oc: rhea morrigan
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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)
• Characters: Last Boss, fem!Reader
• Genre: fluff
• Warnings: making out
My Name
Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ
Your original plan used to be to focus on your survival. You had thought that it would be a good strategy to join The Beach and work together with the other members there. That was until you met him.
Last Boss, that’s what everyone calls him. He is for sure a person you would call a freak back in the old world, but maybe this did wake your interest in him. He has shaved his head bald and his body is full with tattoos that seem to have no meaning at all. Since he is part of the militants, he’s allowed to carry a weapon with him but instead of a gun like all the others usually use, he always has a katana with him.
You feel weirdly drawn to him and even though you have tried to hide it, your interest in him got noticed soon.
„She’s around you again“, Niragi whispered to Last Boss who leaned on his katana. „I bet the next card that she’s into you.“
Last Boss shot an annoyed glance at him, before he looked into your direction. Your eyes met and he quickly looked away again.
„What did I say?“, Niragi cooed, eyeing the way you blushed. „Talk to her before someone else does it.“
„Why should I?“ Last Boss asked annoyed. Usually he and Niragi went along pretty good, under different circumstances he maybe would have even saw him as a friend, but now was one of the times where Niragi was going on his last nerves.
„You can’t tell me that you don’t think she‘s hot.“ Last Boss just shrugged. „It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.“ Niragi threw his arms in the air and sighed dramatically. „That‘s the point! Just fuck her or whatever you wanna do. You could die any second, literally. Just have some fun as long as you can dude.“
Truth be told, Last Boss actually had you in his sight for quite some time. Something about you caught his eye but he couldn’t really say what exactly.
Again Niragi sighed theatrical and then suddenly walked away. „What are you doing?“ Last Boss asked, even though he exactly know what Niragis plan was. And he definitely wasn’t up to any good. „You basically fuck her with your eyes, if you don’t talk to her, I will. Maybe you get a bit more chill when you finally get some.“
With that Niragi turned around and walked up to you. „Hey! You!“ You looked up, more afraid of his gun than himself. „My friend over there thinks you’re hot but he is a pussy so he won’t ever shoot his shot. You’re coming with me.“
You wanted to reply something but Niragi was already aiming at you, so you swallowed your comment and followed him. As you two approached Last Boss you became a bit slower. You were nervous because it was the first time you would actually be around him. But it seemed that Niragi didn’t like the fact that you walked slower, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist harshly and pushed you into Last Boss‘ direction.
The way Niragi touched you made him see red. He could do that with anyone else but the moment Last Boss saw you he knew that he would chop off every hand that was layed on you. So he pushed Niragi off of you and as he was sure there would be a safe distance between you and his katana he swung his weapon, stopping his motions right un front of Niragis face, blade being incredibly close to his nose.
„Finally“, Niragi laughed not being worried about getting his face cut open. Then he turned around and left.
Needless to say your first real interaction with each other was kind of chaotic, but Niragis plan worked. You two became inseparable over the time and Last Boss was soon more around you than he was around Niragi or the other militants.
And the more time you two spent, the harder he fell for you. It was so obvious too. He threatened anyone who would just look at you, he talked a lot with you and he even let’s you touch him when you two were in private.
Like that one rainy day. You two have just come from a game and decided to just stay inside for the rest of the day.
„I can hang up your hoodie so it can dry“, you suggested and with a simple nod Last Boss agreed to your offer, taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. Together with your sweater you threw the clothes over the shower wall. As you turned around, walking out of the small bathroom, Last Boss already sat down on his bed, katana leaned against the wall.
You sat beside him, smiling as he looked down to you. „You okay?“, he asks, searching for injuries on your torso. „I’m fine“, you reassured him but his eyes continued to scan your breasts and belly. „Do you like what you’re seeing?“, you mocked him with a giggle. Within seconds his face is burning red and he looks away. „I’m sorry“, he mumbles. „I just wanted to make sure-“ He cut himself of as he felt your hand on his cheek, guiding his face back to look at you. „It’s okay“, you cooed. „I think you’re hot too.“
A shocked expression appeared on the mans face and at first he thought he misunderstood. But when your thumb rubbed softly over the tattoos on his cheek, he realized he understood you perfectly fine. „I really like you“, you whispered again. „And I would really like to kiss you right now. May I?“
Your honesty surprised both of you, but damn you just couldn’t hold it to yourself any longer. The way he just looked at you gave you the last little push.
At first he continued to just look at you, speechless, but then he took the lead and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Then another. And another. And another.
Soon you moved on his lap and took his face in your hands, almost as if you were afraid he could just disappear at any moment. But after ten minutes he was still there, right in front of you, with his hands on your hips and his lips on yours.
Suddenly he mumbled something in the kiss, but you didn’t understand him, to focused on his lips. So you broke the kiss for a second and asked him to repeat himself.
„Takatora Samura“, he whispered again. „My name.“ You breathing stopped. No one knew his name. That was something he kept to himself and himself only. „Takatora Samura“, you repeat quietly. His name tasted just as sweet as his kisses on your lips, which you caught right after you spoke again.
The idea was much better in my head but I hope you liked it anyways <3
#aib#alice in borderland#fanfiction#alice in borderland x reader#x reader#alice in borderland x y/n#aib x reader#aib x y/n#fluff#alice in borderland last boss#alice in borderland takatora samura#last boss alice in borderland#last boss#takatora samura alice in borderland#last boss x reader#takatora samura x reader
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smash or pass but it‘s pretty much the entire BrBa cast and i‘m adding my weird headcanons (queer edition)
please don’t take this too seriously, these are my preferences and most of the headcanons are obviously jokes. 18+ please!!
Walter White: hell nooo he worked with n*zis and wears those tighty whities. definitely needs pills to get it up
Saul Goodman: smash, i feel like he‘d call me mommy. minus points bc he‘d make dad jokes during it.
Jesse Pinkman: 1000% SMASH HES SO FINE!! would smoke in bed with me after. i feel like he has piercings down there too, don’t ask why. definitely whimpers
Skyler White: had to think abt it a little but i‘d smash, misunderstood queen. lots of aftercare too
Hank Schrader: hard pass. he‘s a cop and has the personality of a paper bag.
Gus Fring: sure! more of a hookup though because i can’t imagine him being kind and gentle. he‘d say no cuz he‘s gay fr
Mike Ehrmantraut: probably not what you guys wanna hear, but smash. call it a guilty pleasure, ik that guy has experience. would focus on my needs first. i‘d do it in his car
Jane Margolis: yes omg are you kidding?! her style is everything and she’s genuinely so hot, i‘d gay panic being in the same room as her. definitely uses toys
Walter Jr: pass, too young for me and i don’t find him that attractive
Marie Schrader: smash! she‘s genuinely so sweet and pretty, perfect balance. hank didn’t deserve her
Todd, Jack and co: hardest pass, i don’t think i have to explain why. would go on about how women don’t deserve rights when they’re on top of me
Tuco Salamanca: no, he scares me. probably into knife play or some weird shit
Skinny Pete: yes! he‘s an acquired taste guys
Badger: probably? this is a hard one, smash if i got paid like 50 bucks. for free if it‘s with pete. but i‘d definitely go on a date with him
Steven Gomez: pass bc he‘s a cop. if i had to choose between him or hank i‘d choose him any day tho
Hector Salamanca: pass, no disrespect. rip Mark
Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: i‘m anxious 24/7 so her nervous attitude would make it impossible for me to enjoy it. she‘d accidentally insult me during it in some way
Gale Boetticher: smash because i love his personality. he‘s a keeper, husband material. lasts 2 minutes :(
Combo Ortega: pass i like him but not like that fr
Ted Beneke: hard pass. wouldn’t shut up abt his stupid company for five minutes. he makes really weird sounds during it and asks if you came right after (u didn’t)
Eyebrow Guy: i like hair but not like that
Andrea Cantillo: yesss baby bring it on. easily one of the pretties characters. sadly her personality wasn’t shaped out well in the show
Gretchen Schwartz: i feel like she‘s too smart for me don’t ask why. would absolutely reject me
Elliot Schwartz: maybe if he wears a hat to hide those big ass ears. i‘d do it if he paid me tho
Wendy (blonde meth head): seems very sweet and i love her style but i‘m a fan of hygiene and her teeth are not it
Carmen Molina (principal): yeah i guess, she‘s pretty
Huell & Kuby: pass bc they‘re silly little guys. only come package deal
Donald Margolis: sad guy but seems very sweet. smash? he cries when he finishes
Salamanca Twins: probably never had sex ed, lots of uncomfortable stares… pass
Krazy-8: i don’t remember much of him but going off looks, smash
Jesses Therapy Group Leader: pass, he has those crazy killer eyes
hope you enjoyed! :D
#breaking bad#brba#better call saul#entertainment#nsft#queer#tv series#headcanons#smash or pass#walter white#jesse pinkman#mature#saul goodman#skyler white#hank schrader#gus fring#mike ehrmantraut#jane margolis
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screaming at the idea of a dark academia steddie au (still in the 80s)
- steve being the one that lives in a deteriorating old apartment one winter because his parents cut him off, almost dies from the cold before eddie comes and gets him out of there
- steve being impressed by everything eddie knows bc he‘s used to being around pretentious know-it-alls and eddie isn‘t like that at all
- now listen it isn‘t dark academia without a little murder. sorry not sorry. hear me out - what if billy was in their friend group and they "accidentally" killed him because he‘s an asshole. and eddie gets pulled into it bc he‘s in their course
- said friendgroup obviously contains robin, nancy, steve and now eddie
- steve‘s the one that‘s used to showing off with his material possessions (and girlfriend, aka nancy) because he thinks that‘s all people really want from him, the only people he lets somewhat close being his friends, but only robin truly knows his real self (before eddie comes along)
- for robin i‘m thinking eleanor from do revenge. pretending to be rich so she fits in, but also just fascinated by the actual classes and everything they‘re studying. steve used to help her out with money, that‘s what made his parents cut him off. bonus if she has a huge crush on nancy and she‘s the only one that sees her as an actual person from the beginning whereas the guys just see her as ooh a girl for a while at the start usually (aka camila in tsh)
- jonathan as eddie’s dorm neighbor. he‘s chill and usually has good advice, knows basically everyone on campus but has his own separate group of friends (including argyle)
- nancy as the groups it girl. always dressed to impress, but upset that no one truly wants to get to know her. her and steve are the campus‘ hot couple, everyone knows them, wants to be them. but they have their issues, which come out once eddie‘s in the picture. she likes robin, maybe a little too much.
- eddie as the new student. originally only interested in his studies, because he really doesn’t want anything to distract him - once he’s distracted, it’s over - is immediately intrigued by the group, befriends robin, that‘s his in. get‘s sucked into the whole murder mystery, which forces them all closer. watches steve and nancy‘s relationship crumble, both of them needing support that the other one can‘t give.
- i‘m thinking wild parties in old buildings, dark furniture, secret glances, hungry kisses, denial. oh lord give me the denial. jealousy, rebounds, steve and nancy hooking up again -
- bonus points if eddie lives with steve for a while. and they get closer. steve has nightmares, terrified of the police finding them out, they share a bed? SLOWBURN though. very important
- listen i haven‘t thought about what they‘re studying but if they have a theatre class……. i neED steve to help eddie cover himself in fake blood for a play and just stare for a bit bc oh shit he‘s hot
- nancy gives robin a makeover, robin hates it, but loves spending time with her. robin supports nancy through her downward spiral after the murder and gets her out of it, with the support of eddie and steve.
- think long nights, windowsills, shared cigarettes and deep talks. the terrifying feeling of being known as a murderer to the person you love more than anything mixed with the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again
#dark academia#steddie#stranger things#ronance#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#if we were villains#the secret history#i WILL add onto this#this is so horribly structured i hope you get what i mean#kdkdksd#mainly inspired by tsh#and iwwv#eeeek#original post#vanessas headcanons
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Drunk // Guro Reiten
Guro was drunk. Really drunk. Chelsea just won the FA Cup and the team decided to go out and party. Music was blasting through the club while everyone danced.
You though, you were at home. Despite Guros begging to come with her you denied. You had enough work to do. It took a lot of kisses to convince her to go without you.
Guro was a clingy drunk. It would start when she got tipsy - her hand would never leave yours, she would always touch you, press kisses to your cheek, nose, forehead, jaw. She would practically sit in your lap even though there would have been enough space to sit on her own.
Now with you not being there she was a pouty little girl. "I want my girlfriend!" she whined, sitting at a table with Erin and Sam. "But she’s not here" Erin chipped in. "Drink some shots" and Guro did. Way to much. She would regret that decision in the morning.
At some point during the party night her drinking got out of hand which led to Magda calling you. Magda herself was not sober yet she was the most sober. "Hi! Sorry to bother you. Is there a way you could pick up Guro? She is kinda… yeah" As soon as you picked up the phone you already started to get dressed. You knew how Guro would get when alcohol was in her system.
Not even twenty minutes later you entered the club. It was hot, smelled like sweat and full of people. "Oh hello my friend!" Sam threw her arm over your shoulder. "Getting your girl, huh?" Clearly, she wasn‘t sober as well. She was like everyone in this club. "Where is she?" you asked. With a drink in her hand she pointed at Guro. "She looks like a lost puppy"
As you walked over to your lover, you bumped into a few people. They looked at you funny. You didn‘t know If it was because you bumped into them or because of your outfit (guro‘s chelsea shorts and her norway hoodie) not a typical club outfit.
"Baby, let’s go home" you said as you grabbed Guro‘s hand. Her head whipped in your direction, pulling her hand out of your grip "Baby? I have a wife!" she told you stern, slowly getting confused "i mean no i haven‘t. Not yet. I have a girlfriend" she clarified. Amusement was written on your face. "You have a girlfriend?" you asked. Guro nodded her head rapidly. "She‘s awesome. I love her very much" just thinking about you made her eyes go all shiny and cheeks blushy. Your heart jumped at her confession, falling deeper in love. "She‘s so pretty - much prettier than you." To make her point clear she made a mic drop gesture and with that she turned around, her back facing you. Even If she was drunk and couldn‘t think, she would never go home with somebody else - somebody that wasn‘t you. It made you feel safe and loved, knowing that she would never let anyone hit on her with or without you being with her.
You tried again "Let’s go home, please" with every minute that went by it got hotter in there. you laced your fingers with hers, turning her around. "I told you- Y/n!" Guro hugged you. Firmly, she pressed her lips against yours "you won‘t believe it" she started as she pulled you to the exit "Some woman wanted to take me home!" her voice aghast. "What?" you stated shocked, playing along. "Yeah. But don‘t worry min kjæreste i told her i love you"
Tomorrow will definitely be a teasing day.
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#guro reiten#woso x reader#chelsea wfc#woso#woso fanfics#guro reiten x reader#chelsea x reader#norwnt#norwnt x reader
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Unfiltered thoughts about Court of Wanderers by Rin Chupeco
Untagged spoilers below the cut, click at your own risk
For a proper review that makes a bit more sense, see here. This is just my unedited notes I took while reading
Love that Remy and Zidan are back to being bitchy
Lol only one bed but on purpose
Did Eugenie just fuckin decapitate a guy with her long nails are you fucking kidding me 😂
Ugh Valenbonne showing up in person. Idk if I dislike it bc he’s a hateable bastard or because it lacks believability…
The overgrown castle and night empress cocoon give big video game boss lair energy
She‘s described with „dark skin, the same shade as Remy‘s“
Oh I‘m glad Remy is finally giving his father a bit of honest ranting about his abusive bs 👀
Lil bit cringe that the kids at the Fata Morgana would ask if Remy, Zidan and Xiaodan are lovers, and take an interest in how Zidan slakes his thirst
Remy telling the kids stories feels a bit indulgent
Malekh offering to let Remy take control 😍
Again, very self indulgent, could do with more subtlety but well
Good to know that she pegs him sometimes I suppose 😄
They‘re just so transparently horny the whole time. Like I‘m here for it but it gets cheap so quickly if there‘s extended focus on that
Ooov the villain was Aluria‘s colonialism? 👀 (remy‘s mother, re. her motivations, in his dreams)
Vampire pigeon 😂
Them arguing while fucking is funny but also a bit goofy 🙈🙈
I‘m on board with some bdsm familiar shit on display, but the presentation of it somewhere between kink and obligation is a bit off
Lady Rotteburg‘s apologies for her treatment of Remy ring a little hollow/indulgent too
I find it odd that Remy still meets with and gives info to his father‘s messenger?
Ooh okay that was in discussion with Malekh
I find it a bit toothless that xiaodan (and malekh) are so utterly supportive of remy‘s choice re. humanity/vampirism. They seem a big too perfect and potentially boring to me at the moment?
Ok good Zidan is weirdly controlling re. Remy‘s dreams shortly after
I‘m 12 Chapters in and a bit dismayed that I‘m finding it alright so far :')
Missing any acknowledgment of pressure/equalizing when Zidan drags Remy underwater 😑
Malekh‘s past with the night king 🤝 Raihn from TSatWoN
That the whole gathering of court leaders would pause to speculate on what remy has with zidan and xiaodan feels kinda cheap
I‘m here for the exhibitionism but I find it odd in its presentation. Like, ok their whole thing is submission, but it‘s still a weird af combo of a council meeting and an orgy
Like ffs her mother is watching 🙈
I just don’t love how much of the actual dialogue is so self indulgently about „oooh so a reaper is in bed with the third and fourth court leaders“. Like sure make that part of the conversation but it‘s so cheap if that‘s all there is to it
Some of the exposition is presented in sort of plump dialogue
I‘m bothered that apparently Remy still doesn’t know precisely what being a familiar entails
Elke recapping the development between Allegra and herself feels v much like it could have been much better woven into the story :‘)
So much interpersonal stuff is just really plump. „Hi remy sorry for my lord attacking you I seriously want to be friends. Ok sure I‘ll then immediately answer your deeply personal question that perfectly mirrors your own internal struggle re. getting turned“
Ok them fucking on Ishkibal‘s throne to help Malekh make new memories of it is fun and hot
Gah why does everyone else need to keep talking about it afterwards though, including with Valenbonne 🙉
Still feel like everyone‘s being entirely too generous and forgiving towards valenbonne
I don’t mind the focus being political, but I feel like there’s too much tell vs show
Remy being hurt by Thaïs being one of the traitors rings a lil hollow, calling her a friend when they‘ve only interacted a handful of times and one of those was her being pushy af
And Xiaodan figuring out all the details of the priestess‘ plan is also a bit much? idk
Them both being in a frenzy and remy getting malekh back by insulting him is cute
The whole thing where it uses the nth court leader instead of names is so grating
I‘m not a fan of how valenbonne is still their ally tbh
Increasingly bothered by everything that makes him appear sympathetic again
He apologizes but he‘s not really rueful about any of the horrible shit he‘s pushed remy to do???
This Jost twist is also kinda coming out of nowhere??
Not sure I got completely why and how Ishkibal is using the Night Empress‘ body
I do not like Valenbonne being all badass, using breaker to protect Remy etc, who is this for 😭
Valenbonne‘s „I should have died the day I realized you were still out fighting in those caves“ rings so fucking hollow what 😭😭
“I think the only legacy he wanted to leave behind was you”
How tf is any of this earned
#court of wanderers#court of wanderers spoilers#silver under nightfall#reaper series#remy/xiaodan/zidan
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Part 2 of the AU. So the party is starting to have further individuals appear from Sephora’s timeline and they don’t entirely understand why or have control over it- as far as they know.
Part One
Sephora sighed in defeat.
Anakin and some of his men came into view.
“So..she’s your sister?” He questioned, giving her sister a uncertain yet interested gaze.
Cass saluted. “The names Cass, pleasure to meet you General Skywalker.”
Anakin looked skeptical.
“She seems more causal than you.” He noticed.
“She can be.” She admitted. “And yes she is my little sister.”
“So” Anakin said crossing his arms. “What’s your story?”
“Heh, my sister’s backstory is probably a lot more interesting than mine.” She admitted throwing a ball and catching it. “Believe me.”
“You’re force sensitive too?” He asked seemingly noticing it.
“Probably not as much as Clone supporter here.” She stated taking a bite of an apple.
The clones raised an eyebrow to the address.
“‘Clone Supporter?’” Anakin questioned.
“You know Clone General..I’m sure you’ve heard the story by now..or so I’m assuming.”
“We’ll yeah she mentioned it..but not like that.”
“I just have weird terminology don’t take it so personally.”
Anakin looked to be trying to hide a smirk on his face.
“You’re funny.”
“Glad you think so.”
Some of his men coughed.
“She‘s an interesting one.” Anakin admitted.
Sephora laughed. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Why is he so tall?? Where did he get so tall?” She questioned our loud pointing a fork at him. “Where is the oddities to all of this??”
“Heck he looks taller then Seb.”
“He is.” Sephora confirmed.
“Poor dude..”
“Isn’t that your Commander?” Fives asked.
“Yeah that’s her Commander. Marshall Commander he’s pretty neat.” Cass admitted.
They all smirked to her talk.
“You’re a lot different from your sister aren't you?” He asked her.
“Just telling now?” She questioned smirking at him.
Some of them chuckled.
Anakin looked bemused. “A little..”
“Something you needed?” Sephora asked him.
“Just more questions..” he said kind of awkwardly.
“I kind of figured..nothing I need to worry about?”
“Not that I know of..unless you have something to tell me?” Anakin opened.
Sephora thought about it. “Nothing comes to mind at the moment..but if something does I’ll be sure to tell you.”
“Work with Commandos?” Cass suddenly asked him.
“Sometimes..why?” He looked a little skeptically at her.
Cass just shrugged. “No reason.” In fake innocence, smirking a little at the end.
Anakin gave her a skeptical look.
“So how old are you?” Ahsoka suddenly asked her.
Cass shrugged. “25 why do you ask?” She said winking at her.
Ahsoka shrugged. “Just curious how different you two are.”
Anakin smirked. “Now I got an idea..”
Sephora gave him a warning glance. “Don’t push your luck.” She warned.
The men in there chuckled.
“Why are you so against saying how old you are?”
“Because she doesn’t want to.” Cass butted. “You really are an ass aren’t you?” She questioned of him walking beside him- eyeing him up then easily forgetting about him and walked past him.
“Just want to say I think you’re hot and to keep slaying.” Cass said to Jesse.
Everyone seemed shocked by the comment. Cody just smirked.
“Umm..thank you..” Jesse said still not entirely sure how he should respond to that. Fives just looked amused by the exchange.
Anakin pointed at her sister. “That’s your sister?” He clarified.
Sephora face palmed.
“Little sister yes. Trouble maker compared to her? Yes. Will I end your life if you hurt her double, triple yes.” Cass said giving him a stealy glance.
Snickers could be heard behind them.
“Don’t try anything funny sly man I’m watching you.” She said deliberately, pointing at his eyes.
Anakin really didn’t know what to think of her.
“I think she’s neat.” Ahsoka admitted smiling at the pink Mando. “I like your armor.”
“Thanks kid.” Cass sweetly said patting her on the head- Ahsoka didn’t seem to mind though.
“- You would..” Cass glowered at him.
“She’s your polar opposite isn’t she?” Anakin asked carefully watching the pink clad Mando.
“You could say that yes.” Sephora admitted as Cass came to perch on the table alongside her again.
“So what’s going on?” Star announced coming up by them and leaning on the table similar to Cass eating a pastry. “God I haven’t had one of these in years…” obviously enjoying the treat. “It’s so good.”
The clones just looked amused to his announcement.
“Introductions, formalities you know the drill.” Cass answered.
“Oh yeah..the fun stuff. Do you like her? She’s pretty neat when she isn’t being a brat.” He stated.
Cass shoved him in the arm.
The clones looked amused to the spectacle and were trying DESPERATELY to keep their cool.
“Kriffing knock off..”
“-like that.” He expressed not even phased by her aggressive shove but simply went back and leaned against his part of the table.
Sephora gave him a pointed look. “Behave.” She warned.
Cass just looked disgruntled where she was.
“Who? Me or her?” Star questioned.
Cass scoffed. “Obviously you you snot.” She said hitting him again.
“Both of you.” Sephora reprimanded. Cass just rolled her eyes.
“No need to get nasty about it.” Star snided rolling his eyes. He retraced back from her hitting. “And quit hitting me- it’s hostile.”
Cass made an unintelligible noise. “‘Hostile.?’ You’re such a baby.” She antagonized. “You’re so irritating.” She muttered looking ahead.
Everyone looked mildly amused to the whole ordeal.
“I take it that this is fairly normal?” Anakin asked her.
“Fairly.” Sephora admitted, giving her duo an disappointed look.
Cass just looked bristled by Star compared to him being completely chill and eating his biscuit besides her.
“Well all the same to you. It’s nice seeing you all again.” He toasted to them. “Nice seeing younger faces of me.” He stated with a laugh.
Cass face palmed this time. “Gods..you're so cringe.” She said exasperatedly.
“What you got anything better to say back??” He challenged her.
“Enough, the both of you.” Sephora returned before she could. “We’re in a group here.”
Cass sighed through her nose.
“I don’t know, I'm kind of enjoying this.” Anakin admitted.
“Don’t influence them..” Sephora pleaded.
Star let out a laugh. “Yeah we could go -round and round.” He stated with a snicker.
This time Sephora threw her cape into his face. Some of the clones winced.
Starkiller placated her. “Okay, okay I’ll stop.” He said with a humorous chuckle.
“Moron..” Cass said under her breath. Star gave her a look.
“I don’t know…I kind of like them.” Anakin admitted.
“I’m glad you do..so what’s on your mind?” Sephora asked trying NOT to cause to much attention..yet it seemed that was all but futile now..
“Well I was speaking to Obi-wan about all of this and of course he spoke to the Council about it. We were kind of curious if there’s anything more you can tell us..like anyone else involved in this movement so to speak- if you know.”
Sephora sighed. “The problem is Ani..there’s no guarantees. Yes there are many similarities but I still can’t 100% say if who or what is going to happen here..yet something in me feels it may..” she said her tone foreboding at the end.
“So is there anyone you know?” He he questioned her. The room grew quiet.
Starkiller coughed, giving his General an uncertain gaze. Everyone watched this gesture interestedly.
Sephora sighed again. “It’s complicated…” she admitted.
Anakin crossed his arms. “Well I’m open ears.”
Cass gave her a worried look. “You’re not going to tell him- are you?” she whispered to her.
“‘Tell me what?’”Anakin asked skeptically giving them both suspicious looks.
The three looked to him uncertainty it was obvious they were uncomfortable if not wary.
“Anakin you must realize I come from a different time..where I exist and others that appently don’t exist here..it doesn’t mean the same will happen here.”
“Then why are you so hesitant to tell me?” He questions of her feeling the gravity of the situation. “Is it something I did? Someone in this room? Is that why you’re so reluctant to tell me??”
Sephora sighed rubbing her temples. But before she could reply to him someone walked in.
“Sir…we found this..clone wandering the grounds. He refuses to say his designation and won’t talk besides to General Norien- or another General.”
Everyone turned towards them then.
Sephora’s eyes widened, she jumped off her seat. “Seb!”
All the clones seemed shocked by this exclamation.
“That’s her Commander?”
“Hey- are you okay?” She asked him looking it him curiously.
Seb looked like he was gauging the situation looking around. “Depends on what this is about.” He admitted, he looked on the defensive.
“He’s fine. He’s my Commander.” She exhorted it the troopers holding him down. “You can release him.”
“Doyle, Comet do as she says.” Anakin stated. “He’s a Marshall COmMaDeR too.” He added.
They readily agreed after his word. It seemed they were shocked exchanging glances.
“Well...it seems you keep getting more of your people..” Anakin stated. “Maybe you’ll get more of your troopers soon.”
Sephora winced to that statement.
“So what. is. this. about?” Seb pressed glancing to them all having a steely look to him. Some of the troopers seemed a little taken aback by his severity.
“Somehow our realities seemed to mix.” Sephora stated. “Some of us as you can see have ended here- in a past that is very similar to ours- yet not the same. As far I as I know- we- you, our men do not exist here. 614th doesn’t exist as far as I know..yet everything else- seems to be vastly the same.”
Seb thought this over a moment. “So what does that mean?”
“I’m not entirely sure..but perhaps we can help this reality before..worse things happen.”
“About that.” Anakin cut in. “What were you going to tell me earlier?”
Sephora looked to him. “If I tell you..what happened..you won’t like what you hear.”
“I don't care. If it means it helps us here and the future I want to know.” He pressed. He looked a bit hostile.
“It doesn’t mean it will happen-“
“Stop diverting it.” Anakin snapped.
“General.” Rex reprimanded giving him a worried look.
“Anakin-“ sensing something she automatically seized up giving him a warning gaze. “Don’t. do. that.” She snapped.
Everyone seemed confused.
“Do what?” Ahsoka asked. “What did you do Master?”
“It’s nothing.” He said shaking his head looking a little guilty of what he just did.
“There are some things..that are not meant to be known.” She stated but almost made it sound like a warning.
“It's something I did isn’t it?” He questioned of her finally looking up. “Why else would you be hiding it from me so much..unless it’s someone I really care about?”
Sephora held her ground. “Don’t make this difficult.”
“You’re doing that yourself!” He scorned.
At this Seb shielded his General a little.
“Yeah it’s getting obvious now..” he said studying the party in front of him that seemed ither worried, in fear or defensive of his person atm.
“General..let’s just calm down.” Cody intervened stepping in between them giving Seb a bit of a wary look.
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Okay. I have to ask.
I‘m a bit out of the loop due to real life tragedies, but I‘m seeing so much talk about Sam skyping from *that* apartment. Many people seem to be confused or even surprised.
So, my question is, and maybe I‘m missing something, but: how is it surprising? How is it confusing?
We‘ve known for a while that he/they bought the apartment that was formerly rented by Starz for Caitriona to live in.
We‘ve known for a while that Sam now officially lives there. We‘ve known for a while that he/they got rid of some of the stuff that belonged to the previous owner (the cheetah statue 😄) and had some remodelling done (for example the bedroom wall).
We‘ve also known for a while that, even though he had the wall color changed, he sleeps in frilly, womanly bedding. He bought a very expensive apartment, got rid of stuff he didn’t like and removed the womanly wallpaper, but he didn’t have any money left/didn’t bother to get new, less frilly bedding? Sure.
What we’ve also known for a while is that he sleeps on the same side as the person who took the fist bump pic with Caitriona in that same bed in that same room and whose hand looks exactly like Sam‘s and nothing like the person she‘s publicly engaged to.
We‘ve known for a while that Caitriona’s cat Eddie, who scratches and bites men who cat sit her, is so comfortable with Sam that she happily curls up on his chest in the bed that‘s been her territory for years. Something she used to do with Simon in LA, the person Caitriona used to live with back then. And also that she stayed at that apartment while Caitriona was in London for less than 48 hours instead of staying in the „new“ flat that is only minutes away. (The flat she‘s posted from a couple of times and where she seems to work.)
We‘ve also known for a while that Sam has been spending his nights at that apartment for years (ever since the selfie of him watching football on the living room floor, sometime in 2016, I think? And lest we forget the fact that Caitriona knows what time he gets up in the morning to go to the gym). Way before he officially bought it. And let‘s not forget that he bought *that* one, even though there were several identical apartments for sale in the same neighborhood at the time.
So…I mean.
I’ve said it before: we have lots and lots of receipts. Some obvious, but from long ago (Sam and Caitriona on a trip to Paris in December 2013; Sam and Caitriona cuddling on set; Sam saying „I love you!“ to Caitriona and kissing her on the forehead at Paley or him saying that he „first“ met her parents when they visited the Outlander set). Others are more recent and subtle (like him tweeting about watching Scrooged on Christmas Eve 2016, while the only place on earth where that very movie was airing at the time was Ireland; or Caitriona admitting to their Ibiza vacation, or them being close to each other‘s friends). You can try to refute all or some of them (long shot, but there are always those who explain it all away or just ignore things that don‘t fit in their picture). And then there‘s THIS. „It‘s more than a receipt to me“, that‘s what I said a while ago and I stand by it.
To me, it‘s confirmation. Because you absolutely cannot explain it any other way.
People can call me delusional or crazy all they want, I don’t care, but I think they‘re lying to themselves if they choose to ignore this and don‘t even doubt the engagement story for a second. Listen, I don’t mean to offend anyone, we all have our own way to filter things, form an opinion and deal with the picture we see. Maybe it‘s easier for some people to just ignore it and *choose* to believe Sam and Caitriona aren‘t lying to us - ignorance is bliss, I know. But still. If you believe it, it‘s a conscious decision. A conscious decision to block out the largest, most important piece of this messed up puzzle.
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No, this shipper doesn't have any receipts. She does spread a lot of hot air.
Rolando bought CB's apartment that Starz rented for her when she bought the apartment with T. SS lives in Rolando's apartment now.
The fist bump was CB & T for her WCC charity - not Rolando's.
Rolando cat baby sat for CB when she and T were in London for her marathon.
Rolando wasn't spending nights in her apartment.
The reason she knew what time he was waking up is because Starz built a gym for him on the set and that's where she was seeing him in the morning. This had nothing to do with him living at her apartment but came up in an interview when he said he was waking up at 3 and she contradicted him that it was more like 4/5.
SC were never together in Paris in Dec. 2013.
Rolando's "I love you" to her at Paley wasn't because they were f*cking.
Rolando didn't meet her parents "first". The entire production did when they visited CB on set.
CB never said that she and Rolando were in Ibiza together, just made a joke about it that shippers turned up into their own story.
Kaboom.
Good job debunking anon.
The woman in the Paris pic with a mask is unknown. Just because they say it's C doesn't make her so.
Cat sitting Eddy was Rolando trolling cause: he had already bought the apartment, poor cat had lived there for years so no wonder she was comfortable and she was sick as confirmed by C. Also thanks to me getting mad in that FB shipper group we found out shippers did see C and T at the marathon, holding hands so no, there wasn't anyone on pet duty better than their cool friend Rolando living in their old place.
And yes how to forget all the footage that places Skeleton in that apartment now. But none here wants that speculation do they?
Fist bump has the exact same validity of thumb analysis now, zero. None. Do you know what's worth it? A marriage certificate registered at GRO.
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NEVER LET YOU GO
Pairing: idol!hobi x manager!reader
Genre: fluff, angst
Words: 4275
Warnings: none
Chapter 1: Hot Chocolate
Next Chapter: San Man
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Baek Hana is the type of person you’d want if you were in any kind of trouble. Quick witted and intuitive, she has the impressive skill of being able to read people like a book. However, you mustn’t let her quiet, calm exterior fool you. There’s a storm raging inside of her. She lives for weekends in karaoke booths. Weekends away on the coast. Loud concerts and hectic festivals. Letting her hair down is a necessity for her. Though she’s kind, polite and well spoken, Hana loves to let loose when she’s off the clock. She’s the life of her friends’ parties. The firework in all of their lives. It’s not often that you meet someone as calm as a puddle and as vibrant as the Northern Lights. She’s special. Special in ways that she’s too modest to understand. That’s the thing about people who are late bloomers, her personality is just as gorgeous as her face. Her friends never have to cry alone, dance alone, or get into mischief alone. She’s the type of friend we all want, whether or not we deserve her. She’s the type of girl mom’s would love their son’s to bring home. Those lucky enough to call themselves her closest friends fondly call her by her childhood nickname of Hunny. She’s… a force of nature in an understated way. That’s Hana - a woman who lives her life full of love, in all of its forms. If you’re lucky enough to see that side of Hana, you’re part of her inner circle. Despite all of the pain and misery that life brings as you grow up, Hunny’s the type of person who’s never seen without a smile.
Or rather, that was the old Hunny. Since her boyfriend left her she’s not been herself. She’s lost and lonely. She‘s 27 - this should be when she’s happy and carefree. He was perfect. She had to constantly remind herself that Gong Yoo hadn’t jumped out of the screen to sweep her off her feet. Tall, charming and smart. Kind, funny and adventurous. For almost 4 years they were an unbreakable team. The golden couple. He encouraged her to bring out the silly side she had to hide as she grew up. She found herself getting lost in new hobbies and interests that were only brought into her life because she met him. The Yin to her Yang. The stars to her moon. The kimchi to her fried rice. He fiercely embraced her flaws with such enthusiasm that she felt invincible. With every progression in his career as a gallery curator, her pride grew and grew. She was immensely proud to stand by his side as his partner. He felt like the one. He wasn’t perfect in many senses of the word but he was Hunny’s brand of perfect.
They still had their own independent lives, preferring to live alone. But, nevertheless, she thought he might pop the big question soon. She could feel it. That’s what made the break up so shocking and hard to digest. They were going to spend Christmas together and celebrate with all of their friends. The whole month of December felt special and extra festive. There was magic in the atmosphere that gave Hunny an abundance of optimism. Then, just a few days before Christmas her partner in crime decided that he didn’t love her anymore. He said it was over between them and nothing could make him stay. She tried to talk things through but his mind was made up. He just saw her as a friend and was too stubborn to fight for the passionate love they used to share. People change as they grow but they should have grown together. Mundane is safe, and sometimes that’s perfect. She thought they were comfortable and deep in love, not boring and stale. Their mutual friends refuse to take sides but she knows that she’s the one they should be supporting. She feels wronged and betrayed by his lack of respect and understanding. He can’t bring himself to answer her calls. Maybe he feels consumed by guilt and doesn’t want to add to her pain. But he’s the one who caused her pain. Breakups are never meant to be easy but she felt like the shell of who she once was. It was only her second big breakup and it made her question if love was unnecessarily cruel for the sake of being cruel.
At least her career was going well. She was the assistant manager of an upmarket spa in her hometown. She was well on her way to becoming the general manager of the spa when she got the opportunity of a lifetime. She was invited to interview for a position at a fancy hotel, under the same company as the spa she was working at. This new spa was set in a very fancy hotel in Seoul. The bright lights of Gangnam could be the escape she needed. Her hometown just reminded her of her ex who was avoiding her. The comforting streets where she grew up only seemed to act as purgatory for the happy memories of a relationship that she’d lost forever. The memories would never leave, even though they were painstakingly reminding her of loss. When she was offered the promotion, Hunny felt a suffocating weight lift off her shoulders. Perhaps all of the pain could be left behind, along with everybody who needed to be left in the past.
Hunny was tired. She was more than just tired. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She knew that the promotion at work would come with more responsibility, but she was ready for that. Her body just needed to get used to the new life she found herself living. As the nation’s capital city, Seoul was bound to be full on. It was bound to be loud. It was bound to be full of bright lights. This was something that she knew. It was still overwhelming for her. All she wanted to do was spend her Saturday in bed catching up on Business Proposal. But she suddenly got a craving for hot chocolate, the kind with too many marshmallows thrown in for good measure. And when that tempestuous craving hits, there’s simply no ignoring it. So she dragged herself out of her warm bed and stumbled over to her closet.
She knew better than to decide against a hoodie considering it was still the middle of March. The sun may have chased away the rain but the wind continues to howl outside her window. The kind of howl that is making her wish she had the ingredients to make herself a hot chocolate at home. Unfortunately she can never remember to buy milk. Something so simple, and yet, it often seems to slip her mind. She still wanted to look good because she could see someone she knows. Though the chances of that happening are low, she still feels the need to make some kind of effort. Trust today to be the day when everyone she knows in this city decides to go to the same cafe.
She drew two symmetrical flicks on her eyelids. If there’s one thing Hunny can do, it’s draw her eyeliner perfectly on the first try. She’d call that useless skill a party trick if it were interesting enough. She threw her hair in a calculated messy bun and looked around her room for her pink lip gloss. It was on her desk as she used it yesterday. It’s always on her desk because she uses it daily and needs to locate it quickly. So, where is it now? After searching hastily all over her room, she finds it on the rug under her head to toe mirror. She picks up her lip gloss and applies it. She lets out a yawn as she places the lip gloss back on the desk. She inspects her outfit in the full length mirror. Black skinny jeans and a black hoodie with a Bart Simpson design across it. She laughs at the funny cartoon on her chest. Bart is leaning against his skateboard, wearing sunglasses, as a speech bubble above him reads “eat my shorts”. Equally comfy and cute, her outfit is almost complete.
With a quick nod, she walks out into the corridor, grabbing a small leather bag and a black and white tartan scarf. She slightly parts her bangs in the mirror near the door to her apartment, making a mental note to book a hair appointment sometime next week. Another thing that she’s not been on top of lately. The weather outside is still on her mind, praying for a short and dry spring season. Hunny really hates being cold. She’s so sensitive to the cold that it can get painful for her. Hoping that the weather is kind to her, she makes sure she has everything she needs. Purse? Yes. Keys? Yes. Shoes? Yes? Scarf? Yes. Sliding her phone into her jeans pocket, Hunny psychs herself up to brave the cold. She takes a short moment to enjoy standing in her warm apartment. And then just as swiftly as she hopes to return home, she opens the door to her apartment and speed walks out of the building.
Finally feeling the comforting warmth of the hot drink in her hand, Hunny makes her way to the exit. The weather wasn't as horrendous as the wind made her believe it to be. She decided to have a slow stroll home, clutching the warm beverage close to her chest. Nearing the exit, she heard her name. But that can’t be right. They called out her nickname. Everyone she knows in this city knows her by her legal name. They're all colleagues. She hasn’t gotten close enough to anyone to allow them to use her childhood nickname. She’s been Hunny for so long that when someone calls her Hana, she knows there’s some distance between the two of them. But the voice calls out “Hunny” again. Taken back a little, she looks around until a pair of piercing eyes meet hers. Overcome with joy and shock, the smile on her face is unmissable. Walking as fast as she can with a hot drink in her hand, she walks over to the table in the darkly lit corner of the cafe.
“Hobi oppa? Is it really you?” Hunny says with a laugh in disbelief. Of course it’s him. She’ll always be able to pick him out of a sea of people. He’s forever been the person who stands out in a crowd. His bright inquisitive eyes have always lit up like festival lanterns.
The tall man grins from ear to ear and confirms. “It’s really me”. He giggles and rises from his chair to engulf Hunny in a hug that feels like home. He no longer smells like cheap hairspray and hair gel. There’s an air of sophistication about him. She’s never smelt this cologne before but she already knows it’s a new favourite of hers. “Have I really changed so much that you don’t recognize me?”
“No, you’re still as handsome as the day you left,” she remarks as she looks up to inspect his face. His smile still reaching his eyes. Joy written all over his face. She doesn’t know if Hobi will ever lose his childlike wonder. It’s woven into his DNA, surely. It’s been so long since she felt his warm embrace. She didn’t realise how much she missed being squashed by his arms. “It’s just a shock to see you considering you’re probably very busy with work.”
“Yeah, I have been busy lately. I’m actually just taking a break from dance practice.” Hobi says, as he takes in his childhood friend. There’s something different about her. He probably wouldn't have recognised her if they hadn’t have spent their teenage years glued to each other’s side. “So, how have you been lately? Take a seat,” he smiles, gesturing to the seat next to him.
“I don’t even know where to begin! So much has happened since we last spoke.” She says with a slight sigh.
“I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to keep in touch. We said we were going to be best friends for life when I left to become a trainee. And I’ve seen you just once since I left.”
“Actually, you’ve seen me twice,” she teases with a smirk. “You came home for New Year and your birthday. And then you were so busy being a trainee, working hard to make your dreams come true. It’s really not your fault that we lost touch, Hobi. It’s just one of those things.” She places her scarf on the back of her chair.
“I guess you’re right. But I should have tried to find your number each time I had to get a new phone.”
“Yes, Hobi. You’re the worst friend in the world. You win that award”, she jokes.
Laughing, he takes a sip of his ice americano. “What are you doing in Seoul?”
“I actually moved here last month. Still trying to get used to the city, if I can.”
“It does take a bit of getting used to, that’s for sure. Do you work in the city?” he asks, leaning in.
“I just got promoted so I’m now a spa manager in a hotel in Gangnam. At first I wasn’t sure if I should take the job, but now? I just wish I was promoted sooner! The hotel is so fancy and the job comes with lots of nice perks.” She beams.
Hobi’s face lights up with a genuine smile, ”I’m so happy for you, Hunny.”
“Thank you,” she says, sipping her hot chocolate. Her eyelashes dance on her rosy cheeks as she savours the blend of subtle spices of the drink. There is no way that she could have made a drink this indulgently tasty at home, even with all of the right ingredients.
Hobi hums as he takes in Hunny’s face. “You look so grown up. It suits you. You’re a woman! My little Hunny is now a woman, then? Huh?” His eyebrows raise with mischief.
She laughs shyly, “I’ve had a big old glow up. We all know I needed one.”
Before Hobi can interject, someone is standing behind Hunny with a confused look on his face. Hobi looks up, which prompts Hunny to look up. She sees a pair of beautiful catlike eyes staring down at her. His skin is so pale and poreless, she’s sure he was carved out of marble. It would have to be the finest marble shipped from Italy. Carefully crafted with precision to achieve heaven in human form. Her mouth goes dry as reality hits her. She knows exactly who she’s staring up at. She can’t lie to herself and say she hasn’t dreamt of meeting him. And now that he’s close enough to smell, she thinks she has died and gone as close to heaven as she’s ever been. In all of her years of being an army and watching Bangtan from afar, she could have never guessed that he would smell like vanilla, and what’s that? Amber? Firewood? All she knows is that it smells manly. And it suits him.
“Ah, Yoongi hyung. This is my childhood best friend, Hunny. I mean Hana,” Hobi says with a shy smile.
As he sits down next to her, Hunny swears he can hear her heartbeat. “Nice to meet you, Hana. I’m Yoongi.” Yoongi offers a genuine smile, albeit a brief one.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Yoongi,” focusing her attention on Hobi, she reluctantly says what she wishes she didn’t have to. “I think I should get going now. I’ve already taken up too much of your time. You’re supposed to be enjoying your break.”
“We’ll have none of that talk! You could never take up too much of my time. What kind of catch up would this be if it was over already?” Hobi rubs Hunny’s arm, reassuring her that he also doesn’t want to say goodbye so soon.
Looking at Yoongi, she smiles weakly. “I don’t want to intrude. You’re here to have a coffee with Yoongi, not me.”
“You can stay. I don’t mind. I’m just happy to be here drinking coffee,” Yoongi laughs.
Feeling more relaxed, Hunny takes a sip of her hot chocolate. Noticing it starting to get cold, she decides to stop drinking. She’ll order a fresh one if she stays here long enough.
Hobi perks up, “We should exchange numbers! I promise not to lose it this time.” He hands Hunny his phone and she passes hers over to him.
Yoongi looks over at Hunny from the corner of his eye. Something catches his attention which he cannot ignore. “Eat my shorts?” he laughs.
Hobi looks down at her hoodie, “Oh, is that Bart Simpson?”
“Of course! He’s a legend, how could you not recognise him?” Yoongi asks in disbelief.
“Hobi, I expected better from you than to completely disregard the leader of a generation.” Hunny shakes her head.
The three of them let out hearty laughs as a few people on nearby tables glance over at them. It feels as though no time or distance has separated Hunny and Hobi. It’s just like how she had hoped it would feel once they reunited. She always knew they would reunite somehow.
“Did you hear about Taemin’s wedding?” Hunny asks Hobi, as the thought suddenly pops into her head. She grabs a hold of his hand with urgency to tell him the juicy gossip.
“No… What happened?” he asks inquisitively, raising his eyebrows.
“Ok so promise not to laugh too loud.” Hunny instructs.
“Now I’m intrigued about Taemin.” Yoongi jokes.
“I promise.” Hobi says, looking at Hunny intently.
“So he married Hari, which I think we all saw coming since we were 15.”
Hobi hums and nods along, fondly remembering his childhood living on the same street as Hunny and Taemin. He sometimes wishes life could be that simple again.
“The last salon that I worked in was next to the photography studio, so I picked up their wedding photos for them on my break one day. So when I get to their house they let me be the first person to see their wedding photos. Bearing in mind we’re all seeing them for the first time together. It was a magical day full of love and happiness. Most of the photos caught that wonderfully. Everyone looked photogenic. The photographer was amazing. So I don’t know how he missed something this big. But he somehow did. Hari’s brother pulled down his pants and his butt was barely an inch away from Taemin’s back. Like, Hayoung’s bare flesh was so close to touching his bespoke tailored suit.”
Hobi bursts out laughing “And he didn’t know?” He wipes a single tear from his cheek.
“No. If he knew, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did. He cried, which isn’t something to laugh about but what happened next is next level.”
“I’m guessing Taemin doesn’t have much luck?” Yoongi asks.
“That would be an understatement, “ she laughs. “He phoned Hari’s brother right away. So before Hayoung can even say hello, Taemin shouts ‘Why did you put your butt on my back? It was my wedding day. Your noona is on the brink of tears.’ Like, he was so angry. His voice even broke at the end of the sentence.” She looks over to Hobi, “Taemin isn’t the same Taemin that you used to know. Now he’s mature and serious so this was a side of him that I thought was buried so far deep within him.”
“I can’t even imagine him being mature.”
“It was a gradual process.” She counters. “But there’s more to this story.”
“I’ve always wondered where Hobi got his wild side from. It’s your hometown!” Yoongi laughs.
“As much as I love my hometown, no one normal that I know is from Gwangju.” Hunny laughs. “Anyway, Taemin must have dialled the wrong number in a rush and the person who responded wasn’t Hayoung.”
Hobi’s eyes widened again, which must have been the 50th time that happened this afternoon. He and Yoongi were both on the edge of their seats. Yoongi was quickly learning that Hunny was the storyteller amongst Hobi’s friends. She always knew what details to extract to emphasise an emotion or feeling. Whilst Hobi rushed to the punchline, she liked to build a picture and let the punchline sit there for a while.
“He actually phoned one of his employees. Which is even more embarrassing considering he owns an insurance company. He’s the king of being professional and serious at work. He ended the call so quickly. I wonder if that employee was brave enough to mention it at work.” All three of them now have tears in their eyes. This impromptu catch up has turned out to be the vitamin their tiring days needed.
After a few more funny stories and sharing details about their new grown up lives, the childhood best friends had to part ways.
“It has been so good catching up with you, Hunny. We’re not going to leave it so long next time, okay?” Hobi says, pulling her into a long hug.
“Okay. I promise.” Hunny says, speaking into her Hobi’s warm chest. As she wraps her arms around his slim torso, she makes a promise of her own: to never let life get in the way of friendship again. Hobi had promised to be her best friend for the rest of his life but she had also promised him the same thing. She had been acting like a stranger, barely an acquaintance of his. Could she really blame his career for being too big to allow her to still be a part of his life? Even as children, she was in awe of how effortlessly cool Hobi was. Of course he was now living a super cool life, in a world where Hunny didn’t belong. She hopes that now they both live in the same city they have a chance to reconnect.
“I’ll miss you Mister Hoseok.” Hunny pouts.
“I’ll miss you too, Miss Hana” Hobi’s pout is almost identical.
“It was really lovely meeting you, Yoongi.” Hunny says with a smile in his direction.
“It was lovely meeting you too. I don’t know if I should call you Hana or Hunny.” Yoongi laughs awkwardly as he scratches his neck.
“You can call me Hana now, and then if we meet again you can call me Hunny.”
“Ok.” Yoongi nods. His eyes turn into mini crescent moons as he smiles. Hunny can’t help but be drawn to his cute mannerisms. The way that he is just as inviting as Hobi. The way that he welcomed her to gatecrash his break. She can read people on first meeting and she’s glad that Hobi has someone like Yoongi in his life.
As Hunny walks back to her apartment, wind in her face, she cannot stop smiling. It almost feels as though she has made a new friend today. Hobi isn’t the same 17 year old that left their hometown. He’s a man now. He has a new circle of friends in a new city and a fulfilling career. She’s been rooting for him from a distance as an army. But knowing that he really is as happy as she’d hoped? That’s the best news she's heard in a while. She has a good feeling about the week ahead. Even stress at work cannot ruin her mood this week.
Hunny is laying on her bed listening to her chillout playlist. She’s not tired enough to nap but there’s something calming about laying in a darkly lit room, lounging about in cosy pyjamas. Her phone buzzes beside her. Recognising it as her text message tone, she decides not to move until the end of the song. She finds herself singing along to LeeHi’s H.S.K.T. As the song moves through the outro, she rolls over and takes a look at her phone. Her eyes light up when she opens the message.
Hobi Oppa: Hey Hunny. I really enjoyed catching up with you earlier. I miss you already. Would you be able to meet up again soon? Friday maybe?
Her fingers work as fast as they can trying to keep up with the thoughts in her head.
Hunny: Hobi oppa! I miss you so much! I didn’t realise how much until I saw you. I finish work at 6 on Friday.
Hobi’s reply is instant.
Hobi Oppa: I can pick you up from work. We can have beer and fried chicken whilst ignoring what’s on the television, if you like?
Hunny: Sounds like a plan. I work at Byeol Nagwon Salon. It’s inside Hotel Nagwon, along the river. My shift ends at 6 but I probably won’t be outside until 10 minutes later, it takes a while to sign out.
Hobi Oppa: I should be able to find that easily. And don’t worry. If I have to wait for you, I can just use that as a way of blackmailing you in the future. I’ll see you on Friday.
Hunny: And suddenly I’m scared of even being just one minute late… I can’t wait until Friday. See you then!
Just another week of work. Just another week of being on her feet for many hours. Just another week of making small talk with coworkers she doesn’t know all that well. Once again, Hunny falls into a deep sleep before she can finish the episode that’s playing on her laptop.
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