#the cb is like in 2 weeks n we have NOTHING.

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Smoked Out - Part 2

Twice Jihyo x Male Reader

4299 words; smut

A/N: i didn;t think Smoked Out would gain much traction, but seeing as it did and i kinda like where I was going with it, here’s part 2 with highly requested smut LOL again same warnings apply from pt 1 that this is an AU etc etc... anyways this ones a bit longer hehe and MERRY CHRISTMAS here’s a lil gift for you lovelies :) cheers to a small twicecorner cb

Damn these comebacks are stressful... Having to go from venue to venue, keeping track of multiple packed schedules, and with other corporate busywork has been piling up on you. The past few comebacks since you’ve started working with Twice had been relatively easy, but now that you’re in the thick of it in your position and with Covid taking out a few of the other staff members, a lot of work had been placed on you. After the first week of promotions you needed a breather and a much-needed break away from your laptop which you’d been working on for the past 5 hours after your normally scheduled work day. You crack open a beer, grab your jacket and head up to the rooftop of your building. Luckily it as a nice night, so the weather and fresh air felt great. You take a seat on one of the benches overlooking the city.

Since your kiss with Jihyo a few weeks ago, nothing much had happened with how busy things got. The most that came from passing by during schedules was a few flirtatious looks or comments. Neither of you had the time to really talk about it and you both decided on your own to table it until things at work had died down. 

You put down your beer next to you and stood up to stretch. While stretching you feel something in your jacket hit your body. It seemed you’d forgotten this was the jacket you were wearing that night. The same jacket that hid your last single cigarette. You pull out the pack and look at it, remembering that night and that faithful kiss. You smile as you think about Jihyo, nothing compared to her. Even with work being a handful, having Jihyo around never failed to help ease any tension. Just her being in the same room put you at ease. Grabbing your beer again you toss with the idea of lighting up the cig or leaving it for a later date or for good. A sudden voice jumps you out of your deep thought.

“Hey stranger.”

You whip your body around to see who the voice belonged to, but you already knew. 

“You scared me,” you say laying your eyes on a leisurely dressed Jihyo.

“Well, I didn’t think anyone would be up here this late” she says walking towards you.

“I was up late working on the schedules and such. Needed a break and some air.” 

“I can tell. That’s a dead giveaway.” she replies nodding at the beer can and pack still held in your hand.

“We really need to stop meeting this way” you say letting out a chuckle, placing the pack back in your pocket.

“Did you already smoke?” Jihyo asks now coming up to stand next to you, her arms resting on the railing.

You turn around so now both of you are looking out to the skyline. “No, actually I was debating on it, but that night I’d thrown all the others out except one. I guess I was saving it or something” 

“Wow, how poetic” she jokes sarcastically letting out a giggle.

“Shut up. I still can’t believe I made a world-renowned idol smoke” you roll your eyes and nudge her lightly. 

“What came after it was far better” Jihyo looks at you. 

You notice Jihyo’s only dawning a black tank top and seeing at how late it was getting, it started to get a little chilly. “Are you cold?” 

“No I’m okay, I’m used to it” she says, but her actions of her arms now folded over each other say otherwise. You pull off your jacket and drape it around her shoulders. “Here.”

She smiles and pulls it around her body, “Thanks.”

After a few minutes of small talk and looking out into the distance, Jihyo fumbles around your jacket. She pulls out the pack.

“Jackpot” she says grinning holding it up.

“Hey! What are you doing with that? No, don’t open it. Jihyo! No.” you try to get it out of her hands but she steps back and now you’re foolishly dancing with her like two kids fighting over a toy. In the midst of it, she’s able to pull out the cigarette and put it between her lips. She stands and poses with it there, mimicking the motions without lighting it. You stop and watch her. 

“I’m just pretending, I’ve never actually felt it between my lips or in my fingers.” You’re in awe of her beauty, even in the juxtaposing situation of having the nations girl group leader with a cigarette between her lips. 

“Okay fine. Just for fun.” you throw the white flag and let her have her fun. You step close to her and pull her towards you grabbing your jacket. “I won’t lie, you look good with it. It’s hot.” you say only half joking. Jihyo laughs and holds it between her fingers, she plays along and strikes some poses trying to look cool and edgy. After a small laugh you easily take it back from her, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and pulling out the box.

“Wait...Is it bad I want to see you do it again?” she says referring to you smoking.

You raise an eyebrow as you slide the cigarette back into the box. “You mean see me smoke?” the question rolls from your mouth with confusion. 

“Yeah... I don’t want to sound weird, but now every time I’m out and see someone smoke I pay some attention to them. But... none of them do it the way you do, not that I’ve seen anyways. You know, the thing with your nose.” She points to the space between her upper lip and her nose as she says that. 

“Ah.. the french inhale...” You trail off still fighting with the idea of it. Grabbing your beer you take another swig and hand her the can, “You want some?” 

“Of course” Jihyo says, her eyes lighting up, “These past few days of learning the new choreography and dealing with promotions have been intense.” She takes a few gulps. 

“Should we go out for some drinks then? It is Friday after all, I’m surprised you’re not already out with the other girls tonight.” You say watching her and toying with the box in your hands.

“Most of them went straight home earlier. I had to stay back to finish recording, I could call up Jeongyeon and Nayeon, I’m sure they’d want to go out, but I’m already here with you...” Jihyo turns to look back out at the skyline. “Let’s go. There’s a bar I like not too far from here, about a 5 minute drive”

Soon you find yourself in a taxi with Jihyo on the way to a bar you’ve never heard of. Of course it’s a bustling Friday night and the bar is lively and crowded. You have a couple of drinks and laugh and talk about whatever. You’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before especially considering Jihyo’s rank in society. After a few drinks and shots of soju, both of you are happily tipsy and stumble out of the crowded bar. 

“Oh! Wait! My place isn’t too far from here!” You notice in your daze. 

“I’ll walk you home then!” Jihyo replies, seemingly not as drunk as you are. The cool air calms your nerves and redness from the drinks. 

“Yeah, I think a walk will help...” Still in your nicely drunken haze, you pull the pack from your pocket. 

“Oh finally!” Jihyo exclaims clapping her hands seeing you pull it out.

“Wow I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get excited over smoking before” You laugh at her. 

“Oh shut up!” Jihyo playfully punches you. A smoke after a night of drinking and walking in the cool air never fails to ease any stress in you. You place the cigarette between your lips and cup the end while you light it. The first breath warms your mouth and you pull the smoke instinctively through your nostrils. After letting out a puff of smoke, you sigh in relief. 

“Wow.. daebak” Jihyo says intently watching you. You continue to talk and walk, by the time you smoke half of the cigarette you’ve made it to your apartment building.

“Here it is...” You say slightly disappointed that this is where Jihyo would leave you, “It’s getting a bit colder. Do you want me to call you a cab?” You ask.

“No it’s okay. Is it okay if I come inside? I can warm up a bit and then head out.” Jihyo offers. 

“Sure I have extra jackets and sweatshirts if you need too” you respond. 

Up in your apartment you give her the tour of your small space and head out to the small balcony. “Wow even a balcony!” Jihyo says in surprise as if she doesn’t live in luxury. 

You bring out two beers and pull out the other half of the cigarette and light it again. Jihyo rests her arm on the railing and turns to watch you. 

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask, knowing she understands you.

“Yeah...” she replies stepping closer. You follow the same motions as that night and pull her face towards yours before exhaling a bit of smoke into her mouth. As she takes it in, she closes the distance letting the smoke escape from the corners of your mouths as your lips touch. Her arms wrap around your neck and yours around her waist. You pull back for a moment, placing the cigarette in the ashtray. “Are you sure this is okay?” 

“Just kiss me.” She responds, her voice low, pulling you back into her. The pace of the kiss increases as your lips dance together, and her tongue darts out and licks your lower lip. Allowing her to cross the bridge, you open your mouth to let her in. Your tongues circle and dance exchanging saliva and lust. Jihyo moans into your mouth as you grip her hips tighter and pull her body flush against yours. 

You pull away and place your mouth next to her ear, “I… I want you Jihyo” You saw lowly, eliciting a breathy moan from the girl who runs her hands into your hair. As you start to place messy kisses along her jaw and neck she breathes out, “I want you too.” The green lights flash and something wakes up in both of you. You peel your jacket off and throw it blindly towards one of the chairs on the balcony and run your hands down Jihyo’s back down to rest on her supple ass as you continue to make out. Jihyo pulls at the hem of your shirt and you step back, allowing her to pull it off of you. Jihyo takes a second to admire your naked upper half. You smirk at the newfound confidence and hunger growing within you. Jihyo lunges towards you licking, kissing, and sucking on any bare skin she could find. Your head falls back and her hand darts towards your quickly growing bulge. Upon feeling your crotch she gasps at your size.

You massage her ass and your hand runs up under her tanktop to unclasp her bra. Finally letting her godsent milkers free. You watch as they freely recoil on her small tight body. “Can I?” You ask taking hold of the hem of her tank top. “Take it off baby… I know you want my tits, don’t think I don’t see you staring every day” Jihyo says slyly. She wasn’t lying, as much as you’d want to deny, how could you. You tear off her top and let your eyes feast on her naked upper half, her perfect round tits set upon her torso, her tight abdomen and prominent collar bones. 

“Sculpted by the gods” You say under your breath admiring her body. 

“Don’t just stand there loverboy… Taste them” Jihyo presses her chest out towards you. Grabbing onto her thighs you hoist her up and rest her on the railing so her chest is at face level. You drag your tongue between the valley of her breasts before kissing and making your way to suck on one of her taught nipples. Jihyo lets out a long moan and throws her head back, her hands intertwining with your hair. “Oh fuck yes baby… suck on my tits… good boy” she encourages you. You moan around her nipples as your other hand moves to massage and play with the other. Soon you switch and look up at her, her chest now heaving and her legs wrapped around your body. You could feel your pants getting tighter by the second. You needed more. 

Hoisting her up again, you bring her inside to your bedroom. You toss her onto the bed and she scoots up, crawling up after her you help her out of her pants so she’s left in her small black panties. “Holy shit…” you say in awe of the situation. Park Jihyo, technically one of your bosses, almost naked in your bed, begging and waiting for you to ravage her, to please her. It was a dream come true. Jihyo hops up onto her knees and switches places with you so you’re laying back on your elbows. She travels down your body and undoes your pants leaving you in your underwear. Seeing the outline of your cock practically made her mouth water. She slowly pulls your underwear off and your length springs freely from its cotton confines against your stomach. 

“So… big” Jihyo says looking at you. You don’t know how to respond so you just give her a silly smirk. She takes hold of it and that sight alone could’ve made you bust instantly, but you knew you needed to hold out. “I can’t wait to taste this” She moans starting to slowly stroke your cock. 

“Holy fuck Jihyo… this is so hot… you’re so hot” you moan, barely able to piece sentences together at this point. 

She licks her lips then brings her mouth to your tip. She circles your tip with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking deeply. You let out a loud moan and your cock twitches in her hand. Jihyo slowly starts to bob her head up and down taking every inch in deeper and deeper. Your hand instinctively runs through her hair to hold her head. Every now and then you open your ecstasy-shut eyes to peak at the beautiful woman sucking your cock. You feared that watching the whole thing may lead to an unexpected bust. Jihyo pops off your tip and licks the underside of your length before going back down, stroking your cock with your hand she wraps her lips around each of your heavy balls. “Ohhhh my god JIhyo that’s so good… fuck you’re so good” you moan out. Jihyo looks up at you with hooded eyes, fogged over with lust. Sucking down your length one last time she moves her body slightly up. 

“I know you want to… and I want you to too… this big cock.. Between my big tits…” Jihyo says, dripping with sex and lust.

She encases your length with her heavy tits and your hips jerk at the feeling. Her soft, warm skin, around your wet cock. Jihyo starts to move up and down, licking your tip whenever it peaked through her mounds. She speeds up her movements, intermittently slowing down and speeding up, almost in an attempt to edge you with her breasts. 

“Fuck… Jihyo if you keep doing that I’ll cum… let me eat you out please I need you” you beg in hopes of not ending the night before you could even fuck her. 

“Mmm fuck please baby… I’m already so wet for you” Jihyo coos getting up to switch positions with you.

Between her legs, you pull her panties down with your teeth, getting a quick whiff of her scent. A sweet mix of her perfume, her sweat and her essence. After pulling off her underwear you sit in awe again, her naked body on full display for you in the low light. You lift her legs so that they’re propped up on the bed and your arms hook around her thighs, spreading her pussy for you. “Eat me baby” Jihyo moans in anticipation.

You start by placing kisses on her inner thighs, trailing your way to her core. You blow lightly on her pussy making her back arch as you watch her wetness increase. Finally diving in, you lick a strip from her hole to her clit which you clasp your lips around and suck, swirling your tongue around it. Jihyo moans loudly and writhes in pleasure. “Ohhhh fuck baby! Just like that… eat my fucking pussy!” 

You continue your feast, licking and sucking on her folds, dipping your tongue into her wet hole before starting to tease with your fingers. You look up at her throughout your assault, her eyes shut in pleasure, her mouth gaped open with streams of beautiful moans flowing out. It was like a masterful, sensual painting. “You look gorgeous Jihyo” the words slipping out as you admire her. 

“God you’re making me even wetter baby” she moans back smirking. As she does so, you sneakily press a finger inside of her waiting hole. “OH! Yess babyyyy” Jihyo moans in surprise. You pair your fingering with continuing to suck and lick her swollen clit. Her legs start to shake as you find her spot, “Oh fuck holy shit… baby right there oh my god yes….”

Jihyo starts to move her hips, wanting more of you. “Damnit baby fuck me already… I wanna feel that big cock inside me so bad… I need to cum all over you” 

Her words shock you, you never thought such dirty words would come from the leader of the nations girl group. You couldn’t resist so you pull your fingers out of her and suck her juices off of your digits, making sure she’s watching. “Kiss me. Let me taste” she yearns

You oblige and lean down to kiss her, as the kiss ensues you line your cock with her entrance and slowly push in. She digs her nails into your shoulders and moans into your mouth. You were surprised with how long you’ve been able to last without even fucking her yet, but now was the real test. Letting her adjust to your size, her tight wet pussy grabbed onto your length for dear life. Slowly starting to withdraw your hips and push back in you both moan in pure pleasure. “Fuck me” she moans into your ear, before latching her lips onto your neck. You pant and grunt as you start to push in and out of her tight hole. Her legs wrap around your waist keeping your cock in at all times. Speeding up you lean up, Jihyo admiring her work of a dark red hickey on your neck and you thrust harder and faster, delighting in watching her tits bounce with the force of your body. “God you’re so fucking tight Jihyo” You groan, “Your tits look so fucking good holy shit” 

Jihyo, wanting to encourage you even more, grabs hold of her chest and presses them together, toying with her own nipples, even testing her limits, pulling one up to her own mouth, darting her tongue out to lap up her taught nipples. “Oh my fucking god….” you moan, ramping up your speed. Your grip on her small waist tightens and you pull out so that your tip is barely held in by her hole before slamming back into her. At this point you’re both a mess, hungry animals just in search of pleasure and release. You pull out and quickly flip her around, hoisting her hips up and stradling her legs you press your cock back in her to prone bone her. You instantly hit her spot and her head whips back to look at you, “RIGHT THERE FUCK ME RIGHT THERE HARDER!!!” She practically yells. 

You do as you’re told and press her hip into the bed, your other hand gripping into her hair and pulling back as you fuck her harder and faster. Jihyo’s moans readh a new level and her legs start to kick up in pure ecstasy. You lean over and moan into her ear, your back pressed against hers, the sound of your balls hitting her wet pussy adding to the thickness of the room. Your wrap your arm around her head and move her to face you, “You like this JIhyo? Getting fucked by my big cock? Your tight wet pussy, gripping my length?” You urge her on, driving her quickly towards her edge. 

“Oh my god yes baby! Fuck I love it holy shit I love your big cock in me!” Jihyo moans back, spit dripping from the edges of her open mouth. 

“Cum for me Jihyo… cum all over your loverboys cock” You command her, placing your hand around her throat and fucking her harder, deeper, and faster. Jihyo’s moans become even higher in pitch and you can feel her walls start to pulse around you. “I- I’m gonna fuck.. I’m gonna cum baby… I’m gonna cum all over your cock baby!” With that her entire body tenses and twitches in your arms, her eyes shut and her moan cuts out. Her pussy pulsates and wettens around you as you slow your thrusts. You place soft kisses on her neck and shoulder, rubbing her hips and ass to ride out her intense orgasm. After a few minutes she recovers and it takes everything from you not to cum with her. In her post orgasm haze she turns to face you. “I want your cum in me.” she declares. Your eyes lock with hers in shock, “Huh?” you question, thinking it would be too risky. “It’s fine, I’m on the pill anyways… plus if you cum in me I’ll probably cum again too, but I want to see you.”  

“O-okay babe” you reply pulling out as she turns over onto her back again and holding her legs up for you. Her juices drip from her now gaping hole. You line yourself up once again and you push into her, your head falling back at the now familiar feeling of her walls. You want to imprint this view and feeling into your mind, since you didn’t know if it would ever happen again. You lean down and kiss her passionately as you start to fuck her fast and hard, the way she likes. Her tongue dances with yours and her arms find their place around your neck and wrapping up in your hair, her tits pillowing against your chest and her tight pussy squeezing your cock as you fuck her. 

Starting to fuck her even harder and faster her hands move to scratch down your back, her moans again exceeding the sound barrier and her tits bounce freely. You hold her legs open, looking down to see your cock impaling her small body. You spit down onto her pussy and move your hand to rub her clit as you fuck her. “Oh my god fuck! Baby if you do that… oh my god… fuck it feels so good!!” Jihyo’s voice raising in octaves, signifying her pleasure at your doing. The sights and the sounds were starting to become too much, you could feel yourself nearing the edge. “Jihyo.. I- I’m gonna cum soon… Fuck…” you grunt out. 

“Baby keep doing what you’re doing… I’m gonna cum again too… holy shit… Fuck I want your cum in me so bad baby… please cum in me… cum in my tight pussy” Jihyo begs. You fuck her faster and rub her clit just as fast. You start to feel her pussy pulse yet again, but this time it’s wetter. It feels as though her pussy is trying to push you out yet keep you in at the same time. Suddenly Jihyo lets out a loud yelp and your cock is forced out as she squirts all over you, her body racking with intense pleasure. This was it… This was your breaking point. Taking your cock into your hand you quickly jerk off at watching her squirt, you feel yourself about to cum, your toes curl and you start to see stars so you push your cock back inside of her still cumming hole and release your fat load. “Ohhh fuck I’m cumming Jihyo holy shit…” You paint her walls with your thick white cum, both of your bodies twitching and writhing with ecstacy as you both orgasm together. You lean your tired sweaty body ontop of hers, both heaving, your cock still buried and twitching inside of her. 

“Oh my god that felt so good… You came so much in me… Fuck…” Jihyo breathes out. 

“Jihyo.. That was amazing… I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard holy shit” you lightly chuckle, kissing her cheek. After a few moments of catching your breath, you pull out and watch some of your cum escape her overflowing hole. You watch it run down her puckered ass hole and onto your sheets. She lets a hand down to scoop some up and she brings it to her mouth, cleaning her fingers. “Mmm of course it tastes yummy too” She smirks, raising an eyebrow. Jihyo wanting even more moves to lay on her stomach between your legs and cleans off your sensitive cock. She pops off and looks up at you, licking her lips, “So good baby” she moans. The two of you catch your breath and hold each other, cuddled up on the bed for a few minutes before you break the silence, “So… cigarette after sex?” 

[pporappippams]

we’re halfway through june n abyss still hasn’t announced anything literally nothing abt sunmi’s cb i am going toburn that fucking company to the ground

[andreafmn]

Running In Circles - Chapter 2

Word Count: 2,663

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 2/?

Chapter Description: The team goes back to work as Aaron Hotchner considers retiring from the team and spend time with his son. (Y/n) can’t help but provide emotional support for the Hotchner boys.

A/N: I enjoy angst and slow burns way too much XD. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 2

Once it was over, the interviews came. We knew the story. We lived it. The case was open and shut. They could try and make us pint it all on Hotch, the easy way out, but we knew better. And we would stand next to our unit chief whatever the price.

Haley’s funeral was no easier than being at the scene. It was a somber day and the sadness was imprinted in us. We all walked with dropped shoulders and a tight chest. I stood between Derek and Reid, using Morgan as support because I felt that my legs would give out at any moment. My father stood behind me rubbing circles on my back to comfort me. As we laid the roses on top of the casket, we laid to rest the life of Haley, a woman I only knew through the loving words Hotch spoke of.

The group did not know what to do to help the heartbroken man. It would take time to heal even just the smallest bit of his heart. All we could hope for was that he would come back to the team.

At the worst possible moment, the phone rings. No other team available and someone in need, we had to go to work. We all rolled our eyes or shook our heads; this was the job. But would it be the same without him?

I went to Hotch before we left and gave him a hug.

“Call me if you guys need anything,” he said.

“Just take care of your son,” I smiled, and he softly returned one of his own. I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and left to join the team.

On the plane, we were caught up with the case. We stored all our feelings and got the machines running. We needed to finish this quickly and perfectly.

Two women, both brunettes and young, high-powered executives, murdered in their own homes, the floor around them decorated with flower petals. After Emily and Derek visited the crime scene, we had another part of the puzzle, the unsub was stalking his victims. Everything just seemed so perfect and staged, there was no way he was not prepared.

I stayed with JJ in the station working on the announcement and trying to figure something else from the details provided and the crime scene photos, but JJ could see my head wasn’t in it completely for the first time.

“Hey,” she said, taking my attention from the piece of paper I had been eyeing for the past five minutes. “What’s on your mind? Talk to me.”

“Is it wrong that I feel bad for being here?” I sighed. “Working like nothing’s happened.”

“Of course not, we all feel a bit guilty,” she smiled. “I know you most of all.”

My eyes opened in shock.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Everyone knows you have a not-so-secret crush on Hotch,” she laughed. “The only one that can’t see it is him. And probably your dad. Parents can be quite oblivious to their children’s feelings in this way.”

My head flew into my hands to cover the embarrassment that was flooding my cheeks. It was one thing to assume the whole team knew, another was to have it confirmed.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), we’ll see what comes of it. What I can say is that you can’t let this stop you from doing your job.”

She smiled one last time and it was all I needed to push Aaron Hotchner to the back of my mind and bring the case forward.

“Find anything?” My father asked entering the small room at the police station, Reid following behind.

“Several people had access to each home,” I said rubbing my temple. “Housekeeper, gardener, pool cleaner, dog walker…”

“Each with their own key and an alibi to match,” JJ added, an annoyed tone rolling off her tongue.

“Any crossover?”

“None. We even vetted delivery people and utility workers.” I sighed.

“Garcia, do you have anything?” Reid said, sitting down.

“There’s no hits at the prints at all. But I did what Sir Derek there asked, and I created a paper trail,” Penny explained. “There’s no cross-over between the two victims themselves in the weeks leading up to their murders, but they did run in similar circles.”

Penelope continued to explain how both victims lived quite a lavish and high-class lifestyle as Emily and Derek joined us. We figured this man would fit right in this crowd. Educated, intelligent, a gentleman. What we had yet to pinpoint was how the unsub entered the homes with no signs of forced entry. It was clear we were not going to make any headway tonight and Derek knew it too. So, he decided we should be done for the day and we would come back tomorrow well-rested and with fresh eyes.

That night I laid in the bed of my hotel room staring at the ceiling. All I could think of was Hotch and everything he was going through. I could only imagine.

And as if by fate, my phone rang. Aaron Hotchner.

“Hello?”

“Oh,” Hotch said surprised. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I haven’t been able to sleep.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I guess I’m just worried about you.”

He chuckled softly. “You really shouldn’t.”

“But I do, Hotch.”

He stayed silent, only his slow breathing was heard through the phone.

“Did I fail her?��� He asked after some minutes of comfortable silence.

“Absolutely not.”

“I promised her that I would catch Foyet and spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

“And you still can.”

“But” he exhaled loudly. “How?”

“By being the best father you can be to Jack and continue living your life in the best way you can.”

“You know, Dave told me that I had to figure out what kind of father I wanted to be and then I’d know what to do. But I have no idea what that is.”

“Hotch…”

“I’m serious,” he interrupted. “I don’t know what kind of father I am. I catch killers. I save lives. I’m a hero until my key hits the front door, and then I’m just the father who’s never there. Haley was raising Jack all by herself and that was my support blanket. I was able to do my job because I knew he was cared for by another parent. A better parent.”

He sobbed softly as the last words escaped his mouth.

“I’m going to stop you right there,” I said, trying my best not to sound angry. “To that little boy, you are the only real hero that exists. He knows that when you’re not home it’s because you’re out here catching the bad guys like Foyet and making the world better for his sake. He knows that everything you do is out of love for him.

You know, when I was little my dad was absent quite a lot because of this job, but there was one thing that I knew for sure, that he loved me more than anything and that he worked better and faster because he wanted to come back home to me. And never ever have I resented him for leaving and catching the bad guys. He’s the reason I became an FBI agent.

You are an amazing father and anything you choose will be the right thing for Jack.”

After a minute of sobs, Hotch started to calm down.

“Thank you, (Y/N). You have no idea how much I needed that right now,” he cleared his throat. “How’s the case going?”

“Nope,” I laughed. “Not going to talk about the case.”

“Really?” He chuckled.

“Yes, Hotch. Take a breather. You deserve it.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, and I could hear his smile through the phone.

We had been talking for about an hour when I heard him yawn.

“Seems you’re getting sleepy there, Hotchner.” I laughed. “We should both get some rest. If it’s 3 am over here it must be 2 am in Washington. So, good night and see you soon.”

“Good night, (Y/N). Again, thank you. Sweet dreams.” And he hung up.

And finally, I drifted to sleep.

The next morning, we were up and ready for business.

“We believe our unsub is already with his next victim,” my father started. “If he matches the patter, she’ll be a successful woman, probably brunette, early 30s to mid-40s. She’ll be at home in Nashville’s upper echelon.”

“This means that he fits in,” I explained. “He drives the right car, he wears the right clothes, he’s highly intelligent. He probably comes from a place of status.”

“This guy’s sociable and he’s endearing,” said Morgan. “You would never suspect that this man is capable of murder. But he will do whatever it takes to protect the fantasy that he’s trying to relive.”

“It’s this fantasy which fuels his drive. He’s reliving a romantic evening and recreating it with each of his victims.”

“He most likely had a relationship taken away from him,” Derek crossed his arms. “So, look at men who have lost loved ones or have gone through a messy divorce.”

After finishing with the profile, we set out to establishments that fit the criteria to possibly get a suspect. As we worked, we got a call. Another crime scene, but this one was different.

A male victim. Overkill on the female. Something made him change his M.O.

Out in the garage, Reid and I looked for any sort of clues and I noticed his sight direct to the car. There may be another way we could connect the victims and how the unsub made their way into their homes.

Finally, Garcia had something with the hunch Spencer had figured. She overlaid all the geographical routes the victims had taken against the geo profile to show what we were missing with any paper trail. Although it was not a clear answer, Erika Silverman was the only one that did not fit the extravagant lifestyle and she only went and came from her work or her home. Except on Tuesday, where she went to the Botanical Gardens, what was she doing there? JJ, Reid, and I left for the gardens to find out.

And just as we had suspected, there had been an event to which Erika had attended. And a puzzle piece revealed itself.

“An event up here would be a hard sell for women in heels,” JJ commented.

“Well, most of our private events hire valets to drive the cars down to the base of the park so they don’t have to hike it up the hill.”

“Who had access to your keys but goes unseen?” Reid asked.

“And to your GPS,” I added.

“Dealerships program your home address into the navigation system before your car even leaves the lot.”

“He had turn-by-turn directions straight to her front door and the keys to get him inside,” I pointed.

We now had how he got his victims and how he entered their house without force. Now, all we had to do was pinpoint his next victim and see who he was.

JJ was instructed to get dad and Prentiss to pick up the owner of the valet service used in the event, and Derek, Reid, and I stayed behind to canvass the employees. We could catch this guy in action unless he had already gotten his next victim.

Joe Belser. That was our unsub. With the profile, the owner was able to point out the suspect quickly. And off we were.

JJ, Reid, and I headed to the venue and the rest of the team went to Belser’s house. He wasn’t in the apartment, but they had found the meaning behind the roses and universal garage door openers. In the venue, Reid called Garcia to see which of the VIP guests could be the next potential victim.

Ann Herron was the next victim, and he was already at her house.

“FBI! PUT IT DOWN!” Derek screamed, blinding Joe with his flashlight. I walked in from behind Derek and kneed Belser’s stomach. He fell to the ground groaning and Emily grabbed the man by the throat to immobilize him.

“Fantasy’s over,” she spat. “Is that what you did to them? You hit them to shut them up and then forced them to play along with your sick delusion?”

 “I love them,” Joe said sinisterly.

“You’re finally gonna meet your soulmate, Joe,” I added from behind Prentiss. “In prison.”

“Only you’re not gonna be able to push him around like you did those women,” Emily continued. “And when he comes for you in the middle of the night, when you’re least expecting it, you do me a favor. Play along.” 

She stood the man up forcibly and put him in handcuffs and I went outside to check on the victim.

“How is she?” Derek asked walking out of the house with my father.

“She’s strong,” I said closing the ambulance door. “She’ll make it. But you don’t survive something like that without scars.”

“Scars remind us where we’ve been,” my father commented. “They don’t have to dictate where we’re going.”

He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my head as we walked back to the SUVs, finally on our way home.

The next day, I called up my dad so he would accompany me to Haley’s grave. Something told me I had to go. At the cemetery, I saw what the pull was. Sitting in front of the headstone less grave was Hotch. I walked up to him first, my father close behind. Hotch lifted his head and stared into my eyes, sitting up slightly.

“I had a feeling I’d find you here,” I spoke softly. “Have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?” He mused.

“That you’re coming back to the team,” my father joined his left side. Hotch looked at him. “That fighting the bad guys is who you are.”

Hotch lowered his head and shook it. “I don’t have to tell her. She already knows.”

I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and gave him a soft smile. My father did the same and walked to my side, so we’d retreat, giving Hotch some space.

“So, do you want me to drive you back to your house?” My father asked.

“No,” I smiled. “I’m gonna stay with Hotch for a bit and then I’ll go home.”

“Okay, darling.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll pick you up on Monday then. Ciao, Mia Bella.”

“Bye, dad.”

Once my dad left, I sat down on a bench and waited for Hotch.

“(Y/N), you’re still here?” Hotch questioned with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, thought you might want some company.”

“Truthfully,” he chuckled. “I do. Thank you.”

“How about this, we pick up Jack, you guys come over and I crack open a present I had for Jack.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he motioned me to his car. “Let’s go.”

We drove quietly to his apartment, only the low volume of the radio and the sound of our breathing could be heard. It didn’t take long to arrive at the complex, where he opened the car door for me and led me upstairs. Inside apartment #121, was Jessica Brooks, Haley’s sister, and Jack playing a card game.

“(Y/N)!” Jack screamed as soon as I walked through the door, running to give me a hug.

“Hey, buddy!” I hugged back.

“Hotch, you’re back,” she exclaimed. “Good to see you again, (Y/N).”

“Good to see you, too,” I smiled. “How you holding up?”

“As good as I can be.” She answered as she began to gather her things. “Well, I’ll see you soon. Bye, little guy.”

“Bye, Aunt Jessica.”

“Bye, guys.” She said as she left.

“Hey, little man,” I directed to Jack. “I’ve got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“How about you to pack a go-bag and you and dad come over so we can open a present I have for you?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed as he sped off to his room to pack.

“I think you should go help him,” I smiled at Hotch. “If I have any memory of being a kid, they’re not very good at packing.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Maybe I should.”

I waited for both father and son to pack for the night asking myself why I was putting myself in this position. Growing closer to a man I had a 0% chance with. But I couldn’t help it. All in all, he was my friend, and he needed all the support he could get.

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A/N: if you wish to be tagged for the next parts, please let me know. I’d be happy to. <3

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 14]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; shower sex!!!, filming sex videos, dirty talk, intoxication, thigh riding 😗🤤, this chapter is basically pwp LOOOL this ones def a shorter chapter cuz i ended up working on some other things that are comin’ up soon 😳😏!! I’ll post a notice about that tomorrow hehe~💕 Also… I think I’ve decided when and where I’m going to end Cherry Bomb😭😭 I know that comes as a bit of a shock but I’ve been drafting the future chapters in between posting the last few recent chapters and basically everything’s already set up…(more on that next week) 💕 But I wanna say thank you as always for your continued interest and support on CB!! It means so much to me🥺💕!! Anytime I see a cherry I'm just like 👀👀 I must have that!! But also, I’m excited for future series as well!! 💕✨ For now, enjoy ch 14 and have a great rest of your weekend!! 💕🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - ? 

Seungcheol tells you he’s going to be a little late in picking you up from work,  Wednesday afternoon.

You had easily agreed and told him to take his time as you sat in a booth chatting with Jun while you waited.

“Wow, I just... I can’t believe you’re really stopping Saturday streams… I mean, kinda makes sense though, now that I think about it.”

You hum in response, pouting up at Jun who cleans up the booth in front of you. You had put up the notice on your homepage earlier in the day that you would be stopping Saturday cam shows and that instead, you would be uploading pre-recorded content on Saturdays in its place. “Yeah, I’m used to the filming schedule but Seungcheol’s right, y’know? We can’t film on the side and still keep my normal camming schedule. We’d be too tired.”

“‘We’, huh? It really switched from just you to you and Seungcheol-hyung.” Jun laughs a little as your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah… It’s not… bad, is it?”

Jun pauses, almost dropping the plate he was holding when he turns to face you properly. “Nah… well… I don’t think so? I don’t really mind and your channel seems to have only grown since so it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. If anything you’ve gained a bigger following since. I don’t doubt that hyung’s brought in some viewers on his own too.”

You nod quietly, simmering in your own thoughts. 

At first, you thought Seungcheol would only show up in your cam shows every now and then, aside from filming the pre-recorded videos. But he’d easily become part of every single one since the two of you had met, even with his hesitation at first. Living together had only made it easier and even Seungcheol found himself looking forward to filming with you and trying new things.

“Hey, your phone is ringing. Aren’t you gonna pick up?”

You check the caller ID to see that it’s Seungcheol, quickly picking up the call.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside, baby, let’s go~!”

He’s giddy once you get inside his car and he’s still giddy when you get home; confusion on your features when he starts grabbing the grocery bags from the trunk of the car.

“You ran the groceries? You should’ve told me, I would’ve gone with you!” You grab a few of the bags yourself, helping Seungcheol as he fiddles with the car keys to lock it.

“It’s okay, I just grabbed some wine for us and some things I forgot we needed. But I thought we should celebrate a little!”

“Celebrate? For what, ‘Cheollie?”

He grins, keeping silent until the two of you reach the door to the apartment. “‘Cheol~ C’mon tell me!” Unlocking the apartment door, he lets you in first before he closes the door behind himself.

“I just thought we could relax n’ drink a ‘lil, y’know? You started working yesterday and your channel has been doing so well so I thought we should celebrate! I know it’s been a wild couple of weeks so I think you deserve it!”

You smile back at him, laughing under your breath as you start to help him put the groceries away.

“You’re so silly, but, okay!”  

One glass of wine quickly turns into two and then into three as you and Seungcheol down more than half the bottle of expensive wine he’d picked up from the store.

“Oh my god, Seungcheol, stoooop. I’m ticklish!” You giggle drunkenly, leaning into Seungcheol’s side as his free hand slides underneath your shirt to tease your skin. He keeps his other hand wrapped tight around a glass of wine, careful to not spill it on the sofa as you squirm next to him.

“Exactly the point, baby.” He mutters against your hair, equally as drunk as you. The alcohol was already making him feel hot and somewhat sensitive to your small breathy noises. “Hey, I wanna try somethin’ if you’re up for it.” You pull away from him slightly, tilting your head up to meet his hazy eyes.

“Okay, whaddya wanna try?”

Seungcheol smirks as he pats his lap and you quickly catch onto what he wants. You ease off the sofa from his side and onto his lap before his hand is on your waist and guiding you until you’re situated on his thigh instead.

“Think you can cum just using my thigh?” He slurs out; drunken eyes blinking hard to focus on you.

“Think? I know I can~ I’ve had to get off with less so this’ll be a piece of cake!”

You get yourself a little more comfortable on his thigh, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for deciding to change into one of Seungcheol’s shirts and a pair of panties before the two of you had eased onto the sofa with the wine.

Seungcheol rests against the cushions as he watches you, simultaneously bringing the glass of wine to his mouth as he takes a generous sip. “Lemme see you, baby. Make yourself cum on my thigh.”

Nodding, you lick your parched lips as your eyes flutter shut. You focus on the feeling of his denim clad thigh underneath you; grinding against him and moaning as the rough fabric only adds to the pleasure that quickly starts to build. “Oh, S-Seungcheol…”

“That’s right, baby. Make yourself feel good for me.”

It doesn’t take very long before your panties are soaking and the addition of the alcohol coursing through your body only makes you feel infinitely warmer and much more sensitive.

“You’re already soaking through my jeans, baby. Does it feel that good?” Smirking, Seungcheol tenses up his thigh just as you throw your head back; too lost in your own pleasure to properly hear him. He bounces his leg once in an attempt to get your attention, but he finds it futile as you only grind against him harder.

“Fuck, Seu--Seungcheol!” You whine, still only focused on yourself and your pleasure as he laughs; still sounding distant to your ears.

“You really are gonna cum, huh? I mean, you’re already soaking through your  panties like it’s nothing. Shit, you’d look so pretty just grinding against a fuckin’ pillow right now, begging me to let you cum while I just watched you...”

Seungcheol licks his lips, foggy eyes trained on the wet patch of fabric on his jeans as you start to grind against him quicker. He brings the glass of wine to his lips, finishing off the rest of it before precariously setting the glass down a little further away from the two of you on the sofa.

His hands grip your waist, slowing you down only slightly as he tenses the muscles in his thigh again.

“Please, please, please…” Mumbling, your head rolls forward and your foggy eyes blink open to meet Seungcheol’s equally intoxicated stare.

“Cum. Get my thigh fuckin’ soaked and then I’ll fuck your cute ‘lil pussy just how you want.”

Your panties stick to you like a second skin and only add on to the friction that has you quicking tumbling over the edge of an orgasm. You let out a shaky breath, thighs clamped tight around Seungcheol’s own as your body slumps forward into his warm chest; pleasure washing over you in an instant as you cum.

“Don’t get tired on me now, baby.” Whispering against your hair, he smiles watching your thighs tremble and he eats up the way you whine and whimper against his chest as the waves of your orgasm continue to wash over your body.

“Can you still stand?”

You drunkenly stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror; admiring the post orgasmic bliss that’s apparent all over your features as you stand in front of it completely naked.

“Come over here, baby.” Seungcheol coos, already just as naked as you are as he waits in front of the shower door. “The camera’s already recording and the water is hot.”

“Okay~”

You walk over to him; inner thighs still coated in your wetness as you lick your lips. It was Seungcheol’s idea to film in the shower, saying that the steam from the hot water would keep him from being seen completely as long as he fucked you from behind with your frontside pressed against the glass.

He lets you step in first before he follows suit, shutting the door behind himself. “We’ll let the shower steam up a ‘lil more, huh?” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

Seungcheol tastes just like the wine from earlier as you melt underneath his touch and his hands thread through your hair, kissing you and walking you backwards until your back meets the wet glass.

“Fuck, baby, I should’ve eaten you out earlier. I wanna fuckin’ taste how sweet you are on my tongue.” His words are muffled against your own lips as you mewl in return before teasingly biting his bottom lip.

“You can eat me out for breakfast~” You entice, voice still slightly slurred from the alcohol as Seungcheol pulls away.

“Don’t tempt me ‘cause you know I will.”

He spins you around; letting you press your palms against the fogged up glass as you jut your ass out towards him. Through the foggy glass, only your frontside can be seen by the camera that Seungcheol had haphazardly set onto the opposite counter.

“Still so fuckin’ wet too. You were so pretty cumming on my thigh earlier, baby.” He reaches a hand between your legs, fingertips ghosting through your wet folds as you groan.

“P-please just fuck me! I--I already came o-once and my p-pussy felt so, ah, empty without y-your cock…”

Laughing under his breath, Seungcheol makes sure to not lean forward too much as he places his hands firmly on your waist to readjust your body before wrapping a hand around his cock. “Shit you’re so cute when you beg.”

You wiggle your hips at him; hazy eyes focused on water droplets on the glass. “Please, I, mmh, need y-you...”

Seungcheol positions the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by only sliding the head in as you whine. “Nooo, I n-need more than t-that…” 

He smirks at your backside, taking pity on you as he slowly starts to sink his cock into your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby...” His brows furrow in concentration just as the grip on your waist tightens and Seungcheol finds himself already starting a quicker pace the second he bottoms out. 

“Oh, g-god, yes! Fuck, you feel s-so good!” Whining, you work your hips back as you meet Seungcheol's thrusts; walls already clamping down hard onto him. “Your c-cock is so, ah, b-big and fuckin’ fills m-my pussy so, ngh, good!” 

You rest the side of your head and your chest against the cool glass as Seungcheol’s thrusts keep you pressed firm against it. “That's right, baby. Only my cock fills you up this perfectly, huh?” He smirks, angling his thrusts to tap your g-spot as you moan loudly. 

“Yes, fuh--fuck, only your cock gets, ngh, me t-this wet!” 

Choked sobs leave your lips as Seungcheol focuses on his and your pleasure and he can already feel his cock throbbing, his own body just as sensitive as yours from all the alcohol the two of you had earlier. 

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty ‘lil cunt and then once we get cleaned up, I’ll fuck you in our bed too. Make you sleep with my cum inside your pretty body and then eat you out in the morning until you’re cumming on my tongue.” 

You clench around Seungcheol’s cock at his words, nodding gently as you let out a soft cry. “P-please, I want it...” 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as he doubles his pace and slowly sneaks a hand around until his fingertips are on your clit. He starts pinching and rubbing circles on the swollen nub as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You wanna cum, don’t you? Your pussy is fuckin’ sucking me in deeper, I can barely move, baby~” 

“A-ah, yes, please, pl--please cum with me... I wanna feel, mmh, you c-cumming inside me when I cum t-too...” You voice is soft and breathy; head feeling muddled as the pleasure almost becomes too much for your sensitive body. 

Seungcheol finds himself quickly losing his rhythm as well, groans spilling from his lips. “Cum with me, baby. I want you to feel, ngh, good with m-me.�� 

His fingertips on your clit press down harder, hoping to throw you over the edge of another orgasm just as Seungcheol feels himself about to cum too. 

“Fuck!” 

There’s a growl on Seungcheol’s lips as his orgasm begins to crest and in the midst of his high, he can feel the way your walls flutter around his cock as you cum with him. Your small whimpers and cries bounce off the glass and you can feel your legs shaking as Seungcheol works you both through your orgasm.

“Ngh, I can f-feel how m-much you came inside of m-me...” 

Seungcheol gives it a second as the two of you catch your breath; his hands massaging your skin as your body threatens to give way. He slides his cock from inside of you as you moan at the emptiness and Seungcheol is quick to wrap an arm around you waist before you collapse onto the shower floor. 

“Tired?” You can only nod gently as you rest against Seungcheol’s shoulder.  “Guess no round two in bed, huh? I can feel you shaking against me, baby.” 

The two of you share a tired laugh before Seungcheol pulls you under the hot stream of water; fully ready to get you cleaned up and tucked under the sheets as quickly as he can.

“No, but--but I still fully expect to be eaten out for breakfast.”

“Deal.”

[moonlightchn]

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙'𝖘 𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗 ✒

Hello, this is (not) JYPE,

just for the funsies, I decided I'll steal @cb-museclub idea and do a small prompt game thingy for a bit! This game will be open from SUNDAY 24TH-SUNDAY 8TH (2 weeks), but you can start sending your asks NOW! You're allowed to request anything from the list below with any of the Chans or send in your own scenario uwu

The rules are v simple, just send through asks

- One Chan + Pairing* + Prompt number

- One Chan + Pairing* + Your own starter/scenario

- Optional: Type of relationship, trope.

*If a y/n, feel free to specify what pronouns you're more comfortable with!

Please notice that no matter the prompt you pick, the Chans are still the same Chans and the scenarios will develop differently depending on who you pick! Regardless of this, all scenarios are works of fiction and therefore won't follow bot relationships.

Keep reading for the prompts list!

Prompts- taken and reorganized from soulmemes

A- The soft ones

1- “ keep your eyes closed. ”

2- “ it was an accident! ”

3- “ did you do it? ”

4- “ I’ll walk you home. ”

5- “ of course I noticed. I notice everything about you. ”

6- “ you don’t owe me anything. ”

7- “ was it you? did you do all this? ”

8- " nobody's ever made me feel the way you do. "

9- " come on! dance with me! "

10- “ what time does your shift end? I can pick you up, we’ll get dinner? ”

11- “ I love flirting with you, but I’d have even more fun dating you. ”

B- The sad ones

12- “ hey, everything’s gonna be fine. stay where you are, I’m on my way. ”

13- “I need to know what happened. ”

14- “ something is clearly bothering you- ”

15- “ you deserve better. ”

16- " hey, now... I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna stay right here. right with you. "

17- " I love it when you smile! I wish you'd do it all the time... "

18- “ I think this is where we part ways. ”

19- " whoa... hey, now, who made you cry? "

C- The angsty ones

20- “ how could you think that?! ”

21- “ you think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?! ”

22- " you're so full of light, and I'm terrified that I'll be the one who quenches it! "

23- " why do you stick around with misery-guts like me? "

24- “ what did you just say? ”

25- “ don’t do that. don’t act like you don’t give a damn. ”

26- “ we both know there’s nothing here for me. not really. but you… you have a whole life here, ready and waiting to be lived. ”

[freakygirlie]

YEs! Please give your take on the J&G PR show. I'm relatively new to the fandom and have only recently begun watching interviews/cons. One thing that's always bothered me (even before I started shipping j2 and being on the fence about tinhatting), was how MUCH J tries to talk about Gen...but always in the SAME way. Like everytime he has to talk about "fave moment" etc, it's always the same exact answer. When he talks about how amazing she is, it's always the same narrative and tone too. I get that there are people out there who like to talk about their SO whenever possible, but for me it always felt so forced and cringey. Which. He comes off as someone who's desperately trying to paint his spouse in an amazing light, tooting her horn etc, while the rest of the world is left scratching their heads when she doesn't measure up. It's all so weird. Now especially with all this PR stuff for Walker when she is no where near being the female lead. I feel bad for Lindsey. Like, J and LINDSEY should being doing all the joint interviews.

Hi anon! Welcome to the fandom! Hope you have fun(or as much fun as possible) scrolling through our fandom and tinhat blogs if you’re looking to be persuaded!<33

I’m going to start this off by first saying: I’m not a gigantic stan of Gen’s or Jay and G’s marriage. Tbvh even before i became a tinhat, or found out that there were people who shipped them/believed they were together, I wasn’t overly invested in any of the J’s marriages. I’ve always been a big fan of j2 first and foremost, and then came the rest. 

Now, for my take on the J&G pr show. Let’s go a little further back, just a tiny summary-ish of my thoughts and then we’ll tackle recent events. 

Everything you’ve said anon, is exactly what I think, and so so very true. Sometimes, I don’t know what het stans see in the marriage. I remember watching some of their interactions before I got involved in the tinhatting part of the fandom and always, I would always get such weird vibes from it. Forget the interactions, everything J says about her felt so forced. It was like he was trying to make her out to be this perfect goddess when she wasn’t. 

If I was a het stan or wanted to become one i would’ve hightailed it outta there in a week or something. Has anyone ever noticed that whenever Jared and Gen get asked about their marriage all they can say is: Working relationship is excellent! She’s a great mother! Handles everything so well! I fell in love with her on s4! Working relationship, kids, work, kids, mother, father, THAT’S IT! You’d think after 11 years of marriage they’d find something else to say about each other. It’s always the same narrative, same tone, same answer, GOD. It’s so boring and flat, idk how ppl put up with it. The contrast in how Jared talks about Jensen and his relationship with him and when he talks about Gen and his relationship with her IS HUGE. You can see it for yourself anon. J talks so much about G and that wouldn’t be a bad thing! Who wouldn’t love their S/O hyping them up and loving them all the time? And it’d be beautiful to witness...if it wasn’t the same thing over and over and over again. Look at the recent ‘The Talk CBS’ interview. They’re still hyping the marriage up(after 11 years!) like they’re trying to prove something is there even when it’s not. And even then, it’s all work, kids, work, kids. I don’t want to know about your work and kids! We’ve heard it a billion times! If you’re so in love, why can’t you find the chance to say something about each other as a couple?? Like that’s the shit i’d be into, I want to know about you guys, as a couple as a team! But instead we get the same recycled shit all over again. It’s so weird and so suspicious. 

Now let’s talk about recent events. Let’s break a couple things here before we can address the absolute shitstorm that has been recent events, regarding the amount of PR Gen’s been getting despite being a guest star on the show.

What is Gen’s character on Walker? Cordell’s dead wife, Emily. The storyline is about her. Finding her murderer and solving her case, moving on from her death as a family. In case you haven’t seen Walker, it’s similar to the finding dad/mom’s killer storyline on spn. That’s the main goal, but there are quite a few other things sprinkled in between. Gen is a guest star. REMEMBER THAT.

What is Lindsey’s character on Walker? Micki Ramirez, Cordell’s partner, co-lead of the show, she has her own stable relationship with Jeff Pierre’s character Trey, her own backstory and storyline revolving around her mother and her being the first female as well as WOC and a Latina Texas Ranger. She’s learning to trust others, to do her job despite the discrimination, and to build meaningful relationships. Lindsey is a co-lead of the show. REMEMBER THAT.

Now normally, the leads would be promoting the show giving joint interviews and getting all sorts of press for it. Who are the leads? Jared and Lindsey. Who are not the leads? Gen. 

Why is she getting this much amount of attention and press when she’s a guest star on Walker?! Why is the co-lead being ignored and passed up for interviews??? Jared and LINDSEY should be the one giving joint interviews, not Jared and Gen. This is blatant nepotism. 

Some of the excuses for this situation are(which I will shoot down right before your eyes):

-It’s a pandemic: Um, so what video calling suddenly ceased to exist? Honey, CBS has given interviews with 2 people from 2 different places. Did y’all forget about the J2 interview where they were in two different locations? Why can’t this be done with Jared and Lindsey? Not to mention, controlled environments, masks, covid protocols exist! If entire episodes of TV shows are being filmed, why the hell can’t one small interview be too????

-They live together: This one is just dumb actually. Gen shouldn’t be getting this much press ON PRINCIPLE because she is a guest star!!!! In that case, Lindsey and Jared film everyday! Why can’t an interview happen then??? Including Gen in every interview Jared does is going to garner too much attention ALREADY HAS!!! Her living with him has nothing to do with her getting this amount of PR especially because whenever an interview is done with her, it’s always about her character!(the same line too: ‘’There’s more to come’’) her projects!(Towwn, her blog) and their marriage!(more PR). There’s nothing in their about Mantra, or Jared’s character or any of the other storylines! If you think fans aren’t going to be mad about it, do i have something to show you

-Only tinhats are complaining!: Nope. Lindsey stans are too, heck even het stans have found it odd. Do a little research. Lindsey has barely gotten any press for her very important and influential character on Walker. Gen’s barely there, dead character is getting wayyyyy too much attention.

-The storyline revolves around Emily: Saying that Gen should get all the interviews because the story is finding Emily’s killer is like saying JDM or Samantha should have gotten all the interviews in SPN because the story was finding dad/mom’s killer. If Emily was being played by another actress, she would have been number 7 or smth on the call sheet. She wouldn’t be getting this much amount of attention.

So why isn’t Lindsey getting press for her character? Why haven’t we even gotten a single selfie of Jared and Lindsey on set? You want to use the pandemic or storyline excuse for that one as well? 

Now yesterday, there was a war of sorts on Twitter regarding this very issue. After some time the acc @/TheWalkerWiki provided some info on as to why Lindsey wasn’t getting press. They’d said they had emailed her manager and found out that Lindsey had REFUSED press. She was on a hiatus. 

Let’s debunk this as well? Here we go!

@/TheWalkerWiki is a very genuine and helpful account. I have no doubt these emails are true. However the reasons that her manager and publicist have given...

No actress would willingly refuse press like this. It’s like kissing your career goodbye for fuck’s sake. Lindsey’s character is a lead, a female lead, WOC and a Latina, that sort of representation is so important! If they keep refusing press this way, people who don’t know about J&G’s PR team, will automatically think this is WOC hate. And all of us who know Jared, KNOW that Jared would never have interviews refused for Lindsey simply because she’s a women of color. Forget Jared, Lindsey would never do that.

And if she’s on a press hiatus...what about the promo she’s doing for her movie Skylines??? What about this and this interview she’s done for Walker(these are the only 2 I know of, and they too are solo and short.) Those emails are dated March 3rd. The show began on January 21st. What about all the interviews before March? What about NOW? In April??? Its the 22nd of April today(happy birthday JDM!<3). Where’s the explanation for this??? She’s been doing PR for her movie, what about her RIGHTFUL PR for Walker???

Long story short, it’s cross PR work. J&G’s PR have interfered with Lindsey’s. She’s made to keep quite about Walker(at least until the 1st season is over I’m assuming, till Emily’s storyline gets wrapped up) so someone else can ride the newfound success of the show, as well as Jared’s coattails, so they can get all the PR. It’s nepotism, blatant PR of J&G’s marriage. 

I feel terrible for Lindsey and her stans. They don’t know what a shitstorm they walked into.

Now what about the recent interview, The Talk CBS, J&G’s one. God, I’ve seen better interviews. It was the same forced, uncomfortable stance rearing it’s ugly head again, the same stance Jared always takes when in an interview with her. Body language says so much. Jared looked terribly uncomfortable and nervous. They were their same weird selves like they always are, the same awkward moves around each other and whatnot. Lord.

And the interview itself? Nothing but PR for Gen. It was about Gen’s character, her blog, her Towwn project, their marriage, the same boring narrative they’ve stuck to for the past 11 years. And the way they kept saying she was the star of the show??? Hun no. She ain’t. Lindsey is, but y’all are passing her up in the favor of the other star’s wife. They even included that zero chemistry shower video in the interview dhjdjfkslf. It was pointless. Mantra didn’t get any promo, Walker(except for dear old emily) didn’t get any promo, it was just another one of those ‘’let’s convince you we’re in a happy marriage together!’’ interview.

And Gen’s latest post about it. Have y’all looked at the caption?

‘‘don’t take our faces too seriously, i promise we had a good time’‘ THE FACT THAT SHE HAD TO SPECIFY THIS. It’s so highly sus. Not subtle.

And then the things that happened today. Linds reposting the cbs interview post on her acc with the caption ‘’TV’s Hottest Power Couple!’’ , her interacting with fans as if to reassure them she’s here, a sudden glitter magazine interview, Jared(or should I say Gen bc his recent tweet and ig story was not his regular posting/captioning style) on twitter qrting Gen’s post with that sus af caption. I’m completely sure Gen did that. She even replied like 3 minutes later to it. Back in the day spn goss would have jumped on this like anything. Because hello??? Sus as fuck behavior. I smell damage control. 

well there you go. go nuts. i’ve said it. i’m praying for the lindsey stans because see I don’t blame them in the slightest for getting fucking mad about the lack of attention towards Lindsey. 

wow this was long.

[ellavorer]

What did you think...? (1/2)

Okay, so this monster of a fic has been in the works since March and I finally got the inspiration to finish it a few days ago, with me finally finishing it last night.

Now, I was initially apprehensive about writing a vore fic for this fandom because it's a very small fandom. But, if no one else is gonna write vore for them, I will. So, if any normal fans of Family Ties find this on their dashboard, I am so, so sorry.

I might do a Part 2 of this fic if I get a good enough response.

I'd also like to give partial credit to @that-one-fandom-vore-blog, as I took inspiration from a Newsies vore RP we did back in the summer. I also took a little inspiration from their LSOH Shifter!Fic.

If any of you want to watch Family Ties (hope you don't mind me giving you a free commercial), the complete series is on CBS All Access with your subscription. I'm not sponsored (obviously), I just really want you guys to watch Family Ties. Ellen Reed only appears in Season 4 and in the Season 5 finale (because it was actually of a held-back episode from Season 4), but I think she should've become a main character in Season 5.

Okay, so warnings for vore, panic, mention/fear of accidental fatal vore, mention of possible belly kink.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Alex shut the door behind him as he ran into the house. His breathing got more shallow as the seconds passed. He un-did his neck tie in a fruitless attempt to help himself breathe better, but it didn't help.

His stomach continued to growl loudly as he stumbled across the room. He hadn't eaten for... eight hours? Ten? He didn't know. The pangs in his stomach just got worse when he tried to remember how long he had gone without food.

"No, I can't! Not tonight! Not tonight!" Alex shouted as his height began to fluctuate.

He hated being a shifter.

Alex was thirteen when he learned about his... ability. He had missed both breakfast AND lunch that day: breakfast, because all three of the kids were late for school and lunch, because he was too distracted by an extra school assignment he gave himself. One of the held-back eighth graders was bothering Skippy and he had tried to defuse the situation. It was just about to get physical when something in Alex snapped. He felt his height grow until he hit the first floor ceiling of the building and he shoved the eighth grader in his mouth in a nervous attempt to scare him. But the eighth grader kept moving and kicking and fighting, causing Alex's reflexes to kick in and swallow the kid.

He did immediately cough the eighth grader up and a teacher quickly got involved. His parents were called and he spent the rest of the week at home, but he still remembered how awful the next few months were at school. Everyone trying to avoid eye contact with him, the looks on their faces whenever his stomach growled in class, and...

But he couldn't do it tonight. He had promised Ellen that he would--

He didn't have time to think before his height was fully set in his giant form. He cried out in pain when his head hit the ceiling.

I reiterate... he hated being a shifter.

It was a constant meticulous planning of where to go to shift so that it wouldn't flare up at an inconvenient time. He was lucky that his parents and siblings were out of town at the moment.

It was even harder to try to hide it now that he was in a relationship.

How would Ellen react if she knew that he was a monster?

She would leave him, she would... she would...

There was a knock at the door.

"Alex?"

He jolted at the sound of Ellen's voice, causing him to once again hit his head against the ceiling. "Ow!"

"Alex? Are you okay?" Ellen asked from outside.

"Yeah, I'm... m'fine," Alex called.

Of course she had to come now. Well, it was their plan for the night, but the original plan didn't involve his abilities flaring up.

The pain in his chest increased as he saw the door open and Ellen step in.

"St-- stay there! D-- don't come in!" he warned.

Ellen didn't listen as she turned on the lights. Her gaze followed the sound of Alex's voice, her heart leaping in surprise when her eyes finally landed on him.

"Alex?!"

Alex whimpered, curling up as much as he could into the corner. Another hunger pang hit and he rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to calm it. "Y-- you need to leave. Please," he whimpered. "I-- I-- I don't want to hurt you, Ellen."

Ellen's brows furrowed in confusion and concern. She walked closer to Alex, which only added to his anxiousness. "Alex, what happened?" Ellen asked, placing her tiny hand against the back of his hand, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand. "And what makes you think you could hurt me? It's still you, even if you are a shifter. How come you didn't tell me?"

Alex quickly jerked his hand away, panting as he felt his heart speed up. He wiped away at his tears, not wanting her to see that he had been crying. Guilt swept through him as she asked her question about him not telling her the truth. 

I lied to her.

"Nothing happened, Ellen. I-- I-- I just..." he stammered.

He finally gathered courage to look at her, revealing his blue eyes had turned cloudy.

Ellen also felt guilty, seeing the look on his face. She should've known not to ask such a question when he was clearly hurting. "I'm sorry, Alex. I just need you to look at me... just focus on me, can you do that, please? And I need you to take some deep breaths, okay? Like this."

She demonstrated for him, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Alex tried to join in, but his breaths came out shaky as he kept thinking of his fears of hurting her. Ellen kept reassuring him, though, alternating between calming words of encouragement and taking deep breaths with him. She reached for his hand again.

"Alex, it's okay. Just focus on me and keep breathing, okay? You're doing great."

"But I-- I could hurt you--" he wheezed.

"No, you won't. I'm not scared of you," she told him sincerely.

She's not scared? Alex thought, confused.

"But..."

"There's nothing for me to be scared of," Ellen said simply. "It doesn't change the fact that you're still the same man I fell in love with."

With a shuddering sigh, Alex felt himself begin to calm down. Though, he tensed up slightly once again as Ellen climbed up onto his stomach and began absentmindedly tracing circles against the fabric of his shirt.

There was a part of Alex's subconscious that told him he needed to get her off of him before he hurt her or felt the urge to snatch her up and gulp her down.

But... she was finding just the right spots where his stomach was hurting from the emptiness, and her little body was so, and he was feeling so warm...

He barely noticed when he let out a noise that could either be interpreted as relief or pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" he heard Ellen ask.

"N-- no," he answered. "It actually feels good, and I ha--"

He trailed off as Ellen resumed rubbing his belly, this time unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose it. He kept himself from shivering as her ice cold hands made contact with the warm skin of his stomach.

"How does that feel?"

"Good," he sighed contentedly, finally relaxing. "But, why are your hands so cold?"

"My car broke down on the way over here," Ellen began. "I had to walk two blocks to find a payphone so I could call a tow truck, and now my car has to be in the shop until tomorrow evening because they were just about to close when I called. The tow truck driver offered to give me a ride over here, but I told him I could walk. Then I took a wrong turn, so I had to walk back... it was a nightmare."

Alex ran his thumb up and down her back comfortingly, then cupped his hand around her to try to get her warm. He finally got a good look at her since she arrived at the house. Her usually fair-colored cheeks and nose stung red from the cold, and her hair was messed up from the wind.

"Well, you're here now. And you can stay the night if you need to," he said, giving her a genuine smile that she echoed.

"I'd like that."

They spent about a minute and a half in silence, Ellen rubbing Alex's stomach while he kept her as warm as he could. It was just what the two of them needed after they both had relatively stressful days.

Alex's eyes began to close when the both of them heard his belly growl angrily having been empty for so long. It was so loud that the both of them were pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear it. It vibrated under her hand as she continued rubbing it. She looked up at him with an expression that Alex couldn't read, but he was certain was fear.

"Sorry... I.. I missed lunch and... it's just a bad habit from high school I pick back up when I'm stressed," Alex apologized. "I'd never-- not you. Never you. I wouldn't-- I love you too much to..." He wanted to stop himself because he was afraid he might burst into tears again. And he honestly didn't know if he was telling the truth.

"Alex, it's okay," Ellen reassured him. "Something as normal as your tummy rumbling isn't gonna scare me."

As if responding to being mentioned, another hollow rumble erupted from Alex's tummy. Ellen laid her head against it, picking up some of the quieter growls. "You really need to take better care of yourself, Alex."

Alex only coughed awkwardly, kept his hand to Ellen's body. "I-- I will. I promise."

Ellen frowned, knowing very well that he wouldn't. "Alex... well... I've walked eight blocks in freezing cold weather, and you're... you're pretty hungry..."

Oh, I can't even say it without getting flustered, she thought to herself. Just spit it out!

"You wouldn't mind if... I asked you to...?"

Alex waited intently for her to finish her sentence, though he already had a good idea of what she was going to say.

"And I know it's safe. I know I'd be okay--"

Ellen was interrupted by another rumble from Alex's stomach.

"I'm asking if you can eat me," she finally blurted out quickly.

Alex's face paled.

His first instinct was to say, "No!"

Well, it wasn't exactly his first instinct.

His belly grumbled again, as if it were telling him, "Just snatch her and gulp her down, Keaton! You know you want to!"

Instead of acting or instantly disregarding her request, he weakly asked, "Do you mean it? You're not just joking?"

"Yeah, I mean it," Ellen said. "I know that it's safe, I know you'd never let anything happen... at least on purpose.

And, of course, Alex's stomach rumbled loudly again, probably at its loudest. Ellen awkwardly patted it, trying to put him at ease with the idea. She looked back up at him, making direct eye contact with him.

"And I trust you."

Despite the protests from his middle, Alex shook his head. "No. J-- just, no. It's too..." he murmured. "I don't want to risk you like that, Ellen. You're-- you're too important."

Looking down at Ellen, unable to look away from her piercing gaze, Alex tried to push her off his belly. "I'll be fine. Really. And even if I'm not fine, it... it really isn't your problem."

Ellen gripped onto the fabric of his shirt. "It is my problem, Alex! And besides, I wouldn't be in there for that long! You'd just keep me in there until you've drawn enough energy from me! And don't act like you're not starving! Your stomach could probably be heard by all of Columbus right now!"

Alex winced. He wanted to protest-- wanted to tell her she was being absolutely ridiculous, but... she was right. Why did she have to be right? With each little grumble, another pang of hunger hit his belly like he was being punched. And he could still feel her shivering against his hand.

"But... what if I hurt you?" he asked nervously.

"Hey," Ellen placed her tiny hand on top of his giant one. "I trust you. And... and if I feel like there's something wrong, I'll let you know and you can cough me up. Okay?"

Alex mulled over her words. With his stomach gurgling loudly beneath Ellen, he made one more check with her.

"You're sure you wouldn't mind?"

"I wouldn't mind at all," Ellen gave him a reassuring smile, trying to keep herself from seeming too eager.

And with that, Alex carefully wrapped his fingers around her waist. Struggling to keep control of his nerves, he lifted her up to his face. "So... how... how do you want me to do this?" he asked, his voice wobbling.

Ellen quietly giggled as Alex lifted her closer to his face. "Well, you just... lay me down on your tongue and... I'll let you know when it's okay to swallow."

Alex's belly let out another impatient rumble that Ellen couldn't help but giggle at. "Well, I'm ready if you are."

"But... but you'll say something if... i-- if anything's wrong, right?" Alex asked. "Like i-- if, my stomach acids don't..."

"I'll let you know if something goes wrong," Ellen reassured him. "I promise."

Alex gave her a nervous smile, noticing her kicking off her boots. It was somewhat off-putting to see how eager she was. Why hadn't she run away when she saw him? Why hadn't she...?

"Alex, you're drooling."

Alex snapped out his thoughts, wiping at the drool that had pooled on his tongue and dripped from his mouth. Wanting to get it over with, he opened his maw and closed his eyes.

Wait... my teeth!

He quickly snapped his mouth closed to ask her something.

"I'm sorry, but... could you... could you just crawl it? I'm afraid I might bite you on accident."

"If that's how you want to do this. Alex, you're doing great," she reassured him.

Alex opened his mouth again, allowing Ellen to crawl in and turn onto her back. As soon as he felt her out of the way of his teeth, he delicately yet quickly closed his mouth, sealing her in the darkness.

Ellen felt saliva pool around her, Alex's tongue shifting around her little body.

Is he... tasting me? she thought.

It wasn't that she bothered her. It was actually kinda pleasant... and maybe a little ticklish.

Alex could hear her muffled giggles as he realized what he was doing. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head because he knew that if he dwelled on it, he'd lose his nerve and spit her out.

"Whenever you're ready, Alex," Ellen said.

Alex hesitated, rubbing at his eyes and trying to convince himself to swallow. He began to tip his head back. Feeling the little body on his tongue slide encouraged his instincts to kick in. He was moving slowly, sure, but after a moment, he decided to shoot his shot.

With a deft backward flick of his head, Alex pressed a hand to the outside of his throat, closed his eyes, and swallowed.

Feeling his finger trace her path from his throat, Ellen slid down into Alex's belly as it growled around her. As she situated herself, she gave a gentle nudge to the stomach wall. "Hi, Alex," she greeted softly to let him know she made it down okay.

Alex gasped when she finally spilled into his gut, then when he felt her touch his stomach lining. That felt... strange... but it wasn't a bad feeling. He pressed back at her. "Hi, Ellen," he murmured back, unable to suppress a smile. "Did you make it down okay?"

Ellen shyly smiled back, even though she knew he couldn't see it, when she felt the pressure of his hand against her own. "Don't worry, I'm fine," she answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Just a little moist."

Alex laughed a little, but it made the chamber containing her shake just enough to make her almost fall onto her side.

"What about you, Alex? I'm not giving you a bellyache, am I?" she asked.

"No," he reassured her, sounding like he was going to laugh again before curiosity struck him. "What's it like in there?"

"It's... warm, and... surprisingly comfy..." Ellen began, before she was interrupted by a few of the ambient gurgles around her. "A little noisy," she teased, tracing circles on the stomach lining to put Alex at ease.

Alex could feel his cheeks heating up. "Sorry," he murmured. He knew he didn't have control over it, but he still felt like he needed to apologize.

"No, I don't mind it. It's kinda relaxing, actually," Ellen confessed. Most of the time she spent nights with Alex, she would lay against his bare midriff as it either growled in the morning for its breakfast or gurgled while digesting dinner. It was a nice stress-reliever for her after her dance classes, and he liked having her so close to him.

Now they were closer than ever.

"So... what do I taste like?" she asked, half out of curiosity and half because she kinda liked seeing Alex a little flustered.

He felt his cheeks grow even warmer at her questions, licking his lips to try to gather what remained of her flavor.

"Cookie dough," he replied, sounding a little sheepish.

Wow, she made Alex P. Keaton sheepish. Ellen laughed, already feeling a little tired as his body pulled energy from her.

"Thank you," she lightly teased, snuggling into a corner of the chamber, taking in how incredible this was. "You wouldn't mind if I spent the night in here, right?"

Ellen wasn't the only one tired. He had only filled his belly a few minutes ago and he already felt his eyelids drooping. He continued kneading at his stomach.

"Well, if you don't mind... I'd like that."

And with those words, Alex kept absentmindedly rubbing his belly as the both of them drifted off to sleep.

Maybe they could try this again sometime.

[connordavidscamera]

Welcome to Our Channel! | CB

A/n: here’s part 1 of a very (hopefully) long series to come. I hope you enjoy it because I already love this series and these characters so much.

Summary: Just a couple trying to navigate a YouTube Channel together.

Warnings: sexual innuendos? fluff?

Word Count: 1.8k

***

Connor sets up the camera in front of the big window of his apartment.  I’m sitting on the floor in his hoodie, one of the cushions of the couch beneath me. “How’s the lighting, bub? Everything look okay?”

He hums, “Almost. Just gotta adjust - there. Perfect... Wow.”

“What?” I ask, playing with the ends of my hair. 

“Nothing, you’re perfect.”

I feel the burn on my cheeks. “Con, stop it!”

“Never,” he comes around the set up and squats down next to me. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Always,” I grasp the side of his jaw and press a soft kiss to his lips. I lick my lips when we pull away, scrunching up my face. “You taste like coffee.”

“And you love it, don’t you?”

“The only way I like it,” I concur and lean in to kiss him again, letting him take the lead, deepening it just a little, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. “Mmmh…” I groan and pull away. “Not right now, bub. There’s a camera,” I tease.

“It’s not on yet. Should I turn it on? Start our channel off with a bang… literally.”

I laugh and push him away, causing him to fall down. “You’re gross. Stop it.”

“You did not think it was gross last night. Or this morning. And probably not after we finish this video.”

“You never get tired, do you?” I ask, playing with the hem of my shorts, smiling adoringly at my beautiful boy. 

“Not when you’re looking at me like that. Or when you’re in my hoodie like that. Which reminds me,” he leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek, “you’re keeping that on later.”

I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Yes sir.” 

He groans, “Alright, lover, let’s get this going. Yeah?”

“Yes, let’s. Sit with me.”

“You can sit on my lap.”

I roll my eyes, “Just sit down, bub. You have the remote?”

He hands it to me, situating himself next to me. “We’re in frame?”

I squint at the viewfinder, “Yeah, it looks like it. Are we even in focus?”

“Yeah, I made sure when you sat down. You just have to press that button to start recording.”

“Okay, but what are you even supposed to say in an introduction?”

“Umm… we’re the Brashier’s and welcome to our channel?” He says with a raised eyebrow. 

“Come on, Con. I’m serious. This is different from when I started my channel. I just reviewed some makeup. This is new territory for both of us.”

“I know, but hey, it doesn’t have to be perfect. We’re just starting out. We’ll figure it out as we go.”

“You also realize that doing this means fully exposing our relationship. Letting everyone in. We can’t go back to our secret love affair once they know,” I tease.

He bumps his nose with mine, “I do know that, Harley. But I also know that I can’t keep you a secret any longer. The taciturn posting has to come to an end at some point.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes my throat, “Someone learned a new word today, huh?”

“I did,” he beams. “Hey that should be a thing in our videos.”

“What should?”

“Like a word of the day. Or a word of the week or something.”

“A word of the week, Connor, what the fuck?”

“It’s a suggestion. We can be both entertaining and educational.”

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely gonna be our hook. Get that alliteration thing going on. We just need one more ‘e’ word to really send it home. Entertaining, educational, and…”

“Electric?”

“Electric?” I repeat, a small smile on my lips. 

“Yeah. Like what we have, our relationship. It’s electric. We’re entertaining, educational, and electric.”

I lean in a press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Connor Brashier, have I told you today how hopelessly in love with you I am?”

“Well, I’m just as in love with you, Harley Madden.”

There’s literally nothing I can do to hide the blush that creeps up on my cheeks. “We should start filming.”

He tilts his head toward the camera. “I think it already is.”

“What? I didn’t even press the button.” I look up and sure enough, there’s that familiar blinking red light. 

“Well I don’t exactly know how much you got, but we’re not cutting it out.”

---

I look over at my boyfriend, “Is it bad that I’m nervous? I mean, yeah. We’ve confirmed that we’re together. But this is confirming we’re together. That’s scary, right? Tell me I’m not the only one that thinks this is scary.”

He chuckles and pulls me closer to his side, covering my legs with the blanket thrown over his lap. “You’re not the only one. I’ve liked the privacy of us too. But we both know that it was getting harder to hide from the public eye. Don’t you think it’s better for us to go in this way, just full force, no more hiding.”

“Well… maybe a little hiding. They don’t have to know everything.”

He nods and presses a kiss to my cheek. “But you also know that we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. We can wait a little while longer.”

I stare at the video in front of us. It’s only 2 minutes and 37 seconds. Just an introduction. But this is giving everyone their first real view of our life. Of our relationship that’s been (for the most part) completely private. One that (even without full confirmation) people already have an opinion on. Sure there have been one or two Instagram posts without tagging, without captions. And for a year and three months, on almost every single video or photo I post on my social media, I get asked “Did Connor give you that necklace?” I subconsciously reach for my necklace that rests against my collar bone and rub my finger over the small “c” that connects the chain. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” His lips rest against my temple and press the softest of kisses to my skin. 

I shake my head and curl deeper into his side. “Post it, bub.”

“You sure?”

I nod, “I’m sure. I think you’re right. Can’t keep you a secret anymore.”

He hums and lifts my chin. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I murmur back, pressing my lips against his. His lips are like home - warm and inviting and if I could kiss them forever, I would do it without a doubt.

“A word of the week, Connor, what the *bleep*?”

“It’s a suggestion. We can be both entertaining and educational.”

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely gonna be our hook. Get that alliteration thing going on. We just need one more ‘e’ word to really send it home. Entertaining, educational, and…”

“Electric?”

“Electric?” I repeat, a small smile on my lips. 

“Yeah. Like what we have, our relationship. It’s electric. We’re entertaining, educational, and electric.”

I lean in a press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Connor Brashier, have I told you today how hopelessly in love with you I am?”

“Well, I’m just as in love with you, Harley Madden.”

There’s literally nothing I can do to hide the blush that creeps up on my cheeks. “We should start filming.”

He tilts his head toward the camera. “I think it already is.”

The screen fades into the true intro of the video.

“Hey,” I say a little too chipper, which is definitely why Connor is laughing silently into my shoulder. “I’m Harley Madden.”

Connor clears his throat. “And I’m Connor Brashier. And welcome to our YouTube channel,” he shrugs with a soft smile.

His hand is resting over mine in my lap, playing with my fingers. He’s nervous about being in front of the camera, that’s obvious. He’s never really had to be the one in front. I bring our hands to my lips and litter his knuckles with kisses. He smiles fondly at me and leans in to kiss my cheek. 

“We weren’t really sure how we were going to start this actually. But I guess we should start with this: Yes. We are in a relationship. Have been for a year and a half,” I nod. “Most of you, if you follow my makeup channel or my social media, you’ve been speculating since before we even got together. So here’s your confirmation. We are very happily together.”

“And because of that, we decided that it was time to share our love with you. And what better way than this? Letting you guys in fully.” He shuffles in his spot. “This is very new for us - not the relationship, obviously. But being so open with it.”

“But we have both decided that keeping each other a secret just isn’t what we want anymore.”

He nods, “So if you want to see more of our faces and our relationship, follow all of our social media, and subscribe to my pretty girl’s makeup channel - MaddenMakeup. And subscribe to us - Not So Brash Brashier’s.”

“And I guess give this video a like? Maybe? And comment below what you’d like to see from us because honestly we have no idea what we’re doing with this. We’re just winging it as we go. So give us video ideas and we’ll see you in the next one.”

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Violet - my best friend since kindergarten, and current roommate - walks into the house, taking her shoes off at the door. “Hey Vi,” Connor says, turning to face the door, greeting her with that signature soft smile. 

“You started a YouTube channel,” is her greeting.

We both laugh, “Yeah. We did.”

“I’ve been telling you to do that for like a year now!” She exclaims, plopping herself next to us, resting her head in my lap. 

“It wasn’t the right time then. But… did you subscribe?” I ask with a cheeky smile.

She pinches my arm, “What kind of question is that? Of course I did. You think I wasn’t your first subscriber? What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Well, in celebration, I was planning on taking my girl out to eat. You want to come with?”

“Where were you planning on going?”

“Harley’s been saying for weeks that she’s craving pizza from the bowling alley by my place.”

I look happily at my boy. “Really? We can go?”

He nods, “You want to go put on some shoes and we can go before traffic gets too bad?”

I nod and press a quick kiss to his lips, “Let me change pants first.”

Vi sits up andI catch the end of their conversation before I walk into my room. “Sure, any excuse to beat Lee at bowling.”

“I heard that!”

“You were meant to!” She yells back.

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Beauty And The Beast

Gangster AU

Stray Kids Fanfic

Chan x Reader

Other Appearances: GOT7 BTS

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of stabbing

Beauty and the Beast Masterlist

Chapter 3

Moon screamed in shock and pain as she gasped for air, falling on her side, her vision blurred as she tried to sit up. “Yah! stop overreacting, I know what I’m doing, it’s not severe” but before his sentence finished, Moon had already fainted. Kneeling down next to her, he shook her body, assuming she was bluffing. “Hey, wake up” but to no avail, inspecting her wound, he saw no signs of a serious injury, his knife wasn’t that big, so the cut couldn’t be too deep nor was there excessive blood loss, which confused him as to why the girl fainted. He picked her up and sprinted out of the gym. Carrying her towards the infirmary, he stopped midway thinking to himself about how he was going to explain the situation, and there was no way that the leader wouldn’t find out about this, which worried him even more. Looking at the unconscious figure in his arms, he knew he messed up real bad.

To his dismay, when he opened the door to the infirmary, the leader was inside, joking around with Anna, “She’s not dead” he spoke before either of them could question him. 

“How did this happen?” CB inquired 

“Long story” HH answered putting Moon on the bed

Anna started working on the wound as the two boys engaged in the conversation.

“The wound isn’t very deep, was there too much blood loss?” the brown haired girl asked, interpreting the two boys 

“No, that’s the confusing part, why did she faint?” HH spoke

“Probably from the shock” CB stated 

“I’ll still need blood samples, something doesn’t seem right. She once came to me for painkillers after training with Changbin, saying she had a headache and was feeling dizzy, I shrugged it off thinking it might be because of hunger or low blood sugar since I have that all the time. But her fainting like this, I think it might be something else. Chan could you hand me that kit” Anna explained pointing towards the said kit  

“Hwang stabbing her was a little too much man” Chan spoke, handing Anna the kit

“Oh and IV drip as well from that cupboard”

“Yeah yeah, I know, I admit this was my fault, but it was kinda accidental” he defended himself

“Hyunjin dear, there is no such thing as kinda accidental, you either stabbed her or it was an absolute accident, please choose one” Anna sarcastically spoke while attaching the canola to Moon’s arm

“Well I meant to make a small cut but my hand slipped and I ended up stabbing her, but before I could even say anything, she just screams one second and is out cold the next” he explained 

“She’s a feisty one, you should sleep with your eyes open, she’ll definitely get you back for this” Chan laughed

“You se-” Hyunjin was cut off as Woo and El entered the infirmary

“I need the pill” El told Anna 

“You know Woojin, it wouldn’t kill you to get a condom.” Chan told the older 

“Nah that’s too much work” El replied popping the pill in her mouth 

“It’s literally just rolling it on, how is that too much work” Hyunjin questioned

“TMI bro!!!” Anna shouted  

“Alright that’s enough” Woojin spoke 

“What happened to her?” El asked looking towards Moon’s unconscious figure

Anna lifted the blanket from the side to show her the stitches. “Could you let the girl be???? Don’t you think stabbing her was a little too much” El said samacking Hyunjin across the head

“Owww!!!” 

“Woojin could you please get this blood tested?” Anna asked, handing him the blood sample

“Yeah sure” he took the blood and left the infirmary

“How long do you think she’ll be out?” Hyunjin asked 

“I’m not su-” Anna got cut off hearing a groan coming from behind them, the three turned around to see Moon sitting up on the bed. The moment she spotted Hyunjin she threw the sheets off her and leaped at him “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU” she shouted, before Moon could touch him, Chan casually grabbed her waist and bought her flush against his chest, stopping her from hurting Hyunjin or herself. However Moon wasn’t having any of it as she struggled against his hold trying to get to Hyunjin. “Calm down princess, you don’t want to open your wound”. Moon’s heartbeat increased hearing that pet name and the fact that his hand was on her bare stomach didn’t help either. Hyunjin stuck his tongue out and ran out the infirmary.  

Moon sighed loudly and cursed under her breath. “How long was I out for?” she asked turning around to face the Chan 

“About an hour, maybe less” Anna answered 

“Do you have any iron supplements?” Moon asked running a hand through her hair 

“Why do you need those?” Chan asked 

“I’m anemic” she answered 

“Oohh, must’ve been the reason you passed out” Anna put the dots together 

“The blood test isn’t of any use now” Chan said 

“When did yo-” Moon was about to ask when she looked down at her arm, which was bleeding around the canola, “-is this supposed to be happening?” Moon asked extending her arm towards Anna 

“No it’s not and it wouldn’t have happened either if you hadn’t tried to jump Hyu- HH so aggressively” she said taking her arm to remove the canola

“Now go easy, you don’t want to ruin the stitches, so it’s best to just rest” Anna said after cleaning her arm.  

“What about training?” she asked 

“Phase 1 and 2 will be put on hold, you’ll train with Dandy, I.N and Liv, that’s phase 3, we’ll just have to determine your position first” Chan explained

“Don’t get your stitches wet, and come get them checked next week” Anna told Moon, who nodded her head and left. 

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It had been 3 weeks since the incident and Moon had been training with the three as told by the leader. During this time she learned that she was not fit to be in the Medic Team. Liv had tried her best to teach the older girl the basics, however it never ended in a good way. After almost killing J.One, Chan decided that it was enough and that more time shouldn’t be wasted. 

The gang was once again gathered in the meeting hall, this time to test Moon’s skills in tech. 

“There isn’t much to it, I hacked into the phone through which my dad was contacted, but not even minutes later the signal was lost, and the location I picked up was somewhere near a river. I managed to hack the traffic cams around the area and tracked the car CB97 go- is there some easier name I can call you, CB97 is weird. Anyways I tracked the car back” Moon explained when asked how she found them

“Impressive, and you may call me Chris” the leader replied making everyone gasp, considering this was against protocol

“Chris. Hhmm I like it, has a nice ring to it” Moon muttered 

“But what we can’t understand is how we couldn’t track back to you?” Dandy questioned 

“This one is connected to the projector?” Moon asked pointing towards Dandy’s laptop 

“Yeah” 

“I.N, can I have yours?”

“Sure” 

She took the computer and started typing away on it. 20 minutes later she spoke 

“Okay, now both of you, try  and hack into this using Dandy’s laptop”

“Excuse me? What did you do to it?” Dandy snatched it away from her 

“Nothing, just please do what I asked” Moon said 

Dandy looked at her skeptically but nonetheless began the task. Moon grabbed I.N’s laptop again to continue doing what she was. Everyone could see what Dandy and I.N were doing and the atmosphere was starting to get thick. “I’m in” Dandy spoke, Moon pressed a few keys on I.N’s laptop and everything on Dandy’s screen disappeared. “What the fuck?!?!?!?” Dandy exclaimed

“How did you do that?” I.N asked surprised, his eyes as big as saucers 

Moon giggled at the younger’s adorable expression and moved between him and Dandy. Taking Dandy’s laptop she started clicking away as she explained what she was doing, “So basically the hacker thinks they’ve gotten in, when in reality they’ve only reached a dummy server, the moment they fall for the decoy, I’ll be notified that someone is trying to break in, and if i do this-” she pressed a few keys “-the whole algorithm will reset and everything they did will be erased”

“How did you do this?” HH asked 

“How come Dandy didn’t know about this? He’s the head of all this tech stuff” J.One chirped in 

“Because I built this software to avoid legal issues. So no one knows about this” Moon answered

“Not bad shorty, looks like you can contribute after all” Woo smirked 

Moon wanted to say something snarky but decided against it, getting on HH’s bad side got her stabbed, she didn’t want to think about what could happen if she pissed off a sniper. 

“Well this concludes that Phase three is over and you’ll be put in the Tech Team with Dandy and I.N” Chris spoke

(A/N: I did not do a fact check, and I don’t know shit about hacking, please bear with me)

“What about my field test? What if I want to be on the task force?” Moon asked

“Shouldn’t you stick to what you’re good at princess, make things a bit easier for yourself” that pet name got her feeling butterflies in her stomach 

“Too boring, I want some action in my life”

“Joining a gang should be action enough” Lee Know said 

“At least give me chance, you said there would be a field test, if I pass that,  let me be on the task force” Moon requested 

“Okay, complete phase 1 and 2, if you pass, I’ll accept your request” Chris said 

“I thought I already passed phase 1? I won with all three of my instructors” Moon stated 

“Not with me” HH interrupted

“You cheated” Moon replied 

“I told you there will be no such thing as fair play when you’re in the field” 

“But I had you pinned down with my knife to your throat, what did you want me to do, kill you?” 

“Your body language said it all, your hands were shaking, you were hesitant, even if it were someone else underneath you, you wouldn’t have been able to kill them, that’s why I stabbed you, to show you what happens if you’re not quick” he explained 

“You don't know me!! I’d have killed anyone else, it was you that I was nervous, I didn’t want to accidentally do something that’d get me in trouble” she defended herself 

“Well how flattering, so glad to know I’m of importance to you” HH said sarcastically 

“Don-”

“STOP IT!!! BOTH OF YOU” Chris shouted 

“That’s enough. Moon you’ll fight me tomorrow in the ring, if you defeat me, you’ll start phase 2, if not, you’ll continue with SpearB. Dismissed.” Chris said and left the room, everyone following behind.

Hyunjin ran after the leader calling out to him “Chan wait!”, Chan turned around to face him

“Yeah?” he asked

“Why didn’t you put me with her to train, why Changbin?” Hyunjin asked 

“Because I don’t want her to end up back in the infirmary due to a childish rivalry” Chan answered 

“You seem to care a lot about our new member” Hyunjin smirked

“Watch your mouth or you’ll be the one in the infirmary” the older said turning around, his ears turning red.

“Mouth or hands?” Hyunjin called out. The moment those words left his mouth, a knife went flying past his head. The younger was completely unfazed until a scream was heard from down the hallway. “Shit!” the leader cursed as they both ran towards the source of the scream. 

“And I was going to put her in the infirmary” Hyunjin laughed looking at Moon who was clutching the side of her neck with blood trickling down. Chan raised his fist and Hyunjin ran away shouting a bunch of sorries. “Is this a subtle way of saying, ‘please kill yourself and make things easier for us’” Moon sarcastically questioned

Chan released a breathy laugh and replied “Sorry, this one’s on me, let me help you with that”. 

“Please do bef-” Moon started losing her balance, Chan hurriedly grabbed her waist balancing her “woah there” he said looking down at her weak figure

“Before I pass out” she completed her sentence, standing up straight with Chan’s help.

“The cut isn’t very deep, it doesn’t need stitches, a simple bandage will do” Chan spoke, inspecting her wound

“That’s a relief,” she replied. The room filled with comfortable silence as Chan cleaned her wound and started bandaging it.  

“How come you’re not fazed by anything” Chan asked focused on Moon’s neck

“Fazed as in?” Moon questioned

“I don’t know, you joined a gang 6 months ago, you were quite calm for that and after the beginning of training you were normal, you would be covered in bruises but you’d continue about your day as if it's not even there.” he told looking in her eyes, now done with treating her neck 

“Everyone has a story” Moon whispered 

“What’s yours?” he asked, hand cupping her neck, thumb gently rubbing her cheek

“Not the best one” she answered leaning into his touch 

“Why?” he asked after a few seconds 

“Why what?”

“Why did you look for him, why, even though he was abusive?” 

“I never sa-”

“I saw. The night you left, I followed you out, and I saw everything” he cut her off. 

Moon sighed closing her eyes “I don’t know, it’s complicated. I didn’t want to, but at the same time I wanted to, it was all so confusing” she answered opening her eyes, meeting his honey brown ones 

“What would you have done if I didn’t let him go? Would your life be peaceful right now” he asked, suddenly feeling weird towards her. 

“I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t have left, I would’ve forced you, even if it got me killed. I didn’t want to look for him but I did, for my mother. Being honest, my life is much more peaceful than it was back at home” she told. At this Chan let out a series of laughs, his head resting on her shoulder as he kneeled in front of her. “What’s so funny?” She asked giggling 

“You, you are one of a kind. Who the hell says, they’re peaceful being in a gang” he said getting up, extending his hand out to her. She just shrugged her shoulders, taking his hand and standing up. “At least now I can fight back when someone hits me” Moon says as they both exit the infirmary.

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  “Stabbing is not allowed. Pinned under, with a knife against the throat, one of us concedes, cut somewhere where a vital organ is, passing out, counts as losing. Since stabbing is not allowed any cuts made will be considered stab wounds, meaning if the cut is big it insinuates that the victim bleeds to death” Chan explained as Moon and him stood in the middle of the gym ready to fight with the rest of the members watching.  

Moon threw a punch to Chan’s throat, he successfully dodged it grabbing Moon’s arm and twisting it. She went to kick his leg but he threw her on the ground before her leg could touch his. Chan lunged forward to punch her when she rolled over causing him to hit the ground. Moon quickly got up and locked her arm around his throat, she tightened her hold trying to choke him but he leaned forward flipping Moon over causing her to fall flat on her back. Chan jabbed her with his elbow making her groan, she retaliated by kneeing him in the head, Chan fell back giving her the perfect opportunity to get back on her feet. Moon kicked Chan in the side making him stumble, quickly straddling him, she pulled her dagger to attack, however Chan was quick to react. He twisted her arm making her drop the weapon, successfully flipping them over, Chan now had Moon under him. But before Chan could draw his weapon at her, she headbutted him. Chan grabbed his nose groaning in pain, Moon took this opportunity and pushed him off herself and ran towards her weapon. Chan quickly recovered and grabbed her arm pulling her back, he turned her around and wrapped his hand around her neck choking her, evoking a scream due to the pressure on her wound. She started scratching his arms to get him to loosen his grip but it was useless. She put one feet on his chest while holding his arm, steadying herself, she hauled her other leg over his shoulder and around his neck. While Moon tried to elbow him in the head he grabbed her waist and pulled her back. Moon wrapped her other leg around his head as well making him bow his head, taking advantage of the position she put both her palms on the ground and with much difficulty she managed to flip them both over. Chan landed on his back with his head between her thighs. Moon tightened her hold trying to choke him which proved useless. Chan was both larger and stronger than her, taking advantage of his strength, he squeezed her thigh bruising it, however Moon was unfazed and kept tightening her legs, Chan grabbed her other leg and pulled them apart. Getting up he pulled her towards himself by her leg. Putting his legs on either of her waist he straddled her, he pinned both her wrists above her head and leaned closer to her, “Not so tough now, huh princess”. She’d be lying to herself if she said that the close proximity didn’t make her heart flutter. Looking up at his smug expression she knew he was doing it on purpose knowing how it affected her. Moon reached forward and attached her lips to his catching everyone off guard. Taking advantage of his shocked state, she kneed his back pushing him off. Quickly getting up and grabbing her weapon, “Not so tough now, huh daddy” the words left her mouth before she could stop them. 

“Enjoying yourself baby girl?” he asked trying to grab her, but Moon was fast and swung her knife making a huge cut from his shoulder, across his chest to the side of his abdomen. “More than you can imagine” she smirked stepping away from him. 

“That’s definitely going to leave a scar” Woojin spoke 

“Don’t worry, Moon’s gonna kiss it better” Hyunjin joined in

“I won, now I get a field test as promised” Moon said before anyone else could pass any comments 

“Not yet princess, you still have phase 2 to complete” Chan answered 

“How long will that take?” she whined

“Depends on how fast you learn to shoot a weapon” Woojin said 

“Why are you so eager for a field test anyway?” Bree asked

“Because it’s boring in here, I wanna go out” Moon answered 

“Being almost stabbed to death twice is boring?” Anna exclaimed

“I need more spice” Moon shrugged 

Chan grabbed her wrist and started dragging her with him. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, trying to get out of his grip. “To make your life more spicy” he simply said before dragging her out of the door.

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[summahsunlight]

We Belong to the Stars, CH.20

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1762

Pairings: Poe/Evelyn (OC)

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

Masterlist / Read on AO3

A/N: Here is the next chapter. Likes and reblog are always appreciated :)

The base felt a little quieter with both Black Squadron and Red Squadron away on missions.  Evelyn passed the time that they were away by working on her fighter with CB-2 and Rose.  It helped keep her mind off the fact that she was not out there helping Poe and the others; that her aunt had been forced to ground her due to the threat on her life.

Perched on the wing of the fighter, she had a good view of the entire flight pad, and the glaring absence of several fighters.  She missed her brother; she missed her friends; she missed Poe.  She didn't expect to be this lonely while the squadrons were away, but she was.

Evelyn wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.  Her flight gear was resting in the cockpit of the x-wing, untouched, since she was grounded for the foreseeable future. She'd pulled her long hair back into a bun and the kyber pendant almost burned against her skin in the sun. She was afraid to take it off--afraid that if she did something would happen to Poe while he was away on the latest mission. L'ulo had promised to return Poe in one piece, but given that she knew how hard it was to keep that promise, Evelyn felt a growing pit in her stomach the longer Black Squadron was away.

Of course the growing pit in her stomach could also be attributed to Jas Dane hanging around now that Poe was off-planet.  Evelyn could see him now, sauntering over like he was the maker's gift to woman...

"Lunch time, gorgeous," Jas called up to her. "Care to join me?"

"No," Evelyn snapped just wanting him to go away. 

"Come on, Evelyn. We can't be friends?"

"I'm sure we could be--if that's what you really wanted."

Jas smiled at her and he shrugged his shoulders. "Can you blame me, gorgeous? I've missed you in my bed, darling."

Evelyn rolled her eyes in disgust.  If she wasn't trying to hold onto a little bit of dignity here, or discretion, she would have informed him that the best she had was with Poe.  "Go away, Jas. Rose and I are very busy."

Rose watched Evelyn's reaction as Jas climbed up onto the x-wing to join them.  Since Black Squadron had been gone the spy had been hanging around Evelyn's fighter--a lot.  For the most part, Evelyn had outright rejected his advances.  If what Paige told her was true than Rose was certain there was a lot more than friendship going on between Poe and Evelyn.  Therefore, her friend wasn't interested in Jas trying to weasel his way back into her life. 

"You don't look busy," Jas said with a shrug. "Come on, it's hot--let's get inside."

"I don't mind the heat," Evelyn argued. "I grew up in a jungle."

"So, if you don't mind the heat... we could always go make some of our own."

"Been there, done that, Jas. Not interested in going there again."

Jas clenched his fists and his eyes darkened with lust, anger. "Are you afraid of being discovered by him, gorgeous?" 

Evelyn returned his glare, but there was no desire burning in her eyes, just annoyance. "No. It has nothing to do with that."

Rose noticed that Jas was itching to answer, itching to probably disparage Poe--it was well known throughout the base that the spy wasn't a huge fan of their wing commander.  However, central command came over the intercoms, signaling that a squadron was arriving back from a mission. Turning her eyes up wards as the roar of engines could be heard, Rose watched as the fighters appeared in the sky.  "Looks like Black Squadron's back."

Jumping down from her x-wing, Evelyn stood underneath the fuselage, hugging herself and watched as the four x-wings and one a-wing appeared in the blue sky.  It didn't look like the fighters were heavily damaged, and she wondered if perhaps the First Order hadn't bothered with following Black Squadron, since their latest mission was to find Lor San Tekka and had nothing to do with the transmissions that Agent Lothor had sent out before his death.  Once the fighters were securely on the ground and technicians were tending them, Evelyn ventured out from underneath her own fighter. She didn't need the Force to know that something had gone wrong--Poe's demeanor tipped her off. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, and when she had been connected with the Force, his voice had always been one of the loudest ones that she could hear. 

Poe glanced at her, their eyes locking. He took a step towards her, but then hesitated.  She didn't need to turn around to know why--Jas was standing behind her.  Evelyn had felt his ominous presence and she had been in the middle of plenty of Poe and Jas' silent stand-offs to know he was there. 

"Commander Dameron!" Connix shouted for him across the tarmac. "General Organa wants to see you immediately." 

"Yeah, I'm on my way," Poe shouted back, turning sharply on his heel and heading into the base. 

Evelyn quickly ran after him, ignoring Jas' smug grin.  Setting her jaw, Evelyn turned her attention towards the storming away pilot.  "Poe!" 

Poe waved his hand, dismissing her. "Not now, Evelyn."

He was angry; what he was angry about she wasn't sure. Catching up to him, Evelyn grabbed his wrist.  Poe didn't stop moving, instead he yanked his hand out of her grasp and repeated, "I said not now!"

She stepped back, wincing from the pure rage in his voice, and watched as he walked away, not even bothering to look back at her once.  Evelyn stood there, looking in the direction Poe had gone in long after he was gone.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jas questioned behind her. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Evelyn countered, turning to glare at him.

Jas pushed a sweaty lock of her hair out of her eyes.  "Listen, when he breaks your heart--you know where to find me."

Evelyn hugged herself. Poe won't break my heart, so I won't be looking for you.

BB-8 was the one that reminded Poe that he'd been a little cross with Evelyn after landing.  Poe swiped a hand over his face. He'd been very tense after the mission, especially since Agent Terex had shown up trying to undermine him.  Black Squadron had to fight to protect the people in the Creché, despite being told by Leia to not engage.  After a stalemate, Terex and his men had left the planet, and Poe, fuming that the First Order had found them once again, had ordered his squad back to base.

It was clear that Terex wasn't just after Evelyn.  The First Order wanted to take his entire squadron out and Poe was feeling increasingly helpless--like he couldn't protect his people. And top of all this, Tekka wasn't even there. 

Poe sighed, and glanced at BB-8.  "Yeah... I know, I wasn't very kind to her."

BB-8 indigently blurted at him. Poe grumbled and headed up towards the flight pad to complete the little droid's demand that he go apologize to her. He wondered what the droid techs back on Hosnian Prime would think if they knew he was taking orders from his astromech.  On the surface, Poe found her by her fighter.  Quickly looking around he discovered that Jas was no where in sight. He would have been lying if he said seeing Jas with Evelyn earlier didn't make him jealous; it made him jealous, and after hearing the-not-so quiet whispers around base that Jas had been hanging around Evelyn a lot since Poe left, it made him extremely jealous.

Evelyn heard their approach when BB-8 greeted her. She offered him a soft smile, wiping her hands on a grease stained cloth.  Tentatively she took a step towards Poe but then stepped back, still not sure if he was angry at her or something else. 

"I'm sorry, Evie," Poe sighed. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that earlier."

"It's fine, Poe," Evelyn said, softly. "You're under a lot of pressure."

"No. It's not fine. I shouldn't talk to you that way."

"Talk to me what way?"

"Disrespectfully, like you're not important."

She looked away, the wind picking up the stray pieces of her hair, and when she looked back at him, she smiled. "Do you really think I'm angry at you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "BeeBee told me I had to apologize."

Evelyn laughed, softly. "It wasn't necessary, but apology accepted."

Poe finally gave her an easy smile.  "Had lunch yet?"

"Are you asking me on a lunch date?" she questioned, coyly.

"Maybe I am," he responded just as coyly.

"Well, you're in luck--I haven't eaten yet."

"Luck? I don't believe in luck, sweetheart."

Wiping her hands clean on her flight suit, Evelyn playfully rolled her eyes at him. Along with their droids, they walked back into the base, not holding hands but bodies brushing so closely together that it did cause eyebrows to raise in curiosity.  It was later in the afternoon, and the mess hall wasn't that busy.  Poe and Evelyn easily found Black Squadron seated at a table, engaged in lively conversation.  In that moment, Evelyn realized how quiet it had been around the base without them the last few days. 

Jess glanced up and then snapped her fingers at Wexley. "Pay up, Captain."

Snap grumbled and shoved ten credits in her hand. "One of these days I'm going to win."

"Yeah, sure you are," Karé said with a chuckle. She playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "You've lost fifty credits in the last week."

"Fifty?" Poe repeated, grinning. "Wow, Snap, I didn't realize you were such a gambler."

"You'd probably be better off betting on how many times Evie turns Dane down," Jess quipped. 

Poe's jaw clenched. He knew that he didn't have to worry about Evelyn, but he did worry about Jas.  The spy seemed like the kind of man that would just take what he wanted if he got tired of hearing no.  Just seeing him standing near her earlier that day had made him jealous...

Evelyn's fingers brushed against his and he realized the squad had been talking about something. "Did you hear Snap? He says that we need a party."

He nodded, somewhat dazed. "Yeah, sure."

She gave him a concerned look but he waved it off.  "I'll leave all the planning to Snap," Poe remarked.  "He's the master."

[sharperthewriter]

Twas the Mission Before a Possible Christmas (Parts 1-3)

From the Desk of Sharper "Twas the Mission Before A Possible Christmas" I've decided to toss my hat in the ring and devise a winter-based poem.

The first one is a Kim and Ron Possible-Stoppable telling Justin one of their high-school adventures (entirely in rhyme) before his bedtime. It is (kind of) to the tune of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas.

It exists within the Possible-Stoppable verse but is a standalone story.

The fanfic is rated K+ for mild swearing, mild action/peril, and a suggestive outfit.

The fanfic is also for Whitem's 10th Annual Writing SnowDaze Holiday Story Contest.

Kim Possible, characters and settings are created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney.

Alexa Stoppable was created by KPRS4ever. Justin Stoppable was created by Hotrod2001.

(December 15, 2019, 9pm) It was a cold and clear December night in Middleton. And along Maple Street, all of the houses were decked out in festive Christmas cheer, including that of the  Possible-Stoppables. Within the house the world-saving married couple called home was both Kim and Ron Possible-Stoppable, both now 31. Justin was now 7 and Alexa was now 4. She, Rufus, and Ron were tucking Justin into bed. "Mommy, can you tell me a Christmas story?" he asked his mom. "Justin..." Kim giggled, rubbing her son's head, "...I thought I did tell you all the Christmas stories known to mankind."

"No...I'm talking about that story...what's it called...?" Justin wondered. "What story are you talking about, sport?" Ron asked from the hallway. "That one that took place during our junior year, Ron!" Kim replied while brushing his blonde hair with her hands. "You mean....wait....before we became a couple or after, KPS?" Ron asked. "It was before Junior Prom, just to let you know." Kim replied, "And now...Ron, let's begin our story!"

'Twas the Night before Christmas And all through the Possible House Not a creature was stirring Except a fridge raid from Rufus, the naked mole mouse!

Rufus squeaked, "Huh?" and scratched his pink head.

"He's a naked mole rat, Ron!" Kim groaned. "KPS, we're doing a rhyming scheme here for our story!" Ron explained. "We're trying not to break it!"

"Ohhhh...." Kim said, now understanding what her husband was saying. "But let me set the scene for Justin here!" (Part I)

The story takes place in December 2005 The era of the croptop, boy band, and CD-ROM This was before social media began to thrive And yes, this was before me and your dad kissed at Junior Prom

We both walked our way to school Trying to recover from the last attempt from Ron trying to act cool. This was worse than when I had the chicken pox For that was when we had to deal with Zorpox. The weather was a bit gray and stormy outside and it totally blows That today, there was no forecast for any snow

"KP, that was so not fun with that Attitudeinator. My head totally hurts!" And no, said device was not invented by Dr. Doofenshmirtz

I replied, "Ron, you'll live. Right now, let us be thankful I can say it without doing a spit take It is the final day of high school before Winter Break For at least two weeks, I won't be around Bonnie, whom has no soul."

But Ron gasped, "But, KP, if it is the last day of school, and this isn't a scam. It means that we have to take...our final exams!"

Thunder and lightning emitted from the sky As Team Possible finally ran to the doors of Middleton High.

(PART II)

Barkin was in the classroom while the two made it with 2 minutes to spare. Me and Ron felt like, he was always everywhere. Barkin thundered, "Possible, Stoppable, take your seats in my class. "I'm here today because your regular teacher, Miss Martin, fell off an ass."

All of the students erupted in laughter while Kim laid down her purse Over the fact the Barkin had cursed The teacher moaned as if he was hexed by the School Board to be sent "I cannot wait until I be finally rid of you class clowns at my retirement." He then yelled "I'll get everyone's attention... ...If they all receive detention!"

Once the laughing instantly ended from that loud noise exposure Barkin regained his composure "You are here today because you are taking your final tests! Nothing brings me happiness like F's on the exams, just for some zest!"

He then glared at Ron "Stoppable, I noticed that your grades are slipping Due to the fact that there were periods of Study Hall that you keep on skipping."

Your father replied, "Mr. B, I have everything under control I'm ready to rock n' roll!"

I groaned, covering my eyes. For I was the one who always studied on  my missions But Ron had the premonition To be playing a handheld game called "Zap the Flies!"

So we took our tests for the next two hours' While Barkin stared his eyes around the room It's like watching his glare of doom For any look that appeared to be sour.

After that period of time We finally turned in our exams and felt fine. Exiting the room, we were finally free (I got an A in the test, and your father, luckily, got C)

(PART III) We both went to where my locker was Wade came on and asked, "Hey, you two, what's causing such a fuss?"

"Wade, sometimes, exams are hard When you have to do a two-hour essay featuring a work on the Bard!"

Ron grasped his hand While Rufus massaged it as best as he can. He added, "Thankfully we only have one final test. And then we can finally escape this educational mess. And this bad weather!" I laughed, "And to think that Barkin would laugh at your sweater!"

And then, just to make things more fun Bonnie  appeared with her croptop sweater and baggy overalls undone I asked "B, what are you doing this time? You vile girl who has no soul!" "I would not even touch you with a 39 1/2 foot pole!"

But Miss Rockwaller continued to mock. "Excuse me, Farmer Jane."

"The way you wear your overalls is so dumb and lame!"

I snarked "FYI, I always follow the dress code at school. You on the other hand, showing off your CB Boxers? Not so cool!" The youngest of the Rockwaller family gave a slight grin. For she had an ace up her sleeve against me and him.

"Just wanted to let you know that there's going to be a Christmas party And you two losers are probably  not going to be invited!"

Ron whined, "Aww....I wanted to show off my dance moves that are bon-diggety!" "Face it, Stoppable!" Bonnie snarked, "There's so no way to fight it!"

"Where is the party, B?" I asked to my long-time rival. "Tara's house, K..." Bonnie explained, "...and you will be stuck in denial!" "For it requires the person who received the invite...." "To give Tara a gift so that she can open it on sight!" "Oh and also, in addition to giving a gift to Tara and her brother. "The people who are invited have to give gifts to each other!

"I bet your gifts are gonna suck. So dumb and so lame Possible'll probably only give you an outdated video game! "As of Stoppable? Four words: Bueno Nacho Bueno Bucks

The brunette continued, "I would love to stay...."

"But I got some some decorating at the house to do.... Including wrapping a present or two....

So see you losers after the holidays!"

[tarithenurse]

On my Mind, in my Soul - 2

Pairing: Loki x burglar!Reader Contents: Cussing, a bit of violence, some angsting and pining, lemons...and lots of them. Consider yourself warned if you’re underage. A/N: Didn’t plan for the first part to actually be a first part. I’d planned it as a one-shot based on @maladaptive-ninja-returns‘s 3 “prompts”...but then it was nicely recieved and I chatted with them again and we had some fun ideas...so here’s part 2. This time the 3 things have been provided with a sister (who was rather confused as to why I was asking...but it did result in us watching the Bridge of Death sequence from Monty Python and the Holy Grail). Anyhoodles, the things were Earrings. Green. And the song “Put your Records on” by CB Rae. Lyric bits are marked as block quotes.

Challenge

Music’s playing in your ears as you make your way slowly through the museum, keeping the perfect distance to make it seem to the tour guide as though you’re part of the group while to them (a class of history students and their teacher) you’re just some random guest that happens to be going at the same pace. The map of the place in your hand is filled with thin lines by now, indicating camera angles and “alternative” routes.

“And over here we have a temporary collection on loan from London…” the voice of the guide announces through a lull in the song.

He’s beaming proudly as the class oohs and aahs at the glittery reflection of the ornate Crown Jewels. Amateurs. Sure, the lineup of necklaces and crowns looks impressive, but the main items are merely very good replicas made to satisfy the curiosity of people who can’t make it to the Tower of London – the real deal’s safely stored there, only to be removed on special occasions when the queen and her family actually uses it.

However, some of the less impressive items are not fakes. Taking a place before a display case, your eyes fall upon a comparatively drab pair of earrings. Fat, pinkish pearls dangle from golden drops and ovals with a multitude of tiny, white gemstones. Yuck. There are tastier ways of showing off wealth in your opinion, but you also understand that sometimes it’s not about having style per se, rather about flaunting that you can have anything. What in your eyes might be ugly (or at the best of cases kitsch) is probably a blatant show of power because deep down humans are simple creatures that understand a simple language: rarity equals wealth and wealth in turn equals power. And those earrings are rare, no one in their right mind would make more than a single pair.

So why those? Simple. You got a job and the buyer was smart enough to wrap it in a dare, claiming no one could get their hands on that set of pearls. To top the whole deal off, the guy’s willing to do wire transfer but a cash bonus if the job’s completed within a month.

You have to hide a smile as you tug the map and pencil into your purse, slipping your phone out for a moment to skip a tune in the hopes of the shuffle finding something more celebratory for the way out of the museum.

It takes a few tries before you succeed, meaning you’re already back in the grand room by the time you return the device to safety and your fingers brush against something unexpected, causing you to pause in your tracks and glance around, but no one stands out in the crowd of tourists and other visitors. One peek into the depths of the purse’s enough to grant a view of an envelope made of special paper. Or parchment? A cold shudder runs down your spine upon realisation that someone must have gotten close enough to slip it in there although you always keep the damn bag close to your body, even tugged under the arm. Whoever it is…they are good. Too good. It’s as if every camera’s trained on you, like each and every single person’s watching even the smallest movement you make, sending prickly waves of tension to the back of your legs while every hair stands on end.

Forcing yourself to move slowly, you leave the museum. Following the most crowded routes home, you only check for followers a million times. Discreetly, of course, despite the increasing frustration of spotting no one in pursuit or out of place (as much as anyone can look that in New York) not even when walking five times around the block before finally letting yourself into your little flat.

It almost feels safe as the deadbolt clicks into place and you allow yourself to slide onto the floor. Deep breaths tasting of curry from last night’s dinner and book dust helps ground you enough to stop your hands from shaking by the time they pull out the envelope. Turning it around and around, you have to admire the cottonlike quality of the paper and the clearly manually cut edges that shout craftmanship to the heavens. The sender is loaded or makes his own paper.

By the table under the glaring light of a lamp, it’s obvious that the person hasn’t left any other clues on the outside of the envelope, forcing you to open it after a careful examination to avoid any hidden nuisances. You’re holding your breath as you peer into the folds, spotting a photograph which you shake out. What the…?

Trying to pretend that the image’s taken months ago is futile, but still you hurry to the kitchen and slam down on your knees by the cabinet under the sink so hard that you bounce painfully on the linoleum. It doesn’t delay you. Eyes sting with pain as you pull the contents out, scattering the bucket with cleaning agents across the floor. You slam a fist onto a loose board to tip it up, revealing the front of a safe nestled among insulation and rubble. Five beeps and a fingerprint are all it takes for your worry to be proven right.

“Fucking! Alien! Pissflap!” Each exclamation’s punctuated by punches to the cabinet door.

At first glance, the contents could appear to be exactly the way you left them this morning…but the Tiger’s Eye Pendant’s missing.

Maybe sometimes we got it wrong, but it's all right The more things seems to change, the more they stay the same

…

Making the right call can be hard in the heat of the moment, but you managed. More than a week since you’ve been burgled and your thoughts stray all too often to the future and the plans it holds to right the wrong, the only consolation being that the job you have to finish first will be a means to that very end.

Hanging upside down from the skylight, each movement has to be perfectly controlled to stay out of the camera’s view until you’ve reached it and slipped the screen before it. It had taken several tries to get the image just right, but the result was close to perfection. Close enough to get me some minutes. That’s all you need.

Moments later, you’re on the floor. Harness and rope still attached for a quick escape as you work through the hollow pedestal because gods know you’ll be screwed if you disturb the glass encasing the exhibition. Each movement tugs at the restraining tether and gnaws at your skin. You reach carefully through wires for the sensors and lights, the Stark “knife” tugged gingerly away in the palm with nothing but a rubber sleeve to prevent bloodshed. Gloves? Of course you wear them, not only preventing fingerprints but granting a safe grip. Without them your hands would have been slippery with sweat and even now there are a few drops running down your spine before they get soaked up in the top. There. You breathe in deeply a couple of times before unsheathing the knife and cutting through the plate where the loot’s resting. No normal knife would be able to do it and getting this tool had been expensive…but so worth it!

A few more breaths, then you can pack away the fugly earrings and your gear. Just in time, too, as you already can hear the night guard approaching. It’s with a minimal thought of remorse that you ascend, the gears whirring softly as you speed towards the fresh night air.

…

There’s a market for everything whether it’s illegally obtained tools or perfectly made replicas. Studying the simile glinting in the hand, you know that even Loki will have to look carefully to detect the fraud…especially after you’ve added the finishing touch on the back of the pendant.

Part of the bonus has been spent on that piece of work while the rest has gone into setting up your safehouse for a longer stay. You still come and go from your usual apartment, ensuring the façade of a student living there, but everything important has slowly been moved to the other side of upper Manhattan and after the last security measures the place’s close to impenetrable. And impossible to find.

Crouched by the coffee table, you go through the last plans. The private guards’ rounds must have been shuffled, of course, and will take a couple of stake outs to learn. Next, you’re certain that the Asgardian snob must have improved the locks on windows and doors as a pure minimum, leaving a reduced list of access points for a human to use. Question is if he’s considered something like a drone.

…

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams

The cool air dries the tip of your tongue, but you’re too engrossed in navigating the toy through the chimney to care. Each foot of the descend brings it closer to the smoldering ashes and the thing can only handle a certain amount of heat what with all the plastic components, so as soon as it slips out from the fireplace, you heave a sigh of relief. Now comes the hard part. Orienting yourself through the little screen, the drone whirrs along corridors and through grand rooms in search of a safe entryway fitting a woman. Patiently, you ignore the shingles of the roof radiating cold into your muscles as the minutes tick by until you strike gold in the form of a bathroom window. It’s narrow but not impossibly so and you can’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as you use the flying robot to unlatch it and push it open wide.

Slipping in is simple enough, you only hesitate as you land on the marble floor because you hadn’t expected the dampness of the air. Every hard, cool surface’s laced with a fine condensation, but running a hand over the faucets gives a sense of relief that whoever has showered or bathed must have done this a while ago. It’s disconcerting though. Loki supposedly has a private bathroom en suite with his bedroom, so who would use this? There’s no hamper with laundry, no dirty towels or soaps that have been used. Nothing personal. Perhaps he’s got visitors? It’d surprise you. In fact, you’re almost willing to bet that an employee’s taken the liberty of using the facilities but either way, it doesn’t change the plan.

Silently slipping through the door, you know where to go and within minutes have the display in view from a position in a shadowy corner. There’s still a guard lingering, seemingly taking an interest in a set of blueish daggers. Move…come on…you want to finish the round and get some coffee. Silently willing him on results in absolutely nothing and you can feel anxiousness prickle your back and force you shoulders upwards and forwards. Tomorrow, you’ll need to find a massage therapist to knead the tensions away.

Finally, after agonizing minutes, the guy leaves, whistling a soft tune as if he’s proud of a job well done. At least it might hint of extra time if he lingers in other rooms too.

You’re about to work through the case the normal way when you notice the fault in the glass’s positioning and a brief examination leads to a broad smile stretching your cheeks as you place the glove covered hands on either side of the housing and lift it off – no alarms or boobytraps triggered. The exchange’s quick. A glance on your watch, and then you shuffle over to the nearby shelf with the peculiar knives. Stuck tip-down into a relatively common utensil holder it’s almost as though the eccentric collector only has them for show because he knows visitors might be awed while he himself doesn’t consider them of any specific worth although the blue flaring through the gunmetal-dark material is out of this world. Maybe literally.

It’s when you reach out for one that it shimmers out of existence in a familiar golden haze causing your heart to skip a beat. Cursing inwardly for wasting time, you turn to hightail it out of the mansion but nearly collide with the very same blade you were admiring, the tip now resting delicately on your chest.

“My little thief.” Finally looking past the weapon, your eyes meet Loki’s. “I had almost given up hope that you would come.”

Returning the smirk he grants you, it’s still a careful shrug rolling through your shoulder. “Been busy…but I guess you know that.”

It’s impossible to ignore the quick sweep his tongue makes along the lower lip as he looks you over, the widening of his pupils that sends a flutter through your stomach in anticipation. Never again, you’d promised yourself and still you find the memories begin to team up with the view of the tall figure before you. He’s in command of the situation unless you manage to escape. How? He’s the one with a weapon, its tip felt through the fabric like a pin-prick on the slope of your breast – the tiniest movement and it will be more than just a prick. How?

Looking up at him, you smile innocently to prevent any sudden reactions as you reach out for his free hand. He lets you take it, entwining fingers delicately for a moment before leading it to your face. A tender kiss in his palm, the thin cool skin of his wrist before you let his hand rest on your shoulder, allowing you to reach for him and gently nudge the knife-wielding hand aside though never letting go of the arm. You fingers trace the slender limb lazily, half-forgotten as lips brush along his jaw.

Banzai. Loki’s fingers lock into your hair, folding around the base of your skull to steer you, both your lips onto his but also your body trailing after him as he backs towards the centre of the room. If memory serves you right, there’s some kind of puffy bench or other which means that you only have until you reach that to incapacitate him. Why? I could just go along. Sweet temptation makes your heart flutter against your ribs and a heat pools low in you belly. It’s a dangerous game to play with someone like him and you had promised yourself last time that it would never happen again…just like you had sworn never to return to this place.

A quick glance verifies that you have about four steps before he’ll have you locked beneath him. Grinding against his groin with your hip, the reaction comes immediately in form of a groan and you pray that he’s distracted enough for a few seconds. With a swift snatch you manage to tear the dagger from his grip, brandishing it between your bodies with the tip pointed at his growing cock.

Breathing heavily, Loki’s aware enough of what’s going on to stop moving, his eyes filling with cold fury as he glances towards the alternative hostage situation. “What’s this? Complaints?” Somehow, he still manages to patronize you.

“Consider it a refusal.”

“You didn’t say no last time, my pet.”

He’s right, but you’re not about to give in again and let him get more power over you. “It served it’s purpose. No more.”

“Ouch.” Thin lips curl in a snarl. “It hurts my feelings….especially when you lie that badly.”

It won’t help to discuss past events with him (especially when you don’t want to admit the truth yourself), so you change focus to the situation at hand by ordering the Asgardian to let go of you. Something he only begrudgingly does when you add more pressure with the knife and it slips through the fabric of his trousers with a soft rippling sound as each thread is severed.

You should’ve seen it coming. The moment you step back, creating distance between the god and the weapon, he moves. A sharp pain races up from wrist to shoulder as the metal clatters across the floor, but you don’t have time to register where it lands because your aching arm is twisted behind your back and used as leverage to force you onto the floor with your face smushed into the green velvet of the seat. It smells of sawdust and a hint of camphor, but mostly it just grates against your skin.

A glint of light reflecting of metal captivates you, ensuring that Loki can use less power to hold you still as you stare at the dark grey-blue tip less than an inch from your eye. Shit. You can’t breathe. Can’t move or think. Only one other sentence keeps circling in your mind – unfortunately it’s full of self-deprecation rather than any useful ideas. Shit.

“Don’t mistake my indulgence for weakness,” the cold hiss explains, “letting you go last time was not a show of defeat as you very well know.”

The dagger moves out of sight, leaving you to stare one-eyed at a shade of green you’ll never forget anymore. Then you feel the prick at the nape of your skull. The cocky alien’s in control now even as he lets go of you and this time there’s nothing playful about the current predicament like the previous encounters had been. Sweat’s breaking out all over your body and you have to swallow hard to simply be able to breathe.

“So what now?” Your sneer’s partially muffled by the plush piece of furniture. “Gonna rape me, you sick bastard?”

He hits you so hard that you skid across the polished floor. Black spots dance before your eyes even after you manage to crack the jaw back in place. You’ve been hit before. Hell, it’s one of the reasons you became such a good burglar, but this tops it all and calls forth hot tears that spill down your face. You don’t care. You especially don’t care when he yanks your face skywards by grabbing hold of the messy hair and the freezing length of a by now familiar blade lands on your throat.

“Look. At. Me.” A spark within you wants to resist, but you can’t and your view fills with the emerald irises that burn with hate. “I may be harsh and cruel, but I would never do something like that to you.” He seems to realize what he’s said and adds quickly, “to anyone.”

Just more than I could take Pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake I thought that I was stronger

…

The world’s fuzzy and soft in the night by the time you attempt to open your eyes. It takes a moment to get your bearing and another one before the memories return and you sit up with a gasp. You’re back in your little apartment, but you have no recollection of how you got there. The last you do recall are Loki’s green eyes before a sensation of falling.

What did he do? Padding yourself down, it’s with some disbelief that you accept that you not only are wearing exactly the same as when you set out the night before, but there are no other injuries than a few bruises…excluding the deep gash in your pride. No trace of unwarranted contact despite the fact that you must have been completely at Loki’s mercy. Knowing that, you should be relieved. Not afraid. Not shameful. Not…filling with regret as if you had been the one to make advances only to be turned down by him. Messed up. Too messed up. Is it possible to get addicted to a person?

Frustrated, you push off the bed and begin pacing hectically through the small apartment, a scathing, internal monologue running on repeat to remind you of why it’s good you got away from Loki’s mansion without anything else happening.

…

Turning in your bed, you’re vaguely aware that the light has changed to soft grey tones - you must have managed to fall asleep after all. Tugging at the oversized t-shirt to get comfortable again, the feeling of the pendant against your chest solicits a drowsy smile.

…

You near a state of wakefulness in protest of the chill stealing through your limbs. Presuming in the sleepy state that you must have pushed the covers aside, you grope for it. Not covers. The observation flashes through your head and startles you to move quickly for the crevice between mattress and headboard for a knife you keep tugged away there, but cold fingers wrap round your wrists.

“Not so fast.”

Blinking blearily, you stare up into Loki’s face. The glint in his gorgeous, green eyes is mischievous, not unlike the curling smile that broadens as he takes in your exposed form because no, a faded t-shirt and a pair of panties doesn’t count as cover when he’s the one blatantly studying each curve. You see how his eyes darken, hear the shortness of both your breaths, and memories come flooding back followed by a strong heat in your womanhood.

Your attempt at speaking’s a helpless croak until you clear the throat. “Ch-changed your mind?”

The gaze alone could hold you in place as he refocuses on your mouth. Unbiddenly, you wet your lips that suddenly have gone dry.

“I do not deny that I appreciate your body immensely, but that’s not why I’m here.” Loki changes the hold on your wrist with ease, freeing a hand to caress your neck, your throat, before pulling out the pendant from under the cotton. “No…this is why.” Faint embers are reflected onto his cold irises. “I must congratulate you, my dear…your plan was not bad and had I been a mere human, then I would probably not have noticed the exchange.”

The weight of the necklace returns onto your chest, now cold from his fingers that begin straightening the chain. Each stroke ghosts across sensitive skin, sending goosebumps racing over your body and a soft ache warns you how your nipples are initiating a slow uprising against the t-shirt.

“Why d’you want it back? You let me leave with it!”

Your challenge’s meant to distract him from what he’s doing, but he merely glances before beginning to smoothen the fabric. “I knew you’d come back for it.”

“What?” The word pops out hard and mocking. “You think it’s more than financial value to me?” It doesn’t…does it? You’d meant to sell it originally, but then changed your mind and blew of the potential buyers without remorse.

“Pet…don’t pretend we don’t think alike, you and I.” Leaning down, Loki’s lips brush gently against your earlobe and his hair tickles against your chin, its scent of frost and camphor setting off a new shiver that heads straight for your aching core. “You’d come because of your pride. For the challenge. And deep down…because you yearn for something more.”

The Asgardian tugs playfully at your ear with his teeth, hands sliding along your arm and side before reverting and you feel your body betray your mind as it arches into his touch. Cupping your face in a large hand his lips meet yours gently before he pulls back, letting go completely although he doesn’t get off the bed.

“Please…” broken-voiced, you try to formulate what you need.

Light fingertips on your thigh stokes the burning need. “Tell me what you want, kitten. Last time you denied me my fun…what will it be now?”

“I want…I…” Loki stays within reach of your grabbing hands but doesn’t move towards you either. “I want you…need…please?”

“Are you certain?” His grip on your hip’s still soft. Too soft. “I’d like to reward you for the skill it took to swap the pendant, but you have to want it.”

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

Gentleness is obliterated by a bruising urgency as Loki takes over your body. Every inch’s kissed, bitten, licked, or explored with cool hands that booth bruise and soothe the burning traces. Every time you gasp for breath, his lips find yours to swallow each moan that the pressure of his thigh between your legs elicit. Not enough. He’s gotten you to the brink of bliss, but like a mirage it keeps eluding you and the feverish need for more’s burning you from the inside, leaving a hollow sensation that can be filled if only… A whine escapes your lips, warning the god as you reach for the belt buckle in desperation only to feel them snared and forced above your head.

He positions himself between your legs, nudging the knees apart. “So eager…” the growl’s guttural, nearly muffling the words, “longing for more…”

The golden shimmer’s visible even with half-closed eyes, but although you can feel his skin against your legs and arms as Loki repositions himself, your soaked panties still form a barrier between the cockhead as it pushes against your folds, and the old t-shirt insulates you from the chill of his chest.

“Loki…pleeaase!”

Arching against him, you feel the tremble passing through his body and for the briefest of moments it’s as though his eyes are red, but you’re distracted by his skin changing hue and the man, the alien, growing ever so slightly that his physique becomes impressively dimensioned. A scratching like claws diverts your eyes to the now blueish hands where darker talons have replaced the nails. I should be terrified. The logic’s clear yet simultaneously completely irrelevant as icy lips find the tender skin on your throat where they suck, marking a path spot by spot to your clavicle…then past…and as the V of the cotton obstructs the proceedings, Loki shreds it and tosses the scraps onto the floor without taking his burning gaze off your body now exposed beneath him.

“Little pet…if I hurt you…” He forces his gaze to your face, concern simmering in the darkness of lust. “If I hurt you or you want me to stop…say Laufey.”

The request itself is not unfamiliar unlike the word so you nod. “Mighty confident talking wh–“

You don’t get further because he kisses you again, forcefully, hungrily, biting your bottom lip as his fingers slip past the hem of the panties and delve between your soaking folds to the delighted groans of both of you. Perfect strokes mix with circles around the clit and entrance, often with added pressure onto the former that has you crying out Loki’s name like a prayer. Still, he’s got your wrists in an iron grip even if it clearly frustrates him.

“Belt,” you gasp, causing him to pause, “will get…get your h-hand…free.”

The curling smile bares gleaming, pointed teeth. “What a delightfully filthy idea.”

Not only does he use the belt to restrain your hands. No. The god also takes the opportunity to turn you around onto elbows and knees, allowing him to take place behind you. Claws trail your spine all the way to the elastic of the remaining clothes and you can feel it give way, sliding under the curve of your ass and exposing the glistening heat of your cunt. Then they too are torn apart. Cold hands slam onto the butt cheeks, forming an anchor for Loki as he begins to lab up your arousal, his nose nudging at your core with every movement.

Heat and tension builds within you, has you pleading for your god to fill you or let you cum on his tongue and fingers. Again and again, the bastard denies you release. Each time, he chuckles darkly as he has you watch past your own body how the strong hand pumps a nervewrecking huge cock languidly. The tip a dark purple with the exception of the milky pre-cum leaking out each time his fist passes ridges similar to those on the rest of his body. And all you can think of is how badly you want him inside you, to feel the ridges against the smooth walls, and you pout and curse when he returns to the ministrations that has his face glistening.

Balancing on the edge, you nearly scream as he pulls away once more, but this time his strong hands brings your legs together with his knees on the outside, and you gasp from anticipation and the thundering need at the feeling of the cool cockhead tracing your folds, each pass nudging further in until his manhood’s fully covered in your juices and he’s perfectly aligned.

“Don’t hold back, kitten.”

And with that Loki slides into your tight core, stretching you to the very limits which causes a sweet, stinging pain to heighten the sensation of each ridge that delves in and makes you shout with pleasure on contact with your g-spot. Gold shimmers, freeing your wrists so you can brace yourself.

“That’s it,” he growls, “ let me hear you.”

The rhythm’s slow at first, allowing some semblance of adaptation before increasing the intensity. And you let him hear exactly how you feel. Praises and curses mingle with your gasping breath, turning into groans, then shouts until he has you cumming with his name tearing from your throat in a wild scream as you plunge into the darkness of the abyss to drown in ecstasy. Every muscle seizes in your body, leaving it to Loki to hold you in position…and he does as he rams into you haphazardly before reaching his own peak and unloading like an icy flood inside you, stealing the last air from your lungs.

He doesn’t bother with pulling out, rather he tips the both of you, tugging you tightly to his chest as his form reverts to normal. Gasping for air, none of you speak.

Eventually, though, the peaceful silence ends, and Loki abandons you in the bed in favour of cleaning up and getting dressed the same way as when first you’d had sex. Pausing by the door, he looks back. It’s almost a déjà vu.

“I trust we will see each other again, my pet?” The lazy smile negates the questioning tone.

[rebeckathefloof]

Miss You~

Summary: He really wants you to come visit and he misses you a lot. You decide to surprise him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None (Just a dash of Yoongi really missing you)

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2,5K

a/n: tumblr ruined my formatting :(( Sorry for the mess it left. Hope you enjoy!

Yoongs: Jagiiii~

When are you coming to visit again???

I miss you~

(Y/N): Yaaa

Yoongles, you know I can’t come visit

Our schedules clash and you have the cb to think about..

You know I miss you too...

Yoongs: Buuut Jagiiii~

You know it’s very chill right before our cb,

there isn’t really anything to do around here

and the maknaes are annoying

(Y/N): We’ll have to see

I might be able to ask for a small break

but I can’t promise anything

Ok?

Yoongs: As long as there

is a chance that you might come here~

OK, I have to go now, they want to go through

the choreo one last time today

Love you~

(Y/N): Love you too

Yoongi~

|Today    14:58|

(Y/N) P.O.V.

As I entered the upper levels of my work-building, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my senses. There was a slight buzz from my coworkers as they zoomed around the floor, attending to their assigned tasks. At the end of the corridor was my boss’ office. I greeted his assistant at the reception like table. ‘’Is he in still?’’ My tired voice drawled out. She nodded a vague yes. I scoffed a bit at her out-of focus like state and headed towards the door and knocked before entering.

‘’Good afternoon Mr.Steele, Is there anything in particular left for me to do today?’’ My boss raised his head and shook it. ‘’There isn’t. Was there anything else you wanted to ask me?’’ I saw this as an opportunity, and nodded. ‘’There is actually, I wanted to ask if I could get a small 1 or 2 week break, so I can go and visit Yoongi? Also if you do want me to work a bit while away I can do that too. Since my job is literally writing and producing music it’ll be quite a relief to get a of change environment for a while.’’

I waited for the inevitable no coming from my boss, considering that he’s always had me on a tight leash if there ever was an artist in need of a writer and I needed to do face-to-face collaboration.

‘’I understand if i won’t be able to, considering that are plenty of artists that want to meet me face to face an-’’ Mr.Steele interrupted my rambling and cleared his throat. ‘’It’s fine (Y/N), go see Yoongi, come back when you need to, but you still have to write and submit it to me. Got it?’’ I nodded. ‘’Yes I understand, Is there anything else you want me to do while I’m gone?’’ He shook his head and mentioned for me to just leave his office and go home.

‘’Thank you again for letting me have this vacation!’’ He just sighed and gestured towards the door. ‘’Go get your man (Y/N)!’’ He laughed as I hurried out the door.

I opened the door to my one bedroom apartment and stepped in to let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. ‘Well… Time to pack AND book a plane ticket’ I scurried into my messy bedroom and hopped over the clothing piles on the floor. I took a quick look in my closet and sighed.

‘’When was the last time I fucking did laundry?’’ I quickly shook my head and collected a few clothing items and threw them into the hamper I had in the corner of my room. I sprinted down the stairs to the basement and greeted a few of the neighbors on my way down to the laundry room.

I almost bonked into the door when it almost closed on me, I looked up and saw a few of the older neighbors look at me and shake their head in disapproval. I straightened my back walked over to the only available washer. I chucked all the clothes into it and prepared it for a program.

I let out a sigh and leaned against the washer as it whizzed to life and started rumbling. I dug up my phone from the pocket and opened it, looking at the various notifications I’d received throughout the day. I looked at Yoongis contact and contemplated if I should send a heads up to him or something, but decided against it as I wanted it to be a surprise for him when I arrived. Instead I sent a text to Namjoon asking him if I could get some info on where Yoongi was during the time I arrived so I could go and surprise him wherever he was.

The washing machine beeped and signalled that the program was done, I opened it and threw all the clothes back into the hamper and fixed the washing machine so it was ready for the next person to use.

I slumped down on the couch and placed my laptop into my lap, searching up plane tickets for Seoul and looked at varying options settling on one of the pricier ones, clicking on check-out and paying for it I waited for an email to arrive, confirming my purchase and linking the receipt and all the other information I needed for my flight. I looked everything over and nodded to myself, closing it and putting it in the backpack with rest of my equipment. I felt and heard my stomach rumble reminding me that I had to have something to eat this very moment before I literally fall asleep on the couch.

I went into the kitchen to check for some leftovers noticing I barely had anything in the fridge, except for some Ice Tea and fruit yoghurt along with some leftover red-wine sauce. I sighed and looked into the cupboards and noted there was literally nothing at all. I picked my phone up from the table and tapped on the best take-out places number waiting for the staff to pick.

‘’ One number fifteen please, also I want the cashews and veggies on the side. Yes, Okay thank you’’ I ended the call and slumped back down on one of the plush kitchen chairs almost missing and landing on the floor.

I patiently waited the 15 minutes they told me it’d take. As I heard the knock on the door I rose up from my comfortable position on the chair and went to open the door. ‘’Hello, Here is your order, One number 15 with the cashews and the veggies on the side. That’ll be 7 dollars.’’ I nodded and handed him the charge and took the food as I closed the door behind me.

Once again I sat down on the couch and opened the containers containing the most convenient and delicious food ever. I almost drooled a bit thinking about it as I dug in.

I leaned back as I finished ravishing the beautifully created meal that had been before me just seconds ago. I stretched my limbs and stood up to throw away the trash caused by the food. I drug my feet across the livingroom floor into my bedroom and threw myself on the bed setting an alarm for 5 am. I put my phone charger in and fell back against the sheets.

I scurried into the airport hall as I searched for the correct machine to get my boarding ticket from, I spotted the machine from the company I was flying with as I hurried over there and put in my information I got the tag for my luggage and the boarding ticket. I quickly went over to the correct check-in and security line.

Once I had checked in and went through the security, I was admitted in to the passenger lounge where I could get some food and drinks if I felt like it. I ordered a Pepsi and a sandwich since I hadn't gotten breakfast. I waited until they announced my order was ready, well only the sandwich since I already had gotten the Pepsi, I went over to the counter and picked up the tray with the grilled sandwich on it. The morning had gone by so fast I hadn’t had the time to really look around and take everything in, the smells, the sights and overall noisiness of the people bustling around in a hurry to get from one place to another. Places like this often got my anxiety going as it was a close space with a lot of people pushing around trying to get past you- The thought of it just made me shudder. Thankfully I had a way of avoiding this completely and get by just fine. That is the reason why I chose a early flight and woke up at 5 am.

Just as I finished eating my sandwich they announced that the plane to Seoul would start boarding soon and that you should make your way over if you hadn’t already. I quickly disposed of the trash and put the empty pepsi bottle into my backpack and rose up from the lounge seat to go over to the boarding terminals. I took out my ticket and passport to make it go by smoothly for both me and the staff.

I waited patiently in line as there were only a few people ahead of me, soon I was at the front of the line and I quickly handed over my ticket and passport, they nodded and told me to go ahead. I boarded the plane and went to find my seat. Hopefully I wished for a window seat and that there wouldn’t be anyone beside me. Thankfully one of my wishes came true. Window seat acquired! I quickly took out my laptop and the noise cancelling headphones from the backpack and went to stuff if into the overhead shelf. I scooted over to my seat at the window and dug out my phone and texting Namjoon that I had boarded the plane and it probably would take off soon. I put it into airplane mode before opening my laptop to do the same. Just as I put on my headphones I could hear families with their screaming demon children boarding the plane and I let out a exasperated sigh. This was going to be one long ass flight.

After hours and hours the plane had finally landed at Incheon, thankfully I hadn’t had any screaming or kicking children behind or infront of me, though I had this one guy who kept sniffling and coughing beside me, I was so close to asking the guy if he could hop over to the empty seat beside him since it had been empty but my awkwardness had taken the best of me and I just let it be. I shot a text to Namjoon telling him I just arrived and asking if he could send someone to pick me up, his answer came right away responding there was already someone waiting to pick you up in a black van.

After rounding up my stuff and getting of the plane I went to collect my luggage at the pickup. I noticed just how much busier Incheon was than the airport back at home. I listened to the people around me, picking up on a few korean words that Yoongi had taught me after we got together. I quickly shook it off and went off looking for the exit, where someone would come pick me up.

Exiting the airport I noticed someone standing next to a black van waving at me. I hurried over and confirmed if it was my ride which I got an affirmative from the driver. He took care of my suitcase which held my clothes and a few other things and loaded it into the trunk of the van and gestured for me to get in.

‘’Miss, We have arrived at the destination. The boys are in the practice room’’ I thanked the chauffeur and got my suitcase from the trunk and started towards the building where the boys were.

As I entered the building, staff acknowledged me and nodded.

I waited for the elevator to arrive as I sent a text to Namjoon asking if they were still practicing. He responded that they were on a 5 minute break before they had to go back to practice again. I thanked him and got in the elevator when it arrived.

Arriving at the floor the boys practice room was at I walked down the corridor hearing music blasting from the speakers inside. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside, looking at all of the boys and finally landing on the one.

I went over to the chairs placed behind them and sat down as I waited for the song to end. As soon as I thought it, the song ended. I started clapping to get Yoongis attention and that I did.

He turned around as he heard the clapping of hands, there before him stood the person he had been missing for months. ‘’You’re here! You actually made it!’’ He enveloped me in a tight hug as I wrapped my arms around him. One of the other boys snickered at his hyungs actions. ‘’That’s more emotion than I’ve ever seen him express in all the years I’ve known him’’ I chuckled and released my arms from around him.

‘’I thought we agreed on that we would tell each other when we were visiting?’’ I scratched my head a bit and retorted. ‘’What’s the point of telling, if I wanted it to be a surprise?’’ Yoongi snorted. ‘’Yeah? You wanted to surprise me? Do you think I was surprised Jagiiii~?’’ In the corner of my eye I could see the maknae cringe at his hyungs words.

‘’I think you were really surprised Yoongs… Maybe you could show me how surprised you were?’’ The suggestive tone in my voice made the others groan. ‘’GET A FUCKING ROOM YOU TWO!’’ Unsurprisingly it was Jeongguk who shouted it at us.

Yoongi dragged me out of the practice room and down the hall, where their studios were located. He quickly punched in the code on his lock and swung the door open, just to shove me in and slam the door closed behind us.

After one intense make-out session later, Yoongi and I laid on his couch holding each-other just taking in the others presence and basking in it. Yoongi held me as if he could lose me any second, missing the way his breath hitched a few times before holding me tighter and hiding his head in my neck.

Smelling his subtle cologne, it reminded me of the first time we met. It smelled of the orange he shared with me while we were working on one of the songs for their then upcoming album.

‘’Yoongi? Are you alright?’’ I stroked his back in an attempt to calm him down. ‘’I- It’s just that you’ve been gone for so long and I… I just- I have missed you for so long, you have no idea how many nights I dreamed about you being here, next to me, every morning, every night, always and I don’t want you to leave again... ‘’ I looked at him, resting my head on his chest, taking a deep breath.

‘’It could come true... ‘’ He looked me in the eyes looking after any sign of a joke. ‘’I’m not joking… I could move here and live with you…’’ He nodded fervently and flipped us over so I was underneath him. ‘’I’d like that’’

[dramaqueeenamby]

Queen {part 5} - CB x Reader

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Queen 

April, 2019

[Voiceover by Oprah]

He was a prominent actor known for tackling iconic roles such as James Brown, Jackie Robinson, Marshall, and most recently, the Marvel Superhero, Black Panther.

Clips of Chadwick in 42, Get On Up, Marshall, and Black Panther along with him walking various red carpets.

She, an upcoming author who made history by being the first, youngest, and only African American woman to have two top ten books on the New York Times Bestseller List at the same time.

Clips of you being interviewed on various television networks and at book signings.

He, a Howard graduate with a degree from the prestigious Oxford University.

She, a Stanford graduate with a masters degree from Yale University.

Photos of both you and Chadwick at your separate graduations.

However, two separate worlds would come to collide after a phone call from the editors for Vogue magazine requesting the two prominent black figures to partake in a segment.

A photo of you and Chadwick’s Authors on Actors episode.

A meeting that would forever alter the course of both of their lives.

Camera starts to quickly shuffle the few available photographs of you and Chadwick.

Both notoriously private people, speculation as to whether or not these two are a couple have been raging ever since photos emerged of them eating dinner together in Italy back in August of 2015.

Photo of you hiding your face as Chadwick leads you through a group of men with cameras.

For almost four years, the two have stringently avoided talking about the nature, or even existence, of their relationship.

Photo of you laughing at something as Chadwick holds the door open for you to get into his car.

Until now.

Camera suddenly shows Oprah sitting in her seat, a close up of her face.

“Both Chadwick and Y/N have not only agreed to their first public interview with me, but invited me in their beautiful California home, cameras included, as they reveal bombshells that will absolutely leave you, and the rest of the world, shocked.”

Camera shows you and Chadwick greeting Oprah in your spacious living room as the camera crew adjusts mics and such before starting off the segment.

“Well, first of all, thank you so much for having me and my crew in your beautiful home.” The billionaire started off, shifting in her seat as she crossed one leg over the other.

You smiled cheerfully as Chadwick placed one his arm on the top of the sofa behind you while you dusted invisible lent off your outfit. “Thank you for even wanting to do this with us.”

“It’s not every day you have Oprah Winfrey sitting on your couch, interviewing you.” Chadwick joked with a sly smile.

“Well when my people caught wind that you two were interested in giving an interview, I absolutely knew that I had to try. Because I’ve met both of you prior to this, correct?”

Chadwick nodded. “Yes, it was at the premiere of, The Butler, I think.”

You looked over at Chadwick before wrecking your own brain. “And I-oh! Of course. I was a part of your segment on uprising female authors of color.”

“Yes, yes.,” the billionaire agreed. “It was you, Nicola Yoon, Angie Thomas, and…”

“Sabaa Tahir,” you supplied as Chadwick lightly started to rub your shoulder.

“Yes.” She acknowledged before bending over slightly. “Now, you know I hate abrupt questions, but I can’t help but notice that beautiful set of rings on your finger,” she pointed to Chadwick. “And the band on your hand….are you two engaged?”

You look over at your husband who had a small smirk before dropping your head into your hands and giggling nervously.

“You want me to say it?” He asked, that same calm demeanor of his remaining untouched.

“Oh Lord,” Oprah commented and sat back up in her seat, her hand on the armrest. “Should I be nervous?”

“No,” you finally straightened back up and slowly nodded, hoping that your bundle of nerves wasn’t so apparent. “We are not engaged.” Oprah stayed quiet as she sensed there was more to it. “We’re actually….already married.”

Oprah grabbed the armrest as her eyes widened slightly. “Now wait a minute.” She looked around the room as though she was searching for another camera. “I need a drink.” Chadwick’s loud laugh filled the room. “Did you just say that you two are married?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “We celebrated our three year anniversary last week.”

The iconic woman suddenly stood from her seat. “I really need that drink.” You and Chadwick were both cackling up a storm as Oprah stood with her hand on her hip. “You’re being completely forthcoming?”

“We got married on April 8th of 2016 in Maui, Hawaii.” Chadwick further explained as you nodded while briefly staring at your lap.

“It was a very small ceremony, a little under 100 people, the majority of them being his family,” you lightly joked, gesturing your thumb in his direction.

“How long did you two even date?” Oprah was still extremely surprised as she returned to her seat and looked at you two with a waiting expression.

“I will say that it wasn’t long,” you admitted. “I mean the first time that we met was for that Vogue segment, and that was what….in March I think? I’m not sure, but regardless, we, well I can’t speak for him, but I was immediately attracted to him-”

“It was mutual,” Chadwick supplied with a quickness that made you laugh. “I was floored when I saw her because I’d heard of her, but I’d never actually seen a picture or anything like that. And then she walks in, this tiny woman-”

“In stature,” you filled in while patting your thighs. “That’s always been the only tiny thing about me.”

Chadwick shrugged with his signature smirk. “I said that it was mutual.” You quietly gasped and slapped his leg before turning to Oprah.

“Fact: He is actually very inappropriate 95% of the time.”

She raised her hands and let out a long breath. “I am honestly still in shock that you two are actually married.” You smiled with a closed mouth. “You know that this is going to break Twitter right?” You and Chadwick laughed. “Especially black twitter. You’ve snagged the Black Panther himself.”

“I have,” you smirked, shaking your shoulders before laughing again and clapping. “No, honestly, this is another reason why we didn’t want to come out, even when we were dating, but especially when we got married. Because once people know, they start to talk, they start to judge, and that’s truly how lies come about.”

Chadwick shook his head. “We wanted to enjoy our relationship, enjoy each other without public scrutiny.”

“Was there ever a point in time where you wanted to just come out and say, ‘yes, were dating or yes, we’re married.”

“Absolutely,” Chadwick answered without hesitation. “Mostly when I have a premiere or an event that I’m attending, but also dates in general because what man doesn’t want to be able to publicly talk about the woman he loves? Girlfriend and especially wife. I think that the Met Gala was really when I started to get fed up.”

“Oh yeah, he was livid as hell because I’d also been invited, to this day I don’t know how or why, but I was.” You laughed lightly.

“That’s right you two did attend,” the both of you nodded. “But you didn’t walk together? Take any pictures together?”

“Nothing. On the red carpet, at least.” A bashful smile fell upon your face. “The party afterward was a different story, which is how those pictures came about-”

Separate photos of you and Chad on the red carpet followed by a candid photo of you sitting on Chadwick’s lap, whispering something in his ear, a small smirk on his face.

“I just realized that your outfits-”

“Yes, we intentionally matched.” You answered for her as both were Versace pieces picked out by Ashley, Chad’s stylist who worked with yours to help create your look. “It was something that absolutely confused the mess out of people because we’re matching, yet we don’t interact at all on the red carpet only to be photographed behind the scenes all….couple’d up, if you will.”

“Rumors started popping up that I was ashamed of her or trying to hide our relationship because it wouldn’t be good for my image.”

“Really?” Oprah was surprised. “That must have been frustrating.”

“Extremely.” He sighed. “There were moments where I just wanted to go on Twitter or Instagram and post photos from our wedding-”

“What was—and I’m so sorry for the sporadic questions—but what was the first song that you danced to?”

You smiled broadly from the memory.“Technically, With You by Tony Terry, but we danced to two songs back to back because he wanted For You by Kenny Lattimore, and I wanted With You, but he really doesn’t know how to say no to me.”

“You see this house don’t you?” Chadwick joked, laughing when you gave him your ‘really, nigga?’ look.

“Which we went half on” you moved forward and craned your neck with attitude. “Mama ain’t raise no fool.”

“That’s not the only thing we went half on,” he murmured as you shot him a look with a raised eyebrow.

“You really wanna do it now?” You asked, mirroring his expression.

“Is there something else?” The billionaire pressed, looking between the husband and wife.

Your head rolled as you pulled your cell phone from between your thighs and dialed the last call. “Mama?”

“Girl, why are you calling me from downstairs?” You rolled your eyes. “You kids are so damn lazy these-”

“Are they up?”

She chuckled. “You know they are.”

You looked over and nodded at Chad. “Okay, we’re coming up.” You heard more grumbling and quickly ending the call, looking over at the woman who inspired you so much as a young black girl.

“Do you mind coming somewhere with us?”

“They can come to,” Chadwick commented, gesturing to the cameramen as she stood up and pulled on his jeans. He then extended his hand to you, helping you get up.

“I don’t know if I should be excited or nervous,” she commented as you made conversations with her, Chadwick holding your hand as you all descended up the stairs.

“This house is so beautiful,” she aww’d as you once again thanked her before finally reaching your destination, Chad walking ahead of ya’ll, prompting you to roll your eyes.

He was so obsessed.

“Oh my god,” Oprah gasped as you stood in the doorway of your nursery. “You two have a baby?’

“Whatchu’ doing up, baby girl?” Chadwick coo’d to your six-week-old daughter, taking her from your mom who was standing in shock that Oprah Winfrey was really a few feet away from her. “You giving grandma a hard time?”

“Two,” you corrected, walking over to the other crib to lift your son. “And he knows good and well, his mini-me over here is the troublemaker.”

“Oh my goodness, you have twins?” She was floored, her mouth ajar. “I really need that drink.”

You giggled and walked over to Chad, slowly rocking your baby boy. “This is Zion Aaron Manyor Boseman.”

“And Zora Ayamba Adana Boseman,” your husband introduced, allowing your daughter—who was two minutes older than her brother—to play with one of his large fingers.

“And my name is Thelma Y/L/N,” you mom interjected with a nervous smile, walking over to the interviewer. “Sis, I watched every single episode of your show and I record Queen Sugar because you know I have to work-”

“Mommyyyyy,” you drew out the ‘y’, switching the position of your son onto your shoulder, catching how Chadwick seemed to be in his own little world with Zora. “You promised that you’d-”

“Girl, don’t you see two grown folks talking?” She waved you off, telling Oprah all about her favorite segments including the man who turned blue and when she had the racists on her famous programming.

You looked over at your husband, finally catching his eye.

“We’re gonna be here a while.”

Q - U - E - E - N • Q - U - E - E - N • Q - U - E - E -

“We’re trending on Twitter and LipstickAlley,” you chuckled, going through the social media sites following the airing of your interview with Oprah a week ago.

SINGLE STATUS OF THE BLACK PENTHA STRIPPED AWAY; MARRIED WITH KIDS!!!

CHADWICK BOSEMAN AND Y/F/N AND Y/L/N: “WE’RE MARRIED.”

T’CHALLA IS T’MARRIED (WITH KIDS!!)

BLACK LOVE: THE BOSEMAN’S (PICS INCLUDED)

You chuckled, reading through some of the replies to one of the four threads that were filled with people expressing shock, anger, surprise, and even doubt.

“I don’t know why you read that stuff,” Chadwick grumbled before continuing to make faces at your daughter just stared up at him with a mixture of confusion and amazement. Sometimes you wondered if he liked her more than you. He was affectionate and loving with both kids, but there was something about his bond with Nora.

He was always holding her, rocking her, talking to her, informing her how he’d kick whatever poor and naive little “negro” who thought himself worthy of her.

You could already tell that she was going to be an absolute daddy’s girl.

“It’s entertaining,” you shrugged, your eyes widening as you smiled slyly from one comment. “Well, if someone has to spend the rest of her days getting dicked down by Big Dick Boseman, I’m glad it’s an educated melanin sister and not Becky or some other light bright.��

“Oh my gosh,” he groaned, shutting his eyes as you closed up Safari and threw your phone on the mattress beside you. “Is that what they call me?”

“Among other things,” you smirked, crawling over and standing behind him, wrapping your arms around him, leaning over to lightly caress your little baby’s face. “You know that she should be sleep right? Zion is.”

“My little man would be up too if you hadn’t made me put his to sleep.”

“He was fussy, Chadwick.”

“He just wanted one of us to hold him.”

“Exactly,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re going to have him and especially her thinking that all they have to do is whine and you’ll come running. No, that I’ll come running since you’ll be-”

“Shhhh,” he hushed you. “I don’t wanna talk about it around her.”

You sighed into his broad back. “Baby, they’re going to notice it when you’re not here.”

Chadwick was set to leave at the end of the month so he could start filming for Black Panther 2 and while you were happy that his career was continuing to excel, the both of you were saddened by the fact that he was going to be away from you and your babies.

You’d gotten pregnant the same night that you tried which was damn near perfect timing because he’d been with you for the entire duration of your pregnancy, all the way from the moment that you got the call from your general practitioner to when you’d given birth.

You tried to listen to your mom who told you to try to be more thankful that he was able to stay with you during the hardest part.

That was debatable.

“You going to sleep on me, mama,” Chadwick remarked as Zora’s eyes started to flutter, her mouth moving all about.

“Give her here,” you moved to get off the bed, standing by him as he looked up. “Baby, you’re going to mess with her sleep schedule. It’s going to be hard on me if she’s up when Zion is sleep and vice versa.”

Your explanation worked as she stood up with a reluctant sigh and placed the softest of kisses against her tiny forehead. “I love you, Zora.” He then handed her over to you as you beamed down at your baby girl, turning and lightly rocking her before heading out of the room, Chadwick right on your heels.

“Time to go night night, mommy.” You whispered, glancing over at your son to see that he was fast asleep. Kissing her cheek, you carefully lowered her into her bed, your index finger stroking her tiny tummy as you leaned over the bed.

“I know you still worry about her,” you spoke quietly as your husband moved behind you, his hands on your hips as he also peered over her. “But she’s okay now, Chad….she’s strong...just like her daddy.”

Even though you gave him a hard time, you also understood why Chadwick extensively coddled her with such an exorbitant amount of attention. You knew that those three minutes after you delivered her that was filled with silence instead of the cried that typically accompanied the entrance of a newborn still haunted him. Your frightened tears as you repeatedly asked everyone in the delivery room why your baby wasn’t crying and what was wrong.

He probably blamed himself. You wouldn't put it past him. He was notorious for misdirecting blame.

He kissed your shoulder. “You carried her, the both of them….if anyone is strong, it is you, Queen. Without a doubt.”

It didn’t bypass you how he avoided commenting on what you said, but it was late so you let it pass, opting to try and lighten the mood.

“I suppose you are right. After all, I did have my poor vagina literally stretched to its limit.”

He chuckled, his large hands moving up and down your sides. “And how is that any different from when we-”

“Finish that sentence, and I will castrate you.” You calmly threatened as he walked over to Zion’s crib to check on him. “He’s going to have big hands.” You noted after going over to join him as he stared at his sleeping son.

“And the problem with that is?’ You rolled your eyes and resisted the urge to kiss your son’s head, not wanting to disturb his slumber, as you exited out the nursery. You expected him to follow suit but instead, his low voice speaking, resulting in you standing outside the door in order to listen.

“Now daddy is gonna have to leave you two for a lil’ while so that means you’re gonna have to look for each other till’ I get back.” You found yourself smiling softly, your side pushed into the wall as your husband spoke to your almost two-month-old twins as though they were able to comprehend what he was saying. “And most importantly, don’t be causing too much trouble for mommy, she’s damn near superwoman, but that doesn’t mean ya’ll can just go acting any kind of way.” Part of you wanted to walk in there and drag him out before he woke them up, but the other part of you wanted to listen to what he had to say. “You guys are so blessed to have Queen for your mommy. She’s so beautiful, so intelligent, so strong, and keep a secret? She’s the reason you two are even here.” You froze, your eyebrows furrowed as you waited for him to continue. “I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to be what I want to be for you both, and then she just….comes in and ceases all doubt, and she is just….just….”

“Astonishing, astounding, surprising, inexplicable,” you listed as you leaned against the door, Chadwick turning around with a bashful smile. “Feel free to join in at any time.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “How long you been standing there?”

You chuckled and walked up to him, your arms going around his neck and his to your waist. “Long enough to know that I am completely, totally, and will forever be in love with you, Mr. Boseman.”

He mirrored your expression and pulled you into him, his lips dropping to your forehead, your eyes closing in contentment. “I love you too, Mrs. Boseman. You will forever be my Queen.”

You took a moment to revel in the bliss that came with being in his embrace before grabbing his hand and leading him out the room. “Come.” A beat. “It’s time for the king to show his queen just how much he loves her.”

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First and foremost, thank you so much to @phambili-myking and @sarcastic-sunshines for the wonderul name suggestions as well as everyone else who chimed in. Ultimately, I loved both of your names and decided to mash them up to create the twins! Love ya’ll! 😊😊😊😊

Now, there’s going to be another part after this as I am starting to regret the format in which I chose to write this 😭I hope it’s not too boring what with the interview.

Plus, we gotta see that person again.

Oh, and my brain does not know how to not create backgrounds for characters so the idea of them hiding their relationship has been present for me since the first chapter.....as well as a detailed BG of Queen. *cries*

Okay. It’s almost 4AM, and my brain is fried. I need sleep. I’ll proofread later this morning. 😩😩😩😩

[ivyseavey]

Mine (D.S.) Part 3

Warnings- none

Word Count- 1484

Tags- @samithepixie @loveherron23 @danieljames1998 @74limelight @imarshmanos @bree-the-cute-glitterpuff @whydontwejust123 @seaveystorm

Part one- https://beccagraceseavey.tumblr.com/post/175126139882/mine-ds-part-1

Part two- i dont have the link… just search “wdw imagines” in my blog filter. It’ll pull up.

Jessica’s PoV

“Alright! We’ve landed” I woke up to Dave’s loud voice. I lifted my head off of Daniel’s lap, and we got our luggage. We all thanked Dave and went to find our class. We were about 40 walking minutes away from jeddah, saudi arabia, according to Google Maps. When we finally got there, after hitchhiking, we ran into Ms. Hunt.

“I thought you missed the plane!” she says.

“We know a guy.” jonah says, with a chuckle.

“Well, don’t think you’re getting valedictorian after missing the plane.” She says to me. I just looked down, and sighed. Daniel put his arm around me.

“Anyway, your guys’ hotel room is number 9270.” She said, pointing at the hotel behind her. “Also, we’re flying back tomorrow at 7 am.” She said, and walked away. We went and dropped our stuff off at the hotel, and went to get lunch. When we got there, we were waiting behind my friends I hadn’t seen in a week.

“Abigail, Lilly, Abby, Jada, and Jaylei!” I said, a little to loud.

“Jessica! No way! We heard you got left behind!” Jada said.

“Their manager flew us here in a private jet!” i said.

“Spill the hot goss!” Jaylei said, seeing Daniel’s and my fingers intertwined.

“We’re dating!” I said, causing him to look over at us.

“Hi I’m Daniel, her boyfriend.” He said putting his free hand out for the girls to shake. The girls shook his hand, staring at him in awe.

“Do you guys want to sit with us?” Abigail offered. I looked back at the boys. They shrugged their shoulders.

“Why not?” Jonah said.

“How many?” Asked the waiter.

“Ten.” Abby said. The waiter led us to a round table with menus and silverware. Daniel was on my left, and Lilly was on my right. The girls were freaking out that I was dating one of the most popular boys, and they were sitting with the rest.

Daniel’s PoV

I was glad to meet Jessica’s friends, but I could tell there was tension between Jess and someone at the table. I just didn’t know who. She looked really uncomfortable. I kept observing the other girls, trying to see who looked like it. Abby. it had to be Abby. She was death staring Jessica, but i didn’t know why. Jessica looked up, and Abby mouthed something, but I couldn’t understand it. She looked really mad. Jessica mouthed “I’m Sorry.” Was Abby jealous of me and Jess?  I had to know for sure what was going on.

“Jessica?” I said.

“Yes?” She responded.

“Can we talk?”

“Why now?” She asked.

“Jessica. Meet me outside.” I said, sternly.

“Yes sir.” She said, rolling her eyes. I walked outside, and she followed.

Jessica’s PoV

“First of all, don’t roll your eyes at me.” He said, with a serious look on his face. Embarrassed he called me out, I looked away. I now had two people mad at me. Daniel and Abby.

“Yes sir.” I said, fiddling with my hands. It got quite for a few seconds, and he asked,

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?” I said.

“Don’t play dumb, Jessica. We both know what’s going on! If you’re not gonna tell me, maybe I should ask Abby!” He said. I could tell he knew Abby was jealous. He was testing me.

“Well you know she wants us to not be together! You’re acting like you don’t want u to be together either! How about you go date her?!” I said, by this point yelling. I started to walk away.

“Jessica, wait!” He called out for me. I ignored him and walked back inside the restaurant. I was in fumes. I went and sat back at the table, not wanting anyone to talk to me. Daniel came a few seconds later.

“We ordered for you guys.” Corbyn said, trying to break the silence. The whole rest of the lunch, Daniel and I didn’t say a word to each other. We were walking out of the restaurant, when Zach suggested, we all go take a walk at the beach.

“Sounds fun!” everyone agreed.

“I’m going to go back to the room. You guys have fun.” I said, not wanting to talk to Daniel. “Daniel, have fun with you-know-who.” I added. He just dropped his jaw. Everybody else looked so confused. I turned around and walked back to the hotel. When I got inside, I sat against the wall, pulled my legs in, and rested my head on my knees. I cried for about two minutes, when I heard the door open. I didn’t bother looking up.

“Jessica, I’m sorry I got angry.” It was Daniel.

“Go away.” I said, Sniffing.

“I’m not going anywhere until you forgive me. I’m not going to let you go over something stupid like that.” He said, squatting in front of me. I then lifted my head up.

“Jessica, are you crying?”  He asked. I then started to cry even more, and nodding.

“Abby and I have both liked you for like 2 years, and we never argued about it because we knew we would never have a chance with you. Now she hates me.” I said, standing up. He then stood up, too, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry I got mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was mad at Abby and I took it out on you.” I continued.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s what I’m here for.” he said. We stood there for a few minutes. “How about we watch some netflix?” he said, unlocking his phone. We then sat on the bed and watched Netflix.

4 Hours later

“Do you want to see where the boys are at? We could meet up for dinner.” I said.

“Sure. I’ll text them” Daniel replied.

(on group chat)

DS- Hey where are you guys?

CB- Still at the beach with the girls. Zach and Paige have been non stop flirting lmbo

DS- HAHA no way. Do you guys want to meet up for dinner?

CB- Sure

JM- Where?

DS- I don’t care. Wherever you want.

ZH- How about that restaurant in front of the hotel?

DS- Works for us :)

JA- Speaking of ‘us’ did you and Jessica settle your dispute?

DS- Of course :)

CB- Then what have you been doing for the past 5 hours?? ;)

DS- Nothing! Netflix and chill

CB- More like “Netflix and making Chilldren”

DS- Grow up xD

Daniel told me what was going on, and then we went to the restaurant. I wanted to fix things between Abby and I, so I asked her if we could talk. We walked to the bathroom, and she looked really annoyed.

“What do you want now? You already have the man of our dreams!” She yelled

“Abby, please. It all happened so fast. We agreed that if one of us ever got him, we would be happy for the other. What changed to make you hate me?” I said, trying to calm her down.

“First of all, ‘It all happened so fast’ is a bullcrap excuse. Every person on Earth uses that when the mess up. Second of all, we never said that!”

“Abby, I don’t want to have drama. You know I hate it. Maybe just quitting our friendship would be better.”

“What?! You know what, Fine.” She said.

“Sorry! I just don’t want to be friends with someone that can’t be happy for me.” I said and I walked out. The rest of dinner went great. Except that Abby didn’t talk to me.

4 Months later

I graduated last month!! Ms. Hunt said that since I went through the trouble of catching up with the class in Saudi Arabia, I deserved Valedictorian. So, I got it! Abby texted me later that week.

A- Hey, Jess. I want you to know that you and Daniel all worked out for the better. Caleb Shelton asked me out last night. I want to apologize for acting the way I did. I know that we probably won’t see each other for a while, since we’re out of school, but I want you to know this; I forgive you. Please forgive me, even though it may be hard.

J- Of course I will forgive you! I’m also happy for you and Caleb! <3

“Was that Abby?” Daniel asked. We were at the Why Don’t We house playing truth or dare with the boys.

“It was” I said with a smile.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Of course.” I said smiling.

“Good.” He said, kissing my forehead.

A/N- this is the last “Mine.” If you have ANY imagine requests, just hmu! I love writing, i just don’t have many ideas :))

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THIS BETTER SEND THIS TIME !! <333333 okay this is my response to the last ask <3

i love responding with gifs, esp if it's some funny hate i wanna respond to. i like gifs where it's just a person eating popcorn or just a cat gif <3 i use gifs for everything esp in work. my team and i always send each other funny gifs.

i honestly believe some anons look for a fight, they complain just for the sake of complaining. </3 i've seen my moots get hate for writing literally anything. whether it be that the character ends up with someone else, or the character says something, the hate comes flooding in and it's like IT'S JUST A STORY calm down :/ ur allowed to disagree but don't fight the author for writing their own bloody story </3

IT'S FAAAATE <333 also TYYY!!!! i need blue hair soobin back like yesterday. i need it rn. he really suits the blue hair :((((((( YOU ARE SO CUTE SHUSH YOUR THEME IS SO PRETTY TOO ;D ur the blessing here <3 you're so precious, lemme protect u forever <33 I HOPE YOUR PILLOWS ARE ALWAYS COLD and you have the best sleeps ever <333 (sleeps is not a word but it is now ok) 👋

i come back after like a week and the first thing i see on my dash is someone complaining into one of my mutuals' inbox abt the skz billboard thing aksgakgks we rly cant have nice things whats the point anywaaaay... i feel like this is what ppl go w when they have nothing better to do tbh---- meh 🤔😑 90% of the time i dont have the patience to actually use words that's why i have my gifs folder lol

i hope u dont mind me getting back at u after like 3928392838293 years this past week was jst ..... a disaster lol but SPEAKING OF BLUE!BIN......... do u think their next cb could be a minisode pt 2?????? like imagine minisode: night mode!!!!!!!!!! (or smth) and its like an alice in wonderland theme os smth n kinda like the opposite of what the colors for the first minisode were!!!!!!!!! ive been rolling w this theory for a long time 🤝🏻 lets go out for brunch so we can theorize what concepts they might go w next 🤔