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#we really do need a guy dead on the floor emoji#i see all my friends post their wips and fics and i'm just like 🧍♂️#i'm trying not to post for kudos and hits because historically that has never worked for me lol#each new thing i post loses me a subscriber#so instead i'm trying to write for me but god damn it i hate how i write lol#it's so. idk. naive. pedestrian. etc#i'll like it and then the next day i'll be like wtf is this shit lol#god sorry#vent#i need a personal tag
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the mclaren boy mystery | part three
l. norris / o. piastri
summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna
a/n: honestly i have no clue how long it's been... but I KNOW it's been LONG. and i am incredibly sorry. but wow is it easy for things to just get away from me but i finally got the motivation and want to continue this so here we are! who knows how long it will last but let me not get ahead of myself with any promises. i hope you all are well and enjoy! MWAH <3
part one | part two
sweet relief series | valentine's day
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yourusername keepin it classy 🍸 @/alexandrasaintmleux
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user1 not sure classy is the word i'd use...
⤷ user2 seek help<3
user3 WHEN TWO WAGS MEET UP TO MAXIMIZE THEIR JOINT WAG
⤷ user4 stfusshdf im crying
⤷ user5 the way we don't even know for sure if shes a wag
user6 shes so IT girl i cant
alexandrasaintmleux my girl
⤷ yourusername mwah mwah mwah
user7 oscar in the likes bro im gonna end it all
user8 with alex... charles in the likes... double date...walk with me here
⤷ user9 just cause charles liked doesn't mean he was with them 🤷🏻♀️
⤷ user10 fr like his gf is in the post 😭
landonorris text me back maybe
⤷ yourusername desperate much
⤷ user11 WHY DOES HE NEED TO TEXT HER WHEN THEY SHOULD BE TOGETHER??????
⤷ user12 bc she was there with oscar... piastri nation RISE 💆♀️
⤷ user13 my jaws on the floor i don't know what to believe anymore
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yourusername yee... haw?
p.s. a shoutout to @/oscarpiastri for the chugging tips...
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user1 omg ok. can everyone just stay calm.
user2 ARE WE READING THE CAPTION. I REPEAT ARE WE READING THE CAPTION
⤷ user1 great so that'd be a no.
oscarpiastri not sure they boded well seeing as about 5? seconds after that photo there was wine down your shirt... but you're? welcome?
⤷ yourusername …mind ur business piastri
⤷ oscarpiastri hey you dragged me into this mess first
user3 ynoscar nation its been amazing, i think we're nearing our well deserved victory
⤷ user4 LETS NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES
user5 such excellent wag material here guys i NEED to know if she's dating one of them
user7 fuck landoscar DATE ME! LOVE ME!
user8 ynlando nation it feels so over 😪
⤷ user9 WE CANNOT GIVE UP NOW
user10 user landonorris found dead in a ditch
user11 this is certifiably INSANE what do YOU MEAN chugging tips???!?!?!?
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landonorris 100 stickers, 100 races, and a brand new trophy to add to the mix 🏆❤️
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user1 the writing on the second pic he is so unserious
user2 ur honor i love him 🥲
yourusername special weekend. congrats.
⤷ user3 why am i getting friend vibes
⤷ user4 fr just grasping at straws now huh 😭😭
⤷ user5 no but the periods???? its giving my mom when shes mad at me
⤷ user6 "special weekend" WHAT DO U MEANNNNN
⤷ user7 maybe it has something to do with the 100th race and podium....... 😭
oscarpiastri good job 👏
⤷ user8 maybe landoscar are dating
⤷ user9 CORRECT!
⤷ user10 at least oscar can add an emoji
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oscarpiastri not our weekend... but the company makes it a bit better. 🇲🇽 here we come!
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user1 you're joking. you're fucking joking.
user2 THE LAST SLIDE YN IS IN THE LAST SLIDE
⤷ user3 PLUS THE CAPTION??????? its giving soft launch im sorry this is basically confirmation
⤷ user4 but like its really not though
mclaren 🧡🧡🧡🧡
user5 nah am i the only one thinking they're just fucking with us at this point 😭
user6 are we forgetting that there are also two other girls in that picture
⤷ user7 well... yes BUT they've been known to be friends of oscars so its like...
⤷ user8 so its like he posted a photo of his friends! yup!
⤷ user9 no fr like yn is also known to be friends with oscar? its all just internet speculation how is this confirmation
⤷ user10 well we've never got a grid post from lando of yn sooooo
⤷ user11 valid point
user12 on to the next!! keep pushing, we love you<3
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lando.jpg team mclaren
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user1 this is adorable
user2 NEW JPG POST AKA MY REASON TO LIVE JUST DROPPED
user3 CAPTION LAST SLIDE OH MY GOD IS THAT YN
⤷ user4 I THINK SO SHE WAS WEARING THAT TOP IN COTA
user5 ynlando has never been so alive holy shit
user6 forget ynlando!! we've got oscar in a jpg post 🥹
yourusername 4life
⤷ user7 im in a puddle of tears
⤷ user8 this feels so much like confirmation guys!!!!!!
⤷ user9 idgaf if they're dating or not either way this relationship is so adorable wtf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
user10 ynoscar truther clocking in! i pretend i do not see!
user11 i'm going to pass out
user12 he considers her part of team mclaren 🥲🥲🥲🥲
user13 i swear they see us freaking out and are like here’s more content to confuse the fuck out of you even more
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part one | part two
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Her Song part 11
The bright morning sun cuts through the curtains, illuminating the unfamiliar bedroom. My eyes flutter open as I groan quietly. I feel around the mattress, confused at the lack of another body next to me. I sit up and notice a note on the pillow.
Morning, beautiful. Sorry to leave you like this but I had to go to work. Call me later :)
I sigh and gather my clothes off the floor, stiffly pulling them on my tired body. I find my phone in the pocket of my jeans; unsurprisingly, the battery is dead. I leave the apartment, locking the door behind me. When I get to my car, the dashboard says it's 9am, which means Ash is already at the shop with Syd. And Florence has probably already stopped by.
I drive home in a daze, inattentively passing by cars and stoplights. I really need caffeine.
Upon arriving at the apartment, the first thing I do is plug in my phone. I hop in the shower as it charges, then brew some coffee to wake myself up. Eventually, I meander back to my phone—which is now fully charged—and check my notifications. I click on the most recent text, which is from Ash.
Ash: You were supposed to tell me if you weren't coming home, asshole. Ash: At least you got laid thoooo Ash: Assuming you didn't get kidnapped and/or murdered, that is. Ash: Anyway, we're at the shop. Take your time.
Me: Thank you, Ash. Sorry for not texting. I got distracted.
She only answers with the middle finger emoji, prompting me to roll my eyes. I exit our chat and see several new messages from a random number. With furrowed eyebrows, I open the string of messages. What the...?
Guilt claws up my throat as I read. I feel like I'm gonna puke, my heartbeat thumping in my chest. Regret. That's what it is. That cold-hearted bitch named regret. I have no idea how to respond.
Me: Florence?
I stare at the screen for several minutes, chewing my lip in anticipation. It finally shows that she read the message, but she doesn't reply.
Me: Flo, please answer. I know it's you. Can we please just talk about this?
After ten minutes, both texts are read but there's still no reply. "Dammit," I mutter to myself, unplugging my phone and dumping my coffee in the sink. I grab my keys off the counter and leave the apartment, taking the steps two at a time.
My fingers tap anxiously on the steering wheel as I drive, checking my phone at every red light. Throwing the car in park outside the shop, I rush inside and stop in front of the counter, asking "Ash, has she been in yet?"
"Wow, morning to you too."
"Has Florence come in yet?" I repeat impatiently.
"No, she hasn't. I think you pissed her off with your date."
I groan frustratedly, slumping on a stool.
"Morning, Momma! Did you have fun at your sleepover?"
"Morning, Syd. Sure, it was...loads of fun," I answer dejectedly.
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Around noon, I'm filling out some paperwork at the counter when a blonde woman sits next to me. "Hey, Scarlett. What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk," she says with a small smile. "Have you talked to Florence?"
I huff an insincere laugh and shake my head. "She texted me last night. I answered her this morning and now she's ignoring me. I don't know what to do."
"Well, she showed up at my house around midnight last night. She was drunk...like, really drunk. She was going on about you and some girl and- well, it was hard to decipher what she was saying, but she was clearly upset. Y/N, what is going on with you guys?"
"I don't know." With my head in my hands, I repeated "I don't know. I really like her, Scarlett. But she has Zach."
"That doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings for you."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's pretty obvious, sweetheart. What she's doing isn't fair to you, I know. But just try to consider what she's dealing with, too."
Scarlett's right. I've been so focused on my feelings that I haven't stopped to think about the fact that Florence is probably so conflicted.
"What do you think I should do?" I ask Scarlett.
"I would give you her address and tell you to go see her, but...he'll probably be there too. Just call her, okay? I doubt she'll answer, but I know she'll listen to the voicemail," she suggests. I nod and she says, "I really have to go. Rose and Colin are waiting for me. Good luck, Y/N."
"Thank you, Scarlett."
She leaves and I stare at my phone, debating what I want to say. Walking out back for some privacy, I create a new contact with the number from last night and press call. It rings over and over, until I'm finally sent to voicemail.
"Hey, Florence. I didn't really expect you to answer, but I just need to talk to you. About those texts...you have to see where I'm coming from. As much as I've grown to like you over the past couple weeks, you have a boyfriend. So, yes, I agreed to a date and I spent the night with her. But you can't be mad about that because how do you think I feel when I see you with him? I know you're probably feeling conflicted, so I'm giving you some space to figure things out. I'll be here when you're ready. Just don't be a stranger, okay? See you around," I end the voicemail with a shaky breath.
I walk back into the shop, plastering on a fake smile to greet customers and fool Syd. I just hope Florence comes back to me. Even if we can't be anything more than friends, I want her in my life.
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It's around closing time, and Syd is asleep in a bean bag chair. The bell rings and in walks a man. Brown hair, older, conventionally attractive. Boyfriend.
"Uh, hey, Zach," I greet apprehensively.
"Don't. Just stop, okay? I heard the message you left Florence," he spits, stepping much closer to me than I'm comfortable with. "And you're gonna back off, got it?"
"I don't-"
"I'm her boyfriend. She is mine, so stay the fuck away from her. God, I can't believe Florence brought me here and introduced me to you. I can't believe I didn't see what you're doing. If I find out you're trying anything with her, I will ruin you. Think about the influence I have. I could destroy you and your shop's reputation with a single post. I never wanna see you again."
I pause, raising my eyebrows. "Are you done, or...?"
"Do you understand me?" he shouts, slamming his hand down on the counter next to us.
"Yes, yes I understand you."
"Good. I blocked your number on Florence's phone. Don't even brother trying to contact her. She won't be coming back here," he growls before storming out of the shop.
I sigh heavily, closing my eyes. I feel a tug on my wrist and look down to find Syd staring at me with tears in her eyes. "Momma, why was that man yelling?" she whispers, her lip quivering.
I hoist her up and hold her on my hip. "He was just upset, honey. It's fine, I promise. You have nothing to worry about," I reassure her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I feel her nod against my shoulder.
Nothing to worry about at all.
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Chapter Ten: You're Not Alone, John
'Many people live and die without ever confronting themselves in the darkness'
-Carmen Maria Machado
Sienna knocked on Emma's door, "Emma, come on! I know you're awake" she sighed, hearing the small giggles coming from her niece. Emma was tucked under her heavy blanket, her phone in her hands as she was typing. Her cheeks were red as she texted Jordan. Their conversation only contained love-sick memes and emojis. It had only been a day since they sort of got together and yet Emma couldn't help but feel like a little kid.
"Emma Victoria Margaret Ní Chroídheán! We need to go, for the love of Rao, just be dressed in the next half an hour!" Sienna gave up, walking away from the closed door. Emma finally left her bed's warm embrace, feeling the cold hardwood floors with her feet. She was too tired to change properly, grabbing the nearest hoodie and sweatpants after putting her bra and socks on. She left her head down, hardly brushing it as she grabbed her flash converse.
Sienna had a look of sweet relief when Emma turned the corner for the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the fridge door. "I thought you had succumbed to your bed" She commented as Emma pulled out a can of monster. "Close but Jordan convinced me to get up" Emma answered bluntly like she wasn't an absolutely flustered mess less than five minutes ago. "Jordan? That's who you were texting?" Sienna asked her. "Yeah, we kinda got together last night" Emma shrugged as her phone buzzed. The minute Emma saw who had texted her, she went from dead inside to a kid in a candy shop.
Her aunt was amazed by the sudden mood change topped by the information she was given. "You're with Jordan, Emma, that's amazing!" Sienna smiled at her. "Yeah, it feels...right. I don't think I've felt like this since I got adopted... I actually feel like I'm fifteen and not like thirty" Emma explained, feeling her heart flutter. She was actually happy which was super weird for her. "You can tell me all about it in the car, come on" Sienna said, grabbing her niece by her shoulders and walking her out the door.
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Emma followed Sienna as she entered the school; she didn't want to be near this death trap on a Saturday. Emma almost tripped over her own two feet when she felt someone catch her. She was hoisted back on her feet gently with a familiar laugh behind her. She turned her head, rolling her eyes as Jordan gave her a goofy grin.
"You have no idea how fucking clique this is to me, do you?" Emma asked him, crossing her arms. "Really?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows at Emma. "Do you know how many times I have seen multiple versions of your parents do the whole 'she falls and he catches her' thing that can make any girl's heart flutter?" Emma explained, her cheeks turning red. "Did your heart flutter?" Jordan tried not to laugh as Emma's face went bright red.
She shoved him with her hand, hating that Jordan could turn her into a completely flustered mess of a person. "Do not give me that look, your cuteness is the only thing keeping you alive" Emma pointed at him. Jordan only shook his head, gently taking her hand and pulling her to him.
"You think I'm cute?" Jordan asked with a shit-eating grin. Emma tried to glare at him, but his adorable eyes made her knees weak. "Cute means ugly but desirable" Emma stated, feeling Jordan's fingers intertwine with hers. "I like this" Jordan smiled, his thumb gently caressing Emma's. "Yeah, me too" Emma smiled, walking a bit closer to him. Jordan smiled at her, kissing her cheek. "You sweet, adorable, cute little dork" Emma bit back, wrapping her arms around his middle."Whatever you insane, mess of a fangirl" Jordan said back, resting his chin on her head, praying that she didn't feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. "This is so corny" Emma muttered before breaking the hug.
"What's with the bag?" Emma asked him, seeing the football gear inside. "Jon and I are taking a break after what happened with the guy trying to kill our Dad and the thing that attacked you" Jordan explained, picking it up from the ground. "How about you, since when do you come to school on a Saturday? Aren't you allergic to not being asleep?" Jordan joked, earning an elbow to the side. "For your information Dork, Sienna needs help with some talent show and I'm not trusted to be alone for a couple of hours" Emma told him, the pair walking towards the gym.
Jordan looked at her funny, "Why can't you be alone?" he asked. "Because the last time someone left Emma alone, she had to talk herself out of a grand theft auto charge" Sienna's voice spoke, catching the couple's attention. Jordan gasped while Emma gave him a sheepish smile. "In my defence, that is the least incriminating fact you'll ever hear about me" She said confidently.
"What's the worst?" Jordan asked her, only for Emma to pale. "For another time" Emma patted his arm. "Emma, can you please start putting up the chairs? I have to grab the sign-up sheet and make sure the piano is tuned" Sienna smiled at her niece. "You ripped me from my comfort for this? I wonder if there's an asylum close by that'll take me" Emma groaned at her aunt as she handed Emma the key to the supply closet that held the folded chairs. Emma let out a groan as Sienna ran to run her own errands.
"I'll come help once I'm done with Coach, yeah?" Jordan suggested, smiling when Emma's face lit up. "You are a lifesaver, good genes" She joked, her nose scrunching up as she snickered. Jordan rolled his eyes, kissing her temple before leaving her in the hallway alone. Emma's face went bright red as her stomach fluttered with butterflies. She wanted to jump and squeal like the fangirl she was. Jordan had her wrapped whether he knew it or not.
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Emma had finally put the last chair out when Jordan came back from Coach Gaines small office in the locker rooms. "How long was I gone?" Jordan asked looking at her in awe. "Not long, I thought the chairs were like the ones back in my old school" Emma shrugged at him with a smile. Jordan rolled his eyes at her. "So... do you wanna go to the diner or..." Jordan shrugged his shoulders, giving Emma an awkward smile.
Emma's eyes lit up in excitement, grabbing Jordan's hand as she began to drag him out of the gym. "Come with me...I want to show you something" She smiled at him as they left the gym.
Jordan followed Emma as they ran past the lockers and down a couple of flights of stairs. He was almost out of breath before Emma stopped at a marron door. She turned to him, still buzzing with excitement. "Promise me you won't laugh" She told her, with her pinky in the air. "You want me to pinky swear?" Jordan asked her, raising an eyebrow at her. "I trust Pinky swears more, promise me" Emma insisted with a pointed stare. Jordan sucked it up, hooking his pinky with Emma's. With a satisfied smile, Emma opened the door behind her.
"Welcome to my escape"
The room was filled with instruments on every wall. Guitars, Basses, various violins and more. A drum kit sat in the right corner next to a small booth that held a single microphone. A small keyboard was set up near the window to the right, unlike the other instruments it looked to be used much more recently. "The music room?" Jordan asked her, wondering why she would ever think he'd laugh at this. "Yep, when I get angry or scared Sienna brings me here so I don't break something" Emma explained, the feelings of tiredness and anxiety washing away as she stood contently in the room.
"Why did you promise me not to laugh then?" Jordan asked her, tilting his slightly allowing his curls to bounce gently. Emma's face went red for a moment. "Because, before I came to Smallville music was my escape...just like this but slightly different" Emma shrugged. "How different?" Jordan nudged her lightly, an amused grin forming as he watched Emma's cheeks burn red.
"I wascompossingmusicforaSupermanmusical....andwasinit" Emma sputtered, closing her eyes. Jordan looked at her confused, "Em, slowly" He advised her, his grin not leaving his face. "I... was composing music for...a Superman musical and I had a part in it" Emma repeated to him, embarrassed for her life. She watched Jordan's grin grow into a smile before he bit his lips to stop him from laughing.
Emma pouted at him, "It's not funny! You promised you wouldn't laugh!" She shouted at him, crossing her arms and turning away from him. Jordan felt bad quickly, containing his laughter long enough to grab Emma's upper arms and turn her to him.
He gently rubbed her arms, hoping to comfort her before talking. "No it's not funny, I think it's cool that you were composing music for a musical...even if it was about my Dad" He told her softly, stepping closer to her making the space between them smaller. Emma looked at him with disbelief. "You can't tell anyone, especially Jon he'll never let me live it down" Emma warned him, her opposite hand reaching for the one Jordan had on her arm.
"I swear, I won't tell Jon" Jordan agreed before holding up his pinky. "Pinky swear" He added, making Emma's pout disappear. She gladly hooked her pinky with his before kissing his cheek. "Thank you" She smiled at him. Jordan only smiled bigger, wrapping an arm around Emma's shoulders. For a moment Emma tensed up then relaxed, not used to the new meaning behind Jordan's touches.
"Sienna signed me up for the talent show and it's freaking me out" Emma sighed, hesitantly placing her head on Jordan's shoulder. "How come? You were amazing at Harvest Fest" Jordan pointed out. Emma shrugged, "But that was different, for me at least. At events like Harvest Fest, there's a vibe that I can get caught up in like the underground raves back home. Most people are too caught up in their own world to take notice. But talent shows? Everyone is focused on you and only you and it freaks the shit out of me, like the verge of a panic attack freaked" Emma explained to him, finding comfort in Jordan's touch as she spoke about her fear. Jordan could feel the fear from Emma, causing him to tighten his grip ever so slightly. "I get it, when I, um... used to play the piano. I did the whole little kid recital thing. As I got older and my anxiety got worse, it got to be a little too much" Jordan told her, relating to her fear in a sense. "I forgot that... I definitely need to see little Jordan in a suit" Emma teased lightly, a small laugh emitting from her. Jordan rolled his eyes at her, "I'm going to regret telling you that" He sighed playfully.
"I keep your secret, you keep mine" Emma reminded him before her eyes landed on the piano. "My Dad and Aunt Nat taught me guitar and piano. I can't play much now since my hand got injured, but I like to try" Emma mused before breaking away from Jordan's touch and walking over to the piano.
Jordan watched as she sat down, gently placing her hands above the keys and taking a deep breath. "Wanna hear a snippet from the musical that shall not be named?" Emma raised her eyebrow at him with a silly grin that made Jordan's stomach flutter with butterflies. "Totally, Fangirl" He answered, grabbing the chair closest to him and bring up near the piano.
"If I could do it all over, maybe I'd do it different
Maybe I wouldn't be here, in this position
I found you, then I lost you, lookin' back is torture
And it hurts to know I let you go, you live right around the corner
And I could've had it all, could've had it all
True love, I knew I had it, true love was so hard to find
True love, if I could get it back, I'd never let it go this time"
Jordan could only admire as Emma's voice filled the room, her eyes closed gently as she pressed down on the piano keys. "I'd never let it go...I'd never let it go this time" Emma finished as she lifted her hands away from the piano. Emma opened her eyes to see Jordan smiling at her stupidly. "What?" She asked him, confused about why he was smiling like that. "You so good, this talent show will be easy for you" Jordan told her, making Emma blush hard. "If only there were a song that I could sing without totally revealing the family secrets we have" Emma groaned, hitting her head on the piano, making an awful sound.
Jordan shook his head, pulling the chair he was sitting in closer to Emma. "Come on, I'll help you out" He offered.
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John Henry Irons sat in the interrogation room, his face showing no emotion as Superman walked in for the second time. He looked at the beloved hero with hatred in his eyes, the familiar surge of rage coursing through his veins.
As Superman began to talk, the veteran stopped him before he could finish his sentence. "I will only speak to Lois Lane" He gritted his teeth. Superman let out an exasperated huff. "She doesn't want to talk to you. Is there anyone else who you would be willing to speak with?" He asked, praying that the man who had been trying to kill him might actually negotiate.
John Henry stayed quiet for a moment before looking up at the camera recording him. "I'll speak with Shara or Elrisia Alor only" He spoke, unaware of the pit he created in Superman's stomach.
Sam, who was in the opposite room furrowed his eyebrows. He waited for Superman to return from the room. As his son-in-law entered the room, Sam gave him a hard stare. "Who are these Alor people?" He asked Clark. "Emma and her aunt, Sienna. Sienna and Emma's mother were from Krypton, they protect the House of El. Emma is supposed to be the boys' protector" Clark quickly explained, taking his civilian phone from the table and dialling Sienna's number.
"I need you at to D.O.D." He spoke. Before the phone left his ear, Sienna stood in between the men, her hair slightly frizzed from the speed she came in at. "What do you need me for?" Sienna smiled at Clark. "The man that has been trying to kill me wants to speak with you or Emma, I had a feeling that maybe you should be the one" Clark told her, pointing to the camera feed of the man.
Sienna looked at him, studying his face before nodding. "Turn off the camera, I've stayed undetected for over forty years, I'm not blowing Emma's chance to be a sense of normal" Sienna warned Sam, walking promptly to talk with John Henry.
Sam looked at Clark with an angry look. "Is she serious!" He exclaimed, not trusting this new alien. Clark didn't answer, only pressing the button to turn off the camera.
Sienna walked into the room, giving John Henry a kind smile. He looked up at the woman, his face softening for the first time since his capture. "Shara, it's nice to see a familiar face" John smiled at her. Sienna sat down, placing her hands on the table.
"How do you know about my niece and me?" Sienna asked him, cutting the formalities. John only nodded, sitting back. "I know of Elrisia because, in my world, her sister was my daughter's best friend" John Henry answered, not afraid of the woman. "Elrisia's sisters are no longer with us" Sienna told him carefully. "I'm aware, Elrisia died in my world. Sithya was the only other Alor besides your doppelganger" John added, making Sienna nervous at the namedrop.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" She asked him, her voice turned cold. John Henry leaned over the table like he was about to spill a secret. "I know your sister... Emma is not safe as long as her half-human heart beats. She cannot become a protector, under any cost" John whispered, his words striking a cord. "How in Rao's name do you know her human name!" Sienna growled, her fist denting the tale as she stood up angrily.
"Because, Emma will help Mal destroy this world just like mine, willingly or not" John warned the woman as she left the room, infuriated at the man.
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Emma stood behind the curtains of the stage, her stomach dropping every moment or so. She watched as a senior left the stage with a smile, making Emma's confidence crumble. "Next!" a teacher called, waiting for Emma to walk out on stage.
"You can do this... just like Harvest Fest...just like-" Emma looked up, her eyes widening in fear as the plain stares of the judges bored into her. She gulped, walking up to the mic and giving a shaky smile. "Hi, I write songs and this is one I wrote when... I lost my brother a couple of years back" Emma nodded, taking a deep breath before closing her eyes.
She opened them to see Jordan and Jon, smiling up at her.
"Good morning, you're leaving
I'll see you in the evening
My best friend 'til the end
My better half, no pretend
Our language is sacred
Though people try to solve it
New adventures on the way
You're right by my side whenever I need you
Through the hardest times, I'll be there for you
At the crack of dawn when the moon is gone
I won't be hard to find
'Cause you and me, oh yeah, we're seamless
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, hey
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh yeah
You and me together
Take on the world forever
I know all your secrets
And I promise you, I'm gonna keep them
I'll be there when you are feeling clueless
You and me, oh yeah, we're seamless
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, hey
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh"
Emma finished, tears brimming in her eyes as the judges gave her a small applause. She bit back her lip before leaving the stage. She ran down to Jordan and Jon, a smile on her face. "You did it!" Jordan beamed, hugging Emma tightly. "I did it!" Emma smiled back, still feeling her body racked with nerves and excitement. "You were amazing Em" Jon told her. "Thanks, Jon" Emma smiled as Jordan wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Jon looked at them with a shocked expression.
Emma only nodded, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Finally! God you two are impossible!" Jon exclaimed at them. Jordan blushed hard while Emma rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever, I was thinking of Vicky May's for lunch" Emma suggested, changing the topic with the agreement of Jon's stomach growl.
The trio walked out of the gym, discussing what they were planning on buying at the local café. Sienna was heard, shuffling towards them quickly. "Emma! We need to talk" Sienna called out to her. Emma quickly looked at her aunt, "I didn't break the law I swear" She blurted out. Sienna gave her a pointed look, "Really, that's what your first reaction is?" She asked her niece.
Emma shrugged, "Daughter of a dealer, I'm the best at revenge. That's why I was known by the local gardaí" Emma explained innocently. "Remind me never to piss you off" Jon muttered, earning a light smack from Emma. Sienna shook her head at Emma before speaking again.
"Did your mother ever call Sophie a different name? Like the one, she called you?" Sienna asked. Emma furrowed her eyebrows, thinking for a moment. "Yeah... It was a weird one too...Sithya like the minor goddess of magic in Kryptonian mythology" Emma answered earning a prideful look from Sienna. "You read the books, I'm impressed" Sienna praised her.
Emma smiled bashfully at her aunt. "John Henry knows about us, the Alors, your human name all of it. You need to come with me" Sienna told her, holding out her hand. "You think I can get through to him?" Emma asked her, stepping away from the boys. Sienna nodded firmly as Emma took her hand.
<;><><>
From the moment Emma and Sienna entered Sam's office, alarms rang out throughout the D.O.D building. Emma felt her stomach tighten as she quickly ran through the halls, no longer fighting the rush of energy she had been experiencing since she first saw Jordan blow up the bonfire. She ran to a room that felt so familiar, punching in a code that had been burned from her memories like fire to paper.
She looked around, seeing that John Henry wasn't there yet and hid away from the naked eye as she heard the door unlocked once more. She didn't feel as weak as she thought in a room full of kryptonite. Maybe it was her human side? 'Thanks, Dad?' Emma thought to herself before she heard shuffling from whoever came into the room.
Emma thankfully hid in a weird closet that held kryptonite katanas. 'Alex Danvers and Damien Wayne would kill for this' Emma snickered to herself before she felt the room shake. She held in her relief as she heard Clark's voice.
"Clark whatever you do... do not give me away please" Emma whispered, praying that the room wasn't covered in too much lead. She felt her eyes glow as the blue shone back in her face.
Images flashed in her head, making her wince over so softly. So, the soldier is a bad guy and John Henry will grab a kryptonite spear. Great just her luck. Emma tried to focus her hearing, but the loud sound of the grenade made her jump. A door slams open and the sound of heavy feet makes the floor vibrate as someone screams, "Drop the weapon now!"
"Stop! Hold your fire!"
"You wanted to see me? Here I am" Lois called out, making Emma breathe out in relief. "You should go, Lois." John Henry warned her. "I'm not going anywhere" Lois answered before Clark started coughing.
"Suit yourself" He spat back at her. "John, I know about Natalie!" Lois called out to him, hoping to stop him." I know what happened on your world, to you, and to your family" Lois told him, her voice sounding strained.
"Then you know why I have to do this" John gritted his teeth. Emma very carefully opened the closet door, her eyes meeting Sam's and Sienna's. She held one finger up, her face pleading with them to give her a chance if Lois failed.
"Please. Please, I see the anger in your eyes. It's covering something I can relate to: the torture that comes from wondering if you failed, if there was something you could've done to save them, but there wasn't. If there had been, you would've found it" Lois spoke to him, pleading with every word she spoke for her husband's life.
"They're gone, and it's not your fault, but it's not his fault, either" She told him, hoping he would see the truth in her words. "You don't know what's coming" John spoke, the anger becoming familiar to Emma.
"But I do" Emma spoke up, catching everyone's attention as she walks past Lois. "I also know that pain you feel and the anger when you look at Superman. I've been in your position, holding a blade to the person who hurt you most" Emma spoke to him softly, not treating him like the villain.
"He isn't Mal, Elrisia, he will..." "Join the surprise Kryptonians, I know. But I know how it feels to have everything ripped away. Mal took everyone from me, my home, family, friends...my life and I wanted to kill her. And I almost did" Emma admitted, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. John looked at her, trying to see if there were any false claims.
"You're trying to avenge Natalie and your Lois, but what would they say if they saw you try to kill a man who hasn't committed the crimes you believe will occur?" Emma asked him, holding her hand out. "Who would stop you? Your family?" John spat at her. "My sister...my baby girl, Sophie. She saved my life, she was the reason I got out of bed every day and now she's gone... but the love I have for her is the reason I'm still fighting...I know you're only doing this for Natalie but I'm telling you, John, he won't turn his back on us" Emma told him like it was a fact as old as time.
"How do you know that?" John asked, watching Emma walk up to him, her face hidden from everyone's sight. Emma allowed her eyes to glow softly. "I've seen it John... give me the spear" Emma whispered, holding her hand out.
" John...Our Superman is good, he would never turn on us, ever" Lois repeated. John loosened his grip on the spear, handing it to Emma. Emma smiled at him, thanking him silently. "Did you kill her?" John asked as the soldiers began to retain him. "I wouldn't be here if I did" Emma answered him, biting back her lip. John gave her an understanding nod before Sam had him taken away.
Sienna ran to Emma, hugging her tightly. "I'm okay...Auntie your gonna break my ribs" Emma ford out in a laugh before Sienna pulled away from her. "I'm so glad you are safe, when you ran... my mind went straight to..." Sienna stopped herself, knowing the soldiers were still listening.
Emma nodded, smiling at her aunt. Lois came up to her, her eyes sad and pitiful. "Oh Emma" She sighed before pulling the girl in tightly. "I know about the RV..." Emma whispered, only making the woman hold her tighter.
"Is he okay?" Emma asked them both, worried about Clark's well-being after the kryptonite. "He'll be fine, what about you...any lightheaded issues" Sienna asked eyeing the weapons in the room. "I'm fine, a little unnerved but no sicky feeling... you?" Emma questioned confused as to why the woman was still standing in a room of kryptonite. "A story for another time" Sienna told her.
<;><><>
John Henry looked at Superman confused as music blared from his RV. "What the fuck?" He asked, looking at the man confused. "Emma insisted on cleaning it...there was a little accident" Superman said before Emma walked out, a bucket and a big bottle of bleach in her hands. "All done, even sorted out a bed of yours" Emma smiled, hopping onto the ground.
John Henry gave her a grateful smile, holding his hand out. "Thank you, Emma, for everything" He nodded, waiting for her to shake his hand. Emma gave him the 'Are you serious look before hugging him quickly. "No problem" She answered back before letting go. Emma gave the men one last smile before bidding them farewell.
Jordan was waiting for her on the porch, a lovesick smile on his face as he held his hand out subtly for her to take.. Emma felt her stomach flutter as she felt his hand slip into hers. "Since when was 'stopping someone from murdering Superman' one of your many talents?" Jordan asked playfully, pulling Emma close to him. "Since forever, just not the Superman bit" Emma answered, her nose tipping off Jordan's.
Jordan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, resting his forehead against Emma's fading blue hair. "I'm just glad you're safe" Jordan whispered. Emma kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You ain't getting rid of me that quickly, Dork" She told him with a cheeky smile on her face. "You bet Fangirl" Jordan looked down at her, grey meeting blue.
Emma could stare into his colour-changing eyes forever if the world allowed her. "I hate to break up to the lovely moment!" Lois called, taking Emma out of her thoughts. She gave her a tightlipped smile before she looked at Lois who was gesturing for her to come over.
Emma walked back to the RV, noticing the small box in John Henry's hands. "Your little sister, Sithya was on my Earth. She wasn't born there so she isn't a doppelganger" He began, opening the box to reveal a small girl with ginger hair next to who Emma assumed was a young Natalie Irons. Emma felt tears gather in her eyes. "Sophie...my sweet Sophie" Emma gasped, gently taking the photo as if it would crumble at the slightest touch. Her fingers ghosted over her baby sister's face, tears falling from her face. "How old is she in this?" Emma asked him, her eyes filled with tears. "It was her eighth birthday. She was fourteen the last time I saw her" John Henry answered with a solemn face.
"Is she alive?" Emma asked, feeling her stomach twitch into knots. "I don't know...It had been three months since I saw her before the attack. She moved here, to Smallville" John answered before handing Emma the box. "She was Nat's best friend, you should have these" He told her with a sad smile. "Thank you... you have no idea how much this means to me" Emma cried softly, feeling Lois' arm wrap around her shoulders. "You're not alone, John. Don't forget that" Emma reminded him before the man entered his truck.
Sophie might be alive...she finally had something to hope for.
#different world#jordan kent#emma ní chroídheán#jordan x emma#superman and lois fanfiction#jonathan ‘jon’ kent#clark kent#lois lane#jorma#superman and lois fanfic
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Stray Kids reactions to S/O being an animal lover.
Fluffy fluffy fluff.
Warnings: none. Not proofread I guess.
A/N This. was. So. Cute.
(D/N=Dog’s name)
Chan: Berry, Cavalier King Charles spaniel.
•He’s literally this 😍 emoji whenever he sees you playing with animals.
•Let’s say you two are walking through a park, when a loose dog comes running towards you.
•Not in a mean way, it just wants to play.
•The dog comes up to you, and starts licking you, and nuzzling you.
•*Cue the 😍.*
•The owners come up and start apologizing, while you assure them it’s all right.
•When you’re done talking with the owners, Chan grabs your hand.
•”Where are we going?”
•”Australia. You need to meet Berry.”
Lee Know: Soonie, Doongie, Dori.
•The minute he sees you playing with his cats, you’re going to need to call an ambulance, because boy is dead.
•Just watching the loves of his nine lives life, playing together on the floor.
•uwu.
•Takes so many pictures.
•Buys you all matching sweaters .
•FAMILY PHOTOS WITH HIS KITTIES-
•Apparently Doongie is kind of a brat, and Minho would be so jealous if you got the kitty to snuggle with you.
•”B-but Doongie? Don’t you want to sit with daddy instead?”
•*Cue Doongie hissing from your comfy lap.*
Changbin: none.
•Binnie doesn’t have any animals, but he takes you to Seoul’s bunny café!
•Loves watching the bunnies swarm around you.
•Just watches you coo over the bunnies with a 🥺 face.
•Bends his head towards you.
•”I’m half bunny too.🥺”
•When you pet his head, like you do to the bunnies, he melts.
•He loves to spoil you, so if you ask if you can have a bunny, he’ll buy two for you, since bunnies should be in pairs.
•He acts like he doesn’t really like them, when they’re actually his babies, and he’s so soft for them.
Hyunjin: Kkami, long haired chihuahua.
•Oh boy, oh boy.
•You know that video where Hyunjin is trying to get Kkami to give him a kiss but Kkami is like. 😑
•Yeah, he gets jealous when Kkami gives you kisses, but not him.
•But is also like.
•”Well if Kkami loves them, that means they’re my soulmate.”
•Honestly gets so emotional, because like. Look at his S/O playing with his doggie.
•He finds it so intimate, and domestic.
•If he’s being serious, that’s the moment he realized you’re his forever person.
Han: Bbama, bichon frise.
•Poor guy is allergic to animal fur. :(
•BUT. Good thing bichon frises are hypoallergenic.
•Sits on the floor, playing with you and Bbama.
•Why do I see him as one of those people who loves to smack dog’s bellies.
•Lots of snuggles with the three of you.
•Gets jealous if you spend too much time with his doggo though.
•”Can we cuddle without Bbama for once, Y/N? 🥺”
•”HoW dAre yOu. He iS oUr cHild-“
•Let’s it slide, but doesn’t let Bbama sleep with you two. :(
•He might let him sleep with you guys every once in a while, if you ask him nicely.
Felix: none.
•Two words.
•Puppy cafés.
•Unlike Changbin though, he WON’T buy you an animal.
•Sorry.
•He’ll take you to puppy cafés all you want though.
•Just makes that 😁 smile he does, watching you drink your beverage, and play with doggos.
•Loves to pet one on his lap while watching you.
•Buys you all the animal plushies.
•Names them all for you.
•Your bed is just completely taken taken up by animal plushies now.
Seungmin: none. Daengmo, IKEA golden retriever dog plush.
•Ok but. Cuddling with Seungmin, and his dog plush.
•I know it’s not a real animal but still.
•Seungmin is also a puppy himself
•Pet his head.
•You’re literally his biggest weakness, so if you ask for a puppy he’ll get you one.
•He tells you the dog is all yours, and he’ll have very little to with it, but in the end Seungmin ends up loving the dog more than you love it.
•You didn’t think that was possible.
•Jealous of the attention you give a new puppy though.
•”I need a kiss for every kiss you give the puppy. 🥺”
•Calls it your child.
•omg he’d call you D/N’s mommy.”
•Another dog belly smacker.
Jeongin: none.
•Also won’t buy you a pet, sorry.
•He tells you he’s already your baby who needs lots of attention, so why would you get another one.
•Kitty cafés though.
•Loves the sound of cats meows.
•He can’t explain it, it just calms him.
•Is literally like.
•“That’s my S/O!!”
•Whenever all the kitties swarm to you.
•Tells everyone how good with animals you are.
•Might promise to get you a kitty when you get married.
•And you’re all like.
•”When we what?!”
•And he’s just.🤗
#stray kids#stray kids reactions#stray kids fluff#bang chan#lee know#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix#kim seungmin#yang jeongin
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The crime career requires constant work-outs and Don is shredded now, looking good, king!
-I’d like to see Cyn cheat on me now!!!
-Ok Donnie, I’m off to cheat on you!💗
So Cyn currently has 6 loves out of the desired 20:
1) Don 2) Culturally Appropriating Drama Professor 3) Town Slob 4) Matthew Hart 5) Castor Nova 6) Jack Do’s insane ass
And now the time has come to add Malcolm Landgraab, our dead grandmother’s lover, to this exquisite collection. Malcolm insultingly didn’t fall in love with Cyn on the first date, but tonight we seal the deal!
We arrive at FM where the Count and Mary Gavigan beating each other up by the front door immediately puts us in a romantic mood.
-That’s the most disgusting light I’ve seen in my life, I thought you were rich!!!🌸 -I am! That’s my entire identity, but *I* thought you didn’t care about that stuff!
-I’m sorry, Malcie, of course I don’t! All I need to be happy is a photobooth to publicly cheat on my husband in!💗
I try to send these two to do some karaokeing but it’s occupied by the local flasher so I guess we’ll cut right to the chase:
Drain the life out of him, Cyn!
(While we’re succubus-ing Malcolm you might notice that the painting in the background is on the floor, I downloaded a default replacement that made all the base game paintings height adjustable. Soon after I realized I don’t have the patience to go fix them in all the community lots Cyn is gonna be fornicating in so I deleted it, but the weird paintings are gonna be in a couple more places.)
Photobooth time, hang on to your life force, Malcolm!
We got you, sucker!!!! 7 down, 13 to go.. fml.
One thing I’ve noticed about Cyn that really intrigues me is she never EVER falls in love with these flops first, or even at the same time as them. Like it really takes a while for her to get there, high standards icon.
We do really need her to get there though, because I don’t think it counts towards the LTW if the love is not mutual, but thankfully one more classy photobooth romp does the trick. The cute ‘in love’ melody has barely stopped playing when I hear the awful ‘out of love’ one and I’m like WTF where did that come from-
-and it turns out it came from our old friend Jack Do who was also on the premises and IS FURIOUS that he’s not the only guy Cyn is cheating on Don with. Jack Do bro for real, wtf is your problem?? First you break up Cyn and Don, then you bring your oppressive mother along on a date, and now this? Can you get a grip??
-NO I WILL NEVER GET A GRIP AND I’M GETTING READY TO BEAT UP LANDGRAAB ONCE THE COUNT AND MARY GAVIGAN MAKE SPACE BY THE FRONT DOOR
I guess seeing Jack Do brought up some sweet memories of getting caught cheating by Don, because Cyn now wants to ‘Ask Malcolm Home’ and presumably introduce him to her husband, Cyn ffs.
We say goodbye to Malcolm, and go APOLOGIZE to Jack Do. God this is humiliating, but they have 3 bolts and we’ve already done so much work with this freak that I refuse to let it all go to waste.
-Jackie I’m SO sorry for cheating on Don with someone that wasn’t you! I should have realized monogamy is something very near and dear to your heart!🌸
-Keep those flower emojis behind you teeth, Cyneswith! Mother was right about you, you are a liar and a temptress and I never wanna see you again!!
WOW well your loss, asshole! Sorry I made you apologize to this loser, Cyn.
-It’s ok, always useful to practice my fake apologies, huhu!💗
We immediately move on to this guy whose name I don’t remember, it was J-something. Jeff? Whatever. We strike gold as ProbablyJeff also has 3 bolts with Cyn (who doesn’t at this point), so I’m like great, we lost a Jack we’ll get a Jeff-
-and then PJ pulls this pro-gamer move and cucks himself. Interesting strategy. The Jack Do shit has me paranoid though that another one of Cyn’s lovers is lurking so we refuse the date..
..and go hug the Good Witch’s magical cat. Those Union genes istg, Cyn your cab’s been honking for 5 minutes, can we fuck off home please? Lord knows we have cats there too.
-But this one’s magic!💗
Our cats are magic too!
Magically stupid that is, as the kittens keep getting trapped in this fucking gap on our porch and somehow they can get in but they can’t get out. They’re so tiny I keep losing sight of them and don’t realize they’re trapped, we’ve gotten like 20 warnings ‘you need to take better care of your pets’ blabla-
-and apparently our butler shares the mental capacity of the average kitten because he keeps dumping trash on the porch gap of all places and then he can’t pick it up so he wastes all day there whining uselessly. Charitable queen Sophie went to help his dumb ass and she got stuck, this is the porch from Hell.
I finally put a fence around the whole thing but even that wasn’t enough to quench the butler’s thirst for garbage-porching and now we got cockroaches, perfect!
Please note in the pic above that three sims rushed to the site of the cockroaches and of those three, two of them went there to freak out and only one went there to actually spray the roaches. Like when I tell you guys that Sophie is singlehandedly keeping these morons alive, there’s really nothing she could do to make me hate her-
-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BELL CHIME. DON’T EVEN TELL ME, SERIOUSLY , I’M GOING TO KILL YOU
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BRUH. Literally the most critical thing to making this generation manageable was having the kids late af aka after the awful LTW’s had either been completed or were near completion. Like I’ve been having a ridic hard time with this many sims and this many pets, literally just keeping everyone fed has been a struggle and now, BABIES. FML
And it is of course gonna be babies, plural, because I need the Shaj and Cyn spawns to be the same age. So here you go Donaldo, it’s the day we’ve all been waiting for, curse us with your DNA:
-Moonflower finally! We’re gonna be parents! We’ll have a little baby that’s half me, half you!
-Well, let’s hope for a slightly different distribution there, Donnie🌸
Man, Cyneswith’s face is legit me.
THANK GOD not twins. Small mercies. (I legit never use that ACR pregnancy scan thing but I just HAD to know)
-Man, I’m so hungry all of a sudden!
Sophie I hate you so much.
-I know, baby, I know.
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[14.33] mingi × reader
⇀ turns out he's dating you because of a bet. how very... wattpad
"Y-you what?" You choked out when you heard Mingi's confession.
It would've been a regular date night for you both. Mingi is more of the outdoor date type. During your more than 3 months of dating, you only had a handful of indoor dates, and usually those were because either of you was not in the right mood. Of course cuddling your problems away while a shitty romcom or horror movie plays in the background would've been the perfect remedy.
But this time his behaviour is different. He didn't text like his normal, usual self. No excessive emojis, no selfies, no cheesy lines. So initially you thought he's not having a good day. Okay, that's fine.
Then when he was supposed to pick you up for your date, he changed the whole plan on the spot, insisting to stay inside. His expression showed sorrow, fear, regret?
Lastly, during the first hour of being inside, he was uncharacteristically quiet. Dead silence. While he'd usually blabber about his day and about his friends, he was barely sharing and when you converse with him, you barely got a reaction.
Turns out, the reason why he wanted to stay inside was to inform you about what heinous act he had done.
"I-I, I'm sorry, I need to tell you the truth because yesterday marked the 100th day which was the last day of the bet and I just feel so guilty," he scooted off his side of the couch to crouch in front of you who was blankly staring at the floor in front of you.
He shakily held your hands in his, "but I never lied about my feelings for you, they were as genuine as they can be-" "unlike our relationship," you croaked, cutting him off. When he heard your response, his heart dropped to his stomach.
Mingi suddenly felt like he's unable to speak anymore. His hands were still holding yours, thumb rubbing gently at the back of your hand. Surprisingly, you didn't pull away.
You were the first one to broke the tension by throwing him questions, "w-who," you cleared your throat, "who initiated the bet?"
Furrowing his eyebrows, he didn't know why you'd wanna know, "Wooyoung, he knew I had a tiny crush on you when we first met so he decided to use it against me, thinking that by dating you my crush would dissolve completely but it backfired, I lo-"
"Who else is involved?" You cut him off again, not letting him say the 'L' word which disappointed him to say the least.
"Everyone, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, and Jongho," he answered.
"How long was the bet supposed to last?"
"100 days, I went to the guys immediately after the clock struck 12 am, that's why I couldn't stay over after we celebrate yesterday,"
You took a deep breath before throwing him one last question.
"H-how much was I worth?"
Mingi wasn't sure he wanted to answer that question. But the determination in your eyes mixed with his fondness for you ultimately won over, because he wanted to be completely honest with you.
"350.000 won, 50k won each," he muttered, looking down on the floor.
Suddenly you smack him directly upside the head, but your action wasn't what surprised him. It was what you said afterwards.
"350.000 won!? Only that much!? Your friends are rich, you could've gotten so much more!!! 350.000 won didn't even cover the cost of the dates you took me to!" You yelled.
He lifted his head and stared at you with utter confusion in his eyes. He struggled to find the words to respond, because he thought you would've cried and kick him out. Not questioning the bet money he got.
His blinking eyes was clear indication that he didn't understand what you meant.
You sighed and crossed your arms, "you got duped out of the deal, Gi," "w-wha- you- you're not-" "don't get this wrong, I AM upset that you dated me because of a bet, but you wear your heart on your sleeve and I know you wouldn't fake your feelings,"
Somehow, your hands had reached forward and cupped his face in your hands, "and as it happens, my feelings for you are genuine ans I don't think it's gonna change because of the fact you had just revealed," you smiled at him.
At this point, he had teared up at how understanding you are of him.
Without wasting another second, he leaped and crash onto you to the couch, peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
"Mingi stop!" You whined while giggling, not really wanting him to stop. He eventually stop and cup your face, "I don't know how I get so lucky with you. You could've dump me on the spot and set my stuff up on fire, but no, you... accept me just as is?" He then leaned in to kiss you fully on the mouth, "I love you," he mumbled against your lips.
It was the very first time he confessed that to you. You couldn't stop the smile that bloomed on your lips, mumbling 'I love you too' against his own lips. The reciprocation drove him to kiss you deeper.
But soon you pushed him away, leaving him pouting and unsatisfied. Before he could protest, you press a finger to his plump lips, "as much as I wanna make out with you right here, right now, we need to fix the bet,"
Mingi raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, not sure what you're trying to say.
You sat back up straight on the couch, making Mingi do the same before telling him your plan.
"Tell them you wanna go double or nothing, and remember, don't tell them that you've told me about the bet. The day after the 200th day, we'll do some big reveal to make them all feel like idiots, I might have to do a little research on that," you spoke excitedly.
Whilst you were talking, Mingi was looking at you with pure adoration and love.
He really is lucky to have you.
#ateez#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez au#ateez timestamp#ateez timestamps#ateez scenario#ateez imagine#mingi#song mingi#ateez mingi#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop au#kpop timestamp#kpop timestamps#smt timestamp
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Claire Novak's (Surprisingly) Not-So-Lame Day
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this fic is written for @dean-has-great-taste as part of @starrynightdeancas' gift exchange. thanks sophie for organizing this, it was a lot of fun <33 and i hope you enjoy this, gen!!
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How did Claire find herself joining Dean, Cas, and Jack for an excursion to the mall?
Well.
Cas had texted her yesterday, with an extreme amount of emojis and emoticons that took some time to decipher, asking if she wanted to go shopping with him, Dean, and Jack. Apparently Jack needed new clothes and they needed a gift for Eileen’s birthday coming up, and maybe they could go bowling or something afterwards.
And normally she would’ve said no way because hanging out with old guys was lame and she didn’t like little kids, but she needed an excuse to get out of Jody and Donna’s weekend plans of cleaning out the garage. Plus, Kaia needed to study for a test—she actually enjoyed school, the weirdo—and had requested no distractions.
So that’s how she found herself sitting in the back of the Impala next to a carseat, listening to one of Dean’s old cassette tapes (which wasn’t too bad, but she’d never admit it).
“What’s that?” Jack asked, stretching against his carseat straps to jab at one of the pins Claire wore on her leather jacket.
“It’s the lesbian flag,” she told him. Cas looked back at them from the front seat, smiling.
“This one?” Jack pointed to the rainbow pin on her pocket.
“It’s the pride flag.”
Jack considered that for a moment before announcing, “I want one. And this one.” He pointed to the mothman pin on her lapel, then the big-eyed, green alien. “And this one... and this one, and this one.” (Alex said she had more pins than leather on her jacket, but sue her, she liked making her clothing her own).
Jack, it seemed, also liked… unique clothing. The kid was wearing rain boots even though the sun was out and overalls with embroidered flowers. He dressed weird, there was no way around it. But so did Cas, so there was probably no hope for him, poor kid.
“Okay,” she decided. “I know where to get you some.”
Jack beamed and swung his legs. “Don’t kick the seat,” Dean told him, and Jack pouted at him.
Claire was surprised Dean even let a carseat in his precious Impala. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can we listen to my music?”
Dean started to respond with a “Hell no,” but Cas spoke up first, “Of course.”
Dean spluttered as Claire connected to the bluetooth connector Sam had finally convinced Dean to install. The old man didn’t realize it was the 21st century, apparently.
“I wanna listen to Gaga!” Jack said, leaning over to look at her phone.
At first she thought that was some baby talk, then she realized Jack was into pop music. Ugh. But it would annoy Dean, so...
Leaning in conspiratorially with Jack, she let him scroll through her phone and choose which song to play. When “Born This Way” started filtering through the car, Dean groaned.
“Really?” he asked, sending her a glare in the rearview mirror. Mission accomplished.
Jack clapped along and Cas turned the music up louder. “Great choice, Jack,” he said.
Dean, for all his grumbling, didn’t turn down the music, and Claire caught him glancing at Cas, who tapped his fingers on his thigh to the beat. Dean looked like he was fighting back a smile and Claire rolled her eyes. Dude was so whipped.
When they parked at the mall, Cas grabbed Jack’s hand before he could sprint across the parking lot. “You have to look both ways,” he reminded him gently, and Jack nodded.
“Claire’s gonna buy me pins,” he said, jumping onto the curb.
“Yup.” Claire pat her jacket pocket. “Good ol’ credit card fraud.”
“Woah, now,” Dean started to protest.
“You and Sam are the ones who taught me!” Claire reminded him.
“We’ll pay for them,” Cas said, opening the door to the mall. Jack skipped inside, his rain boots squeaking on the tiled floor.
“We’re doing what now?” Dean asked Cas, taking his hand. Gross.
“Come on, Jack,” Claire said, catching up to the toddler. “Let’s go get you some style.” Over her shoulder, she called, “Meet up with you guys later.”
“Have fun!” Cas called.
“Don’t get kidnapped,” Dean added.
As they distanced themselves from the old geezers, Jack grabbed her hand, and Claire startled a little. “Do you like dinosaurs?” he asked.
Someone passing by gave them a smile, and Claire realized people probably thought Jack was her younger brother. She let him hold her hand anyway. “Sure.”
“What’s your favorite? Mine is the bon-ta-sore-us.” He sounded out the word carefully.
“Don’t know. What’s the one with the spiky horns?”
“Ti-ce-a-tops?”
“Yeah, that sounds cool.”
“That’s my second favorite!” He started jumping from one colored tile to the next. “And the T-Rex. That’s Dee’s favorite. And Dad likes the steg-a-sore-us.” He peered up at her. “Did you know he got to see dinosaurs? Right in front of him!”
“You know what that means, right?” He shook his head. “He’s super old. He’s basically a dinosaur himself.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “He’s a dinosaur,” he repeated in a hushed whisper.
“Yup.” Spotting Hot Topical, she headed that way. “You should tell him that.”
Inside the store, Jack let go of her hand to grab a stuffed cat. “Claire! Like yours!”
Claire rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” So, she still had the Grumpy Cat Cas had bought her. She wasn’t cruel enough to throw it away when the guy was trying so hard to make up for walking around in her dead dad’s body. Plus, the stuffed animal was kinda cute. Not that she was going to tell anyone that.
“Here ya go,” she told Jack, finding a box of pins at the register. She brought the box down to his level and Jack ran over to look inside.
“I want a Doc McStuffins pin,” he said, plunging his hand into the box.
“I don’t know if they have those.”
As they rooted through the box of pins, she heard familiar voices and looked up to see Dean and Cas walking inside.
“What are you guys doing here?” she asked.
“I like this store,” Cas said and Dean rolled his eyes. Among the pleather and black, Cas’ dingy old trench coat—over a Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt instead of a suit—and Dean’s ratty flannel and boots only looked more ridiculous. She took it back—even Jack dressed better than them.
“You guys don’t have to be in here,” she told them.
“What, we’re too old?” Dean asked defensively.
“Yeah, actually.”
Cas poked at a toy and it squeaked. God, could they be any more embarrassing?
“Dad!” Jack called, holding out a rainbow pin. “Look, they have soo many.” Cas joined Jack in going through the pins and Claire asked Dean, giving his outfit a meaningful look,
“Was the Army Surplus store too trendy for you?”
“Did they kick you out of Sephora for buying up all the eyeliner?“ Dean shot back.
Touché. In a truce, she held out a pin with the bisexual flag. She wasn’t really sure what Dean identified as, if he even gave it any thought, but guessed it was close enough. “For you.”
Dean rolled his eyes but took it. “I’m not weighing down my jacket with this crap, though.”
“No, ‘course not, that would mean having any sort of style.”
“Can I help you with anything?” asked an employee with two nose rings and jewelry up and down their ears— so cool. Claire saw the way their eyes flicked between them, probably thinking they made a weird group, and she took a step back, trying to silently communicate that yes, she was shopping with them, but no, she was not as lame as them.
“Just looking,” Dean told them.
“I like your drawings,” Jack said and the employee looked down at their arms which were littered with tattoos.
“Thanks.”
“My dad has a drawing. It’s Enochian.”
The employee—Wren, by the name tag—looked at Cas with new respect in their eyes. “Language of the angels. Sick.”
Cas looked pleased. “Thank you. It’s come in handy more than once.”
The employee went back to looking confused and, starting to walk away, told them to call if they needed anything.
“Do you want anything?” Cas asked Claire, and Claire looked through the box. She grabbed a pentagram pin and, seeming to copy her, Jack grabbed another one, clutching several pins already in his fists.
“You like bees, right?” Claire asked Cas, spotting a “Save the Bees” pin. She held it up for him.
Cas’ eyes brightened. “That’s a wonderful message.” He glanced back at Dean and frowned. “Dean, they’re not going to bite.”
Claire looked over to see Dean shying away from a few emo teens. “Look like it,” Dean muttered, joining them. Jack lifted up his hands, asking to be hoisted up. Dean set him on his hip and Jack showed him the pins he’d selected. He held a dinosaur pin to Dean’s collar.
“Do you want one, Dee?”
“He’s too lame,” Claire piped up. Not for the first time, she noticed the healed over piercing mark on Dean’s right ear and pointed to it. “Looks like he used to be cool, though.”
“Yeah, guess so,” Dean said dryly. His hand went to his earlobe. “Pierced it myself, in high school.”
“I think you’re still cool,” Cas told him, and Claire fake-gagged, making Jack giggle.
Cas took the pins to the cash register where Wren rang them up. Dean added the bisexual flag pin and Claire threw in a pair of spiky earrings, because, hey, they were paying.
“15.36,” Wren told them, dropping the pins into a bag.
“My dad’s a dinosaur,” Jack told them, trying to see over the edge of the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow, Cas looked surprised, and Claire stifled a laugh.
“Claire, help me,” Jack said, grabbing the bag from Cas as they exited the store. Moving to the side, Claire helped him attach the pins to his overalls. A smiley face, a pride flag, a grinning Stitch, a sunflower, a dinosaur, and the pentagram. The pins clacked as Jack tugged at his overalls, trying to look at them all. Overall, a chaotic look, but it kinda matched his vibe.
“Lookin’ good,” she told him, and Jack beamed.
“I’m like you!”
Alright, she wouldn’t take it that far, but, “Yeah, close enough.”
Cas attached the “Save the Bees” pins to his trench coat pocket and it ended up crooked. Rolling her eyes, Claire said, “Let me.”
She reattached the pin and stepping back to look it over, decided, “You could actually make that coat look cool if you added more stuff to it.”
Cas looked down at himself. “Thank you.”
“Nothing’s gonna save that sweatshirt, though.” Couldn’t let his ego get too big.
“Dean said he liked it,” Cas said, glancing back at Dean, who was shooting an evil eye at Claire. He quickly wiped it off his face and draped an arm over Cas’ shoulders.
“Yeah, it’s uh… Charming.” He guided Cas away from Claire. “Don’t listen to her, she still thinks sarcasm is a personality trait.”
“Screw you, old man,” she called. Jack skipped after them and she checked her phone to see Kaia had texted her: How’s everything going? They drive you crazy yet?
They’re so weird, she texted back. Then she added, They’re not too bad.
“Come on, Jack,” she said, hurrying to catch up with him, Dean, and Cas. “Let’s go get our ears pierced.”
“Yay!” Jack cheered. He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the mall.
“Woah, woah, you’re not doing that,” Dean protested like the wet blanket he was.
“You can get yours pierced too,” Claire told him, and he faltered,
“I don’t want, we’re not—“
“You know you want to.” She let Jack lead her away and Dean called after them,
“We're never bringing you shopping again!”
Grinning, she turned to shout over her shoulder, “You know you love me!”
#starrynightdeancas gift exchange#established dean/cas#claire novak#toddler jack#dadstiel#fic#spn#expectingtoflywrites#im gonna post this on ao3 as soon as i figure out a summary lol
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🧦 stocking stuffers: yoongi’s being annoying as per usual
stocking stuffers are basically the holiday equivalent of teeny tidbits :D i just wanted to give you guys a little something to tide you over while you’re waiting for the second drabble! also yes that is a sock emoji there was no stocking emoji sUE ME
this started off at five hundred words and quickly spiralled into two thousand words but it’s not good enough to stand alone as a proper drabble so i’m counting it as a puny stocking stuffer drabble
pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n
genre; sfw for the most part but there are some suggestive themes because this is demon!yoongi after all <3
what to expect; “ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me... it turns me on.”
wordcount; 2.3k
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“i don’t even know why we’re decorating this stupid thing. we’re going to be throwing it out by the end of the month.” yoongi grumbles, tossing a handful of fake snow onto the tree a little too aggressively before shoving his hand back into the bag
this sucks
when he woke up this morning you told him that you guys would be spending the entire day decorating the apartment for christmas and his morning wood immediately deflated
in fact he’s pretty sure his penis might’ve shrivelled up and died at your words
it doesn’t make any sense
you’re like.,., 25% demon!
you’re supposed to hate christmas because it’s literally the day of christ, but here you are, wearing what has to be the ugliest sweater he’s ever seen in his entire life (it lights up. what kind of a sweater lights up?!) while happily hanging baubles on this poor tree that should be out in nature and definitely not in this apartment
“oh, cut it out, you grouch.” you scowl playfully, already fully aware as to why yoongi’s so grumpy today, “decorating is fun! and our presents are going to look so pretty under the tree-”
“y/n?” jungkook pokes his head out from the kitchen and you turn to look at him, “i’m gonna need you to help out with the gingerbread house. construction isn’t going great. there’s frosting everywhere and i ate most of the m&ms. and one of the gingerbread men is missing a head because i got hungry.”
“are you seri- i asked you to do one thing, kook-” you frown, jungkook smiling sheepishly before not so subtly popping an m&m into his mouth, “get back in the kitchen! i’ll join you in a second.”
jungkook pops back into the kitchen and you let out a hopeless little sigh before slowly turning to look at yoongi
he pauses right as he’s about to sprinkle some more snow onto the branches and narrows his eyes at you, “…why are you looking at me like that?”
“will you finish decorating the tree while i help jungkook?” you turn to look at yoongi before pushing your bottom lip out in a pleading little pout, “please?”
“what?? no way!” yoongi scowls, immediately dropping the bag of fake snow onto the floor with a thump, “the only reason why i agreed to do this was because it’s more bearable when we do it together- i’m not decorating this tree alone, that’s just pathetic-”
“aw, c’mon-”
“i’ll just wait for you to finish with the gingerbread house and then we’ll continue with the tree-”
“but we have to follow my schedule!” you whine, grabbing your notepad off the couch before pointing at the next thing on your list, “see? 1:00 to 2:00 - decorate the tree. 2:00 to 2:30 - hang the lights out on the balcony- and it’s already 1:30, yoon-”
“for the love of-” yoongi huffs, “okay, fine! fine, i’ll- i’ll decorate the damn tree alone.” yoongi snatches the box of baubles from you but the faintest of smiles twitches at his mouth when you lean in to squish an appreciative kiss to his cheek
the thought of completely burning the tree down while you’re gone briefly flits through his mind but he squashes that thought quickly
he’ll be good for you
he can behave!
»»————- 🎄 ————-««
“don’t eat the gum drops, i’ll be right-” you step out of the kitchen and your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see yoongi floating in mid-air, carefully wrapping the christmas lights around the tree, “yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hurrying over to him before reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his ankle, “yoongi, what the hell are you doing-?!”
“i’m wrapping the damn tree in these lights and we don’t have a ladder-” yoongi wobbles a little when you give him another harsh yank and he glances down to see you looking warily at the kitchen door
heh
you’re... anxious.
he can feel wafting it in the air and it smells so good
maybe he can have a little bit of fun with this…
“so use a chair or something! yoongi, i thought we agreed that if jungkook was here that you wouldn’t do anything non-humany-!” you jump when yoongi suddenly drops the pile of lights into your arms before lying back and folding his arms behind his head
oh god
he’s not going to get down anytime soon
also the only reason why you haven’t told jungkook about the fact that yoongi is most definitely not from this world is because he would pass out from complete and utter petrification
you don’t know how he’s going to be able to handle a spawn of satan when the man is scared of fruit flies!!!!
you’re planning to keep everything a secret until the day you die
(you’re also hoping that the day you pop one of yoongi’s babies out that it doesn’t come out with tiny red horns on its head because you feel like jungkook wouldn’t take that very lightly)
“down. now!” you snap, bending down to set the lights down on the ground so you can go and follow yoongi, “i’m serious, yoongi!”
“oh, relax.” yoongi sighs, “he’s in the kitchen, we’re in the living room…” you frown disapprovingly when he tilts his head back so that his face is right in front of yours before flashing you a grin, “now, why don’t you wipe that frown off your face and give me a kiss?” he purses his lips obnoxiously and squawks when you shovE your face into his hand
hey!
rude!!
“i’m not going to give you anything until you get down-”
“aw, but decorating the apartment would be so much easier if you just let me do my thing!” yoongi pushes himself all the way up so that he’s next to the ceiling fan, “i can even do some much needed dusting while i’m up here!”
“min yoongi, if you don’t get down right now-” you hop up onto the couch and reach up to grab his foot onLY for yoongi to pull his legs up and cross them, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you sadistic freak-”
“ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me,” yoongi wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling to himself when you start hopping up and down to try to get closer to him, “it turns me on.”
“that means nothing to me because you get turned on by everything-” you grumble, your fingers barely brushing over his ankle as you keep trying to grab him, “like that one time you were watching me eat ice cream-”
“uhhhh, excuse me-” yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “there was white cream dripping down your chin. obviously i got turned on-”
“hey, if you come down now, i promise to do that thing that you said you wanted to do…” you offer, looking up at yoongi with wide eyes before clasping your hands together, “c’mon… isn’t that a good deal?”
yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at you, “nice try, you scammer. i’m not falling for that again-”
your shoulders immediately drop and you watch helplessly as he floats over so that he’s near the kitchen door
you really wished that inheriting some of yoongi’s aura gave you the power to float as well
all it gave you was the ability to sometimes make your eyes go black
suRE your stamina in bed has improved significantly and you can keep your engine running from sunset to sunrise but that’s not as cool as FLOATING in mid-air
“do not.” you shoot yoongi a glare when he makes a motion to open the kitchen door
“what if i…” yoongi grins, pretending to knock against the door, “oh, look at your face! you don’t like that, do you? you poor, helpless little thing...” he coos, rolling over onto his back with a laugh
oh god
you haTE THIS
“you know i-” your heart practically drops out of your ass when the door suddenly swinGs open and jungkook steps out with frosting all over his hands
“okay, i know you said not to touch anything, but one of the walls were starting to droop so i thought i’d reinforce it with a little more frosting, buT i squeezed too hard and the bag exploded-”
you swallow thickly when yoongi lowers himself a little all while maintaining strong eye contact with you, propping his chin up on his palm before the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin
you ball your hands into tight fists when yoongi blinks and his pupils turn into thin red slits
great! now his creepy demon eyes are out!
okay
you know what?
it’s fine
relax!
you know he’s taunting you on purpose but it’s not like he’s actually going to do anything-
“DON’T-!” you jump off the couch when yoongi wiggles his fingers directly above jungkook’s head, a couple tendrils of his hair starting to float upwards
“okay, jeez!” jungkook raises both hands in defence before scoffing lightly, “i said i’d offer to help clean up but since you obviously don’t want my help then maybe you can get yoongi to help-“ jungkook pauses, glancing over by the tree, “hey, where’d he go? i heard his voice like a second before i came out-”
“he’s dead!” you blurt out, jungkook’s eyes widening immediately
(improvisation has never been one of your strong suits)
yoongi lies down on his back before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, all while floating mere inches above jungkook’s head
“i mean… he’s… dead-finitely in the washroom.” you correct yourself, trying to hide the complete and utter angeR on your face when yoongi peels open one eye before turning his head and blowing a silent kiss at you, “because he… had to pee. like any other normal human being does when their bladder is full.”
“that was a very... non-human being way to answer a question.” jungkook snorts, “what’s wrong with you?”
“i just... don’t want you to get your grubby frosting hands anywhere!” you clear your throat, letting out a sheepish chuckle before rushing over to jungkook, “why don’t you start cleaning up and i’ll join you in a sec?”
“but my hands are still covered in frosting-”
“uh-huh, sounds good!” you slap your hands down on jungkook’s shoulders before spinning him around and practically shoVing him back into the kitchen
you close the door before looking up so you can grab yoongi by the collar and pull him-
?
yoongi is… no longer there.
the christmas lights on the tree flicker before buzzing out
okay
so he wants to play games, does he?
“yoongi?” you spin around quickly before walking forwards cautiously, carefully inspecting every inch of the room for any sign of your nightmare of a boyfriend
you jump in surprise when a bauble suddenly falls off the tree and bounces on the floor before rolling over to your feet
“you think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you mumble, bending down to pick it up before gently placing it down on the coffee table
i’m fucking hilarious, baby. i like to think that’s part of the reason as to why you love me so much.
“what the-!” you jolt at the sound of yoongi’s voice suddenly echoing in your head
the last time he was in your head like this was when you summoned him for the first time which was definitely a while ago
you forgot how weird it was to hear his voice inside your head
“i certainly don’t love you right now, i can say that for sure.” you grumble, “it’s safe to say that i actually hate you right now-”
you look really sexy when you’re mad at me. why don’t you meet me in the bathroom for a quickie? jungkook will never know. i’ll even cover your mouth with my hand so he won’t hear anything.
you look over quickly when the door to the guest bathroom suddenly creaks open
ahA
“yeah, i’ll meet you in the bathroom... to kick your ass-” you storm over, kicking the door open only to see that there’s no one in there, “and then when i’m done kicking your ass, i’m gonna kick your ass again-”
ooh, are we finally experimenting with pain now? i can definitely get into that. i can use your bobby pins as makeshift nipple clamps.
“you are infuriating!” you snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at the ceiling
you know that being playful is just part of yoongi’s nature but good GOD
sometimes you just want to strangle him
and not in the kinky way
at this point it looks like you’re going to have to pull out what might be the most predictable trick in your book but you’re desperate here
you need to sort this out before jungkook comes out to see you talking to yourself like a crazy person
yeah, that’s right. keep thinking about how annoying i am and how much that pisses you off. angry sex is super hot.
“oh yeah?” you stroll towards the middle of the living room, taking your time to do so, “you think so?”
hell yeah. i want you to be on top, too. i love the view.
“i’ll do... whatever you want me to do...” you trail off, eyes flickering around the room for any sign of movement, “but if you don’t come out in the next five seconds, it’s just going to be you and your hand for the next five days- oh-!”
it’s only a second later that you’re suddenly being pummelled into from behind
you definitely would’ve fallen face first onto the floor if it wasn’t for yoongi wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “finally! there you are-”
“depriving me of sex during the holidays??” yoongi whines, digging his fingers into your waist, “now look who’s being the asshole-”
see??
oldest trick in the book but it still works like a charm :’)
christmas with cee 2020 masterlist
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Catfish
prompt: mother says to be wary of people you meet on the internet, especially since you never know who’s on the other side of the screen.
pairing: atsumu x reader
the unpaid extras: osamu, suna
general taglist: @graykageyama
Osamu liked to mess with his brother and lately he’s been planning the largest prank. It originally wasn’t supposed become a huge thing, but then Suna just kept edging him on; adding more things one by one and it just spiraled. Osamu was catfishing Atsumu with your pictures.
Now, Osamu knows that it sounds bad but technically you were in on the prank. You had never met nor even knew Atsumu, heck, you didn’t even know who Osamu was. You had been part of the prank merely through text messages and the occasional meet up with Suna.
To put it simply, Suna met you through one of his teammates; coincidentally you ended up in one of his classes and the two of you built a tiny friendship. Which was why, when Suna was thinking of the perfect person to catfish Atsumu with; your face lit up in his head.
You were the perfect candidate, exactly Atsumu’s type literally to a tee. When Suna pulled up your contact, the first thing he did was offer to pay you. Every picture you sent used for the prank, he’ll send you cash through an app and as a broke college student who needed cash fast, you agreed as long as the photos weren’t used for anything weird or sexual. He made sure to send you proof of each photo in use.
This brings it all back to dear Osamu catfishing his brother. He had created an entirely new Instagram for you, complete using your name and a cute description that him and Suna had spent two hours thinking of. They decided to even spend a few days perfecting it, posting pictures a few days apart with captions, following random groups, liking posts, essentially creating a whole new personality using your photos. Osamu had even developed a fake occupation for you; a foodie blogger to which some posts were dedicated to food reviews for restaurants Osamu deemed worthy of a post.
And when Osamu says that the prank spiraled; it fucking spiraled. Originally it started with Suna and Osamu following the account, suddenly Suna’s teammates began following the account. Osamu made the mistake of tagging Onigirl Miya in one of your photos, ultimately adding a few random people to follow the account. Suddenly after two weeks of having the account, you gained over two thousand follows.
It was no worries though, because Osamu can quickly catfish Atsumu, take down the account, and call it all good.
Safe to say, Atsumu accepted the friend request rather quickly. Osamu and Suna snicker to themselves, it took Atsumu less than five minutes to accept and he was already liking all of your photos. Not even ten minutes pass and he’s sliding into the DM’s.
The two men looking at the phone and burst into laughter. They spend five minutes cackling at Atsumu’s random ‘hey’ message that followed with a smiling emoji.
Osamu was absolutely entertained, it was hilarious that his own brother had fallen for his catfish and honestly, Osamu was ready to give up the act after three days but then Atsumu said something that just really pissed him off. He doesn’t remember what it was, he just suddenly ended up two more weeks later still having the fake Instagram account and still having Atsumu believe that he was falling in love with some girl.
Somehow the account ended up with over five thousand followers, Atsumu messages the account religiously, and Osamu for some godly reason is still managing the account three months later. It’s spiraled.
“I have a girlfriend!” Atsumu doesn’t know why his friend and brother are laughing. He’s scrolling through your Instagram, the catfish Instagram.
Osamu almost chokes on his food, “So what, have you guys gone on a date? Have you even seen her in real life?” Suna snorts into his drink, he coughs when he accidentally inhales the water sharply.
Atsumu slumps in his seat, his voice small, “No, but we talk every day and she likes me!”
Suna is coughing even harder now, tears threatening to leave his eyes to the point that he excuses himself to the bathroom. Osamu has a shit eating grin on his face, “How do you know she’s actually not some old dude catfishing you?”
“She’s not!” Atsumu stutters, “She’s real!”
“Prove it.”
Osamu was about to learn a harsh lesson about the world; the world loves to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.
Atsumu leans forward, an eerie grin on his lips, “Happily.” Atsumu whips out his phone, quickly presses a number and holds the phone to his ear. He holds a finger up to his brother, even gesturing for the returning Suna to remain quiet. The phone picks up, “Hey babe, you wanna meet me here at Onigiri Miya?” Atsumu looks at the watch on his wrist, “Twenty minutes? Perfect.”
Osamu’s believing his brother is bluffing. There was no way in hell he’d be able to somehow magically bring the catfish to life, heck, Atsumu would be a god if suddenly he could. Thirty minutes pass, Osamu is exchanging looks with Suna. It’s absolutely silent between the three.
Osamu is suddenly feeling guilty, Suna is uncomfortable to the point that he’s even texting you to make sure you weren’t actually coming, and you confirmed with him that you weren’t.
“Should we tell him?” Osamu whispers when another five minutes pass.
Suna is deadpanned, “I don’t know, we’re kind of reaching a sad territory now. Let’s just break up with him and ghost him.”
Osamu groans, “But do we want to deal with a sad Atsumu, I’ll take getting my ass kicked over him crying in my apartment.”
The door chimes and their jaws smack the floor. You walked through the door, eyes roaming the place before landing on the three huddled into the corner. Is he a fucking god? Atsumu stands from his seat, he meets you halfway, pulling you into a heartfelt kiss that has you swooning.
The closer you approach with Atsumu’s arm around your shoulder, the more they truly begin to believe that Atsumu is a god.
“Guys, this is my girlfriend.” This time it’s Atsumu who has a shit-eating grin, “Ain’t she a beauty, the pictures don’t do her justice.”
It takes everything in Osamu to not scream, “But, you said you’d never even met her before.”
Atsumu gazes into your eyes, hearts practically floating above his head, “I mean I guess technically this is our first-time meeting, right?”
You nod, a puppy like expression on your face, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. You must be Osamu.” You point to him then your fingers drag to the other male, “Suna.”
“Oh.” Suna sits straight up, “Oh!” He catches the glint in your eyes, the conniving little minx of a look. Suna was no longer calm, “We’ve been double crossed!”
There’s screaming, fingers are being pointed at each other, Atsumu is gripping Osamu by the neck of his shirt, Suna is literally calling your phone to make sure that it’s actually you, Osamu is pulling his brother’s hair. The customers of the restaurant stare with their jaws dropped at the scene.
Everyone is squished into Osamu’s small office. Suna is sitting on the desktop, Osamu in his chair, Atsumu in the spare seat, and you lean on the arm of Atsumu’s chair. His arm dangles around your waist, pulling you to lean on him with a cheery grin.
Atsumu leans forward, taking in the expressions of the two bewildered boys, “I guess let’s start at the beginning.”
While the story technically began three months ago with Suna asking for your cooperation, the story of you and Atsumu began two months ago.
The extra cash from all the pictures you sent Suna was giving you enough to be able to go out and live a little on the weekends. Originally the bar was dead, you and your friends were tucked into the corner in a booth when a rowdy bunch of men came in. Your friends gasped having recognize them as members of a sports team and with their excitement, they must have won a game.
It didn’t affect your group that much until it came to split ways; being in your last year of university, you excused yourself, insisting that you needed to go home to finish a project. As you stood at the register, card tapping against the counter, that was when he showed up.
At this point, Atsumu had spent the past hour believing the gods were on his side. He practically walked by your table ten times just to make sure the face matched the one in his instagram’s DM. After forty minutes of the constant back and forth, your quick gazes at him walking by the table seem to do nothing. Were you unable to recognize him?
He took his shot watching you stand alone at the counter. He finishes off his drink and smoothly strides to you.
“Hey!” Atsumu leans on the counter, flashing a smile despite alcohol dripping from the side of his mouth, “Wouldn’t you consider this fate?” He gestures between the both of you.
You’re confused, shooting him a puzzled gaze, “Sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” You hand the card to the worker, anxiously eyeing the male who’s increasingly invading your space.
Atsumu places a hand on the small of your back, it was something Instagram you had mentioned you liked, instead it triggered a fight or flight. Your hand makes harsh contact with his cheek, he retracts his hand immediately.
“Don’t touch me!” You bark at him, “Perv.” You’re aggressively signing the receipt, storming out of the door while other men seem to ooh at Atsumu’s situation.
“Hey!” Atsumu catches your figure outside of the bar, you’re waving a hand to catch a cab, “I think we got off on the wrong foot there.”
You don’t give him a second glance, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are.”
“Atsumu.” He stands right in front of you, blocking your sights for a cab. He’s got the widest smile on his face as he holds out a hand, “Miya Atsumu. Volleyball player. Setter for the Black Jackals.”
“Okay.” You run a hand through your hair, oddly taking his hand into a shake while eyeing him, “Miya Atsumu, volleyball player, setter for the Black Jackals.”
You step to the side, arm out still trying to catch a taxi but he blocks your way once more and he looks at you with such wonder. His eyes practically having stars coming out and his smile warm and inviting. He was wondering if you were a twin, maybe he had actually gotten the wrong person.
“You are?”
The wind is causing your hair to blow in your face, he wants to so bad to brush the strands behind your ears but the way you gave him a slap earlier makes him think that’s a bad idea. Your fingers pull your hair back, “Y/n. I don’t have a fancy title like yours but, I guess I don’t know, senior to be graduating at the university.” You sidestep him once more, “I’m just trying to catch a cab home.”
Once more he blocks your way and you look at him with defeat. He was persistent. He laughs, “Sorry, last time, but do you not know me?”
You’re still as confused as ever, “Look if you’re going to pull some cheesy line about seeing me before, it’s not going to work.”
“Wait, just hold on a second.” Atsumu pulls out his phone, his fingers are shaking as he presses onto the app. He pulls up your profile, handing you his cell phone, “This is you isn’t it?!”
Your eyes scan the social media page, your mouth falling open, there’s a hidden laugh itching in your throat. These were all the picture you had taken for Suna and somehow, you’re being shown by a stranger your fake profile.
“We’ve been messaging for like a month, I can’t believe you don’t recognize me.”
I don’t recognize you because I’m not the one talking to you.
You’re perplexed, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, if you told him he’s being catfished you’d lose the flow of side cash you’ve developed but if you didn’t, isn’t that just wrong. And the more you look at him from under the stars, he’s rather cute; you suddenly feel bad for slapping his face earlier.
“Do you want to get some coffee?”
Your offer sends him over the moon, he’s walking alongside you to the nearest convenience; Atsumu is rather talkative, bringing up topics of everything and anything that comes to his mind. As the two of you look over drink options in the cooler, his hands pull two cans of black coffee.
“You’re favorite right?” He holds one out to you.
Your actively smiling, biting your lower lip and wondering if you needed to play along with the role but as he stares at you with such adoring eyes, it makes your heart skip a beat just taking in the fact that he would remember something trivial over text.
“Actually.” You place the drink back, opting for a sweeter caramel macchiato, “I would say that this is my favorite.”
Atsumu quirks a brow, “Are you saying you were lying to me?” He places a hand over his heart, “And here I thought we were soulmates.”
Your hand smacks against his arm, “Shut up.”
“So what are you studying for?” Atsumu sips his drink, the two of you leaning against the windows of the convenience store. There’s a slight sway in his body and you’ve unknowingly followed his movements.
“Literature. Once I graduate, an internship is probably where I’ll start but I’m hoping I can get hired into a publishing company.” He’s comfortable to be with and you aren’t sure if it’s because he thinks he knows you or because his presence is just like that; comfortable.
Atsumu finishes off his canned beverage, “And you do that, all on top of running a foodie Instagram.”
From what you gathered on a quick skim of the account; they have your occupation as a lower level food blog; it’s rather funny. You can only nod to him, “It’s just a side hobby really.”
“Well maybe I could join you on one of your little adventures.”
You try to suppress the immense grin that wants to grow on your lips, there’s an internal battle happening of whether you should tell him or not but once again, the way he looks at you, the cute doe eyed look; it puts butterflies in your stomach.
“How about tomorrow?” He lets out a small gasp, your hands pull out your cell phone and offer it to him, “Your number?”
“I’m free for lunch, just text me when and where.”
You press the number he’s inserted into his contact; in a second his cell rings and he’s showing off his screen, “Don’t message me on Instagram though, I’m detoxing from social media for a bit. Just, text my number.”
He walks you to the curb, helping you flag down a cab, and you give him one last gleeful glance before getting into the car. As you sit, you’re quick to dial Suna’s number. You know he’s probably sleeping but the light feeling in your heart overrides his sleep schedule.
“What?” He’s groaning.
“Suna listen to me carefully. The prank that you guys are doing.” You hear a small snore, “Suna!” He jolts awake and you groan, “You know what, go back to sleep.”
“Thanks.” He hangs up immediately.
Your phone dings, Atsumu’s name pops up. Can’t wait for our date. You bite on your thumb, a smile on you before you respond.
Although having just seen him forty minutes ago, you two text back and forth. First he wondered if you arrived home safe, next he sent pictures of himself insisting it’s for you to choose for his icon, then he proceeds to narrate his way home. You wonder if you’re responding like catfish you but the more he brings up random topics, the more you forget about that stupid prank.
Wait let me call you.
Your heart beats faster, your phone lighting up with his name. You press the answer button slowly, “Hello?” You giggle.
“You’re telling me that you like spikers more than setters.” His voice is nearly screaming and you lean back on your chair laughing into the phone.
The quick research you did on his team had you watching short videos, and while you had to admit it was amazing to watch, your eyes drifted more to one of his teammates than him, “What’s his name?” You lean to look at your computer screen, “Bokuto Koutarou?”
“No!” He’s whining out into the air, “If I had known you were a spiker girl I would have changed positions.”
Your eyes catch the time on your laptop, “Woah. It’s three in the morning.” That meant you had spent over four hours total texting him and now you were on the phone with him, “What are you doing awake?”
He blows out a breath of air, “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Well.” You draw out the word, dragging your self to your bed, “I’m going to go to sleep now.” There’s a pause on the line, “Atsumu?” He hums tiredly, “Good night.”
There’s a small snore from him before he shifts around, “Good night.”
The morning light urges you awake, for a second you peak at your phone’s time and it nears ten in the morning. You’re about to throw your phone back onto the bedside table until Atsumu’s name catches your eye. For having gone to bed at three a.m. he shot you a text at seven.
Morning beautiful.
It was sweet, simple, and it made you smile; giving you the extra push to get out of bed. You stalked your own catfish page, there hadn’t seemed to be any updates so there was still time. A quick search of the internet has you picking out a random restaurant nearby and you send off a text to Atsumu about a meeting time.
You were late, pushing through the doors of the restaurant, your eyes scan the place to see him raise a hand for you. He’s dashingly handsome despite being in casual wear, you wonder if he spent time like you did just trying to pick out an outfit or if he spent forever gelling his hair as long as you tried to get your strands into the perfect waves.
“Sorry, did you wait long?” You pull into the seat in front of him.
He’s smiling and you hope to god that when you break the news to him, he’ll still smile for you, “I just got here not too long ago too.” He looks over the menu quickly, “What do you think you’ll get?”
You inspect each dish, a light hum on you as you dance around the option, “The spaghetti sounds nice.”
Atsumu tilts his head, “It has red meat in it.” You stare blankly at him, “Aren’t you allergic to red meat?”
“Oh.” You set the menu down, “Actually.” He follows your actions, you’ve become nervous at what you’re suddenly about to do, “There’s something you should know.”
“Fuck this!” Atsumu throws the napkin on the table, you jump as he harshly stands, throwing the chair back.
“Atsumu.” You stand.
“No! Don’t. Were you just messing with me then? Did Osamu tell you I was going to be at the bar last night?” Atsumu’s fist ball, “You know what, whatever.”
“Wait.” You follow him behind, “Atsumu. I’m sorry.”
He harshly turns to you, god, even in sunlight you were beautiful to him. He wants to laugh, the month he spent talking to the fake you; yeah that was all bullshit to him but honestly when he saw you last night, when he spent over four hours actually talking to you; he actually felt that maybe this could be something deeper.
“I’m really sorry, I know I should have said something right away.” You have a soft pout on you and it makes him outwardly groan.
He runs a hand through his hair, “Okay, it’s fine. I probably deserved this prank too anyways; must have pissed him off somehow.” He waves a hand, “You can just go back to doing whatever.”
Your hand pulls on his wrist, “I owe you a meal.” You bat your eyes with a cheeky grin, “If you take pictures of me, we can send them to Suna and use the money for our food.”
“Oh.” He begins to smile, “I like that idea.”
Back into Osamu’s office, Atsumu has now pulled you onto his lap, your head resting on his shoulder with arms hanging around his shoulders. The two bachelors stare at the sickly loving sight.
A lightbulb goes off in Suna’s head, “Wait! My money!”
You snort a laugh into Atsumu’s shoulder, “Hey, I earned that fair and square. You paid for goods.”
Osamu is having a staring contest with his brother, “So you two have been actually dating for two months? Why would you still message the catfish account then, why not just kick my ass when you found out?”
Atsumu taps a finger on his chin, “Well, I was just originally going to ghost you guys but then babe here and I discovered that we could fund all of our dates with Suna’s money. We even started setting aside leftover cash from our dates to plan a trip.”
You giggle, “We’re going to Disney next weekend.”
“All the pictures.” Suna whispers.
There’s an amused hum in your throat, “Honestly I’m surprised you guys didn’t figure it out. We were dropping hints in the photos.”
Indeed, the two males looked at the pictures you sent them. If they backtracked to two months ago, there wouldn’t be any hints but the closer they get to the present; it was painfully obvious. They were just too caught up in their excitement to even notice. In one photo, part of Atsumu’s shoulder and hair was just barely in the picture; another had his reflection vividly displayed in the window of the restaurant, and somehow Osamu and Suna missed the obvious Black Jackals jacket sitting on the back of the chair next to you.
The two boys were having a mental breakdown.
You shifted on Atsumu’s lap, leaning forward to tap against the top of Osamu’s phone, “Now, if you’d please deactivate the account since this whole charade is over.”
Osamu ended up not deleting the account. He set the account to private because seeing how his brother was so deeply entranced by you, Osamu had a feeling this one was going to last and he was right; on Atsumu’s wedding day, his little best-man speech had him whipping out the catfish Instagram to display on the monitor for everyone to see.
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So like. Time fugitive young avengers
TRYING to find the only time traveler they know and the one who prolly sorta likes them???
So like eli and Billy and teddy appear during Sylvie and Loki's sword fight to yoink Kang
Which is the real reason he disappears
Kang legit crying because??? His friends??? Who he had to keep pruning from the timeline???
ABOUT THAT.
So none of them are the same ages because it's funny
I want Billy and teddy to be a middle aged married couple who are just SO DONE and Kate's like I was literally JUST at your wedding, WHY DOES THIS SHIT KEEP HAPPENING TO ME AT WEDDINGS????
Kate refers to kang as "my good bitch" and nothing else
They have nate which allows them to grab loki. The post saakar killed by thanos but not quite Loki
Also. This is a verse where when loki fell off the bifrost he got younger and then wound up with the YA. Endverse!kid!loki is a variant of that time
Kang also cries when he sees Cassie
They expect kang to be this hardass and really hes just SO TIRED, YOU GUYS, and he's so glad to have help
Which is not what they were expecting
Tommy keeps holding up rope all "so no tying him to a chair?"
He gets berated for trying to bring bondage into everything
thATS NOT WHAT THIS IS
At some point they're like you let steve do WHAT. the home of phobia.
Also theres a variant peggy that shows up. Kate and America keep ooo.ooo ing at her
The gay vibes are impeccable
Nate calls Kate "my solid ho"
I kind if want Kate to be the "youngest". Like she's the first one they nabbed but they got her earlier in her timeline than the rest of the team. Shes still like mid late 20s and everyone is weeping emoji at her shes such a BABY and Kate growling no goddamnit I'm a small business owner I pay taxes I am NOT baby
But ONLY if it's funny if Kate being the youngest for once isn't funny then no go hoes
Kate, Nate, and Loki doing obnoxious sprawling all over each other as the youngest oldests
Why is Kang unhinged? That is why. "The floor is lava and the only safe place is UR LAP"
Also have I mentioned agent mobius is noh? I have? Great. Because he is.
And that Casey is Jonas?
Awesome.
So that vibe the gotg had in their first movie..."them?" and "those dipshits?" that's the vibe of this young avengers. With the bonus that they were once competent and organized etc etc but not with these versions of each other
At some point "shhh come on this is Kate's funeral be quiet."
"Yeah don't turn it into a roast this time."
"Shut up ur dead u dont get a say."
but also like. maybe.
so when the timeline exploded all of those timelines existed fully at that moment
which is how they can pluck people at different ages etc.
so Nate Knows about the Young Avengers and a Good Nate comes and Grabs Loki, and they “go to the leader of the young avengers”
which to nate either means another him, or maybe jonas, or eli?
and it’s KATE. who he, like, sort of knows? but why is she the one they got taken to--
“I’m the leader of the young avengers, that’s why, jerk. Also hi Loki.”
“I’m sorry who are you?”
Kate is OFFEND.
Nate is just confused as to HOW. She wasn’t even??? On the roster???
“Yeah well i guess you’re just lucky.”
the fact that loki gets the team together the second time but he doesn’t even know her is irritating, meanwhile loki is making fun of “young avengers” what was there a BABY THOR, a MINI HULK
Nate has to implement a “no stabby no shooty” rule after he’s done laughing
Loki is CONSTANTLY unnerved by how much Kate seems to know about him
some things he didn’t even know about himself? like a breakfast obsession???
Kate being with them helps the other grabs go easier
at some point they’re talking about the TVA and they have pictures for some reason.
“wait wait go back”
“yeah ok we need to grab those two”
she’s only KIND of offended when Noh has no idea who she is but seems to have a crush on Loki. Rude, but ok.
Jonas is all “took you long enough, hang on let me grab some infinity stones”
“fucking WHAT.”
for some reason they wind up at the End, surrounded by Lokis.
and then it’s an argument about which Loki is better for the team. Which variant!loki is VERY offended by
this is just a group of people who MUST offend one another
Kate is. um. VERY adamant about the Loki she wants.
“My vote is for the lizard.”
cue kid!loki peering from behind something: “Kate?”
“LOKI??”
“CHCANGED MY MIND We’re taking the Kid.”
“no, we’re not, I vote for me” variant!loki says this and gets blasted by vote loki loki
Kate nixes vote loki loki because she ALREADY DEALT WITH THAT. vote loki loki is trying SO HARD. c’mon kate. i know you LOVED trolling me on twitter. pick me!
“No, we’re taking the Kid.”
Nate tries to argue this point.
“We’re. Taking. The. KID.”
no one agrees with her
“Saying it slower doesn’t make it a reason.”
“Oh you want reasons? Reason one: i know this lil shit.” a secret handshake of sorts ensues.
“Reason two: I can manhandle him” Loki gets tossed over her shoulder. he is very unimpressed
(”he is easier to punt that way,” America points out. She currently has another Loki in a headlock.)
“Reason three: i know how he lies.”
“Reason four: we’re bros.”
These reasons impress NO ONE.
but it is how they wind up with a gaggle of lokis.
Kate and Kid!Loki are very mean to each other. i just want to point that out. but like a dipshit mean sibling energy. they make fun of each other’s ages all the time.
the vibe of the young avengers is “we WILL save the multiverse but we’re going to be as chaotic as possible while doing it”
#loki#loki show#kate bishop#hawkeye#young avengers#nate richards#kang the conqueror#kid!loki#billy kaplan#teddy altman#noh varr#the team constantly roasting nate for his history choices
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little moments. zuko x f!reader rotations bonus
HI UM!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 2K!!!!! i love each and every one of u with my WHOLE HEART!!!!
i was trying to think of something special to do that everyone would enjoy, so why not a good callback to the reason why most of us are here hehehe
when i wrote rotations, there were lots of avenues that i thought of taking after the fall of ba sing se! in the fic, (y/n) is arrested, and i posted a bonus already of how it would have ended if she had escaped with sokka and the rest of the gaang. HOWEVER, i did think of her taking azula up on her offer of going back to the fire nation and being there with zuko (insert side eye emoji)
so that’s what this is! a little rotations bonus to say thank you so much for sticking with me!!
She had contemplated it as she was in her room on the ship. Of running away and finding Sokka, Katara, and Toph. She would tell them that she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t strong enough.
But as she lie awake that night, she thought of everything Aang had sacrificed in order to ensure that they would have a better life. If he was truly gone, it would a disservice to their entire cause if she couldn’t risk something the way her beloved friend had.
The weight of what she had done settled into her stomach as soon as (Y/N) opened her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling of one of the guest bedrooms in the Earth King’s palace, needles dancing behind her eyes. For the first time in months, she was completely alone.
Azula had offered her immunity if she chose to join her. All would be forgiven if (Y/N) would just join them and return to her home, her real home. The mainland of the Fire Nation and the inner workings of palace life. It would be like nothing had changed. And (Y/N) had said yes.
It wasn’t as if she wanted to betray her friends. It was something that Sokka had discussed with her, in the event that she was captured.
A knock sounded against the heavy green door. (Y/N) sat up against the fluffy green pillows and called whoever it was in. Servants filtered in, carrying bundles of clothing, brushes, soaps, and dishes of water. One stopped at the foot of her bed. “The Princess has asked that you ready yourself to see her in the throne room.”
(Y/N) nodded silently and slipped out of the bed. The servants guided her to a chair in front of a vanity where they worked at her appearance.
Looking in the mirror was difficult. (Y/N) couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, as she was dressed in the traditional clothing of her nation, she kept her eyes cast downward and remained silent as the servants scrubbed the dirt from her nails and face and brushed the knots from her hair. It was as if, little by little, evidence of her time with Aang, Katara, Toph, and Sokka was being erased.
Sokka. She thought back to their conversation on the floor of their house in Ba Sing Se, shrouded in darkness as they whispered to each other. “Do what you can to keep yourself safe,” He had said quietly. “Pretend that you like them or something. When you can, meet back up with us and tell us about the Fire Lord’s plan.”
“I’m not leaving you guys,” She had scoffed, hoping that Sokka’s request of her was fake. Did he really expect her to leave her friends? The people who had become her family?
Sokka had turned over on his stomach to look at her. “You’re our best chance at gathering intel about the Fire Nation. They know you there, they trust you.”
“Not anymore,” She pointed out. Sokka shrugged.
“They have a soft spot for you. You’re one of our advantages, (Y/N). If given the opportunity, I need you to take it.”
She had turned over, staring straight into his sky blue eyes. She rested her chin on her palm. She wasn’t taking Sokka seriously, so she had humored him. “Fine,” She agreed. “If Azula wanders up to me and asks me to go back, I’ll play spy.”
Sokka’s face remained serious despite her joking tone. “I don’t want you to do this either,” He had told her. “If you get into any serious danger, just come back to m--us.”
(Y/N) had laughed. “Danger? In the Fire Nation? No way.”
In the present, (Y/N) dared to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was done in the traditional Fire Nation topknot, flowing freely down her back. She looked as she had over a year ago. Beloved daughter of the Fire Nation with a miserable glint in her eye. Was this who she had always been? She swallowed thickly to press down the tears.
She had learned to trust Sokka’s judgment overtime. It was a good plan. She was the only one that could do it. But it hadn’t been a day and she already couldn’t wait to be reunited with her friends. In the meantime, she would have to do her best to pretend that this was the life she wanted. One of cruelty and submission.
She had sat in the palace the night before, as Zuko and Azula fought Katara and Aang in the caverns below the city. She had watched Appa fly away, with no knowledge of how her friends had fared during the fight.
Once she was done getting ready, (Y/N) dismissed the servants. She walked quietly to the throne room, her head down. When she entered, Azula was sat in the Earth King’s throne, still wearing her Earth Kingdom disguise. Mai and Ty Lee were seated at the steps beneath her. The one person she was expecting to see was absent.
Ty Lee’s face lit up when she saw (Y/N), and as soon as she finished her bow, the young acrobat cartwheeled over to her and gave her a hug. (Y/N’s) first instinct was to stiffen, but she fought it and squeezed Ty Lee as hard as she could.
“It’s so good to have you back!” Ty Lee exclaimed, clasping (Y/N’s) cheeks between her hands. “I’ve never seen your aura look better!”
“That’s...great?” (Y/N) questioned, furrowing her brows. Her eyes drifted over to Mai, who picked her nails with the blades of her darts.
“Hey.” Was all she said. Well, that was alright. Mai and (Y/N) had never been very close.
“Good morning,” Azula drawled, a smile curling on her lips. (Y/N) was unsure if it was genuine or menacing. Both were to be expected when dealing with Azula. “I’ve talked to Father. He’s willing to fully pardon you for your crimes.”
“That’s--” (Y/N) swallowed. “That’s very generous of the Fire Lord.”
“Yes. I told him all about the poison the Avatar and his friends put into your head. Without guidance from me, you were easily influenced.” Azula adjusted her position in the throne, tucking her legs beneath herself. She looked like she belonged there. “Father and I both agreed that it would be best if I kept you close. You need support from your real friends.”
(Y/N) knew what this was, and Azula did too. It was not something from the kindness of the young princess’s heart. It was a way to control (Y/N), to make sure that she wouldn’t stray. A single misstep and it was likely that she would be six feet under. It was even more likely that Azula would put her there herself.
(Y/N) tried as hard as she could to smile gratefully. “Thank you, Azula. Please give your father my thanks.” The doors to the throne room opened then, revealing Zuko. He was dressed in a royal Fire Nation robe, but his green Earth Kingdom clothes still poked out from beneath the red fabric. (Y/N) liked to think that she had become very vigilant in her time running from the Fire Nation, so she noticed the way Mai’s face lit up just slightly at his appearance.
He looked over at (Y/N), his eyes widening in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak, then immediately shut it. She stared back at him, her eyes boring into his. While it may appear that she and Zuko were on the same side, she had no intention of forgiving him for turning on Iroh. For throwing away all the progress he had made in his time away from the Fire Nation. He was so close to becoming the version of himself that she always believed he could be and he had thrown it all away for trivial acceptance.
Zuko was the first to turn away and (Y/N) looked back to Ty Lee.
“Can you tell me about the boy you were traveling with?” Ty Lee questioned. “The one with the ponytail?”
“Yes, (Y/N),” Azula said. “Do tell us all about your time with the Avatar and his friends. I’d like to know what they’re planning.”
“His name is Sokka,” (Y/N) told Ty Lee, trying her hardest to not show any amount of affection in her voice. “And I don’t know what they’re planning. They never trusted me enough to share.” She stared straight into Azula’s golden eyes. Azula was a skilled liar, but (Y/N) had grown up with her. She had a lot more tricks up her sleeve than the princess would anticipate.
Azula narrowed her fine eyebrows. “That’s quite alright. I suppose we don’t have much to worry about, considering Zuko killed the Avatar.”
(Y/N) had to hold in her gasp or else she would be jeopardizing everything she was here for. There was no way Aang could be gone. He was the connection between the Spirit World and the Human World. Wouldn’t they be able to feel it?
She curled her hands into fists, her nails pressing crescent shaped marks into her skin. “You should be thanking him,” Said Azula. (Y/N’s) eyes slid across the room to Zuko. He stared at his sister, his own brow furrowed in confusion. “Go on. Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” (Y/N) said quietly to Zuko. She hated how silent he was being. If Aang was gone, then Zuko would now be dead to her. He had done something unforgivable. If he didn’t understand the weight of his actions now, then he never would.
“Our ship leaves tonight,” Azula announced, standing up and stretching her body. “We should be back home by morning. (Y/N), you’ll be staying in the palace with Zuzu and I, since your parents failed to protect you from the Avatar.”
“Thank you,” (Y/N) repeated, perhaps because her brain couldn’t think of anything else.
“Father also wants to have an audience with you,” Azula said as she skipped down the steps. She strode over to (Y/N), the same mischievous glint in her eye. “Something about loyalty.” Azula’s smile was menacing.
(Y/N) swallowed. She was in way over her head.
---
Their ship docked in the royal port, just below the palace. Guards escorted (Y/N) off of the ship, which was horribly embarrassing. Truly they couldn’t think of her as that big of a threat to require guards? Perhaps they had thought she might try to escape. She had contemplated it as she was in her room on the ship. Of running away and finding Sokka, Katara, and Toph. She would tell them that she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t strong enough.
But as she lie awake that night, she thought of everything Aang had sacrificed in order to ensure that they would have a better life. If he was truly gone, it would a disservice to their entire cause if she couldn’t risk something the way her beloved friend had. It was intimidating, being surrounded by those she had fought for so long, but (Y/N) was different now. She wasn’t the girl that they thought they knew. Her time with her friends had changed her for the better.
So, (Y/N) stepped off the ship and back onto the Fire Nation mainland with her chin held high, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. If she were to be believable, she had to exude confidence, even if she was scared out of her mind. Her confidence began to falter as the guards walked her past Zuko and Azula, past Mai and Ty Lee, and to the room that she remembered to be the Fire Lord’s throne room.
She had not set foot into this room since she was nine, when she had exhibited her firebending skills for Fire Lord Azulon. So much had changed since then. If she had thought Azulon was intimidating then, Ozai was something to be feared.
He sat on his throne, red flames shooting up in columns on either side. As soon as she was before him, the guards left, and (Y/N) fell into a bow. She absolutely despised groveling, but she knew it was what needed to be done in order to survive beneath the Fire Lord’s nose.
She tried her best to bring back all the information of Fire Nation etiquette that had gathered dust at the back of her mind. After a few moments of silence, she rose and sat on her knees, hands folded in her lap as she stared forward at Ozai. Her eyes were downcast, avoiding her gaze. (Y/N) tried her best to come across as shameful.
“You have grown since the last time you were in these halls,” The Fire Lord spoke. His voice was calm, too calm for someone who was talking to a traitor. (Y/N) inhaled a deep breath.
“My lord,” She said, her voice shaky from nerves. “I am so, so sorry for betraying our nation. I deserve to be thrown into prison and never let out.”
“Is that what you want?” Ozai questioned. “To be rotting in a cell?” (Y/N) curled her fingers into her dress and made a rash decision. She looked at the Fire Lord and stared directly into his amber eyes.
“I want to prove myself to the nation. And to you. I was a foolish girl. After Zuko’s banishment, I was heartbroken. I let my feelings get the better of me.” There was some truth to her lies. She wasn’t foolish, nor did she want to prove herself, but Zuko’s banishment had only been a catalyst for how she felt about the Fire Nation.
“I don’t give second chances.” (Y/N) felt a tugging at her heart. She couldn’t report to her friends from jail. Or if she was dead. “But perhaps you can redeem yourself after your punishment.” (Y/N’s) eyebrow quirked up curiously.
Ozai plucked a metal rod from his side and stood, walking down to meet her. (Y/N) knew what it was. Their words for ‘traitor’ were cast into iron at the end of the rod, which was already heating up from Ozai’s touch. The brand was given to those who had betrayed the nation, so that all would know of their treachery. They considered it to be a better option that rotting in jail or being executed.
(Y/N) gulped. She had never seen a branding performed, but she had heard the screams as Ursa had ushered her, Azula, and Zuko away from the palace when they were young. It was a practice that not even Azulon had instituted. It was purely of Ozai’s crafting.
“Your arm,” Ozai said, gesturing to her right arm. (Y/N) pulled up her sleeve. She could feel her body getting hot, the fight or flight instincts kicking in and begging her to run. As a native to the Fire Nation and a firebender, she was able to withstand a great amount of heat. Which meant that the poker needed to be thousands of degrees hotter than the average in order to brand her skin. “This is a punishment for your own actions,” Ozai sneered. “You brought this upon yourself.”
The hot poker pressed into the skin of her forearm and (Y/N) had to bite down as hard as she possibly could on her bottom lip to keep herself from shouting, but it was no use. The pain was unbearable, shooting up her arm and reverberating on every nerve within her body. She couldn’t control her shrill screams as they echoed in the massive hall. Hot tears streamed down her face as she watched what Ozai was doing to her. She should have escaped when she had the chance, should have told Sokka no, she couldn’t return to the Fire Nation. She had been a child then, she wouldn’t be safe from the horrors that Ozai inflicted on others.
He removed the iron from her skin and (Y/N) collapsed in on herself, her body shaking with sobs. She knew that showing weakness was even more dangerous now than ever before, but this was a treatment that was reserved for seasoned war criminals, not fifteen year old girls. She looked up at Ozai through cloudy eyes, barely able to see through her tears. “Thank you, my lord,” She said, her voice shaky and small because her throat was clouded with sobs.
“You are dismissed,” He said as he returned to his position on his throne, not bothering to look back at her. (Y/N) stood on wobbly legs and bowed once more before walking slowly out of the throne room. As soon as she was beyond its doors, she started running. She couldn’t even see where she was going, but her feet carried her to the only place she knew would help.
She sobbed heavily as she reached the turtle duck pond, dropping to her knees and shoving her arm into the cool water. The turtle ducks quacked and flapped away from her, but (Y/N) couldn’t care. She wanted Katara, whose healing powers would ease the burning pain shooting up and down her arm. She wanted to be held, to be reassured that everything would be alright. She cried, her tears dripping into the pond water. It probably wasn’t the most sanitary situation, but the coolness of the water helped ease her pain just slightly.
“(Y/N)?” Zuko’s voice sounded far away in her ears. “What happened?”
(Y/N) couldn’t bring herself to look any farther up than his boots. She felt so tired, but she couldn’t afford to pass out. She couldn’t let her guard down once while in this place. “Just go away,” She said meekly, the fingers on her other hand clawing into the soft grass.
“Father gave her her punishment,” Azula said from the other side of (Y/N). Having the both of them here was the absolute last thing she wanted. Azula pulled her arm from the pond and wrapped cool towels around her burn. (Y/N) hissed in pain, but she had to admit that it was better than the pond water. “If it makes you feel any better,” continued Azula nonchalantly. “You passed his test.”
“You knew about this?” Zuko demanded, his eyes wild with anger. Azula scoffed.
“Relax, Zuzu. It’s just a little burn.” Delirious, (Y/N) laughed bitterly. Her ragged breathing was starting to even out.
Zuko bent down at her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) shrugged it off and stood, refusing to look at him. She wiped the tears from her eyes and removed the towels from her arm. ‘Traitor’ was beginning to blister on her skin. It would be something that remained with her for the rest of her life.
She looked up at Azula. “Can you take me to my room?”
“You should probably go to the infirmary,” Zuko suggested.
“Zuko, I heard that Mai was looking for you,” Azula’s voice was laced with spite that stung both Zuko and (Y/N). Azula linked her arm with (Y/N’s) good one and led her back into the palace.
“Father said it was necessary for you to understand the damage you’ve done,” Azula said lowly to (Y/N). “You weren’t only a nuisance to me, you know. The whole Fire Nation was ashamed of you.” Azula giggled. She had a way of making jokes out of insults, but once she saw (Y/N’s) face, her own softened. “It will heal.”
“Will there be more tests to prove my willingness?” (Y/N) questioned. “If they’re worse than this, I don’t know if I’ll survive.”
“That’s all Father had planned for you.” (Y/N) noticed how Azula failed to mention if she had any tests for her. With a deep sigh, (Y/N) hoped that her friends were better off than she was.
---
A nurse had visited (Y/N’s) room to tend to her wound. The expression on her face had been a mixture of disgust and pity. (Y/N) hadn’t had the energy to leave her bed for a few days, which she recognized was putting her mission in jeopardy. She was supposed to be gathering information, not wallowing beneath the blankets.
After the nurse had dressed her bandages, (Y/N) decided it was best to finally roam about the palace. There was still a stinging sensation on her skin whenever it rubbed against the fabric of her dress, but she tried her best to ignore it as she walked through the halls of the Royal Palace, as well as memory lane. The place had become considerably more focused on Ozai rather than the greatness of the Fire Nation. Servants scampered about in fear, careful not to cross her path. She didn’t recognize anyone that she saw. (Y/N) used to know everyone by name. She guessed that they had either fled the palace or had been fired. Or worse.
Being there felt like being out of place in your own home. Thinking back on her past felt like looking into someone else’s life.
She paused at the tapestries of the Fire Lords, staring up at Ozai’s looming figure. He looked the most menacing, and perhaps that was because he was the most dangerous. There was only a month until the Day of the Black Sun, but that seemed like such a short amount of time to figure out how to defeat Ozai.
“It’s different,” Zuko said at her side, and (Y/N) jumped in surprise, clutching a hand to her heart. “Being back here after so long,” He elaborated.
(Y/N) hummed. If she were being honest, she avoided Zuko as much as she could. She felt as though she couldn’t stand to be around him. If she were alone with him for too long, she might end up beating him senseless.
“Why did you come back?” Zuko questioned. “I thought you were happy with them.”
“I guess we both don’t know each other as well as we thought,” (Y/N) said, keeping her voice as level as possible. She looked at Zuko, her face devoid of emotion. “I’m not here for you.”
Zuko frowned. “I didn’t think you were.”
“Good.” She turned to walk away, but Zuko grabbed her by the sleeve of her robes.
“If you’re here, why are you mad at me? You’ve forgiven everyone else.”
“You killed my friend,” She said quietly. “How could I ever forgive you for doing that?”
“That wasn’t--” Zuko huffed, lowering his voice. “I didn’t kill Aang. Azula used her lightning on him.”
(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“You would trust Azula over me?”
“You of all people should know that you can’t trust anyone here.” She crossed her arms over one another, wincing at the contact of her wound. “Why would Azula lie?”
“Azula always lies,” Zuko said, repeating the mantra they had created when they were kids. “Why would it matter to you what happened in the underground city? You left them. You betrayed them.” (Y/N) flinched.
“And you feel so confident after abandoning your uncle?” Zuko’s eyes sparked with anger. After all this time, at least she knew exactly what buttons to push. “I cared about them,” She said, choosing her words very carefully. “I spent months with them, it was impossible not to. If they had killed you, I would be feeling the same way.” (Y/N) swallowed. “But they wouldn’t have. They’re different from you and me.”
She left him then, her heart pounding against her chest. Part of her wished that she could reach out to Zuko, to make him see all the wrong that their nation was causing the world, but she knew it would be too dangerous. Zuko’s loyalties lay with his family and Mai now. He might have been (Y/N’s) once, but he was no longer.
---
“Are you really going to stay under that umbrella the whole time?” Ty Lee pouted, grabbing (Y/N) by the arm. “The whole point of going to the beach is to get some sun!”
(Y/N) poked her feet from beneath the umbrella, wiggling her toes in the warm sand. She pointed at them. “They’re getting sun.” Ty Lee sighed, retreating back to her towel on the beach, where dozens of boys were already waiting for her. (Y/N) adjusted on her own beach chair, wrapping her shawl tightly around her shoulders. The words etched into her arm would be a dead giveaway to the children of Fire Nation aristocracy that littered Ember Island. It would cause more trouble than it was worth.
“I’m surprised you’re not running into the water,” Mai said in her monotonous voice. “I thought you loved to swim.”
“Yeah, I’d just rather not draw attention to the ugly branding on my arm,” (Y/N) said offhandedly, digging into her beach bag for a pack of fire flakes. She offered some to Mai, who took a few and shook them into her palm. The girls ate together quietly.
“It’s better than getting sent to Boiling Rock,” Mai said and (Y/N) snorted.
“That’s what I keep telling myself, but it didn’t feel like it in the moment.” Mai’s dark eyes glanced at (Y/N’s) arm, ‘traitor’ slightly visible beneath the sheerness of her shawl.
“I didn’t think they were actually going to do it,” Mai admitted. “Azula begged her dad not to execute you.”
(Y/N) coughed from surprise and also from the heat of the fire flakes. “Well, I’m glad to hear I was saved from a worse fate.” Zuko returned then, taking a seat between Mai and (Y/N). He handed his girlfriend ice cream, which promptly fell on her lap.
She hadn’t been on Ember Island for many summers, but things rarely changed on the tourist destination. Her family used to have a house on the opposite side of the island. She wondered who occupied it now.
Azula squatted at (Y/N’s) other side. “We’ve been invited to a party,” She announced, a triumphant smile on her face. (Y/N) sighed.
“I don’t really think I’m up for a party,” She said, and Azula’s fingers wrapped around her arm, pressing into the healing skin.
“Please? You have to come!” Azula demanded, but her smile seemed genuine. (Y/N) coughed.
“Azula? My arm.” Azula lifted her hands immediately, giving her a look that was almost apologetic.
“You have to come,” Azula repeated. “I already told them to expect the five of us.”
So (Y/N) was forced to attend a Fire Nation party. If the children of these diplomats had annoyed her as kids, she couldn’t stand them as teenagers. (Y/N) kept to the wall, preferring to people watch and nibble on the stacked plate she had snagged from the food table. She had traded her shawl for a long-sleeved shirt that had been buried in the back of Lo and Li’s closet. It was definitely old fashioned, but (Y/N) didn’t really care.
As she watched, (Y/N) thought of how she had never actually been to a party. Growing up, there were certain obligations and expectations that she needed to uphold. Being betrothed to Zuko meant taking lessons and maintaining appearances. She had gone to an all girl’s school for a short amount of time before being pulled out of her lessons to be tutored at the palace. Really, her entire childhood had consisted of Zuko, Azula, and other adults.
“Hey, how’s it going?” One boy asked, walking up to her and leaning against the wall. (Y/N) jumped in surprise, nearly spilling her food. When did she get so jumpy? Perhaps it was a side effect of constantly being on edge.
“Uh, hi,” She said, unsure why this boy was talking to her. Is this what happened at parties? People just walked up to other people without formal introductions? She felt so lame.
“I’m Lee,” He said, and (Y/N) snorted, because the Fire Nation had a million Lee’s and Zuko had been one of them. Her eyes cut over to the prince, who stood brooding in a corner as he watched his girlfriend.
“Sorry,” (Y/N) apologized, turning back to the boy. “I have so many friends named Lee. I’m (Y/N).” She took a bite of a carrot to punctuate her sentence.
“Is this your first time on the island?” Lee asked, resting his back against the wall as she had. His eyes were a nice light brown, his hair black and shoulder-length and tied half up in the back. He was likely a whole foot taller than (Y/N).
She shook her head. “I used to come here all the time when I was a kid. But y’know, life gets in the way so I haven’t been back in a few years.”
“So where are you from?” He had a lot of questions.
“The mainland,” (Y/N) answered. She wanted to be honest, as keeping up lies tended to be difficult, but she didn’t want to tell him that she was currently living at the palace. “And you?”
“I’m from a smaller island off the coast of the mainland. My dad’s the mayor there.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” (Y/N) realized she had a hard time talking to boys that she didn’t know almost everything about. She set her empty plate in the trash can and extended her hand to him, watching carefully so that her sleeves would not roll up. “Do you want to dance?”
“Dance?” He questioned. (Y/N) smiled.
“There’s music and an empty floor. That implies dancing.”
“I don’t think--” She grabbed him by the hand anyway, leading him to the middle of the floor.
“My grandfather taught me this one,” She told him, and she started dancing. It was another lie. Aang had taught her the traditional Fire Nation dances from his childhood, one night while their group was camped by a river bank and feeling incredibly bored. She had had no idea that her culture had once had a history of anything other than war, but learning the dance moves had excited her.
“Like this?” Lee asked, repeating her movements. (Y/N) nodded her head excitedly.
“Exactly!” She looked around the room and locked eyes with Ty Lee, who was always willing to have a fun time. She gestured for her to join her and once Ty Lee ran to the middle, other boys started flocking to the center to dance with them.
For a while, (Y/N) forgot about her mission and the friends she had left behind. Later, this would make her sad. But for right now, she felt like a regular girl in the Fire Nation.
Lee had pulled her close and spun her around so fast that she had been practically thrown from the crowd of dancers, spinning around the room until she eventually bumped into someone. (Y/N) laughed out an apology as the person gripped her forearms to steady her balance. When she looked up, she stared straight at Zuko.
She had allowed herself to stare, for a few seconds. The last time they had been this close, he had been preparing for his Agni Kai. The pink and red skin of his scar might have been off-putting to some, but (Y/N) thought he looked as lovely as the first day she had met him. She wanted to reach her hand up and touch him, to feel the contrast between soft cheek and rough scar tissue, but as soon as she had that thought, she pushed it away.
“Sorry,” She repeated as she separated herself from Zuko. The mood was ruined. She remembered everything that he had done, everything that she had left behind, and soon she went back to her spot on the wall, watching as the others danced happily.
---
They had left the party, but really they had been thrown out. Zuko had been jealous of boys talking to Mai, so they had broken up, but then Zuko had started a fight? (Y/N) wasn’t necessarily sure what had happened. One moment she was moving back toward the snack table, the next Azula was pulling her out of the house by her collar.
They sat on the beach now, surrounding the fire that (Y/N) had started. She remained quiet as they listed their qualms with each other, and with the universe. Her eyes remained focused on the flames as she processed the information and thought of any way that Sokka might be able to use it against them. But then a pit settled in her stomach. These were personal things that they were sharing, and it didn’t seem right to expose them so viciously.
“You’re just going to be quiet?” Zuko demanded, his voice rough and laced with annoyance. Her eyes snapped toward him, a frown placing itself upon her features.
“We’re all sharing,” Ty Lee said gently from her right. “Even Azula shared something.” (Y/N’s) eyes cut to Azula, who looked at her expectantly.
“I think I’m alright.” She didn’t want to risk exposing herself. She wasn’t even sure what was safe to say. These were her childhood friends, but who knew what would happen if she revealed even a fraction of how she really felt.
“Do you think you’re too good for us?” Zuko questioned, staring down at her. His voice was hard, laced with attitude as it normally was, but he seemed curious. “You spend time with the Avatar and his buddies and now you’re stuck with second rate friends?”
“I chose to come back,” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at Zuko.
“It feels like you picked second best,” Azula said. (Y/N) locked eyes with her from across the fire. “We’re not idiots, we know you enjoyed your time with them. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have abandoned the life you had.”
“You all seem to forget that the life I had wasn’t the life that I wanted,” (Y/N) said, staring at each of the people that surrounded her. “I was sent away from the only home I had ever known, from the only people that I had ever known, to live in an Earth Kingdom colony. My father thought I was a disappointment and my mother hated everything I did, and the people that I thought cared about me left me behind without a second thought.” She paused, turning to Zuko. “Did any of you even think about me? Even bother to consider how I might have felt? You’re all so concerned with your own lives, you always have been. I was alone. I might have made mistakes, but that’s what happens when you’re desperate for someone to care about you.”
She firebended into the dying flames, causing them to shoot toward the sky.
“Why come back then?” Mai asked.
(Y/N) hesitated for a split second, but it was just long enough for Zuko to notice. “People fighting against the Fire Nation aren’t always eager to have someone from the Fire Nation with them.” She shrugged. “I just wanted to belong somewhere.”
Ty Lee scrambled over to her, wrapping her arms around (Y/N). “You belong with us!” (Y/N) insisted. “We never wanted to fight you. We would always feel so horrible about it after.”
(Y/N) gave her a light smile. “I would, too.” She risked casting a glance over at Azula, who refused to meet her eyes. (Y/N) couldn’t tell if she had messed everything up or if she was still in the clear.
They let the fire die eventually, and one by one, each of the teenagers began returning to the house, until (Y/N) was the last one left. She had moved further down the beach where the tide splashed against the sand. It was a warm summer night on Ember Island, and the water was just right. The only light surrounding her was the light of the full moon, which cast a lovely silver glow on everything.
“Hi, Yue,” She sighed, splashing her fingers into the water. “I wish there was a way that you could tell me they were okay.”
She heard shuffling from behind her and turned around, surprised to see Zuko walking toward her. She turned back, facing the water once more. “I’ll be back to the house in a few minutes, I just wanted to sit for a while.”
He sat in the sand, just a foot away from her. (Y/N) held in her sigh. Zuko was the last person she wanted sitting with her right now. She wanted to hate him for everything that he had done, but then she looked at him and all she wanted to do was talk to him. The inner conflict that he gave her was enough to put her in a sour mood for hours.
“I didn’t know where you were,” Zuko said quietly. (Y/N) turned to him and furrowed her brows. “No one would tell me.” His eyes met hers. “Or else I would have written.”
“Oh,” (Y/N) said, feeling her cheeks become hot. “It was years ago. It doesn’t really matter anymore.”
“If it didn’t matter to you, you wouldn’t have said it.” Sometimes it hit (Y/N) that just as she knew the inner workings of Zuko, her knew her as well. “I meant it, when I said that I thought of you every day.”
“I meant what I said too,” (Y/N) said quietly. “But things are different now. You’re Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, not Lee from the tea shop.”
“I’m still who I was in Ba Sing Se.” She shook her head.
“You think that, but we both know what being back here really means.” Being back in the Fire Nation meant Zuko had reverted back to who he once was, someone eager to please his father, no matter the cost.
Zuko was quiet, as if he didn’t know what to say. She was surprised with how calm he was being. Perhaps the full moon had an odd effect on everyone.
“Can I ask you something?” (Y/N) questioned, and Zuko nodded. “Was Azula really the one to kill Aang?”
He hesitated, but then he nodded. “He was in his Avatar State and she struck him with lightning.”
(Y/N) pushed back the tears that threatened to spill over. Even with Zuko, she couldn’t truly show herself. “Why’d she tell everyone it was you?”
“To get me in my father’s good graces.” He scoffed. “To save herself in case it didn’t work.”
“What do you mean?”
“When Katara and I were trapped in the caves, she told me that she had water from the Spirit World pool in the Northern Water Tribe.” Zuko shook his head. “I-I don’t know what could have happened, but there’s something telling me that no one really knows what happened to Aang.”
That gave (Y/N) all the hope that she needed. Aang was safe. He was alright.
“So, if Aang is alive and your father thinks you failed...” She did not want to finish her sentence. She met Zuko’s golden eyes once more. “After everything he’s done, why did you come back?”
“Same reason as you, I guess. I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere.”
She had never considered that Zuko had been feeling alone during his time with Iroh. She had been conflicted over her loyalties, but it had only lasted a few moments until she made the choice to join Team Avatar. She was confident that she was doing the right thing, but there was more at stake for Zuko.
“You didn’t swim today,” he said suddenly.
(Y/N) shrugged. “I didn’t want anyone to see my arm,” She said simply, but Zuko winced.
“I...I didn’t know he was going to do that. If I had, I would’ve--” (Y/N) shook her head to stop him.
“We both know firsthand what he’s capable of. I wouldn’t have wanted you to put yourself in a position like that.” She touched her arm, where beneath the fabric of her sleeve lay the raised marks of the brand that was still healing. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be laughing about it in a few years.”
Zuko glanced at the water, then back to (Y/N). “Do you want to go swimming?”
(Y/N) opened her mouth to protest, but Zuko didn’t seem to be having it. “You love swimming.” And it was true, she did love to swim. She had spent hours in the water during their trips to this island as children. Her mother had had to practically drag her from the beach.
(Y/N) stood and removed her top layer of clothes, revealing the bathing suit beneath. Without hesitating, she ran into the warm water, diving beneath the calm waves. When she resurfaced, Zuko was only a few paces away from her, the robe that he had been wearing left in a pile beside her own clothes on the beach.
“The water’s colder than I remember,” Zuko called out to her, just as she dove beneath the waves once more.
“It was definitely like this when we were young, we were just stubborn,” (Y/N) laughed. Zuko swam over to her. She stood on her toes as the water came to her shoulders, but it only reached Zuko’s chest. “Your hair is still dry,” She pointed out and Zuko rolled his eyes, plugging his nose and dipping beneath the surface for a few seconds. When he came back up, he was significantly closer to (Y/N) than he had been before.
“Is that better?” He asked, shaking out his hair so water droplets splashed on her face. She laughed and shoved him backward to get him to stop.
He staggered backwards and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her under with him. (Y/N) opened her eyes beneath the waves, feeling the familiar stinging sensation that had been a staple of her childhood. Zuko’s eyes were closed as he held his breath. He had never gotten used to opening his eyes underwater, it had seemed.
(Y/N) pulled them up toward the surface, both inhaling a sharp breath of air. As she went to settle on her feet, she bobbed beneath the waves. They had traveled much farther from the shore than she had expected.
Zuko reached out for her, wrapping his arm around her middle to keep her above the water. He could still stand, which (Y/N) hated. “The last time we swam here, I was taller than you,” (Y/N) said, staring up at him. He smiled down at her, the corner of his eyes crinkling. The skin of his scar tried to repeat the action of its counterpart, but it couldn’t quite do it.
(Y/N) couldn’t keep her eyes off of his scar. She knew it wasn’t entirely polite, but she was curious. He had left the Fire Nation before it had healed. When they encountered each other, she was never very close to him. Even at the party, she had only seen it up close for a few seconds.
“I’ve never seen it this close,” She told him, her voice as soft as the moonlight that surrounded them. Zuko’s cheeks flushed.
“It’s pretty bad, huh?” His eyes were trained on her, but she wasn’t noticing. She furrowed her brows and shook her head.
“I like it,” She said simply. It was Zuko’s turn to furrow his brows.
“You can’t be serious.” (Y/N) shrugged, lifting her right hand to touch his cheek like she had wanted to at the party. Zuko stiffened and nearly dropped her into the ocean. Her thumb, light as a feather, traced over the pink and red skin. Some areas felt smooth and silky, while others were rougher. She traced over the brow bone where his eyebrow had once been.
His eyes fell to her forearm, where his father’s punishment was still healing on her skin. He wrapped his fingers around her arm, lightly tracing the word with his own thumb.
“For the record,” He said, eyes still focused on her arm. “I don’t think you’re a traitor.”
A few moments passed before he looked up at her again. Her eyes were soft, sparkling in the reflection of the moonlight that bounced off of the water. The corners of her lips were turned upward in a soft smile. Her hand remained cupping the side of the face and Zuko sighed, leaning into her touch.
“You’re really beautiful,” She told him, stroking his scar once more. “I don’t think I ever told you that.” Her heart was beating so hard against her chest. This was the stupid power that Zuko had over her. She had been so mad at him just a few hours ago, but if she allowed it, he wormed his way back into her heart.
Zuko’s eyes widened in surprise at her statement. He parted his lips to say something, but no words would come to mind. She dizzied him, jumbled his thoughts until he was a mess of unspoken words and dumbfounded faces.
It was slow as it happened, thoughtful. He rested his forehead against hers, their noses just barely touching as he stared at her through half-lidded eyes. He would give her time. If she wanted to pull away, she would.
She didn’t. Her other hand took its place on his bicep, fingers curling gently into his skin. Her lips parted, her lashes batting upward as she stared into his amber eyes. Zuko was all that she could see and feel. Her heart continued to pound against her chest. If he wanted to do something, he would.
Zuko’s eyes fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss. They were softer than he had ever imagined. The little gasp she let out made him pull her closer. He didn’t want any space between them. His hand left its place at her arm and traveled up to where she caressed his cheek, wrapping his fingers around her palm.
(Y/N’s) eyes had remained open for a split second before she closed them, pressing into Zuko as she kissed back. She was completely thoughtless. Everything else in the world was absent as she melted into him, the hand at his arm moving to the back of his neck to pull him toward her even more. She had thought of this moment many times, but nothing could compare to the warmth that encompassed her heart as she kissed Zuko.
When they pulled apart for air, it was as if (Y/N) had been pulled back into the real world. She stared at Zuko, her eyes wide as she realized what they had just done.
“Mai,” They said at the same time, horrified looks reaching both of their faces. (Y/N) hated herself. She had gotten caught up in the moment and taken something that didn’t belong to her. (Y/N) scrambled out of Zuko’s arms.
“We don’t speak of this ever again,” She told him, her voice stern. Zuko nodded silently. “This was a mistake. That’s all it was.” With that, she dove into the waves, swimming as fast as she could back to the shore.
---
She avoided Zuko during the rest of their time at Ember Island, and once they had returned to the palace as well. If they ended up in the same corridor, one of them would turn around and walk back from where they had come from. It made (Y/N’s) heart ache, but she knew it was for the best. She felt horrible for doing something like that to Mai. She didn’t know what had become of her, and now she didn’t trust herself to be around Zuko at all.
So, she focused on her mission. Every little snippet that she heard walking through the hallways would be recorded on a scroll, which would then be kept on her person at all times. She had witnessed on more than one occassion Azula leaving her room and looking particularly pleased with herself. (Y/N) would never leave anything incriminating lying around.
Still, she needed to figure out how to get a message to Sokka. The palace had messenger hawks, but she needed to know where to send one and she had absolutely no idea where her friends were. The Day of the Black Sun was the next day. To (Y/N), it seemed as though her best bet would be to leave the mainland quickly and rendezvous with one of the groups they had recruited for the invasion. If she could steal one of the palace’s boats, she could row herself to one of the islands off the coast and either find someone she knew or find someone who knew how to get a message out.
Guards were not posted outside of her doors during the day, so (Y/N) made a hasty knapsack from one of her robes and began shoving a few belongings in it. Bread she had sneaked from the kitchens, a piece of parchment and a pen, and a map all fit securely inside. She was packing it once more when her door opened suddenly and she yelped, scrambling to cover her belongings with her bedsheets.
“I need to tell you something,” Zuko said as he shut the door behind her. (Y/N) felt her face heat up.
“You can’t be in here!” She hissed, reaching forward to shove Zuko out of her room. The last thing she needed was Azula seeing them alone together. She would undoubtedly tell Mai, which would cause more problems than (Y/N) needed on her last day in the Fire Nation.
“Just wait a second!” Zuko demanded, keeping his voice low. “I just got out of one of my father’s war meetings. They’re planning to burn down the towns of those who haven’t surrendered yet.”
(Y/N) halted her movements of trying to get him out of her room. She eyed him warily. “What does that have to do with me?”
“I know you’ve been working with the Avatar.” (Y/N’s) body stiffened, but she rolled her eyes.
“This again. Zuko, I already told you--”
“You don’t have to lie to me anymore. I know that’s the real reason you’re here is to get information for your friends. I can’t let my father or Azula do this. I want to help you.”
(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “How do you know?”
“I know you wouldn’t come back unless you had a really good reason. As soon as I heard you say that they were suspicious of you, I knew that was a lie. I saw how you guys were with each other. They care about you.”
(Y/N) swallowed. In a whisper, she said, “I’m leaving tonight. I can tell them about this before--”
“The invasion,” Zuko finished. “My father and Azula know about that, too.”
(Y/N) felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Everything that they had been working so hard for would be for nothing. She had to get to her friends and let them know they had been exposed. “I need to leave now.” She moved to go back to her knapsack, but Zuko grabbed her by the arm.
“They’re suspicious of you, too. If they catch you, it’ll be much worse than a burn.”
“I can’t just stay here and watch my friends fail!”
“I have a plan,” Zuko assured her. “You just have to trust me.”
(Y/N) eyed him. His hand still held her arm. Zuko stared up at her. She had never seen him look so sincere. With a deep breath, she nodded.
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clandestine meetings and longing stares
juke secret dating au | title: illicit affairs // taylor swift | a middle of the night scribble
When twelve year old Julie Molina got a stern talk from her father that she wasn't allowed to date until college, the tween had no qualms with it. The only boy she's ever liked had been Sokka from Avatar and that was it. Real boys didn't interest her.
Until she turned sixteen and caught sight of Luke Patterson.
In the years between, she had small crushes here and there. Lance, Nick, Noah. None, however, competed with storm that erupted in her stomach each time Luke smiled at her - her heart in a constant frenzy.
It was the beginning of junior year when he randomly sat next to her in music class and brought out all the bravado. It shouldn't have been cute. Julie should've rolled her eyes, dismissed his cute smirk, but she simply couldn't. The shimmering green of his eyes and the nice laugh was too alluring, too attractive. Soon enough, Julie was crushing on him hard. Which was fortunate, since he very much liked her as well, something he never hid from her.
("Watch out, Julie," he joked during one of their first conversations. "The charm is gonna make you get a crush on me!")
Luke kissed her two weeks after, chastely and secretly under the bleachers. Her infatuated mind forgot in that moment how she wasn't even allowed to look at a guy and eagerly kissed him back. It had been her first kiss and wow - what a perfect one at that.
A beat later, she realised her mistake and told him about her dad's stupid rule. His face had crashed for all of ten seconds when a mischievous grin crawled on his lips (an expression that would get her into serious trouble one day) and said: "Why tell him?"
Had it been any other boy, she would've shaken her head and regret kissing him. But this was Luke. She really liked Luke. The idea of not being with him, of not seeing where this could go, was a greater fear than her father's disappointment. In response, she snatched him back into a kiss he all too hungrily went along with.
Rule #1: Don't date! Broken, busted, thrown out the window with a smile.
It started off easy. At school, no one had to worry. She sat with him at lunch and let herself be coaxed under the bleachers and snuggled into his embrace at the end of the day. On the parking lot, she could pretend she was simply saying goodbye to her boyfriend and not going home to lie in her dad's face about why she was so overly chipper all of a sudden.
(Luke made her so ridiculously happy it was unfair. Each time he surprised her with a hug, her feet lifted from the ground; each time they kissed, his thumbs grazed her cheeks like she was a precious gem; each time she came up with a clever lyric, he gave her the toothiest grin and called her all the cute nicknames he could think of. Boss, baby, babe, Lyric Queen.)
God, she was complete mush for this boy. Sometimes she wondered if she was doing enough, not quite matching his overt display of affection, but she knew she must be doing something right if he never stopped smiling when she talked. That his eyes held a certain softness, timidness, reserved for her only.
They outgrew school quickly. Both wanted to go on dates without raising suspicion, Luke wanted to come over and just be with her without causing havoc.
"Why does the rule exist anyway?", he asked at the end of a cool December day.
Julie toyed with the lapels of his red shacket. "It's dumb. I mean, I get it, but it's dumb." Sighing, she explained his reasoning. "He wants me to fully focus on school so that I can get into a good college. Once I secured that, then I'm allowed to have fun."
Luke frowned. "I- I guess I kind of get it."
Her eyes rolled teasingly. "You don't even want to go to college."
"Correction: I wanna go to frat parties and have the college experience-"
"Without the classes part," she deadpanned. His face fell flat, a giggle of her own following.
His frown returned, a look she hated seeing. "You don't think he'll… I don't know, let go of that rule when he sees we're good?" His calloused hands slipped from her waist to softly cradle her face. Julie sighed, leaning into the touch. Resisting Luke and everything he did was hard. A smile twitched on his lips. "Would be pretty dope to come through the front door and kiss my girlfriend."
Her heart clenched at his confession. It would be amazing, but it sounded so unbelievable that it could easily be taken as a joke. Dad would go absolutely insane if she pulled something like that. Hey dad! Don't mind me as I jump into the arms of my boyfriend and he kisses me like a heartthrob from the movies!
She should've known Luke would try something. His impulsivity was an admirable trait, she found, though the pebbles hitting her window past midnight have her such a fright that she cursed for a beat how one track minded he could be. Until she caught sight of him. Eyes twinkling in the moonlight, a wide smile, his casual stance. He pointed at her and she nodded, grabbing her phone to text him there was a ladder by the garage.
Quiet like a ghost and quick like a fox, Luke snuck into her room, feet falling onto the floor with a soft thud.
Butterflies raged in her stomach. Her secret boyfriend was here, in her room, right now, with her father sleeping just down the hall.
"What're you doing here?", she whispered, already breathless from having him near.
His nose scrunched up. "Trying to be romantic. Should I have called you first?"
She shook her head. "It's fine. Maybe next time. It's-" Her arms slung around his shoulders, heart hammering a mile a minute. Her pyjamas were nothing special, an oversized pullover and sweatshorts, but it felt oddly intimate to be so cozy together. His own faded t-shirt was from a zoo in Oregon and his sweatpants softer than any of the ones she owned. Julie almost asked to borrow them, if it wasn't for his lips to swallow the words with a warm kiss.
Her fingers slipped into his hair. Yeah. This was better than talking.
It soon became routine. Every other week, Luke would text her a moon emoji and then climb into her room around midnight. They'd kiss and cuddle, Luke often leaving by five am and then making a whole show at school as if he hadn't seen her. Julie thought it was cute. If she could, she'd return the favour and go to his place, but Luke assured her she did not want that and, consequently, her father would just know. Unfortunately, she didn't have Luke's agility like some parkour champ.
"Trust me, Jules, I don't mind," he told her at lunch while stealing a cherry tomato. "I like sneaking in."
Alex shot him a look. "You like feeling like the main character of a movie, that's what."
"You brainwashed me with romcoms, so it's your fault, dude,' Luke retorted, grinning when the blonde flipped him off.
They got cocky though. Julie knew her dad would be gone during the day for a photography gig in Santa Monica, all the way on the other side of Los Angeles. It was the perfect excuse to get Luke over. Excited, Julie opened the front door for him with a flourish and did a silly courtesy.
"Your first time using my door," she teased. "Must feel special."
His cocky nod made her roll her eyes. "Super special," he replied gravely, playing along. "She's been begging for me."
Her expression turned sour. "I haven't been begging for you."
His smirk widened, tugging on a curl as he slipped past her. "Was I talking about you?"
He didn't, but he did start making out with her the second they were in the safety of her bedroom, so she knew there wasn't much competition.
That afternoon, they successfully avoided her dad's wrath and felt arrogantly confident about it. It made them daring. Pushing the limits, how far could they go, how blatant could they be before he knew? It was almost a game, the thrill part of the insane attraction she felt each time he snuck in.
His strong arms were wrapped around her as she straddled his waist, kissing him. Every touch was languid and intentional, a searing passion that rippled her skin and left her mind empty. Kissing Luke always put her in a dreamy, blissful haze. Her fingers clawed at his shirt and he shrugged it off in one fluid motion, pulling her back in. His skin was warm, hers to explore. Julie grinned into the kiss. His fingers toyed with the hem of her top.
"Julie?"
They froze. Her dad. Other side of the door. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. As quietly as possible, the girl hoisted herself from his lap and motioned at her closet.
"Julie?" The door handle began to shake.
Her voice squeaked. "Just a second!" Luke tiptoes into her closet, Julie kicking his shirt under her bed as she ran to the door. Her flushed cheeks would be a dead giveaway had her father ever doubt her trust. Fortunately, Julie Molina was in the eyes of her family a perfect good girl.
(The guy hiding in her closet would whisper something else in her ear.)
"Why is your door locked?" Dad frowned. "You never lock your door."
Julie shrugged, innocence leaking from her tone. "I can't have some privacy?"
"Of course, Julie," he said, though his lips were pressed into a thin smile. This clearly wasn't the last time they'd talk about it. "I'm going to the store. Do you need something?"
"No, thanks," she rushed. "Anything else?"
"Uh, no. Don't lock yourself in, hm?" It was said as a joke, his brows lifted, but both she and her father knew he meant it. No more locking doors. Shit.
When the front door fell shut and the car rumbled into the street, Luke reappeared with a careful smile.
Julie sighed. "That… was close. Maybe we should stop hanging out right after school. I didn't even hear him coming up the stairs."
"Damn, Jules!” Peppering two kisses on her forehead, it did little to relief her stress. “Now that's an ego booster."
"I'm serious!" She huffed. "I hate this. I hate the rule and I hate that I'm making you put up with it."
"Hey, hey," he soothed. "It's shitty, yeah, but you're not making me do anything." Nodding at her lips, he added: "Your smile is already…"
The smile bloomed on its own accord when he trailed off, edging closer. "What?"
That little shake of his head almost made her kiss him, but she wanted to know what he was going to say, why his lips were parted in that wonderstruck expression. When nothing came, a curious hum rumbled in her throat as she placed her chin on his chest.
He relented, tapping a finger against her cheek. “Your smile is already making me do dumb stuff.”
Oh, God. If he was going to continue saying things like that, she might actually fall in love with him. Back when Julie and Flynn were still obsessed with those relationship quizzes in magazines, she always claimed she’d like guys that weren’t so smooth with their words. She thought it meant they were players. But Luke never half-assed anything.
Her head tilted, amused. “Do you always have words ready?”
“Zero words, Jules,” he quipped. “Ever.”
Yeah, she might actually love him.
Public dates became a thing after that conversation. She simply couldn’t let him get away because of some rule, even if he claimed he wouldn’t. Eats & Beats was a cute, little café in the heart of Los Feliz with live music and amazing lattes; it was also their regular spot. They’d settle themselves into a booth, share a baked good (“If we’re trying the carrot cake now, we’re doing the pastel de nata next week.” “Deal.”) and talk for hours. Sometimes, when either was tinkering on a song, they’d work on it together.
One leg overlapped his, his fingers drawing pictures on her knee. The booth with the suede red couches and the scratching of a star in the wood was their safe haven.
“Mh, no,” she swallowed the piece of muffin. “That’s such an ugly word, don’t use that.”
He grinned, shoulders nudging as a tease. “Drencher not doing it for you?”
A laugh bubbled up, kissing his cheek. “Just use ‘rain’, you dork!”
“Dork?”, he mocked, getting in her face.
“Yeah.” Her nose brushed his. “Dork.”
“You are a dork.”
“That’s the best you’ve got, Patterson?”
Luke smirked, eyes flicking across her frame. “Want me to show you my best, Molina?”
She pushed his face away, a blush creeping up her cheekbones. They haven’t done it yet, but whenever he got like this, she felt her entire skin heat up at the mere idea. A part of her wanted to take that step, but she felt bad doing it if her dad or tía didn’t know. Knowing that they wouldn’t support her for as long as the rule existed, made her settle with that heat for a little longer. Her leg slipped from his and turned back to his songbook.
“So-”
“Julie?”
The couple looked up, once more paralysed as her dad’s familiar voice called her name. Why was he literally everywhere?! His tall figure stood in front of their booth, his hat shrouding the grimace on his face as his scrutinising eyes flitted between them. Oh, God. Did he know? Did he see? How much did he see? Did he see Luke checking her out? Mortification didn’t even come close to what she felt.
“Dad!” Her pressed smile hopefully looked relaxed to him. Her dad had moments of obliviousness; she might be able to save this. “What- hi, I didn’t know you had a booking here.”
His suspicion didn’t waver. “Yeah, honey, for the Rodriguez’ - I told you last night. Was just getting, ah, coffee.” He nodded at Luke. “Who’s this?”
My boyfriend. The one I’m falling for. The boy I’ve been hiding for months. “This is Luke, he’s one of my classmates.” The way his arm tensed at the label made her ache, but she had to truck on. “We’re working on a song.”
If he didn’t believe her, she just hurt her boyfriend for no reason. It did the trick though. Her father’s face mellowed, noticing the scribbles in the tattered book. “You’re working on a song?”
“Yeah. It’s really getting along.” Her finger tapped against his thigh. “Right, Luke?”
He perked up, a cough following as he straightened his attitude. This really was not the way she wanted them to meet. “Uh, yeah.” His hand stuck out. “Hi, mister Molina.”
Dad shook it with a smile, fully relaxed now. “Ray. Nice to meet you.” The barista called out his name. “See you at home, Julie. Don’t stay out long, yeah?”
Her smile twitched and crashed the second he turned around, grabbed his coffee and closed the glass door. She groaned, dropping her head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
“I gotta be honest,” he whispered. “That hurt.”
“I’m sorry.”
Luke sighed. “I was okay being a secret before, but…”
She coaxed his jaw, needing him to look at her. “It’ll hurt more if I tell him and forces me to break up with you.”
For a moment, silence sunk onto the table, wedging itself like thick smoke between her and Luke. He seemed pensive, the green of his eyes peering. Suddenly, they lit up. “But wait, aren’t you getting your results? Early admission?”
She sagged in her seat, pouting. “If UCLA wants me.”
“They will,” he smiled. His arms wrapped around her. “Of course, they will. And if you get in, he can’t be mad that you’re dating me, right?”
Hope tinged her chest. She hasn’t considered that. She’s been so focused on Luke and trying to keep it hidden, that everything college-related went over her head. The letters and essays and interviews happened before she and Luke got serious, so with her being on that pink cloud ever since, school stress has been locked away. Why bother mulling over UCLA when she could be having fun with Luke?
If she locked in UCLA… then Luke might be right. And if not UCLA, then she’d hear of USC and NYU next year. (If they were even still together by the time those letters got in the mail.)
“You might’ve found the loophole,” she teased, hoping to lift the tension. And then she uttered out her biggest fear: “But if you haven’t… will you stay?”
His kiss answered her, soft and sweet and with a hint of blueberry muffin. A grin bloomed on her lips, burrowing her face in his shoulder. She felt it. That overflowing, unbridled adoration overwhelming her all at once. Julie loved him. It was April fourteenth and it only took her six months but Julie loved Luke. They stayed in the booth until they had to go home.
Her phone was mocking her. Luke and her were in her car, stagnant, as both stared at the white screen. Every few minutes, she refreshed it, yet no email came. Gah! Couldn’t colleges just send the email when they said they would? What was taking so long? Did that mean she didn’t get in? Was this a bad sign? It helped having Luke there, easing the rising stress that clenched her ribcage, but she wouldn’t be fully okay until that freaking email come through.
As if sensing her thoughts, he drummed against the dashboard. “It’s gonna be cool. You look great in blue and gold, you gotta get in.”
She giggled, nerves lacing her tone. “Imagine if that’s how you got in. You’d get into USC then.”
“Are you saying I look hot in red?”, he teased.
“You know you- oh my God!” She lurched for her phone as a new email pinged in, heartbeat stuttering in her ears. Frozen, her thumb hovered over the fated email. This would change everything - for better or for worse. She knew she should focus on the fact that it would determine where she’d go to college, but all she could think about was Luke, Luke, Luke. Was it selfish to care more about junior prom then UCLA? At this very moment, she thought it was completely justified.
She shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t do it. You open it.”
His brows raised. “You sure?”
“Yeah-” She stuffed the phone in his hand and put her trembling ones on her lap. “-do it for me.”
Luke took a deep breath. Julie shut her eyes. Please. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please accept her. Please let her be with Luke.
Ten seconds passed. His voice gave nothing away. “Julie?”
“Just rip the band-aid off,” she choked out.
A familiar, calloused hand softly grabbed hers. Her eyes cracked open. Luke had the biggest smile on his face and it made her heart pop out of her chest. She bit down on her lip, fighting off a grin. “Don’t play with me.”
“I’m not,” he sang, reaching across the console to show her phone. You got accepted! blinked in bold, black letters. “You’re UCLA bound, baby!”
Euphoria burst out. Julie squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss. She got in! She fucking got into college! A great one at that! Another Molina was going for gold!
And it might even get her to date Luke without secrecy. God, she hoped this was enough. She wanted to do everything with him. All the time, the entire time. Flynn has called them clingy, but Julie just wanted to get rid of the anxiety of her dad finding out. To finally relax and be fully with him.
Her head tilted, bashful. “Is it crazy to say that I might be in love with you?”
He dropped her phone in the cupholder and peppered another kiss on her mouth. “No. That’s good.” His thumb traced her bottom lip, eyes glittering with adoration. “Cause I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too.”
She pecked his thumb, giddy. “Fuck it. Let’s tell my dad right now. About UCLA and you.”
He smiled. “You sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
Storming inside the house, the couple made a beeline to her dad’s office, his hand in hers.
“Dad!”, she called out, door slamming open. Her startled father perked up in his seat, his wide eyes going from Julie to Luke right behind her. “I got into UCLA!”
Ray sprung up, cheering. “Mija-!”
“And I’m dating Luke!”, she yelled after. “And that’s okay, cause I got in, so you don’t have to worry about the rule anymore! So... ” She put her foot down, awkwardness creeping in her tone. “Yeah!”
Flabbergasted, dad faltered and let the cheers die in his throat. Luke came to stand next to her, squeezing her hand. Slowly, he nodded. “Ah… so that time in Eats & Beats-”
“A date,” she admitted. “And I’m sorry I went behind your back, papa, but I… really care about Luke. And we figured that if I got in, you’d stop enforcing the dating rule.”
His grap became even tighter. “I, uh, really care about her too,” Luke mustered. “Sorry that we kept it a secret.”
Ray sighed, propping his head in his hands and scrubbing the confusion away with his palms. The pair shot each other a look. He wasn’t mad, she deduced, so that was a good sign at least. Finally, dad moved again and gave her a tight hug. Her confidence grew, hugging him back and withholding a cry of victory.
He pulled back, crossing his arms with a hint of amusement. “Well… the rule clearly didn’t work, but you seem happy and you- you did actually get in, right?”
She laughed, nodding, and showed the confirmation email. His smile grew. “Then I guess,” he trailed, “you’re allowed. To date. But no funny business!”
Julie quickly nodded, grabbing back onto Luke’s arm and jostling him in excitement. Luke bounced on his heels, trying to temper it but failing miserably. She thanked her dad, promised him they’d celebrate her acceptance later tonight and rushed back out with Luke. Dad yelled something about establishing new rules, but both gleefully ignored it. Once in her bedroom, he snatched her into a tight embrace, kissing her full on the lips. Julie whooped against his mouth and danced between his arms. This might be the best day of her life! Luke was her real real real boyfriend!
“You heard your dad, Jules,” he teased. “No funny business.”
She pouted, faux-peeved. “You won’t get to climb through my window again.”
“Won’t have to hide in cars anymore.”
“Won’t have to say you’re just my classmate.”
Luke dragged them onto her bed, laying side by side. “I can take you to junior prom.”
She kissed him with a giggle. “You’re taking me to prom?”
“Hell yeah, I am!”, he bellowed, drumming his fingers against her hips. “Let your dad take pictures of us and everything.”
She scrunched her nose. “Let’s maybe not push him just yet.”
“Yeah,” he exhaled, humming in agreement. “You’re probably right.”
Luke did that her to junior prom, to homecoming, to senior prom, called her hot in blue and gold and vetoed no when she begged him for a bright, blue velour couch for their first apartment. When someone asked her father what it was like, seeing his daughter find the one at sixteen, he had to admit with embarrassment red on his cheeks that it all flew under his radar.
That it all started with sneaky bleacher kisses and a hopeful heart.
@blush-and-books @ourstarscollided @sophiphi @bluefirewrites @willexx @unsaid-emily
#can you tell i'm not american? because i can lol sorry for any inaccuracies regarding school#juke#jatp fanfiction#julie and the phantoms#otp: i think we make each other better
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Relationship with WAYV
➣ KUN ☾ karia
if it wasn’t for dotae potentially coming to kill him, he would steal aria into wayv
he’s the cool dad?
they can’t spend a lot of time together because none of their schedules match up, but aria takes every third or so weekend out to come have dinner in the wayv dorms
she’s surprisingly close to the china line, and its a combination of ten dragging her to his dorm for an entire month and them just kinda adopting her when they realized she was a foreigner as well
yuta can fight them, she’s one of them now
he doesn’t like to baby her a lot, and she really appreciates the break from being the “maknae” so to speak
however does that stop him from giving her the forehead kithes? no
aria sad? forehead kith
aria mad? forehead kith
aria smad? forehead kith + kuddles (kun cuddles)
he has sent her a passive agressive text when he found out that she wasn’t eating enough again and had almost passed out
but he finished it with a heart so its ok
if she isn’t smiling at all times, someone will die
aria feels like she can trust him with a lot; that no matter what she tells him, he’ll never out her or make fun of her
kun actually took a two-week online course to learn how to make traditional japanese dishes when aria mentioned missing her parents
he originally was going to learn how to make irish dishes, but he changed his mind after seeing what they were
“im not giving my kids boiled cabbage and mashed potatoes what kind of post world war-”
wants to give her a chinese name but hasn’t yet because he hasn’t found the one that fits her right and he wants it to be perfect
aria teaches him japanese phrases in exchange for him teaching her a little bit of mandarin
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
aria saw kun’s back as she entered the practice room, the man standing with three other members in the centre of the floor before the choreographer came in to start their practice. coming up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, peeking her head around from where she was. “hi!” she smiled brightly.
“hi,” ten chuckled, showing her the camera that had just filmed all of that.
➣ TEN ☾ tenaria
Whipped(TM)
so so gone for her its upsetting actually
yangyang and aria share the position of his baby
except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop
ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria
he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right...(눈_눈)”
such an enabler for her bad ideas
aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream
pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day
when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket
its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost
he just wants to hold her hand
yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault
ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby
“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ノಥ益ಥ)ノ”
if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor
hugs n kithes all around
only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing
anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby
sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her.
➣ WINWIN ☾ winria
a love hate relationship at its finest
they don’t actually hate each other it’s just really funny to pretend that they do (especially because yuta complains that 2 of his favourite people aren’t getting along)
winwin is so savage towards aria but it’s ok she claps back twice as hard
at first, before czennies had seen enough of their dynamic they thought that they actually did hate each other
but that’s not true they just don’t know how to express, affection, without brutally insulting the other with a loving tone
they are, surprisingly, the most stable pairing in 127 - they have a dynamic and rarely stray from that, which is a good comfort for the fans
despite what they might say to each other, they don’t mean any of it - and winwin has been seen several times raising his eyebrows with a questioning look at aria to make sure she wasn’t taking any of his playful jabs to heart
oh god the flexibility
the entirety of nct is terrified of them
the day sm gives them a circus act is the day that kun and taeyong have a heart attack
quietly supportive of each other - catch aria “playing” with a water bottle and not getting up to get it when it conveniently rolls across the floor and into winwin’s leg
he makes sure to save some new chinese sweets whenever the wayv members get packages from their familes, and sneak it into aria’s room before the managers can catch her breaking her diet
not really physically affectionate with each other, which played into czennies idea that they didn’t like each other but aria cleared it up in a vlive
“winwinnie and I, well. we don’t hug a lot because i know he doesn’t like it as much as i might, so i try to show him i care with other things :)”
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
winwin and aria going in to each other on knowing brothers, to the point where the mc’s had their eyes popping out of their head and waved about to stop the segment before aria could start attacking winwin’s cooking methods-
nothing is off limits when it comes to them
➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei
besties
please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(
bear hugs
he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up
complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball
someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll
singular braincell energy
don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart
so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it
she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour
so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day
lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back
nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria”
and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her
lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys
he’s so proud of her
and she’s so proud of him
they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together
sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit.
“luc-LUCAS?”
“you had to move :)”
➣ XIAOJUN ☾ arijun
honestly these two aren’t super close, just because their schedules never matched up until the NCT 2020 promotions
even when aria was dragged to the wayv dorms, xiaojun kept his distance from her because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable
even so, when they were filming Make A Wish together, they seemed comfortable enough around each other
there was a mutual agreement to not try fill the silence with awkward small talk, so they sat in silence when left alone together
they’re both shy :( someone needs to get them to talk to each other :(
even so, aria was all supportive smiles and thumbs-up when she saw him getting nervous before their first public stage as the unit
he was a little intimidated of her at first, but also really curious about how she was holding her own against the other members
not only physically, but her vibes are tiny let the man be concerned ok
his first impression of aria was just: small quiet? she was sitting apart from the other boys in the practice room, and he almost wanted to go over and ask her if she was ok; before she was approached by donghyuck and her face broke into a bright smile
aria’s first impression of xiaojun was: eyebrows he was really handsome? at first, she thought he was in the wrong room, seeing as the SM modeling auditions were happening in the next room down
any arijun shippers are starved of content im so sorry guys
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
currently still up for debate between the fandom :(
➣ HENDERY ☾ aridery
ah these two
you might as well sign a waiver if you decide to do anything with them, because they can and will get you killed
kun can testify
ten’s the enabler but hendery is the do-er
super giggly around each other, for no reason at all
hendery could pick up and throw a basketball and suddenly aria’s on the floor in literal stitches
have a secret code
no seriously
they don’t text in words, they just send various reaction memes and a colourful variety of emojis to convey emotions and scenarios
it’s become quite a beautiful language actually
got some nice proverbs in there
they’re like, cousins but the ones you only see at family reunions but get so hype to see them
that energy
asides from the chaotic, murderous vibes they possess as a duo
hendery knows what it’s like to miss home, to miss your parents, etc etc
and so he tries to make aria feel as home as possible - especially with wayv, because they’re all foreigners who know how she feels
whenever he gets packages from his parents who have sent things over, he always makes sure to keep some of the small treats/sweets back for aria
1. because he knows she’ll appreciate the thought and she gives good hugs
2. because he knows she’s on a diet constantly and never allowed eat these things when she’s in the dorms with managers around
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
filming the Resonance “Wish” event, aria was put in a skimpy minimalistic mock-suit to differentiate from the others’ clothes. unfortunately, that left aria with a little too much shoulder and chest on display than she would like, and she was noticeably uncomfortable with her clothes, constantly pulling it up and even going so far as to just hold it with her hands.
hendery saw this, and knew he was finished filming his segment for the time being, so he pulled off his own jacket and tossed it over to aria, who caught it with a grateful smile. “thank you,” she mouthed to him, tugging the dark blue material over her shoulders.
➣ YANGYANG ☾ ariyang
aria. has 9 days of age on this boy and will never let him forget it
“respect your elders you brat” “9. DAYS.”
european pals
they feel so cultured when they get asked about europe, and then are kindly reminded by hendery that A. Germany started 2 world wars, and B. Ireland was just a British colony until 100 years ago.
they both hit him for that
aria teaching him curse words in irish and yangyang teaching her curse words in german? more likely than you’d think
they met before yangyang’s debut was announced, in a practice room that had let them accidentally overlap their practice times
instead of working it out between them, they actually just started to alternate their songs - and the other gave them some good, constructive criticism
most of the time
when they found out they were going to be in 90s Love together, they were so happy
it was going to be their first official schedule together
all the behind-the-scenes videos are just aria and yangyang being children and then ten coming over and cooing at them
they love ten, but they will trash talk the man behind his back
yangyang confessed to her that he sometimes feels nervous when speaking korean, like he’s going to make a big mistake
so she tries her best to teach and correct him where she can, and make him as comfortable as possible
if you look at any of the 90s Love promotions - aria is always beside yangyang
he bit her ear once
she doesn’t know why and he won’t tell her
but now when she makes fun of him, he threatens to do it again
FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.
aria skating onto the rink during filming, and yangyang following her because she promised to teach him how to skate backwards.
“ok just, think like you’re leading with your heels. press your knees in, and push outwards, with you-no no that’s forwards. go backwards yangyang.”
“no no no thats a WALL YANGYANG STOP-”
#*aria.relationships#nct 22nd member#nct 24th member#nct additional member#nct dream 8th member#nct#nct 2020#nct 2018#wayv#kpop!oc#kpop additions#kpop addition#nct female member#nct female member au#nct female oc#nct extra member#superm#kun#ten#yangyang#xiaojun#dejun#hendery#kunhang#winwin#sicheng
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episode 211 let's go
ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode
mr mazzara doing the recap-
this is so weird to me and I don't know why
WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING
is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?
STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES
Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes
he's so pretty.
ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural
OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-
well that explains a lot...
so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-
insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*
of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??
Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....
let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.
Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha
yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰
I mean....where's EJ?
THERE HE IS
EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek
KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY
Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc
the smallest fOrk
can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌
the duster and the bluster.... ok😃
hi Gina!
hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!
the portwell look.
that my friends, is a married couple's look✋
GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU
aww Gina's so excited for this
D word?
Die?
Delicious?
Dom Toretto?
"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"
sir that does not sound very clean to me
SEBLOS
Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos
DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-
I NEED TO SEE THAT
Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"
Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer
the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement
"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"
...
"hey where are you from?"
"TAH"
SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-
he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos
just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why
Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea
pepto bismol product placement smhsmh
those flowers are bigger that big red himself-
*bops along to the opening theme*
that whistle at the end slaps everytime
WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE
I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*
wow i am so funny
so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice
OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA
HOWIEEEEEE
"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.
Mazzara what are you trying to pull-
I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone
"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ
"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"
right so what's going to happen after you graduate?
what does he think of you not going to Duke?
what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?
good old Mr. M
therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.
start with Ricky though.
"Michael Bowen"
dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"
OH-
does she not like Mike anymore?
why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime
break the fourth wall-
uhhhh im scared
why am I scared
he's scary
hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY
oh boy poor Michael
this man is in love, rip
why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide
LILYYYY
I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.
ha this guy's got jokes
a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL
wheeze
also he's very pretty.
"the wolves and very talented humans"
how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure
"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name
did she just say lol out loud
same with the hug emoji last episode-
go touch some grass babes
the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-
not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months
awww lily genuinely trying to help him
sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)
REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?
just look at me now
the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-
HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-
David Attenborough?
oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.
STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER
also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?
I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl
OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH
shockingly
yo where did the makeup come from
man I wish I was a theatre kid
THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋
my girl is starring
"needs an X-factor"
Simon Cowbell creeps in
"it's a yes from me"
and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍
"I thought she just hog-tied him?"
don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.
imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.
Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong
"help"
same Carlos, same
I love how seb is just his translator rn
I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?
big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.
Ash and Gina dancing is so fun
I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect
KOURTNEY YES
HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH
I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH
SEBBY
THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP
THIS IS SO GOOD
HOW???
no because I'm actually crying
I'm dead serious.
we need this musical released as a special
big red is so proud and I love to see it
Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"
rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"
Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance
Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up
YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER
aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard
JORDAN FISHER
there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me
THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG
they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor
THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-
@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT
Natalie really just be coming for them all
Howie what is happening rn
I'm scared
"did you enjoy it"
"very much"
dude wants a kiss so bad
ASHLYN OMG
NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT
I want a Jordan autograph please
just keep swim- oh pushing...
Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it
am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?
yes.
Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw
the portwell glances will kill me.
ah yes, mashed potato snow
Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.
Howie please just do it
CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT
I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE
oh ok bye Jordan
oo tea
NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-
"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"
excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically
THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-
STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP
someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst
omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing
elevator music lol
I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was
did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-
oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right
oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩
😐
the judge is doing a sudoku
honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too
Lily why are you looking like that-
I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP
wow ok, there goes that.
omg
what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-
anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.
#hsmtmts#hsmtmts s2#hsmtmts season 2#hsmtmts spoilers#ej caswell#gina porter#ricky bowen#nini salazar roberts#seb mathew smith#carlos rodriguez#big red#ashlyn caswell#kourtney greene#howie my pizza king#lily hsmtmts
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Have I Ever Told You I Love You? | Urushihara Hanzo x Streamer!Reader (Part 1)
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and idk if you can call this angst
Word: 1270
During his short stint in the small apartment with two other guys, Lucifer managed to find his own little world in his laptop. While it wasn't capable of running the games he wanted he was able to enjoy them vicariously through various streamers.
His favorite streamer was a pink-haired girl from California. He came across her stream late day when he was scrolling through Stitch (Twitch). He knew a little English from the research he'd done for Maou and Ashiya, it was rough, but through some Foogle Translate, he managed.
The first time he made her laugh through a badly translated off-handed comment, he knew he was done for. He would do literally do anything to hear her laugh like that again.
She wasn't a super popular streamer but had a loyal following that made a tight-knit community. It wasn't hard for him to start a conversation with her, and so a friendship began.
A handful of months later, the short interactions turned into late night text sessions, and he went to as many streams of her's as he could.
"What in the world are you watching?" Ashiya asked him one day.
"None of your business!" He growled.
"I think it's that girl he likes," Maou said through a mouthful of noodles.
"What are you talking about?!" He yelled, "Why would I like some human? She's just good at gaming!"
Oh, but he liked her. He liked her a lot.
One night he got a notification that she was live, which was odd cause it was almost 3 am where she lived.
The title of the stream was "I'm drunk and wanna play games!" He chuckled to himself and opened her stream.
She was sat at her normal streaming setup, but her face was flushed and hair messy.
She had 'Golf With Your Friends' up, one of the few games his crappy laptop could play. He then got a text from her that said 'Join us' with the room password and a little purple heart.
He quickly pulled the stream up on his phone and loaded the game, wasting no time getting into the room.
With his phone propped up next to him, he saw her face break into a big grin.
"Angel boy!" She smiled, his username was FallenAngelxxx, but she thought it was cute when he got flustered when she called him 'Angel Boy'. "I'll send you the link to the Biscord server voice call."
He never even thought to make a Biscord account, so he quickly set it up, claiming the name Angel_Boyxxx.
"Angel boy, you there?" She asked when he joined the call. They hadn't voice called before and she was almost anxious to finally hear his voice.
"Yeah, I'm here." He said thankful Maou and Ashiya were out for the night. After he started watching her, he used what little magic power he had left to help him learn the monstrosity that is English.
"Hey," She breathed before someone else in the call made a vomiting noise. "Shut it, Pat!"
"You guys ready to start?" Wade laughed.
As the night went on, she kept a constant state of drunk causing giggles and stupid comments.
"Hey, Angel," She said an hour or so into their play session, as the others were AFK for a few minutes, "Have I ever told you I love you?"
He froze mid-practice shot, causing him to miss what he was aiming at completely.
"I love you so much," She giggled.
"What's with him?" A voice said behind him as a door shut. "Urushihara? Why's your face so red?"
She gasped excitedly, "Who's that, Angel?"
"He's not sick is he?" Another voice said, "Jeeze we can't afford a hospital visit right now."
"I-I-" He covered his mouth with his hand, his face bright red. "Why now?"
He moved awkwardly and his headphones came unplugged.
"Angel? You okay?" Her voice sounded almost concerned through the haze of alcohol. "Angel?"
"Who's that?" Maou asked, looking at the screen quizzically.
"Are you playing those damned video games aga-" Ashiya started.
"It's no one!" Lucifer rushed, slamming the laptop shut, cutting off another 'Angel'.
He grabbed his handheld game and sat in the corner, trying to hide his blush behind his hair.
The other two men shrugged and started talking about the next day's plans.
About five minutes later, Lucifer's phone began to ring. He managed to snatch it before Ashiya grabbed it.
"Were you about to answer my phone?!" He nearly screeched, "Can a guy get any privacy around here?!"
"As your superior, I need to know you're not talking to any undesirables," Ashiya argued.
"You mean like you old farts?" He hissed, before stepping into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.
The phone had stopped ringing when he went to finally answered and he slouched against the wall, head hung low.
~~~~~~~
He was so embarrassed that it took him two weeks to go back to another stream or even answer any of her texts. He barely even went near his precious computer and Maou and Ashiya were even slightly concerned.
She was busy in-game and missed his meek little 'hi' in chat, he sighed and cradled his head on his arms on the desk, eyes staring at the screen.
When she paused to read chat, someone told her he was there, even going as far as to ping him.
Her eyes lit up as she asked, "You still here Angel Boy?"
He put a purple heart emoji in the chat and she smiled.
"Where you been? I- we've missed you," She said as she went back to the game.
FallenAngelxxx: Who missed me?
He couldn't help but tease her about her little slip-up.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his chat, "Shut up."
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For the next three weeks, they texted every day, he was so distracted he even stopped ordering stuff. Until one day she never texted him her usual 'Good Morning Angel.' In fact, she never texted him at all that day and he was beyond worried. Sure she'd missed a couple of texts before, but nothing like this. He scrolled through their last conversation, wondering if he'd said something to make her mad.
Ashiya watched him get more and more worried, "That girl you like not talking to you?"
"No, she's not," Lucifer muttered from his place in the corner, just loud enough for Ashiya to hear. He was anxiously playing his handheld to take his mind off it.
"Well, you probably did something in your own brand of stupid to upset her-" His roommate was cut off by a discord call on his computer.
Lucifer scrambled to his computer, leaving his game unpaused on the floor.
He glanced at the time as he answered the call, it was past 2 am for her.
"His Majesty will be back soon, must you take a call instead of-"
"I'll get to it later!"
She chuckled as he tried to get his roommate off his back.
"Hey Angel," She smiled, and his heart stuttered in his chest.
"H-hey, where've you been all day? I... I was almost worried." He lied.
"I-heh... Just a super busy day, I guess."
"You sound tired," He commented, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Don't wanna," She whined sleepily, "Help me stay up?"
"Okay, you wanna play a game or something?" He scrolled through his Solar library for something to play.
"Uh-uh, too tired," She yawned and he nearly 'aww'd, "Let's just talk for a while."
"Y-yeah, okay." The other line went real quiet, "You still with me?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm here," Her small sleepy voice was doing things to his heart.
"So," She yawned, "How was your day?"
"Boring," He scoffed.
"Tell me all about it," She said, "I wanna know every detail."
"Every detail?"
"Yep. What did you do? What did you eat? What stupid thing did your roommate yell at you for? Did you play anything fun? I want to know all of it."
"Heh, I uh..." He had no idea what to say, he definitely wasn't telling her he spent the whole day freaking out, "You know, I just played some stupid game on my handheld and slept. Ashiya was out most of the day, so he really only got on my case a few minutes ago."
"That's it?" She almost sounded disappointed.
"Yeah, just another boring day." He shrugged. There was a knock on her side and he could hear her adjust.
"Ah, that'd be room service," She groaned as she got up, "Be back in a mo."
"What? Roomservice?! Where in the Hell are you?"
"What's up with you?" Maou asked right next to him, causing him to jump and let to a small yell.
"What the Hell, man?! I didn't even hear you come in!" He shouted, "You can't just scare people like that!"
"Who can't scare what now?" SHe asked through a mouthful of food.
"No not you- It's just- It's nothing Maou just scared me is all." He stammered.
"Oh. HI ANGEL'S ROOMMATE!" she yelled loud enough that Maou could hear it through the headphones, making Urushihara yank them off his head.
"Uh... Hi, Urushihara's girlfriend?" Maou answered unsurely.
"Wha- She! Sh-sh-She isn't my girlfriend!" Lucifer argued, putting his headphones back on to hear her bubbly laughter.
"I'm not?" She giggled, "Well maybe I should be since everyone already thinks it."
His face flushed bright red as he stared at the screen. "W-w... Really?"
"Yeah, the guys make fun of me for it all the time. They even said that I told you I loved you on stream once, ridiculous, right?"
"A-actually..." He trailed off. "You kind of... did. I was there."
It was quiet again.
"N-no one clipped it?" She said in disbelief. Someone had actually clipped it, and he had it on his phone. Every once and a while, he would play it and his heart would do somersaults.
"Well, no taking it back now," She chuckled. "Guess the cat's outa the bag."
His jaw dropped.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Ashiya teased and Lucifer threw a magazine at him. "That was uncalled for!"
Lucifer grabbed his laptop and stormed out to the hallway.
With the door closed, he set his computer on the washer.
"You love me?" He asked, trying not to sound completely desperate, unaware of Maou and Ashiya's ears pressed against the door.
"Of course I do Angel."
"Wow..." He felt like crying he was so happy. "Me too- I mean! No, I- shit... You don't even know what I look like."
"Well... What are you doing in two days?"
"What? Uh, my roommates are dragging me to some stupid work thing, why?"
"Can you get out of it?" She asked hopefully.
"Unlikely," He frowned, "Ashiya is dead set on getting me out of the house and won't let me out of his sight."
"Oh... Ok." Great, now she was sleepy and sad.
"What was your idea? Maybe we can reschedule?" He suggested.
"I'm only in Japan for the next three days, so I don't think it'll work."
"YOU'RE IN JAPAN?!" He yelled, "Like, right now?!"
"Good Hanzo, do you mind keeping it down?" Suzino asked from her doorway, "Some of us are trying to enjoy a quiet evening."
He waved her off and went back to questioning the girl.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"Didn't know till a couple days ago myself. I thought I'd surprise you." She told him shyly. "The guys had an extra spot on their panel at some convention and invited me."
"Scrw what Ashiya wants, where's the con?"
"It's at the-" There was a loud bang outside the building, the lights went out and he lost internet connection.
"No... No! NO!" he gripped the side of his computer and begged her to tell him.
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